MY FIRST THREESOME_(9)
I pulled my car up and parked near the creek. I saw Ryan’s car was already there, a few spots away. Surprisingly, there were no other cars here. It was a beautiful summer day and I couldn’t imagine why there weren’t kids running around on the playground or cute old couples on walks. I stepped out of my car and made my way down to the gazebo between the pond and the creek. I could see a figure pacing nervously back and forth underneath; this way getting stranger and stranger. Why did Ryan want me to come? Why did he seem so nervous when he called me? Why not just text me? Questions like this were whirling through my head as I approached the gazebo. “Hey, Ryan, what’s up?” I asked when I reached my …