I told Kelly it wasn't cheating because I wasn't into girls.
"But you are into girls," she argued, fairly.
"No, I'm into just one girl. Otherwise only boys," I said.
"You are hopelessly in love with that one girl. And you're fucking me, which I gather you don't entirely hate."
"No, I don't hate it. But that's because I'm in love with a girl and fucking another girl is a balm, I guess."
"Yeah, you're into girls," affirmed Kelly.
"I guess, but I like boys too."
"Look, it's fine. You don't have to justify it to me. I'm just saying, we've been hooking up all Summer, and the fact that you've previously only ever been into boys but now happen to be deeply in love with a girl doesn't get me off the moral hook for cheating on my girlfriend."
I knew she was right. I wasn't so much trying to justify her infidelity as I was my own little problem. Our team of camp counsellors had grown very close, but I had kept Jane at an arm's length because ever since the minute I saw her get off the bus I knew I was feeling something new. It almost frightened me how beautiful she was, and when I learned she was also kind and spirited, it was all over. In the early weeks, Kelly had been complaining a lot about missing Kellie (don't ask), and Jane had started cozying up to one of the male counsellors. So in a moment of uninhibited horniness, I went to Kelly privately and asked if I ate her pussy would she stop crying about her girlfriend. She took exactly five seconds of convincing.
It wasn't my first time in the position, although previous times were all in a drunken party girl kind of context. I had always been led to believe I was something of a natural, which might explain my willingness to have a go at the most experienced lesbian at the camp. My first time with her was quite mechanical, that is she took off her own pants and laid down on her cot and I crouched in a downward-facing dog while I lapped at her. It wasn't romantic, or even especially sexy, although I was getting off also on the idea of getting a woman off, and with no offence meant to Kelly, it was Jane I had in mind always. This squared anyway with Kelly, who clenched her eyes tight as my tongue ran across her pussy. She dreamed of Kellie. She dreamed of a world where it remained true that only Kellie could make her come.
I haven't always been conniving, but I learned from the best. That was how Kelly repaid me for soothing her relationship woes. She and I decided to contrive a scenario wherein all the girls would take part in a blind-folded pair-off in order to explore the beauty of the female form. The point was that nobody but Kelly would know whose partner was who, but secretly, she agreed to pair me with Jane. This way I could end the summer knowing how she felt, how she tasted, and how I could remember her forever. It was expressly forbidden that we peek outside our blindfolds, but I did it anyway. I couldn't resist the chance to glimpse that gorgeous girl's naked figure beneath me. I saw more than just that of course. All the other girls surrounded, each in various states of nudity, either giving or receiving some form of carnal pleasure. If it wasn't clear before that I have an attraction to all humans in this natural state, it certainly was now. But nothing was more of a turn-on than Jane's little rainbow-coloured panties with the star punched in the hip. Watching them drag off of her was like witnessing world class art.
It all worked perfectly except for the fact that I never quite got over Jane. Even after several years went by, and I became quite the sexual adventurer myself, I still thought of her often and wished her happiness and satisfaction. My long con began when I saw her from across a bar, eating a meal with a handsome young man who I thought at first might be her boyfriend, but when she left prematurely and I noticed no kiss between them, I second-guessed myself. My first instinct was to follow Jane out of the bar and catch up for a chat. But too chicken, I stayed and watched the man, and eventually followed him out instead. I lost him after a few blocks of keeping my distance but spotted him again a month later, from across the street as he entered this little stationary store.
After he left I went inside and applied for a job. I suppose the rest can be inferred. I worked there for three months before he returned. Max was his name, of course. I fucked him in the storage room, indeed several times. Like I told Kelly, I always liked boys. Before I could worm my way into Jane's life via Max, I had to assess his sexual openness, so I invited him to meet my friend Annie. I had another friend, Nick, come along too and pretend to be another man for Annie to potentially pick, although he was just a plant, meant to give Max confidence. At that get together, we played Prompt to loosen up the talking. In no time, Max proved to be very open to group activities, although he and Annie only touched each other. I sat aside and pleasured myself while he ate her ass against the glass door, and then fucked her on the couch and came on her tits.
And before I start to come across as a total sociopath, I should be clear that Jane came to me, not the reverse. I was plenty content enjoying her old friend for as long as it took. But I knew she'd be along eventually, and when she came into the store the same way Max had done, I was in her pants even faster. If they thought I was a natural, it's only because they hadn't met Jane. She was even better than I remembered. I knew then that my longing for her hadn't been in vain. But when she let on that she loved Max, I had no choice but to use my gift for social arrangement to bring her happiness. It's like what Kelly had done for me; if we can help someone fulfil their love, we should. Plus, I'd fucked both these crazy kids now, and hell, maybe all three of us could share a round.
We did just that, but not before I let Jane enjoy a practice session with my friends Jessie and Craig, who happened to be her two favourite porn stars. That part I really didn't contrive, but it was another easy sell, and it helped to drive home the fact that Jane was a very dirty girl. First, we tied her up and Craig had his way with her. Meanwhile, Jessie and I stripped down in the other room and warmed each other up (we'd done this so often it was practically like racquetball). Then we joined them on the bed for some daisy-chaining, followed by group-falating, and then a paired-off fuck which required a strap-on that both Jane and I got to receive.
When it came time for Jane and Max to finally hook up, I was honoured to be a part of the scheme. It was a time of necessary rebellion for her. She was breaking free from a bad work situation and a long string of unsuitable suitors. Max was as happy as ever to go along with the wondrous depravity that was continually falling in his lap.
I leaned against the wall of the shower and watched as Jane dropped to her knees and took Max's cock into her mouth. Then some time later, I laid into the sheets and took in the sight of him entering her pussy. They came together like a song, and it was one of the great joys of my life to have played a role in creating that happiness for them. It's among many joys I've felt in their company, naturally. And now here comes another...
Max and Jane decided to get married in the Spring. It was clear they were bonded for life, but because of the circumstances surrounding their partnering, there was never any fuss in their relationship about the constraints of monogamy. They agreed immediately to continue welcoming guests into their sex life. This was particularly good news for me because although my love for Jane had taken on a new meaning, I would always consider her the most beautiful and alluring person on earth, and Max, I'm not sure there's a more capable cock on a more pleasant man anywhere.
With an agreement of openness comes a new series of terms, and an early one was the trade-off that Jane and Max would each have sign-off on each others' bachelor parties. Perhaps not coincidentally, they both hired me as Party Planner. This meant I would be busy indeed, but my history managing people and events speaks for itself, and anyway, I always knew how to make other peoples' plans fun for me too.
The two parties were a week apart, with Max's bachelor happening first at a lake house we rented for a weekend. There was a hot tub and a pool table and a fully stocked bar. The crowd was intimate, with only his five oldest buddies invited. They were Dean, Chris, Shawn, Adam, and Grant - all thoroughly handsome gentlemen who, it turned out, Max had had the decency not to tell about his many sexual exploits. Not that these boys were prudes, but the revelations of the night away were clearly an abrupt shock to all of them.
When I entered the house through the kitchen, the six men were seated around a large sectional couch room drinking scotch and chatting. They all turned in silence and stunned at my pink glittery party dress which cut low into my cleavage and stopped a millimetre below the crotch of my thong. I'd done my hair up in full glamour, and my make-up, which was generally on the extreme side, matched my attire in sparkle and sultry provocation.
"Did someone hire a..." asked Adam.
"Dude, shut up," snapped Shawn.
