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ARTICLE | Losing My Threesome Virginity -
Where do I begin? This is a story about the first time I kissed another girl and had a threesome. Here’s how it happened:
There’s a club I go to every Saturday whether with the girls, or my boyfriend. Oh, this is a good time to mention that the threesome wasn’t with him. Anyways, at the club I met up with my girl. Ok, I guess this is where the story gets tricky. Obviously I can’t give out real names. I’ll call my girl “Booty;” She has a J-Lo Butt. The guy’s name is “Fifty.” what can I say; I love 50 Cent.
So, Booty and I are at the club doing our thing. One of the things about Booty is she doesn’t have to be babysat like some girls. We get to the club and dance, drink, whatever. I figure the reason we are so comfortable is because we met at the club.
Well, on this night we needed each other. First I had a guy on me, so I got Booty to discourage him, and the same thing happened to her, and she used me. It was pretty clever the way she did it. She told the guy that she was a lesbian. “Prove it!” he said. Without hesitation, Booty planted a kiss on my lips. I was surprised, it was kinda funny, and well, it started feeling nice. I totally forgot where I was. I don’t know, there is just something different about kissing a girl. I opened my eyes and half the club was watching us. Nervous giggles ensued, and we scurried to the bar to down alcohol. Maybe this was to make people think we were really drunk.
Well 1:45am rolls around, and guess who walks in? It’s Fifty. Right away Booty grabs him up and brings him to the dance floor. She had told me earlier Fifty was her “booty call.” Anyways, when the club ended, Booty and I returned to my car. Just as I’m about to pull out of our parking spot, Fifty opens the passenger door, straddles Booty, and they start making out. Obviously I’m feeling uncomfortable, and Fifty sensed it. He leaned over and without even asking started kissing me. I was shocked, but wanted it. Then he looked me in the eyes and candidly said, “Let’s see what your titties look like.” OMG, Really?! The way he said it was so arousing, I wasn’t even offended. Before I had a chance to answer, he had removed my breast from underneath my shirt. He went back and forth between Booty and I, kissing and licking us both. I’m not sure how far things could have gone right there in the car, but eventually we were interrupted by staff attempting to clear the parking lot. Before Fifty left, he ordered to Booty, “meet me at my house in 15 minutes, and bring your exciting friend.”
Well Booty started driving to Fifty’s place and assumed I was down. At the first sign of my objection, she nonchalantly answered, “look, at any point you want to leave, you just say the word. In fact, we can make up the code word, ‘watermelon.’ Say it if you want to leave. Trust me girl, we are only going to have fun. Fifty is a gentleman; I’m your friend, and heck, what’s the worse that could happen?” If only then I realized. I didn’t though, and we were soon at Fifty’s.
Within moments of entering, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me. Booty didn’t show a hint of jealousy. She simply walked over to the couch. “Fifty, how about me?” She was sprawled on the couch wearing only her panties. I laughed at her directness, but Fifty responded as if it were routine. He took my hand and led me over to Booty and sat me down. He started kissing down her breast and stomach as he flawlessly removed my clothes. I couldn’t believe how easily all my inhibitions left. I’m sure it had to do with the indifferent attitude of Booty and Fifty’s prowess. He worked us both with his fingers but before making any oral commitment, he looked at Booty and said, “you know the rules.” Booty gave a girlish giggle and whispered in my ear, “let’s go jump in the shower.”
Inside the shower Booty said, “Let’s take time for us.” We lathered each other up. It was so much fun and naughty. Booty got down on her knees and said, “let’s see how clean we’ve got you.” She started pleasing me. I’ve never ever felt it like this before. She pressed me up against the wall, and as the warm water ran down my body, I had no choice but to close my eyes. It went on for 5 minutes before we were interrupted by a bang on the door followed by Fifty’s voice, “Ladies, don’t have too much fun without me.” Booty looked towards the door and yelled, “Cock-blocker!”
“How about I cock-block your mouth?” came his response as he walked into the bathroom. He pulled out his penis, took Booty by her wet hair and directed her down. She gave him head in front of me for a minute and then looked at me and said; “here, come try this.” Fifty had us both performing on him. After a few minutes he asked us to come to the bedroom; we obliged.
Sitting on his bed, Booty said, “hey we’re cold!” Fifty threw a blanket over our heads with a laugh. Booty and I started making out beneath. He gave time to warm up, then pulled the blanket back; we were in the 69 with me on top. He entered me from behind. I was so immersed in everything I didn’t even stop to find out if he had a condom.
Five months have passed, and my Doctor has informed me that I am HIV positive. Sadder yet; I have slept with my boyfriend several times since that encounter. I’m not sure how to tell him. I don’t even know if I got it from Fifty, Booty, my own boyfriend, or someone before that, seeing as I’ve never been previously tested.
Sorry to be a fantasy killer, but please get tested.
Love your friends, and share this with them.
