It didn’t lead to a threesome

You’ve probably seen them. Those videos where they get caught and it immediately leads to a threesome. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. In this case it wasn’t like that at all: it didn’t lead to a threesome. What did it lead to? Well, read on.

The girls are doing it. Another girl enters the room and is shocked about what she sees. The other two persuade her to join them, and before you know it, the girl who was just minutes ago shocked is now being eaten out. In yet other scenarios, the girls are caught by, for example, a stepmother, a teacher or any other woman that is much older than they are. But hey, that’s a completely different category or kink. 

It’s not always like that, is it? If only, if only… If only we could just enjoy threesomes like that en messe! Hell, threesomes? Why not foursomes? I mean, how about these scenarios when two girls come across a situation where two girls are eating each other out?

“Oh girls, come and help us!” or “So, you really have no idea what you’re missing out on!” are very good and convincing lines to get them to join in on the fun. Trust me, in reality they don’t work. When you say to a girl who is completely straight, “Oh girl, you don’t know what you’re missing, there won’t be a magical chance.There won’t be a spontaneous turnover.” Sorry, but it doesn’t work that way. Of course you can fantasise about it. Let’s face it, fantasising about someone who is completely straight and turning them around is hot and exciting at times.On the other hand, sometimes it can just be a big disappointment. That’s when your crush is just so fucking straight.

It can also be done differently. A scenario where two girls get caught by a boy and the boy gets to join in. Or a scenario where a boy and a girl get caught by another girl and the girl asks, “Can I join in?” The first to say yes often is – surprise! – the boy…

However, things can also turn out differently. Like for instance, when she says she’s 100 percent straight, tells you that you’re just a dumb ass for dating girls…That’s what this story is about.. 

“Did you have a nice weekend?” she asked me sarcastically at the lockers. We were in high school together. When she asked, I knew something was coming about my sexual orientation. So my answer was total silence.

“Well, I did have a totally fun weekend,” she cooed, ignoring my silence. Now I knew what was coming, because I had seen her that Saturday. Kissing behind that cafe. Not only that, because she was doing all kinds of indecent things to some guy.

“Do you know how many times I came this weekend?” she asked, looking at me intently. That was when I got fed up and I said, “Not often enough. You should try it with a girl. Girls know things way better than guys,” after which I walked away. She yelled something more at me, but I couldn’t hear it anymore.

She sat next to me in the next class. Why? Why did she choose to sit next to me? Soon enough it was clear to me.Just to tease me. The teacher discussed the history of Germany between the two wars and meanwhile, I thought about starting my own war. She was just constantly foul-mouthed about her conquest this weekend.

“Maybe you could stop for a while, I want to hear this,” I tried. She went on about his sperm, completely ignoring me. Fortunately, the lesson only lasted 45 minutes…

Monday was a tough day. Luckily we didn’t have all the lessons together. The lessons we had together she made sure she was ‘present’. Whether in word or writing. When she wasn’t talking to me, she was texting me. At the end of the day, I chose to ignore her messages, literally. In WhatsApp I used the function that made that possible.

Thank God the lessons were over.I was standing by my locker, talking to my best friend, when I heard that familiar voice. Her voice. My lfriend, whom I had updated, let out a sigh and asked, “Man, what does that kid want from you?”

In a remarkably friendly voice, she asked, “Hey, how are you two doing?”

“Are we obligated to answer,” my friend asked. “I mean, you’re going to make shitty remarks again, knowing you.”

“Hush little doll. It’s Evelyn, right?” she asked, as if she had spontaneously forgotten her name. “Well Eveline, you really don’t have to worry about that. This is just pure and genuine interest in my fellow classmates.”

Eveline, who had been in her class for three years, calmly said: “Well, if I didn’t know any better, you’re just interested in her bottom.”

Now she let out a fake burst of laughter and said, “Honey, darling, didn’t she tell you about my violent escapades this weekend? That really had nothing to do with girly-girly action. That was real girly-boy action!”

“Things change,” said Eveline and to me: “See you later, okay?” I nodded and stared at her. I hoped when I turned around she was gone. She wasn’t, so I tried to reason with her. 

“Listen, that trash talk, those messages. I understand. You’re super straight. Do you want to make that clear? That you are and I’m not. Fine. You made your point. I hope you had a good time. That it was all good and can we now leave that for what it is?” I asked. Apparently there was a little too much desperation in my voice. She suddenly looked at me remarkably mildly. Or was I wrong?

