Candy: The Improbable

Teenager

 

An Autobiography

 

Linda “Candy” Miller

with

Kamilla Murphy

 

 

Copyright ©2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2016

All Rights Reserved by the Authors

 

AUTHORS’ NOTE: A WARNING

This book is an autobiographical compilation of a teenager’s sexual activities.  Explicit sexual conduct, some of it illegal in her jurisdiction is described herein.  If you are offended by such activity please DO NOT READ this book and then complain about it afterwards.  This book does not seek to condone underage sex.  It is simply the young author’s account of what took place.  She was not hurt by the experience.

 

 

 

FOREWORD

 

What you are about to read is true.

It’s not a tragedy, although it could have been, and I admit it.

Some names were changed to avoid getting good people in trouble. I exercised free will during my teen years and no one deserves to pay a price for the decisions I made. I have no regrets save one—lying to my parents throughout.

As I write this forward I ponder how in spite of all the crazy chances I took, my life is great.  I know others didn’t handle things well, mostly falling into drugs or worse. Those who know me have said that I was very mature for my age, and maybe I was, and yet so many things could have gone tragically wrong. I’m the last person to weigh in on morality. If you’re looking for some form of moral compass in these pages you will definitely be lost.

Making porn earned me enough money to pay for a college education. I met the man I’ll marry, as you will read about in the following pages. I will soon be graduating with an enviable degree from an excellent university, setting my sights on fulfilling one of my dreams: to be a scientist and help mankind.

Kamilla Murphy was an early admirer of my writing and (as she calls it) my long-time “pen pal” (does anyone say that anymore? I tease her).  She helped me compile my diary chapters into a cohesive unit.  I wrote the diary parts soon after the events took place, beginning in late 2007, not so much as a journal but to exercise my writing muscles while I was in middle school and high school.  I guess, like sex, writing came naturally to me.  If you enjoy this book then she deserves equal credit for believing in me and compiling it along with her great fiction.  I’m proud to have her name on the cover.

All I ask as you read my story is that you do not judge me too harshly.

 

 

 

 

 

ONE

 

In early summer, 2007, we'd just moved cross-country from the Boston area to Redondo Beach, California, because of my dad’s new job. I had to get used to the idea of being a beach girl for the first time, and I found that idea extremely awesome. After a few weeks my mom helped me buy a new bikini but when my dad saw it he looked like he would have a stroke. It was like pink cotton candy (my favorite) which I loved since my dad called me Candy from when I was a little girl. I didn’t think it was such a big deal that the bikini didn’t have much fabric since I didn’t have any breasts yet, though I couldn’t wait to grow them. I would stand naked before my dresser mirror at night and study my body. Because I have dark hair, I was just beginning to see some faint pubic hair, though it really wasn’t much yet, just a little fuzz. I didn’t like it; I wished I could stay just skin down there forever.

One day I went to the beach for the first time in my new suit. We lived in a condo only a little more than a block from the ocean (Dad said it cost five times more than our house back east—“We’ll have to go without food for a while” he joked, though Mom and I knew he was making a lot more money out here too), so it wasn’t far to walk to the beach. I hadn’t made a real best friend yet so on most days I hung out at the beach and the Redondo Pier alone.

I was enthralled by the surfers. They told me it wasn’t always good surf but there was usually someone out on most days anyway. I loved to talk with them. Most of them were hunks, and I liked the way they looked at me. My mom was always open about sex with me since I had my first period so I knew that’s what the surfers wanted when they looked at me like that.

The really cool part is that a lot of them changed into their black wet suits right there on the beach. They draped a blanket around themselves and then took off their clothes under the blanket before putting on the wet suit. A couple of them knew I was peeking so they like pretended to slip and let me see their penises.  That was really cool!  When I saw them it made me feel all goosepimply and warm.  I liked that feeling.

That first day with my pink bikini I saw a new guy I’d never seen before. He was maybe a little older than a teenager but not by much. He had blond, with kind of spikey hair and he was very cute.  When he began changing under his blanket, he saw me looking and smiled.

“Hi there cutie,” he shouted over to me. “You shouldn’t be sneaking like that. You might see something you’re not supposed to see.” While he said it he moved the blanket aside just enough for me to see him. 

Oh my!  The goose-flesh was back and my stomach did a flip-flop for some reason. Unlike the other guys, he didn’t have any hair at all anywhere except on his head. His penis looked longer than the other guys’ too, and I saw it twitch!  He finished pulling on his wet suit and went out to surf. I watched him, but the waves weren’t so big right then and he didn’t get to stay up on his board for very long. 

When he quit and came back on the beach, he walked up to my blanket and asked, “How did I do?”

I answered “Okay, I guess.”

“Just okay? I should never have tried to surf with an expert here on the beach,” he said with a big grin.  God is he cute, especially when he smiles like that, I thought.

“Huh? Expert?” I muttered.

“I look at you in that cute bikini watching me and I figure ‘She must be a surfing judge or something’.”

“Er, silly, I’ve never been surfing, ever.”

“Would you like to try?”

I was thrilled and scared at the same time. He wasn’t looking at me like the other guys with sex on their minds, but he WAS paying attention to me. A chill went up and down my spine when I realized he’d have to touch me if I said yes.

I said, “Yes.”

He had me practice getting up on my feet on the board right there on the beach. He then had me paddle out a little ways in the water with him wading beside me. The first time he put his hands on my side I nearly fainted. I couldn’t believe a man besides my father was actually touching me for the first time. He spent a long time helping me learn but I wasn’t very good at it, losing my balance very easily. Although he tried to hide it I could tell he was disappointed but at least he didn’t seem angry with me for not being a good pupil.

We sat next to each other on my blanket while I dried off. I was very self-conscious since the bikini was clinging to me and I saw him looking. His name was Jimmy.  He had a funny look on his face when I told him my nickname was Candy, like he didn’t believe me or something. We gave each other brief explanations of family, where we came from, etc. He was single and lived in an apartment in Torrance. When he said it was time for him to go, I surprised myself by asking if I could help carry his other stuff to the car while he carried his board.

It turned out he didn’t have a car but an old beat up pick-up truck instead. All I kept imagining was the memory of his penis and how his body looked for that tiny moment he let me see. Strange feelings were going through me and for the first time in my life the idea of sex took on a more concrete texture. I knew I couldn’t have sex with him being so young and all, but I wondered what it would be like anyway. My mom always said I had an active imagination.

Instead of saying bye, Jimmy asked me to hop up into his truck with him so we could still talk. In the passenger seat, I asked him if it was uncomfortable to be still wearing the wet suit. He admitted it was.

“I’m itching to get it off. Literally itching,” he laughed. “You think your mom would mind if you rode along with me to my place so I can change? I enjoy your company, Candy, and I’ll be a good boy and spring for a burger after, since I’m starving and I bet you’re hungry too.”

Should I go to his apartment? Nervously I said, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Probably not a good idea for a girl your age to be with a strange man; tell me where you live and I’ll take you home.”

Why did I feel so disappointed? I mean, I didn’t think he would hurt me—and I liked him a lot so far—but really he was still a stranger and yet I felt safe going with him for some reason.

“A burger sounds pretty good though,” I said, triggering one of his great smiles.

“So, do we have a date, pretty Candy in the cotton candy bikini?”

I said okay, and off we drove. His apartment complex was a nice one. After parking his truck in the underground garage, he stored his surfboard in an adjacent locked cage and we proceeded up to his apartment. I joked with him about the funny noises he made while walking in his wet suit. He laughed and said something about “walking farts” which made me laugh harder. 

Jimmy’s apartment was cleaner than I imagined it would be. He went into his bedroom to change while I sat in the kitchenette with a can of Coke. We kept talking while he changed, speaking in a half-holler.

“I’m surprised your mom and dad let you wear a bikini like that at your age,” he said.

“You make me sound like a baby. I’m old enough to wear a suit like this one, though my dad did have a little bit of a fit over it.”  I laughed.  “Besides, I don’t have any boobs yet.”

He peeked half way out through the doorway and said “I don’t know, I see some boobs starting to grow under those little pink triangles; they look okay to me.”  Oh, that smile again!

I felt red hot from embarrassment, but maybe it was more from seeing him with nothing on from the waist up than his comment about my nonexistent boobs.  I didn’t know exactly what thought process got my feet moving, but before I could think consciously about it I was walking toward his bedroom. I stood in the doorway and stared at him, mesmerized. He was naked and facing away from me, reaching for something in a dresser drawer. My stomach flip-flopped again like it was full of butterflies.  When he turned and I saw his penis again, I gasped. Unlike before at the beach, it was sort of swollen and wasn’t hanging down.

He pulled a pair of boxer shorts out of the drawer and clumsily covered himself with them as he said “Damn it, Candy. You shouldn’t have come in here while I was undressed.”

I said barely above a whisper, “Why?” Just like the internal puppet-master who got me to the doorway, something made me decide that I wanted to touch him; and I wanted him to touch me. “Do you really think my boobs are growing?”

His expression changed. Now I saw what I see when other men looking at me.  He kind of moaned and walked toward me still trying to shield himself with the boxers.  “Ah, Candy, please don’t do this to me, it’s not right.”

“What’s not right? That I saw your penis is swelling thinking about me? That I want to know what you see in my boobs?” I started to untie the strings to my top. “That I want you to touch them?”

He moaned again and this time I noticed the boxer shorts starting to rise up, making it more difficult for him to hide behind them. “Candy, dear, you know I can’t touch you.  Shit, I’m in trouble just having you here while I’m naked.”

The words flowed from me without even thinking about them. “Don’t worry, Jimmy, I like you and I would never like, tell anyone about this, ever.”  I let my top fall to the floor and walked up to him.  I reached around his draped shorts and touched his penis. It was hard and sticking straight up.

“Shit, shit, shit” he said, but he let go of the boxers and lifted me into his arms and kissed me.

He slipped his tongue between my lips while we kissed. I liked that, never having been kissed like that before. Between kissing and feeling his penis rub against my thigh and my bare chest against his hot skin, I felt light-headed, and the butterflies in my stomach were back big time. He carried me over to his bed and we lay down next to each other.  I wasn’t scared much, even though I vaguely knew this would be my first taste of sex.

He stared at me, like he was trying to decide something, then he said “Are you sure about this, really sure?”  I nodded. He began playing with one of my nipples, which grew strangely stiff. “You may not think so, but you are growing breasts. I can feel the flesh underneath, like a bump, and your areolas here are puffy; you’re going to have nice boobs, young lady.” He took my hand and had me touch my chest. “See what I mean?” He made me rub and squeeze them to feel what he was talking about. I felt it, and I was feeling a lot of other things inside too, like how I felt wet down there.

“Can I touch you again?” I asked. I didn’t really wait for an answer, as I put my head on his tummy and studied his amazing penis.  I knew guys called it their cock, but I felt funny thinking that word, which was silly in itself since I was now holding a very stiff one.  It had a funny hat-shaped end with a hole in it, which I knew was where his pee came out. The rest was lined with veins and was kind of purpley. 

As I rubbed my hand up and down, touching him, he groaned and said “Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.”

I turned to look back at him. “Come?” I asked, but suddenly his penis throbbed and all of a sudden streams of white stuff shot out of him all over my head. He groaned some more as more of the white stuff sprayed out.

That’s when we had our little talk. He explained about how sex worked for a man and about how he was so excited he knew he “couldn’t last” and how good it felt.  I asked him about real sex and putting his penis in me.

“Will you squirt cum in me?” 

“Well, no Candy. If you still want to I’ll wear a condom for protection.”

“Protection?”

“You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?” Oh yeah, in all my excitement I forgot about that possibility. He laughed when he saw all his cum dripping down my head. “I think we better get into the shower and clean you off.”

While he adjusted the shower water, I realized I still had my bikini bottoms on.  For some reason I wanted him to take them off, not me.  “Jimmy, I don’t need these, do I?”

His penis started to twitch again and rise up as he reached over and slipped my bottoms down my legs.  It twitched and arose some more when he saw my pussy (I knew that name). We got into the shower and he washed my hair for me before he took the soap and began lathering my body. I gasped for air when his hand went between my legs and touched me down there. He didn’t linger but kept washing me all over. I felt like I was burning up and I knew it wasn’t from the hot water. 

As he rinsed me off under the shower spray, he asked me in a croaking voice if I had done it before. I told him, “Of course not, silly.”  I couldn’t tell if the look on his face was excitement or fear. His penis was maybe harder than before.

After we dried off, he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He kissed me again like before as he carried me. I really liked this kind of kissing. As he carried me he had his hand under my butt, and maybe more than when he touched me in the shower I realized what was going to happen and my whole body shivered. He felt it, and stopped kissing me to look into my eyes. “Are you ready, Candy?” he asked me.

I was! 

He set me down on my back upon the bed and said, “Just like the sweet candy you are, I’m going to taste you first.”

He spread my legs apart and put his face down between them. When I felt his tongue lick in my pussy, I thought that’s gross, but the thought didn’t last long when I realized how good it felt. As he licked he whispered things like “Mmm you’re so sweet,” and “Oh you taste so good,” before he pulled my pussy open and moaned “Oh God, I can’t believe you ARE a virgin!” 

Later I’d have him explain what he saw, but for now I simply enjoyed the sensations. As he licked the butterflies came back, though by now they felt more like honeybees buzzing in my insides. I liked this feeling more and more and I began to make funny sounds in spite of myself. All at once my stomach flip-flopped again only this time it was much more intense. I never felt like that before, like a fire from heaven instead of hell burned inside me.  I yelled out, and that surprised me more than feeling the ripples go through me.

Jimmy smiled and said “How was that?”

I couldn’t speak I was breathing so hard. When I finally calmed down I asked him what had happened. He explained oral sex and orgasms to what must have appeared to him to be a hypnotized girl.

I asked the dumb question: was that sex?  He laughed and explained that if I was still willing, that would be next. I was willing.

He got a condom out of a drawer and unrolled it onto him.  Just like the jolt of his hand under my butt coming from the shower, another shiver went through me as I realized his penis, looking so stiff and long in the condom, was going to go into me. I thought he was going to put it in me right then, but instead he got a bottle off the dresser and lay down next to me on the bed. He told me it was massage oil and he was going to rub it on me to make me feel “like a woman.” He poured the liquid on me and rubbed it all over, especially my chest, belly and thighs.  Oh my, more butterflies and bees. 

He whispered in my ear to remind me because it was my first time it might hurt a little when he went in, since it would break my hymen. (That’s when he explained about his earlier “virgin” exclamation.)  All I thought about was the orgasm from before, so I didn’t consider pain; I just wanted more. 

He fell onto his back and pulled me on top of him.  Because of the oil, I was slippery on him; I guessed that was the idea.  I liked the feel of my boobs (yes!—he said I had them!) rubbing against his chest and belly.  I slid up then down a couple of times until I felt the end of his penis at my opening. My breath caught in my throat as I pondered what would come next. I slid down again and wiggled to get his penis to go in a little bit. It felt so big, and he wasn’t even in very far yet. When I pushed again I felt the tug and then the pain he warned me about. I must have made a noise because he whispered, “It’s okay, slow down, let’s take our time, the pleasure will come...”

My long hair was all sweaty and fell over him as I moved. I was determined to get him in me so I pushed again and felt him go a little deeper that time. I felt so full I wasn’t sure if he could go in any more, but in he went. 

A little more, a little more.

He moaned and said, “Candy, you’re so tight so maybe this won’t work. You’re driving me crazy at this pace anyway.”

He turned me over onto my back and at the edge of the bed, spread my legs and got between them. This way was going to be different because now I could see all of him. He held himself up by his arms as he inched back into my pussy. No pain now, just a ‘full’ feeling like he was stuffing me; and maybe that was what he was doing. 

Jimmy moaned again and began gently rocking his hips to go in and out of me a little at a time. He groaned “I can’t believe this” and “You’re so tight” as his hips started to rock faster. I was spellbound by the sight of his penis going in and out of me.  The condom was all shiny-wet, and that’s when I realized the moisture was from me! I looked up at his face and his eyes were closed and his head back. His penis was rubbing against some good places and I was hot and sort of itchy in my vagina and the bumblebees were buzzing in my stomach again. He was going faster and deeper and he was hitting something deep in me—I could feel the ‘bump’ every time—as he grunted and moaned and groaned. I was making noises of my own like when his tongue was down there, only this time I was louder because it felt ten times better.

Jimmy went faster and faster until he made a loud groan and shook all over. “Candy, I’m cumming” he said, and I felt his penis jump inside me.  He must be squirting! 

In the meantime the whole lower half of my body was getting those flip-flops, not just my stomach.  It would have happened anyway I think, but when his penis started squirting in me the orgasm happened again and I cried because it felt so good. If I hadn’t felt so amazingly warm and contented then I may have laughed at all the strange noises we were still making.

Jimmy and I lay together on his bed and we kissed some more. I told him how happy I was that he was my first, and how great it felt.

He said something about his “giant load” and when I asked, he showed me the condom and how full the end was with the white cream he squirted—his cum. I assured him I’d never tell anyone about this because I didn’t want him to get in trouble. I also naively asked if I could be his girlfriend; I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I guess I could still ask dumb questions.

“I promised a burger, but I didn’t think I’d have dessert first,” he said with a new grin on his face. We kissed a whole bunch more while he played with my nipples, proving again that I really had boobs to play with, however tiny they were. It felt really good and I wished for another orgasm. Instead, we showered again and got dressed. 

We ate fast food burgers and fries in his truck. I sensed he was nervous about someone finding out about what we did, but I saw he was also still hyper about having sex with a virgin my age. When he dropped me off at the beach I was disappointed we couldn’t kiss again but I understood.  I knew he wanted to ask me for a “date” so we could do it again, but his nerves got the better of him. I would see him at the beach in the future, so who knew what might happen? Before walking home, I looked around at the other men.  I wondered what it would be like to have sex with some of the hunkier ones. I was a little sore yet I’d discovered how great orgasms were and I was hungry for more.

 

 

 

TWO

 

I never wondered before that day how my new friend Suzie Ibanez’s relationship with her father differed greatly from the relationship I had with my dad.  Whenever I saw them together, they looked more like friends than father-daughter.  I envied Suzie.  She was a dark beauty even at our awkward age, the prettiest girl in school I thought, and I envied her relationship with her dad because since my family moved to Redondo Beach from Massachusetts, my dad had been very busy in his new job and I missed spending time with him like I used to do.

One Saturday, Suzie told me that her father wanted to take us both out for lunch. She mentioned a nice place in Hermosa Beach. It sounded like a good idea to me. Suzie’s dad was a handsome man who looked younger than he was. He had dark, curly hair and nice hazel eyes. Mr. Ibanez was some kind of big shot in television or movies, though I didn’t know what he actually did. One day at the beach, I saw he had a lot of chest hair too, and I thought it was kind of neat even though my other friends thought it was gross. What else I thought was neat was that he didn’t have the belly that all the other dad’s had so he looked even younger and more physically fit, which was cool.

Mr. Ibanez was very sweet as he suggested all kinds of good food for me to try at the restaurant. My family tended to go to chain restaurants if we went out at all, so this was a unique experience. I even tried some sushi, though I didn’t care all that much for it.  What was strange was that every time Mr. Ibanez paid attention to me I saw that it made Suzie mad. I didn’t understand and hoped she wasn’t angry with me for some reason.

During dessert, Mr. Ibanez said to me “You’re a very pretty girl, Candy. You must have lots of boys chasing you.”

I knew I blushed. “No, Mr. Ibanez, I don’t have any boyfriends,” I answered, with memories of Jimmy the surfer, who I hadn’t seen since that day he took my virginity, dancing in my mind.

“How about you call me Ed, okay?” When he said that, Suzie shot him another of the angry looks. “Plenty of time for boyfriends later anyway, right sweetie?” When he turned toward his daughter she looked away.

I thanked him for the great meal. He invited me over to their house for later in the afternoon. One thought of their great pool and I said yes.

They dropped me home so I could put on my bikini. My mom drove me to their house, all the way making comments about how rich the Ibanez’s were and how I should watch myself and not be alone with Mr. Ibanez. When I got there I knocked on the front door but no one answered. I knew I was earlier than they expected, but I saw their car so I knew someone was home. Maybe they were out back by the pool. I walked around back to find the gate in the tall privacy fence ajar. 

I went into the pool area but saw nobody, so I walked to the patio door, which was wide open. A shout of “Hello, anybody home” brought no response, so I took the liberty of entering the house.  As I walked from the kitchen into the living area, I heard sounds that up until a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have recognized. Sex sounds.

I took another step but before I could turn to leave, I spotted the reflection in the large wall mirror.  Suzie was lying on her side on a bed in the next room with one leg up in the air. Lying behind her was her father, and though I only had a partial view, I saw what he was doing to her. There was too much light in the room for some reason I couldn’t figure out. Suzie’s mouth was open and she looked ready to orgasm when she saw me reflected in the same mirror. Her orgasm looked half exhilaration, half sorrow.

