You work for Paul. You'd hit it off as soon as you met. Now after a three and a half years you are like brothers. At work you're his number one but he's still your boss. You remember that. It's his company after all. You've had lots of great times together holidays and vacations, birthdays, weddings and even have a (respectful) good time at funerals. You were everyone's go to guys to invite to their parties. You share pretty much everything but the law between you is that girls and relationships are sacred and neither of you would interfere unless the other is clearly being harmed in any way. You discussed this over many a beer and knew you'd watch each other's backs. Trust was your number one priority with each other and he put the big success of his business down to this. The last time you two sat at a bar and cracked a beer though Paul has confided a secret to you. He's been seeing his girlfriend six months now and what he tells you has you has you reeling. You're taken aback and think of him in a different way from that point on.

The girl that stole Paul's heart is Livvy. Fuck she is gorgeous! 5'7"' Curly long dark brown hair that reaches her mid-back, unique sparking green eyes, long silky smooth legs, tanned to perfection, perfect pearly white teeth, and big round, firm tits, you're not too sure but you'd say a D at least. Then there's her ass. There's no doubt she knows the importance of squatting at the gym. Tight and tiny. She's caught you staring a few times and she playfully 'tuts' at you as she gives you a hard stare. Always playful and friendly, you remember your agreement with Paul and keep your filthy perverted thoughts of what you'd do to her suppressed as much as you can. That's the respect you have for your best bud. They now live in Paul's apartment and all appears normal and they seem very happy, blissful even. Well, you thought so until he dropped that bombshell just a couple of days ago.

You all get along together but you're surprised that Livvy has never really encouraged you to get a girlfriend of your own. Most girls don't respect the amount of one night stands you have and would make their partners keep their distance. Livvy doesn't seem to mind at all. 'None her business.' She said, Paul told you one time . You've always been respectful and kept your distance from her but still maintained pretty close contact with your brother from another mother. After all, you're inseparable. Now though, the goalposts have moved considerably.

Now, you have always been able to stop over at Paul's and him at yours. Drunken nights out require somewhere to crash right? As part of the regard you hold for him and his girl you've rarely stopped over at theirs, you felt like a gooseberry, a spare wheel even like you were intruding at times. That was until last week. Events happened rather fast and your head span for quite a while after that Saturday night. When Paul asks mid-afternoon on Friday, for you to stop over again this week you gulp and try not to accept too enthusiastically. You play it cool, nodding seriously. "You know how important this is to me, man." He asks you. You nod again. "Yeah Paul, I know it."

Saturday evening comes and this time you're not going on a bar crawl. You're just taking a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine round your friends, at Paul's request.