The door closed and what little shame remained disappeared. Our friend was left against the wall, caught between the two of them, while my boyfriend kissed him and I approached from behind, slowly running through his body. I was especially excited to look at my boyfriend: that complicit smile as we shared the same man, provoking each other. This was exactly what I imagined. The confession warmed us even more. My boyfriend grabbed me by the waist and approached me, leaving all three of us glued together, exchanging kisses and increasingly daring caresses. It no longer seemed like a fantasy. And no one wanted it to end.
