Kinky Confessions

“Fletcher broke up with Brooke. They had a big fight yesterday and he ended it today. He said some really nasty things.”

“Was he cheating on her?”

She nodded glumly. “Almost the entire time they were dating. He got tired of hiding it, he said. He didn’t care anymore, had never loved her. He was only with her for the sex, he said, and even that wasn’t worth it anymore.”

“Ouch. He sounds like a jerk.”

“You can say that again.”

“What’s she going to do?” I asked.

“She doesn’t know. Neither do I,” Christy said, despondent again. She avoided my eyes and said hesitantly, “She wants me to fly home. To San Diego, I mean.”

“I knew what you meant,” I said neutrally. Then I took a deep breath to get my frustration under control. “Doesn’t she have friends there?”

“She does, but…”

“None like you,” I said heavily.

“No.”

I could only think of one way to avoid being the bad guy. “Go see her.”

“I can’t. I have exams. I won’t graduate if I miss them.”

“Then after your last exam. Go. Brooke needs you.”

She looked up in surprise. “But… next week? It’s only six days. I promised…”

“I’ll survive until you get back.”

“You could come with me.”

“I… think I’d be a distraction,” I said diplomatically. It was the last thing I wanted, but I knew how bad Christy would feel if she completely abandoned her friend.

“No you wouldn’t,” she argued. “You’d—”

“Just get in the way. You need to spend time with Brooke.”

“But I don’t want you to think I’m choosing her over you. I said I’d never do that.”

“I’m choosing her over me,” I said softly. Then I realized that I actually meant it. “Go. Take care of Brooke. You and I can spend time together when you get back.”

“What’ll you do? Will you stay here?”

“I’m not sure.” I thought about it. “I don’t want to go to Florida with Trip and Wren. I’d be a third wheel there too. And… I don’t really want to stay here by myself. I guess I’ll go to Atlanta.”

“I could meet you there, after I see Brooke.”

I shook my head. “A breakup like that doesn’t suddenly get better after a day or two. What if she needs you?”

“I’ll tell her that you come first.”

“Why don’t we compromise?” I said. “You spend a few days with Brooke while I visit my family in Atlanta. Then I’ll fly out to San Diego and spend the rest of spring break with you and your family. I can meet Brooke—if she isn’t sick of guys, that is—and it’ll be a good distraction.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that you and I can distract her from her ex-boyfriend. We can hang out at the beach or pool or whatever.”

“You really wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. She’s one of your best friends. In a way, she’s still your girlfriend—”

Christy nodded.

“—so it’s important that you’re there for her. I know you don’t want to choose her over me, but it’s okay if I make the choice.”

“I still want to… you know… what we planned.”

“Go all the way?” I grinned. “We have the rest of our lives.”

“That’s still the worst line ever.”

“What can I say? It’s true, though. Besides, who says we won’t find time while we’re in San Diego?”

“Oh my gosh, no! We’ll be staying with my parents. We can’t!”

I chuckled and kissed her. “Little Bit,” I said, “I guarantee I can fuck you five or six times a day and your parents’d never know.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“Seriously. Your dad’ll be at work, and your mom can’t watch us all the time. It’s a big house. Heck, it’s a big town. We’ll find someplace if we’re determined enough.”

“But… I don’t want to ‘find someplace.’ I want someplace that’s ours.”

“Christy, my love, anywhere we are is ‘ours.’ We don’t need a consecrated bed. A kitchen table will do nicely.”

“Not for our first time!”

“No,” I agreed, “but it’ll work for the second or third. Or pretty much any time, now that I think about it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Guys’ll do anything to get lucky.”

“Yeah, we will. And I’m willing to wait a bit longer to get lucky with you. Well, luck ier. I’m already lucky. But you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“Not till the wedding,” I said automatically, and we shared a grin.

She reached up and caressed my face. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You were a naughty girl, and I’m your punishment.”

“I’m looking forward to being naughty for real. Very, very naughty.”

“Me too,” I said. “Now let’s figure out how to make spring break work for you, me, and Brooke.”

“Later. Right now I need you to hold me.”

I called my mom the next day to ask if I could visit for a couple of days.

“Of course,” she said. “What’s going on? I thought you were going to Florida.”

“Plans changed.” I told her about Brooke’s breakup and Christy’s decision to spend a few days with her. “Then I’m going to fly out to visit her in San Diego. I can fly standby since it isn’t a holiday.”

“Why not just fly out with her in the first place? Never mind. I think I understand.”

“Yeah. I don’t want Christy to feel bad for spending all her time with Brooke. This way, they get a few days together without any hurt feelings.

Then I’ll join them, and Christy and I can distract Brooke from her troubles.”

I chuckled. “It isn’t quite a soap opera, but pretty close.”