My Vampire and Our Wizard: A Triad Story

“How did I get so lucky?” The thought floats around my head as my back leans against a broad, cool chest, with equally chilled hands fondling my breasts. As I look down between my spread legs, I see the dark brown curls slowly bobbing as my post-orgasm mess is licked clean from my slit and thighs. After a few minutes of attentive licking, a pair of ethereal green eyes peek up to look at my face as if seeking approval from me, which I give with a dreamy, lust-filled smile. I reach one hand towards the curly head between my thighs, and the other reaches up to the chiseled face that was kissing the back of my neck. The distinct difference in temperatures with my hands, one warmed and one chilled, made my heart race. They both leaned into my touch, caressing me as much as I was caressing them. Camilo, his lips shiny from my juices, whispers, “Have I pleased you?” Hearing his velvety voice paired with the longing in his eyes makes me tingle all over my body again. I can tell that Whitley, my strong backrest, was also getting excited. “You have done so well, Cam,” I smirk, “But I am not done with you yet. Neither is Whitley, I’m sure. Am I right, Whit?” I feel the bulge behind the base of my back growing bigger and harder as the chiseled face of Whitley turns and kisses my palm with a sultry growl. “I'm ready," was all he could say as he pulled me away from the edge of the bed. He picked me up with his strong arms and set me down at the foot of the bed. He then offered a hand to Camilo, inviting him to join us on the bed. Camilo accepted. Now I could see my two lovers before me like a painting: Camilo's tan skin, his whole slender body covered with a sprinkling of freckles. Whitley's almost translucent skin stretched across his muscular figure. Camilo's curls bounced with every move he made, while Whitley's cropped, obsidian hair seemed pristine still. Camilo's topaz-colored eyes and Whitely's amber eyes bored into me, waiting for my next move. I move closer to them and plant kisses on their lips, first Camilo then Whitely, so we could all have a taste of my c*m from Camilo's lips. I situate myself so that I am on my elbows and knees in the middle of the bed. I look to Whitley and gesture with my eyes for him to get behind me. He willingly complies. I compel Camilo to position himself in front of me with my gaze. He eagerly obeys. I put my hand on Camilo's round ass and help guide him until he is kneeling before more, his d**k level with my face. I widen my legs so that my dripping p***y is open for Whitley's taking. I slowly start licking Camilo's c**k, focusing on the sensitive head, as I feel him getting hard in my mouth. Whitley puts his cold hands on my hips, sending a shiver of delight up my spine. At first, Whitley teases me, letting his c**k slide along the wet fold of my p***y, but not penetrating it. Yet. Camilo bites his lip to hold back a moan as I begin to bob my head up and down, as I whimper from Whitley's teasing. Soon, Whitley can't wait any longer and slowly plunges his c**k deep inside me. I will never get over how big he feels inside of me. It makes me pause in my thrusts on Camilo for a second as my eyes roll back into my head, but I can regain my composure and continue after a moment. Camilo slides his fingers into my hair until they make gentle fists in my locks. Again, feeling his warm hands on my scalp and Whitley's cold hands on my hips thrill me. "How did I get so lucky?" *Three Months Earlier* I lug a suitcase up three flights of stairs, trying to catch my breath at the landing. This was about the twentieth trip I had made up the stairs since the elevator was broken. Sweat soaks my shirt, and I'm almost collapsing on the linoleum floor. With my hands on my knees, I hear a door open and a concerned voice quietly saying, "Are you okay?" I look up, and beautiful, almost teal eyes meet my gaze. I straightened up, trying to mask my pathetic state, but I knew that my sweat-stained pits and flush cheeks were dead giveaways. I still try to answer as casually as possible. However, I am looking at the floor, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little winded." "Did you carry that suitcase from the lobby? Wow! I would be tired too!" The voice was so velvety and warm as if he was genuinely impressed. "Yeah, and all that too." I gesture to the pile