***My junior year in college was a wild one all the way around, but one episode particularly stands out in my memory - my first threesome.***
I had been dating Doug, a big, blonde, football player, for about a month. Though he wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, he was handsome and popular, and fun in bed.
One evening, close to the end of term, I swung by his apartment to see if he wanted to go and grab something to eat. I was surprised when Doug's roommate, Warren, answered the door. He was hardly ever home.
Like Doug, Warren was tall, blonde and good looking, but where Doug was stocky, with a lineman's shoulders, Warren was slimmer. The differences didn't stop with their build.
Doug was a stereotypical jock: nice, not too bright, studying to be a gym teacher. He wore jeans and T-shirts every day, and appreciated greasy cheeseburgers and beer.
Warren, on the other hand, was studying to be a lawyer, and his tastes reflected it. He was always smooth and well-dressed. Tonight was no exception. When he answered the door he was barefoot in charcoal slacks and a silk shirt of a lighter gray.
Not for the first time I wondered how two such different individuals could be roommates and best friends.
"Is Doug here?" I asked.
"Yeah," answered Warren. "But he's sleeping."
"Ahh, crap. I wanted to know if he wanted to grab something to eat."
"Why don't you come in and we'll see if we can wake him up." Warren said. "Then we can all go grab something."
"Sounds good," I replied. The three of us went out together frequently, otherwise I would probably have never gotten to know Warren. He was perpetually busy with school.
I walked into to Doug's room and shook him by the shoulder. Warren stood watching from the doorway.
"Doug, Doug, wake up!" I said, eliciting nothing but a loud snore.
"No use, he's out."
"Yeah." I knew from experience that Doug was a sound sleeper.
"He was up late studying for finals."
"Ahh, okay, well, tell him I stopped by would 'ya?"
"Awww...don't run off," Warren said. "I have some munchies around here somewhere, and some red wine. We can just hang out until Doug wakes up, then go to dinner."
"Alright." After all, I wasn't starving, and I didn't really have anywhere else to be on a Thursday night, except in my room studying.
"Have a seat," Warren said, "and I'll get the wine.
I heard him in the kitchen as I walked back down the hall and took a seat on their gray sofa, slipping off my shoes. Warren soon returned with two glasses of wine and a plate of cheese and crackers.
"Here you go," he said, handing me a glass of wine, and setting the plate down on the coffee table.
"Thanks," I said, feeling a little awkward.
It occured to me that this was the first time Warren and I had ever been alone together, although we weren't really alone with Doug asleep in bed not more than ten feet away.
"This is awkward," Warren said, as if he had read my mind.
"I was just thinking that," I blurted. "I mean, for all the time we've spent together, I really don't know that much about you, Ren."
"Well, at least you know enough to call me by my nickname. I hate my real name."
"Actually, I really like your name. I 've always been a huge Warren Zevon fan."
He laughed, practically choking on his wine.
"Never heard THAT line before."
"It's not a line, I think your name is sexy."
I had to admit to myself that his name was not the only thing I was finding sexy about him at the moment. Laughter softened his usually serious mien, making him even more appealing than usual. I scooted closer to him on the couch, and to my surprise he didn't move away.
"I don't really know that much about you either, Jen," he said. "Heh, how 'bout that, our names rhyme, Ren and Jen."
"Sounds like a bad buddy comedy," I quipped.
"Well, buddies should know more about each other," he said, then proceeded to ask me about my classes, and my roommate, and before I knew it we were sharing confidences as though we really were old buddies. An hour and a bottle of wine later I felt as though I had known Warren forever.
"Should I open another bottle of wine," he asked, when the first was empty.
"Nah, I should try waking Doug up again."
"Oh, don't do that just yet," he said, moving closer to me. "Not before I've had a chance to do something I've been wanting to do for a long time."
"What's that," I said, like an idiot.
"This," he said, as he leaned in to brush his lips across mine.
I remember thinking, 'It must be the wine'. Surely that was the only reason I was letting my boyfriend's best friend kiss me. Then I was done thinking altogether.
As his lips touched my mouth an electric jolt went through me and I leaned in to twine my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding smoothly into my warm and willing mouth. His arms went around me and we fell back on the sofa, our tongues twisting and writhing together.
He slid his hands along my back, nudging my T-shirt up, and pressing his palms against my bare skin. His hands were strong, and warm, and the mere touch of them had me wanting more. He pushed my shirt up around my armpits, then could go no further without breaking our kiss.
He sat up and looked me, asking with his eyes if I wanted to continue. I knew we should stop, but I couldn't help myself. I pulled my T-shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor.
"That's not fair," I said, sitting up as well.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Now I'm half naked, and you're still dressed. Let's fix that."
Now it was my turn to press him back against the sofa pillows as I slowly unbuttoned his gray shirt. I peeled it back and trailed my fingers across the broad planes of his muscled chest. My hands slipped down to his waistband and unfastened that as well.
I barely brushed my hand across the bulge growing in his pants, and he moaned with desire. I slid my hands back up to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off. He slid his arms out, and it wound up next to my shirt on the floor.
Once again he pulled me into the circle of his arms, nibbling and licking along my neck, which soon had me panting and moaning. One hand brushed against my bare leg and then crept higher. He slid his hand underneath my skirt, his fingers brushing against the now-damp cotton of my panties.
I shivered at his touch and thrust my hips against his hand, craving his touch. He hooked a finger in the waistband of my panties and drew them down. I wiggled and squirmed as he tugged at my underwear, wanting them off.
My panties had no sooner hit the floor along with our other discarded clothing when I felt his fingers and lips on me once more. He licked the tops of my breasts still encased in their white cotton prison, while his hand stroked along my upper thigh.
"Take off your bra," he whispered huskily.
I was more than happy to comply. I quickly reached behind me and released the clasps, allowing my bra to slide down my arms and onto the carpet. A rush of pleasure and pride went through me as he sucked in his breath and said, "You're so beautiful, Jen."
I could feel myself blush. Doug was not exactly the most romantic guy, so it had been a while since I had been complimented like that. Of course, that hardly excused the fact that I was letting his roommate seduce me while he slept in the next room. I was feeling guilty, but all thoughts of guilt were swept away when Ren leaned forward and cupped my left breast with his free hand.
He bent his head to my bare breast, swirling his tongue around my sensitive nipple, teasing it to hardness. Then he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, causing me to moan loudly.
"Shhh, we don't want to wake Doug up, now do we?"
