I wanted to write this FR to address one of the first things I ever read about PUA – that part of the DiCarlo ladder that indicates that kino and comfort levels can be transferred between women in a group. I wasn’t sure about the logic of that because I hadn’t ever seen it happen… until now.

Some necessary background: if you’ve read my FR’s before you know that I have a GF who is bi and who goes sarging with me. She is an HB9 who knows game, which is a pretty fearsome combination. But as you might guess, picking up girls as a couple is simply trickier, so we blow out a lot. However, we’ve had more threesomes than I can count and some polyamorous FWB’s. Before you ask, we don’t have any serious jealousy issues – just a lot of fun.

A few weeks ago I used some pretty standard game to pick up an HB7 who had come over to a block party by my house. Here’s a mini-FR of that. As I’m bouncing from set to set at the party I see HB7 talking to this really annoying guy who lives in my building, totally being cornered. I walk over, grab her hand, and give her a twirl, away from the other guy, totally AMOGing him. She’s surprised, but happy to be “rescued”, so I just keep going (swing dancing lessons are cheap kino). After I show her the cuddle position – pretty much full body kino, my front to her back – I ask her if she wants a martini. She say yes, I say, “let’s go up and make one.” I make her one and walk her straight to my bedroom and sit her down. My martinis are real panty-droppers (3 parts vodka, one part vermouth) so she’s loosening up in no time. After a few minutes my GF comes in (I don’t ever introduce her as such to girls) and starts talking too. I’m escalating the kino until her arm is fully around my waist and mine is around her shoulders. When my GF goes to the bathroom, I just lock eyes, move in, and make out with HB7 until my GF gets back. At this point we’ve been talking for maybe an hour. After that, sporadic making out occurs as my GF moves in more closely on the bed on the other side of her – then I make out with my GF in front of HB7 to show her the deal. Clothes start coming off and HB7 say “OK, but I’m not having a threesome.” I don’t respond, plow through LMR, and voila, threesome. At some point during the night I had looked deeply into HB7’s eyes and said “You’re bisexual.” Later she told me: “I always wondered if I was bisexual, but I didn’t seriously believe it until you told me.” We make sure to keep a nice FWB thing going for a few weeks and she actually turns into something of a girlfriend for us. This isn’t just because of the sex either – she actually turned out to be a genuinely sweet, low-maintenance friend. One night I’m busy writing a paper, so I tell the girls that they should go out without me. Little did I know that HB7 had invited her HB9 friend along, who I had been jonesing after all summer. We’ll call her the redhead.

The girls get back as I’m finishing up my work, and I pop open a bottle of champagne and make some stiff girly drink with gin and pineapple juice and we sit around my big square kitchen table chatting. I don’t know how much the redhead knows about what’s going on with my GF, HB7, and me, so I drop little hints to see if I can get a reaction, but I come up empty. I assume that HB7 is going to cockblock me, so I basically just look at the redhead as an opportunity to practice my game and nothing more. The redhead is sitting across the table from me – I talk more slowly and confidently than usual, maintain very strong eye-contact (like staring-contest strong) and neg her hard without letting up for about an hour. I can tell she’s beginning to view me sexually she pulls out her phone and brings up a friend of mine who’s been texting her. He’s not a PUA but has good looks and strong natural game, so I try not to compete with him. She says he’s been blowing up her phone all night and that he’s trying to meet her. I call her bluff : “Invite him up” I say “He and I are good friends, I’d be happy to see him.” She deflects this with a noncommittal “I don’t know… “ I jump on this opportunity and do a bit of PUA savvy hot-reading: “You don’t want to invite him up because he’s been texting you all night without stopping. He’s making himself a little bit too available, isn’t he?” She agrees, and for the rest of the night, avoiding him as a group becomes a joke and a game.

When my GF leaves the room and the redhead goes into the kitchen to get some ice, I know that the redhead will be back first. I grab HB7 and start making out with her, letting the redhead “catch” us in the act when she comes back into the room. I think this created a situation where everything was out in the open and went a long way to establishing sexual comfort and perhaps even a bit of jealousy. We all head into my bedroom and sit on my bed with drinks. Then, and this is what truly surprised me, HB7 starts putting the moves on the redhead as me and my GF watch in disbelief. This shy chick who’s just come out of the closet as a bisexual starts kinoing the redhead like a badass and is eventually kissing/caressing her neck with her fingertips while we talk. I keep the kino going by touching my GF and the redhead as well and eventually we’re all making out with each other, switching back and forth with different people to keep from coupling off, and stripping each other naked. All of this occurred without any spoken affirmation that we were on the way to a foursome. In one of the most erotic moments of my entire life, I watched two girls sliding over each other fondling each other in their underwear as I gave a g-spot orgasm to the hottest redhead I have ever met. Later, the redhead told me that this was also her first sexual experience with another woman, and intimated that I had somehow turned her bisexual.

Of course I can’t take complete credit for HB7’s amateur pivot action – that was pretty lucky. However, I can’t help thinking that chance favors the prepared mind.

TL;DR – I act as the pivot picking up a girl for my GF and I to share. A couple weeks later, our third becomes the pivot and picks up a fourth for us. A few good moments of classic game interspersed with sheer incredulity at what I have become.