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My Threesome Story 1

When I was in high school, I was pretty popular. Most people think it’s because of the way I dress. Others say it’s the way I act, talk, and communicate with people. But I say, I’ve always had a shitty reputation. Right at a young age, I’ve always loved s*x. Good s*x, to be precise. And when I see a good opportunity at getting f****d real good, trust me, I don’t say no. At 17, I got involved with my AP biology teacher right in his office as we f****d. Luckily, we didn’t get caught, and well, he got fired for getting involved with this sixteen years old sophomore. He was a dirtbag.

A few weeks ago, I received a message on f*******: from one of my childhood friends. We attended the same high school, we were pretty close, and we stormed almost every party back in high school. Sometimes, we’d sneak into clubs with our fake IDs. She was literally my best friend. Her name was Shania. Well, Shania texted me on f*******: and we talked about high school and our past lives. The minute I got into college, I lost a lot of my friends, including Shania. It started off with mere phone calls, to a few text messages, until we finally stopped talking entirely. For years, we didn’t communicate until a few weeks ago.

During our f*******: chat and talking about old times, she told me she was getting married this summer and she wanted me to come as her special guest. And that means driving from college to my hometown and I’m talking about a three hour drive. I didn’t even remember the last time I visited home. I didn’t feel like going, but Shania was once a special person in my life and I felt like it was right to just attend her marriage even if that meant visiting my parents.

I packed the necessary things I’ll need for the weekend as I started my three-hour drive that Friday afternoon. About an hour’s drive later, Shania called me and asked me if I was still coming. I told her yes, and that I was pretty close. As I hummed to the music playing on the radio, I thought about what I was gonna say to Shania. It’s not like we fought. I guess we just got bored of each other’s attitude the minute the other got into university.

I grabbed my phone to check the map of my hometown and I was one hour away from arriving at my town. I stopped to get snacks on the way as I continued driving again. I texted Shania through her mobile number that I was close. In less than 48 minutes I should be arriving. I arrived at this little town that was not too far from my town when, suddenly, I heard a loud bang as my car slowed to a stop.

“Shit.” I cursed as I parked the car. I tried to start my car and it didn’t work. I turned on the ignition again and it just didn’t start.

“Great. I’m stranded, just when I’m close. Reasons I don’t like attending wedding parties from high school friends.” I muttered to myself as I stepped out of the car, angrily shutting the door behind me hard.

I looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood as I sighed. I surveyed my car and that was when I knew I had a flat tire. A flat f*****g tire! I pulled out my phone to check the time and it was 5 pm in the evening. Where the hell was I supposed to get a mechanic from?

“You need help?” Someone asked me. It was a man.

“Yeah. I got a flat tire.”

“Oh, s**t. That’s really bad.” He said as he glanced at the two flat tires.

“Yeah. Is there a mechanic shop around here? I really need to get this fixed before nightfall.”

“I can help you get it towed there.”

I happily said my thanks to this stranger and later I got my car towed to the mechanic. The stranger, whose name was Jerry, told me there was a bar around the corner and I could just stop by to get a drink while my car got fixed. I said another thank you to him and headed to this bar. It was not that far from the mechanic.

While in the bar, I ordered a glass of martini as I drank. To keep my brain and hands occupied, I scroll through Shania’s f*******: timeline and look through her photos with her supposed husband. He was also young, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. And hell, he was a fine one. I bit my lip as I stared at a photo of him, shirtless, in just his swimming trunks as he lay on the sand on a beach.

“Cathy?” Someone called my name. I quickly locked the screen of my phone as I stared at his man.

Shit.

“Jim? What?” I giggled as we hugged each other.

Jim and I weren’t all that close friends. He was in my chemistry class during my sophomore year in college. He was pretty hot and we would study together. We even exchanged numbers then and we would talk on the phone. That was how we hit it off. It turned out Jim liked me as much as I liked him too. We f****d once, it was good, so we did it again. After the third time, I didn’t see him again until today.

During those times when he was absent both at school and in my life, I didn’t bother to contact him and he didn’t try either. Except for this weird email I got from Jimmysan@g*******m seven months ago, asking me how I was doing and that it’s been a long time since we talked. I didn’t reply to the email, because then, I didn’t know it was Jim from my class. And seeing him again just reminded me that he truly sent me an email and I didn’t reply to it.

Jimmy bought me another drink and we talked about our lives. I asked him why he just disappeared two years ago and he told me he quitted college to go to military school. I took my time to admire him and God, he looked different. He looked more sexy, super attractive, and damn, he was hot. Hotter than I remembered. I bet the military training did pay him off.

He asked me what I was doing here and I told him about my flat tires and the marriage I was supposed to attend tomorrow Saturday. Jim and I talked about different things and he even flirted with me during our conversations.

“I really did miss you, you know?” He said. I smiled and looked at him. What I would give to f**k him again.

He was good in bed, and trust me, even his c**k was impressive.

“Hmm. You do? Or you missed when we used to f**k?” I teased him, trying to test the waters Just to be sure if he still liked me.

Jim laughed. “Both, I assure you.”

I bit my lip as I watched him from above the rim of my Martini glass.

“Hmm. I wondered if anything has changed these past years.” I muttered as I eyed him. From his beautiful green eyes to his lips, and down to his crotch.

Jim followed my gaze to his crotch and he smirked at me.

“You know, you can just say you wanna f**k me again, Cathy, you pretty little thot.” He smirked as he leaned closer. I smiled.

“Damn. Isn’t she just sexy?” A male voice said. I turned to look at this blonde man standing next to Jim.

It wasn’t always normal for me to be blessed with two hot men at the same time. This strange man standing next to Jim was hotter, sexier than Jim. He had a flirtatious smirk on his lips as he stared at me from my bare shoulders, down to my curves covered in a blue tight dress.

“You’re gonna introduce her, Jim?” The stranger asked. Jim smiled. Wow, they know each other. My night just got better.

“Marion, this is Cathy. My University friend. Cathy, meet my childhood friend, Marion. We’re in the military together. Well, he has a higher rank too. I can’t compete with that.”

“I’m just your friend, huh?” I teased Jim. Both men laughed.

“Oh, I know what’s going on here.” Marion smirked at me.

“You do?” Jim asked as he stared at me while drinking his bourbon.

“f**k, yes, I do.” Marion winked at me. “Why don’t you guys continue your conversation and pretend I’m not here?”

“We were just talking about f*****g each other.” I said to Marion with my eyes locked on Jim.

“And…” I looked at Marion. “I was wondering if you’d like to join us. The more, the merrier, right?” I said as I watched Marion.

His eyebrows were elevated in surprise as he turned to look at Jim who was equally surprised. I was single, never really been committed to anyone for a long time, and I’ve always liked to f**k. And when I see two sexy men who wanted me, I get out there and get them. And, right now, without being told, Marion wanted to f**k me and I wanted to f**k him too, Including my long-lost f**k buddy who was in my class.

“So, what do you say, gents?” I said as I stared at these two men who looked like they were thinking about the idea of a threesome.

This won’t be my first threesome, and obviously won’t be my last.

“Your place or mine?” Jim asked Marion.

“Mine.”

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