Kinky Confessions

We had the place to ourselves for at least another day and a half, so we didn’t have to worry about sneaking around or getting caught. We had sex whenever and wherever we wanted, and my only complaint was that I couldn’t come inside her. Even so, it was more of a challenge than it should’ve been. Christy enjoyed sex almost as much as giving head, and her pussy felt so good that pulling out was usually the last thing I wanted to do.

I was tempted to give her an ultimatum—take the pill or we stop having sex—but that would only start an argument. Her mother was right, she was the most stubborn one in the family. Her father had a pragmatic streak that she clearly hadn’t inherited. I suspected that Rich was the same, but he wasn’t in bed with me at the moment.

Christy looked up in alarm when I shuddered. “What?”

“Nothing,” I lied. “Random thought.”

I silently cursed my imagination and focused on the birth control dilemma. Some part of me wanted to start an argument, to try one more time to get her to see reason. Unfortunately, reason had nothing to do with it, so I couldn’t change her mind with logic. I directed my energy at something positive instead.

“Are you ready for a snack? And then maybe a long soak in the tub with a glass of whiskey?”

“Oh my gosh, you read my mind,” she said, although she wasn’t completely oblivious to my frustration. “But first… thank you.”

“For what?”

“Putting up with me and my nonsense.”

“All part of the package,” I said lightly.

She wasn’t ready to let herself off the hook that easily. “Brooke says I’m being selfish. Wren will too, probably. Not that it’s any of her business either.”

“No. It’s yours and mine. And—”

The phone rang.

“We can talk later,” she said. “Better see who it is.”

I stretched toward the nightstand and snatched the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hey!” Trip said. “Dude, you’re a hard guy to find.”

I mouthed his name to Christy and then said aloud, “Oh?”

“Yeah. I tried calling Christy’s house and left a message. Then I called your parents’, but your mom said you’d left on Saturday. So I tried this number, just in case.”

“Well, you found us,” I said. “We got home yesterday afternoon.”

“Ah, cool. Anyway, why I’m calling… Wren and I are back in Atlanta, at her house. We’re gonna spend the night here. We’ll be home tomorrow night.

Not sure when, but probably late. Wanted to let you know, so you don’t wait up for us.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just not sure if I’m s’posed to tell you or not. Wren’s in one of her ‘prove she can do it without you’ moods.”

My eyebrows rose with amusement.

“So,” he said into the silence, “we’re gonna hang out with Mark and Leah tonight, and probably Erin.”

“Ah, one of those parties.”

“Right. But you didn’t hear it from me.” In a louder voice he said, “We’re

going to stay here and then come home tomorrow night. Just wanted to let you know.”

I grinned. “Wren just walked in, didn’t she?”

“Yeah. We had a great time, very relaxing,” he added for her benefit.

Then, “Hold on, Wren wants to talk to you.”

“Hey,” she said. “I don’t believe for a minute that he didn’t tell you what’s going on. I have a bone to pick with you, though.”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“Why didn’t you tell us Erin and Leah were in Destin? They were a mile down the beach from us the whole time. We only found out tonight.”

“Sorry,” I said and meant it. “It didn’t even occur to me. I… um… was busy with my mom in Atlanta.”

Christy rolled her eyes. It was a whopper, all right.

“Then I was a little preoccupied once I got to San Diego,” I continued.

“Well, did you do it?” Wren asked bluntly.

“You’re such a romantic.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you. She wants you to—”

“Wren! Stop. Think about it. Where are we? Right now, I mean.”

“Who? You and Christy? At home. Why?”

“Well, we’re all alone, without family or roommates or anyone else to distract us.”

“Distract you from what, though?”

“Playing Scrabble. Duh.”

Wren huffed in frustration. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Be nice,” Christy said, quiet but intense. “Go ahead and tell her. She’ll find out anyway.”

“Sorry,” I said to Wren. “I couldn’t resist. We haven’t been playing Scrabble.”

“Oh? Monopoly, then?”

“Ha! No, Horizontal Hula.” I grinned at the silence from the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“I’m sorry. Did you say—?”

“Horizontal Hula,” I repeated, “the latest dance craze sweeping the nation.”

“Why did I ever like you?” she asked dryly. “Let me talk to Christy.”

“Chill out, Wren. I’m just messing with you.”

“I know. That’s—”

“And I’d let you talk to Christy, but she’s a little preoccupied at the moment. We’re in bed, and she wants to have sex again.”

“Now I know you’re messing with me,” Wren said after a pause. “Let me talk to her.”

“No, I’m serious.”

She hesitated. “For real?”

Christy rolled her eyes. She gestured for the phone, so I handed it to her.

“Hello? Hi! Yes, he’s serious. Uh-huh.” She listened and grinned.

“Sunday morning. And then again, like, four times Sunday night.” She held the phone away from her ear as Wren screamed.