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I must be a bad person. No. I'm a bad girlfriend. I'm always the one going around, looking for trouble. And even when I don't look, I find. I love Claire. She means the world to me, ever since high school, we've been together. Sure, we've let other people into our intimacy as part of games but, I'm finding out from recent events that I'm always the one shaking things up. It's true! More recently, this year alone, there was Princess and there was Jennifer. Claire is the most loving, most understanding person I know, I love her to death and I can't, for the love of me, figure out why my eyes wander so much.

So I'm a lesbian. Supposedly. Except, I didn't start out that way. My first sexual encounter was with a boy, and I was pretty young too. His name was Bradley and he was my best friend, my crush and my first. And then, his mom found us in bed the next day, and that ended there. My mom was traumatized and sent me to an all-girl school for three years. Only girls, and some of them were into kinky stuff. One in particular, Alice, was my first girl. Not girlfriend. It was way too complicated. By trying to protect me from boys, my mom apparently turned me into a lesbian. Yeah for her!

When I got out of that school and returned to a public one, I made new friends who were like-minded. Claire, Sarah, Jennifer, and that was it. These girls were into daring. Claire had already had a girlfriend for a few months, Marie, and she was clearly there just for the girls. So we hooked up, and we never let go of each other. When we finished high school, we moved in together, and that was it. She went to work in a photo lab while I did secretarial studies. When I finished that, last year, she went back to school to follow her dream of studying fashion. I'm her favorite model. She loves stripping me down and dressing me up, and I'm only happy to oblige, given the rewards often involved.

Personally, I'm still doing temp work, but I do it at this local tax office, filing, some typing, phone calls, nothing fancy. I've been temping at the same place for about a year now, and it works for me. The pay is decent, enough that we can rent our cozy flat with the bondage dungeon (it was two bedrooms so we figured, why not). It's gotten a lot of use over the years. Mind you, it's strictly sex games for us. There's no real sado-masochistic play that goes on in there, or very rarely. We have a decent array of toys, and no one has ever complained that's been invited. Now that I think about, there's only ever been two, other than us: Prissy and Jennifer. We even matched them up after that, but it didn't stick. Boo for them.

So now that you have a more complete picture of us, let me tell you about the place where I work. It's in mid-town, fifteen minutes by bike or by bus, it's relatively the same time. I work on the third floor mostly, and I must say, I am blessed. Not only are my coworkers friendly and my boss, Paola, is amazing, they're really great people to work with, but most of them are also insanely hot. Okay, I'm not being realistic, I know. But everyone that works there is young, or younger than at other places, athletic, vibrant. The parties they talk about on Monday morning or the ones they're expecting on Friday night... I usually work three days a week, not in a row. I only work more during tax time, and I often get a few weeks off in August, which I got this year. Now, Paola, she's originally from Mexico, but she's been living here forever. She's thirty-five, a mother of three, and she looks fabulous, straight from the runway to the office. Gorgeous long hair, curves to die for, and a strong personality, one that I don't clash with. She really supports me and I feel connected to her. Now, she's in no way interested in girls, otherwise I would have made a move on her in the first month (me being the bad girl, and all that). That's how it happened with Prissy: I saw an opportunity and I took it, as soon as I figured out she was also into girls. But with Paola, there's no ambiguity, so it's all perfectly fine between us.

That is, it was fine until last night. It's Thursday morning now, and Claire is off to school. It's my day in and I can't shake the sight of what I witnessed last night. But before I get to that, there's another piece of the story you need to know.

My best friends (other than my girlfriend), Sarah and Jennifer, got into a big situation this year, involving a man. Now, Sarah and Jenn used to date, but Jenn broke it off, yet they stayed together and still had sex, and every once in a while (more rarely than I care to pretend), we would have fun together, the four of us, take our toys and pleasure ourselves. Sometimes, but not often, we'd swap, and it was good. It kept that wild beast in my panties quiet in-between. But then, a guy came in and broke them up, and apart. Now, Sarah lives with him and Jenn lives alone. My regular fix, which was them, suddenly became unavailable. So I started to fancy other options and, because my girlfriend is so amazing, when I started to lust after Prissy, a coworker who temped in many places, she told me to go for it. I ambushed Prissy at the copy machine (took that move out of a porn movie, actually) and pressed her for a date. There was no ambiguity. She knew it would be a one-time threesome, a sexapalooza, and she was happy to participate. We made games around it, like we usually do. But it was around the same time Jenn and Sarah were really messed up, so somehow, Jenn got invited into the mix. It was still amazing, but my fantasy somehow got tangled with other events.

