He'll do it, but Amy wants to watch.

My head swam with contradictory feelings. I still loved Talia, and Rachel had long been an important person in my life, even after years of separation. But these feelings didn't have a place in my cozy life with Amy. We'd had only a few conversations about our 'status', which was complicated at best. This could upset things.

"It's up to you, Ian." Amy meant it.

"When did you have in mind?"

"Actually, Rachel and I have been tracking... now would be a good night for either of us... or both of us."

Amy had a goofy look on her face. "Woah. Can I watch?" She smiled, but she was obviously serious.

"I'll do it." The words fell with a thud, and the mood of the room changed drastically.

Adam had eaten, and soon we tucked him into bed while we had our own dinner. Already I feared that things had gotten too awkward. Conversation was minimal and somewhat ****, and I couldn't help but stare at Talia's breasts, and I kept noticing Rachel's odd expression. She was nervous. I guess we all were.

After dinner, the tension hung over us like a fog. There was far too much expectation to it all. Was I supposed to go lay down on the bed, let them take turns? Excited as I was at the prospect of sex with any of the beautiful women in the room, I felt like a scared teenager again.

"I'll get us some drinks," Amy suggested.

"Please!" Talia returned eagerly.

"This is ridiculous. We need something to break the ice."

Talia asked Rachel, "What do you have in mind?"

"Amy, do you remember, when we were at the cabin back in high school, playing spin the bottle?"

The red-head returned with drinks. "That whole night's a blur. I remember swapping bras with Stephanie, then...did Simon feel me up? I had totally forgotten about that. Oh man." She laughed, and we all relaxed a little.

Rachel continued. "Back then, that really helped me relax around the group of us. Let's play, and see where it goes."

"First, we have to drain the bottle."

In no time, the four of us had finished a bottle of wine. We moved to the bedroom, which had ample floor space, and privacy. I'd forgotten what a lightweight Amy was. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were mellow. Rachel was a little red, too, and reached for the first spin.

It landed squarely on herself, and we laughed nervously. Then she spun again.