How I Met My Boyfriend And Almost Had A Threesome The Same Night


On the last weekend in February, my big and I decided to brave the snow storm and go out together. We didn’t have a plan in mind so we decided to hop from party to party to see and do everything. Our last stop was a place affectionately nicknamed the “Trap House,” which should have been my first sign of the weirdness that was about to happen. We met up with her friend, who we’ll call Brad, who was going there as well. The three of us walked to the Trap House. Little did I know I was about to have one of the strangest, most memorable nights of my life.

Coming into the house, the first thing that hit me was the overwhelming smell of weed. I’m pretty sure I got a contact high just from walking in the place. Even so, I sat down on a sketchy couch next to my big and Brad. Shots were handed out, and soon Brad and I were talking. The chemistry between us was palpable. People came and left the party, but Brad and I never moved. At one point, he began kissing me, and then he brought me to a bedroom.

Inside this bedroom was a friend of his, I didn’t know his name, and he told me that he had seen us kissing. He asked me how it was, and I told him that I didn’t kiss Brad enough to make a decision yet. He told me to kiss Brad again, and I obliged. We moved to the bed, and I thought that the random friend had left.

I couldn’t be more wrong.

Brad and I started making out again, and sure enough, clothes came off and things started to get more heated. Oblivious to anything except for him, I kept going. All of the sudden I felt someone tickling my feet.


I didn’t stop what I was doing but I took a mental inventory in my head. Brad’s hands were on my back, so who was there tickling my feet?! It was his friend! HE HAD NEVER LEFT THE ROOM. He stayed in there, watching Brad and I the entire time. Periodically he would slap my ass, but I just ignored it and kept going until Brad and I were finished. I was too drunk to care.

Once Brad and I were done, his friend climbed on the bed, hoisted himself over me and said, “If you ever want to have a threesome…” and winked at me before leaving the room.

I don’t even know what to call this situation. A threesome? The friend didn’t actively participate that much. Either way, it was an interesting experience, and it all worked out for the best. Brad and I exchanged numbers, he invited me to dinner the next day, and we’ve been together ever since.

When people ask me how Brad and I met, I never know what to tell them. The story is pretty crazy, but it’s not really something you can tell at the dinner table. I guess I’ll just say that we met at a party, rather than saying we had an almost threesome.

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