Despite putting up with my taunting him occasionally about his unusual first name, Rolf has been my best friend since childhood. He’s a great guy and I’ve always admired almost hero-worshipped him. Okay, what does it matter that his name sounds like a dog’s bark?)

He usually scores even better at high school academic tests than I do, and is an accomplished fencer in both epee and foil. He got to what I think Americans call second base (stroking boobs), and third base (fingering cunt) a long time before I did. In fact, by the time I was getting to second base with Sophie he had hit home runs (vaginal intercourse) with more than one girl. If I got that wrong I’m sure someone will correct me.)

Rolf, Sophie, and me are all high school seniors in the same class. I’ve been going steady with Sophie for two years, ever since we were sixteen. Rolf seems more inclined towards casual relationships but I don’t envy his popularity with girls. I have Sophie.

Made in the mould of Paris Hilton, Sophie is a rather petite gamin blonde with fine features, short hair, and slender limbs. I don’t need to describe how I feel about her; you can imagine that for yourself. We went all the way after six months of going steady, and still make love whenever we get the opportunity that being somewhat limited because parents tend to be protective of their dependent daughters.

Like Paris, Sophie doesn’t come from a poor family not that they’re millionaires in the same league as the Hiltons. Her parents are just partners in a small law firm, but more comfortably off than my parents. My father is in advertising and my mother is a senior nurse at the main hospital.

When I’m at Sophie’s place I sometimes get the impression her parents think she could do better in the boyfriend stakes. I guess the saving grace is that they accept her choice, for the time being, and like me as a person. Not, I suspect, that they would lose any sleep if Sophie switched her affections to someone from a family that was among their circle of friends.

Rolf, on the other hand, lives in a solo-parent situation with his divorced mother. Only she isn’t actually divorced, he’s confided to me. Rolf is illegitimate a politer word than some would use if they knew. He has no idea who his father is, and his mother is certainly from the wrong side of the tracks in relation to Sophie’s family.

Fortunately, my parents are liberal enough to accept my ongoing friendship with Rolf, and have helped his mother financially over the years. Sophie gets on well with him, like he’s my twin brother, and we sometimes double date, though not with her parents knowledge.

Sophie’s an angel about him, really, and isn’t jealous of our long-standing friendship. We always have fun when we’re together, even when Rolf doesn’t have a date.

Like me, Rolf thinks Sophie looks like Paris Hilton, and she kind of accepts she does but doesn’t like anyone making too much of it. I guess she feels she’s her own woman.

It was Rolf who suggested I should make a porn video with Sophie for my own enjoyment an idea he put to me in private, prompted by my parents buying me a DVD camera for my eighteenth birthday. I can’t say his idea didn’t appeal to me not that I thought Sophie would be a party to anything like the infamous video that Paris Hilton starred in. (I only know about that by reputation, of course). If Sophie was also familiar with it, I didn’t ascertain, but she specifically declined to have any sex acts included.

What she did do and quite eagerly to my surprise was perform a cheeky striptease on camera and cavort about our house in the nude after school one day, letting me fill up a whole tape of delightfully captured memories, some of very lurid poses.

Naturally, Rolf kept asking if I had put the proposition to Sophie yet, and I made excuses for a week after the filming had taken place.

“You’re too yellow to ask her, he finally said in exasperation. “I respect her too much, I tried another excuse. “It’s not like you’re gonna put it out on the Web or anything. If she loves you she’d be happy to give a private show. She wouldn’t be the first girl to let her boyfriend film her nude. I smugly procrastinated over telling him the truth, That doesn’t mean all girls are the same. Sophie’s modest.”

“She’s never struck me as being that much of a prude. “What would you know? “I know you’re a lucky prick having her. “I wouldn’t if I asked her to do something like that.”

Actually, I hadn’t thought about the risk of losing Sophie until after I’d asked her, willing to take a refusal but never doubting our relationship would survive either way.

“Then you can’t really believe she loves you, Rolf accused. That stung. “Oh yeah? “Yeah! “What if I said I’d already filmed her? “I wouldn’t believe you. “Yeah? I challenged. “Yeah. “Well, I have. “Prove it. “You’re kidding me. “Show me the video, he was as relentless as usual when he wanted his own way.

“I’m not going to show you something that private! “I thought we were best friends. “If we were you wouldn’t ask me. “Then I don’t believe you.”

That crack, in its context, was the severest challenge our friendship had faced since we became teenagers. I was struck dumb.

