A young man’s first time is also his first threesome.
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I was 20 years old and a junior in college. I played on the football and wrestling teams but my real love was the drama club. I’d already been in a couple of plays and I was pretty good, too; at least, that’s what my friends told me. But the real reason I gravitated toward drama was the girls in the club. They were pretty, flirty, and (so I’d heard) horny. Maybe it was a manifestation of their artistic orientation; their expressive, emotive tendencies. Or maybe they were just flirty and horny.
I didn’t have much experience with girls and desperately wanted some. The little dating I’d done in high school hadn’t gone very far sexually so at 20 I was still a virgin. And while I really really wanted to change that, I was also afraid of being awkward with more experienced college women, so I was too shy to ask anyone out. Pretty pathetic.
It happened during a cast party following our last performance of “West Side Story.” Susan Martin gave me a ride to the party, which was a real coup for me: ‘Suze’ was 21, a senior, a cheerleader, and a total babe. I’d been lusting after her since the first play rehearsal.
She had long blonde hair, a beautiful face with deep blue eyes, and a California tan covering a knockout body. She almost always wore tight short-shorts that showed off her long, toned legs, and hugged her perfect behind like a second skin. It took me twice as long as it should have to learn my part in the play because at least half of my attention was always on Suze.
She had always been nice to me, but never seemed to show much real interest. Which wasn’t surprising: smarter, better looking guys were always hanging around her and it was obvious to me that she could have had any man she wanted. I thought of myself as reasonably good looking, and I was taller and more muscular than most guys guys I knew. But I was just a second-string wide receiver on the football team; her most recent boyfriend was the starting quarterback. So when she asked me if I wanted a ride to the cast party, and I realized on the way to her car that it was just me and her, I was floored.
“Oh my God, Matt, can you believe it’s over?” she said as we walked through the parking lot. “We were great tonight! I wish we could just keep doing this play for months, like they do on Broadway.”
I walked a bit behind Suze on the pretense of following her to her car. It was a very warm night, and she was dressed accordingly: I watched her rear end as it moved like a living thing under her trademark thin white short-shorts, which positively glowed under the lights. Just above her butt, I thought I could just make out a distinctive triangle that announced the presence of thong underwear.
Just watching her, I felt myself starting to get hard. I picked up my stride a bit to catch up with her, then sneaked sideways peeks at her large breasts, which bounced a bit under a tight peach crop top as she walked. I couldn’t tell whether she was wearing a bra or not. I hoped I’d find out before the night was out.
“You were outstanding tonight,” I said. Which was true. With her looks and her excellent singing voice, Suze was the perfect ‘Maria.’ “I, on the other hand, totally messed up my part in the gang fight scene. I don’t understand how I could get it right five times in a row then blow it on the last night.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Suze said as we reached her parents’ SUV. “It was the kind of mistake that nobody in the audience could have possibly noticed.” She opened up the car and slid behind the wheel.
I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door, and Suze pulled out into traffic. “Well, Kerry,” she said, “how’d you like the play?” Surprised, I looked at Suze, then turned to look behind me.
“Great!” said the girl in the back seat. She grinned at me. She appeared to be 17 or 18 years old, and looked like a younger version of Susan Martin. With a sinking feeling I scaled down my expectations for the evening.
“Matt Peters, meet my little sister Kerry,” said Suze. “Kerry, this is Matt.”
“Hi, Matt” said Kerry.
“Kerry’s 18 and a senior in high school. She wanted to see the play and I invited her to the wrap party, too,” Suze said.
“Ah,” I said.
“You screwed up in the gang fight, right Matt? I could tell because you sort of stopped and rolled your eyes, and you weren’t moving the way the other guys were.”
“Kerry!” said Suze.
“Shit!” I said. “I KNEW everybody would notice.”
“I don’t think so,” said Kerry. “I only noticed ’cause I was watching you, because Suze said she likes you.”
“Dammit, Kerry!” said Suze.
She likes me? I felt a warm glow start in my chest. It worked its way up to my face, and down towards my nether regions. I looked at Suze, who was staring straight ahead at the road.
“God, I am so embarrassed,” she muttered. But there was a small grin on her face.
“Don’t be,” I told her. I decided to take a major chance. “I was seriously in lust with you when I first saw you, and that feeling has only grown since I’ve had the chance to get to know you. I haven’t done anything about it, though, because I know you have a boyfriend and because, well… I’m nobody.”
She glanced at me, and grinned again as her eyes moved from my face, down over my body, and back up to meet my gaze. “You are DEFINITELY not a nobody,” she said as she returned her attention to the road. “And my boyfriend and I are through. I told him that I like somebody else.”
I thought I might explode from the way she had looked me over. It was a serious turn on and I was pretty sure that it was also an invitation of sorts. I had no experience to tell me what to do next, but I couldn’t just sit there. I inched my left hand towards her, not sure if I should let it rest on her hand or on her leg. Her hand was the safe bet but I decided to go for broke. My hand moved across the center console and ever so casually came to rest on her bare thigh. I sneaked a sideways glance. She was still grinning, which I figured was good news for me. I was certain of it when she placed her free hand over mine.
“Are we there yet?” Kerry asked from the back seat. Jesus! I’d totally forgotten about her.
“Almost,” said Suze. I felt her hand move mine down her smooth bare leg almost to the knee, and then back up again all the way to the top of her thigh. My hand was now resting on the material of her shorts, and when I glanced sideways again I realized that the tips of my fingers were maybe an inch away from her pussy. My hard-on pushed painfully against my jeans but I didn’t dare try to adjust it for fear of Suze noticing. I felt her move my hand another half inch towards her crotch. I realized that I wasn’t breathing.
“Well, how much longer is it gonna take?” whined Kerry.
“Almost there,” said Suze as she moved my hand onto her mound. We each let out a little involuntary moan.
“What?” said Kerry from the back. I had no idea whether she could see where my hand was, and frankly by that point I couldn’t care less; this was the furthest I’d ever been with a girl. Suze’s shorts were so thin that I could feel the softness and heat of her flesh beneath the material. My index finger was nestled in the depression between her outer lips. I pressed the tips of my fingers down harder against her and moved them up and down over her mound. Her hand pressed mine down even harder and she let out another little moan.
“What?” Kerry said again. “You’re mumbling, Suze. Are we there?”
Suze laughed. “Oh, we are SO there.”