I tiptoed back out to the patio and wondered what to do. Everything was now clear to me: Susie’s angry looks at her dad in the restaurant; their chummy relationship; even a few of my mother’s comments to me in the car on the way over. I also wondered if Mr. Ibanez would try to have sex with me. The idea scared me a little but I also felt a few of those butterflies dancing in my stomach and groin. I figured I would just jump in the pool, make a ton of noise, and hope they heard me.

I did, and they did. 

Mr. Ibanez was overly cheerful, and oblivious to the fact of my discovery.  Suzie on the other hand was skittish around me since she didn’t yet know what I would do or say. She joined me in the pool, wearing a new bikini even skimpier than mine, mostly strings.  Mr. Ibanez stared at us—actually mostly at me—while we swam. He was wearing a tight black bathing suit not like the board shorts all the boys wore. When we swam to the farther end of the pool, Suzie came close to me like she was going to tell me a secret.

In a half-whisper she said, “Please don’t tell anyone about it.”

I whispered back, “You’re my best friend. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”

“He’s going to make me a star, you know.”

A star?  “Suze, I wouldn’t let my dad do that to me, but if you’re okay with it what can I say?”

“You don’t know who my dad is, do you?”  When I looked at her questioningly she continued, “He’s Raul Huge.” My dumbfounded expression probably didn’t change. “The big porn star and director—you never heard of him?” 

“No, duh, my mom and dad won’t let me watch porn” I said sarcastically.

“You know I don’t do very good in school, so my dad says I’m a natural, and can make millions in the ‘industry’, which is what he calls the porn movies.”

I couldn’t believe all this. My best friend, barely a teen, was having sex with her father and talking about becoming a porn actress. I asked what made her a ‘natural’ and she said because she could take him into her mouth and in her cunt.  Mouth?  Cunt?  I needed an explanation and she sure gave me one.

“My dad isn’t known as ‘Raul Huge’ for nothing,” she said, stifling a laugh.  “He’s REALLY big and most girls can’t take him, you know, like, all the way.”  I tried to imagine ‘huge’, but I only had Jimmy as a reference.  Jimmy stretched me out and stuffed me almost until it hurt. Suzie’s a little bigger than me but I couldn’t picture a penis much bigger than Jimmy’s going into her. She giggled a little and said, “He also cums like gallons and I know how to swallow and still get some to leak from my mouth and he says that’s sexy and a talent worth thousands in the industry all by itself.” She was beaming with pride—and I couldn’t believe it.

When we got out of the pool, Mr. Ibanez was looking at us with the look I always thought of as ‘I want sex with you’.  Our bikinis were wet and clinging to us so I knew we showed a lot, though I still didn’t think we had much to show.  Suzie at least had boobs, even if they were still small; I only had puffy nipples, though Jimmy said he liked playing with them anyway. When we went to sit on the chairs next to Mr. Ibanez I couldn’t help but look at the front of his suit in curiosity. He did seem to have a big lump there. 

Oh no, he saw me looking! I must have blushed, but it wasn’t the only reason my skin felt hot—I wondered what his penis looked like if it was so big he was famous for it. He reacted to my flush by smiling at me and tilting his head sideways a little like he was thinking about something. Yeah, I knew just what he was thinking, since I saw the front of his swimsuit expand outward. My curiosity was taking over. Those stomach flip-flops of anticipation I was learning all about were back.

In a few minutes, Mr. Ibanez went into the house to make a drink. He actually asked me if I wanted one but I said, “Silly, I can’t drink.” He said anyone can drink in his house and he was going to fix me something he knew I would like.

While he was in the house, I asked Suzie about a revelation I had a little while ago. “I saw lots of light in the bedroom when you were, er, you know, doing it. Was he videoing you?”

Suzie blushed. “Yeah, he makes big money with those because of my age, and he gives me almost all of it. I have a big bank account already,” she said proudly.

There it was again—I should have been scared he would try to have sex with me and video it, but instead I was wet and tingly down below. The anticipation of orgasm was a powerful draw now for me.  I began trying to imagine again what his penis looked like if it was supposed to be so huge.

Mr. Ibanez came back out to the patio juggling three tall glasses of liquid. One was kind of yellow, one was reddish, while the third was a light aqua-blue. He handed me the blue one, saying it was a Barbados Breeze.  I didn’t know what that was but it tasted real good to me. Suzie had the red one, which Mr. Ibanez said was a Strawberry Daiquiri. He told me his was a Margarita, whatever that was. We must have all been thirsty because before I knew it we were all done and Mr. Ibanez was back in the house making more. After the second glass was half finished, I started to feel really light headed, and I knew this was from the alcohol. I felt relaxed, and maybe a little giddy. Suzie drank her second one faster than I had, so she was even giddier by then.

“Did I tell you two what a pretty couple of girls you both are?”

Suzie said, “C’mon, dad,” and laughed.

I laughed in spite of myself, hiccupped, and said, “No, Mr. Ibanez, not until now, silly.”  I hiccupped again and thought that was hilariously funny.

“Please call me Ed.”  He took a sip of his drink, and then said, “That’s a great drink, isn’t it?” When I agreed he surprised me by asking, “Have you ever gone skinny-dipping, Candy?”

“No, er, Ed. I’ve never been at a lake or anything like that but it does kinda sound neat,” I said, then giggled again. These Barbados Breezes were very good.

“Well, come on then. Suzie and I swim naked all the time, don’t we dear?”

Suzie giggled and got out of her lounge chair. “Oh yeah (giggle) we do that (giggle) all the time (giggle) and no one can see us (giggle).”

With a few pulls on strings, her bikini was on the patio. Her boobs were really neat. They weren’t round but instead like pointy cones, with her nipples dark brown, unlike my more pink ones. Her pussy looked neat too. It was pudgier than mine and the inner lips were more pronounced. I wondered if they looked like that because she had sex earlier or was that how those lips looked all the time. She was also hairless and I wondered how that could be. I kind of tingled looking at her, which surprised me a little.

When I turned to look toward Mr. Ibanez, I nearly fainted. His suit was down by his ankles and his penis was hanging there. He was almost twice as long as Jimmy, but it sure twitched and grew like Jimmy’s did. I looked again at Suzie and couldn’t imagine that his penis had been inside her a short while ago.

Mr. Ibanez kicked aside his suit and walked to me as I too got out of my chair. Whoa, I could barely stand up I was so woozy from the drinks. When he was beside me I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. It was so amazing close up. 

My stomach didn’t just flip-flop, it somersaulted as he said, “Let me help you with your suit,” before pulling on its strings. He whistled when I was naked. “You are the picture of loveliness, Candy dear.” All kind of sex thoughts were in my head, and I really, really, really wanted to touch him.

He took both of us by the hand and led us to the edge of the pool. He said, “You two had a little too much to drink so I want both of you to hold on to me real tight in the water.” He scooped us up in his arms and he jumped into the shallow end.  He was holding me so tightly. I felt so hot I didn’t realize my eyes were closed and I was just basking in the feelings of my body against his. When I opened my eyes I saw that Suzie and her dad were kissing and that below the water she was stroking his penis, which was getting harder and thicker—and amazingly longer. I reached over and touched him myself.

He stopped kissing Suzie and put his lips on mine. Oh, what a kiss! He danced his tongue around and in my mouth. I was so hot and tingly all over and I knew now that my pussy would be real wet inside, though in the pool no one would know for sure. I couldn’t help myself; I rubbed my chest against his and got tingly from feeling my nipples go through his chest hair.  I struggled to catch my breath as we kept kissing.

Mr. Ibanez stopped kissing me and said, “I think my two special girls need something.” Suzie and I were competing for ‘chest rubbing’ time as he carried us toward the ladder and helped us out of the pool.

I looked at Suzie and her skin was a darker shade and her nipples were hard and she was breathing in short gasps.  Her dad scooped her up in his arms and headed into the house, stopping to caress my butt and urging me forward as he walked.  He took us into the bedroom where I had seen them do it earlier.

Like he was reading my mind, he said to me “You’re maybe too small to take me so I won’t try.”  He laid Suzie on the bed and then scooped me into his arms like he did with Suzie out by the pool.  He put his mouth by one ear and whispered to me, “But Candy dear how I truly want to fuck you right now.”  As he said this to me, he slid his thumb into my pussy and began to move it around and around.  In a few seconds I felt the orgasm coming, maybe not as big as the ones I’d had with Jimmy, but I knew that’s what it was.

“Ooooooooooooooh” I moaned as it washed over me.  I went limp as he set me on the corner of the big bed and turned his attention to his daughter.

“See, Candy, this is how a father should treat his baby girl.”  He kissed Suzie.  His penis was very hard and very big, and I saw Suzie eyeing it like a prize.  In the corner of the room was a video camera on a tripod and one of those light things that looks like an umbrella.  I was glad it wasn’t on since I was sure I didn’t want to be videotaped naked like this.

Mr. Ibanez lay on his back as Suzie got on top of him like someone would ride a horse, and lowered herself slowly on his stiff penis. For the umpteenth time I couldn’t imagine that thing going into someone our size, but now I was going to see it firsthand. Suzie groaned as it went deeper. She kind of went up and down a little and he went in deeper still, until she made a sound like “oomph” and groaned again, louder this time. Her dad put his hands under her butt and began lifting and lowering her. As he lifted and lowered her at a faster rhythm, she started making noise like a kitten. As her noises grew more intense, I knew her orgasm was near.

When she cried out it was almost a scream.  If I didn’t know anything about orgasms I would have thought he hurt her; and maybe in some way he did.

He lifted her off his penis, turned to me and said, “Maybe you can learn to do this like my girl can. I’ll make you a star too.”

He got on his knees and sort of pushed his penis in Suzie’s face. Suzie surprised me by opening her mouth and letting him stick it in there. She grabbed the shaft of his rigid penis and started bobbing back and forth like she was sucking on a popsicle. I couldn’t believe how deeply she was taking him into her mouth; I mean, it must have been going down her throat, and she didn’t gag!

Mr. Ibanez shouted “Here it comes, baby!” He must be squirting because I saw his butt tremble like Jimmy’s did.  Suzie was swallowing it!  I saw her throat undulate before some of his cum trickled in a stream from a corner of her stretched lips. “Now, THAT’S my baby.  What a talent!” he said before lifting Suzie’s head up to his and kissing her.

Suzie was smiling broadly, still drunk like I was but now also enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm and the love of her father. Mr. Ibanez pulled me to them and the three of us lay on the bed holding each other. I think I liked the feeling of our warm bodies touching as much as I liked the orgasms.  I was in between Suzie and her dad.  She hugged me and started touching my nipples. When she moved to kiss me I was shocked. Kissing a girl? But I liked it a lot. I liked the kissing and the touching, it seemed, whether it was with a boy or a girl.

Mr. Ibanez was up on one elbow watching us, as I surprised myself by touching one of Suzie’s breasts before moving my hand down to touch her pussy. She felt so different than me in both places and I thought it was neat. While we kissed and touched each other, her father said, “If you want to make a lot of money, Candy, I have an idea. What people will pay for girl-on-girl action between you two!”

I thought of how good it felt to be touched, and to be touching Suzie. I thought about the proposition Mr. Ibanez just made to me. I thought of having a lot of money and what I would do with it. I thought of how I could keep this secret from my mom and dad. My thoughts grew jumbled until my brain short-circuited while my body trembled. Another fantastic orgasm, that time from Susie’s touch.

When I screamed, “YES!” Mr. Ibanez thought it was my answer to his proposition.

Maybe it was.  We would see.

 

 

 

THREE

 

Mr. Ibanez solved the dilemma about what to do with all the money I earned making movies by taking me to the bank and helping me start a new savings account. I already had a small account there where I was supposed to be saving my allowance toward college, so I knew if I got mail from them my mom wouldn’t snoop. A branch was right there on PCH, so it would be convenient for me to make deposits and keep it secret from my parents.

I was having a lot of fun.  Ed Ibanez (I had to call him “Raul” when we were working because that was one of his stage names) rented a small house on S. Catalina in Redondo where we did everything. I heard Mr. Ibanez say to some man that with everyone else working “in the Valley” nobody would ever bother us there. I got to meet so many neat people. And the clothes! Even when they didn’t need me, I went there anyway as often as I could after school to try on all the neat clothes he bought just for me.

My favorite was what Jake the director called my “schoolgirl” outfit, which was funny since that’s what I was and I would NEVER wear something like THAT to school.  It was white satin bikini panties, white silk stockings with a garter belt, white high-heeled platform shoes, a short-short red plaid miniskirt, and a white silk camisole top that was too small so it showed my bellybutton and showed off my puffy nipples, even if that’s all I had to show.

Glory called me the “best fluffer in the world.” She had to explain what the word meant, but I agreed mostly that was my job. While they were making video movies, the men would lose their erections sometimes. I would talk to them and tease them in between scenes, wearing a thong and something lacy, or maybe just go topless and let them see my just-starting-to-grow boobs. Mr. Ibanez and Jake would kill any one of them if they tried to have sex with me, but the guys would never fail to get big hard erections again after I teased them. And boy, were they all big, maybe not as big as Mr. Ibanez, but big anyway. They all treated me like a princess.

After my first couple of times with Jimmy, I thought I understood sex, but whoa, the things I saw in that house! Glory would laugh at me when she caught me watching with my mouth hanging open, amazed at the positions and the different ways they would do it. I especially loved to see the men cum. Some would splash out the white stuff in big gobs, while others shot it out in long streams like they were peeing. I couldn’t understand why they all had to do it all over the woman’s face—I thought it was silly—but that’s how Jake always told them to cum.

Oh yeah, I learned all new words too. I taught myself to say cock instead of penis. I now knew all about cumming, cunts, dildos, anal (gross!), blow-jobs, and of course, fucking. I had to have them explain “doggie-style” to me one day.  They all laughed.  Hey, I never saw dogs do it so how would I know?

I made one video so far with my best friend Suzie Ibanez. Mr. Ibanez said that we had to be careful since it was very illegal. He made a lot of money for that one selling it to some men in Europe. He wrote a big check (hundreds!!) to me and I put it in my new account.  He even took a still photo of me for the box it would go in. I wasn’t worried since duh, nobody knew me in Europe! He was going to make another one with me and an older blonde teenager named Caleigh that he said would make tens of thousands. Wow! 

He said when I was “ready” he would make one with me and some of the guys that would make me rich. I didn’t know if I was ready for that yet. Those guys certainly had big cocks and I wasn’t sure if I was prepared for them.

My friend Suzie and I had a blast making the movie in the bedroom at her house. The only other people there were her dad and Jake, who ran the camera. Instead of Jake giving directions like he always did, it was Mr. Ibanez who told us what to do. After we kissed and touched, we took turns licking each other’s pussy. While I licked Suzie first, Mr. Ibanez got as close as he could to me and still not show up on the video, and whispered to me how to do it better. I began getting the hang of it since Suzie was shivering and making funny sounds while I licked her. When it was Suzie’s turn to lick me, I got all fidgety because she did it really well, making me feel so good. I knew if she kept doing it I would orgasm.

I felt my stomach shiver and do the flip-flops and then my whole lower body shook as the orgasm sort of exploded inside me. I yelled a long “Aaaaaaayeeeeee” and pulled Suzie’s head closer, trying to pull her tongue deeper into me at the same time. When my orgasm was done, Mr. Ibanez shouted, “Jake, my man, I hope you got that!”

I guess I did a good job, though I didn’t really have to think that much about it.

Glory, whose real name was Melinda, was like a mentor to me. She was so pretty, but it was her big beautiful boobs which got her all the roles. I could tell that most of the guys liked making videos with her. I asked her once if she got tired of having all those guys fuck her but she said she liked sex so much and besides, she couldn’t make the money she made in any other job.

“I like having you around, Candy sweetheart, but you’re going to college and get a real job, not working in this industry ‘til you get old and they toss you out like they’ll do to me some day,” she told me one afternoon between scenes.

I liked watching her get it. She acted like there were no cameras and that she was really making love to the guys. I didn’t know if she was really cumming every time, but it sure sounded like she was.

The other thing Glory did for me was to help deflect the worries of my parents. My mom was always questioning where I was going and who I was with. I could only go to the beach or the library so many times, so I needed help if I was going to spend so much time at the house on S. Catalina. Glory hatched the plan. She went to my house with me (dressed very conservatively, of course) and explained to my mom that she was a teacher at what was going to be my new school, and they had a program where new students were assisted in their “transition,” something like a tutor. Glory knew all the right words to say, and I saw that my mom bought it all.

One day I explained to Jake about how Jimmy had rubbed oil all over me before we made it my first time. I could see him get all excited like he was imagining some good ideas, though I think he was already excited since I wasn’t wearing much and he kept looking at me up and down.  After a few moments, he said “I might use oil in the babysitter scenes tomorrow,” and off he went.

I got a kick out of all the babysitter story lines they put in their videos. I told Glory once that I was glad I didn’t baby-sit because I’d have to let all the dads fuck me. She laughed so hard, but then told me how sweet I was and gave me a kiss. I thought how much that kiss was like how the guys kissed me and not like my mom or dad’s goodnight kisses.

The babysitter this time was a girl named Megan who was twenty but looked like she was sixteen.  She put on some fake braces and was shaved smooth to make her look even younger. A guy named Alan played the dad who would be alone with the babysitter. Alan was a hunk, so he sure didn’t look like any of the dads I knew. He had curly dark brown hair and lots of muscles, and his cock was long and very thick. Megan looked more nervous today than usual so I didn’t know if she was just acting like a scared teenager or what. I had on my favorite ‘schoolgirl’ clothes with the short plaid skirt but without panties. I watched and got horny (Glory taught me that word too) as they played out the first scene in several takes. 

I didn’t know why, but today for some reason I was hornier than usual. Looking back I think it was from watching gorgeous Alan. As Megan got on top of him and he slid into her, I watched his shiny wet cock and I felt trickles of moisture on my thighs. Brock was standing next to me watching but all of a sudden he looked at me instead. He was one of the big stars, and I do mean big; I wasn’t sure but maybe he was the same size as Ed Ibanez. 

Brock kept looking at me like he was studying me, until he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Damn, Candy girl, I can SMELL your heat.  You want some of that, don’t you?”

Like I was coming out of a trance I looked up at him.  Smell?  Heat?  I realized how funny I was breathing. He was right, I did want some. He snuck his hand down past my ass to between my legs and touched me. He grew more excited when he felt all the wetness and my quiver. By that time Megan was bouncing up and down on Alan and she was starting to moan (Megan wasn’t a good screamer, so I knew they would overdub someone else’s cries into the video later). Brock took me by the arm and began leading me away from the action. With everyone’s attention on the fucking going on, nobody paid attention to us slipping away.

He took me to a spare room at the back of the house. He slipped my top over my head and then kissed and sucked on one of my nipples. I just stood there at the side of the bed and enjoyed the sensation. The next thing I realized was that he was mostly out of his clothes. I mean, I had touched his cock before but that time was certainly different than now. He was mostly erect, and as I looked at it I wondered how it would fit in me.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he said as he leaned me over the bed on my stomach and pulled up the skirt to expose my ass. He spread my legs and then got on top of me and put his cock at my pussy. When he pushed in I screamed but it surely wasn’t from an orgasm this time. It hurt! I whimpered from the pain. It felt like he was splitting me in two.

He kind of laughed and said I shouldn’t complain since that’s what I wanted all along. Just when I thought it wouldn’t hurt any more he went deeper and I cried out again. I was crying harder as he started fucking me.  I’d never felt this much pain before.

“What the fuck?” I heard someone shout behind me. It was Glory. She came into the room and punched Brock hard and pulled him off me.

He yelled at her, “Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you, bitch.”

I rolled over and with teary eyes watched the two of them go at it. Glory hit him again, yelling, “Don’t ever call me a bitch again, you asshole.”  He made a fist but she stopped him with the most insane expression I have ever seen someone make. “You hit me and I’ll see you never work in this business again, and if you don’t think I have the clout then just try me.”  He backed off.  “You better hope she’s not hurt bad or I’ll see you get charged with rape,” Glory said, practically spitting with anger.

Brock grabbed his clothes and quickly fled the room, as Glory lay down next to me on the bed and tried to soothe me. She looked at my pussy and started crying. “Oh sweetheart, you’re bleeding” she moaned. I assured her it didn’t hurt too badly as she kept poking at my pussy to assess the damage. I knew she was conflicted. If I had to go to the hospital the whole story would come out and her livelihood would evaporate. Nonetheless, she told me that if I wanted to she would take me to the hospital. I stood up on wobbly feet and told her I would be okay, and for her to stop crying.

“I can’t help it, Candy darling,” she said between sobs. “I love you so much.”

