collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
[**https://imgur.com/a/XeE8vvw**](https://imgur.com/a/XeE8vvw)
I /We have about 15 or more stories like this to share if people want more vote for them, if not we understand. PS I know my spelling and grammar is less that great, but look this isn’t homework, is it? This is 1-9 much of it has been corrected and tweaked because my husband keeps telling me that not what happen next. LOL Have fun hope you like….Gave into Husbands request….. 3some…
**The Request**
Our Sophomore year was a few days away when Kate and Emma arrived at the four person suite that they were sharing with Sarah and I (Olivia). When they arrived they found that we had moved a bulk of our furniture into the living room for us to share. We had also claimed the two rooms on the right side of the suite. They looked confused at the queen bed in one room and the other with two desks. It was now they we decided to come out to them. We explained our situation to them about how we’d been dating for several months and even how we had an open relationship when I came to wanting to fool around with guys. We didn’t disclose how we’d frequently share guys nor how we were now keyholders for our downstairs neighbor Jon.
**If you love squirting, check out my new ebook on Amazon! All the info you need is in my bio! I’ll love you forever if you DM me and tell me how hard my stories make you cum!**
Nicole and I are best friends who happen to work for the same company. We travel a lot. Our most recent trip was a two week training, which was nothing unusual, except for the fact that four months earlier, I started dating Brent. And this would be our first time apart.
Nicole and I were no strangers when it came to rooming together. We first met in college, as roomies. And then we moved into some off campus housing together. When we graduated, we found ourselves living in Texas for three years. As roomies. And then, when our company wanted to relocate her, we insisted on going as a package deal.
I’m sure everyone thought we were lesbians. And believe me, we’d discussed it. We had a “if we’re not married by 40, we’ll get married” pact. Nicole and I were inseparable. If we were talking, nothing would separate us. We’d follow each other into the kitchen, the shower, the bathroom. I didn’t care if she *had to go*. I’d follow her and stand in the doorway while she went to the bathroom.
So It’s weird I didn’t know I was bi-sexual to start with because I always wanted to date guys but I always found my female friends attractive…I used to think “oh maybe everyone feels like this”
It wasn’t till I got older it was more apparent but the same theme continued…Dating guys but girls are so more attractive to me. I think it became almost like a naughty fetish…I’d be known straight to everyone. Yet behind everyone’s back I’m having wild thoughts about friends.
It developed into my guilty pleasure…I enjoyed people not knowing…it was my “usual innocent” persona having a fix of to what I thought was naughty. Going to my bedroom locking my door, pulling my tights down and searching the most mundane pictures of girls…it wouldn’t even be p0rn…I won’t lie half the time it wasn’t even a nude…it didn’t have to be.
Sooo…I knew it went to far when I once came home from being with my friend…I ran upstairs… put her pic up on my laptop… and yeah…I’d never masturbated to a person I knew before this
**Therese**
I have been conscientiously washed in the inmates’ common bathroom for Lovemaking with Arthur. The session where the student doesn´t sit. Conscientiously and delicately. Two cleaning ladies (un)dressed in pink sashes scrubbed me in warm coconut milk, making my skin tasteful for the gourmet tongue of my lover. The bath not only prepared me for Arthur but also invigorated me. I hurried to his bedroom and threw off my outfit. It smelled sweet in here. Whatever it was, it came from Larissa’s body, stretched out over our three spots. Strangely, she was wearing lingerie – yellow lace underwea. The top and stockings, but no panties.
“What did they bathe you in?” I asked.
“That´s maple syrup.” Double L tilted her head. “Come and taste.”
I was worried. “Larissa, Arthur wants us without a single thread.”
She laughed. “I wanted to see what he would do if I disobeyed, so I lied.”
Her pose was dazzlingly seductive.
*Final part of a long, fictional story* *[Part 1](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gnx0/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/) [Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gzeb/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/) [Part 3](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/111m4zn/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/)*
Over the years, there have been a few disparate instances where my girlfriend or I, or both of us, have left the bar with a person or a couple and have naively not immediately recognized their intentions toward us. We then suddenly find ourselves in the middle of (for us) surprise hook-ups. These are two of those stories.
***Part One: Mikayla***
On a cool spring night in 2013 (possibly 2014?) My girlfriend Paige and I had gone out to one of our favorite spots for drinks. Sitting outside on the patio, we began idly chatting with another patron, a cute tomboy named Mikayla. She was dressed in a big sweater, baggy cargo pants, and a beanie, as well as round wire frame glasses, with blonde hair down around her shoulders. Due to her masculine style of dress, Paige and I both assumed that she was a lesbian. Over drinks and cigarettes, the three of us had a wide-ranging discussion on politics and feminism, until suddenly we found ourselves at last call. Mikayla accepted our invitation to come over to our place to have another drink and chill for a bit.
**PART THIRTEEN**
I really had to fall back on my training as I faced Zoey on the table that was our makeshift stage.
Tuning out a crowd was something I was capable of doing, as was matching my expression to the mood of whatever dance I was doing. The blur of an audience, however, was not quite the same as being face to face with someone. There was no way to ignore the blonde girl in front of me, especially as she gazed at me with flirty eyes and a smirk of her own.
This was about to happen. I was about to kiss an eighteen year old girl.
She was still in high school. I was very much straight. “Zoey . . . ” I started to say, as she brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face without once breaking eye contact.
On a warm summer night, close to a decade ago now, my girlfriend Paige and I went to a concert with her life-long best friend Taylor.
Paige was 24 years old and around 5’8″ tall. She was a voluptuous, tattooed beauty with ear gauges and shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts were small, paired with a full, supple ass. We had been dating for around two years at this point and shared an apartment together.
Paige’s eternal best friend Taylor was 25 years old and couldn’t have been any taller than 5’5″. Her head was shaved except for bangs and a rat tail of dreadlocks, and her pale skin was adorned with several tattoos, her nose with a septum piercing. Everything about her was petite, except for her tits, which were quite large compared to the rest of her (I had seen them once before, when Taylor had casually changed tops in front of me). Our male friends were all in love with her, and any one of them would have killed to fuck her. Some of them she lead on with sadistic joy, flirting and making out, but rarely going all the way. I’ll never forget the satisfied joy twinkling in one of my buddy’s eyes when he declared to me that Taylor had actually fucked him, riding him on a couch at the end of a party. But I digress.
*Part 2/4 of a long, fictional story, read the build-up to it here: [Part 1](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/110gnx0/mff_20s_threesome_at_the_outdoor_pool_in_the/)*
When I woke up some 20 minutes before the time that I had set the alarm to I realized that the sun had already begun to set. Slowly I started gathering my swim gear while trying to calm the nervousness that was emerging inside of me. I reached for the keys of my car but then thought better of it. Two or three cars being parked on the parking lot of the pool at night might look a little suspicious. Since I still had plenty of time left, I walked to the bus stop and watched the sun disappear on the horizon while waiting for the bus. Cathy and Megan must have had the same idea. They both greeted me with a smile as I took a seat next to them. There were not a lot of people inside the bus so it was a pretty quiet ride. The three of us didn’t talk much either and I could feel the tension building up between us. Everyone was mostly looking out of the windows where the lights slowly faded as the bus made its way to the outdoor pool on the outskirts of the city.