Swapped My Girlfriend for a Twink

The weekend had promised so much. It was meant to have been a birthday treat for Karen – my girlfriend of five years – and me, a weekend away in a luxury hotel. We’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since we’d booked it. But here it was, barely an hour after we had arrived, dissolving before our very eyes.
It had all started to go wrong a few minutes after we had sat down to dinner. Well actually, thinking back, I suppose it had all started to go wrong that morning – or even two weeks ago when Karen had told Julie, her best mate, of our plans.
Now, Julie and I get along great. In fact, there have been more than a few occasions when I’d thought that something might happen between the three of us, although it never had. Julie’s problem had always been her boyfriends.
For the first few years I’d known her, she had been going out with a mate of mine. The four of us got along great, enjoying each others company whether it was for a night out, or even a holiday. Then, out of the blue, Julie dumped Mark, and that was that. Karen and I never did find out what had happened. Since the, Julie had dated a succession of men, most of whom Karen thought were “unsuitable” for her best friend, and none of whom we really got on with.
The latest boyfriend – Pete – had lasted a few months, which is longer than most. And that was where the problems had started.
On hearing about our plans for the weekend, Julie took it as a wonderful opportunity for Pete and her to join us, so that we could all get to know him better, just in case he was “the one”...