Love?  I hugged her real tight as we both cried and cried; but the crying soon subsided and I was feeling better, though it was a little sore to walk. She helped me put some clothes on, giving me a mini-pad to wear in my panties in case I bled.

When I was “together” (as Glory put it) we went back out to the working room, where a shiny-wet Megan (Jake did get to use the oil idea!) was getting laid by Alan again under the hot filming lights. Brock was standing off in a corner looking nervous, wondering I was sure if we would tell Mr. Ibanez about what happened. I was also sure that if we told Ed he’d fire him even if he was a big star.

I told Glory I wanted to go home. She said okay and we went out to her car. “It’s early yet.  Why don’t I spring for dinner before I take you home?”

“I’m not so hungry,” I said, “and I really don’t know if I want to go someplace public like a restaurant.”

“Then why don’t we go to my place and I’ll fix us some food, and you can relax and we can talk, okay?”

That sounded good. I didn’t want to face my mother yet until I was more composed, anyway. Glory drove down the coast to a beautiful house in Rancho Palos Verdes. I couldn’t believe this was hers, then I remembered how much money she made doing movies. Once inside, I helped her in the kitchen and we made some pasta salad and whipped up some other stuff and we ate like slobs at her breakfast nook. I felt a whole lot better now being with her.

As we were cleaning up, she hugged me and said, like she did back at the other house, “I love you, Candy.”  Like before, I didn’t know what to say.  “You’re the special daughter I’ll never have,” she said with a tear trickling down her cheek. She leaned down a little and hugged me. I wasn’t surprised at all when she put her lips on mine. I wanted to kiss her all the time, and now we were.

When we stopped kissing, I saw more tears, and she apologized. 

“It’s okay, Melinda, I think I love you too.”

I don’t really remember getting undressed but in a blur we were naked and in bed together.  We played for a long time with each other’s breasts. Her big ones were neat to touch and squeeze and I knew she liked what I was doing. She teased my nipples until they were as hard as rocks. After a while I shimmied down between her legs and tasted her for the first time. Her pussy was much different than Suzie’s, not just because she was older, either. I licked and sucked on her clit like I’d been taught, and was soon rewarded with dripping pussy juice. The taste was intoxicating to me. I buried my tongue in her and lapped it all up.  By that time her legs were twitching and she was beginning to make a lot of noise.

She grabbed the back of my head and held it there as she screamed “Candy, Candy, I’m cumming, Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!”

My whole face was flooded with her juices.

Now it was my turn.  She was cautious at first but told me she didn’t find any bad sores or bleeding down there. She licked me and in seconds I was having a squealing orgasm. I said ‘squealing’ because she told me that’s what it sounded like to her.   We kissed some more and touched some more and hugged some more before I put my mouth down there and gave her another orgasm.  She was even louder and juicier the second time.

We showered together so I got to play with her beautiful breasts again, soaping and washing them until she said she couldn’t stand it.  “You do that any more and I’ll throw you back into my bed.”

Well, we didn’t do it again that day. We kissed and hugged before she took me home. She made sure I had her private phone number in case I hurt later and wanted help, or “just to talk to someone,” she said. “Please don’t go to the house on Catalina until you’re sure that’s what you want to do.”

I was nervous at home, thinking my mom would sense something had happened but I didn’t think she did.  Later when I got ready for bed, I stood before the mirror like I used to do and studied my body. I spread my pussy lips apart but couldn’t see anything to worry about. There wasn’t much blood on the mini-pad when I took my panties off. I touched my boobs and relished that they were beginning to grow, even if still little bumps. I closed my eyes and pictured the big cocks I saw every time I went to the movie house. I remembered Mr. Ibanez and his huge cock and how nice he’d been to me, not just the money part. Brock had been rough and he hurt me, but how much of the hurt was just from his size? Maybe with some of that sex oil I could take one of the big guys on after all.

“Mmmm” I moaned as I unconsciously began to stroke my clit with one finger.

I thought someday, as I felt all the orgasm feelings building within me.

 

 

 

FOUR

 

I was having quite a bit of sex with Melinda, Glory’s real name, sometimes at her house in Rancho Palos Verdes and sometimes at the porn house in Redondo Beach. I never had thought about having sex with another girl until that day earlier in the summer at Suzie’s when her dad first mentioned it. Since then I made the video with Suzie and became Glory’s lover. Wow that sounds weird to me—being somebody’s ‘lover’ while still in middle school!

Glory was very protective of me on the set. Ed Ibanez somehow found out about Brock trying to fuck me and he was fired. Brock said that Mr. Ibanez would pay in the long run because he was a star and could get another job in a minute. Ed didn’t care. He told him my well-being was more important than any money he wouldn’t make because Brock wasn’t in a movie. I knew Ed Ibanez had and would make a ton of profit from me, but his stance made me feel special nonetheless.

My mom kept asking me about “that nice teacher” who was helping me prepare for the school year. I felt guilty that we were fooling her into thinking Glory was a teacher. I was realistic. I knew that sooner or later my parents would find out about Glory, and the money. I just hoped I was old enough (like out of High School!) to stand up to them without hurting them when that time came. I liked what I was doing and didn’t feel it was that wrong.

I started having another worry. Glory was becoming, I don’t know, maybe possessive isn’t the right word, but she wanted to spend so much time with me it was difficult explaining it to my mom. The day that Glory took me to Disneyland and to California Adventure, my mom started asking more questions. We had a fantastic time—my parents took me to Six Flags in Massachusetts once but Disney was way better. When I got home, my mom got very curious about why a teacher would spend her “hard earned money” on a student that wasn’t even her own. I made up something about a city grant but I wasn’t sure she was buying it. I had to cool it with both Glory and the house on S. Catalina or I’d run out of good lies.

Mr. Ibanez had set up for me to do another video at his house. The girl’s name was Ashley and the boy’s name was Julio. Ashley was a pretty high school girl with blonde hair and a stutter. Julio was a typical teenage boy trying to show off how macho he was but I saw his nervousness anyway. I wondered how Mr. Ibanez got them to be here but I could never ask. I hoped they were not the type to blab about this and get us all into trouble. Like before, it was just Jake and Ed Ibanez.  Mr. Ibanez explained what we would do scene-by-scene. He knew how nervous Ashley was, so he asked me to talk to her and soothe her a bit before we began.

I asked, “You okay?”

“What do y-y-you know y-y-y-you’re like just a k-k-k-id.” 

Wow, I thought she was going to cry. I did what Mr. Ibanez wanted. I talked to her for a while, telling her I had done videos before and I wasn’t a virgin.  I asked her if she liked sex and she told me she did.

“Don’t even think about the camera then,” I said as I pointed to Julio who was off in a corner stroking his hard-on and smiling at us as Mr. Ibanez explained things to him in Spanish. I lowered my voice to a near whisper, “I mean, he IS kinda cute and he does have a nice cock. I bet he’ll have you cumming in no time.”

She smiled tentatively and nodded. Mr. Ibanez dropped his pants and showed her his big cock, which was hanging down but still looked super-long.  He said, “Maybe if Julio here isn’t ‘up’ to the task, I could take over. What do you think blondie?” 

Ashley’s jaw dropped.  I don’t know if she was more scared or impressed, but the sight of it made her hornier for sure.

Mr. Ibanez pulled his pants back up and started instructing them on what to do. Ashley put on a red lacy nightgown and pretended to be asleep. Julio acted like he was surprised to find Ashley in bed with hardly anything on and was ogling her from the doorway. He said his lines like he was thinking out loud about her being his sister and how he always wanted to fuck her. I thought it was funny since Julio didn’t look anything like Ashley.  He acted out sneaking to the bed and feeling her up as she began to awaken. She kind of said her lines wrong but I guess it didn’t really matter in a movie like this (besides, I thought, the men who watched it probably wouldn’t know English anyway!)  Ashley slipped out of the nightie and started sucking him off. Julio was like in heaven; he kept saying things in Spanish I didn’t understand but I knew he was saying he liked it. Mr. Ibanez must have seen the signs that Julio was going to cum, so he motioned for Ashley to take him out of her mouth. Ashley did, though she was confused by what was happening. That was until Julio groaned and squirted all over her face. I’d seen the adult men shoot loads of cum but I was equally impressed by how much Julio shot out. Ashley was stunned by what happened, but I think her somewhat non-reaction made the video better. Hey, maybe someday I’d be a director!

I thought because Julio was young (and horny) he would get hard again right away, but he didn’t. I teased him by taking off my thong so he could see my bare pussy. It worked. He asked Mr. Ibanez if he was going to fuck me, but Ed told him no, this was Ashley’s movie. Ashley looked pleased but Julio looked disappointed. He really wanted to do it with me!

Mr. Ibanez explained to Ashley and Julio that the next scene would be like the next night in the video. Ashley put on some pink satin panties and nothing else in ‘her’ bed and when Julio snuck in this time she was supposed to be waiting for him. I gave my ‘pep talk’ to her about forgetting the camera and just enjoying the sex. They kissed and started fooling around. Julio was so horny again and Ashley was too so they looked natural. Ed and Jake seemed happy at how they were acting so far.

When it came time for them to fuck, Jake tossed Julio a condom but he was so nervous he couldn’t put it on. I winked at Mr. Ibanez, who smiled back at me, as I went onto the bed, took the condom from a surprised Julio and slowly unrolled it over his cock. He was dripping so much of that pre-cum stuff I almost laughed but I didn’t. 

Instead I rubbed my nipples against him before moving up and whispering in his ear “Imagine you’re fucking me.” 

He almost didn’t let me off the bed but then Jake said “Okay, let’s go.”

Ashley’s legs were wrapped around Julio as he fucked her.  He was like a maniac and I figured he would cum fast, but Ashley surprised us all by screaming “Eeeeeeeee” as she orgasmed first, bucking her hips up and down to match Julio’s thrusting.  He cried out something in Spanish and I could see he was cumming because his butt muscles were like throbbing.

Mr. Ibanez didn’t want Julio to cum inside Ashley; instead he had wanted him to pull out, strip off the condom and cum on the outside of her pussy. He called it the “cumshot.”  Since Julio didn’t do that, Jake stopped filming and Mr. Ibanez instructed Ashley to remove the condom from Julio’s cock and let the cum inside drip all over her belly. I knew she didn’t want to, but Jake started videoing again and she did it. A lot dribbled out! She did well by lazily rubbing the cum all over her tummy with her fingers while Julio played with one of her tits.

Mr. Ibanez whispered to Jake that it looked perfect. He smiled at me and mouthed “I love you.”  He was always kidding me like that.

The next scene was planned to include me.  Mr. Ibanez spoke with me as I put on my pink bikini.  “You know, Candy, you’re the star of this movie not Ashley.”  Me, the star?  I mean, like, Ashley was so much prettier, and she had boobs.  “You’re the reason I can get so much more in selling it. You’re even more in demand than my daughter, but don’t tell Suzie I said that,” he said with a wink and a grin. Then he kissed me on the cheek and pinched my butt. I almost died; all I thought about was someday having him make love to me.

I was supposed to be Ashley’s friend, which was also silly because I was obviously younger. We were to hang out by the pool in bikinis and have her ‘brother’ Julio make a play for me.  He would talk to me and make his ‘sister’ jealous and then we would go into the house and do it. I asked Jake if there was enough light to video outside and he looked at me funny before he figured out what I was asking. You should have seen the smile on his face just then! Mr. Ibanez said it would be okay since nobody could see into the pool area from outside the high fence and as long as we didn’t have too many lights then we wouldn’t draw attention from neighbors. He was smiling too.

I acted like I was turned on by Julio and started flirting with him by the pool. Mr. Ibanez looked so happy because he knew I was going to act the sex out real well. Ashley was supposed to act like she was jealous and kind of storm away. She stuttered her line but by now nobody cared.

Julio came closer to touch me, but I touched him instead and said loud enough for the microphone, “Ooh, I think I feel something growing.” 

That’s not what Mr. Ibanez wanted me to say but I think he liked it after all. I rubbed my hand against the front of Julio’s shorts and asked, “Would you like to go IN?” which could mean the pool—or me— ha-ha.  Mr. Ibanez grinned wide when he heard me say that.

I pulled the strings of my top and took it off and then dove into the pool. Julio did a good job by looking around like he was checking whether anyone was watching. I didn’t know if he was really checking or acting, buy it was great anyway for the movie.

He dove in after me before Jake stopped the camera and Mr. Ibanez started giving us new instructions. He wanted us to swim around in the pool and tease each other and kiss and stuff like that before we would slip out of our suits under the water. Jake went and got a special camera in a funny looking plastic case to take video underwater. Neat!  He took off his clothes except for his undershorts and got into the pool with the camera while Mr. Ibanez ran the big camera at poolside. I laughed inside because I saw that Jake had a hard-on!

Julio and I did what we were supposed to do. When we were both naked I held Julio’s cock while he put a finger in my pussy. I hoped Jake got some good video with the underwater camera. We kissed but Julio was too horny to do it well, kind of mashing my lips with his mouth.  I urged him to the pool ladder and we got out.  He was practically sticking straight up he was so hard.  He kept staring at my body as I held his hand and led him to the diving board.  I had seen so many different positions being videoed and watched so many sex videos lately that I had a good idea what would be a cool way to fuck. I got puzzled Julio to lie down on his back on the diving board and I got on top of him. With one leg dangling on each side I let Julio’s cock slide into me. I exaggerated the bounce of my long, wet hair as I bounced on Julio. Between my movement and the bouncing of the board, we were really going up and down rapidly!  

Mr. Ibanez got closer with his camera as Jake waded closer to us with the other one. They were both smiling, so I think they liked what I was doing. Julio did too. I couldn’t help myself as I bounced harder and harder and I felt all those fluttery feelings in my stomach and pussy so I knew an orgasm was coming. I forgot all about the camera and the other two men and kept looking at Julio’s eyes while I fucked him. I was going so fast I nearly fainted when it hit me. I screamed and cried and trembled and shook. Julio groaned in Spanish so I knew he was about to cum so even though I didn’t want to, I bounced off just in time to see him squirt a fountain straight up in the air. Whew, that was close! When I said I bounced off, I mean I went right into the pool! I was still trembling from the orgasm as I swam toward Jake and his camera. I got close and then turned away so my ass was right before the lens.  Instead of being funny, it got me horny again when I saw that Jake had masturbated and sprayed long strings of cum into the water while he was filming. 

Another good job, I figured.

As soon as Julio was able to get hard again, they videoed one more scene of him with Ashley. I put my bikini back on and watched. Afterwards Mr. Ibanez had them shower and he gave them both a lot of cash. When they were gone I asked Mr. Ibanez if he trusted them not to tell.

“Let’s say I have something over both of them. They won’t tell a soul.” I shivered because Mr. Ibanez sounded more like a gangster than my best friend’s dad when he said that.

We were sitting on his sofa. He put his arm around me and hugged me to him. He told me he thought I was the most amazing girl he’d ever known. “I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams finding someone your age who is a natural at this stuff,” he said. 

He began touching me, first around my belly and then up to my chest. I felt like I had peed, my bottoms were that wet.  I thought: This is it, he’s going to make love to me!  I had to work hard to simply breathe. He kept playing with my boobs, his hand beginning on top of my bikini bra before sliding under it. 

“Candy, you don’t know how difficult it’s been to keep my hands off your beautiful little body.” His hand left my chest and went down toward my pussy, running his fingers lightly across my tummy along the way. When he slipped his big hand inside my bottoms, all I thought of was his big cock going into me and I maybe had a little orgasm.

“I’m gonna have you sit on my face so I can taste all that sweet cotton candy melt on my tongue.  Oh God you’re cumming already!” He said when he felt me shudder and heard me moan.  His finger slipped into my pussy and he exclaimed “Girl, you’re soaked! I think you want the big boy, don’t you?”

He stood up and was about to take off his clothes when we heard the door. Suzie was home early. He cursed and sat back down next to me on the sofa, checking me over to make sure my bikini was on straight. I could barely breathe I was so horny. Now I was mega-disappointed too.

“Did the video come out good?” Suzie asked her dad. If she saw how horny I was at least she didn’t let on.

“I don’t know. Jake took everything back to the house to start editing. I was thinking maybe we’d go over and watch some of it. You game?” he said, the last part aimed at both me and Suzie.

My mom figured I was ‘playing’ with Suzie (that’s real funny) and so I wasn’t expected home soon. I agreed and Mr. Ibanez drove us to the house on S. Catalina in his Mercedes SUV.  Jake was the only one there and he’d hooked up the video cameras to a big plasma TV and was watching the footage from today.  We joined him. Where’s the popcorn? I thought as I sat down on a sofa next to Mr. Ibanez, with Suzie sitting on his lap.

 When it came to the part with me and Julio in the pool, Jake whistled and said, “Girl, you’re hot! Damn, I’ve filmed a lot of action and you Candy-girl are the hottest fucker there is. Traci Lords, you ain’t nothing compared to this one!”

My face felt hot like I was blushing. I asked who Traci Lords was and Mr. Ibanez explained. I felt proud.  “She used to live right here in Redondo Beach,” he told me. That’s neat!

Watching me fuck Julio on the diving board made everyone horny. Suzie started squirming on her dad’s lap and he in turn put his hand under her top and began stroking her boobs. Jake was rubbing the front of his jeans.  My panties were wet but I just sat there, hypnotized by the sight of ME bouncing wildly on top of Julio.

Suzie moaned and said “Oh, Dad,” as Mr. Ibanez kept rubbing her under her clothes. I didn’t know who was hornier, me or Suzie, though I didn’t have anyone touching me to help me relax my inner tension.  When Suzie saw me scream from cumming in the video, she moaned once more while she writhed in her father’s lap. She groaned “Dad” again as it was obvious what she wanted—well, I wanted it too!

Mr. Ibanez said to her, “Why don’t you go into the big bedroom and I’ll be right in, okay sweetie? I’ve got to talk to Candy first.”

“Okay Daddy” she said, sounding like a little girl as she walked to the bedroom where they shoot all the movies.

“I have an idea I want to discuss with you, my little porn star,” he said with a wink. “I’m getting ready to close up shop here at the beach before we get any heat; find another place to make the videos. I want to make one with you.”

“You already made some with me at your house,” I said.

“I mean a big production, with all the studs and you. Do you think you could do that?”

He told me how much he would pay me and it was a huge amount. It wasn’t the money though, it was the idea of being like a grown up and loved by those hunks like an adult movie star that was the real draw. He called it my Cleopatra movie, and after he explained his idea for it I was so horny I wanted to finger myself right then and there.

“Yes, I’ll be Cleopatra for you,” I answered. He told me the schedule and how he’d have Glory make sure I could get there without raising suspicions at home.

“C’mon, Dad,” Suzie hollered from the bedroom. Mr. Ibanez said “Duty calls” and left my side.

Jake shrugged and started packing up the equipment. I sat there and wondered if I should walk home or wait for them to get done. It was driving me crazy hearing them make all kinds of noise in the other room. When Jake left, I snuck to the bedroom door and peeked in. Suzie was on her hands and knees and her dad was doing her from behind. He was so amazingly big I could see that he was stretching her pussy more than I thought a pussy could be stretched. He was sliding in and out but his entire condom-encased cock was only going in half way. Maybe he was too long to go into someone our age.

He was saying stuff like “Oh Suzie your Daddy loves you so much” and “You feel so good” and “You’re my angel baby.”

She was making noises like a kitten would make, and they were getting louder. In between she murmured “I love you Daddy” and “Deeper, Daddy” and “Oh-oh-oh-Daddy.”

I was so hot and wet watching them I wanted to go in there, tear him out of her and impale myself on his cock. A finger was in my pussy and I was stroking my clitty so hard but when I came it wasn’t as satisfying as I had hoped.  I slinked away from the doorway and went to use the phone. I called Glory. As I waited for her to answer I heard Suzie scream.

“Please come to the house on S. Catalina and get me. I need you,” I implored when she answered.  I was sure she heard through the phone line Mr. Ibanez yell he was cumming, but she didn’t say anything about it, just that she would be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes to get me.

Suzie and her dad were doing it again when I slipped out of the house and walked out to Glory’s car. On the ride up Palos Verdes Drive, we didn’t talk much. When we went into her house, Glory took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. After she undressed me we made love for a long time. I had at least two orgasms though it was hard to count since they sort of blended together into one big one. When we were both exhausted I snuggled between her big beautiful breasts like they were twin teddy bears.

“You’re gonna make the video, aren’t you?”  Glory asked after a while.

“I made one today.”

“I figured,” she said, so I knew that she knew. “I mean the Young Cleopatra one that ‘Raul’ keeps talking about.”

“Yeah, I kinda like the idea. I think it would be neat.”

“Candy, I love you like a daughter, but holy shit, I don’t want you to become a porn performer before you ever have a real future.”

“You did okay. You made a lot of money, and like...”

