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Immediately things were a bit awkward. “She knows what we’re doing,” I thought. Short glances were exchanged between us, sizing up the situation. Simone and I barely revealed hints of smug grins.

Simone suggested giving us manicures. I sat next to Ariel as she filed and polished our nails. We got a bit more comfortable and started joking around a little bit. Simone got up to get the topcoat and Ariel flopped down with her head on my arm.

“I’m so tired!”

It was 3pm. Could she possibly be hinting? I’ve learned that if there’s room to interpret something a girl does as suggestive, it probably is. On one hand we’d only known each other for an hour and a half, but on the other hand she seemed to know what was going on and was onboard.

“I’ll make you some tea.”

I got up to make some white tea. Simone emerged from the bedroom with the topcoat and we shot each other wide eyes as if to say, “Really? Already?”.

Without hesitation, Simone sprung into action.

“Come lie down on Tynan’s bed.”

“Ok.”

Wow. Was it seriously that easy? The tea I like takes about 10 minutes to make. I waited patiently in the kitchen as the girls went into my bedroom. I tried to imagine what was going on on the other side of the wall. Were they sitting there, prim and proper? Were they making out?

They were making out. I walked in with the teacups and saw them draped under the blankets. Simone was on top of Ariel kissing her. Being cautious I made a little stomping noise so that they’d know I was there. They heard it but ignored it. I walked up to the edge of the bed and they flipped the blanket off of them.

Ariel looked up at me and then turned to Simone, “It’s his bed. He should be in here too.”

Tough to argue with that. I put down the tea and laid down on my back next to Ariel. It was a timid move, but I didn’t want to rock the boat just yet. Our arms barely touched.

Mimicking me she lay on her back stiff as a board, with her hands by her side. I laughed.

“Ok,” I said.

I turned towards her. Simone moved off her on to the other side and we all started cuddling.

I thought back to the year before I became a pickup artist. I remember distinctly resigning myself to the fact that I’d never have a threesome. It was disappointing, but not too upsetting. That’s just how things are, I thought. I pushed my arm over Ariel’s stomach and across Simone’s chest. If only I could have seen this scene way back then. I wouldn’t have believed it.

Time passed quickly as we rearranged ourselves and cuddled in different positions. There are interesting aspects to cuddling with three people that I hadn’t anticipated. It’s hard to tell whose hand is whose. Realizing that it doesn’t really matter is exciting. I loaned Ariel a pair of my Smartwool socks. Is seemed like a sea of wriggling feet at the foot of the bed. When I spooned both of them I could close my eyes and imagine that I was spooning a really fat girl. Opening my eyes revealed the considerably more appealing thought of, “wow. That’s a lot of shoulders.”

Ariel closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. She was in between Simone and I. We lifted our heads up so that we could mouth words to each other.

“Oh my god!” she mouthed.

“I know!”

“Want me to go to the bathroom for a minute?”

“Sure”

Simone got up and went to the bathroom. I tightened my arms to accomodate only one girl and squeezed her against me. She put her arm over mine. No resistance. My left arm was up on the pillow - you know how when you cuddle you always have that one extra arm that isn’t doing anything? She moved her arm up and put her hand in mine, fingers loosely interlocked.

Simone got out of the bathroom, saw that things were going well, and smiled. A few minutes passed and I pretended to go to sleep. Simone had been trying to kiss Ariel, but she was shy with me there. I figured that maybe things could get jump started while I was asleep.

Once it was plausible that I would be asleep, Simone started kissing Ariel. She was timid at first, but eventually started getting into it. I was pressed up against two girls making out with each other in my bed. Simone started tugging at Ariel’s pants.

“It’s a rule. Tynan doesn’t let girls wear pants in his bed.”

That’s true. It just seems disrespectful.

“No…”

“Yes…”

Simone shook me to wake me up.

“Tynan, tell Ariel what the rule is in your bed.”

“What rule? Oh… no pants are allowed.”

“Simone’s wearing pants, though.”

She took them off. I could tell now that we were moving too fast for her, but I didn’t want to leave Simone as the odd one out, so I took off my pants too. After realizing that Ariel wasn’t going to take hers off, we laid back down and resumed cuddling, but it wasn’t the same.

Simone was now in between Ariel and I. She got up to get some water. Ariel rolled over into my arms and said, “Your girlfriend is scaring me.”

It was an odd statement that felt more like a confession.

Shortly after Simone got back, Ariel’s phone rang. It was her out of town friend that she’d been waiting on, so she had to go.

Simone walked her out, taking forever. I couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say.

Finally after twenty minutes, Simone called me.

“She was freaked out.”

“Dammit.”

Our chances of having Ariel as a girlfriend were dashed. We’d pushed too far too fast and now she was uncomfortable.

As soon as they had left, Ariel asked “What was THAT?”

With some difficulty, Simone convinced her that we thought SHE was going for a threesome and we were just going along for the ride. We met at a club later that night, and things were tremendously awkward between Ariel and I.

So close, yet so far away.