Kayla laid her arm across my chest and pressed her warm, sweaty body against mine, nuzzling her face into my neck.
“That was great baby,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“No need to thank me,” I returned, wrapping my arm around her. “I think you did all the work this time.”
Kayla let out a giggle as she snuggled closer.
“Yeah, I think you’re right. I even worked up a bit of a sweat.”
“I’ll say!” I exclaimed, half joking. “You’re soaking wet.”
“In more ways than one,” Kayla purred back, her voice dripping with innuendo.
I turned to look at my girlfriend, her beautiful face barely visible in the dim light of my bedroom. I could see her loving eyes staring back at me as she softly ran her hand over my chest.
“You don’t want to go again do you?” I asked. “Aren’t you tired yet?”
“You know I can’t get enough of you,” she responded, propping her head up with her arm. “You’re just too irresistible.”
Kayla’s tone was a little exaggerated, but her comment was flattering none the less. We had been together for almost a year and I had never been happier. Usually by this time in a relationship I would be running for the hills, but it was different with Kayla. We had fun together, and the sex was great, not to mention the fact that she was by far the hottest girl I had ever dated. In fact, I could almost say she was perfect.
“Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?”, I asked moving the conversation away from sex to give my poor penis a much needed rest. “I thought we could hit the beach.”
I loved going to the beach with Kayla. Her body was amazing and it was always an ego boost being seen with her in public, especially when if she was wearing a bikini.
“No can do,” she replied shaking her head apologetically. “I promised Hailey I’d go shopping with her tomorrow.”
I cringed as Kayla mentioned the name of her best friend.
“Make sure she doesn’t suck any dicks on the way to the mall,” I blurted out sarcastically.
“Hey!” Kayla scolded, trying not to crack a smile but giving me a light punch in the shoulder. “Don’t talk about my friend like that.”
“Sorry,” I said, laughing as I tried to fend off more of Kayla’s playful punches. “But she is a bit of a slut.”
Kayla gave a look of shear surprise and intensified her attack, changing from punching to tickling. Trying to keep myself from laughing harder, I grabbed my girlfriend by the wrists, holding her at bay.
“So what if she’s a little bit promiscuous?” Kayla stated, trying to remain serious as we wrestled. “She’s still nice.”
“Promiscuous?” I spat. “She makes Jenna Jameson look like a nun!”
“That’s it!” Kayla howled, her eyes opening wide. “You’re gonna get it!”
She then lunged onto me, struggling furiously as I held her back. Rolling to the side, I slipped off the edge of the bed falling hard onto the floor, bringing Kayla crashing down on top of me.
“Owww,” I muttered, rubbing my head as she rolled off me onto the floor laughing.
We both had a good laugh before Kayla regained her composure and hauled her self up to her knees.
“Seriously though,” she said, looking down at me. “You shouldn’t make fun of Hailey. You know I used to be a bit of a slut too.”
Her words shocked me and it took me a minute to process what Kayla had just said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said trying to dismiss the subject. “Forget about it.”
“Hold on a minute. Are you trying to tell me that you used to be like Hailey?”
Kayla looked down sheepishly at the ground and began to play with her toes.
“Well….” she began, suddenly becoming very shy.