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Early in high school there were a few situations that kick-started my interest in polyamory.  You see, I had this friend Kate.  We were fantastically close, to the point people often thought we were sisters.  We did look alike.  We were even born eleven days apart!  She’s the slightly older Leo, I’m the slightly younger Virgo.  I was always spending the night at her groovy hippy house.  Often Natasha would be there as well.  We tended to end up naked in the hot tub before busting out the vanilla ice cream and using Natasha as a human cone.  Not “down there,” but it was sensual none the less.  Kate had feelings for Natasha like I did.  It was something we bonded (and sometimes fought) over.  She wasn’t the only one we nearly shared.

At one point Josh’s girl Rose stayed over with us.  Things got a bit crazy and I found myself in my first threesome.  It wasn’t a true threesome, perhaps, depending on your definition, as Kate and I never really interacted with each other.  Rose was in the middle and having a great time whichever way she turned.  She had some of the most unique nipples I’d ever encountered.  They were very long, and very thin.  Somewhere in the tangle I suddenly didn’t feel right anymore.  I thought of the situation with Josh.  I didn’t really want to be with the girl that had stood between me and my friend.  She could be nice, but she could also be manipulative and selfish.  I ended up rolling over and mumbling some excuse about being too tired.

Another time Kate had a friend named Jeff that she introduced me to.  Jeff was a playboy.  He had the ego and confidence that made him both repulsive and compulsive at the same time.  As we got to know each other he started liking the idea of “sisters.”  He started encouraging us to indulge his fantasies.  Kate and I discussed it and weren’t entirely opposed.  The three of us went to see a movie, Jeff in the middle.  When it was dark he got out his penis and led our hands to it.  I was surprised, to say the least.  I loved the situation.  I loved the danger.  But something about the way he acted after the movie got to me.  I could tell he didn’t really care about either of us.  Not that I cared for him, but I had a feeling Kate did.  I didn’t like the idea of her being hurt by such an arrogant jerk.  After that I lost interest in knowing him.  He faded into the background and out of my life

From these brief encounters I learned that the idea of threesomes wasn’t a problem for me.  It was surprising because I couldn’t even manage to get too physical with one person.  Of course, at this point I hadn’t been romantically interested in any of the people involved.  I wasn’t sure how I would react in such a case.  I was willing to keep an open mind.  I was gaining confidence.  I was ready for something serious.  Perhaps I wanted it more than I was really ready.  Either way, it was coming.

Ever had a friend you didn’t mind sharing a bed with?

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