Kinky Confessions

She leaned forward and kissed me again, long and tender. Then her hands found my penis and massaged it gently. Blood rushed into it as her fingers worked their magic.

“Do you think you’ll ever go all the way?” Christy asked. “With Erin, I mean.”

“I want to, but when the time is right.”

She nodded seriously but then grinned. “Remember my fantasy? About the three of us? Well, now I have a bunch more.”

“I can’t wait to hear them.”

“Sorry, you’re going to have to.”

“Oh? Do you need some attention?”

“Yes, please. But… can we go slow? I’m feeling very affectionate toward you right now.”

“We can go slow. We have the rest of our lives.”

She lasted all of three seconds before she pursed her lips to keep from laughing. Then she rose on her knees, braced her arms on my collarbone, and smiled down at me.

“That was maybe the worst line ever,” she said. “Except it was the best.”

“So… It was the best of lines, it was the worst of lines?”

“Oh no, please don’t.”

“What? You don’t like A Tale of Two Titties?”

“Please, I’m begging you.”

“For more Dick… -ens?”

“Oh my gosh, stop!”

I suddenly grew serious. “Only if you do something for me.”

“Like what?” she asked warily.

“Go to bed with me.”

“Why, so you can keep making awful puns?”

“No, so I can put my tongue to better use.”

“Oh. Well. When you put it that way…”

Chapter 20

For the second week in a row, Christy woke me long before dawn on Sunday.

At least she was consistent and did it with a handjob. That was just common courtesy as far as I was concerned.

“Sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“S’okay. What time is it?”

She raised her head to look. “Almost three.”

“You been awake the whole time?”

“I slept a little but then woke up thinking.”

“’Bout what?”

“This and that,” she hedged.

“Talk about it? Never mind. Dumb question. Gimme a sec, I’ll try to wake up. In the meantime, you wanna—?”

“Yes and no. I always want to, especially when you’re hard like this, but do you mind if we talk first? Just this once?”

“No problem.”

“At least I know what I want to say. I’ve been thinking about it for hours.”

“Another of those conversations?” I said. “Where you interrogate me with the Hughes Lie Detector?”

“No,” she said indignantly. Then she softened her tone, “I mean, not exactly.” She drew a deep breath. “I have a confession… When I woke you up last week and asked about Erin, I wasn’t entirely honest about why I was so horny. I— Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself.”

I was tempted to tease her and tell her to take her time—she was still

holding my dick—but something about her tone made me think twice. I gave her a reassuring squeeze instead.

“Okay, here goes,” she began hesitantly. “I’m gonna start from the beginning. Well, not the beginning-beginning, but when I first— Ugh! I’m getting ahead of myself again.” She paused and then said, “I’m just gonna start. You’ll figure it out.

“So, after Vaughn moved away, things kind of fizzled out between Peter, Lani, and me. We all wanted to keep doing it, but none of us had the guts.

Then Lani and I had a sleepover, about a month after Christmas. We stayed up late and talked, serious best-friend stuff. And we picked up where we’d left off. With… you know… making out and playing with each other.”

“I kinda figured,” I chuckled.

“Right. And then one day I was hanging out at their house after practice.

She left Peter and me alone. He started hinting about what we’d done with Vaughn. Lani must’ve told him how much I liked it. Anyway, she came back and told us she had to run down the street and do something for her mother.

She’d be gone about half an hour, she said.”

“Sounds like a setup.”

“Totally. I knew it at the time, but I only figured out later what she’d really done.”

“Which was?”

“You know. I can feel it.” She stroked my hard-on. “She snuck back and watched. Peter must’ve known too, ’cause he came really fast. He wanted me to keep going, so I did, and he came again. Lani ‘coincidentally’ returned after he put his penis away and we straightened up.”

“Yep, a total setup.”

“Mmm hmm. And a couple of days later, he said he had to go do something at the neighbor’s. Oh, Paul, I was so naïve back then. I had no idea. I just thought Lani wanted to fool around like usual. But we normally did it in her room or mine, never out where someone might see.”

“But you did it in the living room, didn’t you?” I said. “Because Peter wanted to watch.”

“Exactly. I wasn’t a total idiot, though, so I figured it out. Lani and I got in a big fight about it. But then we made up and did it again. It was… really exciting, especially knowing that Peter was probably watching. Lani wanted us to take all our clothes off—”

“Hadn’t Peter seen you before? With Vaughn?”