By Sandy Cheeks*
names changed for obvious reasons, you pervs
"You like that, you little slut?”
I looked down at the knot of tangled limbs. We were all lying on our friend’s hotel bed, large but still barely enough room for all of us. I was nestled comfortably in the middle, lying in James’* arms, my legs flung over Archie’s* hips. I was pleasantly drunk, and more than a bit high, but it didn’t matter. I felt safe. The question of whether I (the slut) ‘liked it’ had come from my friend Bella*, who had reached over Archie to wrap a hand around my throat.
Archie traced a line from my nipple to my navel as my head began to buzz from oxygen deprivation. I wasn’t wearing a bra (I never do—it’s a perk of the tiny titty club), and from the looks of things, I did, in fact, like it.
“Let’s go,” I told them, murmuring against James’ mouth. As we exited the borrowed room and made our way to the pick up spot, our friends asked us where we were going. Stay, they said, drink some more with us! But we were on a mission. We called an Uber.
Let’s back up. You’re probably wondering how I got here. I don’t blame you. I’m trying to figure it out too. But if you’ll excuse the brag, I’ve always had what the kids call ‘game.’ The secret is confidence, leaning in with the body language, and adding just the right amount of flirty banter to a genuine conversation. I know what you’re thinking though: that’s what everyone says! So when it comes down to it, how do you pull, really?
Here’s the best advice: be straight up with your intentions. Honestly, it works. If they’re into you, the clarity and assertiveness is hot. It also means that open communication is established, and both you and the other person can be straightforward with your feelings. If things are getting a little much, it’s all good. Make sure you’re checking in with yourself too. And if they’re not giving you the same open, honest energy back, then that’s a red flag, and you can re-evaluate your night.
That’s not to say you have to come on strong. No one likes a random creepo assuming they can get with you if they look you up and down and buy you a drink. It’ll take more than a $9 G&T (good price I know) to get in these pants, bro. I like to keep it friendly. Never assume you’ll get laid, and even if you don’t, you’ll make a friend. ‘The game’ is a skill, like learning to paint, or playing an instrument. No one is naturally talented at it. It’s corny, but just feel the vibes. If it’s a little flirty, lean in. If they start looking uncomfortable, check in. Maybe just leave them alone.
Worst case scenario: they’re not into you, and that’s that. Let’s be honest: it’s 2021. If you’re not learning how to handle rejection, then what are you doing? At the same time, I know I’m in a privileged position. I’m cis, femme, and able-bodied. But confidence is an attitude you need to wear before it starts to feel comfortable, and no matter your appearance, if you know your worth, others will see it too. Trust.
And that’s what brings me to this fateful night, the night of my friend’s wedding. Yeah, you read that right. I’d only ever done it once before, but it was about to go off again. It’s the ultimate pull: not one, but three partners at the end of the night. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, group sex is more achievable than you’ve been led to think. If you’re into that, of course.
It helps if you’ve got some friends you have pre-existing sexual tension with. If not, it’s perfectly possible to get with three strangers, but that’s not what happened that night. I had known James and Bella from university. It was a small department, and if you wanted to map the people that’d slept with each other, it would be a very tangled web.
I had always suspected I would sleep with Bella. We were both staying with James, and both of us had assumed we would be sharing a bed. We were wrong, there were two singles, but I guess it was just wishful thinking on our part. Bella was photographing the wedding. At one point, we went to the bathroom and shared a cheeky kiss. For now, I was content with the promise of a no-strings-attached romp later on.
But throughout the night, I got talking to one of the groomsmen—Archie. He was cute, tall and just a bit shy and awkward. I pulled him onto the floor for a dance. We talked about a lot of things: growing up in a small town, our degrees—even some gossip about who was with who that night. But from the way he was looking at me, and the way he casually dropped that he had a hotel room for the night, I knew the game was on. But it left me the problem of Bella—would I bring her? Would I have to choose? In the back of the car, on the way to the bride’s hotel room for more drinks, I quietly broached the subject to her. We were squeezed into the boot, along with another (straight) male friend, who we shared some kisses with. Bella was down for a group “hang.” Our friend wanted to come with us too, but unfortunately, we were worried he couldn’t handle the queer vibe. We collectively decided to leave him behind. You’re allowed to say no.
James was rather more shy, but as we were staying with him, it made sense to ask. He was into Archie too. Foursomes work best when everyone is a little bit gay. But that’s just personal preference. I invited him into bed for a cuddle. Soon, Archie and Bella were in bed with us. The bride and groom were outside having a vape. I thought it best we didn’t take their bed on their wedding night, so we hastily left in our Uber. I’ll spare you the sordid details, but we went back to Archie’s hotel room. Group sex is a different experience for sure, and it can be tricky to juggle your attention between partners. But that’s the fun of it; your options are many. Perfect for a Libra like me ( just kidding, haha... unless?). Group sex is dynamic—you’re always conscious of the give and take.
In the end, group sex is an exercise in communication. It’s an extension of the skills you use to ‘pull’ in the first place. Like ‘pulling,’ group sex can be overwhelming, and it can be intimidating—but as long as everyone is comfortable expressing their thoughts, it can also be reeeaally fun. For most people, group sex doesn’t fall into the regular pattern of sex with another person. It forces you to think more clearly about what’s going on, to be intimate with intention. Ultimately, it’s a crash course in being considerate to your partners, and that carries on into the ‘regular’ sex that you may or may not be having.
So if you’re interested, don’t be afraid to just ask for what you want. Honesty, clear communication and just a splash of game can go a long way, and the results just might teach you something.
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