This story happened a few years ago. I was sharing an appartement with two friends, Jessie and Eve. Even if I wasn’t studying at the same university as them, we all met in our first year because we worked in the same café. In our second year, we all moved in together because we hated living in our respective dorms.
One day, Jessie and I came back home after partying a bit, we were a bit tipsy. We found Eve super-stressed studying in the living room. She’s usually stressed before exams, but that particular day was kind of exceptional. She was literally convinced that she would fail a midterm exam, that she didn’t understand anything, that even if she studied non-stop until the exam, she would still fail it. And that she couldn’t fail that particular one because it was a mandatory class, etc.
Jessie with her weird humour, just asked her: “Is the TA a man? Yes? It’s easy. Just send him nudes in exchange of the exam’s answers.” A joke that Eve didn’t find funny. But Jessie kept insisting: “Seriously, do it!” To which Jessie just took a piece of paper, wrote the email address of the TA and said: “You know what. You send him nudes. If you ever get the answers of the exam, I’ll owe you one.”
After Eve left, I looked at Jessie, holding that piece of paper and I told her: “Do it! Send him nudes!” Her first reaction was: “Sure!” But then she clicked. She has a sleeve tattoo: “Well. With my sleeve tattoo, if he files a complaint, even if I don’t attend his class, there is still a chance that they figure out it was me.” And she smiled back at me. “You don’t have any tattoo, do you? And you don’t even go to the same university… So even if you’re caught… There is nothing really they can do.”
A minute later I was in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, making a few naked selfies with my cellphone. While I was cropping my face out of the pictures, Jessie was creating a brand-new Gmail account on my laptop. We simply gave the name “Jane” and a bunch of random numbers. We hit “Compose.” And the message is pretty simple and very direct:
Hey Ben,
I’m one of your students in your Math 323. I’d like to trade the midterm exam’s questionnaire for nude pictures. Are you interested?
We attached one picture. And we hit “send.” And we waited. We talked, pressed “refresh” literally every minute. And finally. Maybe forty minutes later, we received a reply, not from his university account, but from his personal email: “How do I know you simply didn’t send a picture from the Internet?”
At this point, Jessie and I were pretty excited to actually get a reply of that kind. I got back in the bathroom, with a blank sheet. I undressed and wrote his email on it. With one hand, I held the paper, with the other, I took another picture. And I flipped the piece of paper and took a second one with the words “Deal?” written in big bold letters.
We emailed the pictures. And we waited. A few minutes later, we received a photo. The first page of the exam. With the words “Deal!” written below it.
But we thought that having only the first page wasn’t enough. We wanted the entire questionnaire. We replied: “Just that?” And he came back with a counteroffer: “If tomorrow, when I wake up, I get another photo, I’ll send another page.” We were three days before the exam. And we decided to go along.
First thing in the morning, while I was still in bed, I sent him a little video, from my point of view, when I masturbated. He loved it. And he sent me a second page.
The day before the exam, Jessie and I, we went to see Eve. And we basically handed them the pages we got.
“What is that?” she asked.
“That’s your tomorrow’s exam. Apparently, your TA really liked the nude pictures we sent him.” Jessie answered. “I sent him,” I corrected. Eve thought we were trying to prank her. But after showing her the entire email thread we had with him on my laptop, she said: “He’s just playing with you… He sent you last year’s exam. And you gave him fapping material as a bonus.”
She did decide to practise herself with the pages we received. When she came back after the exam, the day after. She was shocked: “The bastard. He really sent you the actual exam!”
I opened my laptop, and there was a new email from him: “Really appreciated our trade. If you continue sending a new pictures or videos every day, until the end of the semester, I’ll send you the final exam.”
Which… I did. He even had some requests. Some days, he would ask me to wear a specific kind of underwear. He would ask me to take pictures in specific poses. I even bought a masquerade mask, so I didn’t have to edit the pictures before sending them. And, as we were getting near the end of the semester, he started sending me the pages of the exam one by one. Which, I shared with Eve. But still, she took time to study and practise hard just in case he tricked us.
The final exam day, Eve came back. And she told us that we had received the real thing: The final gaziosmanpaşa escort exam word for word. Every single question.
