You Never Forget Your First Foursome!

Reminded of one of Blanche Dubois' great lines: "Sometimes there's God - so quickly."

I may be overly dramatic (who, me?) BUT: that's pretty much the bottom (no unintended pun intended) line on Sunday evenings successful group event chez moi.  In the tiny living room. On the hardwood floor.  How else do you explain a spontaneous, HOT, and successful event?  Sure, I had  a little something to do with putting together exactly the right combination BUT, ultimately, these things are in the hands of a Higher Power.  Craigslist, Manhunt.

So yeah. Anyway.  There we were, four "buddies" having at it in the dimming light of evening, blinds drawn, pants down, clothes all the way off.  It came together (again - that's unintended but appropriate) pretty smoothly.  A post I had responded to (yes, I still do that.  Apparently.) answered back:  Hi, it's Chris.  (Name not changed at all.) We got together a few times.... which we had.  At work, at home. He's a makeout king, and kinda cute at 26.  He wanted to put a group together for some "good fun," which appealed to me.   When I started asking questions:  who else is coming?  Do they have photos?  Etc., we began the complicated business of forwarding emails from interested parties.

One of whom I had, uh, "gotten together with" a few times before as well.  I am starting to feel like a slut. And I kinda like the feeling.  (Remember Looking for Mr. Goodbar?  One of those movies I had NO idea why my mother had taken us to.  It had a profound effect - I liked the idea of doing Good Work during the day, and whoring around at night.  Go figure.)  I contacted Kevin (also his Real Name) AND threw in a tall, sexy, partnered "buddy" (we'll need to start a Gay-pedia site for definitions) and, within a half hour, each showed up in my tiny living room.  I gotta get new furniture.  Sex on recliners is - no, wait a minute: it's HOT - awkward?

What's the protocol in these situations?  What would Emily Post suggest?  Snacks?  I had no beer/soda/water to offer.  Next time I'll offer hors d'oeuvres.  (Sp?)  We chatted individually, and a few awkward moments of group discussion.  "What do we do next?"  And the pants came off.  Chris was on the floor, cute/chubby sorta guy, friendly, willing.  We three let him get the ball rolling, then hands and mouths started wandering....Heavy sigh.  Men made out.  With each other.  It was fun.  Everyone had a good time, there were no injuries, and we left agreeing to do this again.  Soon. Like, tomorrow night.  Possibly adding a few more to the mix.

I gotta get some pillows.