Confessions From Abroad: Colombian Threesome

Confessions, Daily Blend, lisette | admin | February 13, 2011 at 9:21 am

By: Boogie Nights Bogota

For over a year, my nomadic French friend Marcel begged me to visit him in Bogota, where he was making a living as a French tutor. Coincidentally, most of his students were beautiful Colombian girls. I had secretly always wanted to hook up with him, but the distance and my refusal to be yet another notch on his well-traveled belt kept my libido at bay. After months of Marcel’s incessant pleading, I finally agreed to visit him. He promised “we will make a fucking great party,” and after a rough year in college, I badly needed to get down and dirty.

I was not to be disappointed. My first night in Bogota, Marcel whipped out two innocuous little bags of blow and a massive bag of marijuana. Two grams, three joints, and one bottle of aguardiente later, we were ready to party. The second Marcel and I got in the taxi, we started making out. Maybe it was the booze or the blow talking, but I couldn’t stop. Right when Marcel started sliding his hands up my dress, the cab came to a screeching halt.

When we got to the nightclub, a gorgeous Colombian girl came up to Marcel and kissed him on the cheek. She started giggling and whispering something to him when he abruptly interrupted her to introduce us to each other. “This is Carolina, one of my students,” he said to me. Carolina shot me the iciest look and walked off. I shrugged it off and ordered some drinks.

The next few hours was a blur of mixed drinks, raunchy dancing and inconspicuous key bumps (courtesy of whichever kind Colombian I happened to be standing next to). Around four in the morning, I bumped into Carolina again on the dance floor. Ignoring how bitchy she was earlier, I pulled her over to me and we started dancing . There was no denying this girl was hot and to my surprise, Carolina was really getting into it. As we grinded on each other to the beat of the music, a crowd of lusty-eyed guys started forming around us. As much as I wanted to make out with her, I didn’t want to put on a live show for a bunch of horny guys. Luckily, Marcel rushed to the rescue and suggested that we go home.

Carolina, however, didn’t want the night to end and demanded to know where we were going. When we said home, she insisted on coming along. A very pleasantly surprised Marcel shouted “yes” before she could change her mind. When we got back to Marcel’s place, Carolina and I picked up where we left off. This time Marcel joined in. In the morning, Marcel’s roommate walked in the living room to find the three of us passed out naked on the sleeper sofa, with two used condoms on the floor beside us.

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