“Hmm,” she said and suddenly there was her hand. Her hand pushed a lock of hair from my face. “I do not know. You do seem desperate. On the one hand, that’s pretty sweet. On the other hand…” she muttered thoughtfully.

“What the fuck are you doing,” I almost yelled, pushing her hand away. “For someone so straight, you are doing very strange things now.”

“How come?” she asked in surprise. “I can’t touch you? What kind of bulshit is that?”

I closed my eyes and said, “Because you’re giving me mixed signals, maybe?”

“Mixed signals, like?” she asked defiantly and without waiting for my answer, she said: “So I can’t touch your hair?” She stroked my hair teasingly. This was too much. She was sending out too many weird signals. She played me and I didn’t like it. 

“If you don’t stop…” I tried.

“Fuck this shit,” I said. Because the hand was already on my shoulder and I really didn’t care anymore, I moved forward very quickly and I gave her a kiss, full on the mouth. That allowed me to break free, turn around, and lock my locker. Then I walked away without saying anything. I turned around and she was still there.

It was raining outside. Awesome. It really was a perfect end to a perfect school day. A perfect shitty Monday!

“Don’t you dare run away!” I heard yelling behind me. I thought, “God damn it, she’s got her voice back.” Pretending I hadn’t heard anything, I unlocked my bike and got on. Then I drove off. I heard a loud scream behind me. Still, it didn’t make me decide to stop. I only did that at the first traffic light. There I felt a bang against my bike. It was her who pushed against my rear tire with her front tire. Awesome. Really amazing. She was stalking me!

She hissed, “Didn’t I tell you not to fucking drive away?” She was so mad at me it was almost hilarious. No, wait: it was just hilarious. I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. To this she said in anger: “What are you laughing about now, you stupid dyke?”

Ok, that word got through. Dyke.Fucking hell. I flew off my bike and pushed her off her bike.I snapped at her: “What are you doing, dirty bitch? I’ll break you in two!” I didn’t lie, because I would have sent her to the hospital. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she stammered, covering her face with her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.” She started to cry. The tough girl suddenly wasn’t so tough anymore. Ok, call me stupid, but it made me weak. So very weak.I pulled her up and said, “Come on.” We took shelter from the rain in a bus stop. 

“When you said that I’m a dyke it was the way you said it,” I explained. “The intention. The message.You used it as a swear word.”

“Sorry,” she just said, looking ahead.

“What’s the matter with you, Esther,” I asked, because I really wanted to know now. This was not all normal. She said nothing except that she would stop. She did so. Just like that, from one day to the next. That wasn’t all. She stopped sitting next to me, stopped texting me. Nothing. When we met at the lockers it was no more than a brief greeting.That’s all it was.

“What could it be?” I asked my friend Eveline. “Love, it’s love!” she determined.I laughed and replied, “You know she’s 100 percent straight, don’t you? That’s what she told you, didn’t she?” Eveline just didn’t answer, she pointed to a party poster. I didn’t feel like that.

“Why not Ellie? Why not? That’s just fun, isn’t it?” she asked excitedly. “You’re so super boring sometimes,” she complained.

“First of all, do you know who organises that party, among others?” I asked. Evelyn didn’t know that. I do. Of course I had already researched that. That was Ms. One Hundred Percent Straight.

“Esther is one of the organisers,” I said.

Eveline got angry now, and she said: “So, you’re going to ruin the rest of the time here at school because of what happened to that bitch that afternoon? Well, good luck then! I’m going to that party and  I’ll have fun.” She then frantically walked away.

Three days later, Eveline showed up at my doorstep to pick me up for, yes, that party.

“Do not feel like it!” I tried in one final attempt, but Eveline wouldn’t settle for it. She practically dragged me to school. 

Esther was sitting behind a desk at the entrance and checked the tickets. Well, there were more students, but Eveline pushed me right in her direction. Suddenly I found myself standing in front of her. That wasn’t totally awkward.

“Hey,” Esther said as if we had just talked to each other that afternoon and nothing was wrong. “You look beautiful, Ellie.” I felt my cheeks turn bright red. Esther noticed that too, because she gave a wink. Or at least, was that why she did it? Did I see ghosts? Did I go crazy? Why did she wink? Where was Eveline? Why didn’t I just stay home?

