The evening had been planned for quite a while. The restaurant gets booked weeks in advance and I didn’t want to take any chances as it was Sue’s birthday.

Sue has been my best friend since we first met at college. We both met our partners there too and when she moved in with her guy, my boyfriend Steve and I got to know them as a couple. It had been obvious for some time that things had not been going too well in their relationship and we felt sorry for her as we tended to blame her partner for the situation – I guess neither of us liked him much. But Sue has always been a good friend to me and I decided to surprise her by booking a table for the four of us at one of the best local restaurants. Steve and I agreed we would pick up the bill.

The plan came under a bit of strain because just a week before the planned meal out, Steve unexpectedly had to go on an international business trip. Sue’s birthday was on the Friday and I had booked the table for that evening. It was still possible for Steve to make it but he would have to come straight from the airport and any delay in his flight would mean he would miss the dinner date. I had intended to keep this all a surprise for Sue until the last minute (although her boyfriend was in on the secret), but in the circumstances I decided to let her know a week before.

A couple of days later she called me. She had split with her partner, finally, and he had moved out. She was upset but wanted to go ahead with our evening. I told her not to worry; it would be just fine with the three of us. I called the restaurant and changed our booking to a table for three.

On the evening Steve actually arrived first, though looking a bit travel weary and still in his work suit. He had his travel case with him, and a large parcel.

We had a great dinner and a great evening. No-one missed the missing fourth person, and no-one mentioned the parcel until we were on the coffees when Steve presented it to Sue with a flourish, wishing her a happy birthday. I had already given her my present at the start of the meal – a necklace that she was now wearing.

The parcel took some unwrapping but eventually revealed a small camcorder. I knew this was something Sue had coveted for ages. She knew we had one – in fact we had taken pictures on it of all of us together but her (ex-) partner had insisted they couldn’t afford one. Steve told us he had bought this one for a bargain price at the airport shop. Sue said that, bargain price or not, it was extravagant of him but a lovely thought, and she couldn’t wait to use it.

I don’t think at that stage any of us read anything into that comment, or realised just how soon the camcorder would take its first footage.

Naturally the three of us ended up at our place. Steve drove us back and he had drunk no alcohol at all, but Sue and I were feeling the effects of quite an intake of alcohol.

In the flat, Sue started playing about with her new camcorder. Steve had put a new tape in it so it was ready to use. We amused ourselves by messing around, making faces and so on as she filmed and then laughing at the results when we looked at them on the little screen. Suddenly Sue said:

“It’s a shame I’m single at the moment, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted to use one of these to film myself … well, you know …” Her voice tailed off as she blushed very slightly.

“Having sex?” I offered helpfully.

“Well, yes, actually” she confessed, “I bet you and Steve have, you know, with yours.”

“What had sex with it or filmed sex with it?” Steve joked.

“Oh, filmed yourselves doing it of course” Sue replied, feigning faint exasperation at his apparent dullness.

“Well, the problem”, said Steve, “is that it’s not exactly easy to do both things at once, is it? You know, filming and … well …fucking”.

“I mean”, he continued, “you can set the camera up on a tripod and point it in the direction of the action, but that hardly makes for an artistic or sexy movie, does it?”

“What you really need”, he declared, without a hint of it being any form of suggestion, “is someone who’s prepared to do the filming”.

Steve and I have been together two years. We have a fantastic relationship and we are quite telepathic. I saw at once where this conversation might lead though I wasn’t sure whether he had taken it in that direction deliberately (he had). But as I thought about it in the rather pregnant silence that followed this remark, the more I liked the idea that had sprung into my mind at his words. After all, Sue was my best friend. She knew us both well. We all got on well. But how would she feel about it? There was only one way to find out.

“You could film us, Sue” I said. “After all, Steve’s been away a week. When we go to bed tonight I don’t imagine we’re going straight to sleep, even if he is tired!”