She cut me off. “I’m ALONE, dammit.  Sure I have money but in a few years what the fuck am I gonna do?” She started to cry.

I got out of bed and called my mom. I asked her if I could stay “overnight at Melinda’s.” She was still suspicious of Glory’s interest in me but agreed anyway. I went back to bed and kissed Glory a long time as she stopped crying. Before we made love again, she lectured me once more about “falling into the trap” of doing porn. She kept saying how I had my whole life ahead of me and how smart I was. She was worried that my age would eventually get everybody in trouble.

“It’s all gonna blow up in their faces someday. Think of the damage that will do to you and your future. How about how much it’ll hurt your mom and dad when they find out?”

“They won’t find out.”

“Don’t be so sure, girl.   EVERYBODY finds out sooner or later.”

I knew she was right but for now all I wanted was to hide my worries under the blanket of another orgasm. I touched two fingers to Glory’s clitoris and began rubbing in the circular way that she liked. In a little while she was moaning and trembling. She whispered her love for me while building to her climax, and that scared me. I could be her lover but not her true love; not at my age. The sex wasn’t wrong to me, but the bond was, I thought, and pondered that irony.

After she came, she was all over me like a madwoman, rubbing and tweaking and caressing and kissing until I was as hot as a boiling tea kettle and shaking like a bowl of Jell-O. She made a comment about my breasts as she was playing with them. “You know, you’re growing some nice ones here, don’t you?”  She rubbed and squeezed them. “I bet they’re gonna be nice pointy ones like men like, and with these puffy nipples, wow.”

“Y-y-you have real b-b-big ones and I thought that’s what men like,” I said, surprised I stuttered like Ashley I was so hot.

“Mine are gonna sag big-time in a few years, but pointy ones usually stay up there forever.”

My nipples were so hard they were surely staying up right now!  In so much anticipation my thighs opened almost on their own waiting for her tongue.  She went down and licked me until I was begging her to finish me off. She would tease me until I was close then pull away. I cried for her to keep going. “I told you, you cum too fast for your own good, little girl.  I want this one to be a lesson on how special a really big one can be.”

Lick, suck, and pull away.  Lick, suck, and pull away.  The stomach flutters were growing like never before until my whole body shuddered and I felt like a great release of tension at my core. My scream must have shaken the house down to its slab.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about,” Glory shouted as she lifted her face from between my thighs so I could see the splash of cum juice all over it.

We fell asleep naked in each other’s arms—the mismatched lady and the young girl—the young girl who fell asleep wondering if she was making a big mistake; living this dream life of sex and more sex instead of being a normal teenager and all that went with it. I knew Glory would not be happy with me making the new movie with Mr. Ibanez. I also knew it was a major step, one not easily retraced once made.

Mmmmm—Queen of the Nile—has a nice ring to it!

Bring on those big cocks!

 

 

 

FIVE

 

Did I have a dilemma! 

Mr. Ibanez was ready to shoot his big “Young Cleopatra” video the week that was to be my first full week in the Eighth Grade. How was I going to manage school and my homework and still get out of the house to do the movie? Ed Ibanez and I were counting on Glory being the solution to me getting to the house on S. Catalina, but she wasn’t answering the phone or returning messages. I was more worried about Glory than Mr. Ibanez seemed to be. I knew she was upset I was making the video, saying I was “throwing my life away” and I would always regret the decision. I didn’t see it that way; I was going to be a Cleopatra as a girl and have some great sex with hunks like Alan and make a lot of money. Where was Glory, I wondered?

Obviously, Jimmy wasn’t too happy about the whole thing either when he found out. Because he just turned twenty-two he couldn’t actually be thought of as my boyfriend, though he was the only male I spent any time with. Our dates were sneaky and infrequent at best. I made up a lot of lies about friends who weren’t really friends in order to go out and see him. We had lots of fun, and he was, after all, my main transportation provider since I could reach Glory. I knew more lies to my parents were forthcoming if I had any hope of being in Ed’s video and I didn’t like it, but that’s the way it had to be.

The weekend prior to the start of school I was at his house playing in the pool with his daughter, my friend Suzie. We were both naked and we fooled around in the water a little, but no sex this time. Mr. Ibanez sat at poolside and watched us. 

After a while he stood and before going into the house, said to us “Why don’t you two go take a shower and join me in the theater. Candy, I need to speak with you about how we’re gonna schedule all the shooting and what your scenes will be like, okay?”

Suzie climbed out of the pool and went inside. I followed her into the shower. “You’re really gonna be in Dad’s video, huh?” She said while we lathered each other with soap.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be great.”

“I wish I was in it but he said you were better,” she answered, and I couldn’t miss the envy in her voice. She left the shower first and after drying off, pranced naked toward her father’s theater. What the hell, I shortly followed, naked as well.

Mr. Ibanez had a home theater in his house with a big screen and gazillions of speakers. He had several plush armchairs along with one large sofa in the room. When I entered, Ed was naked and sitting on the sofa, Suzie beside him, with a porn movie playing on the screen. He asked me to sit next to him, opposite his daughter. Suzie was watching the video and lazily stroking her father’s huge cock, which was already swelling.

“Are you still okay with being in the movie?” he asked me.  I said I was, and he began explaining the plot and how everything would work. He motioned toward the screen and said, “See that girl? That’s Boo and she’s gonna be your co-star.” The girl was a petite brunette, who at the moment in the video was enthusiastically riding this guy like a horse in a rodeo. Mr. Ibanez continued explaining how she was going to play young Cleopatra’s maid or something and she would secretly be conspiring to get rid of Cleopatra. He then told me about an actress named Lupe who I would make love to in my first sex scene. “The big finale will come after Cleopatra has sentenced her handmaiden and her accomplice to death. Alan, Derek and Big Rod will be some of your lovers. Are you okay with that?” The last said with an audible moan as by now Suzie had stroked his amazingly large cock to its full length and thickness. I hoped they wouldn’t have sex right there in front of me. I realized long before then that Suzie’s need to have sex with her father when I was around was an expression of her insecurity and her jealousy of me working with her dad. I understood, but that didn’t mean I wanted to have them fuck there on the sofa.

Between moans, Ed explained the schedule to me, and how most of my work would come on two successive Saturdays so as not to interfere with school—and homework. Again he asked me if I was okay with the whole thing. I thought of Alan, and I thought of the reason for Big Rod’s stage name. I shuddered, but answered him with a “Yes.” 

After I acknowledged my ‘working’ hours when I needed to be at the house, he took a long look at me and sheepishly said, “I have to take care of somebody, I think. You got a way to get home?”

Suzie was already pulling on his arm to get him off the sofa and lead him to the bedroom when I asked if I could use his phone. They were out of sight when I rang Glory. Still no answer, so I tried Jimmy next. I could hear how pissed he was even as he agreed to come pick me up and take me home. I got dressed and let myself out, as the noises grew louder from the bedroom.

The beginning week of school was interesting for sure. The novelty of being the new kid from the East Coast wore off after only a couple of days. I met some new friends. I missed Suzie, since she went to a different school. My teachers weren’t too bad. In Algebra class I realized again why I hated math. I wasn’t the prettiest girl but I was far from the ugliest. Some of the boys were interesting. All in all I guessed it would be okay.

When I went to the Redondo porn house on the following Saturday morning, video cameras were already rolling. I slinked quietly through the house and into the big room to see several couples screwing in an orgy scene. Checking out the men, I saw Derek fucking a big-breasted brunette doggie-style with long, deep strokes accentuating his size. He was going to be one of the men who did me in my big scene. I watched him, and shuddered at the thought, imagining Big Rod and knowing that he was more endowed than Derek. When Mr. Ibanez saw me, he motioned for me to leave the room so we could talk.

“Hey, my favorite piece of Candy, you ready to do some sexy acting today?” he asked with a chuckle. I nodded. He went on, “See Peter in the back for your clothes; I think you’ll love the costumes. I know you’re gonna be great, I just know it.”  A slender girl, maybe 18 or 19 and naked except for a thong, walked up to Ed, calling him Raul, one of his stage names. Ed turned to me and said, “Candy, I’d like you to meet Lupe. She’s gonna be part of your first scene.”

Lupe was probably Mexican, with caramel skin and wavy black hair. Her breasts were firm and pointed with chocolate brown, cone-shaped, hard areolas very different from my pink, puffy ones. The way she looked me up and down made me wonder if she was a lesbian. That didn’t matter to me anyway, especially since I was going to have sex with her. We exchanged a few words and she said she was looking forward to working with me. Her gaze confirmed her anticipation. Mr. Ibanez didn’t miss her look.  “My, my, I think she’s gonna be perfectly hot when she gets to do you. What do you think?” He laughed and hugged me. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Candy. I never dreamed I’d find someone your age who was as good at this as you are.” He reached over to an ice bucket and removed a bottle of champagne. “You want some?” Of course I did. I loved champagne and how the bubbles tickled and how it made me giggle. He popped the cork and poured us some in old-fashioned goblets I figured for props. “To my Cleopatra, the sexiest girl in the world,” he toasted, and we drank. 

Did I tell you how much I loved champagne?

Peter, who worked for Mr. Ibanez as a sort of prop man and jack-of-all-trades, gave me a long, sheer nightgown and a purple robe decorated with symbols someone I guess thought were Egyptian-looking. This was to be my costume. He showed me the chair that had been modified into a throne, one that could be carried aloft by four people. The ‘throne’ was set up in another bedroom of the house I figured for my bedchamber. I undressed and put on the see-through nightgown and the robe over it, as Jake the director came in to see me and go over the scene and what I was supposed to say. I’d finished my goblet of champagne and was feeling tipsy; though Jake didn’t let on that he noticed anything. He explained how the scene would work with Lupe. She was a slave girl, who was going to sneak a peek into the young queen’s chambers, and I—the queen—would invite her in, and we would make love.

I went and filled my goblet with champagne again while Jake, Peter and another guy readied the cameras and lights in the room. When they were ready, I sat in the ‘throne’ and sipped my champagne. Soon we were ready to begin. If for some reason Jake said “Action” right then I would have burst out laughing for sure, since he never used words like “Action” and “Cut” as directors on TV did; he just said “Go” and “That’s it” and swore a lot if people didn’t fuck like he wanted them to.

Lights were on and cameras were running; it was time for my monologue. I spoke my thoughts out loud, complaining to the gods that it wasn’t fair I couldn’t have sex like everyone else simply because I was the queen, along with more stuff like that. That’s when Lupe the slave girl peeked around the doorway into my chambers. She was dressed in a short white top like a tank top, that someone had sewn more of the ersatz Egyptian symbols on, along with black, extremely pouffy pants.

I said, “Come here young woman. Why do you spy on your queen?”  Next to my ‘throne’ was a bowl of fruit including a large bunch of grapes. “Come, share some juicy grapes with me,” I commanded. Lupe did an excellent job of shyly creeping into the room.

In the room was an ornate divan (another new word I learned when Jake explained what the sofa-like thing was called). I invited the slave girl to sit on the divan, as I rose from the throne chair and let my robe fall to the floor. I loved the way the silky, see-through nightgown felt on my skin as I offered grapes to Lupe’s character and reclined on the divan next to her. She said her lines well and I only heard a slight Spanish accent while she told me how much she worshipped me and envied the things I have in the palace that her family can never have, like the grapes. She greedily sucked one after another down, allowing some of the juices to dribble from her mouth. Now it was my turn—the role of seductress.

“Girl, do not waste any of the sweet nectar. You must learn to savor every bit of the juice,” I said, bending over and running my tongue around her chin and the corners of her mouth. That wasn’t my scripted line but Jake gave me a thumbs-up so I figured he liked my ad-libbing.

We kissed long and deep until I arose from the divan and pulled the sheer gown up and over my head. Lupe hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pulled them off. I was still very tipsy from the champagne, and maybe that’s why I was as horny as I’ve been in a while—so I was very ready for this. I sat back down next to her and we kissed again while each of us caressed the contours of the other’s body. I slipped her top off over her head, revealing her breasts. As I said before, they weren’t huge, but they were exceptionally firm to my touch. As I played with her breasts, she more or less took over the scene. She kissed me all over, first sucking on one nipple then the other before slowly running her lips and tongue down my belly to my pussy.

Suddenly Jake yelled, “No, no, no, stop, that’s not the way it’s supposed to go. Lupe, she’s the queen. You’re supposed to be the slave girl and let her take you, not the other way around.”

Lupe kind of looked embarrassed being chastised like that. She said, “I’m sorry, I like got carried away—I mean, she’s so cute.”

Wow, this sexy porn actress with a great body said I was cute!

Jake asked me “You know what I mean, Candy? She’s for you to enjoy, okay? Let’s try it one more time.”

We went back to work under the strong, hot lighting. My champagne-fueled heat had me all over her. I pawed her. I kissed her. I licked her. When my tongue penetrated the folds of her pussy lips, I was greeted with a rush of sweet wetness. I looked up into Lupe’s eyes and saw lust, not acting. I surprised myself with how much I wanted this. I had eaten Suzie, but that was acting. I had eaten Glory, but that was a tender sharing. This was greedy need. I wantonly assaulted her clit until she cried in ecstasy. I was as proud of myself as I was horny—her orgasm invigorated me. In the back of my mind I wondered if my desire for her release was something hidden within me, somehow loosened by the champagne. I had things to ponder, but first—I had to get mine for the camera.

I said aloud, though I was acting like I was whispering to Lupe’s character, “You are as juicy as my grapes. Will I be as fortunate to burst in juicy splendor as they did at your lips?” I knew it was ridiculous dialog, but I didn’t write it.

Lupe had to be a lesbian. Her lust was a dense fog that enveloped both of us. I reclined on the divan as she moved between my thighs. Her touch was electric. Her lips were as light as feathers brushing against my hot skin. She teased me with a flick of her tongue before saying her next line: “I hope I can pleasure my queen as well as she has me.”

She did.  Her tongue probed and flitted around and against my clit, which by this time was probably swollen and practically vibrating. I didn’t need to act. I laid back and let all the sensations of her tongue, her lips, her fingers deliver me. I couldn’t help myself; I was making sounds someone could easily believe was a cat in heat. I was moving my hips to an involuntary rhythm as she sucked my clit.

I screamed “AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” as I fell over the orgasmic cliff.

Later, several of the guys said I “squealed like a stuck pig” when I came, whatever that meant.

Lupe and I kissed and fondled some more before I made my last speech about how I, the Queen, would look out for her family, and that she could visit me in my chambers again and “taste my fruit” whenever she wanted.

Jake hollered “Great” which was his version of “It’s a wrap” or some such thing, and everyone watching clapped and said we did a great job. My fantastic orgasm and the lingering taste of my pussy juices still on Lupe’s lips during our final kiss was what I was thinking about, not the “job” we’d just finished.  

As the crew moved away to get ready to video another scene in the big room, Lupe offered me the decorated robe to put on she whispered, “I can’t believe you’re doing this at your age. Maybe we can get together some other time?” She cupped one of my tiny breasts as she kissed me on the cheek. Was that like asking me for a date? I was noncommittal, saying that maybe we would work together again sometime.

I followed everyone to the large room where they were setting up. For the first time I saw the actress Boo, who was basically the main female star of the movie (regardless of what Ed Ibanez told me) getting last minute instructions from Jake. This was her big scene of the movie as she plotted with her sex partner, a huge black actor I didn’t know, to get rid of the young Cleopatra. I watched their scripted conversation as it led to foreplay. After Jake had them shift positions a little, they started having sex. The sight was making me horny again, so I slipped away from the room. It was time for me to get dressed and go home.

Mr. Ibanez stopped me before I got to the back door.

“Will you be able to get over here after school on Tuesday? I want to tape some of the non-sex scenes between you and Boo and some of the other characters then, so we can concentrate on the big scenes next Saturday. Is that okay?”

I knew what he meant by “big” scenes. I told him I thought I could get here without a problem as long as I didn’t get a mountain of unexpected homework.

When Tuesday rolled around, I was at the house on S. Catalina as scheduled. It was obvious from the start that Boo didn’t like having an underage girl in the cast. I grew certain it wasn’t simply the plot that kept me from a sex scene with her. They videoed me with several characters; I only flubbed one of my lines and had to do it over again. I confirmed the Saturday schedule with Mr. Ibanez while I mentally worked out all the excuses I would use to get here.

I didn’t do well in school that week. You could understand how my concentration wandered away from the classroom and thought ahead to Saturday, and big men. I was a little late getting to the house Saturday, but Mr. Ibanez and Jake didn’t seem upset. Most of the remaining scenes were captured, leaving this day mainly for me. I hadn’t slept well and I guess it showed. Both Ed and Jake asked me if I was okay. I nervously anticipated what today would be like, but I told them both with a smile that I was ready. Ed seemed to bring a bottle of champagne from out of thin air and asked me if I wanted some. It may have been morning, but would I ever turn down a glass of champagne? As I was sipping the bubbly liquid courage, Ed hugged me and once again asked me if I was still okay with doing this. I watched gorgeous Alan approach, and nodded vigorously in answer to Mr. Ibanez’s question.

“Here’s my Candy girl,” Alan said with a broad grin. He wore only a pair of gym shorts. I caressed his muscled torso and legs with my eyes as he walked up to me. Soon he would be in me, and I moaned involuntarily at the thought. When he was at my side, he said, “You know I’ve been waiting an eternity for this day to come.” He winked. “Candy honey, me and the guys will take care of you. You’ll remember this day forever,” he said with another big grin. He walked off, whistling.

Mr. Ibanez, who heard what Alan had said, told me, “I heard Big Rod say the same thing yesterday. These guys really can’t wait—hey, I’m jealous I can’t be one of the guys today!” He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

I answered, “I wish you were one of the guys too.”

His facial expression told me everything I needed to know.

Jake called for me to get dressed—it really was undressed, since I was going to wear the sheer nightgown again, this time with a different robe over it. I finished my glass of champagne and poured another. As I sipped, and stripped, I practiced my lines in my head. Before the sex part, I had a lot of speaking dialog in the big scene. I didn’t want to screw it up. With my glass of champagne I went and sat in the ‘throne’ chair, still silently practicing my lines.

Soon, Big Rod came by, already naked. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Hi Candy. You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, every moment the professional.

I couldn’t help but stare at his manhood—the reason for his nickname—hanging between his legs in all its glory. “Oh yes, I’m ready,” I replied, surprised by my tone.

Derek and Michael greeted me as well before they began surveying my ‘throne’ and figuring out how they would lift and carry it. They didn’t have to tell me that they were both nervous about my age. Alan came back and told me again how much he was looking forward to fucking me. I realized his teasing was like foreplay—he knew how I thought of him and his great body. It was working; I knew I was wet.

When Jake yelled at everyone to get set, I’d finished my champagne and put the glass aside. The four men got into position to lift my throne, Derek and Alan in front, Rod and Michael in back. I was still wearing the nightgown and robe. They were wearing nothing. They lifted me effortlessly and on cue began walking while chanting some nonsensical song someone must have thought sounded Egyptian. As they carried me, the memory game I was playing to remember my lines was being confused by both the champagne and the sight of four swinging cocks. I stared for a few seconds down at Rod’s big, swaying member and I moaned loud enough for Alan and Derek to glance at me. Alan snuck a wink at me. I hoped it wasn’t caught on camera to ruin anything.

When we entered the big room, Boo and her partner had just finished fucking. The big black actor had sprayed a good amount of cum all over his costar’s chest and face. That’s how I was supposed to find them.

“You will not betray me again,” I shouted, as the duo sprang to their feet at the same time several toga-clad ‘soldiers’ ran in and grabbed them. One camera zoomed in to my face as I closed my eyes. Jake told me they would edit in a few scenes of me and Boo, like I was remembering them. The ‘soldiers’ tied them up as I kept saying my lines about how I, the queen, had trusted Boo with my most intimate secrets and how she had hurt and betrayed me. I finished by shouting for the soldiers to take them outside and execute them. Jake had explained that they already filmed a scene in the desert where the naked couple would die some gruesome yet sexy death. I couldn’t imagine what a ‘sexy’ death would look like, but that wasn’t my concern. As they left the room, I sighed loudly and commanded the four men to lower my chair. Jake yelled “Cut” for the first time ever. If it weren’t for what was coming next, I would have laughed for sure.

The crew shifted lighting and got ready. Was I ready?

Mr. Ibanez loudly said, “Have condoms ready, people. She’s not on birth control, so if I see anybody bareback in this girl’s cunt you’ll never work in this industry again, you all get me?”

Oh God, he meant when the guys fucked ME!

Alan knelt next to me and whispered, “It’s gonna be great, Candy-girl. We’re all gonna be gentle. If anything hurts just let Jake know to stop, okay?” He had a hand on my thigh. He slowly moved it up my leg to my pussy and lightly slipped a finger in between my pussy lips. “I don’t think we have to worry about lubrication,” he said even more softly, holding his finger up so I could see how wet it was. “I’m going first, you know.” His smile was mischievous, and captivating.