“So are you going to prove it or not? I said, I’ll only let you watch the first couple of minutes. “That sounds fair enough.”

Trusting him, I went upstairs and retrieved the edited and lurid amateur movie from its hiding place, and brought it back to the living room.

“So there really is one, he said.

I turned on the television and inserted the disc in the player. Taking the remote, I sat on the sofa beside him again.

Sophie appeared on screen, dressed of course, looking gorgeous, fooling around, and play-acting sexy.

Then I pressed the stop button on the remote. Believe me now?”

“Nope, he said. Every guy has a video like that of his girlfriend. It doesn’t prove anything. “I’m not showing her to you with her clothes off. “That’s because you couldn’t get her to do it. “Oh yeah? “Yeah.”

Angrily, I re-started the DVD and let it run until Sophie had taken off her shirt and, on the big screen, had just unhooked her bra at the back. Then I stopped it again.

“Hey! That was just getting interesting. “You’ve seen enough to prove my point, I countered.

He could have denied it but he was too clever for another test of wills. Okay, he said, you’re a lucky bastard having someone that loves you like Sophie does. I just wish I’d been able to get close enough to a girl to have her do something like that for me.”

He was my best pal and I felt sorry for him, but not in proportion to how pleased I felt with myself. Your turn will come. He grinned. Until it does, what say you show me the rest of it? “Sophie would kill me. “Who says she has to know?”

I knew he could be trusted, but there was still a natural jealousy over the idea of letting another guy (best friend or not) see what Sophie looked like nude, let alone in some of the provocative positions she’d assumed for my visual stimulation during the shoot.

“It’s personal, I said. It’s bad enough I let you see her in her bra. “Hey, I’ve seen her in a bikini, so it’s hardly more revealing. “The rest of the DVD is. “No kidding.”

We stopped talking, waiting each other out, and stared at the blue screen with the word Resume at the top corner.

“Be a pal, he wheedled. “If she was your girlfriend I wouldn’t ask. “If she was my girlfriend you wouldn’t need to.”

He had a point there. Rolf had always been prepared to share his more meagre possessions with me, and his experiences. Though, to me, this request was more like asking to share a girlfriend.

Even so, I didn’t want to appear the mean-spirited one. Okay, I said, but you don’t mention it to anyone.”

Pressing the play button reluctantly I let the recording resume its run.

We both watched the moving images with avid interest, Rolf adding comments like, Wow! She’s got tits to rival Hilton’s too She’s quite the stripper Man! Look how her nipples have grown. Then, in an awed voice, Wouldn’t she look even more great if she shaved her pussy? Shit that looks tight. How do you get it in her? Not that he really wanted answers. Now I see. On the screen Sophie was holding herself open for a frontal close-up. Fuck! She’s even gone wet must enjoy showing it off as much as she looks like she is Can you beat that cheeky smile! Can’t see her clit yet Oops, there it is. Sophie’s fingers had teased it out of its sheath. Gawd, how did you hold back from jumping her on the spot Then, Wow! She’s quite the dancer. I haven’t seen anything better at one of the local strip joints. The girl has career prospects

I resented that last comment but kept it to myself, just like I had noticing the erection in his pants. I could hardly object since I had a boner of my own, a natural reaction to seeing Sophie without a stitch on.

When the DVD finished, Rolf’s final comment was, Man you’ll have to get her to shave and make another video! “I could hardly ask her do that! “Has she seen it yet? “Only on the little camera screen. “I guess you’ve jerked off to it a few times, he chuckled.

I didn’t confirm or deny.

“Why don’t you ring Sophie and invite her round to watch it on the big screen while I’m here? I was derisive. You’re kidding. Anyhow, I thought we were going to spend the rest of the afternoon by ourselves? “I wouldn’t mind if Sophie joined us.”

Actually, I was aching to see her, but I wasn’t going to admit it or agree to Rolf’s crazy idea. I’ll get her round, I said, but not to embarrass her like that. Rolf grinned, She might get a kick out of it.”

I didn’t take him seriously so dialled her number on my cell phone. She accepted the invitation even after I’d told her Rolf was with me.

When the front door chimed I went to answer it.

If I hadn’t trusted him so implicitly I guess I might have anticipated what Rolf would do. Sophie’s intimate DVD was re-playing when we entered the living room together. The remote control was in Rolf’s hand.

