I had my first threesome with two friends last night. Needless to say, that is so tooooootally not how I expected yesterday evening / this morning to turn out. I went to a party. Innocent enough, right? I left that party and went to a different party. Friends were there. We left, and I met up with other pals on the way out. Time passed. Kisses exchanged. Flesh groped flesh. A handsome, younger boy in our group got really aroused. He glanced in our direction again, and I saw unmistakable desire painted on his face like makeup. I could tell he was watching us and it was torturing him; he wanted to participate. We all knew each other, and we were adults. So, never to be accused of subtly, I asked the boy: “What are you doing tonight?” He was shy, so he blushed and said he didn’t know. I asked more directly: “Would you like to come home with us?” His voice quivered as he quickly whispered “y-y-yes.” The two girls cared about their messy apartments, but the boy didn’t mind his. In the yellow cab ride to his place, we got an early start while the driver took sneak peeks in the rear view mirror. Later, in the privacy of the boy’s apartment with six bare legs and arms rolling on the mattress, we pleased each other throughout the night and again early this morning. Ever the gentleman, the boy took us at the same time, then one by one. Seriously? It was hot. Really fucking hot.
To last night’s playmates (you know who you are) … Thank You.
Photo credit: Image of three apples is by Jean Scheijen