Kinky Confessions

I grinned and poured two glasses. I handed one to her and then clinked mine against it. “What’re we drinking to?”

“Us. And… um… Brooke?”

My eyebrows rose with an amused question.

“I told you, she said I could show you my sketches of her. Well, here they are.” She flipped through the book until she found what she was looking for.

Then she set it on the bed and angled it toward me.

Brooke lay on her stomach with her eyes closed. Her hair curved over her head and back, and she had her arms tucked under her chest. I couldn’t see anything other than her shoulders and back, but she was clearly nude.

“She was still recovering,” Christy said. “She doesn’t like this one, ’cause I drew her freckles, but I think she’s beautiful.”

“She is.”

“Here’s another,” she said as she turned the page. “She posed for this one, and she tried to make me promise not to add her freckles, but I ignored her and did it anyway. She’s really self-conscious about them. I told you, didn’t I?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Brooke was sitting on the couch with her hands thrust between her thighs.

Her arms pushed her breasts together and made them look a little bigger than I’d imagined them. They were firm and full, capped with pale nipples. Her coppery hair swept to one side and cascaded over her shoulder. Christy had done a good job with the shading and highlights, and how the shadows played across Brooke’s face. She was looking directly at us with an amused half-smile.

“I think she secretly likes her breasts,” Christy said. “She complains they’re too big, but I think that’s ’cause guys pay attention to them instead of the rest of her. It really annoys her that she’s so smart but everyone tells her how pretty she is.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I said. “Lots of women have that problem. It’s like guys think women can be one or the other, smart or pretty, but not both.”

“Well, Brooke’s both. She may be one of the smartest people I know, and that includes you and my father and even her parents.” She flipped the page without waiting for me to reply. “She didn’t want me to sketch her this time, but I made her do it anyway.”

Brooke was reclining with her legs spread, one knee up, one to the side.

She cupped her breast and pinched her nipple with one hand. Her other hand was playing with her pussy. She was shaved, and Christy had drawn her so realistically that my mouth actually watered at the thought of going down on her.

“I know what you mean,” Christy said. “I just thought the same thing.”

“Are you sure it’s okay to show me these?” I said after a moment. “I know she said you could, but… they seem pretty intimate.”

“It’s okay. She wanted me to. She really likes you. She just gets scared in person. Besides, I… um… sort of have a plan.”

“Oh?”

“I thought we could call her and tell her we’re looking at her sketches.

She should be home from school, and she usually has a glass of wine to relax.” Christy glanced at the clock and worked out the time in San Diego.

“Yeah, she’s definitely home by now. And for the record,” she added, “a glass of wine seemed like a good idea for us too. I’m not feeling scared or anything, but I always feel a bit naughtier when I’ve been drinking.”

“Fine by me. Are you ready to call her?”

“In a minute. Just a few more sketches.”

We leafed through several pages. Most had smaller sketches of Brooke in different everyday poses, nude or semi-nude. The last one was a full page of just her face. She was looking directly at us, and Christy had captured the intelligence behind her eyes and smile.

“This is how I think of her,” Christy said. “I know you probably want to see more of her body, but this is the real Brooke, the one I love.” She looked at me out of the corner of her eye to study my reaction.

“She’s very pretty,” I said after a moment. “But she looks… I dunno…

lonely.”

“This was the day before you got there. She knew you were coming, that you’d take me away. She wasn’t upset, but—”

“She knew she was losing you. Only temporarily, but still…”

“I knew you’d understand. She was worried you’d be jealous, but then she met you. She really likes you. And… if anything ever happens to me, I’d

want you to be with her.”

“Seriously? Never mind. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“I know, but I want you to know how I feel. Don’t get me wrong, I love Wren, but she doesn’t need someone to take care of her. Besides, she has Trip. Brooke needs someone. Right now that’s you and me.”

“I understand.”

“I knew you would. She also needs you for another reason, Mr. Good Thing.” She grinned sidelong but then her expression fell. “Fletcher’s been calling her. His other ‘girlfriends’ found out about each other and now they won’t have anything to do with him.”

“Good for them!”

“Yeah, you can say that again. But he’s been calling Brooke and trying to get back together. She really likes the attention, but she knows he’s bad for her. Unfortunately, her resolve’s starting to weaken. That’s where we come in. She needs a good, hard you-know-what, if you ask me.”

“Fucking,” I supplied.