I have had a few threesomes in my life. Some were amazing, one was awful and awkward (and ultimately ended a relationship), but this is the story of my first.
It was my birthday. We’d had a small celebration at my girlfriend Laura’s apartment. About 20 friends, good beer, good weed, lots of laughing and music. As I kept drinking, she would walk by occasionally, pull me close and whisper in my ear, “Don’t get TOO drunk … I have plans for you later.”