Kinky Confessions

Christy’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What?”

“You. You’re just like your father.”

“And don’t you forget it, mister!”

“Oh, I won’t.” My grin disarmed her but didn’t pacify her completely.

“Okay,” I said calmly, “Brooke isn’t some random person. You have a relationship with her.”

“And…?”

“The flight attendant was a random person. I’d’ve been happy to spend more time with her—”

“Mmm hmm,” Christy said darkly, “I’m sure you would.”

“—but not unless you and I had talked about it. And since we hadn’t…” I gave her a significant look.

“You told her no.”

“Exactly.”

“Were you really interested? Never mind. Of course you were. You’re a guy. I get it. But… she was, like, thirty.”

“So? Besides, you know me. Yeah, I’m attracted to looks, but also to a healthy attitude about sex.”

“So you keep telling me.”

“Mmm hmm… for a reason.” I let my words hang in the air.

“I know,” she relented. “And I’m trying. I really am. It’s just… I guess it’s my autopilot. I see you with another woman and sometimes I get… I dunno… ‘jealous’ isn’t the right word. Maybe ‘scared.’”

“You don’t have anything to be scared about.”

“Tell that to the butterflies in my stomach.”

“Come here.” She hesitated but then scooted to my side. I put my arm around her and said, “You and I still have a long way to go. Yeah, we’ve come a long way already, but we’re not there yet.”

“Where’s there?” she asked softly.

“I’m not sure. Ask me in ten years.” I squeezed her possessively. “I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to. I was flirting with— the flight attendant, but then things turned serious. She realized I was like my dad, and…” I shrugged and left the rest unspoken.

“Would he have gone with her? Back to her hotel?”

“Probably. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he has before.”

“What about your mother? I didn’t think they had that kind relationship.

You know, open.”

“It’s a lot more open than I realized,” I admitted. “And that’s something you and I need to talk about. Before we go all the way. I…” I thought the words— I need to tell you something—but couldn’t bring myself to say them.

Christy misread me and sat up in alarm. “Do you still want to?”

“What? Go all the way? Of course.”

“Oh my gosh! Don’t scare me like that.” She took a deep breath and composed herself. “I guess we should talk about that.” She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them. “We… um… sort of need to hurry.”

My eyebrows rose with amusement more than surprise.

“I know you think I’m being silly,” she continued, “but I really want to do things my way.”

“What about being submissive?” I teased, although she took me seriously.

“I’ll be submissive about anything else, but not this. It’s important. To me, I mean.”

I rested a hand on her knee until she looked up at me. “It’s important to me too.”

“Thank you. I know you think it’s Russian roulette, but it isn’t really. I’ve thought about it a lot. And I’ve looked at my calendar, like, a million times.”

“A million?”

She rolled her eyes at my tone but then looked chagrined. “We don’t have much time.”

“I kinda figured.” I hadn’t counted the days, but we were getting toward the middle of her cycle.

“Tomorrow’s our last day.”

“Then we’d better get started. Take off your clothes. Get on your back.

Spread your legs.”

She knew I was teasing that time. “Oh, no. You’re supposed to seduce me. Sweep me off my feet. Woo me.”

“No time. Brace yourself.” I reached for her but she leaned away.

After a moment she returned and pulled my arm around her again. “It’s a little weird to talk about this so matter-of-factly.”

“That’s what couples do.”

“I know, but… I want our first time to be special. Now it feels like we’re making an appointment or something. I really wanna do it tonight, but…”

She glanced toward the back of the house, and I understood.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “But you wouldn’t be telling me if you hadn’t worked out a plan.”

“You know me so well.”

“Mmm hmm. So, what’re you thinking?”

She sat up again, her eyes bright with eagerness. “Okay, my mom’s going to early Mass tomorrow. She asked if I wanted to go, but I sort of lied and

told her I need to get ready to go to the beach. Oh, she doesn’t know we’re going to Black’s Beach, so—”

“No, really?”

“Funny, ha ha, Mr. Sarcasm. No, she doesn’t know.”

“Okay. What do I say if she asks?”

“I don’t know! Um…”

I felt a mixture of fondness and annoyance that she hadn’t planned ahead.

“Oh, I know! Say we’re going to La Jolla Shores. Okay? La Jolla Shores.

Got it? Anyway, I told her I need to get ready. So we’ll have some time to ourselves—”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“No, not for that,” she said immediately. “Just… um… fellatio time. I’ve missed you, especially in the mornings. I… um… sort of need you.”

“I need you too.”

She brightened immediately but then glanced toward the master bedroom.

All quiet on the maternal front, I thought wryly.

“Maybe we can have some time tonight?” Christy said.

“I’d like that.” I gently tugged my slacks to give my nascent erection room to expand.