My First Threesome

Turning 21 came with a decision, to travel alone on my birthday.

I’ve always loved being with myself, reflecting on what I’ve lived through and where I want to go. And after ending a relationship, I was enjoying every second of my freedom — for the first time truly enjoying being single, having no-strings sex, simply existing without answering to anyone.

Jamaica was my chosen destination. I wanted sun, sand, and the opportunity to be far from everything familiar.

I chose to stay at a hotel — yes, at 21 — because I wanted that feeling of freedom, of meeting people from all over the world, of being open to the unknown.

And it was there, among travelers of all ages, that I met that German couple who would change how I view sex and relationships.

On my birthday night, alcohol was flowing freely. I’d never felt so free, so stripped of expectations.

At three in the morning, when everyone was stumbling back to their rooms, my boldness took over and I asked directly: “Are you tired or do you want to have some fun?”

I wasn’t talking about board games, and we all knew it.

He immediately said yes, his eyes gleaming with desire, but she was too drunk and went to sleep. I didn’t take it personally, we exchanged flirty messages where he confessed he had already noticed the bulge in my pants, and each went to our separate rooms, with me imagining what it would be like to taste them both.