My First Time

just one of my many firsts - enjoy!

In this lifetime, we have many, many firsts. Our first steps, our first words, our first kiss, our first time having sex. And the list doesnt end when you reach adulthood. You have your first car, your first house, your first marriage...lol. Well today Id like to discuss a different kind of first: my first threeway-bootycall.

Now we've all had bootycalls - at least if you're sexually active (or have been) and you're over the age of 18 - I think its safe to say that someone at some time called with the intent on getting some hot lovin'. Ive had my share of them too. For the past ten years, I haven't really taken them, as I don't like they way those situations usually go. At the beginning of the BC relationship, things start out ok enough, I guess. The new man is looking to please and be pleased and that's a good thing. But as time passes, in my experience, those desires to please become weaker and weaker, and the man usually only does enough to get you to get him off. And that just doesn't work for me. I mean, I can have a better time by myself!

As you know, The Fast And The Furious as been treating me like a booty call - calling me at strange hours of the night, asking me to come over right then, and getting mad and hanging up when I don't (there are other reasons I don't like the last minute come over calls, but Ill address in a future post where Ill compare and contrast the pros and cons of male swingers vs regular guys - keep reading, it'll be a hoot!). Well earlier this week, FAF stepped up his Bootycall game!

One a.m. on Monday night/Tuesday morning, I get a text message from FAF saying that he and a fellow coworker, lets call him Opie, were hanging out and talking, and wondering how I was doing since Id been fired. I was awake and bored, so I called them back. The conversation started off innocently enough with FAF making small talk. Then Opie took the phone and got straight to the point:

"What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing. Reading, getting ready for bed."

"Bed? What?! You should come over!"

"I'm too tired to drive."

"Well, catch a cab, we'll pay for it! You know I think you're hot, and Id love to fuck you. Don't you like white guys? I'm not small, I'm hung!"

At some point, I told him to give the phone back to FAF, but Opie kept talking in the background loudly enough for me to hear him. I don't remember every single comment but his basic sentiments were thus:

I want to fuck the shit out of you
I want to lick your pussy until you scream
Come over and get this now
Now while Opie is shouting this in the background, FAF is saying,

"You can hear Opie, and of course you know how I feel, so why don't you come over??"

LMAOOOOO

Throughout the call I was alternately laughing and saying no. I finally got off the phone, saying that I don't do the immediate come-overs, and if FAF was interested in hooking up later on in the week, he should call and we could schedule something (which he did, details later).

I have never been so absolutely, freakin amused in my entire life! I found that entire conversation hilarious! WHAT makes drunk guys think that drunk dialing actually works? WHY did these fools think that I would just uproot myself at that late hour to go and be alone with two drunken idiots?? From experience FAF knows I'm not a call-and-come-over kinda gal, so why waste everyone's time? I don't know, don't really care, but it makes a great blog post, doesn't it?!

I hate to say this, but I'm actually toying with the idea of hooking up with Opie.

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Solo though. Ive never done the 2 man 1 woman thing outside of a party situation, and I definitely wouldn't do it with men I didn't trust (and if these guys were true swingers, they woulda had this shit planned earlier, but check future post for those details, lol). Plus FAF is becoming more and more boring, if such a thing is possible, so including him would be a total buzz kill. Although, Id let him watch!
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