“Maybe we can dance later?” asked Esther suddenly. “I’m done in a minute.”

She wanted to dance. This was the time for me to say something. I chose only a nod of my head. Stupid me. 

“Wow, that went well, I see why you’re single,” Eveline said to me afterwards. 

“Sometimes I wonder why we’re even friends,” I replied. 

“Because otherwise we can’t dance crazy together!”

She dragged me to the dance floor.  While we were doing our crazy moves I saw her walk in with her friends. Immediately a bunch of guys swarmed around him. Like hungry wolves.  Eveline noticed something was wrong and said disappointed: “Ah, the attention is gone! Maybe you should dance with her.” She walked away. There I was all alone. That didn’t look strange, among all those dancing people. She noticed that too and walked over to me.

“I think you’re supposed to dance,” she said in her unadulterated sarcastic tone. Bitch.

“Don’t you dance?” I bounced back. To my surprise, she started dancing around me. After that she stopped and turned to me asking: “Satisfied now?” She should have kept going for me. That thought terrified me. How could I think that?

“Come with me”

She took me by my hand. I had no choice and had to follow. We walked away, towards the hallway and went up the stairs to the first floor. She still held my hand. I left it that way. She said nothing, neither did I. We passed classrooms where we normally attended classes. Until she said: “This seems like a good spot” Now I was curious, so I asked: “A good spot for what exactly?”

Wait a second. Didn’t I write earlier that it wouldn’t happen that that straight girl wouldn’t spontaneously say ‘yes’?  As you see in those videos. Well, this wasn’t a video. This was not a girl from one of those videos. This was a girl who until a few weeks before had told me about her activities with a boy, which I wasn’t interested in listening to. Yes, this was that exact same girl. She brought me here. Because she thought it would be a ‘good spot.’ 

She kissed me. 

Just a soft, short kiss.

“So for that,” she clarified.

One hundred percent straight. And then you kiss another girl. 

“You’re straight,” I whispered. 

“You’re a lesbian,” she interrupted me. 

“Yes, but straight girls don’t kiss lesbian girls,” I said desperately.

“So, I’m not straight…”

“Just like that,” was my response.  “You’re suddenly not straight anymore?”

“It’s not just suddenly, silly. It just happened. These things happen. You should know that, right?”

Of course I knew that. Like no other. But they, wasn’t this a little too fast and awkward? Damn, it felt weird! The only logical explanation was that she was playing me. Or, it was something else: revenge! 

“What the hell are you doing, Esther?” I asked, looking straight at her. She didn’t avoid me. It turned into a staring contest and I lost. Fed up with this bs, I decided to ditch her. “I’m not interested in your games, I’m outta here!” 

I was half way down the hall and she did it again. That screeching sound like she did before when I walked away. She followed me and grabbed me, forcing me to turn. Without waiting she kissed me again. Nothing soft, nothing gentle. I mean this was just one brutal kiss. With her arms around me. Running away was pointless. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out, trying to find a way in. I allowed it. God damn it tasted delicious. Then I realised what I was doing and I broke free. I said: “What’s gotten into you?” Suddenly they appeared: tears. In her eyes. Before I knew it, she was crying. 

“Why are you crying,” I asked, while she pressed her head against my shoulder. Then it all came out: because it was his idea. The guy I saw her with that Saturday. Because, quote, “extra titties was fucking hot.” 

Gently, I pushed her away, so I could see her face and see if she wasn’t kidding. “Seriously?’ it turned out, she wasn’t kidding. It made me furious. No,I didn’t blame her. He was the one with these ideas. I wanted to give him a solid kick in his balls. Well, more than that!

“I’m so sorry, Ellie,” she sobbed, totally upset.

“Hey, Esther, it’s okay,” I comforted her. It wasn’t. What he had her do was far from okay. This was coercion.Fucking bastard!

Finally I managed to calm her down. We missed out on the party. Finally we went downstairs. I saw Eveline and when she saw the two of us together, the first thing she said was: “Oh my God, did you…” I shook my head and said, “No, I’ll explain later. I’ll take her home.”

Esther had other plans. Something had returned to her self-confidence. Suddenly she suggested: “Can I sleep with you?” That question took me completely by surprise. I didn’t really know what to do. I still thought it all was sad. Well, there was still that part where we kissed. That didn’t leave me unmoved. Something was smouldering inside me.