Jake hollered for everyone to get into place. In one corner of the room was a large, ornately decorated bed. The lights were bright. Three video cameras were ready. On my ‘throne’ I said my line about the sadness in my life and how I was being denied pleasures because I was the queen. I yelled, “I have flesh too—flesh that needs to be satisfied.”

With that, my four menservants came to me, lifted me from my chair and slowly stripped off my nightgown. They dramatically stroked every inch of my body as they carried me to the bed. Derek and Michael were on each side of me, caressing my legs, belly and breasts. Big Rod was off to the side, stroking his cock to full erection. Alan was at my feet. Outside of the camera’s view, a naked woman was rubbing Alan’s cock—which was pretty hard already—before unrolling a condom onto him. Their cocks were right there! They were all so close and so big! A shiver ran up and down my spine. The guys knew exactly what they were doing to me—and what they were going to do. I had difficulty breathing. Derek easily spread my legs apart as Alan moved in between them. His cock was so neat when it was fully erect; it had a bend in it like the letter “J” with the head sticking straight up. I watched in awe as he moved in closer to enter me. When he did, it was like an electric shock going through my body. He didn’t hesitate; he lay down on top of me and fucked me. Oh the sensations! Alan was only minimally holding his full weight off me by his elbows. My nipples rubbed against his muscled chest as we both moved to his set rhythm. I realized I had wrapped my legs around his heaving midsection, and I had a stiff cock in each hand besides the one pounding into my vagina.

Derek was whispering comments to Alan, like “Man, just LOOK at her legs twitch!” and “LISTEN to her!” and “She’s cumming ALREADY!”

I WAS making noise, first “Ugh—ugh—ugh—” on each of Alan’s thrusts before turning it into a constant wail. I was cumming, and cumming hard.

Derek muttered “Holy shit.”

Alan groaned “Oh fuck.” He was about to cum!

I felt his squirting cock jerk inside me. I squealed again, knowing that without the condom Alan would be filling me with his semen. You see, Alan was supposed to pull out, strip off the condom and cum on my tummy. No wonder he swore, but no matter, for at that moment my stranglehold on Derek’s cock got him to cum all over me instead. Jake would still be pleased, I guessed, even if it didn’t happen as scripted.

After Jake halted the videotaping, Alan whispered at my ear, “I can’t remember the last time I lost control of my orgasm on set like I just did. Candy, you’re so cute and so tight and so hot and so, so, so—loud.”

I smiled up at him though I was too out of breath to say anything. Damn, he was going to kiss me! Certainly not in the script, (and I knew he’d be teased about it after by the other actors) but the kiss took away whatever breath I had left. When I opened my eyes I caught sight of Rod’s massive erection in my peripheral vision.  I was still horny and now I was going to get Big Rod.

A crew girl came to me and cleaned up all the cum and tamed my damp, sweaty hair as everyone else got ready for the next scene. Rod asked me if I was okay, which translated to “Are you ready for my cock now?” He was rolling on a condom.

When the cameras rolled, the men propped me on my hands and knees on the big bed. Big Rod was behind me and was about to test the ability of my vagina to stretch and my cervix to ascend. Derek and Alan were reclining beside me and Michael was in front of me, his erection looming inches from my face. When Rod put his cock head at my pussy and pushed, I yelped, but Michael’s cock muffled the sound as he snuck it into my open mouth. Oh God, I felt like I was being split in two by Rod as he buried himself in me. Not really pain, but it wasn’t pleasure yet either. The cock stuffing my mouth threatened to choke me and muffled any sound I was making.

Big Rod was slow but relentless in his rhythm. His size wasn’t altogether unpleasant. His thrusting was beginning to give me more pleasure than discomfort. Of course I couldn’t see him but I heard him. 

Rod was in character, groaning, “My queen is so tight. I hope I am pleasuring her as much as I am being pleasured by her.” Like Lupe’s lines last Saturday it was hokey, but I liked it anyway.

This position was new to me, but I was beginning to like the sensations of where his cock was rubbing and having his strong hands firmly clutching my hips.  I will have to get Jimmy to take me doggie-style next time.

Alan whispered in my ear, “Push back, Candy-girl. Big Rod’s being cautious but you need to feel his full length—go back all the way.”

I trusted him so I didn’t even think about what Alan said. I pushed my ass back hard into Rod’s crotch, and the assault on my womb caused me to cry out so loud that even Michael’s cock down my throat couldn’t quite stifle it. In a while, though, we had this natural tempo thing going. I was rocking backward and forward to meet each thrust of the two men. I felt Michael’s cock swell so I knew he was ready to cum. I was getting there too—this was everything I had dreamed about and more.

We had sweet timing. As my orgasm hit, Michael pulled out of my mouth and gave me a facial just before Big Rod tossed me onto my back. His condom was off and he let go an enormous spray of cum all over me. Alan and Derek were jerking off I guess (I mean, I was oblivious to my surroundings by then as I screamed in orgasm once more) and their cum joined Rod’s in the creamy coating of my belly and chest. I admit I was getting very fond of having men cum on me.

Jake cut the cameras and suggested we go shower. He and Mr. Ibanez were thinking out loud that since they thought everything had been super so far maybe we could do another scene. They asked me and I said yes. No surprise to me how quickly I agreed. The walk-in shower was really big, though it was tight with five of us in there. The guys were playful, teasing me about having all this sex at my age. As they lathered me with soap and washed my hair, they kidded me that since I had done it with them I wouldn’t be satisfied with boys. Maybe they were right. The luxurious way they ministered to me in the shower got me horny again. These men were pros in more ways than one.

As we dried off and returned to the big room, they patted my ass and tweaked my nipples and otherwise kept touching me and teasing me like teenage boys would. They told me they were having more fun than they had had in a long time making porn movies. Could I have been any happier than I was at that moment?

Without hearing it from Jake, I knew the added scene would be with Alan. They darkened the room a little to give the impression of nightfall, though the lights were still bright enough. I was in my bed “dreaming” of the earlier sex (they would edit in flashback scenes as my ‘memory’) when Alan entered and whispered to his queen. I sat up and beckoned him to bedside. I was naked but he was wearing a toga-like tunic. We said the hastily written lines they gave us before I stood to face him and began removing the draped tunic. By the time he was naked he was hard, and as before a lady assistant was rolling on a condom just out of the camera’s range. He picked me up and sat me on his cock. I had my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and he sort of bounced me up and down on him. Before long I was doing the bouncing, not him. He whispered for my benefit, not the camera’s that he would always remember me, and he thought I was the most special girl in the world. My screech as I came drowned out anything else he said to me. There would be no pullout, no cumshot this time. He was going to cum in me as if he wasn’t wearing protection. 

I was still bouncing and still cumming when he did.  He groaned, “Oh, my queen,” as he filled the condom.

Afterwards I showered, alone this time. I was exhausted but in a good way, serenely basking in the afterglow of my orgasms. After I got out of the shower, I dried and got dressed and went to watch the action that was being videoed. My work was done.

Mr. Ibanez wanted to talk to me so we went to the kitchen. He smiled broadly, basking in his own glow—the glow of success, and money to be made. He just watched some of the footage—my footage—and he said it came out great. He thanked me again as he handed me four very large checks.

“I didn’t want to have it all in one check. I figured the bank would question where the money came from when you deposited it. These will be less suspicious if you deposit them at different times; you know, spreading them out a bit.” As I looked at them and marveled at the total amount, he added, “And don’t worry. They won’t bounce. I’m going to make a lot of money from this movie overseas, and frankly I hope someday you’ll want to work for me again. You’re THAT good, Candy sweetheart, you really are.”

He leaned over and gave me a kiss. He told me that he and Suzie were moving away from the beach. He said that making these movies was a risky business and that you had to keep moving to avoid trouble. We talked about discretion. He wanted to make sure I understood the danger he was in for having me in his movies and that I wouldn’t betray him.

Of course his name isn’t Ibanez and his daughter’s name isn’t really Suzie. I wouldn’t hurt them by writing with their real names.

Before I left, I asked him if he knew where Glory was. He said he didn’t know why she wasn’t answering my calls, but said not to worry since “she’s a big girl and pretty good at taking care of herself.”

I walked home with checks for a lot of money in my pocket, remnants of orgasmic bliss still within me, and worries of Glory I couldn’t get out of my mind.

OK, reality-check time: what was that homework assignment I had to finish by Monday morning?

 

 

 

SIX

 

I wasn’t looking forward to the appointment. This would be my second time examined by a gynecologist, though it was the first time with my mom’s new California doctor. The exam was no big deal, but now that I’m not a virgin anymore I wasn’t sure what she would see, or say to me. 

With my legs up in those silly things, spread like I was ready for sex, the doctor examined me. She made these funny “Hmmm” sounds, which annoyed me to no end. Just say something I kept thinking. Eventually she did. “You’ve been a very active girl.”  I wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question.

“Er, what do you mean?”

Her stern look softened. “You’ve been having intercourse, and by the looks of your vulva and vagina walls I’d assume it’s been with some—shall I say—rather endowed individuals, or possibly with some too large, ah, objects.”

I didn’t know what to say. I simply nodded, leaving her to guess which one.

“I’ll also assume it’s been your choice and there was no force involved, and that your, ah, partners were boys close to your age. I’d have to report abuse, you know.” So, she chose to assume the first suggestion rather than I was shoving soda cans up my vagina. I tried to assure her it wasn’t that kind of abuse. 

“Did they use protection—a condom?” 

I nodded again.

“I know it’s a personal thing young lady, but it is a health issue too and I think you need to know all the risks.” She went on to explain STDs and something called human papilloma virus (I looked it up after) and herpes and the possible unreliability of condoms in preventing pregnancy. I got a lecture about the psychological consequences of teenagers having sex. She said she’d prescribe birth control pills but warned me to still use condoms for protection from diseases. Panic set in. She would have to tell my mother!

I was so thankful she was tactful in explaining the prescription to my mom. She said she prescribed the Pill to all her teenage patients since “Though she’s a good girl” (ahem) all teens face “sexual decisions” someday and she wanted girls to be safe. She told my mom stuff about hormones and things, which I thought sounded like doctor-bullshit, though my mom seemed to buy it. This lady doctor was a gem.

I was now on The Pill! Just wait until Jimmy found out!

Thinking of Jimmy got me thinking of Glory for some reason. Why was she ignoring me? I tried calling her practically every day. No answer, and no voice-mail. With school taking up all my time and making it difficult to get out of the house on weeknights, I didn’t have an opportunity to go to her house and check on her. She’d been really pissed I made the Cleopatra movie, but is that why she ignored my calls? And why no voice-mail? Even my mom wondered, “What happened to that nice teacher?”

Finally on a Saturday I made an excuse to go out, and called Jimmy to come get me. He picked me up around the corner from my house and drove me to Glory’s house in Rancho Palos Verdes. As he drove up P. V. Boulevard I silently wondered not about Glory, but about Jimmy and me and our strange relationship. He couldn’t possibly be my boyfriend at 22; I mean I wasn’t even in high school yet. But he was my boyfriend if I thought about it. We spent a lot of time together. We made love. I knew I drove him a little bit crazy, well, maybe a LOT crazy, since my age made him a criminal, I guess. He could go to prison if we were found out, yet we still hung out together whenever we could.

Since I couldn’t spend my money on things for me, I bought things for Jimmy instead. I just bought him a Wii console (which is a lot of fun), and a fairly expensive diver’s watch he coveted. Was buying him things why he took the chance to be with me—besides the sex, of course? How did he really feel about me? And what about my feelings for him?

When we pulled up in front of Glory’s house, the “HOUSE FOR RENT” sign in front told me what I needed to know. I got out of Jimmy’s truck and walked up the walk anyway. The house looked empty so I didn’t expect an answer to the eerily echoing doorbell. She was gone. First Suzie Ibanez and now Glory.

I began to cry. I didn’t realize Jimmy was next to me until he hugged me. “Maybe she’ll call you or e-mail you sometime,” he said, but I doubted she ever would.

The drive back to the beach was mostly silent—silent of conversation, that is—but not completely silent since Jimmy’s truck was making a lot of strange banging and clanking noises.

“Ah shit. This thing’s about on its death bed,” Jimmy muttered with a few extra swears thrown in for good measure. I hoped we could make it back to my house, at least. We did. Parked around the corner from my house, Jimmy asked me if I’d like to go to the beach the following day. I asked which one and he told me Hermosa. I liked that beach, and the weather had been warm enough. When I lived in Massachusetts, I imagined that Southern California was always sunny and in the 90’s, though I’d learned otherwise since. This fall weather was still beach weather though, and I could take it. Jimmy told me about some friends he was meeting there, and said something about a house with a hot tub where everyone was partying after. I had to ask—was he okay with me being with him? He assured me he was.

My parents would allow me to go to the beach with friends as long as the beach was Redondo. Hermosa Beach was a different story. I wouldn’t correct their mistaken impression of which beach I was talking about going to. The next day I put on my pink bikini with shorts and a t-shirt over it, and headed out. Jimmy was waiting for me around the block. I heard his truck before I saw it. When I jumped into the passenger seat I gave Jimmy a big kiss, which for some reason surprised him and got me thinking again of how he felt about me. Heading north, he told me all about his friends and sort of what to expect from their reaction to meeting me. The only one I had met before was Brian, who I thought was an asshole even though I knew Jimmy liked him as a friend. Brian was the kind of guy who always had to be better than everyone else. You know what I mean: if you did something great twice, he’d done it four times—that kind of egotistical guy. I also remember that when I first went to the beach and was checking out the surfers changing into their wetsuits, Brian was one of the guys I checked out and he did have a fantastic body. Too bad his personality didn’t match. Oh well, there would be others to hang with Jimmy and me, and I was sure they’d be okay.

We had a hard time finding a place to park but eventually we were on the beach and walking toward a group already there. Blankets and towels were spread out and everyone was laughing. My first impression was that I was certainly the youngest. My second impression was that boys outnumbered girls. My third impression was that the blonde girl talking to Brian—okay, maybe just listening to him—was by far the prettiest of the group. My fourth impression was that Brian was being his usual, loud self.

“Hey, it’s about time you show up,” Brian said to Jimmy when he saw us.

Introductions were made.  The blonde girl introduced herself as Cassie, and as Brian’s girlfriend.

“How old are you anyway?” When I told her, she looked at Jimmy and said, “Shit, are you fuckin’ NUTS?”

Jimmy smiled and said, “I guess I am.”

Cassie asked me “Is Candy your real name?” I told her no, and explained the nickname.

After that, we sort of laid around on towels and beach blankets, slathered sunscreen on each other and talked. The boys were kind of in one cluster and the girls in another. Cassie sunned next to me, and turned out to be a chatterbox; which made me wonder how she got along with a bigmouth like Brian. She went on about school and how much she hated it. She was 17 going on 18 and a sophomore at Torrance High (she “stayed back some” was her explanation). She continued to make comments about my age especially when I told her where I went to school.

As she rambled on I studied her. She was everything I wasn’t, which was a strange thought to me. She was kind of soft and curvy but not in a ‘fat’ way, and had big round breasts I envied since mine barely challenged my bikini top. Her bikini was white, balancing her tanned body and her long blonde hair nicely, though up close I could tell she dyed her hair.

I didn’t know why but I asked anyway, “You a natural blonde?”

“Naw, mine’s like really brown if I don’t color it. See?” She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms and pulled forward. I saw the trimmed light brown strip of pubic hair.

“Oh, you don’t shave it. I do,” and I showed her my bald pubic mound the same way.

“Mmmm, that would be neat. I think I’ll do that too.  Maybe you could help me out some day?” She looked at me the same way the actress Lupe had only a few weeks before. Did all girls have a lesbian part inside them?

“I, er, don’t know, like, we’ll see,” was my stammered answer.

A few of us went in the water, but we mostly just laid around until one of the guys asked us all to go to his house for “round two” as he called it. His folks were away and they had a hot tub. Jimmy wanted to go so it was okay with me. He knew my ‘curfew’ limit and would make sure I was home in time. We drove in a procession up Artesia to what I thought was North Torrance, but I wasn’t sure. Jimmy kept swearing at his truck; he thought it was going to die en route, but we made it. His friend’s house was big but not like a mansion or anything. I found out the guy’s name was Pete. While we all piled in he fired up the hot tub and pointed out the beer stash in a fridge in the garage. Everyone grabbed a bottle or two, including me. We figured it was Pete’s problem to restock it all before his folks got home from vacation. In a while a bunch of us were drunk and crammed into the hot tub. A couple of the girls, including Cassie, removed their tops. Jimmy whispered to me, “You don’t have to take yours off if you don’t want to.”

Before I could even think about it, Brian, who was next to me, was teasing me to go topless too. I thought no big deal, so off came my bra. All the guys were checking me out, but I think it was more curiosity than anything else. They wanted to see what a thirteen-year-old’s boobs looked like, and after their curiosity was satisfied they went on to ogle the other girls who had bigger ones than I did. All except Brian, that is. He kept staring at me, ignoring his girlfriend. Cassie noticed. She started getting closer to the guy to her left who didn’t seem to be with any particular girl. In addition to how he stared at her boobs, I thought he was touching her underwater. She appeared to be touching him too. Brian was oblivious as he moved a little closer to me.

When I felt a hand at my thigh, I said, “Don’t.” Just the one word, but my look and Jimmy’s menacing glare stopped Brian. Others were watching our little drama, but Cassie and the guy who I thought was named Hunter were too busy to notice. Finally Brian took his eyes off me and noticed them.

“Hey!”  He practically yelled.  “What the fuck?”

Cassie pulled away from Hunter and hugged Brian like nothing had happened. “You didn’t seem interested so I kept myself busy. YOU should know about my sex drive, after all.”

“I’ll keep you busy,” Brian said before they locked lips.

Pairing up had begun, with Hunter and another guy appearing to be the hot tub odd-men-out voyeurs. Every couple was making out, including Jimmy and me. Pretty soon the water was churning more from moving bodies than bubbling jets. As we momentarily caught our breaths between kisses, I looked up to see Cassie not only getting out of the tub with Brian but also pulling Hunter and the other solo guy out as well. The four moved into the house and out of sight, Cassie’s ample breasts bouncing all the way.

Jimmy said, “I bet that’ll be interesting, three on one. Did you see how goddamned horny she is?”

We went back to kissing and touching in the bubbling water of the hot tub. I wondered if my ‘acting’ for Mr. Ibanez was on his mind and the reason for Jimmy’s comment.

“I think we’ve been in here long enough. Don’t want to shrivel up. Why don’t we get out, get another beer and check out the rest of Pete’s house,” Jimmy said. As we climbed out I realized the only couple still in the hot tub was close to fucking. Jimmy must have noticed too; he had a hard-on straining his swim shorts, probably not just from kissing me, I thought.

It felt funny walking around strangers topless. In several places around the house couples were in various stages of necking toward copulation. Cold beers in hand, we walked around and kind of watched. After all I’d done, both at the Ibanez house and the house on S. Catalina, the whole scene didn’t faze me much, but I could tell it was turning Jimmy on. When we entered the big living room, a porn movie was playing on the big flat-screen TV, and Cassie was getting pounded on the sofa, with erections gathered all around her.

I wasn’t looking at Cassie; I was looking at the TV. “Oh my God!”

Jimmy looked at me quizzically. “What’s the matter?”

In the video a woman was sucking off a guy with a monster cock. Just then he gave her a facial with several squirts of cum. I didn’t need to see his face—though I had. His monster had stretched me real good. I knew him as Big Rod.

Jimmy’s quizzical look suddenly became a perceptive one. “He’s one of them, isn’t he?”

I didn’t answer. He kept after me. “So that’s one of the men who fucked you for the camera. How did that fuckin’ thing feel? Jesus, he’s gotta be a foot long. I guess I don’t stack up to that.”

“Don’t be like that, Jimmy. I don’t have any feelings for those guys like I do for you.”

“And what ARE those feelings?”

Did I know? My hesitation was like an answer to him anyway. He shook his head sadly and looked at Cassie getting banged doggie style by one guy after another in the opposite corner of the large room. It looked to me like an assembly line. When one guy came—either in or on her—another took his place and fucked her. Guys came in under a minute, no apparent thought to Cassie, even though she was moaning and groaning at each of their thrusts. Some of them weren’t even at the beach earlier, like they heard what was happening and came over to take part in all the fun. Every once in a while a stiff cock went into her mouth and she got fucked there too.

As Jimmy and I stood and watched and drank our beers in voyeuristic awe, Brian took his turn behind Cassie, but his plan was for an up-to-now unused hole—he pushed his cock into her asshole and started fucking her there, ignoring her yelps of protest. He came in about 20 seconds, and another guy took his place, filling her ass again. Another cock shoved into her mouth drowned out her cries. Pain or pleasure; who could tell?

