Operation: Distract Kaylee

I groaned, my forehead hitting the desk with a solid thunk. “No more,” I begged.

Kaylee was laying on her bed beside me. She casually flipped to the next page of the book she was reading before glancing over at me. “You finish your chapter analysis of The Diary of Bethany Drew?”

“She had sex with the farmhand, then her house servant, then the neighbor’s husband, then there was probably a random dude in the street she fu—Ow.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious. Everything in this book is about her fucking some random dude, then going all woe-is-me my husband hates me because I keep fucking all these random dudes.”

“It’s classic literature and one of the best looks into the monumental societal shifts that came from The Sickness.”

“It’s boring.”

“It’s a classic,” she shot back with equal intensity. “Bethany gives great insights to how women of the time dealt with the transition from a monogamous patriarchal society to the polyamorous matriarchal one of today.” There was a long silence. “Wait… Are you writing down what I’m saying?”

I froze, looking at the text I had typed on the computer. I gave her a side-eyed look. “No…”

“Scott!”

“You’ve let me cop—check—my answers from your work before!”

“That was before we started dating. You have higher standards to meet now.”

I groaned, letting my head fall back as I continued my groan at the ceiling. In my moment of misery, a spark of inspiration hit me. Straightening in my seat, I grinned as I looked over at her. “You know what I could use right now?”

“SparkNotes for chapter ten of The Diary of Bethany Drew?”

I hesitated a moment to consider that before tossing it out. “I was thinking… incentive.”

Her book snapped closed as she leveled her gaze at me. “Oh?”

Yes! I had her at least curious.

“Yeah. I was thinking a little something to… encourage… me.”

“Hmm.”

“I hear physical activity helps mental focus,” I said, crossing my arms. All the while, Kaylee was creeping closer. I just needed to keep reeling her in.

“Is that so?”

I nodded sagely. “Absolutely. Heard it in… health class.”

“Can’t argue with that logic.” Her voice had dropped, taking on a sultry tone.

“Right?” Her lips were getting tantalizingly close and I felt victory was within reach. Was I using the promise of sex to distract Kaylee from forcing me to work? Yes. Yes I was. Did I feel guilty about it?

Absolutely not.

“How about…” she whispered in that sultry voice of hers. Her cheek pressed against me as I felt her breath against my ear. “For every day you don’t have Ms. Huber’s work done, I’m going to fuck Charles. Right here. On this bed.” My stomach fell as she pulled away. There wasn’t a single teasing feature on her face as she stared at me. “That incentive enough?”

Anger flooded me and I turned away to face my laptop. I made sure to hit the keys harder than I needed—just in case she didn’t see I was angry. For her part, she settled back on the bed, opening her book to the page she left off.

“This is bullshit,” I muttered low enough that she couldn’t hear. “Stupid assignment for a stupid book.”

“Complaining isn’t going to get it done any faster.”

“No, but it makes me feel better.” I grumbled a bit more under my breath. “Is this because of the car?”

“Of course not. Why would I be angry at you joyriding in my car around the outer belt for two and a half hours after I expressly told you to go straight home?”

She was still angry about the car. No way in hell was I getting the carrot when she was still beating me with the stick.

I worked for another half-hour. Torture. Absolute torture. It didn’t help that my work was always ‘mediocre’ when Kaylee looked it over. It was always, ‘You didn’t mention this…’ or, ‘You need another paragraph or three…’ When it was finally up to snuff, I submitted it… and opened the next one. Good god. How many of these did Ms. Huber assign? One for every chapter? Fuuuuck.

It hit ten and I was still three chapter analyses away from finishing as well as a few other random assignments. No way in hell was I getting this all done tonight. Damn it. That meant Kaylee and Charles—

“I need a break,” I said, leaning back in the chair as I rubbed my dry eyes. “There is only so much Bethany Drew I can take in a day, and I’ve hit it.”

She closed her book, setting it on her lap. She was leaning against the wall, feet resting on the side of the bed. “I’m surprised you’re giving up so easily. I thought you would be more motivated than that.”

“You and Charles can have all the fun you want tomorrow. I’m done.”

She stared at me a few seconds before speaking. “Well, if you’re finished for the night, make yourself useful…” she said as she wiggled her feet and toes at me.

“And why would I do that?”

She shrugged. “Because you want to show your appreciation for all the hard work I’m doing.”

“Hard work you’re doing?” I asked as I rotated the chair to face the bed. Scooting forward, I gently grabbed her feet and worked my fingers against them. A little pressure to knead into the flesh, but not enough to hurt.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned her head back against the wall.“Mhmm. Without me lighting a fire under your ass, you’d have failed this quarter.”

“Only Ms. Huber’s class. I’d make it up fourth quarter.”

She inhaled slowly as I worked over her feet. Man, it was only a minute or so and my hands already started to hurt. “Next quarter, you can’t get anything below a B.”

I frowned. “Anything D or above is passing.”

