MP brought me a friend of his I liked over Christmas break like a dog brings home a dead rabbit and thinks you're going to be SO happy with them!
I'd had a crush on one of his friends (JA), I knew it was a bad idea. I'd passed him a note when I was getting gas (he worked at the gas station and it was full service). I remember him coming up to me at my locker with MP behind him and asking me about it. I was paralyzed. I tried to blow it off.
It was a few days later over break that MP asked to come over. He came in and then I saw JA was coming in behind him. I immediately started saying no. I wasn't going to do it.
He was telling me to stop and guiding me upstairs to my bedroom. I remember telling him over and over, "I'm not doing this." I felt like it was the epitome of being a slut (and not in a good way).
In his confident, controlling way he told JA to wait in my room and he took me into the bathroom. He had me pinned against the vanity and he was telling me he really wanted me to do it and he knew I wanted to do it. He didn't understand what the big deal was. I remember laughing at how dumb he was about it. That was the first time he kissed me. I remember the feeling of his hand on my neck. He was kissing me and telling me, "Come on, you're going to do this for me. I want you to." That fucking kiss weakened me. I would have done anything for him in that moment.
So, that was my first attempt at a threesome. Unfortunately, my initial reluctance sort of freaked JA out and MP wanting me to blow him while JA fucked me and to watch us fucking wasn't helping and JA couldn't keep it up.
They came back the next day to try again. MP tried to give us space but JA was still struggling (he had a small cock). In the end, I remember MP settling for blow jobs. The two of them laying side by side on my bed, me taking turns on them. If felt like such a whore and he looked so pleased with me. Beyond confusing at the time.
The next one was a friend of his who he just wanted me to blow. We did it on a blanket in my grandmother's back yard in broad daylight. Again, me taking turns on the both of them. Again, him being so pleased. I could see that he placed a lot of value on what I was willing to do for him. He never took it for granted.
The one after that was another super memorable one. He'd been away for the summer and had just gotten back into town that day. He drove by my house and I was sitting on the porch reading (I lived on Main Street). He parked around the corner, came up and told me I needed to come with him. He made his friend LP get in the back of the truck he was driving and I got up front. We drove around a while, just talking. We were driving down this rarely used curvy back road behind the nursing home where we worked and he just stopped the car suddenly, reached over and grabbed my chin and kissed me.
That kiss had me in tears (which of course I wouldn't let him see). It had all of the emotions and feeling behind it that I knew I saw coming from him that I didn't trust in or understand.
He drove us out to a field and they took turns fucking me. LP didn't want MP to watch. I let myself indulge in those emotions that day and just gave myself over to it. It literally felt like, when LP was fucking me, it was MP fucking me with another man's cock. Then MP fucked me himself and it was the first time I experienced being "reclaimed". It was truly the most memorable time I had with him.
He kissed me again after that and I asked him never to do it again. He kissed with his heart and I couldn't bear it.
He had me blow another one of his friends shortly before I moved west. He couldn't shut up though, he just kept trying to talk to me and talk to his friend about how good I was at it and finally me and his friend both got tired of it and his friend jerked off and came in my mouth. I blew MP after.
We're friends on Facebook. I'm only friends with one of the four guys. MP and I don't interact. I did reach out to him a few times after I moved west but our lives went in very different directions, I think in the end, my decision to leave it on a high note was the best outcome.
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