Ashley (the one who sucked my dick while her bf was down stairs) and Sarah (the one I was going to have a threesome with until my boy woke up) didn’t know each other before me—I introduced them. Ashley was someone I’d been seeing for a while, and Sarah had her own story with me as well. Over time, they got to know each other, and before long, we all became part of the same friend group. It wasn’t long after that the three of us started pushing boundaries in ways most friend groups never would. The story of how our first threesome happened is a wild one, but I’ll save that for another day.

By the time this particular night rolled around, Ashley, Sarah, and I had our dynamic down. It was playful, a little chaotic, and almost always fun. We were all hanging out at a condo with a couple of other friends, just relaxing, drinking, and sharing stories. The condo wasn’t anything huge—just a cozy four-story building in a quiet suburban town. The kind of place where everyone knew each other and the elevator rarely got used unless it was for quick trips.

The night started off normal enough. We laughed, talked, and kept the vibe light. But as the hours wore on, things took a turn. Ashley and Sarah started bickering—at first over small things, but eventually, the conversation turned to me. Old emotions and unresolved feelings bubbled to the surface, and before I knew it, they were arguing about who had more of a “claim” over me. It got intense, and I could tell my other friends were picking up on the tension.

Eventually, Ashley and Sarah decided to take things into another room to talk it out. After a long conversation, they came back with a “girl power” pact: for the sake of the friend group, they would both leave me alone. No more threesomes, no more one-on-one hookups—just friendship. I nodded along, pretending to believe it would stick, but deep down, I knew better.

About half an hour later, Ashley and I decided to head to the store to grab some snacks. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—just a casual excuse to step out and clear our heads. But the second we stepped into the elevator, I could feel the tension shift. Ashley leaned back against the wall, biting her lip, and looked at me with that mischievous grin I’d seen too many times to count. “I need it,” she said, her voice low. “Right now.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Seriously? We’re in an elevator.”

She didn’t even respond. She turned around, bent over slightly, and before I could say a word, she pulled her pants down. “I can’t wait,” she said, looking over her shoulder. I couldn’t help but laugh—Ashley had always been bold, but this was next level.

Before anything could really happen, the elevator dinged, and the door slid open. There, standing on the other side, was Sarah. For a moment, the three of us froze, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Ashley scrambled to pull her pants back up, her face a mix of embarrassment and defiance. Sarah just stood there, wide-eyed, before letting out a sharp laugh and shaking her head. “Unbelievable,” she muttered before walking away.

The rest of the night could’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. A few days later, we all went on a planned cottage trip with the rest of the friend group. The tension from the elevator incident seemed to fade as the weekend vibe took over. Between the lake, the drinks, and the late-night conversations, everything started to feel normal again—or at least as normal as things ever got with us.

By the second night at the cottage, the three of us were alone in one of the bedrooms. Whatever pact Ashley and Sarah had made clearly didn’t matter anymore. We fell back into the rhythm we always had, and the weekend ended on a high note. It was the perfect cap to a weekend that could’ve gone south but instead reminded us why our dynamic worked—chaotic, messy, but always a great time.