Check out the photo series, article, and credits at
http://hushmagazine.ca/losing+my+threesome+virginity/blog/364/10/
ARTICLE | Losing My Threesome Virginity -
Where do I begin? This is a story about the first time I kissed another girl and had a threesome. Here’s how it happened:
There’s a club I go to every Saturday whether with the girls, or my boyfriend. Oh, this is a good time to mention that the threesome wasn’t with him. Anyways, at the club I met up with my girl. Ok, I guess this is where the story gets tricky. Obviously I can’t give out real names. I’ll call my girl “Booty;” She has a J-Lo Butt. The guy’s name is “Fifty.” what can I say; I love 50 Cent.
So, Booty and I are at the club doing our thing. One of the things about Booty is she doesn’t have to be babysat like some girls. We get to the club and dance, drink, whatever. I figure the reason we are so comfortable is because we met at the club.
Well, on this night we needed each other. First I had a guy on me, so I got Booty to discourage him, and the same thing happened to her, and she used me. It was pretty clever the way she did it. She told the guy that she was a lesbian. “Prove it!” he said. Without hesitation, Booty planted a kiss on my lips. I was surprised, it was kinda funny, and well, it started feeling nice. I totally forgot where I was. I don’t know, there is just something different about kissing a girl. I opened my eyes and half the club was watching us. Nervous giggles ensued, and we scurried to the bar to down alcohol. Maybe this was to make people think we were really drunk.
Well 1:45am rolls around, and guess who walks in? It’s Fifty. Right away Booty grabs him up and brings him to the dance floor. She had told me earlier Fifty was her “booty call.” Anyways, when the club ended, Booty and I returned to my car. Just as I’m about to pull out of our parking spot, Fifty opens the passenger door, straddles Booty, and they start making out. Obviously I’m feeling uncomfortable, and Fifty sensed it. He leaned over and without even asking started kissing me. I was shocked, but wanted it. Then he looked me in the eyes and candidly said, “Let’s see what your titties look like.” OMG, Really?! The way he said it was so arousing, I wasn’t even offended. Before I had a chance to answer, he had removed my breast from underneath my shirt. He went back and forth between Booty and I, kissing and licking us both. I’m not sure how far things could have gone right there in the car, but eventually we were interrupted by staff attempting to clear the parking lot. Before Fifty left, he ordered to Booty, “meet me at my house in 15 minutes, and bring your exciting friend.”
Well Booty started driving to Fifty’s place and assumed I was down. At the first sign of my objection, she nonchalantly answered, “look, at any point you want to leave, you just say the word. In fact, we can make up the code word, ‘watermelon.’ Say it if you want to leave. Trust me girl, we are only going to have fun. Fifty is a gentleman; I’m your friend, and heck, what’s the worse that could happen?” If only then I realized. I didn’t though, and we were soon at Fifty’s.
Within moments of entering, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me. Booty didn’t show a hint of jealousy. She simply walked over to the couch. “Fifty, how about me?” She was sprawled on the couch wearing only her panties. I laughed at her directness, but Fifty responded as if it were routine. He took my hand and led me over to Booty and sat me down. He started kissing down her breast and stomach as he flawlessly removed my clothes. I couldn’t believe how easily all my inhibitions left. I’m sure it had to do with the indifferent attitude of Booty and Fifty’s prowess. He worked us both with his fingers but before making any oral commitment, he looked at Booty and said, “you know the rules.” Booty gave a girlish giggle and whispered in my ear, “let’s go jump in the shower.”
Inside the shower Booty said, “Let’s take time for us.” We lathered each other up. It was so much fun and naughty. Booty got down on her knees and said, “let’s see how clean we’ve got you.” She started pleasing me. I’ve never ever felt it like this before. She pressed me up against the wall, and as the warm water ran down my body, I had no choice but to close my eyes. It went on for 5 minutes before we were interrupted by a bang on the door followed by Fifty’s voice, “Ladies, don’t have too much fun without me.” Booty looked towards the door and yelled, “Cock-blocker!”
“How about I cock-block your mouth?” came his response as he walked into the bathroom. He pulled out his penis, took Booty by her wet hair and directed her down. She gave him head in front of me for a minute and then looked at me and said; “here, come try this.” Fifty had us both performing on him. After a few minutes he asked us to come to the bedroom; we obliged.
Sitting on his bed, Booty said, “hey we’re cold!” Fifty threw a blanket over our heads with a laugh. Booty and I started making out beneath. He gave time to warm up, then pulled the blanket back; we were in the 69 with me on top. He entered me from behind. I was so immersed in everything I didn’t even stop to find out if he had a condom.
Five months have passed, and my Doctor has informed me that I am HIV positive. Sadder yet; I have slept with my boyfriend several times since that encounter. I’m not sure how to tell him. I don’t even know if I got it from Fifty, Booty, my own boyfriend, or someone before that, seeing as I’ve never been previously tested.
Sorry to be a fantasy killer, but please get tested.
Love your friends, and share this with them.
Check out the photo series, article, and credits at
http://hushmagazine.ca/losing+my+threesome+virginity/blog/364/10/