She cracked open an eye. “If you get a D next quarter, I’m dumping you.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Grades are a huge deal.”

“For you maybe. I just need the stupid piece of paper that says I did my time here.”

She made a mewling sound. “Must be nice to have a Sugar Momma lined up.”

“I don’t know,” I said, releasing her feet as I flexed my sore fingers. “It’s hardly an easy life.”

Sighing, she opened her eyes. “You can still get a few more assignments done…” she said with a pointed look at the laptop.

“Or,” I said, drawing out the word. “We can do something else!”

“We’re not having sex.” Her voice was firm. It wasn’t what I had in mind—well, not initially. I still felt a twinge of disappointment. It went to show how irritated Kaylee was at me. She was turning down sex in order to punish me. Honestly, it might have hurt her more than me considering her sex drive.

“Close, but not what I had in mind.” Grabbing my laptop, I unplugged it from the charger and got onto the bed. Kaylee shifted to allow me to lay down. On my belly, I positioned the laptop so we could see. It was a tight fit on the bed, but Kaylee half-laid on me, propping her head up on my shoulder to see the screen. I’ll admit, her weight atop me felt good—especially with her boobs pressing against me.

“We’re watching porn on your school laptop?”

“Pretty sure they want us to considering there are no filters.”

“Yeah, but the screen is so small.” She watched as I navigated the page. “Wait, you saved your login and password? Just how much porn do you watch?”

“Not so much anymore…”

Wait. Why was I even logging in? I didn't need to do that to search videos. Damn habit.

“Anymore?” I didn’t answer, feeling my face heat. “Hold up, I want to see…” she said as she pushed my hand away from the laptop. I didn’t know what she was doing until she got to the drop-down menu and hit favorites.

“Hey!” I said, struggling to stop her.

“No! Stop! I want to see!” she said, fighting me. I gave a half-hearted attempt to stop her but gave up after my token resistance was spent. Groaning, I let her scroll down the page filled with all the saved videos I had. There was a decent amount of them. Some I recognized, others I drew a blank. “Huh,” she said as she slowly scanned all the videos. “A lot of petite blond videos.” I felt my throat tighten. My heart thundered as she stopped scrolling. “Were you pretending these were me?”

My silence admitted my guilt as I fought the heat in my face. She shifted a bit against me so she could kiss my cheek. “Did you jack off thinking of me a lot?”

“Can we please not?”

“What? Wasn’t this why you brought up porn in the first place? Here. I want to watch this one.”

I groaned and tried to stop her, but she was too quick. I didn’t catch the title as the clip blew up to fill the entire screen. The girl was similar to Kaylee in terms of build. Kaylee was a bit more toned and the girl on the screen had bigger boobs.

We watched in silence as her and the guy went through the standard dance. They made out a bit before taking off clothes.

“Wow. She has some nice boobs.” I wasn’t going to touch that one. No way. “You like bigger boobs, don’t you?” Her voice had gotten softer, less teasing.

“Not really.”

“You still keep saying that?”

“Because it’s true?” She let out a noise indicating she didn’t believe me. “Seriously. I don’t know why you are so fixated on this. Yours are the best—and I’m not just saying that because I’m your boyfriend. Smaller boobs are hot.” She didn’t say anything else, but it felt like she was hugging me a little tighter.

The camera shifted to give a better view of the guy's cock as the girl dropped to her knees and went to work.

“Ew,” Kaylee said from her spot next to me. “That guy is massive. No way I’d fuck that.”

I glanced over at her to find her staring at the screen. She scrunched her nose in that cute way she did as the girl did her best to swallow all the guy had to offer—which was considerable.

“Fucked a guy with a ten-inch cock before. Not only was it fucking huge, but it was probably the thickest cock I’d ever seen.” She frowned at the memory. “Zero fun. Literally the only time I forced the guy to stop in the middle of it because it fucking hurt. Maybe it might have been better if the guy was more experienced, but he was pretty much a, ‘stick it in and pound as hard as you can’ sort of guy.”

That damn fluttery feeling in my stomach was there as I listened to her talk. It was like she didn’t remember who she was talking to, her attention on the screen. Moans floated from the cheap speakers as the girl on screen got absolutely hammered by the guy.

“Yup, like that. She’s faking.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, she’s totally faking. No way that feels good. She sucked on him a bit then went straight to getting pounded with no lube or foreplay? Ouch.”

My heart hammered against my chest as I blankly stared at the video. Even though I was staring right at it, nothing seemed to register. My thoughts were moving a million miles an hour on what Kaylee was saying.

“What’s the biggest you’ve enjoyed?”

“Around seven or eight is the sweet spot with me, but it’s mostly about thickness. Nothing wrong with something smaller, but I’ve found guys around there don’t need to rely on skill as much. Since most guys our age are still in the mindset of stick it in and go, every little bit helps. Then you get guys like Sean and Caleb who are big and skilled. No contest.”

