[FM] My ex dumped me, so I fucked a friend while my FWB slept in my bed next door..

For a while when I was 21, I rented a flat with my best friend, but for various reasons she was often away and I had the flat to myself. On one of these occasions, I decided to have a pair of friends over to get stoned, watch TV, and just have a bit of a laugh. One of these friends (A, 20) I had a little bit of a FWB relationship with… we had a habit of going out, getting drunk, making out and getting handsy on the dance floor. We’d also both been part of an oral orgy a few months previous… but that’s another story. But, I was aware he had a bit of a *thing* for me, and was likely hoping for some action tonight. The other one (M, 24) and I were fairly casual friends, we’d met online and had only seen eachother in person once or twice previous. To this point I didn’t have any romantic or sexual attraction to M, we were strictly friends – especially since most the time I’d known him I’d been with my ex (who I’d just recently split with. Bad breakup, so I was ready to…move on).

Once upon a time, I got fingered in a nightclub… 😈 [FMM]

To set the scene, it was Halloween, and past 2am at this point. My then-boyfriend [m22] and I [f19] had been clubbing since 10 and had started drinking a few hours earlier, so we were well and truly off our faces. And *very* horny – thats just the effect booze had on us. Through the night we’d both had our eyes on the crowd, looking to see if we could find someone we both fancied, someone to pass some time with together… But til this point we’d had little luck. We were in a new club now though, change of scenery and pace. ABBA was blasting through the speakers, it was busy, and everyone was drunk and merry. I narrowly dodged flying elbows of a cheering hen party on my way to the bar as a gal dropped a pile of neon shots on their table.

A short wait later, I’d gotten my drink, and we went to the dance floor. We were both overly frustrated and desperate for other interaction… So after a brief moment of drunken planning, he went for a walk around the club to see if he could find anyone worth a flirt. I’m not sure how long I was stood by the bar alone before I was approached, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.