Kinky Confessions

“Trust me, I don’t wanna crash either.” I scanned the instruments and airspace. All clear. “We should be fine, though. We have about thirty minutes before I need to start our descent into Elkins.”

“Can the autopilot land the plane?”

“No,” I laughed.

“So I need to stop talking and start sucking? Mmm, my pleasure.”

Damon and Alexa were waiting for us at the airport in Elkins. They were happy to see us, but they’d been sniping at each other before we arrived. I suppressed a grin and thought about how Erin and I had been at their age. I decided to distract them as we pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward Snowshoe.

I asked about their flying lessons, and they said they’d both soloed. I was a bit surprised, but then I did the math and realized we hadn’t seen them in six weeks. They’d also started flying twice a week after the ski resort had closed for the season.

“We have a new instructor, too,” Alexa said. She gave her brother a pointed look and said, “She’s awesome. Though Damon doesn’t like her

’cause she wouldn’t let him solo until a week after I did.”

“But I did it in a real plane,” Damon objected. “You only did it in a glider.”

“A solo’s a solo,” I said. “Congratulations, Alexa.” I shrugged philosophically and said to Damon, “Christy’s better’n me at lots of things.”

“Yeah, but she’s a girl,” he muttered.

“They both are. And that’s okay.”

“Maybe for you,” he snapped, which wasn’t like him. “Sorry,” he said immediately.

“Eh, it’s okay. I get it, you wanna be better than your sister. But just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean you’ll automatically be better at things.

That isn’t how the world works. I mean, I met a woman a couple of weeks ago who’s way better at math and science than I am, and I’m no slouch.

“She’s studying to be an engineer, but I was a complete jerk when she told me,” I added. “Even worse, she was used to it, ’cause most guys react like I did. But women can be pilots or engineers or astronauts or anything else they wanna be. And it’s up to guys like you and me to be cool when we find out. We can’t get upset when they’re better’n us, either.”

He hunched his shoulders and gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

“Yeah, I know,” I said into the silence. “Life’s pretty confusing as a teenage guy. I remember. Trust me. It’s still confusing, and I’m a few years older’n you. So I dunno if it gets any easier.” I glanced over the seat at Christy. “What do you think, honey?”

“I think you’re both doing fine.”

Alexa gave me a teary smile and nodded emphatically.

“Don’t worry about it, dude,” I said to Damon. “Being the best at something doesn’t make you a man. It’s how you handle things when you aren’t the best. That’s the true test. Do you pick yourself up and try harder?

Or do you quit and sulk about it?” I watched him out of the corner of my eye.

“I dunno ’bout you, but I know which one I’d choose.”

The rest of the weekend was a blur. A good blur, but still a blur. It was the

last weekend before danger week, so Christy and I wanted to make the most of it. We had sex on every flat surface in the room, plus a few of the vertical ones as well. We had sex in the bathtub and with her tied to the bed and blindfolded. We even did it once outside, standing on the patio outside our door at midnight. She clung to my neck and buried her face in my chest to keep from crying out as she climaxed.

She also tried her best to deep throat me. She almost managed it a couple of times when I was only semi-hard, but she still couldn’t force me into her throat when I was fully erect. Her eyes were watering with tears when she finally gave up in frustration.

“I just can’t do it.” She sniffed grumpily and sat back. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” I chuckled. “But this really annoys you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, dammit!”

“Relax,” I said. “I don’t think this is something you can learn in a couple of weeks.”

“Why the hell not?”

I slid onto the floor and pulled her into my lap. “Damon isn’t the only one who’s super-competitive.”

“So?” she asked sullenly.

“Well, what did I tell him? Either pick yourself up and try harder, or quit and sulk about it.”

She glared.

“Listen, I know you think it’s a cheesy line, but we have the rest of our lives.”

“But I wanna do it now, not ten years from now.”

“Now, ten years from now, who cares? It isn’t worth it if you don’t enjoy it.”

“But I do enjoy it. Well, not the part where I keep gagging, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. And I’m patient. You know that, especially where you’re concerned.”

“That’s nice. I’m not.”

“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”

“And don’t you forget it, mister.”

“Not much chance of that,” I chuckled. Then I kissed her forehead and simply held her until she eventually relaxed. “Better?” I said at last.

She nodded and let out a deep sigh. “I guess this is like learning to do splits. I need to give my muscles time to stretch and get used to it.”

“Exactly. You’ll get there.”

“I know. I’m just more like Wren than I want to admit.”