Complicated Threesome

"How are you feeling?" Mel asks. I stare at her warm smile for a moment before I am able to come to a conclusion.
"Good." I realize "Great actually." I am not exactly sure why, my head feels very fuzzy and clouded. I look over to Paul, my other roommate, watch them exchange a few secretive looks for a moment, while I try to reassemble my brain. It had been a very rainy Friday, so we three decided to stay at home and just chat and enjoy life in your small, but comfy flat. Way overpriced I have to add, definitely not as tidy as it could be, but if you live with your best friends for over two years now, things become a bit more relaxed. And this group became... very relaxed, especially when it comes to certain topic.
"You sure it's going to work?" Paul asks Mel and her smile turns from that friendly, good girl act into the deeply naughty and dirty woman she is.
"Oh definitely." she promises with a nod. Her exaggerated happiness makes me wondered if I should be scared, as I happen to be the subject of that conversation. But I feel good with everything. Although a look at the clock tells me that 3 hours have passed and I can't seem to remember anything. It is not like that **** gap, it more feels like I do not want to, should not remember.

"Did we have fun?" I wondered honestly, yet it caused my friends to burst out in laughter.
"Oh yes." Paul responded with a frightening grin, somehow in front of those glowing eyes I feel like prey. Paul is bi, or as I would put it: so **** for sex that he takes whatever he can get. Aside from that strong urge to fuck everything with a pulse he is a nice guy though. Sure I have to endure comments every now and then, especially after the incident where Mel walked in on me masturbating, but he keeps in on a fair level. Mel took that incident well also, being the psychology master student that she is, but I couldn't help but to notice a certain new interest in me since that day, or rather my dick. Also it brought up the recurring and very embarrassing topic that I definitely should get a girlfriend. Or boyfriend as Paul enjoys to add. But I am far too shy for that. The sheer idea to go out there and talk to women feels mortifying. And the few times I tried the reactions confirmed that fear very thoroughly. So introvert and porn is the dating life for me. Mel on the other hand has determined it to be her job to get me out there and fuck girls. A good therapist cannot let me hanging there, she loves to say, and yes she definitely hits at something very particular hanging, that she had seen in all it's 7 inch glory exactly once. I take her help with open arms though, but then she definitely isn't in the position to understand my problems. She's hot and a girl and never had any issues getting laid. While her body is _only _a 7/10, she definitely makes up with her mind. Smart, dominant, witty, she definitely knows what to say to make some boy's dick dance. But aside from that one incident nothing ever happened between us, and that is probably for the better. Adding sex to the relationship we three have would definitely make things way more complicated than it should be.

"So we gonna try right now?" Paul wonders, while I ponder what he's talking about.
"No." Mel stops him "Give it time to cook, we did a lot to this boy's poor brain." followed by a haunting giggle as she pats my head.
"So you turned me into a dog, made me walk around barking on the floor, filmed it and will use that to **** me to do the chores from now on?" finally becoming awake enough again I try to relief the tension a bit. They both stare at each other for a moment in silence, sending a cold shiver down my spine, making this joke suddenly feel a lot more realistic.
"We definitely should have done that." Paul concludes. Which means I probably had not been turned into a dog. Probably.
"No, the ethical standards of my line of work forbid to manipulate patients with an evil intention." Mel returns. It does sound good to hear that from someone who just hypnotized and controlled your brain for 3 hours, but the way Paul bursts into laughter in between hinted that maybe some of that was sarcastic. Yet I am not too worried. I trust Mel, and to some extend also Paul, and whatever they did it wouldn't be harmful. Worst case scenario I'd be making a fool of myself, but that wouldn't be anything new.
"So you telling me what you actually did?" I wonder. They stare at each other for a moment with a knowing grin, then Mel tells me:
"No. You are tired. You really should go to sleep now." I suddenly realize how true that is, as a yawn escapes me.
"I guess you are right." I stretch "Late anyways." I get up from the chair I've been sitting in for the past three hours, probably, and walk straight to my room. I don't even bother to get ready for sleep more than to undress my pants and shirt, and before you know it I am away in the land of dreams.

I barely remember any of them though the next morning, when I finally wake up rather late. Just faint memories of sexual thoughts, and a definitely pent up boner downstairs. Mel probably made me more confident when talking to girls, or at least that's what I hope. Probably wouldn't be all too bad to have some hypno programming take over and turn me into a total stud and landing the best pick-up lines the world has ever seen, I acknowledge with a grin. Ten hours of sleep the clock confirms, so Mel had been right last night. I have no idea how long they stayed up, and what silliness awaits me after that session, but I am in a good mood. Sometime tells me this day will be fun. And that something also seems to have told my dick, as it takes me considerable effort to get it back down. Maybe Mel did put in that sexual confidence into my brain after all. But for now: shower time. After all I just fell into bed the way I was yesterday, and I definitely am definitely pedantic when it comes to grooming. I just hope they didn't turn me into a maid or something I fantasize, while my thoughts produce images of me in one of those stupid costumes cleaning the house. It would be fun though. Anyways, shower. Walking to the bathroom with fresh clothes in my hand I figure that my roommates are still sleeping. While undressing in the bathroom I wonder how long they continued after that, but would you know it, just two minutes into the bathroom and Paul enters in his Pyjamas. Briefly I feel strange about him walking in on me like that, like I should have locked the door or something, especially since I am completely naked at the moment, but then I shake that ridiculous idea off my mind. Paul definitely seems to enjoy what he is seeing, and closes the door behind him. I mentally prepare for the remarks he is going to make, but he only says one word and I can't quite get it. Mostly because my body suddenly feels on fire, but also because my mind feels like it is falling into a deep void. Last thing I perceive is my dick raising in record time, before my mind shuts down completely.

Finally clean after the shower I am busy with my toothbrush. Mel must have definitely done something to my sexuality, as my dick downstairs is throbbing with a mind of it's own, making my pants uncomfortably tight. It doesn't even feel like it even can get down anymore, but that's not a problem anyways so I chose to ignore it. What bothers me more is that strange taste in my mouth that I somehow cannot seem to get rid of. It's not bad, just... unusual, and relates to nothing I ate yesterday. Maybe breakfast will handle it better than my toothbrush I figure, and move over to the kitchen. There Mel however suddenly stares at me like she's seen a ghost, mostly at my bulge downstairs, and let me tell you 7 inches are tough to hide.
"Sorry, it didn't go down." I explain. Something about that feels odd, even though I definitely know walking around with a boner in the house is perfectly normal.
"Oh you didn't..." Mel suddenly turns to Paul.
"Oh I did!" he returns with a stupidly happy grin.
"So how do you feel with that boner standing there?" Mel wonders. I feel briefly unsure before I answer.
"It is a perfectly normal body reaction, so I am feeling fine." That somehow makes a lot of sense in my mind.
"Perfectly normal body reaction." Paul confirms, nodding.
"Oh, yeah, sure." Mel laughs. I don't know what else to do so I laugh with them. But then Mel gets up, putting on that face she always has if she really wants something, and gets uncomfortable close before I feel her hand gently running over my raging boner.
"Perfectly normal body reaction, right?" she oozes sex way beyond my capability of processing, turning me into a heated, sweating, and definitely extremely horny mess.
"Perfectly normal... body reaction." I pant. My dick definitely was never as hard as in that moment. Although I never felt her hand before in that place, it does feel perfectly normal. Yet a part of me hopes that she stops what she is doing before I cream my pants and have to take yet another shower...