We had another threesome with Jennifer last July, and we had a lot of fun, but it wasn't the same. It was Jennifer who sought us out and we indulged, like we do sometimes with our really close friends. Sarah and Jenn sort of made up in-between, but because they're no longer living together, since Sarah moved in with the new boyfriend, my entire world shifted around. Don't get me wrong, the guy's really nice and good for Sarah, and that's part of the problem. Last April, I sucked his cock. We had this big party which ended in five girls and him having sex in the same room, and he ended up fucking Sarah, Jenn and Prissy. Both Claire and I gave him blowjobs (sort of). I had sucked cock before as part of a dare, but there had never been anything but play behind it. Except... everybody loves Jim. That's his name, and watching him fuck Sarah, then Prissy, then Jennifer... well, I hate to say it, but my first love was also a guy! And all the time, I was thinking of Bradley.

Boy! This is more confusing than I thought it would be. Anyway, last night, Wednesday evening, I wrap up my work around five, like usual, and I step out to head home. I'm in the lobby when I realize I forgot to organize a whole file and they need it for tomorrow. So I dash up the stairs to the third floor and I walk past the main office, going directly to the filing desk so I can get the items I need. I crouch because the files are in the bottom drawer and I start perusing the names.

All of a sudden, I hear footsteps. I don't do anything about it, because other people can be there after hours too. Except that the filing office is right beside Paola's, and I hear a man's voice. It's one of the new interns, Kennedy, came in three weeks ago, part of the legal department. And he's saying something about something, I can't quite make it out. I hear Paola's voice and I'm surprised, because I thought she had left. I move to the door, curious. Now, from the angle of the doors, if Paola's door is open, I can see her desk. For whatever reason, I take a peek and see them walking up to each other, and then they kiss. And I freeze on the spot! Paola is married, and I'm watching her kiss an intern. And from there, it only gets steamier. Clothes fly off, and I see my boss naked. And she's as gorgeous as I expected her to be. Her breasts are sublime, her hips are powerful, and when Kennedy buries his mouth in her snatch, it's like I'm doing it to her. I can't move, and I can't look away, and I only hope neither of them sees me. And Kennedy, strong, tall, athletic, he looks like he knows how to handle a woman. Paola is climbing up the rafters before he stops.

And then she strips him, and he is a hunk, well hung, and she goes down on him, and suddenly, I'm the one going down on him (thinking of Jim and Bradley again). And he lifts her up on her desk and they have sex in front of me, and all the while, I can't move. I'm glued to the spot, and I see them going at it until Kennedy finally comes, and it's an unbelievable sight to see my boss being fucked by this handsome intern, and I want to be her - and him! Finally, I manage to retreat deep into the filing room and I huddle at the back, trying hard not to breathe. I wait until I hear both of them leaving, and then I wait some more.

When I got home that night, I was later than usual, so Claire was worried that I hadn't called her. I told her I forgot, that I was really tired from my day, and I was. I was in bed at eight and slept right through until morning, until Claire woke me up because she was leaving for class. She kissed me and then she left.

And the only thing I can think of now, alone, naked in my bed, is that image of Kennedy and Paola fucking on her desk, and suddenly, I have a new fantasy, and this one's a real conundrum. Because, to be fair, I might be a lesbian by association, but my Claire... she's never even been with a man, other than sucking cocks for play, like me, and she's always hated it. So to consider what my mind (and sex) is telling me I want is something completely alien to everything I've been for the past ten years, ever since Alice. Except I also want her. And him. And her.

And so, that's why I'm telling you: I am a bad girlfriend, and this is going to get very messy.