I had this friend in high school with whom I had a pretty intense and tumultuous friendship. We became really good friends really fast, but there was also this underlying current of jealousy and competitiveness between the two of us. She had the kind of personality that attracted people to her like tiny little moths continually burning themselves on the bright porch light. She wasn’t a bad person, but she did turn out to be a pathological liar. Oh the lies that she told were plenty and marvelous. I never doubted her once, I was much too in love with her. As a friend I should had, a fact that happened to spur on a strange sequence of events.
When I was younger, my friends were my life. I literally would have done anything for my closest friends with no questions asked. I thought those friendships were everything. I was addicted to certain people’s presence in my life like a drug and this devotion got me burned more than once. One night when we had drunk one too many bottles of wine, I found myself telling them how much I loved them. Now, I didn’t give this particular moment much thought, but my best friend (the pathological liar) however got it into her messed up teenage brain that I was in love with her with a capital L. An assumption that she then went on to share with the entire school. Prompting all the girls to shun me for my “lesbianism”.
High school kids can be cruel, especially when they attack you for something that shouldn’t even be an issue. I was put in the delicate position of wanting to defend myself from this forced exile, but also unwilling to chose the route of “it’s not true”. Who cared whether it was true or not, that wasn’t the damn point. It eventually blew over by itself with time, but the damage had been done. I couldn’t bring myself to blindly trust this person anymore and that is when everything else unravelled and I realized just how many lies she had told me.
The funny thing is, considering what I just told you, is that I was involved in two threesomes with this girl. Both of which she instigated. The first one was before any of this other stuff came to light, a few people were hanging out at my house and everyone ended up sleeping over. I shared my double bed with her, her twin brother and our best friend. I happened to have a crush on this friend of ours, but apparently so did she. The conversation we held in the dark somehow became very suggestive, which prompted her brother to leave the room for reasons of personal sanity.
Now we were three and there was no danger of accidental incest by proxy. She kissed him first and then invited me to do the same. I hesitate but dove in open to experiencing something new. We took turns kissing him never touching each other. I remember feeling increasingly uncomfortable and turned off by the sounds of them kissing in the dark. I left my own bed and joined her brother in the guest room where we both lied in silence weirded out by the nights events. We were fifteen at the time and all virgins.
The second time it happened was after the whole “I think you’re hot for my bod incident”. She had moved away, and was visiting for the weekend. We were seventeen and out on the town for some fun. We spent the night in a bar drinking and having a great time. As it happened, there was a guy there that I liked and of course she decided to turn her eyes on him as well. Again she instigated a three way flirt. Suggesting, hinting and pushing us all to have a threesome. It became sort of a dare. Who would go furthest? I was never one to back down.
The bar closed and the three of us lingered outside. This poor guy thought he had won the lottery and wanted to make it happened before his chance slipped away. I walked ahead of him, turning backwards to see them following me. I may have said something along the lines of: “be my master and I’ll be your puppet”. Writing it down now makes me kind of cringe, what a cliche thing to say, but you know what it did the trick. They followed me into a secluded alley way in the bar’s parking lot where she and I glued our bodies to his.
I was leaning against the wall with his body pressed against mine, his cock growing against my lower stomach, our lips crushed together and tongues searching for the perfect rhythm. She was pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around his body, her mouth searching for his neck. During a particular delicious moment, she pulled back and exclaimed “You’re touching me!”. Awakening from my daze, my only response was “Huh?”. He appeared to catch on quickly, since he told “Those are my hands”. You see, he had been reaching around to touch her and she had assumed it was me. You’d think that someone who was so paranoid to be touched by me would stop instigating threesomes in my company.
I focused my attention on the fun I was having and ignored her misgivings. She chose this moment, to announce that she had her period and that we should go home. I was beyond caring. By then, he had slumped to the ground, leaning against the adjacent wall and I had taken the opportunity to straddle him and grind myself against his hard dick to my never ending pleasure and delight. Unfortunately she wouldn’t be ignored and since she had decided to leave, I could no longer have any fun. I was dragged home by a disgruntled friend away from the warn and hard spot my cunt was yearning for. Nevertheless, I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Will you?