“Hi, he said cheerfully to Sophie, as if everything was normal, turning his head away from the screen for a moment.

Sophie stopped dead. My face turned red and I hurried past her towards the TV. “Don’t, I heard her call, guessing my intention.

I turned round, dumfounded. She stood still for a moment, watching her image on the screen then, keeping her eyes on it, moved over to the sofa and sat next to Rolf in front of the TV set.

My mind was trying to figure out what was going on. Was it as simple as it looked, Sophie just being vain and wanting to see herself on the big screen?

But how could she be comfortable with Rolf seeing it? Why didn’t she throw a tantrum about my letting him know about the DVD? Had she expected I would show someone else? Did that stoke her vanity?

Feeling like a fool just standing there, I moved back wordlessly and sat on the other side of Sophie. The three of us were close together, hips touching. I soon got caught up, as much as they were, in the erotic scenes.

Enthralled by a particularly revealing backward arch Sophie was performing on screen, I did not notice Rolf undoing his flies and taking out his cock. It was already exposed and standing to attention when I saw it from the corner of my eye.

Sophie was staring at it with a mixture of shocked surprise and reproachful lust. Trouble was, I couldn’t tell if she was reproaching him for taking it out or herself for taking such a fascinated interest in it.

Rolf, meantime, had gripped the middle of his shaft with one hand, still watching the screen and, as if he was alone, started jerking off.

I’d well and truly lost my tongue even before Sophie’s right hand slid over his and took its place on his swollen member.

Believe it or not, my first thought was that she felt sorry for Rolf. Then a darker part of me started whispering in my ear. Did she have the hots for him all along? Or was she just turned on by seeing another guy get a stiffie from watching her video?

For two years she and I had been exclusive, or I had. No reason she gave, my heart told me, could excuse what she was doing right in front of me.

I started to wonder if Sophie led a secret life with other guys. My heart didn’t want to believe it, and I doubted such infidelities, if they’d happened, would have been kept from me since I knew there had to be other guys who fancied having Sophie all to themselves.

Yet, even if she was innocent until now, it didn’t stop her casually jerking off another guy right beside me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a girlfriend to do. I couldn’t figure her out. Then again, I never had over so many things, like her agreeing to make the DVD for instance. Maybe her sexuality was just more advanced than mine. Not that I really believed it justified her acting in the flesh like a willing porn star.

I half blamed Rolf, but he hadn’t put her hand on his cock or forced her to keep the DVD playing. But he was enjoying both, and I didn’t know which one watch to be less embarrassed by her behaviour.

I chose Sophie in the flesh. She was looking down intently at what she was doing, and there was no way her gaze was going to meet mine. I could have said something, but for the life of me I didn’t know what. Rolf, despite the scurrilous thing he was letting Sophie do to him, was still my best friend, and I wasn’t going to jump him, and throttle him, not while Sophie was the one taking the initiative. If anyone’s relationship was at risk it was hers with me.

I got back to thinking charitably that she was just kindly helping him out of pity because he was such a close friend. Then my darker side set me wondering if it was her way of punishing me for letting Rolf see the DVD.

By that stage Rolf was groaning rapturously and I knew from experience how he felt in the intimate clasp of Sophie’s hand.

She increased her pace enthusiastically and, quickly thereafter, produced a gusher that ended up subsiding over her fingers.

Sophie looked around for something to wipe her hand on, and I produced a handkerchief. She used it then let it drop to the carpet beside the sofa, guessing rightly that I didn’t want to take it back.

There should have been an aftermath of guilt for Rolf and Sophie, but she diverted it by asking me if I wanted relief too. At my young age, that’s not an offer you can pass up lightly, whatever the circumstances.

Sophie sweetened her offer by pulling off her T-shirt and unhooking her bra. She shed it before she knelt between my feet in just her Jeans.

I wasn’t happy about Rolf seeing her cute tits in the flesh, but I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity myself just to prevent it, rationalizing that he had already seen them on screen, and more.

After all, I was crazy in love with her!

Sophie, with a bit of help from me, undid my belt and zipper and pulled my pants, under with outer, down to my knees.

Rolf and I, in our early teens, weren’t shy about showing off our erections to each other, or even masturbating and, after seeing Sophie openly give him relief”, I certainly wasn’t going to feel embarrassed about her doing the same for me while he watched and he definitely seemed intent on sticking around.

I didn’t anticipate why. When he knelt behind her and took hold of her tits with both hands Sophie’s small fingers already had me in the thrills of sexual delight.