This time Sue’s blush was not faint – it flushed all the way down to her neck. It was clear the suggestion had taken her completely by surprise. She stuttered that she didn’t know, really wasn’t sure.

“We’re all friends”, I reminded her.

Yes, she knew all that, but wasn’t it still something private, she responded. Surely we’d all be embarrassed.

I said that I didn’t really think so, and Steve shook his head.

“We all know what happens”, he said, “It’s a bit like nudity – everyone’s basically the same, either male or female with the same body parts all working the same way.”

I’d had enough lovers to know this wasn’t strictly true. But I also knew that Sue lacked my experience and I thought it could even be instructive for her as Steve and I didn’t hold back when it came to sex.

“Go on, you’d enjoy it!” I concluded.

“OK then, I’ll do it if it’s OK with Steve”, replied Sue, “after all he’s just given me the camcorder so he should have the final say”.

“Let’s get on with it” was Steve’s only response.

So we did. The three of us went into the main bedroom. We didn’t make the lighting too low. Sue started filming straight away as Steve and I undressed. As we usually do, we helped each other take our clothes off and soon we hardly noticed Sue circling round us with the little camera. We were both pretty aroused before we stripped the covers off the bed. Steve was fully erect and I did notice Sue kneeling down in a certain position, presumably getting a close-up shot of his cock. Worthwhile because he’s pretty well-endowed!

I won’t bore you with too much detail of what we did. It all took place on the bed. But it wasn’t boring - we knew we were making a movie so we didn’t leave much out. We did almost everything you can imagine in foreplay and then some. We went down on each other, first him on me, and I came (the first time of many). Then it was me on him, and he did not. But I didn’t expect him to.

I should say at this point that Steve is the most self-controlled lover I have ever known. He can hold himself back like no other man I’ve been with. He can control when he comes to an instant. Even when he hasn’t been with me for a week!

So we continued our display of sexual variety and athleticism. We tried 69 and we fucked in every imaginable position. I put his cock between my breasts, rubbed its head across my nipples. We didn’t do anal because we don’t. I lost count of how many times I came. The sound track was certainly going to be pretty raunchy, but nothing was faked or exaggerated. I got out of my mind with pleasure and Sue filming us just gave things that extra edge. I could feel fluid pouring out of me - even my bum cheeks were wet.

But the fluid was all mine, not Steve’s – still, amazingly, he held himself in check.

“Don’t forget there’s got to be a money shot”. Sue’s voice, her first words since we had entered the room twenty minutes previously.

I knew what she meant, of course, and my initial reaction was slight annoyance. I wanted Steve to be in me when he came, wanted his semen spurting inside me. But then, I thought, there’s always the morning, or later on in the night, and one should make sacrifices for art.

But I wasn’t at all prepared for Sue’s next interjection.

“He could always finish off with me” she said, “and you could take that one, seeing as you’re more experienced with a camera than I am”.

It was a pretty lame excuse! I don’t know to this day why I agreed to her suggestion – I think it must have been the drink. And it was her birthday after all.

But somehow I found myself, still stark naked, still dripping, holding this little camera and peering through its viewfinder at my boyfriend, lying on his back on the bed, straddled by my best friend who was moving up and down on his cock.

I’m not sure that Sue, left entirely to her own devices would have kept her side of this little bargain. I think she might just have hoped Steve would come inside her. She certainly seemed to be trying hard for that very result. She was holding his cock at its base with her left hand, keeping it at the right angle so she could lift right off it on each stroke before she plunged her pelvis down again. She masturbated herself energetically with her right hand. Suddenly in one last downward sweep of her hips she stopped moving with Steve’s penis buried fully inside her, and she came, noisily and unmistakeably. I zoomed in with the camera until her groin filled the picture. I was sure Steve must have come at that point.