“Okay. If you don’t behave, you’re out!” I promised her. She smiled and said: “Scouts honour, I’ll behave!” Like an angel!” 

We crept quietly into the house. That didn’t work, because we ran into my mother. I introduced Esther and said she was a friend who was sleeping over. Just to sleep. Nothing more. My mother suppressed a laugh. I hated her for doing that. 

“Nice room,” Esther said, walking around in admiration. In the meantime I was thinking about something else. Esther had nothing with her. I did have a toothbrush for hair and underwear. “Do you want pajamas?” I asked.  She said, almost innocently, “Oh, but I actually only sleep in my underpants.”

“Funny!”  

“Okay. Okay. Do you have a t-shirt for me Mrs. Prissy,” she said scornfully. I didn’t accept that and said: “No, now you have sleep just like you said you would. In fact, I will sleep like that too!”  Demonstratively, I began to undress in front of her. Then I frantically walked over  to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Soon I heard footsteps behind me. Without saying anything she stood behind me and started brushing her teeth too. She followed me to my bedroom when I was done.

“Okay, where do you want to sleep?” I asked, while I was busy putting a mattress on the floor. She interrupted me and said in a sarcastic tone, “Well, I thought next to you. Spooning…”

I pushed the mattress away. She got her way. Spooning it was. It made her somewhat surprised, because she stopped. So I asked her, “Are you going to stand there all night?” 

With a sigh she got into bed and I turned to the wall. She put an arm around me.

“Esther?”

“What are you doing?”  I asked.

“Where else should I put it? Should I cut it off?”

“Go on then,” I sighed. “Sleep well.”

“Ellie?” she asked in a pitiful voice. Now she was really getting on my nerves. I snapped. She just asked: “Night kiss?” 

Seriously? I turned my head towards her. Apparently she took that as an invitation and kissed me. Okay,I kissed back. She said, “That wasn’t a kiss goodnight.” I asked her what it was.  She thought and then said mischievously, “Foreplay.”

“Esther. You’re straight.”

“Esther. You’re straaaight” she mimicked me, only to add, “Time for you to make me a member of your team!”

“My what?” I almost screamed, and she put her hand over my mouth and said, “Hush! You know. The Lezzies Team. Make me a member. I wanna learn things. 

“Are you fucking serious now?” I asked. My throat had gone completely dry. I got lightheaded.

“Fucking serious,” she replied, lying on her back. The covers fell aside and I unintentionally looked at her breasts.

“Do you want them?” she challenged me. God yes I wanted them! Nothing more than that! I couldn’t resist them. That’s why I touched one with my hand. We kissed. So tenderly.

“Are you really sure about this, Esther,” I asked. She said nothing and pushed my head towards her breasts. It was hopeless, I simply could not resist. I took her nipple in my mouth. Then the other. Slowly I went downstairs kissing. I was suddenly in a hurry. So was she, because she lifted her lower body and that’s how her panties came off. Before I knew it I was eating her out.

Between her sighs she said: “You should know that it takes a little longer with me.” I think two minutes later she was done. As she experienced her orgasm I looked up. I saw how she enjoyed it. How she tilted her head back and her hands clung to the bedding.

“Dooo, thaaaat waaas gooood,” was her first reaction. Then she quickly pulled me over and whispered, “Thank you. Thank you. You’re the first. The only one.”  I immediately understood what she meant, because she started to cry softly. I didn’t have to ask about it either, she started telling herself.

“It was always them who peaked. Because of me. No matter how hard they tried. They couldn’t do me. I did come. I did in the end, by myself…”

Surprised, I asked, “Were you never eaten out before?” Now she laughed through her tears and stroked my hair. “They tried. Total fail. You! Damn! All clichés are true! Girls do know how to give girls orgasms. But seriously, I don’t know if I can!”

“Well…” I started.  “Of course there’s only one way to find out. Unless you want to remain a Pillow Princess…”

She slapped my ass and said, “Okay, Missy, how would you have wanted that to happen?”

That meant I could ask anything. So also that one thing I wanted to do for so long. Very modestly I asked: “Do you mind if I lie down and then sit on your face?”

“Face fuck? Or isn’t that what you call it?”

