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Well… where to start? This story is a bit complicated. Or so I think, at least, before I start telling it. Not because it has many parts, but because the parts it does have move in strange ways. There are four characters, and we don’t need to know any more.
There are two boys: me and my best friend. There are two girls: Z and B.
My best friend and I met in our early 20s. We were an odd duo. I was always the extrovert, he was the introvert. But still, he had an amazing sex life, and I only say that because… well, because I didn’t. I made friends very easily. I made friends very easily, everywhere, always, but that never led to me being able to have sex with anyone. On the other hand, my best friend, who never made friends if it wasn’t through me, always ended up fucking someone.
I didn’t have sex until I was 23, with Z, who was my first girlfriend. B is another girl we knew. She was Z’s friend.
Z was blonde, short, with amazing tits. She was shy, introverted but, as I would find out soon, pretty slutty. Kind of a dream, to be honest. I fell in love with her taste in books, she was very smart. Aso, she loved to talk about sleeping around, sucking guys and eating girls off at parties. I came to know all of that while we were dating. It turned me on so much hearing her tell those stories. It came to a point where I started thinking that maybe I wanted to see her with other guys, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Well, the other girl, B. She lived a couple blocks from me. She was also pretty introvert, maybe more than Z. She was, in some sense, the complete opposite of Z, who was (beyond her sexual escapades) a well behaved A+ girl. B had been a chaotic teen, even if by the time I met her she was a lot chiller. She was a brunette, petite with small but killer features.
B has a whole story to her that I will not write here in full. Let’s jus say that I used to walk her home while she lived near me. Knowing that my best friend found it hard to make friends, and my girlfriend too, I thought it was a great idea to get we all together and doing stuff as a group.
I kind of regret that now
My best friend got on really well with both girls. He bonded with Z over books and dumb movies, and with B over, I don’t know, their sense of humor, I suppose. They just got along, even if they were opposites. B had done all kinds of drugs as a teen, even if she just smoked weed and tobacco by then, and was a metalhead who loved beer. My best friend was clean of everything and always had been. Never drank alcohol, never did any drug nor tobacco nor anything.
We started doing chill plans, going to the park or to someone’s house. One time we went to the movies and my best friend sat by B. Then there was my girlfriend besides her, and me. The boys in the ends, the girls in the middle.
During the movie I started hearing whispering and giggles. I thought it was just some joke. After the movie I asked my friend wat did he think of it, expecting the over-analytical film bro explanation that was typical of him. He just went “I got distracted at the beginning of the second act”, to which the girls giggled again. During this, I realized B and my best friend were kind of walking closely. I exchanged a complicit look with my girlfriend and we decided to split, saying that we were all too tired to do anything. Obviously, B went home with my best friend, that much was expected. Later my girlfriend told me that my friend and B had started kissing during the movie, and that at one point B had given him either a hand job or a blowjob.
That shook me a little, just seeing how he got another girl. I said to myself that I shouldn’t be jealous, that I had a very hot girlfriend, but it wasn’t that. It was the ease with which he got casual sex, while I had struggled just to get laid once. I think that was the reason why I ended up oversharing that night with my girlfriend Z. Something about that experience forced me to overwrite it with something else, so I told her about my fantasies. I told her that I wanted her to fuck other guys. She laughed and said she fully expected me to say that at any moment. None of us was a jealous person over the other, we were just like that. Well, maybe me a little, just enough to make me horny just thinking of her with other guys.
Not much more happened for the next two or three months. My best friend kept fucking B occasionally, but they remained just friends. Z started flirting with guys and getting a lot of them laid with her. Even though I had heard a lot about it, it really surprised me to see her slutty side come up like that.
Summer came and with it came Christmas and New Year’s Day. In the first days of January, while laying in the floor under the ceiling fan with Z, she prompted
—I may be into [my best friend]
—What do you mean?— I asked, knowing very well where this was going.
—Well, I know I have never been with someone you know. But I know you’re not jealous over me, right? So I could be with him, I really want to. B has told me he fucks really well
—I’m not surprised
—I don’t mean better than you
—Yeah, of course you mean that. I’m not offended, I am sure he does, he really must be a good fucker to get laid as much as he does
—Well… I kind of want to try it
My heart was racing, along with my head. This was a lot. That night we went over a plan, decided how should we go about it. We came to the conclusion that each of us should, at our own time and independently, tell him that Z wanted to fuck him. Just this conversation led me to fuck her harder than ever that night. It was glorious.
Later that week I got together with my best friend and told him about it. I told him it was totally fine with me, that he needed not my permission, and that they could do whatever they wanted. I told him not to look at it as me “lending” him my girlfriend, but as their own, separate thing. Me and her and him and her were different issues.
two weeks later and they went out on a date. She got a very short dress, one that I had seen her on just once or twice, with a great cleavage. They went out to dinner and then to her place. I got updates of everything via text, but it stopped when they got home. I met with them both the following day, and she was wearing one of his shirts. It was, again, just too much. I want to my room a couple times to scream into a pillow, even jacked off while they were still at my place. She stayed overnight and I came so, so quickly that night just hearing her tell me the full story of how good of a fucker he was.
It all comes to this: one night we all were at my place, B, Z and my best friend, when suddenly both girls started talking about sex. And as both of them had common experiences with him, they started talking about the stuff they did do. I was dumbfounded. I heard B say that she used him to test her deepthroating skills, as his dick was “quite longer that other dicks I had”. Z then said that she didn’t deepthroat, wasn’t even that good of a cocksucker. B then went “I would teach you if this one —she said while looking at me— would leave us alone”. She was dead serious for a second, and then they laughed.
I was really nervous and awkward, I wanted to throw up. I decided I needed some air and stepped outside for a moment, while they kept chatting. Then I decided I needed to go to the shop downstairs and grab some chips. I stepped into the corridor and down three flights of stairs instead of using the elevator, hoping that that would clear my mind. I stood a solid minute outside just breathing. I grabbed some chips from the store and went up again.
They weren’t sitting at the table where I left them. Instead, there was some clothing on the floor, including two bras, and I heard them laughing from the bedroom.
I couldn’t sleep a wink all night. I would smoke weed, drink beer, watch TV, listen to music, and occasionally jerk off. I got so drunk I fell asleep.
My girlfriend woke me up with the widest grin I ever saw on her face. She was just wearing a T shirt. She asked me if I wanted to smuggle in bed (a codename for potentially fucking) but I told her I preferred not to.
It’s been a month since then, and I was led to believe they repeated the threesome at least once. Suddenly I was a lot more jealous of him, I started growing colder with my girlfriend. I feel powerless, I can’t get hard if it’s not hearing her stories, including the fateful threesome. It huts me to my souls, but nothing has ever gotten me hornier. I don’t want to broke up with her, but my relationship will never be the same.
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