The Trio

As the train doors closed Samantha grabbed Alison by the arm and, sticking a finger in her face said "Fine, but you can't call me a slut anymore." Through the window I watched them take off running towards the turnstiles as the train pulled out of the station. I was only going two more stops and the rest of the ride was uneventful. On the way home I tried to avoid passing too close to the couple of people I saw- I was paranoid that they would recognize the very conspicuous cum stains on my shirt and know what they were.

Finally getting home I sat in the dark for a while thinking about my night. I was so worked up, I knew I would not be able to get to sleep. Despite the fact that I just blown a load half an hour ago I found myself as horny as ever from thinking about it. I took off my shirt, pants and underwear. As my briefs hit the floor I heard the sound of crinkling paper in the darkness and felt something lightweight hit my foot. Picking it up, I walked over to the light and turned it on. In my hand was a one-dollar bill with a lipstick kiss on one side and a note on the other. The note read:

HAD FUN TONIGHT,

WANT MORE?

CALL ME,

SAM

Her number was scrawled across the rest of the bill.

Folding it up I put it in my wallet, turned off the lights and went to bed where I relived the night's encounter in a thousand variations before going to sleep.

I did meet them again but those stories will have to be told another time.