Kinky Confessions

I nodded and stroked her back as she fell silent. She’d stopped playing with my dick sometime during her story, and she simply held me as her emotions settled.

“How’d things end?” I asked after a while.

She drew a deep breath and plunged into the story again. “Peter quit the swim team. He got a new job and worked every day right after school, for real. In the spring he applied to go to school in Hilo instead of Honolulu. I think he wanted to get away. Duh.”

“Not just from the guilt,” I said, “but from the temptation too.”

“You’re probably right.” She sighed. “Lani and I were still friends, but things were never the same. We were real intense for a couple of weeks when my dad got a new command and we knew we were leaving for San Diego, but that was probably the one time I was happy to move.

“I felt really guilty about it, though. I mean, Lani had been my best friend. And Peter wasn’t really my boyfriend, but he was the closest thing I’d ever had to one.” She fell silent and thought for a moment before she said, “I guess what I felt most guilty about—at the time, at least—was that I couldn’t stop thinking about them doing it. I mean, I never saw it, but I must’ve imagined it, like, a million times.”

She slid her hand down my stomach and found my manhood. She sighed as she massaged it. “I thought you’d like that. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. And this won’t surprise you, but Brooke helped. She didn’t know she was doing it, but still.”

“No wonder you couldn’t sleep,” I said. “You had all this going through your head?”

“Just wait. You only know half of it. I’m still really scared to tell you the rest, but I’m pretty sure I know how you’ll react. Like you were about Erin.”

She laughed at herself. “Exactly like that, so you probably figured it out already.”

“Maybe.”

“I think you have, but I’ll tell you anyway. You like when I say naughty things.”

“I like learning more about you. Besides, we usually have sex after—”

“We do not! Well, not my kind of sex. Your kind, maybe.”

“Oral sex is still sex.”

“Fine,” she play-grumped. “We have sex afterward.” She stroked my erection. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

“A very good thing,” I agreed. “Anyway, as I was saying… I like getting to know you—the real you.”

“I’m glad,” she said softly. “Because I’ve never told anyone these things.

Not even Brooke, and definitely not Wren. I’d never trust her with something like this. But I’m stalling. So, here goes.

“My mom had a bunch of tricks for getting me out of the house to make new friends each time we moved. That’s how I started ballet, gymnastics, swimming, et cetera. She signed me up for stuff. When we moved to San Diego, it was summer diving camp, and that’s where I met Brooke. Her family had just moved from Dallas, so we were the new girls. She was kind of quiet at first, but we started talking and found out we were both going to Uni when school started.”

“Hold on… going to what?”

“Oh, sorry,” Christy said. “The University of San Diego High School—”

“Ah, right!”

“—but everyone called it Uni for short. Anyway, Brooke and I hit it off immediately. ‘Like a house on fire,’ she used to say. They lived near us and had a pool, so we hung out there after camp ended.”

“Lemme guess,” I said, “one thing led to another?”

“Paul, I swear! She had my swimsuit off and was between my legs before I knew it.”

I chuckled.

“She did!”

“Little Bit,” I said gently, “I know you. You play at being innocent, but you aren’t. Wren’s pretty sure you seduced her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied.

“Uh-huh.”

“Ugh! I can feel your eyebrow doing that skeptical thing. It’s so annoying. Okay. Fine. I might’ve seduced Wren. But she started it! I didn’t seduce Brooke, though. I promise. I’ll swear on a Bible if you want.”

“No, I wouldn’t want to put your soul in jeopardy.”

“What?” she squawked. Then she sat up and stared me down. “Take that

back! My soul wouldn’t be in jeopardy! I’m telling the truth!”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Paul Dean Hughes, I did not seduce Brooke. She seduced me! I swear.”

“Sorry, I’m mostly teasing you.” I stroked her back and waited.

“Yeah, okay, but it’s the principle. Brooke seduced me.”

“Brooke seduced you,” I agreed seriously.

“You still sound like you don’t believe me.”

“I believe you. But the important thing is that you ended up in bed together.”

“For your information, Mr. Smarty-pants, we were in the pool.”

“Right, you said swimsuit. Sounds like fun. Sex with Brooke in the water…”

The covers had fallen back when Christy had sat up, so I pushed them out of the way and reached for my semi-hard shaft.

“Darn it,” she complained, “why can’t I stay annoyed at you?”

“Because you love me. And I love you.” I aimed my hard-on at her. “He loves you too.”

“He loves anyone who’ll pay attention to him.”

“These days, that’s you and only you.”