Janet let out a generous scream as she sees us walking up. Morgan and Janet both stood up, and without one pause to pick who gets the first hug and kiss, I wrapped my arms around all three and did my best to get them all off the ground. While tightly holding all, I made my rounds with kisses on the cheek. "I can't believe we're all back together - and my god, what kind of night do we have ahead???", I asked as if we were huddling before a big game.
Janet's leadership quickly resurfaced with a, "we have a table at Marquee and they demanded we drink two bottles, so buckle up my little troublemakers! Just promise me you'll all be as amazing as you were in Chicago for tomorrow's meeting." Here we were and here we go - we let go and began the race to fun. We were soon at dinner where we enjoyed amazing cocktails, food and company. Unfortunately Morgan and I never timed a bathroom rendezvous, even with few subtle eye hints from myself, but the night was young.
Janet and I kept falling into these intense conversations about her disappointing marriage and how she needed a, "what stays in Vegas...", kind of night. If it wasn't for my focused crushes on the other two, I would have easily wanted to swap caged aggression with Janet. Her sadness motivated me to ensure we found her some fun, which also motivated me to pull both Morgan and Camella to the side to give them a pep talk on what we needed to do for Janet.
Dinner reminded me of this amazing bond the four of us had. I not only had crushes on half the group, but I just now felt these three had a sense of meaning in my unique intersection of life. I had never experienced such dense amounts of authentic, chemistry- driven sexuality in such a short period of time. These three were at the epicenter of this wild, seminal moment.
After hard-selling Morgan and Janet to join the chemical club, we soon were all talking as fast as auctioneers ready to shake our ass on the dance floor. As we arrived at the club and situated at the table, I quietly ordered us a bottle of champagne to celebrate the uniqueness of our bond. Not being a speech kind of guy, I uncomfortably decided to give a quick one, more like pep talk, as I pulled them in close. Well on my way to my drunken destination, we lifted our glasses to me emotionally saying, "I seriously love you guys. The friendship gods prescribed you three at the perfect time and I will forever be thankful to you for this. Cheers to my three amazingly gorgeous friends inside and out." After our teary eyed cheers, all four of us slammed our full glass of champagne, which was indicative and forecasting of the night ahead.
Further downing of cocktails, amazing people watching, screaming conversations directly into each others' ears - even at one point us doing a body shot out of Janet's cleavage - this all eventually led to the four of us on the dance floor. With all four of us visibly drunk, we couldn't have all traded sexier dance exchanges. From Camella and Morgan sliding all over each other to Janet and I dipping and lifting like we had rehearsed for years. At one point we even lined up in a train formation and just swayed and humped in synch to the music.
It appeared we were well on our way to all heading upstairs to further the hump-train formation until Janet found her prey. She pulled this guy into our group while dancing, but quickly veered off into the broader dance area to get some needed one-on-one time with her new friend. As this happened, the the three of us went back to our table to continue drinking and laughing at what had just gone on dancing.
As we're sitting, Camella yells into my ear, "Molly?". Before responding, I grabbed Morgan, pulled him close to loudly ask, "brace yourself for this, but would you be down to all split a Molly right now?" His hilarious facial expression described someone willing to do whatever the fuck I would have asked, shrugged his shoulders and calmly gave a thumbs-up. Such a typical Morgan-move to just roll with whatever was thrown at him.
Camella enthusiastically lifted both arms in celebration of Morgan joining our shenanigans and then sneakily poured the drug into one drink, stirred it in, took a big sip and passed it on. After we all equally shared the drink, the mystery clock began to tick when this would hit the brain.
Even during my drunken state, I consciously felt the night coming together as dreamed. And even though I was bubbling with sexual excitement at what the possibilities of us three could achieve, I patiently waited for the right time to go upstairs. In addition, I needed to feel Janet would be in safe hands. As Janet and her new toy came back to the table, I nosily demanded all the details of what her plan was with him. My fatherly advice was not to go back to his room, but to invite him up with all of us to my room. If she was dying for some private love, then only to have him back to her place if she felt safe with him. She firmly scolded me back with, "he should be the one worrying about his safety!" After seeing her determined eyes, I concluded she actually might have been hungrier than my caged behavior after all.
Janet's adjusted direction was a big deal in the night ahead. If Janet was coming back to my room, there would be no opportunity for me to play with either crush.
