Kinky Confessions

I studied her for a moment and decided how to answer. Her explicit question was easy. “I like it,” I said. “And I know what I’ll be doing every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening for the next ten weeks.”

Her implicit question was trickier, so I let my eyes linger on hers. I like you, too, but… it’s complicated.

I’d need more than a single look to explain that my girlfriend was also attracted to her, much less that we might be interested in a threesome. And I certainly didn’t know her well enough to come right out and tell her. She caught the gist of my second reply, though. She wanted to say something else but didn’t know how, so she fell back on formality.

“It was nice to meet you,” she said. “And you’re a really good dancer. I think you’ll enjoy the team.”

“Me too, thanks. You’re a good teacher.”

“I didn’t do anything special. Besides, I…” She fell silent as Christy joined us.

“Oh my gosh, that was amazing!” She slid under my arm and beamed up at me. “Thank you. And thank you,” she added to Terri. “I felt so bad when I abandoned him, but then I saw he was with you and knew he’d be all right.”

She looked up at me. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course. Terri’s an amazing dancer. So good that she made me look good.”

“Don’t be silly,” Christy said. “I knew you’d be good at it.”

“She’s right,” Terri said. “You’re a natural.”

“See? I told you,” Christy said.

I wondered if she consciously realized what she was doing, which was staking her claim and making sure Terri understood whose boyfriend I was. It might’ve been instinctual, but I couldn’t tell with her sometimes. Whatever the case, all three of us knew who I was going home with.

We talked for a few more minutes, about dance competitions and the modern dance group. It was much smaller than the ballroom group, and it

practiced on Thursday evenings. Then Terri said she needed to talk to the other coaches before she left, so we said goodbye and gathered our things.

Christy was full of energy as we walked across campus. She waltzed ahead, did a couple of turns, and then settled down to walk backward in front of me.

“Thank you,” she said again. “I know you think our schedule’s full already, but… I’ve wanted to do this for a while. I told you, I’ve never had a boyfriend I could dance with.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” She danced back to my side and fell into step. After a moment she grinned up at me. “And for the record, you were totally cute tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Notice what?”

“You. Flirting with Terri.”

I glanced at her sideways. “So… it didn’t bother you.”

“No. Not like it did with that flight attendant, whatever her name was.”

I pursed my lips and suppressed a grin. Christy’s memory was better than mine for many things, and I was pretty sure she remembered Pam’s name, even though she pretended not to.

“I’m glad,” I said. “Besides, you weren’t interested in her, the flight attendant.”

She scrunched her nose and shook her head.

“You’re definitely interested in Terri, though.”

“Sometimes I hate that you can read me so easily. But sometimes I really like it.”

“Like now?”

“Like now,” she agreed. “I’d love to sleep with her. She’s so exotic and beautiful. She’s even my size. Except… wow! What an amazing body.

Nothing like mine.”

“It’s exactly like yours. Well, except up top.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Hers are huge!”

“They aren’t huge,” I chuckled. “They’re Cs, maybe Ds.”

“On someone our size, that’s huge. But you have a warped perspective, Mr. Hugh G. Rection.”

I snorted a laugh and drew her close.

“And speaking of huge erections…,” she added. “I believe I promised yours some attention.” She grinned up at me. “No more danger week.”

“Oh? I thought it was tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, tonight, close enough.”

I wanted to scream but clenched my jaw instead.

She completely missed it in her excitement, and I slowly calmed down as she chattered the rest of the way home. She talked about Terri and Brooke and West Virginia and Penthouse and anything else that flitted through her imagination.

“Oh my gosh, listen to me,” she said as we climbed the steps to the house.

“I’ve been chattering the whole way home.”

“You’re excited.”

“I’m also starving. But I think I need a creamy snack before dinner. What do you say, Mr. Big?” She glanced at my crotch and the bulge there. “Are you in the mood?”

“He’s always in the mood as far as you’re concerned.”

“Mmm, I know. And then maybe after dinner, we can…?” She waited and then rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You’re going to make me say it? Fine.

Whatever,” she said without heat. “After dinner, will you please take me upstairs, hold me down, and fill me with semen?”

“I’d love to.”

She bounced insistently. “You created a monster. Now you have to vanquish me. Over and over and over.”