*I know this is a lot of build up but it’s worth it, I swear. The sexy stuff is after the — if you want to skip ahead.*
Once upon a time, I was finally about to seal the deal with a friend.
So far I’ve told you stories about how my friend Phoebe was blowing me when I accidentally came in her mouth (she did not like that – it was not Her Thing). Then I started hooking up with my friend Clara. Then I slept with my friend Chelsea.
*We had an incestuous little group.*
I had assumed that all of this was above-board. After all, apparently all three were talking about me and my dick amongst themselves, anyways. Just a few weeks before, all three of them had thought that I was gay because I hadn’t shown any interest in them. Now that they knew that I wasn’t, I thought that they were all just making up for lost time.
But one morning I woke up to a text from Clara: “B, I think we need to talk. Phoebe is mad.”
*That’s the last kind of text you want to receive, right?*