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| 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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