The Time We Shared Ourselves With A Guy

In my twenties I was a nurse, and continuously horny. My relief was masturbation. I met a girl at the hospital, like me she was a new nurse. We became friends and spent our free time together. We went to a concert and left tired and turned on. We went to my apartment and played together. It was new to both of us, and we woke up embarrassed at what we'd done.

We had to live with it, we didn't talk about it and didn't repeat it. We made sure to date guys, but none of them were good enough for us. We lied about having sex until we eventually confessed we had not engaged in sex with any guy. We had sex again. This time we did talk about it and concluded we were gay, but didn't know it.

At a party for a friend who was leaving a resident had sex with me. I told him I had a girlfriend, he said bring her on. And that's how we had our threesome sex. It didn't happen again.