Kinky Confessions

Tuesday was Wren’s day from hell. Trip’s schedule was fairly full as well, and they both left the house before eight o’clock. Christy and I didn’t have class until later, so we spent the morning in bed and celebrated the end of danger week.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped when we finally rolled apart. “I’m going to be tingly all day.”

“Are you bragging or complaining?”

“Funny, ha ha. But I’m serious. I don’t know if I’ll be able to concentrate.” She massaged her breast. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wear a bra, either. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you abuse my nipples, but they’re always tender for a while after.”

“I know what you mean,” I chuckled. “I’m seriously thinking about fur-lined boxers or something. My poor dick isn’t raw, but he’s definitely worn out.”

“Whose fault is that?” Christy shot back. “You’re the one who kept getting hard.”

“I can’t help it. You’re such a sexy little thing that I get all these wild ideas.”

“Mmm, I know.” She propped her chin on her fist and studied me.

“You’re sketching me in your head, aren’t you?”

“Of course. I’ll put it in my book later, but I want to remember you like this.” She closed her eyes and flopped to her back. “And on top of me, spreading my legs. Under me, pinching my nipples. From behind, holding me down.” She paused and then rolled toward me. Her hand found my limp manhood. “That was my favorite, by the way, when I was on my stomach. I must’ve had a million little orgasms.”

“A million?” I teased.

“At least. Maybe two million.” She kissed her way down my chest and began sucking me back to life.

“Seriously?” I said. “The first three weren’t enough?”

“Muh-uh,” she said without taking her mouth off me. “I meed more.”

I snuck a glance at the clock as my dick reacted. We had an hour before we needed to shower and leave. A distracted part of me wondered if I could actually buy a pair of fur-lined boxers. I was going to need them, evidently.

The rest of my day was just as draining but a lot less enjoyable. My first class was Joska’s design lecture. Gracie was still giving me the cold shoulder, but Freddie and Rosemary made up for it with genuine warmth.

Joska began the class with handouts and a short lecture about how “God is in the details,” a phrase I hadn’t heard him use in a while. The quote made sense when he outlined our project for the quarter.

We had to develop one of our previous designs in detail, including structural, mechanical, and electrical drawings. In a real architecture and engineering company, those would’ve been done by specialists in each field, but we had to do the work ourselves. We also had to create scale models of structural elements and their relationship to the overall building design.

It was a mountain of work, and the entire class sat in stunned silence when he finished. Freddie found his voice first and spoke for all of us.

“Get da fuck outta here.”

We all waited for Joska to explode, but he simply nodded. “Yes, Mr.

DeFeo, I believe that’s the professional expression.”

The room erupted with a chorus of questions and complaints.

“Enough,” Joska said forcefully. He waited for the hubbub to die down.

“Architecture is a serious business for serious people. You know this. And serious people must work hard. You know this too. You would not be here otherwise.”

“But some of us have lives,” I said. “Outside of class, I mean.”

“Do you expect to waltz into a degree, Mr. Hughes?”

I chuckled ruefully and inclined my head to acknowledge his point. For everyone else’s benefit, I added a respectful, “No, sir.”

“I thought not. Now, everyone, please turn to chapter nine of your textbook, where you will find…”

He finished an hour later and dismissed us. I caught Gracie’s eye before she could leave.

“I know you probably don’t care,” I said, “but I hope you do your Brutalist castle design. That was really clever, what you did with the metal sheets and the façade.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she gave me her default frown.

“Anyway,” I added, “think about it. And… I hope you get to build it for real one day. I’d like to see it.”

She blinked in surprise but responded with an automatic, “Thank you.”

I nodded and joined Freddie and Rosemary in the hall.

“We’re going to lunch,” he said. “Wanna come with?”

“Sure.”

“After that we have Research Methods with Lauer.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Cool,” he said. “I thought you might. And then Rose was sayin’ maybe I could ask you for some pointers. You know, since you have a knack for

knowin’ what Joska wants.”

“Sure, Freddie. I’ll be happy to help.”

Gracie passed us and turned the other direction. I watched her silently and felt sorry for her. She wasn’t comfortable in social situations. She was smart and talented and worked hard, but she just didn’t understand people. She couldn’t put them into neat little boxes like she did with buildings.

Freddie interrupted my musing. “I been meanin’ to ask,” he said.

“Somethin’ happen with you an’ her? She’s been a real ice queen bitch to you all year.”

Rosemary bristled. “Freddie!”