So, I told my roommates that I was going to simply delete my “Jane” Gmail account. And that would be the end of the story…
Except that I didn’t. Even after the end of the semester, I continued to send him a daily nude picture. I found it fun, and he would always compliment me on how sexy I looked, etc. And we started to exchange a few words here and there.
One day, Ben came with an intriguing and mysterious proposition: “Would you be willing to help me on something?” And I simply replied, “Sure.”
And what came back in the following email really surprised me. He sent me a screenshot of a Tinder profile. It’s a woman. Her name was Sabrina, 26 years old. Pretty cute. Blond hair, nice smile. And he wrote below: “This is my girlfriend. We’ve been trying to have a threesome for a couple of months without any luck. Would you be willing to create yourself a Tinder account and flirt with her? And who knows where it can lead us… Just don’t tell her I’m behind this”
My intuition told me to investigate. So, with Ben’s full name, I went to look on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn. And I actually was able to find her profile. She was real. They both had pictures together, common friends. It was a genuine couple.
So, later that day, as Jessie wasn’t there, I went to talk with Eve: “Do you remember at the midterms. You said you’d owe me one if I got you your math exam’s questionnaire?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly.
“And you remember that it involved exchanging nude pictures with your math TA?”
“Yes,” she said as her eyes narrowed slowly.
“Well. I have a friend who wants to have a threesome.”
“Haha!.. Threesome… It depends. It really depends on which of your friend.”
“You don’t know her.”
“Her? You want to have a lesbian threesome?” Eve asked with a little smile.
I wasn’t expecting her to think I would be participating. I was just planning to send her on a date with Sabrina and “discover” her math TA would be the third participant. But caught off guard, I just answered: “Yeah.”
I took my phone out of my pocket. I showed a picture from her Facebook profile. Eve looked at it for a few seconds. And she added: “Okay. I’ll do it. Threesome: you, me and her (pointing at the picture).”
“Can I send her pictures of you? She wants to know what you look like.”
“Sure”
As I’m walked away to get back to my room and my laptop, she commented:
“I didn’t know you were also into girls… I guess that’s one more thing we have in common…. Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, no… We’re just… friends! Friends with benefits… With the university, the job at the café and everything, I don’t have the time to have a boyfriend… or a girlfriend. And anyway, she has a boyfriend. But don’t worry. He won’t be there. It’s going to be just us three, like you said.”
“Perfect,” she said.
As I got back to my room, I took a pause. And for a brief moment, I thought of noping out of this. But I kind of became aroused by the situation. And I just wanted to know how far I could go without getting caught. With Eve’s “permission” to use her pictures, I created a Tinder profile, wrote a brief text. And I flipped through the Tinder catalogue for a good 45 minutes until I found her profile. And I swiped right. And I waited.
The next morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was to take my phone… And it was there on my screen, a notification for a Tinder match. Sabrina matched me. And of course, when I opened my laptop and went to see my “Jane” emails, Ben already sent me one: “Eve… What a surprise… I would have never guessed it was you… It’s nice to finally have a face on your beautiful body…”
So I started chatting a bit with Sabrina. She explained to me what their short story was: her boyfriend had a few threesomes when he was younger, he loved it. She never had and she wanted to try. She even admitted she was bi-curious. The story I came out with was slightly different. When I was in a relationship with my ex, we wanted to try threesomes, but never found a third person. And now that I was single, I still wanted to try… So, I decided to become the “unicorn”. And pretty quickly, she wanted to meet.
So I told her that I might be more comfortable if we tried just us two together first, a first casual encounter just us, without her boyfriend, so we would be more comfortable later when he participated. To which she replied: “Oh! That’s funny, because I was thinking the same! Let’s do that!” She wanted to meet at a café, but I told her I would be more comfortable to talk about all this in a more intimate place: my place. Which she agreed.
Of course, when I checked my “Jane” emails, Ben was super excited about all this. He told me that Sabrina was really happy gölbaşı escort to finally match someone that sounds and look serious.
So I synchronized with the real Eve and selected a day where Jessie was working the closing shift so we’ll be likely undisturbed. And for the time, I knew that Eve would finish her shift at 8 p.m. and would only arrive home around 8:10 p.m. So, I told Sabrina to be there at 8 p.m. That way, I could chit-chat with her and hopefully figure out a way to start that threesome.
