The View From My Knees

I was 23 years old when I experienced my first threesome. Time, and the tremendous amount of alcohol I’d had that night, has blurred some of the details, but I’ll do my best to recreate that incredible evening for you.

It was a Friday night, and a group of my coworkers had decided to go out after work for drinks. We walked to a tiny, little bar near the office and piled inside. We grabbed a few tables near the bar and started our tabs. As is often the case with a slick, new tech company, we were a group of young, rowdy singles who could really knock them back. The drinks were flowing freely, and after an hour or so, I doubt that any of us could have walked a straight line.

On my way up to the bar for yet another Long Island Iced Tea, I bumped into a cute guy who, although I didn’t recognize him, appeared to be a part of our group. Unusually bold due to my intoxication, I batted my eyelashes and flirted unabashedly. Somehow, I convinced him to buy me a drink, and while we waited at the bar, I asked his name. He introduced himself, and I immediately recognized him as the brother of one of my coworkers. More significantly, this made him the son of the company’s president. My sense of danger and my “this is a bad idea” detector were drowned out by the two Long Islands I’d already downed by that time, so this information didn’t faze me. We took our drinks back to the table and settled back in with the group.

As the table filled with empty glasses, the talk grew raunchier, and the men at the table began to focus more on me and the one other girl in our group. She was a cute receptionist that I didn’t know very well. One particularly devious coworker, someone who was good friends with both of us, revealed some especially titillating information to heat things up. “You two are both bisexual, right?” We looked at each other and giggled, then nodded.

He turned to me and asked, “Do you think she’s hot?” indicating the receptionist. I’m certain that my face was quite red as I looked her up and down and indicated that I, indeed, liked what I saw.

Then he turned to her. “And you think she’s cute, too, right?”

Less shy than I was, she immediately responded, “yes, definitely.”

The rest of the boys in the group were practically drooling as he went in for the kill. “You should kiss.” It was a simple request, but I hesitated. Even three incredibly strong drinks couldn’t completely cure me of my shyness when it came to another girl. But, enjoying the attention of my horny male coworkers, I eventually got up from my seat, sat next to her (or was it in her lap?), and pressed my lips against hers. For a moment, the rest of the bar disappeared. The only thing I knew was the feeling of her soft lips against mine and the way her tongue slid gently inside my mouth. I’m not sure how long the kiss lasted, but it seemed like an eternity. When it was over and I finally opened my eyes, she was staring back at me intently. We both knew that we had to have each other.

The kiss seemed to satiate the group, and for another excruciating half an hour, we stayed and socialized. Our legs were pressed together under the table, and our hands would occasionally wander up and down each other’s thighs. Finally, she whispered in my ear: “Let’s get out of here.” That was all that I needed to hear. I hurried to the bar to close my tab. She followed right behind me to do the same.

While we were waiting at the bar, we encountered the cute stranger from earlier. “That was nice of you girls to put on that sexy little show for us,” he said. The three of us flirted for a few more minutes as we waited for our tabs to be closed out. He must have been especially charming, because, as he turned away to sign his receipt, she asked me if we should invite him back with us.

“Absolutely,” I responded.

The three of us piled into her car and went back to her apartment. Once inside, she opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a drink. We walked out onto the balcony to enjoy a beautiful view of the city. Between sips of wine, we kissed. I kissed her. She kissed him. He kissed me. It was all a blur of eager tongues and wandering hands.

We made our way into the bedroom, pulling our clothes off as we went. We tumbled onto the bed, naked and ravenous. She lay on her back while he kneeled above her and put his hard cock into her mouth. I concentrated on her gorgeous body. Running my fingers through her silky, shoulder-length, blonde hair, I kissed and sucked on her neck. Next, I made my way down to her smallish breasts and sucked on each of her nipples. Then, I continued down her toned stomach to the most beautiful, immaculately shaved pussy I had ever seen. “God, your pussy is beautiful,” I told her. Then, for the first time in my life, I licked another woman’s pussy. My inexperience didn’t seem to make much of a difference, judging by her moans as I ran my tongue along her clit. Her moans grew louder as I slid my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I was pleased to see that our male companion was intently watching me work.

The next thing I remember is being on my back. She was playing with my breasts, telling me how beautiful they were. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I could no longer tell whose fingers were inside of me, whose hands were playing with my nipples, and whose mouth was pressed against my clit. It was one of the most intensely erotic feelings I’ve ever experienced, and my most vivid memory from that entire evening.

Next, she and I were sitting up on our knees kissing as he rolled a condom on to his eager cock. She lay on her back and he climbed between her legs. I lay next to her and she slid her fingers in and out of my pussy as he entered her. Her moans were muffled by my tongue in her mouth as he fucked her vigorously. It didn’t take long before the heat of the experience caught up with us and we each came, one by one.

When it was over, we gathered up our clothes, still breathless and giddy. As we drove him home, we laughed and talked about what a great time we’d had. Before he exited the car, he gave each of us a long wet kiss goodbye. She and I drove back to her place and ended our perfect night spooning in her bed, in only our bras and panties.

To this day, only one other threesome has even come close to being as perfect. Perhaps it was because the entire experience of being intimate with multiple partners was so new and exciting. Perhaps it was because the three of us were practically strangers, so every touch was for the first time, and every inch of our bodies was unexplored territory. Whatever it was that made it so wonderful, that night remains one of the best sexual experiences of my life.