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The Girl and the Girlfriend and the Girl-on-Girl
Posted: January 17th, 2007
While I was in college, I was approached by a close friend of mine. She was a very cute girl with a lot of pent-up sexual energy, but you could tell that she hadn’t had much experience. Hell, she broadcast her lack of experience and wore it as a badge of pride, so I was surprised when she approached me.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. You?! Phil?! At close to 300 pounds, she may have been attracted to my gravity, but, no — that was the best part about it. She wasn’t coming to talk about me. She was interested in my girlfriend.
“I had a dream about Nadine last night.”
“Really,” I choked, “what kind of dream?”
Her face turned bright red, and though I used every ounce of Howard Stern I have stored up inside me, I couldn’t get out the details, only the general idea, and the general idea was fantastic. So, I asked the question that had popped up in my mind, pun intended.
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Um, shouldn’t I, uh, be, er, part of this?”
The girl thought about it for a good minute or two. I’m thankful that she didn’t take a step back and look me up and down, New York Catfight-style, and then decide. Instead, I could see her picturing the whole thing in her mind, which is great, because that’s my best side.
“The first time, I would just want you to watch.”
First time.
Watch.
Want.
Has a more beautiful sentence ever been constructed implicitly recognizing the presence of my penis? No.
I went to Nadine. I had no idea how to play it. We weren’t even a year together at this point, and I really felt like there was a strong future in this girl. But Nadine is smoking hot, and what’s a future when you can have a little girl-girl action in front of you in the present. What a present!
“Christine told me something funny today,” I said casually, and explained the scenario to her.
“But, where would you be?” she asked when I was done.
“Well, the first time, I guess . . .” keeping things hypothetical still “I would be watching. Later, I would, um, get involved.”
Nadine thought about it. She didn’t look offended. She didn’t slap me. She looked a little flattered, even. But what she said sent a chill down my spine. It was the answer I couldn’t get around. It was the bear trap in the sensitive man’s pants. It was horrifying and gratifying, full of potential, and dead silence.
“I guess, if it’s something you really want, I would do it.”
Cruel world. She wasn’t into it, but she was into me. I could make this happen, and it would be really awkward for her, and then I would probably lose her, or damage us, and all I would have is a great story about two chicks getting it on.
Don’t get excited. I ended up marrying Nadine. And the threesome?
What’s the name of the website again?
Submitted by Philip, Age 30, New York, NY
(31 votes, average: 4.23 out of 5)
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Damn you! What happened?? LOL
“I guess, if it’s something you really want, I would do it.”
A. She was willing to do it, for you.
B. She was way into it, but was covering her self, just to be sure.
Your story is rightfully tinged with much, much regret.
A. She was willing to do it, for you.
B. She was way into it, but was covering her self, just to be sure
You forgot the obvious answer
C. It was a trap
Good call, saving your future wife.