It’s the night of the threesome and I am giddy and full of nervous energy, trying to compose myself like a sensual sex goddess in full control. The combination must be truly amusing. Freshly showered and prim, I walk the apartment with damp hair, a high cut tshirt, and shorts. High cut to hide the lingerie underneath. It’s new, and Dan hasn’t even seen it yet. I went with purple, because I wanted to feel like royalty tonight: spoiled, adored, worshipped.
There’s no non-awkward way to dive into things, so we decided ahead of time to play some video games and drink a little before the event. Rick arrives on time, bearing ciders. I greet him normally, as does Dan. He’s only been in our apartment a handful of times. I pour the drinks on ice and we make our way to the living room, attempting small talk. I casually eye up Rick, who I’ve crushed on for months now. His jeans fit him perfectly, as does his raglan shirt. He’s well-toned but still human, with the slightest stomach. I smile to myself. It’s not only that he’s good looking, which he is. He has a good brain, a creative one too. He catches me looking and offers a small smile, momentarily eyeing my chest.