Following the glorious midnight kiss event, the after-party allowed us to reunite. She was already there along with a bunch of other friendlies, but the actual party was in shambles. A poor effort for such a nice location. Seven-figure house no doubt. How can people party for years and still not know how to host one? Just having alcohol does not make a party good. Anyone can get alcohol. A nice party that is more of an event per se (considering the date in discussion) requires a little more effort, no matter how nice of a house you have [end sidetrack]. One steps up and saves the night by offering another party going on at her friend’s place.
This place is more chill. Music is playing, and people are hanging out and talking. It has a better atmosphere than that wreck we just came from. In addition, this party had some very nice special candy that made the children happy. It was for anyone and everyone. The girl, who brought us there, knows the person who produced the candy for everyone. I’ve had a somewhat strange relationship with her for a long time with a lot of sexual tension. I’m so used to it that it seems like precedent to flirt and speak suggestively with each other any night we go out together. I expect to go through the process of drinking, hugging, kissing (not making out), caressing, but ending the night having lost each other, or with resistance to going any further. Generally this latter response has been from her end, but with a girlfriend, even I am resisting.
Within an hour, everyone has reached pure bliss. It’s a small intimate party, but with just enough people to keep a consistent energy alive in the air. Half of us end up in a small room together laying about, chatting, caressing, and kissing. Similar to what I described before, but much funnier to me because of the circumstances. It was quite silly, in a good way. The girl, described in the previous paragraph, gave the girlfriend and I soft kisses on the lips several times. It felt nice, and I was happy to be in a relaxed situation with everyone. I’m not sure if this would happen under normal circumstances. It may actually, but we never really have been in a similar situation together before. This is where things got interesting, from a conversational stand point. The girl and the girlfriend try to convince me to join the blissful state with them and everyone else. Not happening. It’s not something I’m really concerned with at that moment, and I was quite happy as it is just being present in the room with everyone. After my initial rejection, the girl tells the girlfriend dead seriously: “What if we promise to have a threesome with him if he takes it?” The girlfriend nonchalantly replies, “I’m not going to do that, but you can share him with whoever you want.”
In my mind I am giddy with excitement, eyes wide open, mouth smiling irresistibly. But I play it cool for them. I don’t react to it as if I get such offers every other day. Nevertheless, I still don’t want the stuff. The deal doesn’t even really matter. If this was any other time, I would have been all over that. But I’m not sure how to take the reply from the girlfriend. She is so damned cool about some things, but I don’t think she really would have liked it if I pursued it. I’m not even sure if she meant it. I didn’t really know what to do other than let it play out whether or not anything further happens. I did not want to risk a good night going sour just for something ridiculous. What excited me was more the exchange of words than the actual idea of having a threesome, which can be pursued at any time. As expected, the night continued after that moment, and the idea faded away quickly. We left not too much later. While the others in my crew were still going strong due to the magic stuff, I was ready to crash. The dynamic between us is okay for me. I have fun no matter what.