Kinky Confessions

“And I’m a bit of a neat freak. I want people to think I’m smart and

organized. Yeah, I know, ‘disorganized’ has nothing to do with intelligence

—Christy’s a prime example—but still, I don’t want someone to think I’m an idiot because my room’s messy.”

“I know what you mean,” Brooke said in a quiet voice. “I’m not a neat freak or anything, but I hate when people look at me and think I must be an airhead because I’m pretty.”

I nodded and tried to shake off my introspection.

“I have a brain too, you know,” Brooke was saying. “I’m not just a pretty smile or nice pair of tits. Besides, what’s so special about tits anyway?”

“Well, yours are pretty special, but… yeah, I get it. You’re sexy and smart, and you want people to notice both.”

“Exactly.”

“Anyway,” I said after a moment, “sorry I turned the conversation into a downer. I guess I needed to get that off my chest.”

“At least you’re honest about it,” Brooke said. “And… that’s really cool.

Hold on a sec.”

I grinned at the sounds in the background. “Time for another glass of wine?”

“Yes. I hate that I’m so shy without it. But… I like talking to you, and I don’t want you to think I’m a nerd.”

“I don’t think you’re a nerd. You’re pretty normal. Well, you’re messed-up in the head, but we all are.”

“You can say that again,” she said in a tone so close to Christy’s that I smiled.

“So, now that we’ve bared our souls,” I said in a lighter voice, “let’s talk about something more interesting.”

“Like what,” she laughed.

“Christy’s sketches?”

Christy herself rolled her eyes in a “Finally!” gesture.

“So… you liked them?” Brooke asked.

“Duh. You’re smokin’ hot. But I think my favorite is the last one. It’s just your face, and she did a great job with your eyes.”

“My eyes? Seriously? Out of all those sketches, you were looking at my eyes?”

“Well, eventually,” I admitted with a grin. “But I like them. They’re intelligent and curious. Kind, too. You’ll make a great scientist.”

“Thank you.”

“What did you think about mine?”

“What? Your eyes?”

“No,” I laughed. “Her sketches of me. She said she showed ’em to you.”

“Uh… smokin’ hot?” she teased.

“You really think so? I think I’m pretty average.”

“I’d say above average. And I really like that you shave. That’s so cool.”

“Thanks. What about you? Are you still shaved?”

“Yeah. I started to let it grow back, but it itched like all get out, so I just kept doing it. Besides…” She hesitated but then decided to say what she was thinking. “I like the way it makes me feel.”

“It’s sexy.”

Christy perked up.

“Yeah,” Brooke agreed. “And Chris likes it. We’re both perverts, I guess.

Isn’t that what this sharing thing is about?”

“Sort of. So… you still think you want to go through with it?”

“I do. But I’ll be honest, I’m a little skeptical.”

“Of what?”

“I guess I’m wondering why you’re any different than Fletcher.”

“Ah,” I said slowly. “I was wondering when he’d come up.”

Christy scowled.

“Well?” Brooke said. “Why’re you different? You’re still a guy. Isn’t this what all guys want? To sleep with multiple women?”

“Hold on,” I said gently. “That’s a bit like me saying, ‘You’re still a pretty girl. Aren’t all pretty girls bimbos?’ You can’t put me in the same category as Fletcher just because we’re both guys.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted. “But I still wanna know what’s different about you. Damn, hold on. I said that wrong. I sound like I’m arguing, and maybe I was. But I’m not now. I really wanna know. I accept that you aren’t like Fletcher. I’ve seen the evidence firsthand. So… what makes you different?”

“Ah, okay,” I said with more than a little relief. “What makes me different? I guess I’m more mature. And I was raised differently. I respect women.”

“Must be nice,” she muttered. She realized how bitter she sounded, so she changed the subject. “Chris says you’re good in bed. Do you know more about sex or something?”

“The physical part? Probably not. I mean, it’s basically the same for

everyone. But the mental and emotional parts? Sure, absolutely.”

“You’re more exciting? And maybe more stable? Less of a jerk?”

“Something like that,” I laughed. “The ‘more exciting’ part is purely personal. What gets you worked up isn’t the same as what gets Christy excited.”

“We’re pretty similar,” she said.

“And you’re tired of your vibrators?” I made it sound like a question, but we both knew it wasn’t. “You need a good, hard fucking?”

“Damn her,” she muttered. “She told you all my dirty little secrets, didn’t she? Well, we’ll see how she likes it when I tell you hers!”

“She hasn’t told me all your dirty little secrets,” I chuckled.

Christy herself rolled her eyes and shook her head very deliberately.

“Enough of them,” Brooke said. She filled her wineglass in the background. Then she changed the subject again. “You ever get the feeling that Christy wanted this to happen?”

“How do you mean?”

“Not Fletcher and me breaking up or anything like that,” she said quickly.

“But you and me, this sharing thing. She’s been telling me about you since you started dating, but lately it’s been a lot of little hints.”