I dated various guys, many of which I met though this group who had accepted me. The guy I lost my virginity to was the one who introduced me to K. She was so much like me, he hated how much we got along, because she was his ex. The first time I really met K, she came over to my boyfriend's house. I was waiting for him to get out of the shower, she let herself in, and introduced herself, then proceeded to say "Hey, do you think he has any porn in his room? Lets find it, and see how he reacts when he sees us watching it in his room!" I had never watched porn, I remember finding a Penthouse stashed away in the back of a cupboard in the wet bar we had in the basement when I was a kid, and I couldn't explain how it made me feel then, but I became very aware of it that afternoon. I was a little uncomfortable, I was a virgin and I didn't know this girl, but K made it so easy to relax around her. It became this thing we would do, watch porn, critique it, and laugh at all the unrealistic things we saw. She became my best friend, even when I moved on to different guys, she was still there in my life.
She was the first girl I kissed, at a party at her house. The guys were getting rowdy, I don't remember how it came up about, them talking about how exciting it was to see two girls kissing, but it did, and she ran with it. She teased them about it, got them all worked up, then just grabbed me and kissed me. The guys went wild. I was shocked, but hey, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the reaction, just as I had enjoyed how K and I had made that boyfriend of mine uncomfortable when he found us watching porn in his room together that first day her and I met. Something about getting a rise out of guys, being desired but unattainable. Them watching, not being able to participate. It was powerful, and I loved it. We would do it often at parties, it became a regular thing. I was comfortable with her, she was my best friend, and we thoroughly enjoyed the reactions we would get. One day, after K and I had gone shopping for some new underwear, we had a little fashion show at her place, showing each other what we had purchased. We played "I'm to sexy" as we walked down the hallway, did our little look and turn in the living room, giggling the whole time. Something happened that day, I don't really recall how it started, but we started talking about how fun it was to make out around the guys, getting that rise out of them, driving them crazy seeing what they wanted but couldn't have. From this conversation, she looked at me, excited but in almost a whisper, "We should totally have a threesome!" Not what I was expecting, but her excitement was contagious. "But who?" I asked, as neither one of us was dating anyone at the time. She responded with an "I don't know, any suggestions?" I suggested N, who at this point had become my on-again-off-again boyfriend, who during our 'off' periods we still remained friends (he is a whole other story as well). We were in one of our 'off' periods, but N seemed like the best option for this plan of ours. Giggling, we called him up, put him on speakerphone and tried to act all normal while giggling the whole time. He was so confused, and it was funny. We asked him if there was a day he would have the house to himself...
N: "Thursday, why?"
Me: "Sounds good, we're coming over"
K: "We're going to have a threesome!"
N, in disbelief: "WHAT?! Don't fuck with me!"
K & I: "We're serious!"
That first time was awkward for me. Largely because I still had feelings for N, and I hated seeing him with someone else, but it was good for me. She had so much fun, as did he, we decided we needed to do it again. And we did, a few times. Until she started dating someone, and I started dating N again, not that it lasted long. A long time passed before it came up again, until one night I got a call from her, her fiancé and her wanted me to come over 'to play'. Well that was a fun night: it was one thing for her and I to have a threesome where our main focus was on pleasing and teasing N, this was different, because I was the focus of all the attention. Years later she came to admit to me that she was bisexual, that a lot of what we had done made her realize this. I came to a similar realization, just took me a little longer.
But the story continues, good and bad...