My First Threesome Was Mind Blowing, From A Girl’s Perspective

Not So Sweetheart9 years ago

Fresh off my break up with my ex, I followed standard breakup procedure. Downloaded Tinder again — because now his insecure pansy ass isn’t there to tell me I can’t swipe just for an ego boost — and got outrageously drunk at every social or party I could get my scantily-clad ass to. I had a grand ole time… Until standards killed my vibe. Every. Single. Night. Whenever I was hot and heavy in a dark corner make-out, I got herded home in a DD car with nothing to show for my many hours of debating which shirt showed the right amount of boob to say “I’m DTF but only if I can steal your beer.”

Sure I was doing alright with Tinder. A bunch of guys wanted to paint me green and spank me with a wooden spoon like a disobedient avocado, and there were plenty who tried to recruit me to the #buttstuff2k16 movement. But Tinder was too easy. There wasn’t a chase, or any kind of excitement really, so I was bored with the same old routine: Find a worthy suitor, make him take me out for drinks, let him take me home, then never speak to him again. Still, it didn’t make any sense. I was getting under plenty of guys, so why wasn’t I getting over my ex? If only I’d known what was in store for me then.

“Hey cutie, how ya been?”

Emmett and I had talked on Tinder before, playful banter and a few flirty comments about his summer job as a lifeguard, then things just kinda went stale. We matched while I was home on winter break so I didn’t get to ever seal the deal with him. Plus, I was always skeptical of the one girl in his picture, but girls are lifeguards, too, so whatever. So we got back into the playful banter and caught up on upcoming spring break plans when he dropped the bomb.

“So there’s no way to say this that won’t come out weird, but me and my girl are looking for a threesome. Would you be into it? No strings attached, no pressure, you can call it off whenever you feel like it. What do you think?”

Holy shit. He just asked me to have a threesome. But not in the random, creepy, “I want to do dirty things to you” kind of way. He tried to make me feel comfortable and in control. It must’ve been his girlfriend doing the talking. No way he’s got anything on his mind other than having me and her playing tonsil hockey over his hockey stick. But I leveled with him and told him that I was interested. And I was.

My ex and I had talked at length about the idea back in the day. But I told him I wanted to have a devil’s threesome before we could bring in another girl (because like hell I was gonna give him the greatest gift a girlfriend can without trying to level the playing field first), and he was too jealous to get into the idea. But Emmett and Dani were the real deal. I could try this, without any mind games, without any jealousy, genuinely no strings attached. I told him it was a big pill to swallow (and I hoped his would be too) and that I needed some time to mull it over.

Spring break comes along and I was home wishing I’d gone back to Panama City, even with the new booze ban, because I was losing my mind up north where winter is always coming instead of me. When who should check back in but Emmett. He got right to the point and asked what I thought about taking a tricycle out for a spin and I figured, when will I ever get a chance like this again?

We met up for an unseasonably warm day at the beach near Dani’s house. Walking along the water and exploring the rocky cliffs made for an easy day of just getting to know them. When the wind shifted and the sun started setting, we walked back to her place. We settled in on the couches in her loft bedroom.

“So you’re still here,” Dani pointed out, asking if I plan to stay without saying the words.

“Yeah, today’s been fun so far.” I left the idea open that there’s more fun to be had.

“You got some sun today. Your nose is pink,” she said to me as she leaned in and brushed some sand from my cheek.

“So did you,” I quipped back, brushing a clump of sand out of her hair.

I’ve kissed girls before. Mostly while drunk. Once sober on a dare in high school. It’s eerie because it all works the same, with a guy or a girl, the leaning in until you’re too close to deny what’s about to happen next, and then it does. Our lips touched, softly, each of us slowly opening up into what was happening. She’d done this before so I could tell she was letting me set the pace. We kicked it up a notch and as our tongues start doing a tango, she tugged at my shirt, asking permission. I raise my arms in reply and responded in kind to her. Before I knew it I was gaining confidence. Walked my hand up to her chest to give a squeeze. Her tits were bigger than mine and had a bit more of a squish to them that I’d never felt before. I started taking off my pants out of genuine discomfort with the belt I had on, and soon us girls were down to our skivvies.

Dani suggested we move to the bed. She started going down on me, and I wish I could say it turned my world upside down and made me reconsider my sexuality, but, the fact is, it was just good foreplay. We went back to kissing and touching, and in my head, I started to realize this would be the part when I go down on her. I did this for the experience after all, so I should experience all of it, right? Well, I think I made her reconsider her sexuality because, if she didn’t climax, she was damn close or watches too much porn.

While I was diving for pearls, I felt Emmett’s mast come poking at my porthole (kinda forgot about Emmett for a while, though I doubt that he minded). My bi-curious experimenting turned into a full blown threesome. We hit all the major positions, from the adventurous Bobbing for Apples and Face-to-Face to the classic Daisy Chain and Double Oral, and just about everything in between. Dani made sure I was never left awkwardly on my own and that I was always enjoying myself.

I count myself truly lucky that Emmett got too tired to finish, let alone ask for a cumshot finale. To save the awkward after-sex “what now?” discussion, Dani immediately jumped up and started turning on the TV to watch The Wolf Of Wall Street. I think she chose it to make everyone feel like what we just did was as tame and normal as buying a Toyota Camry. After the movie, I thanked them for a fun day and headed home. I laid in bed that night and couldn’t stop thinking about how mind blowing the whole experience was..