If I were to be honest with myself, I would have to say that night I had dressed for sex. My mini skirt was beyond mini and my pink halter top left very little to the imagination. I had even decided to forgo underwear. We went to a party off campus. Chris made no effort to hide that he was with both of us, but I noticed early in the night that while John avoided making any physical contact. Chris was all over me. I could feel his dick pressing against my ass as he danced behind me. His hands started to roam, his fingers were skimming the hem of my skirt. I felt moisture gathering between my thighs. It wasn’t long after that Chris pulled us out onto the balcony. I had been very loose with the beer and feeling very horny. I grabbed a hold of John and forced him to hold me.

“I’m ready to go home.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“If there isn’t a dick in me within the next hour, I am going to explode.”

We stumbled back to the John’s room. I admit, I hesitated for a moment. This was not exactly how I pictured my first threesome to be. Despite it being me and two guys. I wasn’t going to be the center of attention, Chris was. Suddenly, he was behind me. I looked back and realized that he had already shed his clothes and his penis was jutting straight out.

“So, how are we going to…” I started.

He said, “John, come over here.” Before I knew it both men, stark naked were in front of me.

“Lay down on the floor,” he instructed. He knelt down beside me and pushed John to stand on the other side. He placed my hands on his cock and waited for me to start fondling before he then stroked John. John closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation and most likely forgetting I was even there. I quickly grew tired of all the giving and not receiving anything in return. I wanted release.

I sat on the desk; my legs spread wide and pulled Chris’s face down in my cunt. He took a few licks before he devoured me. I could feel the pressure of his mouth alternating between soft and hard and realized that it was a result of John pounding into him from behind. I closed my eyes reveling in the new sensations being created by the threesome. I never thought being with two guys like this would be a turn on, but it wasn’t long before I came.

Chris pulled back. As if taking some cue John pulled out, allowing Chris to pick me up and drop me on the couch on my knees, my bare ass high in the air. Chris plunged into me, with John close behind him. Chris became like a ping pong ball, bouncing back and forth between John and me. John would push him away as he pulled out and I would buck back after taking him in. It became a frantic game. I don’t know how long it took or who actually came first, but soon all three of us were spent and both men fell forward on top of me. The weight was nearly unbearable but I was too exhausted to care.

I woke up while being carried to bed by John. He had been so stand offish since I started touching Chris that I feared our friendship had suffered, but here he was, tucking me into bed and climbing in beside me. It was in then that I wished John was the bisexual. I would have given anything for him to be the one to have pleasured me. I tucked my head into his arm and fell back asleep, dreaming of it being that way.

We hung out the rest of the weekend, but there was no more sex. Chris went back home on Sunday morning and John and I went back to being best friends, only closer now it seemed. We had shared something more than Chris, though I wasn’t sure what.

“So what did you think of Chris?” he asked. His latest boyfriend had been at the party last night and was still in John’s room sleeping.

I shrugged. “He seemed really nice. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him much with the noise and then he passed out.” I had actually taken a double look at him when they arrived at my door to pick me up. He was one of those “why do all the hot men have to be gay?” guys. I wasn’t about to admit that I was attracted to my best friend’s boyfriend, especially when there was no chance of anything coming of it.

I had noticed that he watched me at the party. I wrote it off to jealousy at first. I had a habit of hanging on John if I wasn’t in the mood to be picked up by some guy. By the end of the night I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I wasn’t going to say anything to John.

“He’s different than me,” John said.

I stopped my fork in the air, whip cream dripping off of my waffle. “What do you mean?”

John leaned back in his chair. “I mean he swings both ways.”

I shrugged again. “That’s cool.”

“He wants to hook up with you.”

I let my fork drop down to my plate. “Say what?”

“He wants to know if you would be interested in a threesome.”

“How do you feel about it?” I asked him. There was no way I was going to ruin my friendship with him over another guy.

“I’m ok with it. I’ve been kinda curious what it would be like to have a threesome.” He paused. “with you.”

“There’d have to be rules. I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

He smiled. “NO guy is worth you.”

It was at that moment that Chris decided to join us. He sat down and without taking his eyes off of me, he said, “You talk to her?”

“Yeah, we were just working out a few details.”

Chris reached across the table and took my hand. “I am really going to enjoy this, having my boy and this beautiful woman.”

“So when did you want to…” I asked.

“Well, I have to leave in a few hours to go home, but I could come back down next weekend and we can go out.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

The next weekend came quicker than I thought. On Friday night, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I had dressed up. If I were to be honest with myself, I would have to say that I had dressed for sex. My mini skirt was beyond mini and my pink halter top left very little to the imagination. To top it all off, I had decided forgo underwear. I was grateful that my roommate had taken the weekend to go home. I couldn’t imagine what she would say if she knew what was going to happen. I was pulling on my fuck-me boots when they knocked on my door.

