In Grad school I got myself into a little situation that took some creativity to get out of. I was dating a beautiful girl named Shelley, but we'd gotten into a fight just before the winter holidays and decided to take a break. No one believed this break was permanent, but it was a break nonetheless. In the meantime, I helped Rose, a former friend with benefits, move into the apartment across the hall when her old lease expired. Of course, I did it for two reasons, first, because I'm a nice guy, and second, because I could use the benefits.
Rose moved in on a Saturday and by Monday, after a weekend full of sex, we'd exchanged keys to each other's apartments. Rose and I both had reasons to keep our arrangement a secret. I didn't want my break with Shelley to become permanent, and Rose had a boyfriend back home, whom all of our classmates had met and liked. Hell, even I liked him.
After a couple of weeks of sleeping at Rose's or Rose sleeping at my apartment, I discovered from Shelley, my ex, that there were suspicions about what was going on with Rose. When I asked why she thought there was something going on, Shelley responded that a mutual friend, Kyleah, had said something. I told Rose that night that Kyleah was on to us and we devised a plan to keep her from talking.
That weekend I approached Kyleah while at a bar and asked her why she thought something was going on between Rose and I. She said she could just tell. I bought Kyleah another drink, rubbed her leg and said, "I really don't want you to get the wrong idea about Rose and I. I'd hate to think some false impression you have about her and I might ruin the chances for something to happen between you and I."
Her eyes told me she was interested, but she removed my hand from her leg and replied, "Even if we did sleep together, that wouldn't change the fact that you're also sleeping with Rose. It would just mean you're a horny prick."