Kinky Confessions

“Did you ever think this would happen?” I asked. “I mean, back on…?”

“September 3rd, 1981.”

“Right. But… that was a long time ago. Did you ever think we’d get to this point? Where we’re seriously talking about getting married and spending the rest of our lives together?”

“Honestly?”

I nodded.

“On that day? Yes.”

“For real?”

“Mmm hmm. I never believed in love at first sight till then.” She chuckled, low and rueful. “But don’t ask me about all the days after that.”

“What?” I teased. “You weren’t in love with me every day since then?”

“You were there. What do you think?”

“I think… I’m glad I came to my senses. And I’m glad you came to my bed.”

“Our bed.”

“Right. Our bed. But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m glad you’re here.”

“Mmm, me too. And not just for the obvious reasons.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a nice enough bed,” she said, “and I love the man in it, but… it’s more than that.”

“More?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! All that extra closet space.”

My eyes flew open with disbelief.

“Hey, a girl has needs.” She laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re speechless.”

“I’ll show you speechless!” I threw her onto her back and rolled on top of her. Then I spread her legs with my own and pinned her arms above her head.

“I can still talk,” she taunted.

“Not for long.” I kissed her.

She pretended to squirm and fight, but her lips never left mine. My dick swelled with arousal until it nudged her thigh. She moved her hips, and the tip slid into her channel. I eased forward and slowly buried my shaft. When my hips finally met hers, I released her hands and pushed myself up.

“Well? Anything to say?”

She considered it but then shook her head.

“Are you sure?” I waited, and she eventually nodded. “In that case, I’ll give you what you want.”

She nodded again, emphatically. Then she ran her hands along my triceps. I began thrusting, and she gazed up at me with a steady intensity that slowly changed to unfocused pleasure. After several minutes a flush crept up her chest and neck. Her cheeks turned pink as well, and her nostrils flared with her ragged breathing. I kept going until she arched her back and dug her fingers into my arms.

She came with a silent scream that left her holding her breath. I held still above her, although a certain part of me wanted to keep thrusting until I came inside her. She eventually went limp and started breathing again. Her skin shone with perspiration as her chest rose and fell. She opened her eyes and looked up at me calmly.

“I don’t know how you do that,” she said.

“Do what?”

“Make me come so hard.”

“Practice.”

“Mmm, I like your practice.” She smiled languidly. “Your penis too.”

“He likes you. A lot.”

“I can tell. He feels good inside me.” Her eyelids drooped but then snapped open. “You didn’t—?”

“No.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She winced guiltily and added, “Sometimes I can’t tell.”

“That’s okay.”

She caressed my face. “One more day. Then you can come inside me all you want. Till then, I’ll swallow everything you give me. Only… I need a few minutes to recover. I’m still all tingly and weak.”

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm, I know. You’re mine now.”

I rose early the next morning and went for a run. Christy was awake when I returned, and I knew exactly what she’d been doing from her semi-guilty expression.

“Couldn’t wait?” I teased as I stripped off my shirt and shorts.

“I only came once, and it was just a little one.”

“I don’t know who’s hornier, you or me.”

“I am. But I hide it better. You get all hard and insistent.” Her eyes flashed. “Like now.”

“So you like?”

“Mmm, penis. Yes, please.”

Unfortunately, we both had early classes, so we had to keep an eye on the clock. Still, a quickie was better than nothing at all. Afterward, we took a shower together and then grabbed breakfast on the way out the door. She beamed up at me and bounced happily as we joined the flow of other students heading to campus.

We chatted about everyday things until we reached the A&A building, where we parted with a kiss and a wave. She headed down to Siobhan’s studio, while I made my way up to the third floor. I found my classroom and almost ran into Gracie, who was coming from the other direction. She apologized and then looked up.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Yeah. Hi.”

“Hi,” she said cautiously.

We stood in awkward silence until I decided to break the ice.

“Did you have a good break?”

She shrugged. “Not bad. You?”

“Pretty good.”

“That’s nice.” She hesitated and then said, “Thanks. For what you said.

Before. About my building. And to Joska.”

“You’re welcome. I stick up for my friends.”

Hope flickered in her eyes and then slowly faded when I didn’t return it. I didn’t mean to be cruel, but rejection was a bitter pill, no matter how I tried to sugarcoat it. She closed down and fled into the classroom, where she took a seat and stared straight ahead.

I heaved a sigh and stood outside the door. A couple of friends slid past me and into the room. Freddie DeFeo eventually snapped me out of it.