Amy and Ian help each other out.

After one of our regular runs, Amy confessed something. "Listen bud, I know that you have feelings for Talia. It was pretty obvious when you didn't ask Elizabeth, who's still crazy about you, by the way. Then you decided to go with Talia and her girlfriend to the dance? I knew. Hell, I'd be surprised if anyone doesn't know. I'm just amazed Elizabeth still wanted you to take her cherry that same night."

The athlete was doing her cool down stretches, an elaborate display of flexibility that always held my full attention. She turned away from me and bent all the way to the ground. Her tight shorts rode up her thighs.

"And thanks for helping me live my dream. I've wanted to get double-teamed for over a year."

"Uh, no problem?"

"Anyway. I have a little problem. Actually, a huge problem. It all started last week..."

Amy went on to explain that each and every one of her fuckbuddies had either asked to become exclusive with her. Early in our friendship, Amy had made me repeat after her: "You don't have boyfriends, you have guys you fuck more then once."

All her men, except me, had started asking her on dates, bringing her flowers and candy, and generally treating her like their own personal Amy. But that's not how Amy functioned, she explained.

"I'm not like Stephanie or even Talia. I don't go in for all that mooshy, relationshippy bull-crap. So, this is perfect. You want Talia, but you can't have her, and I need someone I can reliably bone without worrying about him falling in love with me or some other stupid shit."

From that day to the rest of the summer, I was Amy's booty call. Any free afternoon that we both had, my phone would ring. I would drive to her house, knock on the door. She would answer, naked, and yank me inside. Sometimes, we didn't make it past the entryway. She'd hold me down until I fucked her right there. I guess that I'd never realized how much sex Amy was used to having. Now I was the sole provider.

Every encounter ended the same. Once we both got off, she'd hold me for a few blissful moments, then push me away and get dressed. That was my cue to leave. She said that she was afraid her dad might catch us, but I still felt kinda used after each encounter.