Done with Kelly

I'm out of the shower and saying good morning to the girls just as Kelly arrives. It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating pancakes and bacon with my girlfriend and the four teenage girls I was romping around naked with last night. I'm happy to see they've cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed.

Kelly is a beautiful 24-year-old woman who dresses like she's just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls sizing her up. They look sexy as hell in their tight shorts and mid-drift barring tops

"So what was the problem you needed help with?" Kelly asks Lauren as she takes a bite of pancakes with no syrup.

"Just boy issues," Lauren shrugs like it's not big deal. I wonder if she lies this easily or if she had already come up with something when she sent the text.

"You know," Kelly says, "you can always talk to me, Lauren. I would be willing to help too."

"I'm not sure I can trust your judgment, Kelly," Lauren says, "You picked my brother." Kelly starts to stammer out an answer while the rest of us burst into laughter.

"Just kidding, Kelly," Lauren says, touching her arm. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

We continue with insignificant small talk through the rest of breakfast but it unsettles me that Kelly didn't get that Lauren was kidding. When I look around the table it seems that Kelly is probably the least fun person here. The sex is amazing. Kelly is practically a contortionist but our life outside of the bedroom consists mostly of hanging around with her boring friends or fighting with each other.

"We're going shopping so you two can talk," Lauren says as she gets up and starts to clear the table. Alex, Kristina and Kylie join her in the kitchen. Once they've filled the dishwasher, they come back in to say goodbye.

"See you later," Lauren says, kissing me on the cheek. "Bye Kelly," she waves. The other girls follow suit, saying goodbye and kissing me on the cheek.

"An affectionate bunch," Kelly says once they've left. If she only knew.

"Apparently," I answer.

"I hate it when we fight, Brandon," Kelly says reaching for my hand.

"Me too," I answer honestly, "but we seem to do it a lot." She nods. "Funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting about. It always seems to be something trivial."

"It was about Bethany," Kelly says. "You don't like her and she's one of my best friends. But never mind about that right now, I wished you had come home last night," she says in her best purr-like voice. "I was horny for some make-up sex," she laughs. Fuck! She's even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others 'wake-up sex' and 'welcome home from work-sex'.

"Kelly," I take her hand, "there is nothing in this world as wonderful as sex with you."

"Thank you," she blushes, "I try." She gives me one of her most seductive looks. "Shall we take this to your bedroom?" she asks.

"No, not this time," I respond, not really aware of what I'm saying until it comes out of my mouth. "I can never think straight when I'm in bed with you," I tell her and see a look of confusion on her face. "But honestly, outside of the bedroom we don't have a lot in common. We spend sixty percent of our time fighting and forty percent making up." I guess it is make-up sex.

"What do you mean we don't have anything in common?" she pulls back, ready for a fight. "We have our friends."

"Your friends," I counter.

"They're your friends now, too." She stops and just looks at me, her anger putting a light flush on her face. "Are you breaking up with me? Is there someone else?"

"NO!" I say emphatically. "No one else. I just think you deserve someone who you don't spend two-thirds of your time fighting with, don't you?" I ask her.

"You are breaking up with me!" She stands up and starts to walk away but spins back around. "Fuck you! Brandon! Just fuck you! Nobody breaks up with me! I do the fucking breaking up!" She takes a deep breath, whirls around and looks like she's going to breathe fire, "I hope you're happy with whoever she is! We're through!" she screams as she storms out the door.

Fuck! I didn't even know I was going to do that. But it feels right somehow. I finish straightening the kitchen then stretch out on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.

I must have dosed off, late nights of pussy eating and blowjobs will do that. I hear the girls come in, all talking at once and laughing merrily. I sit up and say hi.

"Hey," Lauren says, sitting next to me. "How did it go with Kelly?"

"We broke up," I answer, aware that the other girls are nearby and the chatter has stopped.

"I'm sorry," Lauren says, putting her arm around me.

"I'm not," I smile. "It was my idea."

"Then I'm not either," she says, kissing me playfully on the cheek. "I never really liked her anyway." I didn't know that. "I'm not sure what you saw in her... I mean... other than the obvious."

"She really knew what to do with that obvious," I answer. Lauren holds up her hands.

"TMI, Brandon!" she laughs. "Too much information."

"Outside of the sex," I continue, "We really didn't have anything in common." I stretch and turn towards my sister. "Will you go with me this afternoon to get my stuff?"

"Sure." Lauren says although I'm not certain she really wants to.

"Want to see what we bought?" Kylie asks.

"Of course," I answer as they rustle through the bags on the floor. "Will you model them for me?"

"That's what I meant," Kylie smiles. They pull out a variety of tops, shorts and skirts and start to undress.

"You're going to change right here?" Lauren asks.

"Like we have something he hasn't already seen?" Alex asks as she pulls her top over her head and reveals a light tan bra, which exposes plenty of cleavage.

"She has a point," I answer, watching as each of the girls starts to disrobe.

"You're such a guy, Brandon," Lauren punches my arm but she joins her friends in modeling the new outfits.

I spend the next half hour with a perpetual hard-on. Even though the girls never strip down past their underwear, it is sexy as hell to watch them try on their clothing. They swap tops and skirts as much as their physical differences permit and ask me my opinion on everything.