Let me tell all of you what happened during my one three way experience. It was my junior year at the University. My room was in a co-ed dorm, on the ground floor. Traffic was heavy past my room always, that's why I choose that specific room. It was an early Saturday night, nothing special was planned with any of my guy-friends, I was just laying on my bed listening to records ( CD's weren't invented yet ). It was a hot spring night and I had my single window open and the door to the hallway propped open by a tennis shoe jammed under the door. I was a hot,horny virgin. Two girls walked pass which wasn't unusual, except they backed up and stood there outside my door, looking in at me. They had my full attention.They were pretty nice looking, but dressed punk-hippie fashion where-as I was one of the preppy ones in appearance. We said our hellos then they entered the room. "Come with us to a party" one of them said. I asked " party? Where?
One of the girls then said, "South Halls" our room, just the three of us. I lived in west halls, the walk to their room was just 20 minutes away, so I got off the bed, turned everything off in my room and locked up, stopping at my friends Al and Ron's room on the way, a few doors down from mine and told them I was going to South Halls for a private party, the two guys understood.
On the walk there, I offered a joint which we passed around, it was getting dark then. Despite being stoned, the walk went quickly, I remember. I was nervous, thinking finally I was going to get laid. We got to the girls room, they locked the door and lit some fragrance candles. I can't even remember their names, can't remember if they even told me, anyways,, one of them pulled a joint as big around as my little finger and we all started on that one, after they pushed the two twin beds together, me and one of the girls laid there while the other one started.
The girl took a metal coat hanger and affixed it to the ceiling light and stretched the horizontal wire along the bottom of the hanger as if it was drawn back like a drawn bow, only without the arrow. With me so far? Then she got a dry cleaning bag from her closet and twisted & twisted it, fashioning it into a plastic rope, tying knots every few inches along the rope's length. I had my hand inside the one girls flannel shirt, she had her hand inside the front of my jeans, feeling my hard cock. Ya, ya, we kissed too, tongue to tongue. Next the other girl took their trashcan, and filled it almost completely full of water and centered the water under the dry cleaning bag-turned knotted rope arrangement hanging from the coat hanger. She opened the window and lit the bottom of the plastic rope arrangement with a match, then joined us on the bed. I never had two sets of hands feeling me before. We was just a short ways into the joint when it went out, meanwhile the plastic bag was burning, the melted plastic dripped from the rope and as it did, it made a ziiip sound as it fell, then a flash of light as it hit the water. Zip, zip zip zip, it dripped, growing even more intense when the flame hit one of the knots even bigger zips then. Hands groping, kissing, you get the picture, I was precuming for sure. "Tonight's the night" I thought, finally. Well I had the joint to relight. I was handed the match pack and as I struck the match, the phosphorus tip exploded and a fragment of burning match head entered my left eye. OMFG the pain. The one girl saw the match head hit my eye, the other one didn't believe it even happened. I had to go, fuck, I had to go to the infirmary to get first aid treatment my eye was killing me! The girls begged me to stay, and god dammit I would have, I was ready for it to happen but my eye,, damn.. and so,,,, yes, I got the biggest ribbing from Al and Ron the next morning when they seen me in the cafeteria, with my eye bandaged and wearing an eye patch like a pirate.
"They fucked your eye out" they kept on saying, I was laughing, but it hurt to laugh.
True.
