Sometimes a sexual encounter leaves you so breathless, so amazed, so turned on, that the simple mention of their name can make your heart skip a beat, even years later.
That’s the case with my best friend’s girlfriend.
I never knew how kinky I was – how kinky my friend was – until she opened us up.
She exuded confidence. She could strut and catch the eye of any man, or woman, she desired. The thing is, she wasn’t conventionally super attractive. But let’s be real, fuck conventions. She was the sexiest girl in the world to me.
It was always something of a joke. We would see an advertisement for a “taco threesome” deal and make jokes about all sleeping together. She always smiled the largest, with her deviously sexy lips, when we talked that way.
Slowly, the jokes turned into suggestions.
It was no longer “imagine if we…” instead it became “When we…”. The stage was set.
We were all kinda young, old enough to be fooling around, but young enough to still take trips with our families. He had been dating her for a while and their families had gotten closer. They had some idea their kids would marry each other, but neither him or her thought that far in advance. Honestly, it was all about pleasure in the moment. I loved that.