We met in line at the bank [MFF]

So, the main event happened about two years ago. The tangents I go on – possibly more like 7-10 years ago, so my memory is patchy and some of the exact chronology is off. Otherwise this is all true.

So, I was back in my home town after being abroad for about 3-4 years. I still had a local bank account. I had some time to kill so I thought I’d go to the local branch and check on its status. So I take a number and wait for my turn. To the left of me is… let’s call her Rose.

Rose I know for maybe about a decade. We were introduced by a common friend. She was dating a girl at the time. I was introduced to them as “my lesbian friends”. In time I found out she was not exactly lesbian. Now, Rose is short, mostly wears short hair, has an overall tomboyish look, but actually gives off a very sultry vibe. It’s hard to describe exactly why. She has broad cheeks and a soft, kind face, with rather sort of dark/deep eye-sockets, kind of like the Dechanel sisters. She also had a moderately deep, raspy voice, and her manner of speaking made it sound quite sexy. When I think about her, I imagine her asking some provocative question. Her body was… soft :) Not sure how else to describe it. Not skinny, or toned, or even chubby. Just a bit less than chubby. The eyes and the voice, though…

– Hey fancy meeting you here.
– Yeah, you too. You live here now?
– Nah I’ve been living in London. Just visiting.
– Oh yeah? Me too. I’m in Copenhagen.
let’s catch up and blablabla…

We managed to double check that we have each others numbers before we get called to the teller, and then we part ways.

Later that week, possibly even the same day, I get a text, or a call from her: Oh hey, I’m in the city with a friend. We’ve been having some drinks and talking about you. Maybe we could come over?

At this point I suspect her intentions, but I also don’t have very high expectations. Why? There’s history:

At one point many years ago, she texts me: It’s a long paragraph. Fist she apologizes in advance for this being a strange request. But she and her girlfriend at the time had been thinking about having a threesome, and they thought I was attractive and good fit for them, so she was wondering if I’d be interested. Now I was kind of young and inexperienced, but certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, I say ok, let’s go for it. We arrange a time and they come to my house. It was a disaster. Her girlfriend didn’t seem interested. They had just had a fight about something. And Rose herself was in a middle of a cold, boogers streaming down her face. Not exactly a sexy setup. We sat on the sofa awkwardly for at least an hour, watching a movie or something, while they occasionally made bitter remarks at each other. So, that was a disappointment. But I knew at least that she had this fantasy. And I also became aware that she’s probably not quite as lesbian as I was led to believe.

And we actually eventually hooked up. In my 20’s I was pretty oblivious to how seduction works. In retrospect it should have been pretty obvious she was flirting with me countless times, but I probably thought that’s just how she speaks. So, at one point she came back from her trip to India and wanted to share stories (I had gone recently as well). She came by and we looked at pictures on my projector. Somehow she ended up offering me a massage. As she is massaging my back, she says “you know maybe I should remove your pants, I think your butt needs some work”. Ok then, off come the pants. Then she’s like, “oh, whatcha got there” and reaches between my legs to fondle my junk. LOL ok, I thought. That was not a very subtle approach, but hey, who am I to complain. Nothing of substance happened that time either.

We actually did have sex, though I actually think it was a on a separate occasion. We were watching a movie, under a blanket, and our feet ended up touching. We let the tension build for a bit and then started making out. The next thing you know we both have our pants pulled down just enough to start fucking. Barely down to our respective knees. It was desperate, sloppy and quick. I had to pull out within a couple of minutes and made quite a mess on the bed. It’s weird how I usually either last forever and can’t cum. Or that happens….

We had met a few times since then, but there was no sex. We were just friends, or even just acquaintances. She’d even introduce me to some pretty cool people occasionally.

Anyway, back to the recent history. So, just like years before, I’m down with whatever, but not expecting much.

They arrive slightly tipsy, a bottle of vermouth in hand. I hate the stuff, but so far this is shaping up better than before. Her partner in crime seems to be in a cheery and positive mood. A tiny blonde girl with dark eyes, somewhat Slavic features. Let’s call her Irene. So, as is proper to do when you have stuff to do but your courage need help, we proceed to get drunk(er). We are sharing some stories of what we’ve been doing lately. Irene seems to be interested in what I have to say. Some song comes on and Rose suggests that me and Irene should dance. So we do. That’s nice. Then Irene goes to the bathroom. At this point, Rose pounces on me and we are making out in full view when her friend gets back. We break for a little chat, a bit of light touching. Rose’s plan seems to be coming together this time ;)

Rose suggests we all take a shower. A very good idea. We lather each other down and continue making out. At one point I’m making out with Irene while Rose gets on her knees and gets me in her mouth. Then both of them got down there and gave me a double blow job with water pouring on their faces. There was way too much water everywhere and all kinds of awkward positions. Plenty of giggling and tender touching. But there was not really enough room for anything more.

So now that we’re all clean, we move to a big bed and proceed to do all kinds of other combinations where two of us focus on the other one. Me and Irene played with Rose, but it seem she was very keen to see me and Irene have sex. We were both happy to oblige. She, in contrast to Rose, was pretty skinny. Tiny perky breasts and a tight limber body. She was also very lively and interactive. While with Rose it was always the voice, Irene had a more expressive face and was really fun to watch her have pleasure. She had an awesome, slutty (which I mean in the best way possible) sex face. We fucked pretty enthusiastically and Rose helped out, but honestly I don’t have much more to report, because just like them, I was pretty fucking drunk! Now, with my many years of wisdom, I know so well that too much alcohol impedes the proper enjoyment of sexual pleasures, even when your dick is in full force. At some point your head spinning might be a precursor to throwing up rather than an orgasm. Vermouth is a bad bad thing.

So, anyhow, MFF, check. Not like magical or anything. And if you see other story, I had a much better time with an MFM. But it was quite fun :)

As an epilogue, we connected with Irene on social media and ended up meeting and fucking again. Hey, you know, friends introduce you to friends for a reason, right? ;) That second time, the sex was probably even better, I’d say. I recall that she was a on her period. Cool, whatever, less risk. And also she had repairs being done at her new apartment, so the construction workers interrupted our coitus at 8 AM. Yeah, we partied hard again. Life’s hard that way…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e6b19h/we_met_in_line_at_the_bank_mff

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