Kinky Confessions

We also had the obligatory conversation about how I could just sit there, completely nude, like it was nothing. And once she worked up enough courage, she asked if I ever had to cover up.

“Sometimes,” I admitted, “especially times like this, where it’s just three of us and we’re all thinking about sex.”

She swallowed hard when she realized that I’d partially read her mind.

“Don’t worry, I know the difference between ‘thinking about it’ and ‘let’s do it.’ Besides, you’d know if I were really in the mood. It’s pretty obvious.”

“For sure,” she said, more to herself than me.

“Although… I would like to see more of you,” I said. “I mean, if your body’s half as sexy as your brain…” I let that sink in and then turned to Christy. “Did you bring a bikini?”

“Of course.”

“Then why don’t you girls go change? I’ll make another pitcher of drinks.

Sound good?”

Christy looked a question at Brooke, who thought about it and then nodded.

They disappeared into the back of the house while I headed for the kitchen. We’d finished the Hawaiian Punch, so I found a packet of Kool-Aid instead. It was Sunshine Punch, which looked sort of like orange juice. I

mixed it in the pitcher and then raided the liquor cabinet for vodka instead of rum.

The girls joined me outside about ten minutes later, and I got my first good look at Brooke’s body. She wore a green bikini under a light wrap, but neither could hide her lithe swimmer’s body and full breasts. Christy wore a modest white two-piece that accentuated her tan. She looked positively boyish next to Brooke, but I wasn’t about to complain.

“Wow,” I said, “you both look awesome.”

Brooke deliberately kept her eyes above my waist.

“He thinks you look nice too,” I deadpanned, “but he’s on his best behavior.”

“I’ll take care of him later,” Christy said.

“He knows. He’s patient. And… he’s in the mood for a swim instead.”

Brooke smiled at the banter. The alcohol did a lot to lower her inhibitions, and she relaxed even more over the next hour. She even flirted a bit as we lounged in and around the pool. Still, I knew better than to push things, so I played it cool.

“Thank you,” Christy said quietly, while Brooke was out of earshot. “She needs confidence more than anything. She’s always been like this, kinda dorky around guys. She really likes you, though.”

“And I like her.”

“Mmm, I can tell.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“No. I… kind of like it. I know you want to sleep with her, but it isn’t like yesterday, with that stewardess— flight attendant— whatever. Besides, you won’t do anything with Brooke until I say so. Right?”

“Right.”

“That’s what I figured.”

I raised an eyebrow with a question.

“Erin and Leah dropped a lot of hints.”

“You really do notice everything, don’t you?”

“And don’t you forget it, mister,” she said, playful instead of petulant.

“Oh, I won’t.”

Brooke swam back toward us. “I’d better get out of the sun,” she said. “I didn’t put on sunscreen, and I don’t wanna burn.”

“Same here,” I agreed. “Sucks to be fair-skinned, doesn’t it?”

“I know. I’m totally jealous of Christy and how she tans so easily.”

“Yep, me too.”

“And now I’m jealous for other reasons.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled. “I’m pretty jealous too. Of her, I mean.”

“She’s always been lucky. With guys especially—”

“And with girls.”

She stammered but continued, “With everything else too.”

“Fine, Mr. and Miss Tag Team,” Christy said as we climbed out of the pool and grabbed our towels, “I get it. I’m lucky. It’s not my fault, though.

Good things just happen to me. Now, can we change the subject? Please?”

“Sure,” I said. “We can talk about all the naughty things I’m going to do to you later.”

Brooke grinned, and Christy was comfortable enough that she didn’t squawk in surprise.

“Oh?” she said instead. “And what if I say no?”

“Then I’ll hold you down and do them anyway.”

“Sounds like someone knows what you like,” Brooke said.

“Oh my gosh, you can say that again.”

“And speaking of which…” I glanced at my watch. “Your mom should’ve left by now.”

The girls exchanged an excited look.

“It feels so weird to be talking about it,” Christy said.

“But you like doing it,” Brooke said.

“Oh, yes!”

“Okay, then… Bye.”

I laughed.

“Hey,” Christy said, faux-plaintively, “you’re kicking us out?”

“Yeah, but only ’cause you have better things to do.” Her grin turned into a look of resignation. “Besides, I really need to study for exams.”

They packed up Christy’s beach bag and the picnic basket while I pulled on my clothes. We said our goodbyes, and I extended my hand to Brooke.

She decided she knew me well enough for a hug instead. I slid a hand inside her wrap and touched her lightly on the small of the back, but I was a perfect gentleman otherwise. She stepped back and self-consciously pulled the wrap around herself, although the thin fabric did little to hide her stiff nipples underneath her bikini top.

“Oh, what the hell…” She let her arms drop.

“Yeah,” I said nonchalantly, “I have the same problem when I like

someone.”