In college, I had a group of friends that I would drink with at least once a week, but usually more. We were all students but of various lifestyles. The group consisted of a skinny but wild party girl, Liz, and a fairly athletic gay guy named Colby. Colby had a certain resemblance to the guy who I had gotten my first two blowjobs from.
The three of us routinely partied at one of our apartments. During one of our parties, things started getting out of hand. Colby always dressed nicely, but as he would drink more, he would strip more. This particular evening, he took off his button-down revealing a white undershirt. He had nice arms and a nice midsection as well.
During one of his many trips to the bathroom, Liz turned to me and said "You know he likes you?" It was kinda obvious that he was hitting on and checking me out all evening, but I tried to change the topic. I told her "You know I like you, right?" She blushed at that, but then got this suspicious look on her face. "What would you do to get me?" she asked. "I'd do whatever you want."
At that point, the bathroom door down the hall opened and Colby returned. Out of nowhere, Liz suggested we go party in her room instead of the cold kitchen. We all grabbed a drink and disappeared into her bedroom. As soon as we were in there, she told me to kiss Colby. I gave her a shocked look, but she told me if I wanted to make out with her, I needed to pass through Colby first.