“I guess. I think it’s more like riding,” I said. “Is it okay?”

“Come on honey, pretend it’s Christmas!”

Very slowly I felt her tongue on me. Meanwhile, she had to hold back her laughter. I asked what was so funny. “Nothing. Well, I eating you!” Those words were enough to close my eyes and just enjoy everything. I felt her pace quicken and held on to the bars of my bed. That’s how I reached my peak. With her below me. Dazed, I then looked down and saw her questioning eyes.

“Are you really sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked, catching my breath.

“Sure,” she said with a smile.

We then finished it off again with our fingers. While we kissed. Then we fell asleep exhausted.

Saturday morning we said goodbye with a huge kiss.

“See you Monday,” she said, walking down the garden path. I looked after her and thought, “Would she look back?” She didn’t. She walked down the street. That afternoon I sent a message.  I got no response. “Shit,” I thought. “This doesn’t feel right!” I got an indefinable feeling.

It was Saturday night and I was already asleep.  My phone was next to me on the bedside table. It rang. It was Esther. I picked up and whispered, “Fuck, do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, 2:30,” she said. She immediately added: “Listen, it’s completely fucked up!”

I immediately became worried and sat up in bed.

“What’s fucked up?” I asked. Esther didn’t answer, she was arguing with someone. I could only hear snippets of the conversation. Till I suddenly heard her say clearly: “No dude, we’re  not gonna do a threesome! Get that through your thick skull!” It hit me. She turned back to me and said: “He doesn’t want to take no for an answer and keeps chasing me. I told him we’re done! Ellie, I’m scared.”

“Ok, where are you?”

“Moonstreet, I think.” 

By now it was clear she was scared as shit. Even I was. I raced out of bed, telling Ellie I would get help. I rushed over to my parents’ bedroom and entered their room screaming. They were immediately awake and saw that it was wrong. I’m not easily upset. This time it was me. I was shaking. My father put on his clothes and hurried downstairs. My mother called the police.

“Es, my father is coming.The police too.”

Esther just said, crying, “You too, Ellie?” I didn’t hesitate for a moment and followed my father.  “Dad, wait!”

“We are coming!” I yelled into the phone. All I heard was Esther’s panting. She was running. Then I heard sirens.

“Police,” I heard Esther say and she hung up. It then took a few minutes before we arrived in Moonstreet. There we saw two officers holding the guy back. Another officer took care of Esther. When she saw me, she started to cry. We flew into each other’s arms. In between her sobbing she explained: “I’m so sorry!  I wanted to end it well with him. That’s why I didn’t respond to your message.”

I reassured her. “You’re safe. We’ll take you home. If we’re allowed, that is.” I looked at the cop. It wasn’t allowed yet. We had to go to the police station.. Esther’s parents were called there. They were quite angry and called her irresponsible. She tried to explain it with the words that made my heart beat faster:

“Yes, but I wanted to end it well. I’m with Ellie now. This is my girlfriend.”

You see?  Nothing threesome… just my girlfriend!

My father and I drove home. It was almost morning. Calmly he said, “Well, so you have a girlfriend. Nice. She seems like a nice girl. Will she come over for dinner next time?” He parked the car in the driveway. I leaned towards him and then kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Dad.”

That afternoon a shy girl stood in front of our door. A bunch of flowers in her hand  A gift for my dad. Her way of saying thanks. I played along with her game and said to my father: “Someone’s here to see you.” He was surprised, because he said: “For me?” Then Esther said to him and my mother, who also joined us: “I’m sorry I scared you and your daughter like that. I wanted to do things right.I mean, I really like your daughter.” 

My mom immediately said, “Liking is one thing. Is it more than that?”

Esther looked shyly at the ground and said softly, “Nice as in sweet. As in being in love.”

“Perfect answer, Esther,” my mother said and invited her inside. As she and my father continued toward the kitchen, I stopped Esther and asked her, “Are you serious?” She looked at me and answered firmly;  “Every word.” I showered her with kisses.

After we had a drink downstairs, we went upstairs to my room.  As if she had never been there before she said, “Nice room.”

“Are you staying here tonight,” I asked?

 “Only when we spooning,” she said. “And only if you give me some education first. You know I still want to join the team!”

“I think,” I said, “you’re already a member.”

 “Yes I think so too.”

Later that night, I think she became a Gold Member!