The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... single time somebody came up, one of the guys went out of their way to introduce me. “Oh, this here is Jordan Armstrong. She’s the little baller that’s gonna lead our women’s team back to the Final Four again.” Or something like that. And not once did I get the sense that it was done with any hint of mocking. I felt like I had truly won the respect of these guys as a capable basketball player. I’ll admit, my first couple of months on campus had been a little rocky – I sometimes have trouble making friends – but in these three hours or so since I met these guys and played basketball with them, I suddenly felt completely at home. Finally, after completely pigging out on pizza – I swear I had five pieces – we decided we were done and we all just got up and left. We weren’t given a check and there was no expectation from anybody that we would pay; we just bounced. I’m sure the owners of the place were plenty happy just to have some local celebrities stop in and continue to give the place street cred. From there, we headed back to Malcolm and Darrel’s apartment just a couple of minutes away; D.J. lived somewhere else, but apparently was a regular visitor. As we got out of the car and were heading into the apartment complex, Malcolm ran into a couple of girls who he was apparently familiar with. “Hey, what up, Malcolm?” called out one, a buxom bleach blonde who was obviously intoxicated. Her friend, an equally voluptuous brunette just sort of rolled her eyes at us from behind her ...

... friend. Malcolm chatted easily with the girls as we walked in from the parking lot before turning aside to me and sort of whispering: “These are my neighbors.” The neighbors walked with us to the door of the apartment which was already unlocked, as apparently Darrel and D.J has beaten us here. And, as we walked in, they followed us in, seemingly quite comfortable. The blonde – Karen – was in rare form, taking on the role of the “Woo!” girl; you know, the drunk girl that wants to party and yells out “Woo!” at random intervals. She was immediately annoying as hell. And, maybe I didn’t hide it all that well because, after sitting quietly on the couch for awhile while everyone else chatted, she pointed towards me and asked, to nobody in particular: “So, who’s this slut?” Malcolm immediately responded. “Aww, hell no. You best not be talking shit to my girl.” Karen didn’t know when to stop. “What? All I’m saying is she looks like a little whore.” That hurt my feelings something bad, but all three of the guys were on my side immediately. “Morgan,” Darrel said pointedly to the brunette, “you best get Karen on out of here and maybe shut her down for the night because she is out of line.” Morgan looked at me, mouthed the word “Sorry” and gave me the sweetest look before clinging on to Karen’s arm and trying to pull her away. I felt bad for Morgan. But, Karen did not go quietly, saying to Malcolm “Oh, come on, I’m just joking. Hey, to make it up to you, I’ll blow you real quick.” There ...