Bobby Dean
My dreams have come true!
Finally, after all these years I’m one week away from ending my dry spell. I cannot tell you the last time I was lucky enough to participate in a proper threesome! Two girls, one guy, and oh so much fun to be had by all!
Daytona Diamonds, and Ria Lockhart, and ME! “Beautiful” Bobby Dean. The threesome to end all threesomes. The only way to make it better would be to have Lindsay Troy join in and make it a proper four-way! But then again, ole LT might be too much lady for me to handle.
I have to admit, I’m getting a little nervous. A three way to open the show. Talk about pressure to perform. It’s been so long I’m afraid that I’ve forgotten all about proper three-way etiquette.
That train of thought is what made me think, perhaps it’s best if I ask someone for some helpful advice. Who better to ask than the person who knows everything?
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
The muffled sounds on the other side of the door begins to fade as I hear the approaching footsteps of someone who doesn’t want to be disturbed. The door swings open and the annoyed face of my child, Annabelle Dean, looks back at me. Just over her shoulder are four of her friends from school, all sitting around enjoying the last slumber party of their summer break.
“What.” Annabelle demands.
“I’m sorry to bother you kiddo, but I got a question and I don’t know who else to ask.” I offer, stammering, beating around the bush instead of simply throwing it out there. “I’m about to walk into a situation and I’m afraid I’ve been out of the game so long, I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
Her eyes soften momentarily as her friends all respond with “Awwww’s.” But then she realizes who she’s talking to and her look hardens once more as she crosses her arms over her chest, and her hip cocks out, in a stance that clearly shows she’s about to lose her shit.
“What situation.” Annabelle again demands.
“My first three-way in many years.” I admit with a small amount of pride.
“Dad!” Annabelle screams as her mortified friends all squeal out in abject horror.
“What?” I ask innocently, “I don’t want to fuck it up.”
The door slams in my face as the room fills with laughter.
Shit.
I have a feeling I’m going to screw this up, and make a complete fool of myself!
Just as I turn around to leave the door to my daughter’s room opens once more and Annabelle sticks her out, a mischievous gleam reflects in her eyes as she looks at me with a slight smirk. “You do realize Daytona Diamonds is a man, right?”
“WHAT!?” I demand as the door slams closed once more. “NOOOoooooooooooo! But that’s the perfect stripper name!”
Yup! Definitely gonna screw this one up!