Kinky Confessions

She stopped and finally drew a breath. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I guess it’s ’cause I know you like hearing about it. Mr. Big gets bigger every time I mention fellatio, even if it’s with another guy. I don’t know why I’m chattering, either. Maybe I have too much energy or something. Hold on, leakage.” She licked the tip of my cock and then savored the taste. “There, much better. You always know what to say to get me to relax.”

I hadn’t said a thing for over a minute, but I wasn’t about to point that out.

“Mmm, yummy pre-come. Now I’m hungry again. Are you ready, Mr.

Big? I’m not very good at deep throat yet, but I’m very determined. Thank you for being patient. What’s that? I talk too much? I should be sucking?

Mmm, okay!”

I went to the airport on Saturday and flew the Baron for a couple of hours with Earl. I’d combined the training for my multi-engine rating and commercial certificate, but it was still going to cost a small fortune. Earl read my expression as I handed him a check for the day’s lesson and plane rental.

“Not that I’m trying to lose your business,” he said, “but have you thought about this?”

“Obviously not. And I just did the math.”

“Uh-huh.” He brandished the check. “You’ll have to write several more just like it. Feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but… can you afford it? You don’t seem like the trust fund type.”

“I’m not, but I can afford it.”

“You mind if I ask how? Are your parents paying?”

“No, I am. I got a huge bonus last summer.” I gave him the broad strokes of the bidding war over the rancher. “So I have plenty of savings, and scholarships pay for school, but… everything else is starting to add up.”

He chuckled. “Welcome to the real world.”

“No kidding.”

“That little girlfriend of yours sounds expensive too. I’m sure she’s worth it,” he added quickly, “but I dunno if flying is. You seem to have your priorities straight, though. Still, I thought I’d ask. I could use the money, but not at the expense of a friend.”

“Thanks, Earl. You’re definitely a friend.” I thought about the lessons and the dent they’d make in my savings. “I can afford it,” I said at last. “And it’s worth it.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, then. See you next Saturday.”

“Not next Saturday,” I said. “We’re taking the Comanche to West Virginia on Friday.”

“Oh, that’s right! I saw it on the sheet.”

“But the Saturday after that for sure.”

Christy left for Mass the next morning but came running back after only a few minutes.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you,” she said breathlessly. “Sayuri. Today.

Gifts.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Gifts! You’re inspecting the boarding house today, aren’t you?”

The crew had finished work the week before, and the building inspector was scheduled to visit later in the week.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re headed over in a few minutes. Why?”

“Sayuri’s going to give you gifts after you finish. I meant to tell you sooner, but I forgot. Sorry. Hold on.” She disappeared through the door and I heard her in her old bedroom. She returned after a moment. “Here, this is for her. From you and Trip.” She handed over a long present wrapped in thick blue paper and tied with a maroon ribbon.

My eyebrows rose with curiosity.

“Okay,” Christy explained, “she’s going to give you gifts. Act surprised, but you have to refuse. Tell her you can’t possibly accept anything.”

“Hold on, I thought—”

“Don’t argue, please! This is serious. She’ll offer again, but you need to refuse the second time too. Tell her something polite, like you did the work because you value her friendship. Got it?”

“Seriously?”

“This is how they do it in Japan.”

“But we aren’t in Japan.”

“So? What’s that have to do with anything? Sayuri’s Japanese, and she’s very traditional about some things. This is important to her, so it’s important to you. Now, pay attention.”

Her tone made my eyebrows climb even higher.

“She’ll offer a third time, and she’ll probably say something like—”

Christy muttered something to herself in Japanese. After a moment she translated it as, “It’s a boring little thing, but please accept it.”

“Gee, can I?” I immediately regretted my sarcasm. She was only trying to help, after all. Lucky for me, she ignored it.

“Yes, but use both hands. And bow. Not low or anything, just from the waist. Like this.” She demonstrated and made it look easy. “Oh, and don’t open the gift. Not until you get home. Okay? That’s very important.”

“Why give us a gift if we aren’t supposed to open it?”

“Because the gift isn’t important!” she snapped. “Ugh! Just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doing. Once you accept the gifts— Remember to use both hands. Oh, and tell Trip, so he knows.” She waited until I nodded.

“Okay, once you accept the gifts, give her this.” She gestured at the wrapped package in my hands. “Tell her it’s nothing.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“An ukiyo-e painting of Mount Fuji. I did it last summer while I was in Japan.”

“That isn’t ‘nothing,’” I said.

“No, of course not. It’s very special.”

“Then why say it’s nothing?”