...Looking back and forth between the two men, I noticed how Brian’s blond, boy-next-door features were the perfect foil for Ulrich’s tall, dark, and dangerous. I also recognized the vibe between them…finally. It was sexual. I wasn’t sure which one of them was pushing that envelope, maybe both. And when Ulrich turned his attention back to me, I realized that sensual haze now included me. I still wasn’t sure where it started, but it now had come full circle linking all of us.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude and I’ve done my fair share of sexual exploration. But there’s one thing I’ve never been tempted to do, and that’s participate in a threesome. I mean, come on. There are only so many combinations in that little circus act, and I’ve always been afraid I’d freak out and really embarrass myself. There’s not much worse in life than being made a fool of in the bedroom, especially if it takes the form of some weird psychic vision right in the middle of sex. If there was another person in the mix, the probability of my having a vision would increase a lot.

Still, looking at these two, I could almost imagine myself risking it.

Ulrich smiled, and I wondered if he’d picked up on that errant thought. He looked right at me, and those icy eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly my head filled with a vision of Brian, Ulrich, and me…all three of us naked. And damn, they looked good. In my vision, Ulrich kissed me just the way I like being kissed. A little forceful, a lot of tongue. Brian was behind me, and I had my hands all over both men. They were touching one another, too. Brian’s cock rested between my ass cheeks; Ulrich’s erection pressed against my stomach.

I wasn’t sure if this was my vision or Ulrich’s, but I felt myself reacting to it. Suddenly it took everything I had not to start yanking off my clothes and begging one or both of them to fuck me. Ulrich blinked, and the vision faded. I gasped in a deep breath.

Brian grabbed my hand. “Crys? Crys, you okay?” He turned his gaze to Ulrich. “What did you do?”

The Mage raised an eyebrow and responded, “I did nothing, Brian. I swore my protection for the two of you.”

“Brian, I’m okay. Drop it.”

“Drop it? You go completely red-faced, gasp for air, and tell me to drop it? It was a vision wasn’t it? What did you see?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I pulled my hand out of Brian’s grip, glanced at his concerned face, then at Ulrich’s amused one.

I still wasn’t sure whose vision that had been, and I also wasn’t sure if I wanted it to come true or not. See, right at the end of that particular vision, Ulrich had broken off from kissing me, to kiss Brian. And Brian hadn’t stopped him. I wondered if that was why our first and only date hadn’t been such a good one. Was Brian more interested in men than women?

But wait a second. I’d been in that vision, too. They’d both been touching me, and they’d both been aroused. If Brian was gay, would he have been pushing that impressive hard-on into my ass?