This is a tale of two lovers and a girl I knew once named Nancy. Now, she made myself and other men, oh so randy. Every time I looked at her big bouncing tits, my dick twitched and became harder than physics. But one fateful day I looked up ... it was her boyfriend. I fucked up. He’s angry. This is their story.

Why, do you ask? Good question. In all my travels, boyfriends seem to have varying levels of territorialism. Some have the friendly “Yeah, she’s hot, huh?” question. Some boyfriends that know what they have to carry off the relaxed demeanor ... until you get too close. They all have one thing in common: “You can look but you do not touch.” Which is my philosophy. Except for this man.

I was on campus eating lunch, when I noticed a familiar feminine figure walking with a man. She turned around and saw me. She waved. She left her man at Chick-Fil-A ordering food.

“What’s up, my girl?” I said.

“Nothing much. Just working and class,” She said back.

“Yeah, same for me too. Classes can be a bitch. Y’all staying to eat?” I said back.

“Nah, just came out of class. Going to work after this.”

“Oh, might I ask ... who is he?” I said, tilting my head at her. “You ain’t gonna tell your boy?”

“Jealous much?” She asked. She was wearing a blouse which shows her cleavage quite nicely with red lip gloss. She knew I was looking.

“Mmm, you can say that.”

She knows me to be truthful. Her boyfriend was walking in our direction, with her order.

“What if I said I could get some of that jealousy out of your system?” She asked.

“By what?”

“Let’s just say the girl you know is a lady in the streets is also a...” She got interrupted by her boyfriend.

“Here’s your order, babe,” He said to her.

“Thanks. This is an old friend of mine, Shawn. This is my boyfriend, Daniel.” She said.

Daniel was a fairly attractive man with muscular features which made me think:

‘Hmm, he’s got me beat.’

I was a scrawny, nerdy dude with glasses. I wish I had that type of body.

“Nice to meet you,” I said simply.

“We gotta go, Shawn. See you around?” She said.

“Peace.”

After that, as they were walking away, Daniel shot me a glare of death that I don’t think I have ever gotten. It became clear to me. I chuckled and said:

“Oh. He’s one of those.”

I had to tread lightly around her, until a few weeks later...

I was walking around campus, when I got a text on my phone. It read:

“Hey, Shawn, I got something to ask you.”

I typed back:

“Yeah?”

Not long afterwards, I got another text that said:

“My birthday is coming up. Me and Daniel have something in mind. I think you’ll like it. It was my idea.”

Tilting my head inquisitively and slightly interested, I typed quickly:

“Hmm. What is it?”

About two minutes after that, I got another text that said:

“I’ll give you two hints. Consider it an early birthday present for you, too. The other I’ll send you.”

Our birthdays were two days apart. My mind was running now. She couldn’t be that kind of chick, could she? Could she? I felt another vibration in my pocket. I waited a few seconds. It was a picture of her cleavage bending over, with a message:

“I want you to be in our threesome.”

I looked at my phone incredulously. Yup. She’s that kind of chick.

“Wait, wait, wait. Threesome? As in you take multiple dick, that kind of threesome? As in, I see the other dude naked, that kind of threesome?” I typed.

“Yeah. It’s obvious you want to fuck me. It’s just skin. And he knows you do.” She typed back.

Subtle. Real subtle.

“Wouldn’t it be awkward?” I typed, with an uneasy feeling of saying yes. Not long after that...

“We talked about it. Y’all can go over what’s off-limits.” The message said back.

I pondered about this for a good five minutes. Could I get in trouble doing this? Yes. But...

“Fuck it,” I said to myself. I texted her back.

“Let’s do this.”

That weekend was the weekend of Nancy’s birthday. My birthday was that following Monday. I arrived at her place with an array of emotions. Nervousness, fear, confusion, and of course horniness. She answered. Her man was already there.

“Yo, what’s good?” I said with a smile.

“Shawn, hey. Come in. I was just getting ready.”

“Getting ... ready? Oh cool, yeah. Daniel’s in there. Sort it out, you two,” She said.

I walked into the room with her boyfriend there. I felt so much awkwardness. He was already in his boxers, semi-hard, showing his athletic physique.