Hi all! Sorry but this is going to be a long one. I hope this experience of mine resonates with some of you. I tried condensing this, but it seems like it will be a multi-parter.
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I had started a habit of going alone to lounges and bars in my new neighborhood. The establishments reflected the area I lived in, predominantly black crowds with DJ’s playing either hip-hop or reggae music. Aside from the few guys I had hooked up with, I didn’t really know a lot of people in the area, and I took these outings as an opportunity to meet new people. OK. Maybe that wasn’t my only intention. After all, I was 21 and had a newfound love for black guys. Crudely put, these outings were for me to get some dick.
My game plan was the same as it was every time: go to the bar, order a water, and wait for a guy to offer to buy me a real drink. Some nights were easier than others. My personal record was staying at a lounge for no longer than 45 mins before I had a few drinks in me, and I was off to my place with the guy who had bought me said drinks. Other nights were a little more challenging where I would have drinks brought to me by some guys who I frankly was just not that into.
I had been to this one particular lounge several times before and I was surprised to see another White girl there. She was on the arm of a stocky black guy who wore a neatly trimmed beard, and a baseball cap that covered his bald head. Amanda, as I later learned, was a brunette about 5’9 in height with large full breasts. She was by no sense of the word fat, but girl was thicc and knew how to dress to accentuate her butt and breasts.
I took a seat at the bar, exchanged pleasantries with the bartender who I may or may not have hooked up with before, and ordered my water. As the night went on, the place started to get packed. A few guys bought me drinks, but it was looking to be more like one of those challenging nights where it was going to take a little longer to find Mr. Right Now. When I was three drinks deep, I wound up on the dance floor grinding my perky butt on the crotch of some rando. A few songs later, Amanda cut in and started dancing with me, eventually pushing Mr. Rando out of the picture. She introduced herself and we laughed at our obvious jokes about being the only White girls in the place. Amanda’s boyfriend, Lawrence, eventually joined us on the dance floor. I kept a respectable distance from Lawrence, sandwiching Amanda between the two of us. Amanda introduced Lawrence to me and explained how they were both into blondes. The unusual proclamation paired with the blaring music had me asking her to repeat herself, to which Amanda simply replied “My boyfriend and I think you’re hot.”
As a reminder, I was three cocktails deep at this time, and just found the situation ridiculous. I laughed it off, thanked Amanda for the compliment, and just continued to dance. Lawrence offered to buy us another round, leaving Amanda and me dancing alone again. She started to dance closer to me, grinding onto my crotch as she did with her boyfriend. The crowd started to cheer and make some comments about “crazy white girls” when Amanda turned around to kiss me. I’ve made out with girls before, mostly for attention, but it was the first time I had done so with a near stranger. Despite the absurdity, I didn’t pull away and before I knew it Amanda and I were having a full blown make out session in the middle of the lounge. I laughed again when we finally pulled away and just continued to dance.
When Lawrence came back with our drinks, Amanda asked him if she had any of my lipstick on her mouth. Lawrence just replied with a shit-eating grin on his face. After that, Amanda slowly encouraged me to dance closer with Lawrence, to the point where he had his arms around my midriff and his chin resting on my shoulder. I still remember how pleased Amanda looked watching us like that for the first time. The next thing I knew it, I was sandwiched between them, Amanda’s breasts pressed into mine as she leaned in to kiss Lawrence. Feeling their breath on my neck gave me goosebumps and I felt myself getting moist between my legs. I could taste Lawrence’s whisky when Amanda started to kiss me again, twirling her tongue around mine. I could feel Lawrence poking at my perky butt as Amanda and I continued to make out.
A few more songs had passed when Amanda invited me to the women’s room with her and Lawrence. She made it very clear that she wanted to have a threesome with me and Lawrence, but in the nicest possible way told me that she wanted me to get tested before that happened. So, I spent the next 20 minutes in the bathroom watching Lawrence fuck Amanda before he came inside of her mouth.
Guess what the first thing I did the next day? I went to get my blood work.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/njl0nu/how_i_f_ended_up_in_an_interracial_throuple_fmf
Girl felt you out first, then brought the boyfirend in, gave you a show, *and* was responsible enough to request std testing? This couple is a keeper.
Oh we need the second part to this for sure!