The planned day arrived. I was super nervous. At 8 p.m. sharp, I heard a few knocks on the door. I opened. Sabrina was there, wearing a nice outfit: blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a classy blazer with sunglasses on her head. She was a bit puzzled that Eve wasn’t the person opening the door. She quickly took her phone out, looked at the door number.
“You must be… Sabrina.” I said. “Eve texted me a few minutes ago. I’m one of her roommates. She said she would be a few minutes late and to just let you wait in the living room.”
She walked in. She appeared to be nervous (same for me). I presented myself. I offered her something to drink, but she refused. I chit-chatted a bit with her, started with the usual ice breaker questions: “Where do you work?”, “What did you study?” etc.
At 8:10, Eve opened the front door. She walked in the living room. She was still wearing her Springfield Chef Coat (that our boss forced us to wear at work). As soon as she saw Sabrina, she smiled at her.
“Oh, Sabrina. Finally! Nice to meet you!” She leaned in. She kissed her on the cheek. “I have to admit that you are more beautiful in person.”
“You too!” she answered as she blushed.
Eve placed her purse on the table, untied her hair, sighed. “Can I have you wait a few more minutes? I really need to take a shower, like now.”
“Sure”, answered Sabrina.
“Of course, you can always opt-in to take a shower with me” added Eve, casually.
Sabrina looked shocked, probably because she wasn’t expecting Eve to talk sex in front of me. And… I’m shocked because I didn’t though Eve would about talk sex so openly, so quickly.
And she even added, when she saw Sabrina hesitating: “Come on, it can be a great way to warm us up for what we’re going to do later.”
Sabrina finally stood up and simply said, “Okay!” with a large smile. I watched her following Eve. Before stepping into the bathroom, Eve stopped and looked at me: “You can come too! We’re going to be squeezed, but I’m sure we can fit three in the shower.”
I followed them. Eve started to slowly unbutton her coat, revealing her black bra. She looked at Sabrina and asked her: “Am I allowed to kiss you?” She just nodded. Eve moved closer to her and they started kissing. It was slow and passionate. I could see Eve placing her hands on her hips.
When they broke apart, Sabrina giggled. Eve looked at her. “Your perfume smell so good. What is it?”
“I don’t remember the exact name. It’s from Givenchy. My boyfriend bought it for my birthday.”
Eve leaned forward, she smelled her again.
“You smell… coffee!” added Sabrina. “But I love coffee!” she purred.
They give each other another kiss that lasts a few seconds. After, Sabrina took out wipes from her purse to remove the little makeup she had on her face. Eve finished removing her coat. She stared at me as she was unhooking her bra. When it felt on the floor, she stepped toward me and kissed me.
It lasted a few seconds. When I looked at Sabrina, she was disposing the wipe, she looked at me, smiled and she started kissing me. I could feel Eve touching my breast through my T-shirt. When Eve and Sabrina started kissing again, I just unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my T-shirt and I threw it on the floor.
I helped Sabrina remove her blazer as I felt fingers unhooking my bra. When I turned around, Eve started to kiss me. That time was slightly different, because I felt our erected nipples rubbing against our skin. While we were kissing, I felt a hand scooping my breast, touch them gently. I switched to Sabrina, kissing her passionately, putting my hand in her hair.
Eve took that time to finish undressing. Once she was completely naked, she walked to the shower and started the water. When it was hot enough, she told us to come. We stopped kissing, we finished undressing and we jumped in the shower.
We squeezed in and closed the door. We barely had space. We rinsed our bodies quickly. We formed a triangle, and we pressed our breasts. Eve took the shower gel and she poured it generously on us and we started to rub against each other. The gel made our skins so soft, so slippery. We kept giggling and touching each other. We turned around, rubs our butts.
Sabrina and I got out of the shower first and we quickly wrapped ourselves with towels. Eve stayed a little bit longer to wash herself more. While waiting for her, we started keçiören escort kissing. When Eve finally gets out, we help her dry. We walked out of the bathroom and went to my bedroom. We all laid down on my queen bed, Sabrina in the middle. As Eve and her kissed, I pulled her towel slowly until I could access her breast. I touched and massaged it slowly. And then I started to lick it. I could see that Eve had her hand on Sabrina’s tummy. She moved it slowly. It disappeared between her legs, under the towel. And suddenly, Sabrina moaned very noisily. Eve fingered her a long minute. And when she took her hand out, she used it to pull her towel. She moved her body and placed her face between her leg.
