MY FIRST THREESOME_(5)

I am sure that all guys and probably all girls fantasize about having a threesome. I had always thought that it only happened in the porno’s, but as a college guy I soon found out that college is not just for getting an academic education, it is also for getting a sexual education.

My fantasy, did come true. It started like any other Friday night on our small college campus, a few beers with my fraternity brothers, a quick shower, a short drive to my girlfriend’s house for a party and then out to the bars for a drunken stupor to forget about a tough week of classes, and then back to my girlfriend house for sex.

At 2 a.m. as my girlfriend, Shelly and I left the local bar, we ran into one of her housemates, Jill.

Jill was as girl who liked to have a good time and get to a certain point with a guy late at night and then simply put him off. She was a well-known campus cock-tease after a few beers and the fact that she was very smart and good looking allowed her to get away with it. As the three of us got home from the short walk to their house, I figured that Shelly and I would head right to her bedroom for what had always been a great fuck after satisfying each other with our mouths.

“Don’t head up to bed yet, stay and hang out with me for another beer, I don’t want to go to bed by myself yet,” pleaded Jill, as she headed to the kitchen for three beers.

I gave Shelly the “Forget the room mate and let’s go upstairs” look. Shelly whispered, “Just one beer. Then we will go upstairs.” She grabbed my cock through my shorts.

“Okay…we can hang out for a while, get some beers,” called out Shelly.

When Jill came back she had six beers and put them down on the coffee table and handed us one each and sat on one end of the couch and pulled out a small doobie. I was in the middle and Shelly was leaning on my opposite shoulder, rubbing my arm.

“I brought us each two to save time,” explained Jill. She lit up the doobie and took a long drag and passed the Duchy to the left hand side. We all took a toke and a few swigs off of the beers.

Shelly and I had been dating for almost two months and we were totally into each other and had done everything sexually that our young perverted minds could think of.

She was wild and up for anything that involved sex. Shelly was 5’3″, 100 pounds with 34C tits, with nipples that were always hard. She had long brunette hair that she kept in a pony-tail. Jill, on the other hand, was 5’7″, 115 pounds with long blonde hair, 34B tits and wore glasses that gave her that intellectual preppy look.
I was an average-looking guy. 5’11” 180 pounds, medium build, dark blonde hair and a thick 8″ dick. I think that was why I was so popular with the Sorority girls. After a few dates with one girls, a few of their sisters would inevitably want to satisfy their curiosity and would flirt with me in classes, at the library, and at parties. I had been given the nickname “Meat” my first year in the Fraternity after I had lost a game of one-on-one paddle ball and had to perform a “skunk run” around the house. A skunk run meant that because I didn’t make a single point in the game, I had been “skunked” and therefore had to take off all of my clothes and run around our Frat house that was right next to the Chi-Omega Sorority house. Just before I ran, one of the senior guys in the house telephoned the Chi-O house and simply told them “Skunk run!”. This set off a flurry of activity in the Sorority house. The girl who answered the phone screamed “Skunk run!” down the Sorority house hall.