Some things happen that make complete sense in the moment and absolutely insane sense in the retelling and last week was one of those.

Three of us, their apartment, enough wine to make everyone honest. My two friends, a couple two years in and one of those you actually like being around, and me, freshly out of a situationship that had quietly dissolved and not fully processed. We were crammed on the couch the way you get with people you're comfortable with and the conversation was going the way late night wine conversations go.

Cara looked at me at some point and just asked, completely casually, if I wanted to use her boyfriend.

I stared at her.

"I'm serious," she said.

She looked at Theo. He looked at me. He shrugged in a way that was unmistakably a yes.

I put my glass down.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees between his legs and the situation had a momentum that made thinking feel optional. He was already hard when I got his jeans open and I took a moment to actually look because I have standards even in unexpected situations. He was thick, the kind of thick that registers the second your hand wraps around it, and he cleared every standard without trying.

I started slow. Tongue first, working up his shaft while I kept my hand at the base, getting a proper sense of him. He made a sound above me that was not even slightly restrained. I took the head into my mouth and felt him twitch and went deeper, hand working with my mouth, spit beginning to coat everything, and I was already wet in a way that had nothing to do with him specifically and everything to do with Cara sitting right there watching every single second of it.

Cara's hand found my hair. Not pushing, just present and warm and very aware. She leaned down and said something close to my ear that I'm keeping to myself because it belongs to that room, but whatever it was went straight through me and I went deeper than I'd been going, took him to the back of my throat and held it there, and felt his entire body respond.

I came off once, a long string of spit between my lips and his cock, and went straight back down because I was not close to done. His hands replaced Cara's in my hair, both of them, and he stopped pretending he wasn't going to thrust and just did, short and controlled, and I let him completely.

He came hard. A steady warm pulse of it and a lot, and I swallowed everything and stayed where I was until he was completely finished because that is the only way I know how to do things.

Cara pulled me up by the chin after and kissed me slow and deliberate and warm and my brain produced several responses that were not coherent thoughts.

We finished the wine. Talked about something else entirely. I got a cab home an hour later feeling like someone who had just found a door in a room they thought they knew completely.

We've been texting since. All three of us. There is a specific energy to the thread that suggests something is being planned.

I am extremely available