I didn’t want her to let go of my cock, but I did expect her to shake off and rebuff Rolf’s amorous attentions, even if being nice about it. Despite that, all I witnessed happening was an increase in the rate of her breathing as she pretended nonchalance about what was going on between her and Rolf.

If she hadn’t kept concentrating, just as hard as ever, on manual stimulation of my cock I might have had the sense to call a halt.

As it was, sense wasn’t what I had a lot of what with a frontal view of the TV and the images playing on it, the sight of Rolf fondling Sophie’s perky tits, and her hand stroking the shaft and head of my cock,. On the other hand, I had plenty of raw sensitivity of the physical kind, and mental stimulation to go with it.

In the end, when Sophie had my cum at the boil, Rolf instinctively let go of her breasts so she could squirt my warm ejaculate on them. It erupted like water from an electric kettle when its automatic off-switch fails, as mine certainly had, surging out of the spout.

Sophie found the handkerchief again and brazenly cleaned off her breasts right in front of us. No one was looking at the TV screen anymore.

Sophie glanced at her watch. What time do your parents get home? I checked the time anxiously, having lost track. Not for another couple of hours, I told her, relieved. “That gives us plenty of time then, she said matter-of-factly, rising to her feet.

With the TV images flickering behind her, and partly obscured, she undid the waistband of her Jeans. Kicking off her sandals she lowered the last substantial garment she had on and lifted one leg after the other out of it, not as a striptease but with purpose. She confirmed it by asking, How long will it take you two to recover? Rolf was quick off the mark, saying, With the right sort of foreplay it shouldn’t take me long.”

If I hadn’t already been dumbfounded by her asking the question I would have been by the realization she wanted to make love to both of us.

“You don’t mind sharing me with your best friend, do you? she asked coyly.

Hell! What can I guy say without seeming selfish?

But what had happened to monogamous love?

Is polygamy what girls did these days? I’d been going out for so long only with Sophie that maybe I didn’t know the score. Other girls, I recalled, openly changed partners as regularly as the boys.

Was this a compromise Sophie had reached instead of splitting up? Was it preferable to losing her? That was quite a dilemma, especially with Sophie standing there in just a white thong.

I vocalised a thought that seemed relevant to share, You mean just this once?”

Sophie and Rolf exchanged a look. She turned her head back to me and I saw the familiar fondness for me in her expression. I don’t know about Rolf, but I’d like it to be ongoing. I looked at Rolf. He said, Then it’s really up to you, mate. “But what does that mean for us? I asked Sophie, feeling hurt and puzzled. “It means I’d love you both, and sometimes you’ll love me together, like now, and sometimes by yourself, and Rolf likewise. I’ll make sure neither of you misses out. “That sounds like a good arrangement to me, mate, Rolf jumped in.

My thoughts whined at Sophie: What about fidelity? What about all your promises to love only me? I felt betrayed.

“And we both stay faithful to you? I heard my own voice ask. “That would be essential for a harmonious relationship, Sophie said. I don’t want to catch any STD. “That arrangement’s okay with me, Rolf said, but why Sophie looked like she trusted him to change his spots I didn’t know. “You two haven’t already done it have you? I looked at them suspiciously.

Sophie said immediately, I wouldn’t do something like that behind your back, darling. Rolf shook his head with his own confirmation. “When did you decide you wanted to? I hadn’t seen it coming. “I’ve always liked Rolf as a friend, Sophie said, and this afternoon I realised it went deeper than that.”

Somehow it didn’t seem so bad that it had just happened.

“So will you share me with Rolf? Sophie was looking at me with big blue eyes.

Considering I was willing to die for her it didn’t seem too big an ask.

I folded, qualifying, Provided no one else finds out. You can’t go out in public with him on a date unless I’m with you. “Okay, Rolf said agreeably. That’s fair. You were her boyfriend first. It was Sophie’s turn to nod agreement, her tits jiggling with the movement of her head.

Which left us all in a hiatus, Rolf fully clothed beside me on the sofa, me with my pants round my knees, and Sophie, down to her knickers, standing in front of us while the TV screen showed images of the delightful parts she had yet to expose in the flesh.

The DVD was coming to an end, and the trivial thought crossed my mind that I would have to make sure I hid the disc again before my parents got home.

“So, it’s all agreed then? Sophie said cheerfully as if we’d just decided where we were going for a coffee, or something equally inconsequential. Neither Rolf nor I dissented. “Good.”