The night started off without a hitch. We went to a party that was happening off campus and danced and drank. Chris made no effort to hide that he was with both of us. I think he reveled in the fact that he had two people’s attention. I noticed early in the night that while John would dance with me, he avoided making any physical contact. Chris, however, was all over me. I could feel his enlarged dick pressing against my ass as he danced behind me. His hands started to roam from my hips downward and soon his fingers were skimming the hem of my skirt. I felt moisture gathering between my thighs and knew that there would be no going back. It wasn’t long after that Chris grabbed both of our hands and pulled us out onto the balcony. I had been very loose with the beer and was several sheets to the wind and feeling very horny. I grabbed a hold of John and forced him to hold me.

“I’m ready to go home,” I said.

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“If there isn’t a dick in me within the next hour, I am going to explode,” I slurred.

We stumbled back to the dorms. Once inside John’s room, I found myself standing in the middle looking around as if I had never seen it before. Everything that I had looked at a thousand times now meant something different. The desk wasn’t for studying. Tonight, I would bend over it or sit on it and get fucked. The couch wasn’t for sitting. It too would be fucked on tonight. I admit, I hesitated for a moment. This was not exactly how I pictured my first threesome to be. Despite it being me and two guys. I wasn’t going to be the center of attention, Chris was. Suddenly, he was behind me. I looked back and realized that he had already shed his clothes and his penis was jutting straight out.

“So, how are we going to…” I started.

Without looking away from me, he said, “John, come over here.” Before I knew it both men, stark naked were in front of me.

“Lay down on the floor,” he instructed me. Still fully clothed I laid down and waited. He knelt down beside me, his dick pointing out just above my mouth and then pushed John to stand on the other side of me. He placed my hands on his cock and waited for me to start fondling before he then stroked John. John closed his eyes and leaned his head back, losing himself in the sensation and most likely forgetting I was even there. I quickly grew tired of all the giving and not receiving anything in return. I was wet beyond belief and wanted release.

I took charge and rearranged us so that I was sitting on the desk; my legs spread wide and pulled Chris down so his face was in my cunt. At this point I didn’t really care what John did with Chris so long as he didn’t remove him from me. Chris took a few licks before he began to devour me. I could feel the pressure of his mouth alternating between soft and hard and I realized that it was a result of John pounding into him from behind. I laid back on the desk and closed my eyes reveling in the new sensations being created by the threesome. I never thought being with two guys like this would be a turn on, but it wasn’t long before I came.

Chris pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached behind him and patted John on the cheek. As if taking some cue John pulled out and stepped back, allowing Chris to pick me up and drop me on the couch on my knees, my bare ass high in the air. Without a moment’s hesitation, Chris plunged into me, with John close behind him. Chris became like a ping pong ball, bouncing back and forth between John and me. John would push him away as he pulled out and I would buck back after taking him in. It became a frantic game. I don’t know how long it took or who actually came first, but soon all three of us were spent and both men fell forward on top of me. The weight was nearly unbearable but I was too exhausted to care. I closed my eyes and fell into a black oblivion.

A few hours later I woke up while being carried to bed by John. Confused, but content, I nuzzled into my best friend’s shoulder. He had been so stand offish since I started touching Chris that I feared our friendship had suffered, but here he was, tucking me into bed and climbing in beside me. I scanned the room for Chris and found him passed out on couch, still stark naked. It was in that moment that I wished John was the bisexual. I would have given anything for him to be the one to have pleasured me. I tucked my head into his arm and fell back asleep, dreaming of it being that way.

We hung out the rest of the weekend, but there was no more sex. Chris went back home on Sunday morning and John and I went back to being best friends, only closer now it seemed. We had shared something more than Chris, though I wasn’t sure what it was. Chris and John eventually stopped seeing each other and I lost touch with John after college. I sometimes wonder what kind of relationship we could have had, the three of us, but then I remember how much I loved John and that it probably never would have worked out the way it should have.

Shortly after my grandmother went to bed we shimmied out the window and ran across the yard to hop in the backseat of his black car. They let us have a couple of wine coolers on the way back to his house. We all headed back to his bedroom to watch a movie and it didn’t take long at all for things to get pretty heavy. My friend and her boy were on one side of the bed making out and then the guy I liked made his move. We wound up having sex with the guys in the same bed. It was awkward and strange, but very hot at the same time.

Unfortunately the condom broke on them and she got pregnant, later having his baby and quitting high school. He was very controlling and we lost touch until they recently broke up. She’s doing well now. We never talk about that night.
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Re: Colin….ah, hindsight what a doubled edged sword you are.

I always found it strange the way people lose touch. I mean two people who are friends and mean the world to each other and then just drift out of each other’s lives. It’s an interesting part of life, how we all weave in and out of other people’s sphere of existing. Aie, with that tidbit of wisdom I’m off to bed.