Kinky Confessions

“Next weekend, in West Virginia.”

“No. I… can’t explain it. I love the inn, but I don’t want our first time to be there.”

I was running out of options and patience. “Why not?” I said as evenly as I could. “The bed there is ‘ours,’ more or less.”

“I know, but…”

I closed my eyes, exhaled slowly, and tried to calm down. Again. I told myself I couldn’t force her. Still, I was tired of waiting, tired of arbitrary excuses. She must have read my mind.

“I know I’m being silly,” she said, meek but undeterred. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought about this before I said anything. A lot. I even double-checked the calendar, just to make sure I hadn’t messed things up.

The first time that really works is next month.”

The little head wasn’t having it, and he prodded me into another attempt.

“You think waiting till spring break will be better?” I said. “We’ll be with Wren! We won’t have any privacy at all.”

“That’s the last part of my plan. You wouldn’t let me tell you before.”

“Then tell me now.”

“We’ll have privacy if we stay here. Let Wren and Trip go to Florida before us. Then we can join them later. I know you think I’m bad at planning, but— Hold on.”

She stretched toward the nightstand, turned on the light, and rolled to face me.

“Look,” she continued, “I’ve really thought about it. This weekend doesn’t work because of the timing. Next weekend we’ll be in West Virginia.

The weekend after that is bad because I’ll probably be on my period. Besides, it’s the end of the quarter and we’ll have exams, so we won’t have time to enjoy it.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. Her Christy-logic was frustratingly sound.

“Wren and Trip want to leave for Florida on the fourteenth,” she continued. “You and I can fly down on the sixteenth. That’ll give us two whole days. Alone. In our own bed. I have my little calendar. I can show you.” She started to get up, but I held her down.

“No, you’re right. I’m just… tired of waiting.”

She stroked my face. “So am I. That’s why I went to all the trouble to plan it. I know it’s even more waiting, but… you said I’m worth it.”

“You are,” I said immediately.

“Thank you.”

“Still,” I added, “what happened to ‘you’re the man, it’s your job to decide’?”

Her brow furrowed. “But… you said we’re partners. Equal partners, remember?”

“I didn’t think it’d come back to bite me!”

“Are you upset?”

“No, not really,” I lied. “Besides, we waited this long. What’s another…?” I paused to count, but Christy’s sudden grin stopped me.

“What’s so funny?”

“Twenty-three,” she said. “Days. I don’t know how many hours or seconds, but I’d probably mess up the math anyway.” She reached between us and massaged my libido back to life. “I know it seems like a long time, but in exactly three weeks and two days, you can do whatever you like, as many times as you like. Six, ten, whatever!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you have an exaggerated notion of my stamina.”

“That’s okay. I don’t mind if it’s only five times.”

“Only!” I scoffed.

“Don’t worry,” she added with a grin, “I’ll probably lose count anyway.”

“Yeah, well… in the meantime, you can forget about just being friends tonight.”

She tried to look innocent. “Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. You need to suck me off. Now. But don’t worry, I’ll probably lose count after five.”

Her eyes flashed. “I won’t.”

Judo wasn’t the same without Glen. I had plenty of friends in the club, and any of the sensei would have sparred with me, but none of them had his temperament. My morning run was all about peaceful contemplation; judo was the exact opposite, a pressure release for frustration and pent-up aggression. I had more than I could handle at the moment, and I didn’t want to explode and hit someone random.

D’you hear that, Rich? I thought. I chuckled dryly and wondered how he’d deal with my current dilemma. He couldn’t force Christy to use modern birth control any more than I could. Worse, I couldn’t say anything to her without making an ass of myself. It was her body, after all, and her faith. If she didn’t want to compromise them, it was her decision.

So I had to decide whether or not I was willing to live with the consequences of unprotected sex. As usual, the big and little heads were on opposite sides of the issue. Fortunately—or un fortunately, depending on whose perspective I listened to—I had a few weeks to think about it. Twenty-two days, to be exact.

I wasn’t in the mood to work on my design project, so I decided to do something else. I left a note at home for Christy, grabbed my sunglasses and a windbreaker, and headed to the airport. Earl and his cronies were hanging out in the FBO lounge, as usual.

“Well,” he boomed genially, “what brings you here?”

“Time to get serious about my multi-engine rating,” I said. “And I want to become an instructor. So, let’s get started on that as well.”

His grizzled eyebrows went up. “You tryin’ to put me out of a job?”

“I’ve been teaching some kids. Basic stuff, but I want to keep doing it. I need the instructor certificate if I want to sign their logbooks.”