A flushed-red, obviously drunk Brian walked over to us, cum-dribble still evident on his cock-head. “Hey Jimmy, my man, why don’t you drop the shorts and get a piece of that,” hooking a thumb in Cassie’s direction. “I’ll take care of the kid.” I guess by ‘kid’ he meant me.

“Knock it off, Brian,” Jimmy said, “How could you let this happen? I thought she was your girlfriend.”

“C’mon pal, Cassie likes cock too much to just have one boyfriend. I don’t mind sharing—how about you?”

With that, Brian reached over quickly and pulled the string ties of my bikini bottoms, and just like that, poof, I was naked. He whistled and grabbed for my pussy, but Jimmy just about threw him across the room, even though Brian was physically the bigger man.

Jimmy picked up and handed me my bottoms, walked over to hover over a prone and shaken Brian, and said, “Your girl may be a gang bang slut, but mine is a lady no matter how young she is.”

It wasn’t amazement really, but I couldn’t come up with another word to describe my reaction to what Brian did, or for Jimmy’s response. I was scared for Jimmy since I wasn’t sure how Brian would act once he realized he had a room full of ‘friends’ to call on. The orgy had stopped. Cassie looked in shock, though I wondered if it was from the all the sex, or from Jimmy’s characterization of her as a “gang bang slut,” which I knew she’d heard. I was happy to see all the fight had left Brian; he stayed on the floor.

Jimmy turned to me and said, “Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll get outta here.”

Since I was naked and standing in front of a group of sex-wild, equally naked males, I became the center of attention again. They ogled my young, puffy girl-boobs and my bald pussy, and I saw a few limp cocks begin to rise again.  I said to Jimmy, “I can’t go home now anyway. Gotta get the beer out of my system. Why don’t we hop back into the hot tub and soak some more, okay?”

Jimmy said “Sure,” and we walked out to the tub. I surprised myself again—walking around naked in front of people felt good and got me aroused a little. Mmmmm. Good, no one was in the hot tub. Jimmy kicked off his shorts for the first time today and we both climbed in naked. When I sat down on one of the jets, the stomach-butterflies I felt because of my nakedness intensified, as the pulsing water was spraying directly on my clit. Jimmy figured out what was happening to me, and he began to stroke my neck, chest and tummy the way he knew I liked. I was a quick cummer and this was going to be no exception. I had an image in my mind of a newly horny gang of guys (from fantasizing about me) jumping Cassie one more time. I thought of her writhing and moaning body penetrated from every angle, and my climax hit.

“AhhhhhhhhhhEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” I screeched, hoping neighbors wouldn’t hear me. Hearing myself, I remembered what Alan said about me squealing like a “stuck pig” when I climaxed!

My idea of what I thought was going on in the house was dashed when I looked up to see a topless Cassie standing by the rim of the hot tub looking at me. “Jesus, you are a hot little number, cumming like that.” She turned to Jimmy and said, “What were you DOING to her?”

Jimmy grinned ear-to-ear, saying “Who me? I didn’t do a thing,” holding his hands in the air.

She shook her head then asked “Mind if I join you two?” and climbed in.

“That was some kinda, er, performance in there,” Jimmy said with a laugh. “You all set now?”

Cassie smiled. “I guess you could say I’m taken care of. How come you didn’t want some? Don’t you think I’m pretty, or is it just ‘cause Lolita’s like here with you?”

“Naw, you’re hot. Didn’t you see my hard-on before?” Jimmy laughed again. “Seems I’ll be the only one not getting off here, though.”

She slid closer to Jimmy. “There’s still time for that to happen. I’ll volunteer if someone else doesn’t want to.” She looked at me as she went for Jimmy’s cock below the bubbling waterline.

I wasn’t going to let that happen, time to act grown up. “I think I can handle this myself,” I said as I motioned for Jimmy to scoot out of the water and sit on the hot tub’s rim. I got between his legs and mouthed his cock. He was very hard and leaking quite a bit of precum, which tasted good to me in spite of the added chlorinated-water ‘flavoring.’ I thought he’s my man, which was a strange thought indeed. I wanted to show Cassie I wasn’t a kid, and I wanted to show Jimmy how proud I was he protected me from Brian. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could, wetting his shaft with my saliva. I went faster until I felt the telltale swelling. He moaned, and came in several spurts. I swallowed most of it.

Cassie clapped and cheered. “I couldn’t have done it any better, girl,” she said. “You deserve a kiss for that.”

Before I knew it she was in my face and her tongue was flicking around in my mouth, as our lips danced together. Much to Jimmy’s post-orgasmic amusement, Cassie was actually licking the remains of Jimmy’s cum!

She pulled away from my lips and turned to Jimmy. “Yum-yum; you sure you can’t get that back up for a threesome? Damn, this girl’s hot. You’re a lucky fucker, you know that?”

Jimmy looked for a brief moment like he was seriously thinking about that threesome—and I couldn’t blame him, she was a horny babe—but then he smiled and answered, “I know how lucky I am.” He reached down and lifted me to him, and then kissed me himself. It was long and deep.

Two guys came out to the hot tub while Jimmy and I kissed. By the time we climbed out, Cassie and the guys were in a wet tangle, making it so frantically water was splashing from the hot tub in waves. She truly was a sex machine. I wondered if she would do movies—she’d be good at it, and I supposed it wouldn’t be acting.

The party was over. “Let’s get outta here,” Jimmy said.

“You know you could’ve done it with her. It woulda been okay.”

He looked at me funny as we got in his truck. “Why? I’m not special enough to have me all to yourself?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. I think you’re very special.”

“I hope you know I love you, and I’d do anything for you, even go to jail if you reject me someday.”

As he started the truck, I looked at his face. So sad looking, and was that a tear at the corner of his eye? “Jimmy,” I said, “except for my mom and dad, like I don’t really know what love means, but you’ve been so good for me and I would never say anything—ever—to get you in trouble.” I told him we could never predict the future but for now he was my boyfriend, and that he was special in my heart. I didn’t use those three special words though, like he said to me. Maybe I wasn’t ready yet.

As he drove down Hawthorne, he got worried again about the sounds the truck was making. He told me about a three-year-old yellow Nissan Xterra on a used car lot in Long Beach he had his eyes on. Even with his two jobs he wasn’t sure if he could afford it.

“I’ll buy it for you.”

“Huh? You what? No—no—I couldn’t let you do that.”

“I can’t spend my money on me, why can’t I spend it on you? Besides, you’re like my chauffeur anyway,” I said, and laughed.

He laughed too. “I sure am that, Miss Daisy. What else am I?”

I looked at him and said, “You’re my lover, surfer-boy. How about we go to your apartment and I show you? I mean, like, I have a surprise for you.”

“Surprise, huh?”

When we got to his apartment, we got undressed and I jumped onto his bed like it was a trampoline. He reached into a dresser drawer, but I told him he didn’t have to. “C’mon girl, you know I have to wear one. Shit, if you got pregnant then I definitely would end up in prison.”

“That’s my surprise. I’m on the Pill, so now you can feel me without latex, lover. What are you waiting for?”

Between being bareback and the novelty of doing me from behind—my new favorite position—Jimmy fucked me like a maniac. His fast pace was fine with me; I was going to orgasm in record time, even for me.

“Omigod, you feel so good. Sooooo good. Tight. Ohhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned.

I croaked out, like I’d heard some of the porn stars do, “Is that all you…got…? …Fuck me harder, HARDER!”

Boy, did he!

I screamed, he groaned, and we came together. I thought of his cum deep inside me and another orgasm shook my body to its core. Nicely satisfied, we collapsed side by side on the bed. After a few minutes, I teased him. “I bet you were thinking of Cassie while you were doing it with me, weren’t you.”

He chuckled. “You knew I was, huh? I thought my hots for blondes was a well kept secret of mine.”

“Men are always suckers for big tit blondes, even if she gets her blonde hair from a box.” I kind of jounced my little boobs. “I mean, look at me—tiny tits and dark hair and a wide nose—what’s a girl to do?”

He laughed and hugged me to his warm, muscled, sweaty body. “Why would I dream of her when I’m with the hottest girl in Parras Middle School history? Besides, maybe she’s the one who’ll be dreaming of you. I saw how she looked at you—and holy shit, that kiss!”

“What do they call it when an animal eats everything—an omnivore? Maybe she’s omnisexual.”

We laughed together and kissed again. I felt protected, and loved. It was time, I knew it: “I love you.” 

I thought he was going to cry.

On Wednesday after school, Jimmy took me to the lot in Long Beach to show me the Xterra. After some negotiation, we went to my bank where I made a withdrawal and had them make out a check. The yellow dream-truck was now Jimmy’s, and he was like a kid at Christmas.

“It’s like an early Christmas present,” was what I told him.

“How do I ever match this?” I told him to keep putting up with me. I joked that was a difficult enough thing to do all by itself.

“It’s still early. Why don’t we go your place and fool around.” I was especially horny for some reason. I nearly ripped my new striped panties getting them off. I rode my tanned stallion with my tiny boobs bouncing frantically, until he held them.

I grunted “Ah-Ah-Ah-Ugh-Ugh-Ugh-Ah-Ah-Ah,” matching each bounce until we came at the same time, both of us very loud in our vocal appreciation of a good orgasm. He stayed hard, so I kept riding, and kept cumming. Wow!

Before we got out of bed, he said, “You know, you’re always complaining how small your tits are. Well, I think they’re growing. In fact, I know they’re bigger since that first time.”  He pantomimed using his cupped palm as a measuring device. “Definitely bigger.”

“First time, huh? You mean when you took an innocent little girl’s virginity?” I said, grinning.

“Innocent, my ass! Sneaking around on the beach trying to see guy’s cocks. Hardly innocent,” he said, before slapping my butt, “but still little, with a skinny ass.”

A very long kiss ensued. Before he took me home, I said those three words again. “I love you.”

I hoped I knew what that meant.

 

 

 

SEVEN

 

The holiday season and beyond into the new year of 2008 turned out to be a great time. I got lots of nice Christmas presents from my mom and dad. They gave me a whole bunch of store gift cards so I could buy clothes. My mom was pretty ‘hip’ (her favorite word) for her age but I’d still rather buy my own clothes.  Jimmy was still ecstatic driving the Xterra I bought him as his early Christmas present. He gave me a beautiful necklace and earring set I knew he spent way too much on.  After he gave them to me, I wore the jewelry when we made love at his apartment. He liked it a lot, seeing the necklace gleam, bounce and dangle as we did it. It made me feel good wearing it too.

A few days after Christmas, I was on the beach, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead of my bikini in the cool and overcast weather. A bunch of us were watching some of the guys in wetsuits, including Jimmy, trying valiantly to catch one of the less-than-huge waves. I would have been disappointed, but those guys were in heaven out there on surfboards regardless of the size of the surf. Last year at this time I was making a snowman in my Lexington, Massachusetts backyard, and bugging my dad to take me skiing. I missed the snow but not too much.

Cassie was there. It was the first time I had seen her since the hot tub ‘party’ at Peter’s house. She was still ostensibly Brian’s girlfriend, but after witnessing her sexual hunger that day I figured ‘girlfriend’ still didn’t mean exclusivity. I didn’t pay much attention to her at first as I spoke with other friends.

“Hey, kid, you getting enough?” she said; surprising me that she was suddenly standing beside me on the beach.

“Enough of what?” I answered, kind of stupidly since I knew what she meant.

She swung her tight-jean-clad hips back and forth in a sexual pantomime, and laughed. “You know what. Jesus, I NEVER get enough!” She looked out at the guys on the water and said, “If you’d let me I’d take that Jimmy of yours back to my house and fuck him the rest of the day, I’m that horny. Hell, who am I kidding, I’m horny all the time.”

I wouldn’t take the bait on Jimmy, so as a diversion I asked her where she lived. She recited a Torrance address not far from Jimmy’s apartment, telling me she lived with her mom. Then out of the blue she asked me if I would go with her to her house to “hang out, maybe watch a movie. This is kinda boring.” I didn’t have plans for later with Jimmy or anyone else, so I crazily agreed, though I couldn’t fathom why.

She was driving a beat-up Corolla. When she started it up, the stereo blasted my eardrums with some metal I didn’t recognize at first. She hollered “Godsmack” above the music. I liked lots of stuff but wasn’t really into hard core metal, especially at that volume; though I impressed her by knowing Godsmack was from the Boston area, same as me. She didn’t turn the music down, driving while bobbing her head and swaying her body to the beat. I wondered about this strange ‘date.’ By then I wasn’t naïve enough to believe this didn’t have something to do with sex. I remembered how she looked at me at the party, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex with girls before either, so I knew the score. Of course, maybe I was reading too much into the invitation.

She lived in an apartment complex in a part of Torrance I’d never visited. Her mom was on the way out when we got there. Upon introductions, I thought her mom seemed nice enough though she appeared to be one of those women who were forever tired. I’d seen that in some of my friends’ moms. Maybe it was a Southern California thing—busy because you’re expected to be—a ‘television’ reality. Cassie offered me a beer and I accepted. One beer wouldn’t get me in trouble, I thought, especially with her drinking too in her own house. She led me right to her desktop computer.

“I figured,” she said, “you’re a lot smarter than me. Shit, I’m this close to dropping out.” She indicated a miniscule space between her thumb and forefinger. “I mean, like, what am I gonna do? All I have is this body and I can’t see myself as a hooker, so what’s left?”

I didn’t think an answer was expected; the reason for this conversation—and getting me here—would come soon enough.

“Brian told me you made some porn movies or something, and made a lot of money doing it. I didn’t believe him—holy shit, look at you!  Your age! But then I see your boyfriend driving around in a new SUV he can’t afford, and I see you wearing some expensive bling and I figured it’s gotta be true. How do I get into the act?”

So, there it was. I was humbled after thinking she merely invited me over for sex. I told her most of the details. I didn’t have anyone I could contact directly, but I promised her that when someone contacted me, I’d pass along her information. I told her I could easily see her working in the industry. She liked that I said that.

“I don’t really get turned on by porn myself,” she said. “Like, why just watch it if you can do it.” 

I didn’t say anything, though that was my feeling about masturbation—why touch yourself when you can get someone else to do it. I did like to watch though. I can get crazy-horny watching others do it, I’m finding out. 

Cassie continued, “Besides, I think reading erotica is much more of a turn-on than watching it—your imagination, you know. Shit, my imagination is like a full-blown porn movie anyway,” she laughed.

I told her I wasn’t familiar with written erotica, so she sat me down at the computer and showed me websites like Literotica and ASSTR.org. While in the ASSTR site, I read sections of her favorite authors’ works she had bookmarked. One was Stevesaint. This man, who Cassie said had died last year she said wrote some very hot stories. As I read one of them—“Frank’s Daughter”—I got real horny, so I began to agree with Cassie. What would it be like if I wrote about what’s been happening to me?

The idea was born.

Cassie exclaimed, watching me as I read, “Holy shit, you’re so fuckin’ horny I can SMELL you! I bet the fuckin’ chair is soaked!”

My attention was momentarily drawn away from the computer screen. What did she say about smell?

“God, your face is red and you’re like basically panting! I can’t believe it—I’m getting turned-on just from looking at YOU getting turned-on, and I can really smell you, your panties must be so fuckin’ wet!” She was breathing hard herself as she talked, her hand resting at the nape of my neck.

I absently put my hand at my crotch, and damn if I didn’t feel like I had pissed my pants. I was that wet, just as she predicted. Could someone really smell arousal?

She made a moaning noise deep in her throat and then practically shouted, “I gotta go take care of this,” and ran over to a bedside stand and pulled out a silver and black-plastic thing I figured for a vibrator. As she slid her pants off she muttered, “I wish the hell you were bi.”

On her bed, jeans and panties now off, I saw she had shaved fully since that day at Hermosa Beach. With her eyes closed she started in on her pussy with the toy and promptly forgot I was even there. I sat and watched her for a few seconds before my hand moved into my jeans and began massaging my soaking wet clit. I remembered my earlier thoughts on masturbation, and her last words registered with me. Maybe I was bisexual after all; Christ, she was so beautiful! I rose from the computer chair, walked over to the bed and started taking off my clothes. By the time I was naked, she appeared to be getting close to orgasm. I slid onto the bed and lay beside her. My hand went under her t-shirt and caressed one of her heaving breasts as she moaned louder and shuddered. I snuggled against her as she convulsed. While she was still climaxing, her mouth found mine and suddenly she was kissing me.  Memories of Glory overwhelmed me.  I shuddered too.

When I finally opened my eyes, hers were afire, and gazing into mine. “Whew, I needed that. See what I mean about I’m always horny?”

I smiled but didn’t answer. She must have finally realized I was naked, for her eyes grew wider still.

“You ARE amazing, girl. I’m sorry about what I said earlier about you and being in movies.”

“Sorry about what?”

She kind of moved a little away from me to look at my body. “You know, about how you couldn’t possibly be in porn. I know what my body does to men, and I couldn’t figure how a skinny girl could have that effect.” She got closer again. “I see how petite and hot you are now and how, like, in touch with your sexuality you are. Every man in the world would have a wet dream imagining they were fucking you.”

I laughed a little and told her about my squealing orgasms. She laughed along with me, and agreed they had an attraction too. As we both talked and laughed, our hands were lazily touching each other. She confessed how “intrigued” (her word) she’d been with me that day we first met, especially when Brian ratted me out on making the movies.

I said, “I’m not mad at you for what you said at all. I mean, I wonder myself how all of it happened, and if I’ll do it again.”

“You’re thinking about it, I see it all over your face.” She teased me, “C’mon admit it, I know you just loved having those big porn guys all over you.”

“Yeah, I admit it.” We both laughed again.

“I like you a lot, Candy. I don’t know how we can be friends, but I want to try.”

I didn’t know why, but even though I figured we were so different from each other, which I knew was what she meant by ‘not knowing how,’ I wanted to be her friend. I told her how pretty I thought she was, thinking all the while how much of a younger version of Glory she was. Lying next to each other on her bed, we talked some more about how the porn video scene worked (of course only from my limited experience). I told her about Ed Ibanez and his arrangements for me, though I didn’t go into how much he paid me, only that it was decent money. “Especially if you like sex,” I said, and then giggled.

She began making fun of guys when they have sex, mimicking their grunts and groans and the faces they made when they came. I laughed and said she had it down pat. Cassie suddenly straddled me and said in a lower false voice, “Hey baby, I’m gonna fuck you good, open those legs for daddy ‘cause here comes the big guy.” We broke out in laughter at her impersonation.

But…

Her pubic bone was rubbing against mine, and our clits were very close. We were staring at each other as our laughter ebbed. She reached up and pulled off her shirt, then she leaned down and our lips met again. Our tongues and our breasts were joined and in sync as she began rocking so our pussies rubbed together too. As her pace quickened she started making the same kind of noises she mimicked earlier. I was purring along with her. We grew louder very quickly.

She cried, “Oh God, oh God, oh GOD…”

I cried, “Yes, oh yes, oh YES…”

She rolled her head back and sort of howled at the ceiling. I squealed very much like I had when it was Alan on top of me instead of Cassie. It was quite the orgasm for both of us; the teenage sex-addicts satisfying ourselves at least for a short time. We were wet from sweat and smeared pussy juices but we stayed there on her bed, side-by-side, not saying anything for a while. In my after-sex happiness, a memory intruded—Glory again. I loved lying next to her after we did it. I may never see her again, and that realization took something away from my euphoria.

She spoke first. “Wow, that was something else!” She exhaled a whistling breath.

It sure was, but where were we going with this? As I admitted that the sex was indeed super, I wondered if we began a friendship like she wanted, would it be defined by sex? In spite of what just took place, as well as my earlier relationship with Glory, I didn’t think of myself as lesbian or even bisexual. Damn, I was still so inexperienced in sex; I mean, a year ago I was a naïve thirteen-year-old virgin so I didn’t know where I truly lay (I nearly laughed aloud at my mental-pun). In my own way, I asked her what she was looking for. Cassie sadly said that most girls her age were afraid of her, like she would steal their boyfriends or something, and they didn’t want to hang out with a “slut” (her word). In some way she figured I was different. She told me she saw a difference in me that day at Pete’s. I didn’t know what that difference really meant, but I liked her and she evidently liked me. Our unusual friendship was born.

As she drove me home, I worked out a plan to introduce Cassie to my mom. Mom would need some extra ‘selling’ to accept a high school girl 3-to-4 years older than me—and who drove her own car—to be my friend and openly hang out with.

