Kinky Confessions

“Yeah. She has papers due and stuff like that, so she’s been pretty distracted. But that’s not what I need to tell you. Hold on, let me start at the beginning. She knows about you and me—that you’re my boyfriend, I mean

—but that’s never been a big deal with us.”

“How do you mean?”

“When we were in high school. We both had boyfriends, but that never stopped us from… you know.”

“Having sex.”

“Ugh! Why is everything so easy for you? I really hate that I still can’t talk about this stuff without feeling guilty.”

“Well, get over it.”

“Easy for you to say. You weren’t raised in a strict Catholic family.”

“Neither were you.”

“I was too!”

“Catholic, yes, but not strict. Sure, your father had rules, but that’s just how he is. Your mother helped you get around them. And she knew about your girlfriends.”

“She didn’t know, but… yeah, she sorta did.”

“Exactly. So it wasn’t that strict.”

“Okay. Fine. I get it. Now. But at the time I thought it was pretty strict.”

“I understand. Anyway… you and Brooke?”

“Yeah. So, you have to understand that I still don’t think of what girls do as sex. Not sex-sex, like you and I are gonna do.”

“It is,” I chuckled, “but I know how you are. Penis in vagina—”

“Exactly.”

“—that’s sex. Everything else is fooling around.”

“Right. So you understand. And before you start, I know you’re different.

You probably think my fantasies are ‘mental sex’ or something silly like that.”

“How about ‘anything that involves an orgasm’ is sex?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever. So… Brooke probably wants to have sex. Um…

actually… I know she does. She told me. I know she isn’t my girlfriend-girlfriend—not like Wren—but I was kinda hoping the same rules might apply.” She cringed and looked at me through one cracked eyelid, like she expected me to explode.

I laughed instead. “So you’re asking permission to have sex with Brooke?”

“No! But… yes. You said I don’t need to ask permission, but that was for Wren. Do I need to for Brooke?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think I should, but I don’t really know how this works.”

I changed the subject slightly. “You said you had boyfriends in high school, but that didn’t stop you from having sex with her.”

“Right. That wasn’t cheating, ’cause it was another girl.”

“Cheating is emotional more than physical,” I said.

Her forehead wrinkled.

“That’s a longer conversation than I want to have right now. Although,” I mused, “some of our best discussions happen when you wake me in the middle of the night.” I thought about it and decided against it. I had an exam at eight o’clock the next morning. “Okay, so you want to have sex with Brooke. You don’t think it’s cheating, but you still thought you should ask.”

She nodded.

“I don’t have a problem with it. But…” I paused to let her think about it.

“What about me?”

“What d’you mean? What about you?”

“Well, you get to have sex with your girlfriend. Do I?”

“Get to have sex with Brooke?”

“No,” I laughed. “With one of my old girlfriends.”

Her eyes flew wide at that. “Oh my gosh! I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Mmm hmm. What’s good for the goose…”

“…is good for the gander,” she finished.

“Right. So, you’re going to San Diego for a few days to visit an old girlfriend. What about me? I’m going to Atlanta for a few days…”

“Hold on,” she said, suddenly suspicious, “are we bargaining for sex here? You said you didn’t like that.”

“Ha! All right, you got me. We are bargaining for sex. Sort of. But I’m not going to say you can’t have sex with Brooke if I can’t have sex with, say, Leah.”

“Oh.” She thought about it. Then she frowned.

“What?”

“Do you want to?”

“Of course. You know I do.”

“Yeah, but…” She paused and tried to decide how to put her thoughts into words. “I guess I don’t like the idea of you doing it with someone else.

Before we do, I mean.” She thought about it some more. “But if I want to have sex with Brooke, shouldn’t you have the same rights? Isn’t that what you were talking about last week? With Alexa?”

“Yeah, more or less.”

“And if I don’t think it’s cheating with Brooke,” she continued, “then I can’t really say it’s cheating for you and Leah.”

“Exactly. So… you and Brooke? Me and Leah?”

She had a sudden thought and frowned.

“What?”

“This’d be a whole lot easier if I’d gotten it through my stupid head a month ago that I was ready to go all the way with you.”

I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I don’t have to do anything with Leah.”

“I wasn’t saying that. Besides, I… um… thought of someone else.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“What if you do it—go all the way—with a certain… um… family member?”

I burst out laughing.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t mind if you did it with Erin.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “Then you can tell me about it!”

“Oh, boy. Little Bit, I never in a million years thought you’d be as kinky as you are.”

“I know, right? I’ve had to hide it from pretty much everyone.”

“And now I’m kicking myself for not realizing it sooner.”

“You should be. Think of all the things we could’ve been doing!”

“I know! Bondage. Sex in public. Wild orgies.”