"Dear God, could they be having a threesome?" we all sort of wondered out loud.

My group of friends (Brittney, Marcy, Kollin, Mindy) and I went to this really cool night club one night. We all have good Fake Ids and we got in without any problems. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but later in the evening, I found myself talking to this amazing hottie--tall, black hair, icy blue eyes. It was great, until…

Marcy, who was standing right next to us, started giggling for no apparent reason. She would look up at the hottie, he'd smile at her and then she'd giggle like a little schoolgirl.

Nothing ever happened between me and the hottie, and I lost track of him after I went to the bathroom. I was disappointed at the time, but I didn't think anything of it.

Later that night, I went home with Mindy and Kollin (Marcy and Brittney had found their own way home about an hour before us). Then, as soon as we walked in the door, we could hear groans coming from Marcy's room. And we couldn't find Brittney anywhere.

Soon, we were all right outside her bedroom door listening intently. We heard Marcy's unmistakable giggling and then a groan--a guy's groan. And then we heard a girl's moan, but it definitely wasn't Marcy, but who, then?

Britney?…

"Dear God, could they be having a threesome?" we all sort of wondered out loud. After a little looking around, we found most of their clothes in the kitchen. Immediately, I recognized the guy's clothes as belonging to the hottie.

'So that's why Marcy was giggling,' I thought.

Mindy took the guy's boxers and Marcy's thong and bra and put them into the toilet. And then she closed the lid. Kollin took Brittney's bra and thong and smiled his signature evil grin. And, for my part, I took Marcy's dress, Brittney's skirt and top, and the hottie's khaki pants and Tool shirt and ran to a window. Kollin opened it for me and I threw them out the window and onto the wet grass below.

Before Kollin and I got down to business in our room, we made certain to drop our clothes right next to the bed so the The Threesome couldn't get any revenge. The next morning Brittney came out wearing a sheet and headed straight for the kitchen (presumably) to grab their clothes.

Boy, did she get a shocker!

She turned around so many times looking for the clothes that weren't there, that I got dizzy just watching. Then, the hottie came out to help in the search. And he didn't have ANYTHING on, so I got a glimpse of his perfect bod: 10-12 inches of meat, a 6-pack and nice, strong arms. Kollin looks better, though.

Finally, Marcy came out as well. Then, someone from outside shouted: "Whose damn clothes are these?!"

Marcy yelled out, "how the hell did they get out there?" Mindy, Kollin and I started laughing our asses off! I fell outta my chair and had tears rolling down my face. The looks on the faces of "The Threesome," said it all: angry, embarrassed and ready to kill.

Some guy came up with the clothes and handed them to Mindy. I laughed even harder when Marcy screamed "Shit" and immediately dropped them.

"They're soaking wet AND ice cold," she whined.

Then Brittney excused herself and headed to the bathroom. "I haven't gone since last night," she confessed.

Even though we knew it was coming, it definitely wasn't any less funny:

"Ahhhh!" she screamed.

Mindy, Kollin and I started laughing again even harder--so hard, in fact, that our "faces looked like cherries," as Marcy later told us.

The hottie dressed in his toilet and sprinkler-soaked clothes and walked out the door without even a kiss goodbye.

In a strange twist of irony, the hottie's name was Kollin.