Thankfully, as Janet quietly exited with her soon-to-be mauled friend, the three of us continued to look at each other waiting for some magical Molly transition. The time was 2am and the club was firing on all cylinders. After noticing the time, the old man in me decided it was time to turn the page and see where the night could go. I asked both if we should have drinks and continue the dancing up at my place. With both's response clearly knowing I had more advanced plans then drinks and dancing, they laughed looking at each other but both quickly agreed as if they were waiting for this moment.
As we were walking through the hotel, I finally began to feel the Molly. My hair started to tingle with added electric signals firing through my body. As the three us got into the elevator, we all clearly had the same nervously happy look that we were all officially on the same tingly planet. There was a quietness that I wouldn't have expected, almost as if we all knew the potential storm that was corner.
As we entered the room to laughs of ridiculousness, I quickly played the host by turning on music, pouring drinks, adjusting the lighting to dim and jokingly saying, "please, make yourself comfortable." After minutes of us all nervously sitting on the couch with our hair on fire, a good song finally started which quickly launched Camella up from the couch. Camella pulled Morgan up with her and sexily started grinding her ass into his crotch. She clearly began to feel the moment as she slightly lifted her dress, almost exposing her perfect ass while beginning to torment Morgan's cock. After a few minutes of me enjoying the two of them dancing, she sexily signaled for me to join by seductively curling her first finger towards herself.
Amazingly, Camella had art-directed the newly sandwiched position between Morgan and I. Hands started wandering back, forth, up and down. And just as I was pushing my butt into Camella's crotch, Morgan's hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to closely face Camella. As Morgan's move instigated my face to quickly arrive directly in front of Camella, we began to deeply kiss as I felt Morgan inches away enjoying the moment. Morgan started to kiss Camella's neck, while I was trading tongues with Camella, I then instinctively reached further around and latched onto Morgan's perfect butt to pull him in closer, which tightened the sandwich.
As if coming up for a breath of water, Camella briefly pauses our kiss, but mouths still embraced with moanful, "my god Morgan", which eluded to his large cock pushing up against her ass. As Camella's tongue re-enters into my mouth, I felt her hands curiously slide around to grab a hold of Morgan's cock, which also released a moan from Morgan.
The hair-tingly intensity was wildly erotic as the three of us cemented together each exploring one another. The Mt. Everest of my dreams were officially in motion with exceedingly over-achieving early results to start our sexual exploration. As Camella shockingly discovered Morgan's world class cock, she quickly fought for his release, which of course would officially launch the more advanced level of our menage a trois.
As I heard the sounds of the ever-familiar buckle being undone, I decided we were better off venturing to the bed and determinedly pulled both with me. Even in her ecstasy-laced state of mind, Camella's confidence and curiosity to see what Morgan was packing returned immediately as she hopped on the bed, got on her knees and turned to help Morgan remove his pants.
Already knowing the secret Camella was soon-to-be discovering, I got behind Camella and began to pull up her dress with her fluid arms-up agreement. With her eyes never losing focus on what Morgan was soon to be releasing, Morgan also was given a view of Camella's perfect naked body. And pleasingly, I saw Morgan's eyes thoroughly enjoying what he was seeing. As Morgan's underwear pulled down, out sprang his throbbingly large cock into Camella's view. As if hearing important news, she lets out an enthusiastic sigh of disbelief in what she had discovered. Like a curious child with a new toy, she reached out with both hands to explore and please Morgan.
As Camella began her seductive dance with Morgan's cock, I couldn't help to appreciate a few major areas that took my pleasure to further dimensions. First, Camella and Morgan had quickly establishing chemistry between themselves, which was so wildly hot and organic. These two were both physical perfections of art - in addition, both just brought such unique, deep confidence to their physical assets. Second, Camella's ambitious determination, which was borderline OCD during this quickly advancing sexual moment. Maybe she start planning her excitement after I had earlier suggested the possibility of more than one of us should head back to my hotel room after the club. Either way, she quickly inherited Janet's alpha-mode and was in full control of what she wanted to experience. And lastly, arguably of most significance, Morgan never once broke any hint in our pursuit for each other, which clearly told me he was protective from letting others know of our deeper desires and fondness for one another. Now the night was still early, but just the fact he hadn't yet thrown me a direct look or grabbed my face for a kiss, which could have easily already happened, was yet another one of the hundreds of proof points of Morgan being such an amazing life-long friend and lover.
