As told by the other F in this threesome.
I’m following her into his apartment and he shuts the door behind us. We just spent the last 3 hours getting reacquainted in person over food and drink – her, him, and I. The last 3 hours he was teasing me with his eyes across the table, trying to get a read on me. The last 3 hours she sat next to me so I could get a feel for her, make out her curves underneath her sheer clothes. She is everything I imagined her to be: witty, beautiful, and kind. I’m intimidated by how forward and graceful she is. And he is the exact same as the last time I saw him months ago: handsome, dorky, and sweet. I’ve always been kind of intimidated by how effortlessly charming he is. I feel like an observer, and I am. I’ve imagined what they were like together for so long that it feels unreal to see them actually in front of me. The synastry touches me – the whole night we are finishing each other’s sentences, and I wonder if they feel the conversation is just as stimulating as foreplay for them, too…