The first part to the series on Kyle.
I’ve never been a good girl, but I’ve got my limits when it comes to being bad. Besides trans fat and anal sex, there’s a fair number of items on my never-ever list. With a certain new hookup, however, the boundaries blur. For the past several weeks, Kyle has been pushing my buttons (and a few body parts) and I’ve been throwing all my rules out the window as this illicit relationship has escalated. Maybe it’s because this bad boy’s proven to be an irresistably good lay; maybe it’s because he’s an admitted asshole whose self-awareness is more endearing than loathsome. But I have a hunch that it’s more than that. Both my sexual and intellectual match, he’s hardly intimidated by my reputation. That’s not only a rarity nowadays, but a turn-on.
As such, there are things I let slide with Kyle that no one else would get away with. For example, text messaging me at three in the morning expecting to get ass. But I find it impossible to refuse his company if only because I can’t wait to hear the lines he’ll use this time.
“So what are you doing here?” I asked him two weekends ago. “I have a big crush on you,” he slyly responded. It’s retorts like these that make it difficult for me to turn him down. I can’t quite call him charming but I can’t accuse him of sleaziness either. He’s somewhere in between — smooth and smug with a smirk to match. Our banter and foreplay is like one elaborate inside joke. Kyle knows how to handle me so that I never feel like I’m giving in or letting him win. I know that even though I can drive, I prefer handing him the keys and enjoying the ride.
The first time we hooked up was after our second meeting, when I pegged him as a potential candidate for a friend. Since he was just a degree removed from someone I fucked, Kyle was unfathomable as a hookup and never even made it onto my own radar. He might as well have been gay, which is probably why I let myself act unabashedly flirtatious around him. I leaned into him while I laughed, returned his mischievious glances, and whispered comebacks with my cheek against his. As we drank, danced, and partied among mutual friends, it didn’t occur to me that this attractive, smart-mouthed stranger could end up in my own bed.
Behind his shoulders, I saw Rena mouthing a distinct “NO” when she noticed our shameless behavior. Around me, my pals were raising their eyebrows in a similarly disapproving fashion. They were mistaken, I thought. As rash as I am, Kyle’s associations simply ruled him out as sex material, which was precisely why I let myself put on a show. Even I had better judgment than to act on that sort of impulse. Besides, I already had plans in mind for setting him up with someone. Kyle, however, had different plans …