Sabrina jumped when Eve’s tongue first touched her pussy. And there was a second, a third lick and so on. And Sabrina really enjoyed it. I continued to lick her breasts as she kept moaning. And after a good minute, I decided I wanted to try. So, I move my body. I place myself next to Eve. And I carefully observed what she was doing with her tongue. And Eve replaced her hair and move her face away from her pussy, I knew it was my turn. I dive in and start to lick her. I was a bit surprised by the taste and texture of her pussy, but I ended up liking it.
As I’m eating my first pussy, I feel Eve’s finger on my butt. She was massaging it. And they found their way to my pussy and she started fingering me.
When I felt tired, I went back to lay next to Sabrina. She started kissing me as Eve placed her face between my legs. She started to moan as she began eating my pussy. Sabrina was licking my breast, massaging my tummy.
Fifteen minutes later we took a little break. After laying down in silence in bed, Sabrina sits on the bed. Even before she could move more, Eve stopped her: “Where are you going?” and even before she could articulate an answer she added: “I hope you weren’t thinking about leaving? Because we’re far from being done with you… I hope you told your boyfriend he wouldn’t hear from until tomorrow morning!” And that’s what ended our break…
Next morning, what woke me up is Eve getting out of bed. Sabrina was still sleeping next to me, entirely naked. When Eve saw me open my eyes, she leaned over and kissed me. “I really had a great time we both of you. But I really have to leave now. I’m almost late for class.”
After she left, I just went to spoon Sabrina. Maybe twenty minutes later, she finally started to wake up too. We briefly talked about what happened. I played the innocent girl that got dragged into a lesbian threesome. We went to take a shower together, where we spent most of the time kissing and fingering each other. And when we got out, as soon as we were back in my bedroom, she pushed me on the bed, opened my legs and she started to eat my pussy.
It took her a good twenty minutes, but she had me orgasm using only her tongue and her fingers. She dressed back, told me she really enjoyed meeting me. And she left.
It took less than 5 minutes: my phone vibrated because I received a text message. Sabrina wrote to “Eve” (me):
“I really loved last night!”
“Me too!” I instantly replied.
“I loved your attitude, your energy, your drive… I don’t want to be pushy… But what do I tell my boyfriend? Are we having a threesome?”
I briefly wondered what to respond her. And that’s when she added: “foursome?”
And I replied her: “Let me talk to Nathalie (me) tonight. Maybe after what happened last night, she could be willing to join us.”
“Awesome!”
A brief moment later, she added: “By the way. I ate her pussy this morning before leaving. I don’t know why. I just felt the irresistible desire to do it… I pushed her on the bed and ate her. I thought I was bi-curious. But I think I’m maybe more than that…”
And I replied: “Me too”
A few hours later, between two classes, I went to check my “Jane” emails. Ben’s email was waiting for me. His girlfriend told him exactly what happened. He even knew about what happened after our morning shower. He knew about the possibility of a foursome. He even asked pictures of me (Nathalie) so he could have a clear picture in his head to put on Sabrina’s story.
Later that day, I worked on the same shift as Eve. During a calm period of the evening, as we were basically standing up behind the counter, waiting. I asked if she would be interested into a foursome. To which she replied: “Oh God. The moment you mentioned she had a boyfriend; I knew this was coming… Sure… Why not? Is her boyfriend handsome at least?”
She ended up asking to see a picture of him, but I told her that I didn’t have any on my phone and she didn’t insist. Of course, when I texted Sabrina back. She was super excited to learn that she would have us both over. We briefly talked about rules and limits and we synced up for the time and place. And of course, Ben sent me an email insisting on the fact that I must act like I met him for the first time.
A few days later, when we are a few feet away from Ben and Sabrina’s apartment door. I raised my hand to ring the bell. And I just told Eve: “If you know him, just act as if you’ve never seen met him before.” And I pressed the button. She looked at me puzzled. Sabrina opened the door. She was super happy to see both of us. She hugged both of us.