Threesome with My Best Friend and a Stranger (In a Dressing Room for Heaven’s Sake!)An FFM Ménage a Trois in PublicMy friend and I were just hanging around catching rays at the water park when she made an offhand comment about becoming lesbian so she wouldn’t have to deal with men anymore. It would have just been a joke if the hot stranger hadn’t shown up. It still wouldn’t have led to anything if she hadn’t been stunned by his good looks. It probably wouldn’t have involved me if she hadn’t grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him to the dressing room. It still wouldn’t… oh who the hell am I kidding? I had my first lesbian sex and a ménage a trois, and I did it all out in public!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during an FFM threesome sex encounter. It includes first lesbian sex, rough sex, reluctant sex, public sex, and more. It is intended for mature adults who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview:“Yeah?” Vito leaned into Yves then, his hand trailing up her back. “We can leave if you want.”Yves tightened her hold on my wrist and pulled me to her. “Not yet,” she murmured.And then her mouth was on mine.I was so taken aback that I actually put my hands up to her chest to push her away. The second my palms flattened against her breasts, however, she moaned into my mouth, and I was thrown off even more. Her lips were soft and moist, and her skin was hot on mine where it touched. I tasted the thick taste of coconut and pineapple from the piña colada she’d been sipping, and I wondered if she could taste the icy strawberry of my margarita.She released my wrist and slid her hand around to the small of my back, then dropped it lower until it lingered on my ass. I wasn’t sure how to react, but despite the hundreds of thoughts running through my head, I couldn’t deny that the insides of my thighs were growing warm. Yves was beautiful, and even though I’d never kissed a woman before, she wasn’t a bad place to start.I was thrown off balance all of a sudden, and I realized it was because Vito was pushing us toward one of the private dressing rooms—which, despite being new, were still the standard, low-end, three-walled nooks with a curtain to shield yourself from public view. Yves and I stumbled through the curtain, which billowed around us in protest, and Vito fiddled with it to try and block out any openings. I barely had time to collect myself before Yves pushed me up against the wall and smashed her mouth against mine again. Her fingers wound into the ties of my bikini top and tugged. The top slid off of my chest like butter and landed on the floor in a small heap.