Time to tag team

Xabar shoves Hager through the door, closing it behind them. He looks hopefully, at Monica, and decides to test the waters.

“So... How are you doing?”

Monica’s hostile demeanor has changed markedly in the past few minutes. “I’m sorry for my attitude,” she said, looking flushed and a little unsure of herself. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable.”

As she turns her back on them to move some things off a chair, Xabar begins fanning the air around him and Hager in her direction.

“What are you doing?” whispers Hager.

“Just making sure she gets a good whiff of us,” he says, before taking a seat on the edge of Monica’s bed.

Monica stops what she is doing and sniffs the air. “That smell... What is that I am smelling?”

“Oh, that’s probably Hager,” said Xabar. “He always dabs behind his ears with vanilla extract. Take a whiff and see what you think.”

Monica approaches Hager dubiously and takes a tentative sniff. “Hmmm....,” she says, nodding approvingly. “I wouldn’t have guessed that it was vanilla. At first it seemed a bit odd, but it is growing on me.”

She looks at Xabar, catching him in the midst of flapping his arms like a bird and blowing the air around him in her direction. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Um.... Just trying to cool off,” he said. “It was quite a hike from Hager’s room, and I’m a bit out of shape.”

“You look to be in pretty good shape to me,” said Monica sweetly. “But it is a bit warm in here. Feel free to take off your shirt if it will make you more comfortable.”

Hager and Xabar exchange glances, and Xabar throws him a not-so-subtle wink. The elixir must be doing its trick if she thinks he is in good shape. Even a casual inspection would tell anyone that Xabar has the upper body strength of a syphillus-ridden gnome.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, slipping his shirt off, and making a point to wave it in her direction as he does, further wafting the scent toward her.

She sits on a small loveseat and motions for Hager to join her, patting the spot next to her. Hager gulps nervously and sits, folding his arms and crossing his legs.

“Now, what was it you wanted to discuss?” asked Monica, turning toward Xabar. As she does, her hand seems to move on its own to Hager’s thigh and begins rubbing it sensuously.

Xabar glances at the door, confirming it is closed. “First of all, are you expecting anyone any time soon?”

“No,” she responds, moving her hand steadily upward until she reaches Hager’s crotch. “My boyfriend, Tyler, just left before you arrived, but I’m all yours now.”

She puts a finger in her mouth and sucks it, seductively, as she stares into Xabar’s eyes. Her hand, meanwhile, is rubbing Hager’s crotch while he stares down at it, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

Xabar moves from the bed and sits on the arm of the sofa. “We have something to discuss with you, but there’s something we need to do first.”

“You mean something like fuck the shit out of me?” she replied, in a sweet voice and a flutter of her eyes.

“Something like that,” said Xabar, as he reached over and began unbuttoning Monica’s blouse.

Hager, for his part, seems frozen, as he continues to stare down at her hand on his crotch as if it is some alien creature getting ready to devour his scrotum. Xabar nudges him and then motions toward Monica with his head. Hager looks at him, uncomprehendingly.

Xabar sighs. He’s afraid he’s going to have to hold Hager’s hand through this.

“Monica, I’m sure you’d like to see what a good kisser Hager is, wouldn’t you?”

Monica turns and smiles brightly. “Hager! I wondered what your name was!” She leans toward him and mashes her mouth against his. At the same time, she grabs the front of his shirt with both hands and rips it open, sending buttons flying in all directions.

Xabar uses the opportunity to remove her blouse and unfasten her bra. He reaches around her and feels her breasts from behind. It feels a little weird to have his palms against her nipples and the back of his hand pressed against Hager’s chest, but given how full and squeezable her tits are, he’s definitely not about to complain.

Monica has made short work of Hager’s shirt and has now moved her busy hands to removing his pants. She has not broken the seal on their lips, and Xabar hopes his friend remembers to breathe through his nose, or he will surely pass out within moments.

Monica lifts herself from her seated position so she can better pull Hager’s pants and shorts off. As she does this, Xabar slips behind her and helps her remove her own. She bends at the waist, kissing Hager passionately, while Xabar spreads her legs apart and admires her firm ass and inviting snatch.

As his hand touches her pussy, Monica finally breaks off from the kiss to moan her approval. Hager sits, gasping for air, while Monica focuses in on a new target. Xabar admires her gymnastic flexibility as she spreads her legs further and then bends down more deeply to inhale Hager’s cock.

This new position exposes her cunt even more, so Xabar kicks off the remainder of his clothing and then kneels behind her and kisses her moist slit.

Monica squirms with approval, but her mouth is too full with cock to say anything. Xabar probes her opening with his tongue and tastes the sharp flavor of her wet clit.

“Oh fuck.” The whispered words are the first spoken by Hager since sitting down. He looks in utter amazement at the sight of his crush bobbing her head up and down on his rod. Xabar has gotten him into a lot of trouble over the years, but he is willing to forgive and forget all of it for this moment!

Monica lifts her head from his lap and stands, turning around to look down at Xabar. “I’ve been neglecting you,” she says, taking him by the hands and helping him rise to his feet.

“Stand here,” she says, positioning him in front of her, “while I make myself comfortable.” She turns and grins at Hager and then takes hold of his cock and positions it as she lowers herself onto his lap. Xabar gets a glimpse of Hager’s face and can tell the precise moment that his shaft slides into Monica’s tight, well-lubricated love canal. She spreads her legs, planting her feet firmly on the floor, and begins to move her hips back and forth, up and down, and in a circular pattern, each movement eliciting a verbal response from Hager.

“Oh fuck. Damn. No way! That’s just—“

Xabar is about to comment on his friend’s verbosity, but is instantly distracted and Monica bends down and takes his cock in her hand and guides it toward her mouth.

Whether Monica already possesses these amazing skills, or it is some effect of the Elixir, Xabar doesn’t know. All he is sure of is that this is one of his schemes that actually turned out for good. He makes a mental note not to forget the real reason he came here, which is to find out from Monica how to gain access to the professor’s office. He wonders if he should address that matter now, while Monica is so .... suggestable.