Let me tell you the real truth about 3somes; it remains the most wanted and admired adventure in the books of many men—but woe unto that man who suggests it, he may find his balls dancing on the nearby electricity pole.
For the women, there are some few freaky ones who entertain the 3some idea but most of these inward freaks are not brave enough to throw their wild and unusual desire on the table, because of the hovering fear of a potential backlash from the men they are with.
For some few lucky bastards like some guys I know, they’ve been able to talk their way through the 3some route—and though the many people I’ve heard talk about this experience did not have much to say about the fun, it still remains what most of the guys on the block desire, and of course some women too.
I’ve not had a well strategized, planned and scheduled 3some—yet, but it seems I was part of a certain 3some some few years ago with two beautiful girls in a way I did not expect. This better be what it was since the alternative reasonable explanation is; they f*cking played me…
I was young and the desire to f*ck as much as I can was at its peak—and I had access to a lot of young horny women. I am talking about my College days. Even though I was camped at a coastal boys’ school-Adisadel College—that was not enough to subdue the ‘boy on heat’ syndrome…
Back at Adisadel College, we had so many virgins in our midst and they lied to themselves and the rest of us anytime we returned from vacation, telling us about how many girls they managed to pull their panties off. We knew the virgins and therefore we could see through all the lies. Some of us did not have to say anything, we had our campus credibility intact—and it extended to Ghana National College, Holy Child, Aggrey Memorial and the other Cape Coast schools.
Let’ me leave the on-campus talk and take you to the event that has haunted me up to this day—not knowing what to call what happened that night makes it worse for me.
So I managed to lie to my housemaster nicknamed-Apam Broni, for permission to come home that weekend, citing the fact that I was broke and needed to get some money and provisions from home as my reasons. What my housemaster didn’t know was that, I was always broke. My mother was not based in Ghana and therefore, before I even go to school, my pocket money was gone.
I got home without any plans, nevertheless, I was excited to be home—and you cannot imagine how happy I was when one of the area girls who attend Accra Girls blew my phone ( I will refer to her as ‘A’, hereafter). I told her I was not on campus—I just got home.
She was also in town with her friend ( I will call her ‘E’)—this is the friend she told me sometime ago she was going to hook me up to. I asked if they could come around after they finish with whatever they’ve ran out of school to do in town. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to meet this friend of hers—and she said; sure…
Hours later, I checked my Casio wristwatch and it was almost 6pm….I said to myself these girls were not going to show up, so I better find something to do for this Friday night that I am not on campus with those annoying friends.
Few minutes later, my Siemens phone rang and it was A’s number—her number had a double 2 and a double 4 as the last 4 digits. I just hope she is not reading this now…
‘A’ turned up with her friend ‘E’ and we sat by a road side spot, sipping on 3 bottles of Malt and some ‘Chinchinga’—all paid by me. After all, I was not that broke as I made my housemaster to believe. A’s friend was really shy and she said little to nothing. It was later I realized her Twi was not that good, she was a hardcore Ga girl and since I couldn’t speak one line of Ga, we stayed with English.
At around 8pm, ‘A’ suggested they find a hotel to stay for the weekend and I agreed to find and pay for the hotel for them. Not that quick, she was going to invite her boyfriend to come over and I was going to stay in the second room with her friend-E.
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