My girlfriend, Maddie, has a lesbian friend named Uma who comes to town twice a year. I didn’t know Uma used to be into men, but it all made sense now—how she grabbed my arms, told me what big muscles I had, told me she loved the beard.
I texted Uma to ask if I could have anything in the house that she might need. When she said no, I wrote back to say I’d get our guest bed set up so she didn’t have to sleep with us.
“Aw, that’s no fun. You mean Maddie doesn’t want to have a threesome?”
“I wish,” I wrote back.
“Huh, for some reason I always pegged her as the kinky type.”
“Nah,” I responded. “And since you say pegged, I doubt she even knows what pegging is.”
One thing lead to another and soon, Uma was packing her strap on dildo. If anyone could convince Maddie to loosen up, it’d be Uma. And tequila.
When Uma arrived, she unpacked her bag in front of Maddie, “accidentally” dropping her strap on dildo on the floor.
“Oops,” she said, shooting me a look.