Ruby a Smith

The Taste Test: A Lesbian Menage a Trois Ruby a Smith

It was in college that I tried.

It was there that I met the man who would later propose to me-the man I reminded myself again that I loved.

It was there that I was told I needed to experiment-not by Matt, though he wouldn't have complained-but by everyone.

My parents, my friends, and even my lecturers were adamant that I was too hard on myself.

I was young.

I needed to get out there.

I had to live a little.

The question I had to ask myself was, how do I live a little?

What did that mean?

Did I need to do something specific to meet this idea of living?

That was when Matt, unaware of my inner turmoil, asked me if I would ever have a threesome.

A threesome.

The solution to all my problems. That seemed like living a little, getting out there, being adventurous. So, I shrugged and we brushed it off, never bringing it up again, but Matt didn't know that after that, I began actively looking for a woman.