Kinky Confessions

“What?” he protested. “You don’t like her either!”

“But that doesn’t mean you can say hateful things about her.”

“She’s right, Freddie,” I said. “Gracie’s still a person. Do unto others…

you know?”

“Whatever,” he said. “Fuggedaboutit.”

Rosemary and I shared a resigned look.

“Keep working on him,” I told her.

“Who, me?” he said.

“Yes, you, Freddie. You’d better listen to Rosemary.”

“Ay, you don’t have to tell me.”

On Thursday Christy and I showed up for the modern dance group. We brought the total to sixteen students, plus a couple of faculty advisors, although not the same ones as the ballroom team. The coach-advisors helped with music and choreography but didn’t perform with the team. I felt like a fish out of water, since everyone had at least some background in dance.

Roberto offered to show Christy their main routine, while Terri took me aside to work on basics. Part of me wondered if he was putting the moves on Christy or if Terri was doing the same to me. I was more curious than worried, though.

“It was my idea,” Terri said when I asked. “I hope you don’t mind.

Christy’s a lot more advanced, and we thought she could join the main group right away. No offense, but you still have a lot to learn before you’re ready to perform. You’re really athletic, though. And you know how to move.”

“I took up boxing last summer. I was surprised by how much of it was footwork.”

“Yeah, it is. I’ve worked with boxers.”

“And I wrestled in high school, before I started doing judo.”

“So you’re a fighter, not a lover?” she joked.

“Well, I’m a pretty good lover too.”

She blinked as if she hadn’t heard me clearly.

I let her off the hook with a polite lie. “I’m kidding,” I said. “But I am ready to learn the Electric Slide. So, where do we start?”

Wren and Trip were both so busy with school that neither of them had time to plan anything for his birthday. Christy and I weren’t about to let it pass without doing something, so on Saturday we organized a last-minute surprise party. We bought a cake and hung streamers in the living room and invited over a small group of friends for food and drinks.

Trip was speechless, and Wren had to blink back tears, but everyone had a good time and we didn’t make too much of a mess. At the end of the evening, Trip gave me a long hug and told me a dozen times how much he loved me (he was pretty drunk by that point). I said I loved him too and sent him upstairs to bed.

The next day I waited till well after noon before I called Sara. We chatted for a few minutes before she had to leave to meet Tasha. In a nutshell, her life was good, my life was good, the world was good.

“I really like her,” Christy said when I hung up. “She doesn’t let you get away with anything.”

“Neither do you.”

“What?” she squawked. “I let you get away with everything. You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Yeah? Then take off your clothes.”

She rolled her eyes but unfolded her legs and stood. She closed the bedroom door, kicked off her shoes, and reached back to unzip her dress. I waited to see how far she’d go and soon had my answer: all the way. She crossed her arms under her breasts and shot me a challenging look.

“Well, Mr. Nudist?”

I hastily slid my shorts under my butt. My T-shirt joined them on the floor a moment later.

“Come sit on my lap,” I said. “We’ll talk about the first thing that comes up.”

“I still don’t know why I fall for that line,” she said as she straddled my hips.

She began massaging my cock, which was already semi-hard. I squeezed and twisted her nipples. Her eyelids drooped shut and her nostrils flared with her quickened breathing.

The phone interrupted us.

Christy straightened in annoyance at first. Then she had an idea. She took a firmer grip on my hard-on and silently dared me to answer.

I grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”

“Oh, hey, Paul. It’s Brooke.”

“Brooke? Hi! How’re you?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Fine. Just enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon with Christy. Her hands’re full at the moment, though.”

Christy herself rolled her eyes.

“So, I hope you don’t mind talking to me instead.”

“Uh, no, I guess not.”

We chatted about her exams and the start of classes for us. I told her about the dance groups and then touched on the weather before I asked what she was up to at the moment.

“Nothing much,” she said. “I was just laying out and started thinking about Chris, so I decided to call.”

I pictured her in a bikini and then immediately imagined her without it.

Christy’s eyebrows rose as my cock swelled in her hands. She reached for the phone but I waved her away.

“I’ve been a bit lonely without her,” Brooke added. “I don’t really have anyone here who… you know.”

“Yeah, I understand. She’s your girlfriend.”

“It still sounds strange to hear you say that.”

“Eh, you’ll get used to it. Besides, I don’t say it to just anyone.”

“I know, but still…” She sighed and changed the subject. “So, what’re you up to?”

“Honestly?”

“I guess.”

“We’re in bed. Christy’s playing with me. That’s why her hands’re full.”