I think her bravado was masking shyness somehow, something I’d rather thought she would have lost under the circumstances.

“Do you want me to go in another room? I asked them considerately. Rolf left the decision to Sophie. “Do you want to? I couldn’t giver an answer without thinking hard about it first, and she was patient.

I really didn’t want to watch Sophie making love to somebody else. I think so, I said.

She looked almost disappointed, but said, I understand. It seemed she genuinely did. “Maybe I’ll get used to the idea another time, I said, sadly thinking ahead to the consequences of the strange new arrangement we’d made.

Pulling up my pants, I made as dignified an exit as I could without tucking in my shirt and doing up my belt.

Sophie came to me in my upstairs bedroom later, carrying all her clothes. I could smell she’d had sex.

“Rolf’s gone home, she said, placing her bundle on a chair. She walked towards the bed, self-aware of her youthful nakedness, and looking exquisitely beautiful.

I told myself there was nothing to blame her for; she was mine again, and I could see in her expression she still loved me. As a consequence of what had happened I knew her better, at least in her sexuality. If she wanted two guys then I was rewarded enough by being one of them.

From the foot of the bed she bent over and unfastened my trousers again. As she dragged them off I shed my T-shirt. She slivered up my body, running her soft breasts over my thighs then my genitals and belly, and coming to rest on my chest.

Her groin settled on me, her pubic hair damp.

I blocked out any thoughts of what she would have done downstairs after I left.

“I love you, Martin, she said, reaching behind and pulling my cock up between her legs at the back, the slippery wetness there making it stiffen more. She started riding my pubic bone, my cock bouncing around sometimes in contact with her hair-fringed vulva and sometimes not. I stroked her slender back and shoulders and strained to keep my cock not only upright but also as much as possible in contact with the tantalising softness of her labia.

“Do you love me? she asked. I said because my heart felt I had no choice, I love you.”

She added even more enthusiasm to her humping, bringing her cunt repeatedly back along my cock so that I could feel the lips splitting wetly over the shaft.

Her belly lifted off mine. Then I felt her hand between my legs again, leading to that indescribably beautiful feeling of physical and emotional delight as my cock slid into her.

This was the cunt of the girl I loved. Her desire to share it with two guys seemed just a foible compared to its loveliness. She was my Paris Hilton, lusted after by millions of men or Sophie would be if she were a celebrity.

I knew she could have had any one of the guys at school, but she had chosen me to be the first, and to stay with me. She hadn’t dropped me for my best friend, simply reached out and drawn him into polygamous intimacy.

“Oh shit, your cock feels so beautiful!”

I stopped thinking about her and Rolf and got swept away by pleasuring her and being pleasured. She raised herself on her arms and I lifted my mouth to her breasts, shifting it from one prominent pink nipple to the other.

“Oh shit, Martin, that feels so good!”

She was riding me vigorously, as I would have her if I had been on top. Either way, the base of my cock mashed her spongy labia each time she plunged me deep inside her lubricated sheath. Our flesh-covered pubic bones were grinding together, my balls nestling in her butt cheeks.

Her breath was coming in and out in short gasps, breaking up her next exclamation, Shoot it into me, Martin…fill my pussy with it!”

I let go of the rising tide in my groin, and she squealed in delight, arching her back for a moment and pushing her hips into mine.

It was only then I had the thought that Rolf’s cum had contributed some of the wetness I had been thrusting my cock into. A weird feeling came over me. Camaraderie? Rivalry? I didn’t know.

Emotionally spent as Sophie pulled off me after her own climax, I just accepted she was carrying spunk in her vagina from two guys. That somehow made her seem sexier than ever.

When she cuddled up nude in my arms I quit thinking about anything else but how much I loved her.

Ending 1:

I woke when the door banged closed downstairs.

Realising I must have drifted off to sleep inadvertently, and that my parents were home, I leapt out of bed and hurriedly tugged on my Jeans and T-shirt. Her shoulders bare, Sophie, slept on blissfully under the sheet, looking innocent and beautiful.

I hauled loafers onto my bare feet as I hurried along the upstairs hallway, and was going downstairs when I heard my name called in my father’s familiar voice. Did it sound disapproving?

“This has to be yours, he said when I reached the living room, holding up a shiny disk on one finger. I tried to look as if I didn’t know anything about it. “The DVD player was on when I came in, he said.

