cuz i don't want the act to be divisible by anything other than itself ... or ME
This is the story of my very first threesome, which I set up at the tender age of 19. Back in those days, the State of Florida had been kind enough to lower the drinking age to 18 and upon becoming legal all of a sudden, I immediately went out and got a job at a tittie bar. One night I managed to get a date with a stunning cocktail waitress and we decided to start our evening with drinks at the club we worked at (for some reason, bar people do that a lot) she asked if it would be OK if she invited a girlfriend of hers who was a … um .. er .. ah … provider that worked freelance around that same club because she had a crush on her, too. (Would it be OK???? I’m 19 !!!! Does Howdy Doody have a wooden ass??)
We get to the club, I have a stunning woman on each arm and as far as I can tell, I am the absolute personification of JOE COOL. I could tell from the looks we were getting that everyone else thought so too. Life is good when you’re 19 and have two girls. We’re seated at a great table, we order drinks, we’re talking and laughing and flirting and probably just about every eye in the room in on us… and I made a decision right then and there to dedicate my life to being Joe Cool. As the drinks arrive, I give the server the money and a large tip and I do it with a flourish that ONLY a 19 year old Joe Cool can do. I am on a roll here. The provider friend really digs me. The waitress friend really digs me. We’re all three talking and flirting and having a great time when my waitress date (as opposed to my provider date) gets a cigarette to her mouth.
Joe Cool reaches into his shirt pocket, lifts out a matchbook, bends the tip over, strikes the match with his thumb and does a complete one-handed light of the cigarette .. again with a flourish that only Cary Grant and Joe Cool are capable of doing ….. JUST as the club owner (who has shamelessly up until now been unsuccessfully chasing after BOTH these women) walks up to the table to see what all the fun was about.
LIFE DOES NOT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS !!!!!!
Except that Joe Cool didn’t let the match cool before he folded it up and put it back in his shirt pocket….. so just as the owner walked up and tried to put a make on the girls …. the entire matchbook caught fire and my shirt pocket went up in flames. BIG flames. So I took my drink and poured it down my shirt pocket and most of the front of my shirt and needless to say ….. Joe Cool left the building … leaving me all alone with a wet shirt, two hysterically laughing women and I suspect … about 150 witnesses wondering if this was the 10:30 floorshow they’d paid $5 a piece to see. Of course, that was the .. um .. climax of that evening, if you get my drift.
I dated the waitress for a couple months and we had fun. I saw the provider girl a few times and we had fun too – then later became good friends. But the three of us never got together and it was many years before Joe Cool showed his face around me again.
Anyone have any similar first time plans that went awry?
as were all the rest. EOM. BOB
First when I was 22 back in the 70's prior to condoms (gasp!)that was a blast. Everyone was into everyone. Still trying to recreate that one. Then had one a few months ago with two stunning women who really weren't into each other and did this business of switching condoms all the time. The last one my Ex ATF set up and I actually had more fun with the other girl. She squirts and although I got my cup from my ATF I spent most of the time with the other girl (please don't yell at me Megapig, LOL) the last one was these girls I picked up in Dallas, nothing to write home about.
I did do a foursome once a couple of years ago. I went with a provider to a swingers club. Had a great and actually got a hand job from a stunning civilian on the dance floor and then fingered her to climax through a hole in her pants which she got when I picked her up ( you had to be there) Anyway we were supposed to join them later for some party with some other couples but in the meantime my "date" had picked up this gorgeous asian lady who was hot after my date. Somehow we ended up in their car, not going to the party but going to the asian ladies home. She sat on my lap in the back of the car while her date drove and we had our way with her in the back of the car. The festivities contimued then continued until noon the next day. I really should have taken a nap the afternoon before LOL. you rarely get this lucky and the civilian was just stunning at least in my book. This may sound like something out of penthouse forum but please remember I paid my date to make this happen. The civilian was all me but the rest of the night, my date has to take credit for. I am not sure if the second part just wasn't a setup but who cares, I had a great time.
cuz i don't want the act to be divisible by anything other than itself ... or ME
with my friend Nicole...go to the reviews and type in Philadelphia, area code 610...now that is a story to drool over.
Shaye
This wasn't the first time I had tried to arrange a 3-some, but this was, at that point, the closest I had ever gotten to getting the 3-some.
I was a freshman in college and we had roadtripped out to ASU (btw, the hottest college girls in the world). We were staying in campus housing with a girl one of my friends knew from high school. We were at some other party and I started catching the vibe from two of her roommates. I was kissing the one whenever I went to the kitchen and the other whenever I was on the balcony. I thought for sure I was going to get caught, but the what the fizzle? So we started playing "I never" ( a great freshman beer drinking game) and the girls end up sitting on either side of me and for some reason neither minded that they both had their hands on my legs and I was kissing both. Everybody there knew tonight was my night.
So a bunch of us jump in a car to go back to the girl's apartment. I'm in the front seat and the two girls are sitting on my lap kissing me. I reach behind the one girl and close the door, at which point she drunkenly says, "Sweetie, can you open the door?"
"Sure. Why?"
"My hand."
I had slammed the door shut on her hand. It was disgusting. If she hadn't been drunk, I'm sure she would've kicked out the windsheild in pain. So we took her to the emergency rooms for x-rays and such. Kind of a buzzkill.
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