Little ol’ me was having a threesome, right in front of my roommate

Two months earlier I had broken up with my boyfriend from high school. We had dated since our junior year of high school, through this our sophomore year of college. And he had been my only lover, until this fateful night!

Who was to know, that a crappy, rainy Saturday in January would be the basis for my college story? My roommate, Jill and I had decided that even though everyone had gone home that rainy Saturday weekend, it was no reason to stop our own party. We broke out a bottle of tequila and produced some tasty margaritas. We lived in an all girls dorm and were surprised to hear some male voices in the hall. With our tight ass rules at TSTI, no one of the opposite sex was supposed to be in the residence halls unescorted. We went out into the hall, and much to our delight there were three cute guys. They made up some lame excuse about looking for some girl named Lucy. We told them there was no Lucy on our floor. Then, we invited them in for a margarita. We found out they were from Baylor across town. Their names were Mike, Sean and Jeff.

After a margarita (or twelve), everyone was feeling very loose. As we made sideways glances at tight chests and crotches, they made the same glances at our boobs and butts. The sexual tension was thick in the dorm room that night! Well, Mike grabbed a deck of cards I had on my desk and suggested a game of strip poker. Jill readily agreed. Before I could come up with a rational reason as to why it wasn’t a good idea to get naked in front of three, male strangers, Sean was already dealing the cards.

As I picked up my first hand, I realized two problems: 1) I suck at poker, and 2) I was only wearing a t-shirt, (sans bra), shorts and panties. Uh-oh!

Well, the predictable happened and I was down to my panties within ten minutes. As I sat on the bed I had my knees drawn up to my chest in a furtive attempt to hide my exposed boobs. To drink, however, I would have to forego the modesty and expose my breasts; which I did, without much hesitation, really (at least I had my priorities straight, huh?) I felt like I had no choice but to get extra drunk, as I knew I would be losing my panties shortly.

Actually, I got lucky and for the next five hands I managed to keep my undies on. Sean and Mike were down to their briefs and boxers, and Jill had "caught up," to me and was down to a pair of orange, thong panties. I didn’t make any attempt to hide the fact that I was amazed at these guy's crotches. Hey! I had only seen one other, "Mr. Happy at attention," in my sexual experiences. Well, the sixth hand was the killer for me! I lost my panties with a pair of threes.

Refusing to be a poor loser, I quickly stripped them off and turned off the lights.

While we got accustomed to the darkness I heard Mike laugh, right before he tackled me on the bed. I heard Sean laugh too, right before I felt him get on the bed with us. Well, I did a patented wrestling move and ended up on top of Mike. Then I pulled his boxers down and let his "Mr. Happy," escape to freedom! I heard Jill squeal with delight next to me. Then simultaneously I heard the unmistakable sound of plastic shrink-wrap, coming off a little cardboard package. Yes! All three Mr. Happies had put on their raincoats, and were ready to play with our Miss Kitties. Due to my inebriated state at the time, I cannot detail all the gymnastic moves, but Sean and Mike, introduced their Mr. Happies to my Miss Kitty in numerous ways and positions! My, my! Little ol’ me was having a threesome, right in front of my roommate! But Jill was too busy introducing her Miss Kitty to Jeff's Mr. Happy to really pay much attention, I’m sure.

Of course, we were all polite and educated college students, so before the night was over, everyone's Mr. Happy had been introduced to our Miss Kitties. Plus, one of the more interesting details of the evening was that these guys were using glow in the dark, rubbers. So, every time I looked around, the day glow effect gave me a clue as to where the next "introduction," between Mr. Happy and Miss Kitty was going to happen!

The next morning everyone woke up, naked and strewn across the two beds. Jeff, who had not even said more than two words to me, but with whom I had been intimate twice the night before, just looked at my naked bod as I looked at his. Everyone got silently dressed and said our polite goodbyes. Then, Jill and I (in our pathetic hungover states), walked bow-legged, at a snail's pace to the showers.

It has been ten years since this event. To this day, not even my husband and soccer mom friends know about the night of my strip poker, day glow rubber, orgy.