March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Scott Holstad
Threesome

My first college girlfriend
was a nice Catholic girl
who shared my enthusiasm
for David Bowie.  Her
best friend was still
in school at Knoxville’s
Catholic High.  When
we three soon met for
drinks, the talk quickly
turned to sex.  Jane’s
friend leaned across
the table and asked,
“Have you ever been
in a threesome?”
None of us had.
30 minutes later
we were all in bed
together in a cheap
motel room.  Jane
and I lasted two
tumultuous years.
After we broke
up, I didn’t see
her friend again –
until last month,
in a crowded bookstore
with her husband
and kids.  I thought
of her full breasts
and dark tangled thatch
oh those 20 years ago
and snickered to myself
as I made my way
over to say hello.
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