Kinky Confessions

Christy shook herself. “Don’t distract me. I can barely think straight when he’s like that.”

“You hear that, Mr. Big?” I said. “Down, boy.”

She laughed. “I’ve missed your dumb sense of humor almost as much as the rest of you. But I’ll never get through this if you keep it up.”

“Keep what up?”

“Ugh! Stop. Just… stop.”

“Sorry.”

“You are not. Anyway, where was I? Right. So, my mom’s going to early Mass. You and I will have some time, but not enough for… you know.”

“Sex. Making love. Fucking.”

“Oh my gosh, Paul! I’m so horny right now I think we’ll have to skip the first two.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Uh-huh,” she said seriously, “I think you’d better just fuck me to start.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Do whatever you want. Tie me up, hold me down, bend me over— Oh my gosh! Now I have to stop! And I can’t concentrate with—” She turned

and grabbed a throw pillow, which she unceremoniously thrust into my lap to cover the bulge. “There! Now, let me finish. Please. We’ll have time tomorrow. And… um…” She glanced at the pillow. “We definitely need a not-date tonight, once I’m sure my mom is good and asleep.”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“But I have to get through this first. So… my mom has a charity auction tomorrow night. It’s a dinner and everything. She’s on the committee, so she’ll be there till it’s over. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“And you’ve decided that your bedroom is ‘ours’?”

“The bedroom, the living room, the kitchen table… wherever!”

She inhaled and let her breath out slowly. Then she suddenly remembered her whiskey. She drank half of it, swirled the ice, and drained the rest. She rose on her knees and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were cold, but they warmed as we lingered over the kiss.

“Be right back,” she said at last. She stood and took my glass.

I watched with a mixture of amusement and anticipation as she set them on the drinks trolley.

She shot me a sultry look over her shoulder before she disappeared toward the back of the house and her mother’s bedroom. She returned half a minute later and said, “I think she’s asleep.”

While she refreshed our drinks, I tried to decide whether or not to throw a wet blanket over her mood. The little head wanted to get straight to the fellatio, but the big head knew better. Christy returned and handed me a glass as she settled on the couch next to me.

“Um… I have to tell you something,” I said. My mouth had suddenly gone dry, so I gulped the whiskey and felt it burn its way down my throat.

“You’re scaring me again,” she said shakily. She took a long sip of her own drink and then another. The alcohol calmed her, but not completely.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just… I’m scared, so… um… yeah.” I felt guilty as ominous thoughts flitted across her expression. “It isn’t bad,” I said.

“Nothing we can’t deal with.”

“Just tell me,” she said quietly. “You’re making it worse by dragging it out.”

“Sorry, this isn’t easy. It’s something I’ve hidden for a long time. Worse, I haven’t had time to rehearse what I want to say, so I don’t really know where to begin.” I made a snap decision. “You know about Susan and me, right?”

“‘Know’? No. But I suspected. I mean, it’s kinda obvious. So… yeah.”

“How come you never said anything?”

She rolled her eyes impatiently. “’Cause I knew you’d tell me when you were ready. But you’re stalling.”

“Yeah, okay. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’m going to need more alcohol for this, aren’t I?”

“Probably. Me too.” I drained my glass and offered it to her when she stood. “Less ice this time, please.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Liquid courage.”

The ritual of pouring fresh drinks seemed to calm her nerves, and I felt a warm glow spread through me as the alcohol I’d drunk already worked its way into my system. Christy returned a moment later and extended a nearly full glass. Two lonely ice cubes floated in the amber liquid.

“You don’t mess around,” I joked nervously. Then I took a long sip and felt the heat going down. I cleared my throat. “Part of the reason I’m so nervous is that I’ve never told anyone this. Not Gina, not Kendall, not even Leah. Erin knows some of it, but not all. And… I’m scared about how you’ll react.”

Christy nodded silently and fixed me with a cool, slightly annoyed stare.

Liquid courage worked both ways.

“All right, so you knew about Susan and me,” I said at last. “She was my first. You probably figured that out too.”

“Mmm hmm.” She gestured at my whiskey glass. “Keep going. Drink up.”

“Hold on, are you trying to get me drunk?”

“No, I’m trying to get you to talk. You’re still stalling.”

“Right.” I drained half the glass in one long pull and wheezed as the alcohol took my breath away. “God, I don’t know how you do that.”

“Practice,” she said dryly.

I wiped my lips and set the tumbler on the floor. I was buzzed already, and the last drink and a half had gone down far too quickly. “Okay,” I continued, “the R-rated version is that Susan and I started when I was fifteen.”