of boxes lined up against the wall. "My goodness!" Another voice, smooth like silk but full of held-back laughter at the moment, comes from the same door. "If we had known, we could have helped you!" Still awkwardly looking at the floor, I smile and try to wave it off. "Don't worry about it." "Do you have anything else you need to be carried? We would be happy to help!" said the first voice. "Oh, really, it's no problem. It should be just a couple more trips," I exclaim, not wanting to burden two perfect strangers. "Nonsense!" said the second voice, "We are more than happy to save you the extra trip. You stay right here, and we will get the rest. Right, Camilo?" "Right!" And before I could protest further, they walked past me and headed down the stairs. I don't have the energy to yell after them, so I sit on a box and wait. After a few minutes, the two voices cheerfully chatter as they climbed up the stairwell, carrying some boxes. They set down their burden as they arrive at the pile of boxes, and I get a good look at them. The first voice, apparently Camilo, had a head full of dark curls and a tan face full of freckles with the green-blue eyes I had seen briefly before. He was only about two inches taller than me, putting him at around 5'8", and he had a slender frame. Even as he lowered the heavy box he was carrying, his expression was warm and light, and his smile made me want to either smile back or blush in response. As the second voice set down his two boxes, I could see he was much taller than me, and his muscles were trying to escape from his tight t-shirt. His hair was shaved on the sides, and the top was dark as midnight during a new moon. His skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and his eyes were a light brown that nearly gleamed like gold. I am overwhelmed by their attractiveness; I have to look away. I look down at the boxes they brought up. Noticing the labeling on the sides of the box, I start to laugh. "What? What is it?" asked the second voice. It takes me a second to compose myself enough to speak. Until I do, I laugh and point at the boxes. I catch a glimpse of the two of them looking at each other in confusion. Finally, I'm able to spit out. "Those aren't mine!" "What?!" exclaims Camilo, looking at the boxes in confusion. "Those boxes aren't mine! These are labeled in red and aren't my handwriting! I used a blue sharpie to label all my boxes." Camilo starts laughing with me at that point, as the owner of the second voice gives an exasperated sigh before chuckling along with us. "Come on," I say as I get up off the box pile. "Let's take these imposters back downstairs, and I will show you where the rest of my stuff is. Oh!" I extend my hand for a handshake. "My name is Idalia, by the way. Most people call me Ida." They both try to reach for my hand simultaneously, causing another fit of giggles to erupt between us. Camilo gestures to the other man to shake my hand first. He gladly takes it. His grip is firm, and his hand is cool to the touch. "I'm Whitley. Pleasure to meet you, Ida." I shook Whitley's hand, and when he released the hold, I held my hand out to Camilo. He takes it, his grip gentle and his palm warm like a balmy day. "I'm Camilo. Sorry for the mix-up, Idalia." "No worries! I hope no one thinks their stuff has been stolen!" "We better hurry these boxes back downstairs!" said Whitley as he grabbed the two boxes he had carried upstairs. "I can take one," I exclaim. "Wouldn’t want you to drop on and have something break. He seems hesitant at first, as if not wanting to admit help. But with a quick glare from Camilo, Whitley sighs and says, “That’s probably a good idea.” With each of us taking a box, we made our way down the stairs, talking the whole way. “So, are you a first-year?” Camilo asked. “Technically. I have already been in college for a year, but I’m a transfer student, so credits are weird. So basically, a freshman,” I ramble in response. After catching my breath, I ask, “ What about you two.” “I’m a sophomore.” Said Camilo. “Junior,” smirks Whitley. “Wow! Very cool!” I respond. After a moment of silence, I ask. “So, are you two roommates? “Yep!” Camilo said excitedly. “Though we just became roommates earlier this week. We met for the first time last year during my first-year orientation. He was one of the RA’s for the freshman dorms, and we met during