Six-Way Sex

Have I really not ever told you guys that story? I could’ve sworn that I had. I suppose I should divulge since I did, after all, pique your interest…

Just after I moved to Nashville, I ended things with my then boyfriend, Damon, and began seeing someone new. In fact, if you read back a couple of entries (the one entitled Rejection), there is a story of a guy who did me really dirty — took some pictures that I was not aware of and freely distributed them among his friends. Well, it just so happens that the pictures were of this unplanned six-way sex extravaganza. Now that you know exactly what these photos depicted, you can only imagine how mortified I was. But lets recap the events of the night.

I had spent the evening out with several of my girlfriends. They all pooped out on me fairly early and decided to go home. This was not uncommon, and I had gotten used to wandering around Nashville alone looking for someone to hang out with. On that particular evening, as I drunkenly staggered down Second Avenue, Jeff called. He and two friends were at Bar Nashville. I made my way down the street, and in a matter of minutes, I, in my very sloshed state, was having a ball dancing on the long stretch of hard, laquered wood.

Before long, I was joined atop the bar with two girls, both of whom I’d never even seen around town. One got on each side of me and began writhing and grinding up and down my legs. I glanced down at Jeff and his friends with a look of fear in my eyes, but they were, of course, eating it up. I gave in, decided to go with the flow, and reciprocated the girls’ provocative moves.

The night wore on, and we ended up shutting the place down. The bouncers practically had to kick us out. I, for a reason of which I now can’t recall, didn’t have my car. I was planning to stay the night at Jeff’s anyway, so I hopped in his ride. But then, so did his two friends and the two other girls (neither of which names I know). When we got to his house, the guys all stepped outside to play with his dogs for a few minutes. I, drunk and naive, made my way upstairs to Jeff’s bedroom. Without undressing or even removing my shoes, I plopped down on the bed, closed my eyes, and prepared to pass out. But that’s not what happened.

With the boys still outside, the girls crept upstairs and into the bedroom. The sound awakened me, and one of the girls climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. She and her friend, in one swift motion, pulled me up and my top off. I can only imagine the look of shock on my face, but you should’ve seen the boys’ faces when they walked in and saw me shirtless making out with two chicks that I didn’t know. It was only a matter of minutes… no seconds… before all six of us were naked.

Now, I wouldn’t necessarily call the experience an orgy because we all didn’t technically have sex with one another. There was oral sex between all of us, but we didn’t all have intercourse. Jeff and I had sex, and each friend paired up with one of the girls. Call it what you want.

You know, after the humiliating revenge that I plotted and carried out against Jeff (and that you read about two entries back), I expected to never hear from him agian. Would you believe that he has tried to call me not once, but twice, in the last month?! What a putz.

Cheers,
Felina