I didn’t need to worry. Cassie turned on the charm and my mother was hooked. She wove a tale of how we met and how she thought I was mature for my age and how she envied me because I did so much better in school than she did. Cassie even beat my mom to the punch, promising she wouldn’t expose me to anything that might constitute trouble. I was in awe, watching a master bullshitter at work, and I loved it. Her charisma matched her sex drive. How could a girl this clever not achieve whatever she went after, including in school? Before she left my house, Cassie and I made plans to hang out the following weekend. I was like so excited to have a friend like her. The girls from school who I counted as friends were okay, but they weren’t in Cassie’s league.

That evening, I booted up my laptop and surfed for more sex stories to read. I eventually found the page with Stevesaint’s stories, and read one called “Annie Loses It.”  It was the sexiest story ever, about a teenage girl who sleeps with a hunky, married neighbor. I thought, how could a sex story be so hot and yet so romantic at the same time?  I was so horny from reading it that I masturbated and came almost immediately after touching myself. I actually had to shove my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. My clit was swollen and sticking out like a small cock. I never felt that before. After I relaxed from my orgasm I read another story and got horny again. I fingered myself one more time until my clit and pussy lips were sore.  It was a ‘good’ sore—and a great cum—and I knew I’d sleep like a baby that night.

I woke up the following morning determined to start writing about my experiences since moving here. I really loved writing and always got A’s in English classes, though what was I going to do, submit sex stories? That would be a blast. My classmate Clara, a recent transplant to So. Cal. from Texas who aspired to be a published author someday, would die if she knew what I’d been doing and what I was going to write about. The first part of my ‘new California life’ (as I thought of it) I simply called “Candy” and looked into putting it on the ASSTR website Cassie showed me. My dad had a book on web publishing and html code and after I read through the book it all seemed fairly easy to me. I asked for an ASSTR account, and voila—I was an author! I was writing up a storm and soon parts 2 & 3 were posted too. After the first stories were on the site, I started getting all kinds of e-mails, some were gross but most were simply from people who couldn’t believe my age and that it was all true. I had lots of fun answering most of them. I ended up IM’ing with a whole bunch of new ‘friends’ both male and female. Even when ASSTR made me strip all the neat photos from my stories it remained a fun time.

I used fake names for most of the porn people when I wrote, though Jimmy and Cassie were real. Jimmy didn’t like it but figured he was “still safe.” Cassie thought it was a riot, and wondered if she would be famous.

Another unforeseen consequence of my newfound audience was what Cassie called “The Sugardaddies.” These were guys who wanted to meet me for sex and “spoil me.” I chalked up most of them as perverts, though the danger, the forbidden excitement, the thrill of the unknown sort of got me going. I fantasized about some of them—at least the ones who seemed nice, at least on the surface—wondering what they would be like, and how it would be to make love to a stranger. I have heard grown-ups talk about “one night stands” and I figured meeting some of these guys would be like that.

My fantasies led to some really wild sex with Jimmy. The Sunday after Valentine’s Day, when I was supposed to be “over a friend’s house” (well, I certainly was, though not who my mother thought) I was at Jimmy’s and in bed with him. We hadn’t made love yet. He was teasing me about the school dance I attended with a classmate, asking about the boy who took me and if any of the other boys hit on me.

I teased him back, asking if he was jealous. “Why did you even ask?”

“You’re extra horny today, I can feel it. I bet you’re soaking wet already. I just like wondered if your date touched you, that’s all.”

I didn’t answer him directly; I figured I’d show him instead. I still had my panties on, but they were soon off and I jumped on top of Jimmy. He was kind of surprised because usually I like it doggy style, but today I needed it bad so I straddled him and slid onto his hard cock, making a funny squishing noise since I was super-wet just like he imagined I’d be. I fucked him hard. Up and down I went, my hair swinging every which way as I did. Jimmy didn’t have to move. He grinned up at me as I bounced faster. I came so quickly it surprised even me, my screams echoing off the walls of his apartment.  I was sure his neighbors heard me that time.

Jimmy groaned loudly, “Oh God, Candy—I’m…” He didn’t have to say it. I felt his pulsating cock empty into me.

I shuddered once more as another orgasmic contraction tightened my belly and I moaned. I kept my thoughts to myself as I enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking, Jimmy’s cum dripping from my pussy. I hadn’t been thinking of Jimmy as I did it but instead was imagining being with one of my faceless Yahoo Messenger admirers.  The incredible orgasm fueled by fantasy goaded me toward making it reality.

The final convincing was accomplished the next time I saw Cassie. When I told her of my daydreams, she began concocting schemes on how I could meet one of those guys and be “safe.” Together we developed ‘rules’ I would use on making sure the men weren’t fat slob perverts—or worse. I showed Cassie some of the IM conversation threads and she got hot herself thinking about it. She asked me if any of the chatters seemed promising to me and I told her about two of them—Richard and Gerry. They both promised me things like jewelry, so the rules were simple: they had to send me a full frontal nude photo of themselves, with face of course, and the promised necklaces/jewelry dangling from their cocks.  The jewelry thing, Cassie said, would insure they weren’t simply sending me a photo of some other guy from the web. They also had to scan or photograph their driver’s license and tell me their car plate number. We figured unless they were willing to expose themselves that way how could I trust them (I mean, they had to first trust me—that I wasn’t a cop or something)? Cassie didn’t think anyone would ever go so far as to give me the license photo.

Surprise!  Richard e-mailed me the nude photo and a picture of his license. He lived north of L.A. but not too far. I thought he looked good for his age and didn’t look fat, so I decided he would be first.  The fact that he reminded me a little of my father I kept to myself, so Cassie wasn’t as turned on by his looks as I was. I had to think about that a little.

We agreed he would meet me on the Redondo pier next to where everybody fished. He told me he had a BMW and would let me drive it. He said he had a reservation for a suite at a Hollywood hotel with a Jacuzzi tub and everything, just like I asked. Cassie’s role was to be my lookout, and safety net if I needed one. She got all excited about the whole adventure; you’d think she was the one who was going to have sex with a stranger.

When the big day arrived I went to the pier early and hung out. I wore jeans and a different shirt than what I told Richard I’d be wearing. Cassie hung out where we knew he would park and waited for him to show up. If it looked fishy she would follow him to the meeting place and kill the whole thing. I knew how she could talk her way into or out of anything so I wasn’t worried. As an added touch she made up a fake wallet-thing like you see on TV cop shows where they hang their badges on their belts or pockets. The fake badge wouldn’t fool me, but I’m sure it would help divert Richard if he was going to be trouble. The last resort was cell phones, though mine was a cheap thing my dad bought me. Cassie was on speed dial.

When I saw the man walking toward me I had my doubts. He looked fatter than his picture, but it was the guy named Richard. He looked at me tentatively before introducing himself. He looked around, I guess waiting for the trap, then smiled and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. When I asked him about shopping, going to Hollywood and the hotel, his smile faltered, which made me doubt him even more. He led me to a Buick, not a BMW, explaining that it was in the shop. This wasn’t going well. I made a hand gesture which was a signal for Cassie to get ready to ‘rescue’ me, before I slid into the passenger seat of his car. He didn’t even start the engine before he was pawing me.  I hadn’t worn a bra and his rough hand hurt as he squeezed a breast under my top, telling me how hot I was and what he was going to do to me. That was it. I opened the car door and got out; he tried to grab my arm but to no avail. He hollered at me, calling me names like “slut” and “cocktease” and was getting out himself until he saw Cassie standing there with her fake ‘badge’ hanging from her belt. Not another word was spoken as he started the car and sped away. 

I was shaken up but not too badly. I told Cassie she was a genius and gave her a rundown of what happened and we both agreed that Richard had probably doctored his photo, narrowing it somehow to disguise his girth.  So, he was a jerk—no excitement for today.

But, then there was Gerry.

 

 

 

EIGHT

 

This was going to be a whole new world for me.  Gerry was the other guy who sent me what I asked for. His photo didn’t appear edited to my now-cautious eye. According to his driver’s license, Gerry was 35 and lived in Oceanside, which I saw was north of San Diego when I looked on a map. He was just under 6 feet tall and looked athletically lean in the photo, as if he was a marathon runner or something. Kind of cute, I thought, though not hunky handsome, with the thinning, wispy, light brown hair of someone who’d be prematurely bald. His cock looked thick with a bulbous head as it stood out at half-erect attention; not like the porn stars but impressive enough to the point I was imagining how it would feel going into me. Oh yeah, overall I was very wet thinking about a ‘date’ with Gerry. Chatting, he told me he drove a Lexus GS (I knew ‘Lexus’ but ‘GS’ didn’t mean shit to me) and yes, he’d let me drive it, though not on the 405 he joked.

We set a day and time to meet on the pier, and Cassie and I got ready.  his time I wore a pair of new capris and a babydoll top. Cassie joked it was the “innocent-sexy” look. When Gerry approached me at the end of the Redondo pier, he was tentative but didn’t look as wary as Richard had been. I gave him points for that. He was actually cuter in person, with a nice smile. Instead of rushing me to his car, he stayed and talked with me at the pier railing, a few fishermen and sea birds not seeming to bother him. He told me about being divorced and about his job—a civilian engineer working for the military—and I told him about my father’s job designing satellites. He said he’d been to L.A. and El Segundo many times for work but had never been to Redondo Beach. He knew about me and school from chatting, so he mostly wanted to know what I did for fun (“besides hot writing,” he said).

“Ever been to Huntington Beach? I don’t know about these beaches up here, but Huntington’s my favorite.”

I said, “No, but maybe you can take me sometime.”

The invitation must have shocked him back to realizing where he was and who he was with, for he suddenly looked awkward, like a boy my age at a school dance rather than a 35-year-old man. We talked a few minutes more until he said, “Ready for some sightseeing and shopping?”

I wondered if Cassie was freaking out by now since we hadn’t gone to his car right away. When we got there, I whistled and said, “Wow, what a neat car,” while I made the ‘everything’s okay so far’ signal to my hidden friend and guardian-for-the-day Cassie. Gerry’s car was a beautiful, shiny (hard to keep it like that in this smoggy air, I thought) ruby-red Lexus that to my uninformed eyes looked fast — and expensive.  Would he really let me drive it?

He laughed and said, like he read my mind, “It’s not as expensive a car as you might think, but it IS fast. I’ve got a couple of speeding tickets to prove it.”

We got in and he started it up. It even sounded fast. Before we moved, he looked over at me and said something like this, though I can’t remember the whole speech verbatim: he said he felt like the luckiest man in the world to be with me, though he couldn’t understand how a “beautiful young girl” (his words—I must have blushed) wanted to meet older men like him. He wondered if it was all about money and gifts with me, or some kind of scam.  He wanted to know “Why?”

I felt like I blushed again as I answered him. “You know ‘cause you’ve read my stories, like how much I like sex, and… and I kinda like men instead of boys ‘cause they know how to make me feel good, and like I feel grown up… like a woman when I’m with them.”  I paused to catch my breath. The half-smile on his face was very sweet; I mean, he wasn’t leering at me like a pervert would have done after I said that. “And, I guess it’s like an adventure, like it’s exciting, and, shit, I don’t know…”

He put the car in gear and said, “Well, an adventure it’ll be!”

We drove north through the usual heavy traffic, so we weren’t going as fast as I think Gerry wanted to drive. We went to Hollywood and we walked around and looked at the sidewalk stars like tourists, since I’d never been there before. I gawked at the big Hollywood sign, of course, as if I’d never seen it hundreds of time on TV. We walked around for a while, as I reminded myself that sweetly he hadn’t tried to touch me yet. I hoped I wasn’t getting a false sense of the guy. We picked up some tacos at a hole-in-the-wall shop before getting back into his car. That’s when he gave me my presents: the gold and emerald necklace I’d already seen wrapped around his cock in the photo, but it was more beautiful around my neck. He gave me a Sidekick and showed me how to use it.  Wow, phone and camera with full keyboard for texting—awesome! He told me about how he paid for a year’s contract for the service, “So you have a full year to figure out how to explain it to your folks before you get a bill.” He laughed.

We drove east and then south. When there was less traffic he pulled over and let me drive a few blocks. I was so nervous but he said I did okay, though I think he was way more nervous than I was. Before we swapped seats again, he asked me if he could kiss me. I nodded my head and leaned toward him. The kiss was so tender and sweet, and it lasted a long time. I didn’t mind at all. His tongue lazily played around my mouth as I felt myself get hot. He had a hand on the side of my face, and I knew he wanted to touch me lower but he didn’t. The only thing he caressed was my hair and cheek. That’s when I knew I was going to love having sex with Gerry.

In a little while we drove past the La Brea tar pits and he asked if I wanted to stop, but I wasn’t that interested. He then went to what he said was the edge of Beverly Hills, where we stopped at a lingerie shop that looked a lot like a Victoria’s Secret but wasn’t. He whispered that I was to call him “Daddy” so we could tease the saleslady, who was already looking distressed when she saw us walk in like a couple. I looked at all the sexy stuff and couldn’t decide. Gerry asked me if pink really was my favorite color, and when I said yes, steered me toward a collection of pink silky nightgowns. He picked out one he called a “teddy” and I agreed it was very pretty. 

I called him Daddy, and the sales clerk looked like she was going to die. When he suggested a thong, I said, maybe a bit too loudly, “Why do I need one, Daddy, since it will only come right off?” The clerk looked like she was ready to bolt to a phone and call the cops, while Gerry looked flushed and had an erection stretching the front of his pants. Oh boy, this was fun!

Back in his car, he called me “beautiful” again, and asked me if I was “ready.” I knew what he meant, and I sure was.

We drove into downtown L.A. and went to a big hotel, where a valet took his car and we went inside. Gerry carried a small bag while I carried my purse and the store bag with the new nightgown inside. He checked in and we went up the elevator to the room. When he opened the door and I walked inside, I couldn’t help but mutter another “Wow” as I surveyed the room. It was like a suite, with a big king bed and a large Jacuzzi tub right there in the room. There was also a big-screen TV and a plush sofa, and an ice bucket on a table with a big bottle of champagne chilling in it, along with two stemmed glasses my mom always called ‘flutes’.

“I ordered it when I made the reservation,” he said, pointing to the champagne. “Want some?” I said yes, and he proceeded to uncork the bottle and pour us each a glass. He grinned and toasted “To my beautiful new friend.” I thought it was both corny and cute.

Sipping our champagne sitting together on the sofa, he chuckled and said, “Okay, what do you wanna do?” 

He was being silly, and I liked that. Except for the kiss, he still hadn’t touched me. I thought that maybe he was just nervous and didn’t want to go too fast and scare me, though I figured if it was some other girl instead of me, going slow would only give her more time to get scared. I wasn’t that other girl; I liked going slow. I put my glass down on the end table and leaned into him. This kiss was even more passionate than the one in the car. His hand was on my thigh but that was as far as he went with it.

Our lips finally parted and he said, “Why don’t I fill up the tub. I brought some candles in my bag. We can relax. Why don’t you model the teddy for me before we soak, okay?”

It sounded like the right thing to do, so I finished the last of my champagne and went into the bathroom to undress. When all I had on was the pink nightie, I looked in the mirror and my breath caught in my chest. The silky nightgown didn’t quite reach my crotch, and looking at my pussy peeking out underneath I could easily see that I was already glisteningly wet.  I looked myself up and down and felt like I wasn’t a girl anymore.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Gerry had the tub water running and he had a bunch of candles burning around the room. The rest of the lights were all off. He had stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks but still had his pants on. The look on his face was marvelous as he stared at me.

He muttered “Oh God.” He just stared.

“I’m real, Gerry, not a dream,” was what I said, but where the words came from I’ll never know.

He’d poured me another glass of champagne while I was in the bathroom, and now he handed it to me. I took a sip as he kept staring. I figured the first time we did it he’d probably cum in seconds. “I guess this was a good choice,” I said, motioning to what I was wearing. If I asked “Do you like it?” his head would have fallen off from nodding so hard. I did a slow pirouette to model it for him.

“Damned if you aren’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Regardless of sincerity doesn’t every girl love to be called beautiful? He was staring at my ass. His pants were bulging.

“Why don’t you take your pants off and come over here for another kiss,” I said, draining my bubbly with one big gulp.

He nearly tripped taking off his pants while standing up. His cock was swollen and visibly leaking precum.  I went to him and tilted my head back for his kiss. He leaned down and took me into his arms. The kiss was full of our heat and his longing. When we stopped to catch our breath, I suggested we get into the tub. I raised my arms and I thought he’d die slipping the nightgown off over my head. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the tub before lowering me and turning on the tub’s jets. We sat next to each other and enjoyed the hot, churning water. He was still amazingly hesitant, even with an erection that was so stiff it must have hurt. It was up to me.

I said to him in a voice barely above a whisper, “You know you don’t have to like be careful with me anymore. We’re here and you can have me, Gerry. I know you’ll be gentle with me.”

“God, I still can’t believe this is happening, it’s like a dream and I’ll wake up and this will be all gone,” he said before cupping a breast. He caressed first one then the other, tweaking my nipples and surprising me on how tender they were. A moan told him of my approval. I reached under the water and held his cock. It was his turn to moan.

We kissed before he whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out and go on the bed.”

We got out of the tub and helped dry each other, him hard and throbbing, me squishy-wet and damned ready. As if to prolong the inevitable he poured us some more champagne. As I sipped and moved to sit on the sofa, he went into his bag and took out a condom and a small bottle of lube.

“Can I taste you?”  He asked.

“Of course,” I answered.

As I suspected, he was tender yet good. He muttered a comment about how wet I was already when he began with his tongue. Within a minute I was much wetter. “Gerry, oh-oh-oh Gerry, it’s good, you’re good, oh, oh, oh, Oh!” This one wouldn’t wait. “I’m cummmmmmming!” It was so great I think I squirted, so I bet he knew I wasn’t faking it just for him.”

“Holy God, you came so fast!” He sounded amazed and proud in equal measure. “I’ve got to fuck you.” He unrolled the condom onto his leaking cock and got between my legs. Half sitting and half laying on the sofa I spread wider and lifted my knees for him. I kept looking at his unnaturally big cock-head, now stretching the end of the condom, and my post-orgasmic breath caught and my chest tightened. I knew I was extra hot because my nipples ached so badly. The lube was forgotten as he placed his cock at my pussy lips and parted them with a push.

He whispered “…tight…” and got into a fast rhythm right away. I hadn’t really come down from the orally induced orgasm so I was cumming again almost immediately. I screamed, he pounded. I knew at some level of consciousness that he was going to cum. I wanted to feel it AND see it.

“Gerry, Gerry, please pull out and cum on me.”

His eyes closed and groaning, I didn’t think he heard me, but he pulled out, stripped off the condom and in one motion stroked his cock and fired. The first spurt was so amazing it was like water out of a garden hose, hitting my face and hair. The second was thicker somehow and landed all over my chest. Two or three more hit my belly and pubic mound before his orgasm was reduced to a drizzling trickle. I loved it, and rubbed his cum all over my boobs and belly until I was sticky and smelling of that special musky scent of hot semen.

“Oh Candy, that was fantastic! You’re fantastic!” He wondered why I wanted him to pull out, with him wearing a condom and all, so I explained that I’m learning how much I loved to have guys cum on me. He thought that was neat.

“Next time, I’ll take it in me.”

He was so lost in the bliss of cumming he wasn’t thinking about any next time, but when I said that, I saw the look in his eyes change and his cock stir. We kissed. He told me again how beautiful I was and how lucky he felt. We drank more champagne. We went back into the tub. I rinsed off the sheen of cum before stroking him so he was super-hard again. I told him I thought he had a neat cock, with its (to me) big head. Even after having sex with me, he blushed when I told him that. We were both ready for round two, so I stood up in the tub, picked up the lube from the tub’s rim and worked a dollop into my pussy, his face agog as he watched me.

“Gotta be more slippery if we’re gonna do it in here,” I said. When I turned to sit on him, he asked about a condom. “No, I’m sure you’re clean, and I’m on the pill, you know.” He gasped as I sat down and wiggled so his cock went into me.

When I was all the way down, I kind of sat back and rocked my butt and leaned back against him. He wrapped his arms around me and caressed my breasts while he nibbled at one ear. I mean, I’d been with some really big men but his cock felt so good in me and I felt really filled by him. Oh boy, this was going to be another great one! As if reading my mind, he began to thrust upward at the same time I began bouncing up and down on him. Before I knew it I was fucking him so hard water was splashing everywhere. He was squeezing my aching breasts. When he pinched one of my puffy, swollen nipples, the floodgates were opened and I squealed in orgasm. I kept squealing and bouncing as wave after wave of my climax swept over me just as the tub water was doing.

He hollered, “God, oh God, I’m cumming!” He pulled me down hard on his lap and held me tight. He didn’t have to announce his climax since I felt every spasm of his ejaculating cock inside me.

