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when Amber cornered me at a party late one night and asked if wanted to get together sometime.
    “I have a girlfriend,” I said a little defensively. A little regretfully.
    Amber shrugged and smiled, a delicious, sexy, confident smile that would have brought far stronger men than myself to their knees. “I like girls, too,” she whispered, running her finger around the edge of my ear. “Bring her along.”
    “What, are you serious?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
    “Yeah, I’m totally serious. Monica’s hot. I could get into both of you.”
    And that’s what put the idea into my head. Sure, male fantasy stuff was a huge part of it. I can’t deny that the thought of my beautiful, quiet Monica being kissed and touched by this sexy blonde—who could give the average Victoria’s Secret model a run for her money—was a huge turn on.
    But behind that was something darker. She wanted me to be more adventurous? Fine, I could do that. She wanted to show me that she could live without me? Two could play at that game.
    I started dropping hints to Monica, building her up to the idea gradually. At first, she thought I was joking. Then she thought I might have thought I was serious, but would never really go through with it. And gradually, she began to believe me when I said this was something I wanted to try, and to fall for my carefully placed hints and insinuations that if she really, really loved me, this would be a way to prove it.
    Which is how, late in the spring, after Monica’s trip had been finalized, the three of us found ourselves in my dorm room. Awed at what I was going to attempt, my roommate had made himself scarce. Amber, who was twenty-one, had listened carefully to my instructions to buy vodka and some quality mixers. Monica liked fruity, girly drinks, and I knew that beer wouldn’t go far in seducing her.
    Monica was nervous and reserved at first, but got giggly and more outgoing after a couple of drinks. I made sure the two girls sat on my bed while I took the chair. Amber kept the conversation lighthearted and mildly flirtatious, then, when Monica was almost done with her third sex on the beach, she reached over and pushed Monica’s long hair over her shoulder.
    “You have the prettiest hair,” she said to Monica.
    “Thank you,” said Monica quietly. I could tell she was nervous, and trying like anything to hide it.
    I held my breath.
    Amber leaned in and gently kissed the bare skin she’d exposed on Monica’s neck. Monica literally trembled at the touch, then closed her eyes and went still. Amber continued to kiss down her neck, and when Monica didn’t object, she lightly traced a finger down the other side of her neck, across her shoulder and down to her small, firm breast.
    I could see Monica shiver under Amber’s touch. Her eyes were still closed, but her head was tipped back and her mouth was open. Her lips were wet and her breathing was shallow.
    I’d never been so turned on in my life. I wasn’t sure at what point I should try to join in, or what would happen if I did. I might have simply sat there and stared with my mouth hanging open for the rest of the night, but Monica still held her drink in her left hand, and it was starting to tip. I reached over to take it from her before it spilled, and at the touch of my hand, her eyes opened and she looked directly at me.
    And that’s when I realized how badly I’d fucked up. She wasn’t turned on; she was terrified. Her big brown eyes glowed with embarrassment and confusion. She didn’t belong in this scene, and she knew it. She was just a sweet girl from Minnesota trying desperately to make her asshat boyfriend happy. She was drunk, desperate, and way out of her depth. I wasn’t literally forcing her to be there, but I might as well have been.
    She blinked as if she was coming out of a trance. “I have to go,” she mumbled, groping for her sweater and purse. “Sorry … I’m just … I have to go.” And she stumbled out the door,