Anal Playtime

Alright, admittedly we’d all had way too much to drink. The food Sam made was delicious, and the company was, as always, exquisite. As was usual when the three of us got together, the night was stretching into the wee hours. A trip to the ladies’ room and a quick glance in the mirror showed me that my makeup was smudgy, and my mascara was beginning to give me raccoon eyes. Oh hell, it’s not like it mattered. These were two of my oldest, best friends, going way back to middle school together. Hell, it’s not like either of them were wearing their booze any better than I was.

There was no bedroom in Kevin’s teensy apartment. Upon realizing that I was not going to be driving home, I made myself comfortable on his futon, claiming his pillow for myself. Sam stretched his long legs out toward me from the other end of the futon. Kevin lit candles and turned down the lights. Refilled our glasses with the expensive red wine I’d brought as a special treat for my two still-living-the-party-life, who-needs-a-real-job friends. The French doors were open to the balcony and city sounds of drunken college girls out bar-hopping wafted gently up to us. The conversation had gone from great to silly. In our sleepy, drunken states we had taken up a combination of remembering the good old days, and planning our elderly years together. It always made me feel great that these two men thought we’d be together in the long run, living in a house on the beach. In this vision, Sam would bring coffee to my room every morning, and not care that I’d gotten old and gray.

I must have drifted off, because I suddenly realized that Kevin had moved and was lying on the pillows I’d tossed in the floor right next to my place on the futon. Sam had gotten his nasty bachelor feet off me, and was instead resting his head next to mine on the purloined pillow. Come to think of it, that was Sam’s arm wrapped around me. A bit strange as since we’d broken up in the eleventh grade, Sam and I had barely even flirted. They were still talking our futures, the places we’d go, the things we’d see and do.

My memory gets a bit dodgy here– the rest comes in bits and pieces. I remember Kevin making a bad joke about it being a shame Sam and I hadn’t ended up together. I don’t quite know how it happened, but it seems that Sam’s response to the bad joke was to pull me into him and kiss me. I also remember thinking that this was a bad idea. I quickly changed my mind, though when they both pulled off their pants, and mine, and I found out just how huge they both are. I never knew those two could be so acrobatic, but they gave it to me at the same time. I fell asleep with them both around me, feeling like I’d always be safe and taken care of.

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