Years ago, I did something I still think about.

I was dating this guy, probably the only guy who actually loved me. Let’s call him F. We met through my bf before that, let’s call him S. They were best friends. S wouldn’t bring me over to his place and I couldn’t have visitors either. So we would go to F’s house. Smoke, drink, play video games. Eventually, I would start texting F when things went south with S. “Hey can I come over? We got into a fight.” We would talk. F was easy to talk to. Took care of me emotionally. Eventually that led to us dating.

Eventually that turned into door slamming, tears, arguments. So we broke up. Admittedly, I had already been sleeping around with his friends. Pretty sure he knew, but we always went back to each other. I was always the type to just need a lot dick. I think he knew that. He knew that at night I would be in his arms, so he let me. The fights were always about other stuff. We both loved each other but it was toxic.

We broke up and I was a mess. But I kept some of my routines, like my favorite bar on Saturday nights. He came one night after we broke up to try and win me back I’m assuming.

But I was hurt. I was drunk. And I was horny.

S also showed up. I guess to support his bestie. We were actually all still friends until I broke up with F. And I had slept with S while with F.

Starting talking to this guy and his friend. I was into the guy but his friend was super into me. I ended up kissing both at the bar in front of both my exes. I saw the rage in F’s face and the tear down his face.

I grabbed their dicks and whispered to them, “let’s get outta here.”

We go back to one of their apartments. And I had my first threesome.

It was so sloppy because we were all buzzed. I wish I would’ve been more sober to enjoy it more. Choking on one dick in front of me while get railed from behind. My stockings ripped. Juices flowing down my leg. I assume he used a condom, but honestly I don’t know. I was so creamy, he probably came in me. I loved it. I wanted more. But then, face covered in cum, I saw I was almost late for work. I rushed out and had to get a cab home.

Stockings ripped and cum barely off my face, I went and got into the cab. Got home to change into work clothes. No shower. Smelling of sex, went to work.

When I got there, I had a “Something About Mary” moment with cum still stuck in my hair.

I still get the occasional text from F saying he misses me.