Catherine’s First Threesome, part 1
It had been an interesting evening so far. It was Friday night and my boyfriend, Devon, and I had been out clubbing. We’d hit a few bars and met up with Scott, a good friend of Devon’s. We’d just come back to the house and were relaxing over a few drinks and listening to some music. I was feeling good, not quite drunk but very, very buzzed. I felt warm and relaxed, definitely more than comfortable. Scott was sitting beside me on the couch, closer than was actually necessary; our legs were touching and his right arm was thrown across the top of the couch behind my back, almost as if he’d drape it across my shoulders. The fingers of his right hand brushed lightly against my shoulder. I’d first gotten to know Scott when …