Kinky Confessions

She rolled her eyes. “I used to think you were kidding when you talked about your ‘nefarious plan.’ But you make it so easy. To be naughty, I mean.

One minute I’m pure and innocent, the next I’m part of an orgy with a half-dozen people. You said that to me once. D’you remember?”

“No, but it sounds like me,” I chuckled.

“How was I s’posed to know you were telling the truth?”

“I’ve always told you the truth.”

“Even when I didn’t realize it,” she agreed. Then she kissed my chest and sighed with affection. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So it’s settled? I can… um… have sex with Brooke—”

I nodded at her deliberate wording.

“—and you can have sex with Leah?”

“Or a certain family member?” I added with a grin.

“Oh my gosh, yes! You’ll have to tell me if you do. And now I’m all worked up thinking about it.” She raised her head and looked at me. “See? I told you I’m more affectionate when I’m on my period. And by ‘more affectionate,’ I mean horny. There, I said it!”

I chuckled and started to say something, but she cut me off.

“Sorry, can’t talk now.” She pushed the covers down. “Need to suck.”

BEST LAID PLANS

AUTHOR’S NOTE

The events in Best Laid Plans take place at this point in the story. I mention them in the next chapter, but only in passing.

You should definitely read the book if you want to know the details of what happens when Paul goes home for spring break.

Or you can keep going here. You can always read it later if you want to know more.

Best Laid Plans

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Chapter 21

Christy finished her last exam on Tuesday, and I drove her to the airport for her flight to San Diego. I finished my own exams the next day and headed to Atlanta. I was a bit surprised when I arrived and discovered that my mom was the only one home. I’d been expecting to see my whole family, but my dad had accepted a reverse seniority trip (sort of like overtime) and Erin had gone to Florida for spring break after all.

So Mom and I spent a quiet evening in front of the television. The next morning we worked on the flower beds in the front yard. After lunch we moved to the back yard, where we took advantage of the privacy fence to work on our tans and do some nude gardening. I didn’t think twice about teasing and flirting, since we had rules about how far it could go.

But Mom had changed the rules without telling me, although I figured it out pretty quickly when she seduced me. We had sex again after she explained, and my quiet little vacation turned into a taboo fuck-fest. A crazy part of me even thought about writing an anonymous letter to Penthouse, with the names and details changed to protect the not-so-innocent, like yours truly. I talked myself out of it pretty quickly, but my imagination was still in overdrive when I left for the airport on Saturday morning.

The rest of the day brought me back to reality. Rain and wind battered the Northeast, while snow blanketed the Rockies. Atlanta felt the effects from both directions. I was bumped from my first flight and couldn’t get on several others, so I spent nearly six hours waiting in the departure lounge before the ticket agent finally found a seat for me. On the plus side, she upgraded me to first class because I’d been polite and easy to deal with. So, score one for a

good attitude.

I spent the last of my pocket change on a quick call to Christy and then raced to my gate. I made it with plenty of time to spare and even had to wait for the last of the paying passengers to board. But eventually I settled into my comfy seat and let out a sigh as the adrenaline started to wear off. I was finally headed to San Diego.

One of the flight attendants gave me a couple of curious looks after takeoff, but that wasn’t too unusual. Someone on the crew usually knew my father, and she’d probably made the connection when she saw my name on the manifest as a standby passenger. She was several years older than me, a pretty brunette with a willowy dancer’s body. She was busy with the drinks cart and meal service for the first half of the flight, but I made my way back to the galley once the cabin settled down after dinner.

“Hey, I’m Paul,” I said, “up in 4E. I think you know my dad. He’s a pilot.

David Hughes.”

“I thought so! You look just like him.”

“Yeah, ’fraid so.”

“No, that’s a good thing.” She smiled and extended her hand. “I’m Pam.

Nice to meet you.”

We chatted for a few minutes, until the plane shook and rattled through heavy turbulence. The captain turned on the Fasten Seatbelts sign, and the first officer came over the intercom to make the announcement. Pam looked up as the flight attendant call chimed immediately after.

“I’d better get back to my seat,” I said.

“Yeah, sorry,” she agreed. “And I’d better get back to work.”

The flight was bumpy for a while but then it settled down. Pam and I didn’t have a chance to talk again, but we traded several smiles before we began our descent into San Diego.