Many years ago, myself and a friend, Sean, went on Erasmus to Sweden, to study there for nine months. It was a great year. We were just 19, pretty innocent about life and women and surrounded by students from all over Europe. I dated a few girls, had a few one-night stands and partied a lot. Sean set his sights on Sophie, a really pretty tanned French girl in one of his classes. I shared a class or two with Sophie too and thought she was lovely, really sweet and good craic. I was delighted when they got together. They were a good couple and now, both of them were my friends.

I mixed with her French friends, even dating one of them for a while, but nothing serious. I was having too much fun. Sean told me he was envious of the girls I was hooking up with. He was madly in love with Sophie but looked on as I moved from girl to girl. I wasn't a stud or anything, but was definitely having my fair share of fun. 

Sean and Sophie stayed together, even as they both went home to finish their degrees. Sean was lovesick in fourth year, saving for flights to see Sophie. I stayed in touch with her too. She was a good friend of mine still.

After college, I got a job, Sean did a postgrad and Sophie moved to Ireland. They got a flat together and the three of us hung out again, like old times. 

We were a bit older, not drinking as much, but we still had fun together. I never felt like a third wheel, like I did with my other attached friends.  Sophie and I liked the same music and would talk about bands we both liked while Sean watched TV. It was comfortable fun. 

I had a girlfriend around this time but it was a complete car crash of a relationship. I was pretty sure she was screwing around behind my back and all my friends knew it for a fact but didn't tell me. I was completely besotted with her though and was pretty messed up about it all. 

Finally, we broke up and I started to get my shit together again. One night Sophie and Sean invited me for dinner. I couldn't remember if they preferred red or white wine so I bought one of each. 

Over dinner, we drank both bottles and got fairly sozzled. Sean put on a film and we sat on the couch. Sophie had her head on Sean's lap and her feet on my lap. Absentmindedly, I gently stroked first her feet, then her lower leg, until I realised what I was doing and who I was doing it to and completely freaked out, apologising. Sophie and Sean burst out laughing. I was mortified! 

But then Sophie put my hands back on her leg, indicating for me to continue. I was pretty shocked, but Sean gave me a little nod and a smile. I treated it as a joke, very slowly moving my hands up Sophie's leg, up past the knee, expecting to get my hand slapped away any second. But it wasn't. I hesitated, then kept going, up those deliciously smooth tanned thighs, under the hem of her skirt. 

Sean and Sophie were looking at the TV again and I was confused. What's going on? Without taking her eyes off the TV, Sophie seperated her thighs a little and pulled my hand up higher. I moved incredibly slowly. I was petrified. After what seemed ages, my fingers grazed her underwear. She was pretty wet. It was only then I became conscious of her smell too. 

Sean and Sophie still stared at the TV but Sean was smiling and Sophie was breathing heavily. I rubbed her through her underwear and she spread her legs a little wider. This was nuts! I moved her underwear aside to touch her bare pussy. I don't think I was even breathing at this stage! I slipped one finger in and she started moving rhythmically against it. I slipped a second finger it and she moved harder against them, making little noises now. 

This kept building and building and I just focused on my fingers inside her until she came loudly after only a minute or two. Her orgasm had a completely transforming effect. The tension just burst and we were all laughing about it. 

Sean then switched off the film and said we'd all head to their bedroom. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was painfully hard now. I got up and followed them in. When we got to the bedroom, I stood awkwardly against the wall, not having a notion of what was going to happen. Sean seemed to know though! "I'm doing her first, okay?" he said to me. I just nodded and they stripped and got straight down to it. 

They were fucking for ten minutes before I even thought about undressing myself. It was a bit surreal, like a live porn show starring two friends. When Sean finally came inside Sophie, he rolled off her and nodded to me. 

I was so hard it hurt. I kissed her everywhere, touched her everywhere. I'd seen those breasts before when she sunbathed topless once and now I was licking those nipples. Incredible. 

I'm not going to lie and say I made love to her for hours. I was so turned on, I only last a few minutes inside her, but it was immense. I never got soft. 

The most amazing thing was the three of us just chatted like we were having coffee together, before more and more sex. 

The three of us shared a bed about half a dozen times after that, and it never seemed weird somehow. But Sean eventually screwed up the relationship and he and Sophie broke up. 

Sophie got together with an English guy and moved to London, eventually marrying him. We stayed in touch & even met for coffee once of twice in Dublin. Once over coffee, she mentioned the fun we'd had and told me they sometimes they brought one of her husband's friends to bed with them. Lucky, lucky guy!