I know everybody believes the three of us have strictly platonic relationships, and that's true; we are just friends. Despite Jack's attempts, Chrissi and I have always said we'd have to be drunk or desperate before sleeping with him.

So when I woke up next to him this morning, both of us naked, I wondered what happened. I lay still, trying to remember the details of last night, and they slowly came back to me...

Chrissi had left for the weekend; she'd gone home for her mom's birthday. It was another dateless Friday night for me, so I went to the Beagle and let a couple guys buy me a drink. After a little while, I came back to the apartment, and still feeling sorry for myself, I broke into our small stash of wine. By the time Jack got home from his date, I'd finished an entire bottle and was looking for...well, a playmate. And Jack, being the typical male that he is, didn't hesitate to agree.

Not waiting to enter the bedroom, I lifted my sweater over my head and peeled off my jeans, stepping out of my heels at the same time. As I undressed, Jack also removed his shirt, pants, and footwear. We left our piles of outer clothing in the living room and went to his bedroom.

I placed my hands on Jack's hairy chest and ran them along the front of his torso, while he reached behind me to unhook my bra. It fell to the floor behind us, and I allowed him to gaze longingly at my breasts for a few moments before I reminded him that we both still wore our underwear. He slid his boxers down and I slipped my panties off. I then reached out to take hold of his genitals, yanking on his penis and kneading his testicles.

Jack placed his hands on my hips and moved backwards toward the bed. He sat down and I placed myself on his lap, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I leaned in to kiss him, and as I did so, I felt his hands run up and down my bare sides. He then wrapped one arm around my waist and reached his other up to grab one of my breasts. As he started to squeeze, my nipples hardened, and around another kiss, I told him I wanted to get in bed.

We stood and hurriedly pulled the sheets back. I climbed in first and Jack followed suit. He placed his body on top of mine, and starting at my neck, he slowly made his way down my torso, kissing both shoulders, each breast, and my navel. He then moved to lay his head on the pillow next to mine, and I reached up to lightly tickle his chest. I tugged on his nipples before taking hold of his scrotum a second time.

As I pushed his testicles against one another, Jack placed hands on my breasts and massaged them. All at once I couldn't stand it any longer. We had to go farther.

"Jack please," I begged. "Do it."

I spread my legs and he slowly started to push his penis inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his spine as he shoved himself against my vagina. The orgasm started and I was unable to keep from screaming. My back arched and my body bucked wildly, and it crossed my mind that none of my previous sexual encounters had been half as good as this.

"Jack," I panted, "you're better than any other guy I've ever been with."

"Of course I am," he answered. "I've been trying to tell you that since the day I moved in."

I tried to remember why I'd never agreed to sleep with him before, but I was too drunk to recall. When he finally pulled himself out of my body, Jack rolled over and I placed my head on his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around me and I fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

As I lay in bed this morning, sober and thinking about the naked man beside me, part of me felt guilty for breaking our number one rule. On the other hand, it's been said that rules are meant to be broken, and I sure had fun breaking this one.