Kinky Confessions

“Maybe you can play with your own big project while you’re waiting?”

I chuckled. “You just wanna watch me jerk off, don’t you?”

“So sue me.”

“I’d rather use you instead.”

“Mmm, yes, please. But in a minute! I need to finish. I wanna look nice for you in ten years.”

“Better plan on twenty,” I said.

On Friday, Christy and I packed for our trip to West Virginia and then drove to campus for dance class. My original plan was to leave for the airport immediately after ballroom practice, but I didn’t account for Little Miss Chaos.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said before practice even started. “Do you mind if we give Terri a ride home? She usually walks by herself, and it’s a little scary to be a woman alone at night.”

“No problem. Where’s she live?”

“I don’t know. Not exactly, I mean. Somewhere in the Fort.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll tell her.” She grabbed her duffel bag and ran toward the locker room to change into her dress and heels.

I chatted with a couple of the other guys until everyone was ready and the coaches started practice.

“Thank you,” Terri said as she joined me. “I hope it doesn’t mess up your plans.”

“Not at all,” I fibbed. “Where d’you live?”

She told me.

“Seriously? That’s around the block from us. We’re on Highland. I pass by your place every morning.”

She frowned. “Really? Why? It’s the opposite direction from campus.”

“I run in the morning, before school.”

“Ah, okay. No wonder you’re in such good shape.”

“I used to be pudgy,” I admitted. “I lost a lot of baby fat when I started working out. I don’t ever wanna get it back.”

“I don’t think you will. You’re lean and muscular now.”

“Thanks.”

“Besides, dance is a good workout.”

“No kidding. And more fun than judo.”

“What?” she teased. “You don’t like being thrown around by a sweaty guy?”

“When the alternative is you? Ha! No, I’ll take dance any day.”

She rolled her eyes at the obvious come-on, and I reminded myself to tone down the flirting.

“Speaking of which,” I said, “what’re we working on today?”

She was still teaching me the basics, while the main group practiced more complicated moves.

“The tango,” Terri said. “Turns and close embrace.”

“Sounds good. Let’s do it.”

“Let me talk to the other coaches and get my things,” Terri said when practice ended. “Then I’ll be ready. Five minutes?”

“No problem,” I said.

Christy grabbed her own duffel bag and headed my way as most of the other women disappeared into the locker room or sat on benches to take off their high heels. Christy usually changed into walking shoes as well, but she didn’t need to bother, since we were driving straight to the airport. She clicked to a stop in front of me and grinned.

“What?” I said, a little self-consciously.

“You’re cute when you’re feeling guilty.”

“Guilty? About what?”

“Flirting with Terri.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, I noticed. She has a major crush. Oh, don’t act so surprised! You

know she does. Maybe she isn’t the only one?”

I grinned and shrugged.

“I just wish she felt the same about me,” Christy sighed.

“Can you really tell? I mean… just like that?”

“Usually. I just… know. I can’t explain it. And I don’t get a single thing from Terri.”

“Nothing? Not even a flicker of interest that maybe she’s trying to hide?”

“Nope. Nothing. I get one from Marianne, and she’s really good at hiding it. I told you about when I tried to get her to admit it.”

I nodded.

“But I don’t get anything from Terri. She’s a blank wall. At least toward me. Most women are like that.”

“I don’t think you realize how rare it is to find women like you and Wren and Brooke.”

“Oh, I realize it,” she said. “That’s why I’ve always been attracted to them. I know they’re like me. But it really stinks when someone I like doesn’t like me back.”

“No kidding.”

She snorted softly. “Like you’d know.”

“Hey, I’ve liked plenty of girls who didn’t like me back.”

“Name one.”

I fell silent.

“Mmm hmm,” she said after a pointed pause. “I didn’t think so.”

“Just because I can’t name them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”

“I don’t think you realize how rare you are. You have women falling all over you. It’s infuriating how easy it is for you. The rest of us have to worry about what other people think, while you—”

“Hey, I worry what other people think.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

“I do,” I insisted.

“Hey!” Terri said as she joined us. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Ready when you are.” She stopped when she sensed our mood. “Uh… is everything all right?”

“Yeah, fine,” I lied.

“Do you want me to give you a minute?”

“No, we were just talking about our trip.”

She chose to believe me. “Sounds romantic. Christy was telling me about

it in the locker room earlier. Are you sure you have time to give me a ride home? I don’t mind walking. I can—”

“We have plenty of time,” I said. “But we’d better get going. We’re meeting someone at the airport in West Virginia—”

“—and you don’t want to keep them waiting,” she finished. “So, let’s get going.”