Kinky Confessions

She blushed furiously but didn’t cover up. Instead, she shook it off and said to Christy, “See you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

We said our final goodbyes, and I slung the beach bag over my shoulder.

Then I grabbed the empty picnic basket and opened the gate with my free hand. Christy gave Brooke one last hug and followed me out.

“Your parents’ house is…?” I turned to get my bearings. “That way? Two streets?”

“Yeah. We can cut through the neighbors’ yards.”

We walked in silence for a little way before she slipped an arm through mine.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”

I nodded.

“I know you were probably expecting more, but…”

“Not really. That’s how it usually works. You get to know someone before you just hop in bed with them. I told you… I want some kind of connection before I sleep with someone.”

“Is that why you waited so long with me?”

“Ha! No. I was ready after Halloween.”

“I know. I was too, but I was scared.”

“You aren’t scared now?”

She thought about it before she answered, “A little, but only ’cause it seems more real somehow. You aren’t just my boyfriend anymore.”

“No.”

“But you aren’t my fiancé either.”

“Not officially,” I agreed.

“So it feels like we’re doing something naughty. Only… good. Exciting.

And… I understand better about you and your mom. Thinking about her made me think about me and Laurence, and what I wanted to do. It isn’t really that different. Like you said, it’s the taboo.”

“Mmm hmm.”

We walked through a yard between two houses, where we startled a neighbor. She was a doughty woman in her mid-sixties who relaxed when she recognized Christy.

“Hello, Mrs. McFadden. Just passing through.”

“Did you see my husband in the front yard?”

“No, ma’am.”

The woman huffed and pulled off her gardening gloves. “George!”

“Poor Mr. McFadden,” Christy said as the woman went to find him. “He has terrible allergies, so he hates to work in the yard. He’s always tinkering with something in the garage instead. She won’t leave him alone.” We entered her parents’ back yard, and she looked over her shoulder. “I hope we never get like that.”

“I don’t think we will.”

She sighed. “Do you ever feel like everyone else is normal and you’re the only person who’s weird?”

“All the time.”

“For real?”

“Yeah.”

“I used to think no one would ever understand, but you do.” She sighed again. “That’s why I know how lucky I am. To have you, I mean. You get me.”

We reached the screen porch and stopped at the door.

“In more ways than one,” I said with a significant look at the house.

“Mmm, I know. That’s all I’ve been thinking about. Well, until we saw Mrs. McFadden. See? I can be a philosopher too. It’s weird how your mind goes from one thing to another. But where were we? Oh, right! I was thinking about what you’re going to do to me.”

“Do you have something special in mind?”

“Uh-huh, but more than just what you’re thinking. That too, but…”

“Yes?”

“Maybe when we get home-home—to Knoxville, I mean—we can borrow Wren’s Polaroid. You can take pictures…” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re going to make me say it anyway, so here goes. Pictures of your penis. Inside me. I want to see what we look like.”

“We can do that.”

“And… I want to keep going to West Virginia, even though the ski season’s over.”

“We can do that too,” I said.

“I like the bed there. We can do things we can’t do at home.”

“What kind of things?”

“Tie me up things.” She glanced at the house. “But in the meantime, we need to do kitchen table things.”

“Oh, of course. Anything else?”

“Guest bedroom things.”

“Didn’t we do those already?”

“Not the things I’m thinking about.” She screwed up her courage.

“Maybe you can wear a towel, and I can sketch you. If you happen to ‘fall asleep’ and get hard…”

“Ha! Okay, sounds fun.”

“Yeah, you get me all right. And you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No.” I opened the screen door and held it for her.

“Even when I want to do naughty things, taboo things.”

I followed her inside. “Especially then.”

“I know. And that’s why I love you, why I’ll do anything you want.” I closed the kitchen door behind us, and Christy cocked an ear to listen. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said. “I wanna make sure.” She checked the garage—

empty—and then headed toward the bedrooms. She returned after a moment.

“The coast is clear. Now, where were we?”

She sank to her knees and unzipped my pants. I hadn’t worn my boxers home, and my dick was already growing. Christy gently pulled him out.

“Hello, Mr. Big,” she said. “You were such a good penis today. Of course, you’re a good penis every day, but you were especially good today.

So I have a reward for you. What’s that? Suck first? Okay, but only for a minute. Then Mr. Good Thing has a date with Miss Kitty. Yes, on the kitchen table. Is that okay? Awesome!”

Chapter 22

Christy and I decided to fly home a day early. We called the airline first and then Brooke.

“She’s fine with it,” Christy said as she hung up. “She has finals the rest of the week anyway. She’s still depressed about Fletcher, but…”

“It takes time,” I finished.