Had Rolf left the Sophie-porn playing again when he left, or was it just the TV that had been on?

“Best not to let your mother see it, I think, my father said, liberal as usual. I hope you and Sophie are using protection.”

Blushing, I nodded dumbly, realising my father probably thought a girl who let herself be filmed in the buff, like he’d just seen, was promiscuous and putting me at risk of STDs. Actually, we weren’t using condoms; Sophie was just on the Pill.

I took the disc from him, gripping it at the edges.

“Is she upstairs? he interrupted my thoughts. “Yes, I told him. She came over after school. I wondered how much of the video he had watched. Rolf was here too for a while, I added, implying Sophie and I had not spent the whole time together. It seemed the right thing to say.

I wondered what he would think of Sophie, and me, if he knew that Rolf was now fucking her as well, and that I’d gone along with it. How far would his easy tolerance go, I wondered.

“Perhaps you should invite Sophie down before your mother gets home, my father suggested tolerantly.

Upstairs, Sophie was sitting in the bed with the sheet pulled up to her neck. Love was still in her eyes.

Ending 2:

“This has to be yours, my father said, holding up a shiny disc with his finger through the hole in the middle.

I went over wordlessly and took it from him, recognising from the cover he had in his hand that it was the chic-flick Sophie had brought over after school. She and I had been watching it before we went upstairs.

Needless to say I was glad it wasn’t the sort of disc I had just been dreaming about, and relieved that my nightmare of Sophie wanting me to let her share her body with Rolf was nothing more than some Freudian perversion in my mind. I had no intention of confessing about it to her or Rolf.

“Is Sophie here? my father asked. “Yes. She’s upstairs. “Your mother will be home soon. Even though she was as liberal as my father, he often seemed to want to protect her from the raw reality that I was occasionally having sex with Sophie in our home.

I was really grateful neither of them ever mentioned it directly. It was just tacitly understood.

“Okay, I said. I’ll go up and get Sophie to come down. “Let her freshen up first if she likes, he said, looking at my bare ankles as I retreated. I flushed, wondering if he had formed a picture in his head of her naked in our shower. He had that kind of look in his eye.

Ending 3:

I came round feeling groggy. Someone was shaking me by the shoulder. I was in my bedroom. Sophie and Rolf were sitting on the bed at my side. We were all fully clothed, unlike the situation in my wild imaginings.

“What sort of trip was it, man? Rolf was asking. “I was worried, Sophie said. You were tossing and turning and muttering like a crazy after you passed out. I thought it was going to be a downer. She looked relived I seemed okay.

“Was it kinky stuff you were dreaming? Rolf wanted to know. Sophie threw him a reproachful look. “I thought you went home, I said to Rolf, confused by what was reality and what was not. “No. I’ve been here all the time. Don’t you remember?”

My eyes went back to Sophie, but Rolf urged, So tell us about it. He had been the one who suggested I be the first to experiment with the drug Sophie had turned up at my house with, not that either of them had expected it to knock me out.

I felt so groggy I still couldn’t lift my aching head. Even my eyesight was fuzzy.

“It was kinda crazy and unreal, I dismissed the experience as if it was unimportant. “Some sort of fantasy? Rolf’s tone and expression were lewd enough to let us know the type he wanted it to be. “There was a lot of sex in it, I confirmed, hoping it would shut him up. “What sort of sex? he wanted to know.

Sophie giggled at my discomfort. I paid her back by telling Rolf, I imagined I’d made a video of Sophie dancing nude and that you persuaded me to let you watch it.”

Sophie flushed a deep pink. Rolf chuckled, I wish! Sophie punched him playfully on the arm. “Perhaps I should take a pill next, Rolf said. I might imagine watching it. Sophie’s blush crept down her neck. Rolf wanted to know. What else happened? “Sophie wanted to have sex with both of us.”

I guess, in a way, I was so traumatised by my drug-induced nightmare that I was testing Sophie’s reaction to the very idea of it. She giggled and said to Rolf, Then you definitely aren’t taking one. “Maybe you should, he quipped lasciviously, a big grin on his face. “Shut up. Sophie wriggled on the bed uncomfortably. “You might be my best friend, I told Rolf, but that isn’t happening. “Oh, I don’t know, Sophie was grinning, teasing us now. It doesn’t seem such a bad idea to me.”



In the next and final chapter of this story I will provide a sequel to each of the three endings written as possible scenarios above.