I was 18 and…
Recollections of my First Ever Threesome
My best girlfriend and I have been at a party. The DJ just put the usual, smoochy, “last song of the evening, boys and girls” on the turntable.
All the loved up couples start to emerge from the darkened perimeter of the dance floor, hardly bothering to un-glue their faces from each other as they shuffle into the sparkly lights and start that funny little tiny-steps, circular dance thing they always do.
Rachel and I slowly make our way off the dance floor, hot and hyped up from spending the whole evening moving our bodies to rock music, flirting and teasing the boys as we wriggled and rubbed up against them in our mini skirts and barely there tops.
