Rules

We spent a fair bit of time talking things over. Strange as it was, I was glad to have the conversation. It showed how seriously Kaylee was taking this. Yes, we were talking about how she was going to be sleeping with other guys again, but it was clear that this wasn’t going to be the free-for-all she had enjoyed when we first started going out.

First off, no more kissing. That was an easy one she readily agreed to. She already was already adverse to kissing guys, so banning it completely wasn’t a huge deal to her.

The second was she was only allowed one guy at a time. No more casual flings whenever she felt like it. If she got bored with the guy, she needed to end it before finding a new one. Which led to the third rule. She was only allowed to switch partners once a month and that didn’t carry over.

Rule number four was me having absolute veto over her partners. If I didn’t like the guy for any reason, she would drop him immediately, no questions asked. I could do it as often as I wanted, but in exchange if I vetoed a guy it wouldn’t count against her partner for the month. I could technically abuse it by vetoing everyone she picked, but I knew that wouldn’t last long and would only piss her off.

Rule five was exceptions for rule two. In, ‘special circumstances’ she was allowed to have sex with guys who weren’t her designated partner. That was a case-by-case basis though and I had complete decision power on allowing or denying it.

Rule six was that we agreed more rules may be necessary in the future as things came up. It was more an agreement that I would immediately tell her if anything bothered me, no matter how big or small that concern was. Kaylee seemed to be serious about working on our lack of proper communication.

There were a lot of things that didn’t make the rules. Kaylee had wanted to be able to have one male and one female partner at a time, but I nixed that. One partner meant one partner, regardless of their sex. She shot down my condom request too. She’d wear condoms with guys who were fertile of course, but she was adamant about letting her future partners go bareback. I couldn’t even get her to agree on having them pull out. I really tried to fight her on that, but she said the only way she would agree to that was if I allowed her to have a number of casual flings per month. Knowing what that would lead to, I let her have that.

There were also some things we agreed on without actually giving them rules. The most important is that I would always have priority. She told me that went without saying, but it still felt good getting that out there. Towards the end of our discussion, Kaylee brought up the topic of permission and wondered if she had to ask every time she wanted to have sex with her chosen partner.

That led to rule seven. Kaylee could have sex as often with her designated partner as she wanted and didn’t have to ask permission with the condition that if I felt she was abusing that right, it would result in an automatic veto of that partner and a one month penalty where she couldn’t choose a new partner. That penalty would increase by one month each time it happened.

Last rule of the night was rule eight. That these rules only lasted until graduation. After that, we would revisit things.

It wasn’t perfect by any stretch. Nothing about the situation allowed for that. It was something I could live with though. I suppose that was the most important part, because nothing was going to stop this from happening. Being with Kaylee was always going to end up like this. She was who she was, and I knew that and loved her despite her overcharged sex drive and ravenous desire to sleep with every attractive guy on the planet. I suppose it was a curse of having an overly attractive girlfriend. Sure, she was absolutely gorgeous and that was a win for me, but being stunningly attractive also meant that it was easy for her to attract the attention of guys. And she certainly did that.

At least now there were clearly defined rails for us both and a mechanism to control things before problems festered out of control. Whether they would work in practice, I suppose we would find out.

It was late when we finally ran out of things to talk about. Paige decided then that a third round was in order. Hearing her go at it in the other room clearly got Kaylee in the mood—though I think anything at this point would have flipped her switch.

This time, Kaylee didn’t let me lead. Taking charge, she rode me with everything she had. Her voice drowned out Paige as she practically screamed in pleasure. In a rare experience, I managed to get her to orgasm even with her rapid pace. Her face lit up in a way I wasn’t used to as I picked up the slack her orgasm made. Grabbing her hips, I thrust my hips off of the bed as quickly as I could. Kaylee seemed especially sensitive to my efforts. Whether it was the sounds of my sister next door, the thought of sleeping with other guys, or my own ability that had her like this was something only she would know.

I wasn’t complaining. It was a rare treat for me to see her like this, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Breathing hard, we laid next to each other, spent and exhausted. Kaylee was all smiles, a sheen of sweat on her face as she stroked my face. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

I managed a tired grin, my mind not working too well from the long day and exhausting conversation. “Me too." It took several seconds for me to realize what I'd said. "Er. I meant I love you too."

It really wasn't that funny, but her fit of giggles relaxed me. Getting under the covers, we cuddled together and went to sleep.