But as she lifted herself off him I could see that he was as erect as ever. He was wet from her and the purple, swollen head of his cock shone as smooth as a mirror in the light. I kept the zoom where it was and got some brilliant close-ups. I was beginning to feel very aroused again myself.

Now Steve took control of things. He got Sue to kneel up on the bed and entered her from behind, doggy style. The telepathy between us began to work again – somehow I knew what was going to happen.

I wasn’t wrong. He gave just a few very vigorous strokes, holding his own cock at the base, pushing himself all the way in and withdrawing himself completely each time.

Then after less than a minute, he stopped and remained stock still, his penis buried in my best friend’s vagina. Its tip must have been pushing hard against her cervix. She came for the second time, even more noisily, with several loud rhythmic cries.

Steve just remained motionless for quite a while, still fully inserted. Then very suddenly he withdrew quickly. His right hand was still holding his penis. As he came out of her, his shaft angled upward and he pulled his pelvis back a little further so that his cock lay parallel to the groove of Sue’s bum. Nothing happened for several more seconds and his hand did not move. I could tell he was already past his point of no return.

The first jet of white flew high in the air over Sue’s arched back and my lens, by now zoomed back, recorded the long glistening trail across her tanned skin, ending in the hair at the back of her neck. There was a lot more where that had come from - had I tried to number the contractions of this orgasm I would have lost count. The ejaculation was nothing if not prolific. There were many spurts and semen everywhere, all over Sue’s back, of course, on her bum too, on the sheet, even some on the pillow, I noticed later.

It made for quite a money-shot.

I did feel a tiny pang of jealousy, but it was overwhelmed by arousal – boy, did I feel hot now! There was nothing for it! I put down the camera and began to masturbate, right there, standing by the bed. I should have let myself come at once but I held back wanting to enjoy the pleasure just a bit longer. It was a mistake. The sight of my spent boyfriend with my nearly-as-spent best girlfriend was a bit of a passion killer, along with the thought of what I must look like to them, my hand scrubbing away at my groin.

But I needed to come – I felt congested, frustrated now and it wasn’t good. I looked across at Steve who was by now sprawled across the width of the bed on his back.

“In the drawer”, I gasped, “that one”, as I pointed, “You know where it is”.

He did and he knew what it was too. But he handed the vibrator to Sue and not to me as I had expected. Then he picked up the camera.

Sue stood up from the bed and came round behind me. She pressed her body into my back. I could feel her dampness against my buttocks. She pushed the tapering top of the pink plastic cylinder against my clitoris and turned it on at slow speed. Steve filmed the proceedings. They didn’t take long. Sue was more adventurous and more expert than I would have imagined. Perhaps I underestimated her experience I thought, as the wave of pleasure built again. Now she was pushing the vibrator into me like a dildo, making thrusts with it, gradually increasing the motor’s speed.

All this was unexpected to me, but not nearly as unexpected as her final move. I was on the brink of coming and she knew it. At what could have been exactly the wrong time, she switched off the sex toy and tossed it onto the bed. My mind whirled. Was she trying to torture me, or what?

“Get on the bed; lie on your back!” Her voice was kind but very firm, almost dominating.

I did as she asked. I could feel the wet patches on the sheet beneath me. I was still close to orgasm and indeed, consciously holding myself back, something I do only rarely. She positioned herself above me in a classic 69 pose. Her vulva was directly above my eyes. She began to masturbate herself slowly; I could see her index finger as it rubbed across her clearly exposed clitoris. She began to give out little gasps. The tiny knob of flesh began to disappear again under its mysterious hood.

It was too much. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came and when I recovered her hand movements were large vigorous sweeps. She went down on me just as my own contractions were fading and I came again, at exactly the same moment as she did, feeling my own contractions again as I watched her pulsing labia.

Well, that didn’t get on camera!

But a lot of the rest did. And when we’d all recovered I made us coffee and we watched our very first attempt at a porno movie. Except it wasn’t really – a porno movie, that is. It was real sex. It could even have been art!