one of the icebreaker games. We have been friends ever since!” “Took a while to convince him to be my roommate this year,” said Whitley. “He is convinced I am a slob.” “And you are, but bearably so.” Camilo giggled. Whitley throws him a glare, but Camilo’s giggling is contagious, and soon we are all laughing. After the laughter settles down, Whitley asks the next question. “So, who is your roommate?” “I’m not sure. I didn’t know anyone at this school, so I had the school assign me one. I haven’t met them yet.” Camilo pipes up, “That must be nerve-wracking! Not knowing who you are going to live with for the next year! I at least knew my roommate from my first year. He went to my high school.” “I’ll be okay. I’m pretty easygoing. I tend to stay out of people’s way and not cause any trouble.” I respond with a shrug. “Where’s the fun in that? Making a little trouble is the spice of life,” exclaims Whitley with a wink. This makes Camilo scoff and laugh. “Says Mister Straight Lace! You rarely drink, you never do drugs, you always turn in your homework on time! I doubt you have ever caused trouble in your entire life!” This causes Whitley to blush, with no way to repute Camilo’s statement. I try to comfort him by saying, “We can be non-troublemakers together!” This gets a smile out of Whitley. “Thanks,” he mutters. We are silent for a few steps before Camilo asks, “What are you studying, Idalia?” “Monster Hunting!” She squeaks excitedly. “I come from a long light of powerful women who were monster hunters. My mom is still a monster hunter, and I am more than happy to follow in her footsteps! What about you two?” Camilo answers first. “I’m studying to be a wizard.” “Wow! Magic! That is so cool!” I beam. “What sort of magic do you do?” “Mostly healing. And Levitation. So I am more of a witch than a wizard.” “I think that is incredible!” I turn to look at Whitley. “What about you?” After a pause, he looks up at me and flashes me a toothy grin. That’s when I finally noticed his fangs. “Oh! I see! School of Vampirism then?” “Correct! Not sure why I have to go to school for it, but here we are!” Whitley says with a smile. At this point, we had reached the lobby, where we found a girl panicking. “My stuff! It’s GONE!” she exclaims, and all three of us look sheepish as we walk over to her. “Hi, I’m Idalia. And my minions here have seemed to made a grave error. We are terribly sorry,” as we set the boxes at her feet. After we spent a few minutes explaining what happened, she seemed to calm down. “Well, thanks for bringing it back down.” “No problem!” says Camilo with a smile that makes her blush. I must admit, his smile makes him absolutely swoon-worthy. After a round of handshakes and finding out her name is Emma, she makes her way to her apartment on the first floor. Then I show my minions to my boxes. With all three of us, it only took two more trips. Soon after, the RA found me and gave me the key to my apartment. Camilo and Whitley helped me move my stuff from the hallway to the small living room. It came with the essential furniture, so exhausted, we all plopped on the couch. Well, I plopped with exhaustion, and Camilo and Whitley were just keeping me company. I suddenly remember that I am a sweaty mess. “You two are going to have to leave.” I suddenly say. “Why?” Whitley whines. “We just got comfy!” “I need to shower!” “We can just wait here while you shower." “Whitley…” Camilo scolds. “What? I will be a perfect gentleman! I’m just being lazy." “Come on, let's go.” Camilo gets off of the couch and offers a hand to Whitley. Whitley whines but takes the hand and stands up. “Well, if you ever need us, we are just across the hall. Except when we are in class.” “Here, give me your phone,” Whitley says impatiently. I pull out my phone, unlock it and hand it to him. He types his number into it and passes it to Camilo to do the same. Camilo hesitates. “Is it alright that I put my number on your phone?” I giggle. “Yes, it is quite alright.” He types in my phone and hands it back to me. I text both of them so that they have my number. “There we go.” “Now, we can always find each other." And with that, they both smile, and my heart flutters a little bit. They both head out with a wave, and I wave as they close the door behind them. I head to the shower, where I smile and ponder the new friends I had found just across the hall from me.