A New Year

Was it possible for an eighteen-year-old to simply drop dead of exhaustion? I think I was a prime candidate for it. Never in a million years would I believe I would welcome the start of school. The rest of winter break had been spent going on dates and hanging out with Kaylee. Normally that would have been fine. This wouldn’t be the first time we spent break hanging out with each other. The difference was dating came with additional duties, namely sex.

Lots of sex.

I was overjoyed at how enthusiastic Kaylee was when it came time to toss the clothes, but I knew I wasn’t quite meeting her demanding standards despite her effort to hide it. I would never say she didn’t like it, but it was tough for me to keep up with her. Each time got better, but it was going to be a gradual process of gaining experience. The biggest problem was when she let loose, really let loose, I never lasted long enough to satisfy her. She never said as much of course, but I could tell. Kaylee wasn’t exactly being subtle whenever she started talking about round two--three if she could coax it out of me. Fortunately, I had other means to get her there if we had the time.

This would have crushed the old me, but I was starting to see why Kaylee had so many partners—and why so many of them never made the cut. Most guys couldn’t keep up with her and fewer could meet her demanding standards. No wonder she had been so adamant about continuing to sleep with Sean when we started dating the first time. Even when she had someone who checked most of her boxes, it didn’t stop her from going around with other guys too. Sean, as great as he supposedly was, couldn't keep Kaylee's full interest.

Which led to the crux of my current problem. Right now, all that sexual energy was directed entirely on me. This was making me realize how active Kaylee's sex life was. I knew she had sex more than most girls. A perk of being attractive was no shortage of willing partners. It was stepping behind the metaphorical curtain and seeing everything that went on behind the theater. The thing I didn't know was whether this was new because she was officially dating me, or if she was always this way but spread it out over multiple people.

The week before school started back up, I was convinced Kaylee was insatiable. Sex with a gorgeous woman who is completely head-over-heels for you every day sounds amazing until you realize it isn’t a fun little romp but back-to-back power cardio sessions. Damn girl was acting like she was making up for our years of platonic friendship in a month. With the start of school, I hoped things would calm down.

Oh, how naive I was.

With a deep breath, I pushed the exhaustion aside and closed my locker door. Before I had the lock back in place, I felt a slight tug at my sleeve. Surprised, I turned to find Kaylee standing there with a coy expression. I knew that look. I’d seen it countless times these past weeks. She stared up at me with an almost guilty expression, as if she knew she was running me ragged.

Exhausted as I was, I gave her a genuine smile anyways. God I loved her. Even if she was a demanding sex demon.

“I only have one on me, is that okay?”

Her expression brightened as she nodded excitedly.

Making sure my lock was secure, I let her pull me down the hall. She had a spring in her step as she hooked her arm with mine. Her fingers entwined with mine as she held my hand tightly.

“Dad is making chicken parm tonight if you are interested.”

“Don’t try to tempt me with food. I know the real reason you’re inviting me over.”

She grinned. “That obvious?” She didn’t even bother denying it. I made the mistake of staying over on a school night the first week back. She didn’t let me sleep until two in the morning.

“Wait a second,” I said, pulling her to a stop. “Don’t you have practice today?”

“Uh, yes?” She tugged on my arm. “Which is why we need to hurry.”

Even though she continued to pull at my arm, I remained steadfast. “Why don’t you go to practice first? I’ll do some homework while you practice. When you’re done, I’ll come over. We can have a nice dinner and after…”

“Or,” she said with a mischievous smile as she pressed herself against me. A finger ran a small circle on my chest as she avoided my eye. “You can help me loosen up for practice first… then do all that.” Her blue eyes were wide as she gave me her best puppy-dog begging look. Already I started to feel my resistance crumble…