I spent some time considering the many various possible benefits of teamwork.
“So Natalia was telling you about chocolate?”
“No, chakras. There are seven of them in every body, according to Vedic scriptures.”
“Even my body?” said Sarah.
“They’re pretty easy to understand, if you think about it. We all have different levels of relating to the world. It starts with the base chakra, which is your asshole. The second one is your sex, and the third one is your digestive system. So the lower ones are all about survival.”
“Also erogenous zones,” I mused.
“Then in the middle is the heart chakra. That’s where love comes in, meaning compassion for all living beings. The fifth is the throat, for your voice, and words and communication. The sixth is your third eye, or you can think of it as your mind and psychic abilities. And the seventh is the crown chakra that represents spiritual transcendence, and connection with the higher self.”
“So why should we eat chakras when we can have chocolate instead?” I asked.
She laughed. “I guess we do eat them sometimes. But the point is, we have all these different levels of relating to the world. And when we feel pleasure, it’s sometimes on only one or two of the chakras. For example having sex or taking a shit relates to only the lower chakras. Reading Plato relates to only the higher chakras.”
“So which one is better?” I said, with a provocative smile.
“That’s the point,” said Kelly. “They’re all part of who we are. It’s like the ice cream – none is better or worse. They’re all included. The ultimate pleasure is when we are activating all of them at once.”
“So you think we should read Plato while we’re fucking?”
We both laughed.
Sarah growled behind me, in her tiny soprano voice. “I think you’re falling in love with Kelly.”
“Well,” I replied, “if you tell me you love me while we’re fucking, and describe your love in beautiful metaphors, wouldn’t that be a higher function? And I know I experience a heartfelt compassion, too. I want to make you happy in every way.”
“How about me?” said Sarah. “Don’t you feel compassion for me?”
I turned around 180 degrees so I was facing Sarah. “Oh yeah,” I said. “I love both of you. It’s like a tug of war in my soul. Being pulled blissfully apart in both directions, beautiful and intense. Like being in the middle of an electric circuit, with the voltage flowing between all of us.” I kissed her on the lips, and then more deeply with my tongue, gently touching her breasts as Kelly snuggled up behind me.
“I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Kelly, jumping up all at once. “I’ll put on some classical music. That should activate the higher chakras. Bach’s Brandenburgs, how does that sound?”
“Those are Baroque, not classical,” I said.
“Whatever,” said Kelly, punching buttons on her sound system. Soon we were surrounded by delicate contrapuntal music, strings, flutes, horns, and harpsichord.
I felt her snuggle up behind me again. “Are you all activated now?” she asked.
“You bet,” I said, when I was done once again kissing Sarah.
“I think you need to fuck Kelly,” said Sarah quietly. “Get it out of your system. I can masturbate while I’m watching. Let the two of you do your thing.” She squirmed away to the edge of the bed and started playing with herself. “Come on,” she said. “Face each other and fuck. I know you want to.”
I glanced back at Kelly, who raised her eyebrows. She laid on her back and spread her legs while I climbed on top of her, pressing down her wrists. My hardening cock pressed on top of her lower abdomen, the tip against her belly button.
“How do we access that crown chakra,” I said. “Or whatever that top one is, with the higher self?”
“I think you have to live in chastity and meditate for like 50 years,” said Kelly.
“Are you sure?” I said. “Don’t they provide a discount economy plan for lazy people like me?”
“You mean, you can’t afford to be chaste for the next 50 years?”
Sarah moaned, ignoring us.
“I mean, I don’t think I’ll be alive in 50 years. So maybe if I accrue good karma instead, by helping old ladies across the street?”
“I’m accruing good karma by giving orgasms to an old man.”
I gave her a look. “That’s no fair. You mean, you get that highest chakra orgasm, but I don’t?”
“I’ll share with you, promise,” she replied. “Special dispensation.”
Sarah gasped, whispering “Sage!” impulsively. I smiled. So that was what was going on in her head. See, the essential to making a relationship work is making sure your girlfriend has the same taste in women as you do.
“Would you like to borrow a dildo?” Kelly asked Sarah.
“Yes, please,” Sarah replied weakly.
“Over there in the top drawer. Take your pick.”
Sarah hopped up and yanked open the top dresser drawer. “Oh my,” she said.
“The pink one is the best. For me, anyway.”
“Oh yes,” said Sarah, hopping back over to the bed and resuming her position over in the corner, knees up, bare soles facing us, legs spread for the insertion.
“The knob on top is the vibrator level,” said Kelly.
Sarah snapped it on, and the buzzing floated across the room in counterpoint with the delicate melodies of the concerto as she began to work Kelly’s bright pink dildo into her sacred cavity.
At the same time, I lifted up so the tip of my raging stiff boner could feel its way across the prickly hairs of Kelly’s pussy, to the soft warm welcoming opening flowing with slippery mucous, As Sarah pushed Kelly’s sex toy deeper and deeper into her vagina, I shoved myself inside of Kelly, who let out a trembling sigh of fulfillment.
“I have it!” she said.
I looked down. “That’s good,” I said. “I wouldn’t want it to get misplaced.”
“No, not your cock, you ninny. I have an idea, of how to do it!”
“Do which?”
“All seven chakras at once! See, what you need is seven girls, one for each chakra.”
I considered this as I slowly thrusted and withdrew in rhythmic cadence. “I like your thinking,” I said, “But I’m not quite sure how that would work. Logistically, I mean.”
“We need to build up your harem. How many do you have so far?”
“You mean, from this sorority? There’s Sarah, and you, of course. Desiree. Just three.”
“Didn’t you mention Annalee? That’s four.”
“In the future, I suppose,” I said, moaning. “Oh, I love you Kelly!”
“V!” she replied. I could tell from her intense expression she was feeling something very profound. It was similar to a face of anguish, when in fact it was more complex, the longing joyful yet agonizing anticipation of orgasm. She came with hard slow convulsions, squeezing me between her powerful thighs on each one.
I was close, but didn’t come. It was too good to let it end. Even though it was at that moment the first movement of the concerto ended. As if Kelly had timed it exactly.
The adagio movement began with its dark plaintive mood.
“How about,” said Kelly once she had recovered, “Sage and Natalia. I bet they would go for it.
I thrust again. “Uh!” I said, but let the fever subside. Not ready to come just yet.
Kelly was counting on her fingers. “That’s six,” she said. “We need one more.”
I kissed her left nipple. Then her lips.
Then I passionately kissed her lips, long and deeply.