“What about me?” My voice was soft as I blankly stared at the screen. “Where do I fit in size-wise?”

She shifted as she looked over at me. Our eyes met as I turned my head. There was a glimmer of concern and for a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer.

“Be honest,” I added.

“I’d say average to uh... slightly below-average? Certainly not the smallest I’ve had. One guy… forget his name… was super small. Stellar sex though.” Her expression darkened as she latched onto an old memory. “Only had sex with him twice. Kept cumming in my hair… Prick.”

“Seriously?”

“Right?” she said with a laugh. “First time I thought it was a mistake. Some guys like to finish on the face. I’m not a huge fan, but I figured after his performance, he earned it. Bam. In the hair. Thought he was just excited and overshot. Fast-forward to our next time together. Nope. He was aiming for it.”

“Does that happen often?”

“No way! He was the only one who went for the hair.”

“I meant the face.”

She thought for a moment. “Eh… It’s not common, but not rare either. Most guys who want to cum on me go for the belly or boobs and if I'm blowing them, they want me to swallow. Vast majority of guys just cum inside.” She tilted her head slightly. “You okay?”

“Yeah?”

Her features took on a nervous look. “I mean… We’re talking about me and other guys.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want—”

“It’s fine.” It was a bit surprising that I was. Sure, I felt a bit uncomfortable, but nothing more than what I normally did around sex talk. There was no crushing despair or anything like that. I found I was genuinely curious in a sterile, clinical way.

“Okay,” she said. The look she gave me suggested she didn’t fully believe me. That was fair, considering how I was in the past. “So… Was there a particular reason why you wanted us to watch porn? As interesting as going through your favorites is…”

“Ah,” I said as I stopped the video. Going back to the search page, I paused to take a deep breath. Kaylee had been putting a lot of effort into inserting herself into my interests and showing she cared. Maybe she didn’t enjoy them the same way I did, but she knew I enjoyed them and did her best to support that. Now it was my turn.

Typing in the category, I pressed enter and thumbnails of videos flooded the screen. Glancing over, I was treated to a stunned Kaylee staring at the screen. “Go ahead and pick one,” I said, giving her a slight nudge.

“These are threesome videos.”

“Well, I did enter that in the search.”

She scanned the page, moving on to the next one. Her eyes locked on one and clicked on it. The video popped up and started playing. Neither of us said anything as we watched. This one was two girls and a guy. It was clearly a female couple sharing a guy because their main focus was on each other. Poor guy seemed like a third wheel.

The next video was a lot more balanced. Again, it was two girls and a guy and they all seemed happy to be there with each other. The guy was making out with one girl while slowly fucking the other. When he switched girls, she rode him while making out with the other girl as they played with each other’s breasts.

I’ll admit it. It was sexy and redirected some blood flow. All three seemed committed to making sure no one was left out and was enjoying their time together. It was a lot different than the first video, where the guy seemed more like a bedroom toy for the girls.

“That was hot,” Kaylee said, already searching for the next video. I didn’t comment as she found one.

This time, there was only one girl. These were a bit more uncommon compared to the tons of FFM and FFF ones I saw as she flipped through the pages. Kaylee skipped a bunch of the foreplay, moving right to the action. We watched in silence, the moans and grunts from the video filling the room. The girl herself was pretty, but not exactly my type. She was tall with short hair and huge boobs. Overall though, she was up there with Kaylee and her friends from a strictly objective view. Probably why she scored two good-looking guys in the first place. They all looked to be around college age, so I figured this was a dorm room they were in.

Man was she busy. The guys traded places multiple times as she was put into position after position. She always seemed to have one cock in her pussy and the other in her mouth. The big finale was when she took both at the same time, sandwiched between the two as they went to town. Until then, they had been relatively tame. Now, they were pounding the screaming girl with reckless abandon.

“Her poor ass,” Kaylee muttered, shaking her head.

I glanced over at her. “And you want to try that?”

“Hell yeah! I mean… look at her!” I turned to the screen. Well, she certainly looked happy.

“Maybe she’s faking.”

“Maybe. She’s a hell of an actress then.”

The video ended with a double creampie—one in her ass, the other in her pussy. Suggested videos popped up at the end as we sat watching the unmoving screen.

“So…” Kaylee said softly, her head moving towards me.

“So,” I repeated.

“Any chance…?” She let the question hang.

“I’m… thinking about it.”

“Really?” She brightened considerably as she shifted her position to look at me easier.

I gave her a small nod. “There are a few things I need to figure out before, but… yeah. I know how important this is to you, and I figure I can’t really knock it until I try it…”

She gave an excited squeal, squeezing me as best she could before showering me in kisses.

“Okay! Okay!” I said, fighting her off. “But I’m serious about needing some more time.”

Giving me some space, she nodded. She was giving me a big smile when I looked away.

“How about…” she said as she resumed her earlier position. “We watch some more.”