I’d always been curious, but never brave enough until that night. We were at his place after too many drinks and flirty texts that had been building for weeks. Me, my best friend Sarah (who I’d low-key crushed on for years), and him—tall, calm, with that easy smile that made my stomach flip.
It started slow on the couch. Sarah kissed me first, soft and tentative, her lips tasting like cherry lip gloss and wine. I melted into it, my hand sliding into her hair while he watched, eyes dark with heat. Then his mouth was on my neck from behind, one big hand cupping my breast through my dress, thumb brushing my nipple until I whimpered into Sarah’s mouth.