We stayed that way for a short while, letting the water calm to its normal jetted boil. I turned my head and kissed him, long and sensual and warm and hard. This was perfect. I was a woman, not a girl. I remembered the story I read on ASSTR—“Annie Loses It”—and I identified with the girl in the story. That’s how I felt. I knew I’d traversed into a whole new world for me, light years beyond my relationship with Jimmy, and even beyond being in the porn videos. What this adventure with Gerry would mean going forward was anybody’s guess, but I knew it changed me, like Annie in Stevesaint’s story.

Eventually we got out and dried off. We finished what champagne was left. I teased him by putting the pink teddy back on and dancing around the room. In turn, he teased me by whipping his cock around until it began to swell once more. He made a comment about two times and still not on the bed, so I jumped onto the bed and bounced up and down on it. We both laughed when he jumped onto the bed too, tackling me and wrestling me down.

Before we could think about it, we were fucking again. I was kind of pleased with myself that I could get him hard so many times. I urged him to take me doggie-style, my favorite. His hands gently held my hips while he established a sweet rhythm that was teasingly too slow for me.

“Ah-ah-ah, harder, please, harder…” I groaned.

“Candy’s wish is my command,” he said, as he started fucking me so hard he was lifting my knees from the bed on every thrust.

“Yes, yes, Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I buried my face in a pillow to stifle this scream since I figured somebody in another room would certainly think someone was being murdered in here. I wasn’t aware he came until he collapsed onto the bedspread and pulled me down next to him, making a comment about my creampie. Of course I didn’t understand until he pointed out his cum leaking from my pussy.

Lying like two spoons in a drawer, we came so close to falling asleep. I thought of how much I’d be in trouble if we had fallen asleep and didn’t wake up for hours and I’d been real late getting home. Instead, Gerry got on the phone and ordered a bunch of room service munchies and cokes. We pigged out and talked between mouthfuls. I shushed him when he kept thanking me. He didn’t have to thank me, I said, he was so sweet and I enjoyed every minute. Since it was getting late, after we ate we got dressed. Gerry told me he was going to stay the night at the hotel since he had the room booked anyway. He said he had toiletries and a change of clothes in his car. He joked that he was going to sleep with the pink nightie and smell it and dream of me all night.

While driving me home, he asked me if we could do this again. I explained that I couldn’t promise anything, wanting him to understand that no matter how much I enjoyed the day, I was still 14 and he had to take things slow, like I did. I told him that I’d had a special day and enjoyed every minute, and mentioned that he still had to take me to Huntington Beach some day. He liked that even if we didn’t set an exact date. I would see him again I knew, but what kind of relationship we’d have was still up in the air.

I directed him to drive me to Jimmy’s place in Torrance instead of my house in Redondo. I still felt uncomfortable letting Gerry know exactly where I lived. Jimmy would drive me home. I slipped on the necklace Gerry bought me, which made him smile a wistful smile. Parked by Jimmy’s, we kissed before I got out of the car. I waved as he drove away.

When I turned to walk toward Jimmy’s apartment, I swear I saw a Corolla just like Cassie’s pull from the curb and drive away. What the hell?  Could she? —Could they? Okay, so maybe it wasn’t her, I thought. I’d have to call her tomorrow anyway and tell her how everything went with Gerry

As I got closer I wondered if I could bring up the subject of Cassie with Jimmy at all. I mean, what could I say about trust and faithfulness when I just had sex all afternoon with a stranger?

A whole new world for me, indeed.

 

 

 

NINE

 

I awoke on a Sunday from my dream, thinking how much I hated ones where I’d been falling and falling, with no one to catch me. Why was I having more of those lately? I still hadn’t had the courage yet to ask Jimmy about the day I returned from my date with Gerry to see Cassie’s car pulling away from in front of Jimmy’s apartment. Yes, the more I thought about it the surer I was it had been her car I saw.

The day before, I’d hung out with Jimmy most of the afternoon and evening.  Since I’d been getting mostly A’s in school all year, my parents had been more liberal, letting me spend good time away from the house with friends and hanging out. Of course, little did they know who I was hanging out with. Since Jimmy loved to play pool almost as much as he loved to surf, we went to his favorite pool hall/bar. Most of the servers knew I was underage but were all friends with Jimmy so they let me hang out there while he played, sometimes even letting me have a beer or two. It was a cool place. Jimmy was always trying to teach me how to play but so far I’d been pretty lousy at it. Yes, he tried, bless him, but the result wasn’t any more successful than teaching me to surf last summer. I loved soccer and softball, but proficiency in other sports eluded me.

Every once in a while some guy would make a play for me, so it was cool to see Jimmy get all protective and territorial, chasing the guys away. I’d always chuckle inside, thinking that’s my man!  Jimmy’s friend Brian, Cassie’s on-again, off-again boyfriend was still trying to get into my panties in a bad way. I kind of enjoyed the attention of these other guys, since I never considered myself very pretty, with my too-big nose (to me) and too small boobs (also, to me). At times like that, I was apt to start thinking of Alan and Rod, and Gerry, and Ed Ibanez, and bask in the warmth of knowing how they felt about my looks and me.

On Sunday afternoon of the next weekend, Jimmy and I went to the beach.  It was a beautiful sunny day, unlike the smoggy and overcast days we were having so far this spring. We found the “crew” as Jimmy called them—his circle of friends. Many were the same that had gone to Pete’s house and participated in what I now thought of as the ‘hot tub orgy’. Cassie was there with Brian. She had on a new bikini, which wasn’t much more than a few strings, and she was fairly spilling out of it.

She called over to me, “Hey kid, haven’t seen you in a few.” She walked over and in a whisper said, “You gonna meet any more guys from the ‘net?”

Jimmy heard her, and I knew it would piss him off, but his face didn’t betray anything. Maybe it was how he was looking at Cassie, or perhaps that was just what my overactive imagination saw.

Brian walked over and gave Jimmy one of those buddy-fist-bumps I thought were silly. Before I could stop him he grabbed my ass. “Ooooh, firm as always,” he chimed. Jimmy gave him a dirty look and Brian backed away with his hands in the air like he was surrendering.

Cassie gave Jimmy’s ass a pinch and said, “This one’s pretty tight too,” and stuck her tongue out at Brian. He didn’t seem to mind, but I sure did. Cassie chuckled a little when I got closer to Jimmy and put my arm around his waist.

She said to me, “Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” as she too put her hands up as Brian had.

We hung out on the beach for a while, talking with our friends. As it got late, Jimmy and I took off. He had to get me home since the next day was a school day and I had to finish some homework. On the way, I decided it was time to ask the inevitable question. “Sweetheart (yes, I called him that), you had sex with Cassie, didn’t you?”

“That’s stupid.  Where did you get that idea,” He replied, but then he looked at me and he knew that I knew. “How did you…?”

I told him about seeing her car and figuring out the rest. He pulled the Xterra over to the side of PCH [that’s the Pacific Coast Highway for you non-Californians, though around here it’s just a city street and not some big highway like the name implied] and after a huge sigh told me about his seduction, his temptation, his weakness. As he told me though, I heard another motive—retribution—one that bothered me much more than the others. I won’t bore you with all the details of what he said, since they’re probably pretty common I’m finding out as I experienced more of life. Basically, how could he avoid temptation when I was fucking other men? Cassie had come on to him and he succumbed; end of story as far as Jimmy was concerned. From what he told me Cassie had gone to his apartment to tell him I seemed to be ok with Gerry. She told him she was surprised he didn’t already know of my adventurous tryst. The rest was predictable. Even with the best of intentions Cassie couldn’t pass up a good fuck. I practically invited her, since I was always saying how good a lover Jimmy was. Well, I suppose I couldn’t be mad at Cassie, and under the circumstances I couldn’t be mad at Jimmy either. I had no claim on him. I was still in middle school, for God’s sake!

He got back on the road and we went to his apartment instead. No sooner were we in the door we started getting out of our clothes. He took me right on the living room floor. Though I’m always a fast cummer, this one took some time, probably with all the emotions swirling through my mind.  It didn’t matter, since Jimmy sensed it and kept a nice rhythm going until I arched my back and screamed. He kept thrusting until he wrung every last spasm from me, then pulled out and unloaded over my belly and breasts. I always love to have hot, gooey cum to play with.

Jimmy went to get a towel. “Don’t want cum stains on my carpet.” I cleaned up while Jimmy lay next to me on the floor and sulked. “I fuckin’ don’t know what to do,” he said suddenly. “Any time I’m with you I’m one step away from a prison cell, and I can’t help myself. Shit, if you felt the same way I do maybe you’d be only with me and then when you’re older…”

I interrupted him, “Oh Jimmy, sweetheart, I do care for you. I’m just, I don’t know, like learning…”

His turn to interrupt, “Yeah, I know, you’re ‘so young and innocent and learning’ all about sex and you’re ‘too young to know what love is’ blah-dee-blah-blah. That sure doesn’t stop you from making porn and acting like a whore with all those pedos you chat with.”

“Oh yeah, they’re ‘pedos’ huh, if they are then what does that make you?” I saw the hurt on his face and knew immediately it was the worst thing to say. He turned away, and I started to cry.

We got dressed and he took me home, all in silence.

I got home later than I wanted to so I had to stay up late to do my homework. That night in bed I fell asleep crying. I looked like shit the next morning in the mirror while getting ready for school. I guessed I didn’t sleep that well. The whole school day was equally shitty. I thought I loved Jimmy but maybe it wasn’t going to work anyway. I turned out to be a wreck all week long.

Come the next weekend, and not hearing from Jimmy, I gave Cassie a call and asked if she wanted to hang out. She was the only one who could actually pick me up at my house in a car and not get me grounded. My parents were gaga over her, which I thought was very funny. Here was this blond nymphomaniac, who wouldn’t think twice about taking on five guys at once, who was over three years older than me, and who went to high school and drove, and my mother thought she was a “perfect” friend for me. Holy shit!  My dad was more typical, practically salivating when he talked to her. Let me tell you something: my mom may be older now, but I bet she’s still hot in the sex department. I’m not naïve to think my folks don’t still fuck, and I always imagined my petite mom was the ‘on-top’ type, at least I pictured her that way ever since I had sex myself and learned about different positions. My father’s not a big man but he was still fit, so I could easily imagine him fucking my mom with fast thrusts of his hips.  (OK, I admit it—the thought did turn me on—Daddy’s Girl for sure!). Oh yeah, back to Cassie. Whenever she would stop by my house and talked to my dad, the same night I’d hear my parents pounding away down the hall, their headboard slamming wall and my mom screaming even though I knew she was trying not to make that much noise (my innocent ears, ha-ha.) Cassie had that effect.

When Cassie came to pick me up, she charmed my mom and dad as usual, and I thought, how can I be mad at her for doing Jimmy? She doesn’t do anything to be mean or cruel. She is who she is. No sooner were we in her car, she told me how horny she was.

Her sexual aura affected me. “Do you want me, or are you talking guys?” I asked.

She looked over at me and ran her tongue around her lips. I wasn’t sure if it was done on purpose or not. “You had to say that, Candy-girl, didn’t you?” She took a deep breath, and then said, “I didn’t think of you, you have to believe me, but damn, your tongue would do the trick. Holy fuck, I think I just squirted into my panties!”

The thought of having her lying next to me, her aura enveloping me, her touching me and me touching her in return, and I practically squirted into my panties too. I croaked, “Ok, is your mom home?”

“She’ll be going out later. Let’s go hang out at the mall or someplace, and if this… ah… heat… still has us, we’ll go take care of it, ok?”

It still had us.

After we walked around the Del Amo for a while—all nervous pent-up sexual energy (it’s a wonder boys didn’t follow us around the mall because of our scent)—we went to Cassie’s apartment. Her mom was gone, so we went to Cassie’s room, stripped and went at it like two animals. We were brutal. I bit her clit and she yelped and thrashed and clamped her thighs around my head. She sucked on one of my nipples so hard I knew it would be purple the next day. We didn’t simply lick each other—we devoured. We kept cumming one orgasm after another and completely lost track of time. Thank God her mom didn’t come home. We showered together, each of us with one more fingered orgasm. What an afternoon!

Mellow from the sex, we went out to her car but instead of going anywhere we sat and talked. She freely admitted fucking Jimmy. She told me she was sorry; she figured I was off doing other guys so Jimmy was fair game. Nothing personal. I told her I wasn’t angry with her, though Jimmy was special to me and it did bother me a bit; a nagging bother I couldn’t quite define.

“You’re so much like me, and you don’t realize it,” she said, and then giggled. “That’s why I like you so much even if you are a whole lot smarter than me, you silly chick.”

“What’s that mean… like you?”

“You know, sex drives you. I’m like a 24/7 slut. Every person I meet I wonder if they’re a good fuck. I bet you’re the same. You don’t hesitate to make it with anyone if they attract you. You’re fourteen for Christ’s sake, and already you’re a fucking machine. You take on these older men like a fourth-grader takes to recess. My clit hurts like hell but all I want to do right now is go back to my room and have you suck on it some more.” She took a deep breath, adding, “See what I mean? You’re like me!”

She was right. I understood but didn’t want to face reality. Was I really becoming a slave to my clit, a slave to my vagina? Falling down a rabbit hole of sexual need that would bury me? I shuddered at the thought, though I was thinking about her glorious pussy and fabulous tits at the same time. Guilty as charged.

No, we didn’t go back to her bedroom. Instead we went to the pier and hung out, talking about some of my Internet ‘admirers’ and wondering what they’d be like. We watched the fishermen and talked about her desire to explore making porn movies, speculating if I would get a call from Ed Ibanez or one of his cohorts on the possibility. I talked some more about the actors and their big cocks and how great it had felt, and she got hot and horny again, like she couldn’t help herself. She was turning out to be a most improbable friend.

I did better in school that week than I did the week before. I got some ‘confirming’ photos from a guy named Larry I’d been chatting with, so I began planning another liaison.  He was from Simi Valley, which I thought was kind of far away until I googled it. He said he would reserve a room at a hotel closer to LA, and “show me a good time.” The jewelry he had dangling from his cock in one of the photos was exquisitely beautiful. He wasn’t bad looking either for a guy in his 40’s. He sent me a picture of his car—it had a turbo. I wondered what it would be like to drive one of those. I started making a list of places he could take me for that “good time.”

The school year was winding down. I thought of the beach, summer babysitting jobs, Jimmy, and Mr. Ibanez. What would this summer be like as I readied to enter high school? At least my parents stopped talking about sending me to a private school. I was going to RUHS and that would be neat, though not as neat as if I lived in Torrance and went to the same school as Cassie. I wondered if not hearing from Jimmy meant we were through. It hurt, but I maybe knew deep down that any plans for us as a couple were only dreams; I mean, I still had high school and college ahead and I wasn’t going to throw that away.

Larry was probably watching too many of those “trap a predator” TV shows as he kept stalling and stalling for a ‘date’ with me. Not much I could do about that.

One school day I called Cassie on my (secret) Sidekick phone (the one from Gerry I can’t let my parents know I have) to see if she would be home after school.  I told her that maybe I would be over, with my mom driving me there. She said she thought she’d be home and that if I wanted to come over and hang out it would be ok. She figured we could plan for Larry whenever he came around, or maybe do some web surfing looking for cool sex stories to get hot over. I finished our phone conversation by saying it wasn’t a sure thing I’d be over. “Whatever, I’ll be home,” was her reply.

My mom had no problem driving me to Cassie’s, a weirdness I still can’t get over. I assured my mom I wouldn’t be out too late and that Cassie would drive me home. A kiss on the cheek and I was out of the car and up the stairs to Cassie’s door.

I knocked and rang the bell but nobody answered. She said she’d be home, so what was going on? After several more minutes of knocking and ringing, I tried her on my phone. Her phone was off as I went right to voice mail. I kind of chewed her out on my message for leaving me hanging like that. Dejectedly, I stood on the street corner and pondered whether to call my mother for a ride home. I thought Jimmy’s place isn’t that far away from here. Maybe I could walk over and see him. Try to patch things up. Maybe have him take me to the pool hall for game or two. If Jimmy wasn’t home, then I would call my mom.

When I finally got there, I knocked on his door. No answer, but I did hear sounds from inside like the TV was on. Maybe he couldn’t hear the door, I thought. He’d given me a key so I figured I’d let myself in. Maybe I could catch him in the shower and I could join him—that would be a great way to make up!  I unlocked his door and entered the apartment.

The sounds I heard weren’t coming from the TV; they were coming from the bedroom.

I tiptoed closer, my brain still not registering the sounds. Maybe I simply refused to acknowledge what they were. When I got to the open doorway, I saw Jimmy between Cassie’s legs and his ass swinging like a pendulum in a short arc. They weren’t alone, as Brian was lying next to Cassie and tweaking her nipples and playing with her bouncing breasts. In and out, in and out, Jimmy like the piston I knew he was, Cassie moaning, cheering him on. 

“Yes… yes… yes… harder… yes… yes… YES… arghhhhhh,” she cried, urging… urging.

And I stood in the doorway and watched. And put my hand in my pants and started my own tweaking. The whole scene was wrong, but there I was fingering myself instead of breaking it up. Maybe I was worse than Cassie in the sexual hunger category.

Cassie was growing louder when suddenly Brian spotted me. He muttered something like “Oh shit.” The other two went on fucking, not hearing him, or paying attention as he jumped off the bed and hustled out to me, his semi-erect cock bouncing. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the bedroom door. Crap, I thought, I didn’t get to cum like Cassie would.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asked. I could see he was already into his macho posturing even before he said, “No matter, Candy sweet, now that you’re here maybe we could go join the love birds in there and get it on. What do you say?” He put one arm around me while the other went to my groin, his cockhead pressing into my side.

I pushed him away. “This is all so stupid.” I fought back tears. “Why do you ALWAYS have to be such an asshole anyway, huh Brian?”

He scoffed at me for crying. “C’mon, I heard all about what you’ve done, these men you met on-line and the porno. What’s so different about us having a little fun in there?” He laughed and grabbed for my ass but I pulled away from him. “A foursome would be nice, wouldn’t it? It’s not like you haven’t made it with both of them already,” he said, pointing at the bedroom door. “Maybe it’s my turn to get a little of that tight little booty.”

I said, “See, you’re such an ass.”  I paused as we heard Cassie’s orgasmic cries and Jimmy’s moaning as he came. “If you had half a brain you’d realize that with them going at it in there I might have been willing to let you, but you’re always playing the macho jerk-off, and I can’t stand it.” He stared at me, and surprised the shit out of me by actually looking like he was sorry.

We overheard Cassie say, “I bet I can get that thing hard again, what do you say?” This was followed by slurping-like sounds—I bet I knew where Jimmy’s cock was right then.

Brian glanced at the bedroom doorway, and then turned back to me, saying, “Yeah, I know how I am sometimes. I bet it’s not easy listening to… them, is it?”

“I guess there’s not much I can do about it.” I chuckled, and added, “and I guess you didn’t see what I was doing by the door, did you?” His expression told me he hadn’t seen my hand in my panties though he was figuring out what I meant.

I said, “I mean, Cassie’s like horny 24/7. How can you stay her boyfriend when she’s always doing it with other people?”

“Hey, who knows? Maybe I want to just be around her, like pick up the crumbs or something…”

“Crumbs?”

“Yeah, like I get to have a piece of her every once in a while, and I don’t mean sex, just to have her pay attention to me, you know.”

“Is that all you want?”

He looked sad when he answered, “What I thought I wanted was to have a girl look at me like you look at Jimmy,” he sighed. “Maybe that’s fantasy too.”

Maybe he was right. Fantasy—all of it. Storybook bullshit. I actually told Jimmy I loved him. Bullshit coming from the mouth of a dumb kid, a kid falling, and falling fast. The bedroom got louder. They were fucking again, and I pitifully wondered in what position.

What the hell, “I’m sorry for taking you away from… that. Willy looks like he lost his best friend,” I said with a giggle, gesturing to his now-wilted cock.

Brian shook his head and said, “Now on top of everything else you’re gonna start teasing me?”

“Who’s teasing?” I got closer to him and brushed my hand lightly against his cock.  I never saw a man get hard and spring up so quickly!

He moaned and muttered, “Oh Candy…”

“See how things go when you don’t act like an asshole?” I smiled as I ran two fingers up the shaft of his rigid erection. He kissed me. No, he wasn’t the greatest kisser in the world, but when you want to be fucked, well…  I throatily whispered, “Do you want me to take my clothes off or do you want to do the honors?”

He wanted.

Brian was so horny he was practically panting as he began removing my clothes. He was surprisingly tender for a change, slipping my top over my head and then helping me out of my denim skirt. When he unclipped my bra, he let it fall and began to kiss and nibble on my nipples. He whispered that he liked “puffies,” though I barely heard him over the cries emanating from Jimmy’s room. Cassie must have been riding him cowgirl, for she was yipping and groaning on each creak of the bedsprings. Brian slipped my panties down my legs as if he was Indiana Jones uncovering a treasured object. