This is about two friends that I’m only tangentially involved with. In this chapter anyway ;)
My friend is a bisexual woman in her late 20s, mixed race and slim with long flowing hair and the naughtiest laugh – let’s call her Lily. She had a threesome a few years ago with another friend, a bisexual white woman in her late 20s who’s incredibly toned and has a few piercings and subtly coloured hair; a cute pastel pink when this all took place – let’s call her Kate. I’d also like to say that they are both ‘amateur models’ in the sense that, like most of our friends, they’re the girls that will be asked to do a photoshoot for friends-of-friends’ startup ideas or be extras in acquaintance’s short films. They’re fucking hot, by anyone’s standards.
The man they had the threesome with isn’t important here because he wasn’t important at the time, though worth noting he’s in a band that have had a couple of top 20 hits. But he was a prop; they used him as an excuse to get to each other, and it sounds like he got more of a show than a fully participatory fuckfest. (I can think of worse places to be front row.) I’ve always felt the tension between them when we’re out together; seen the lingering hands on thighs, lips on cheeks, eye contact sucking the lemon after too many shots of tequila.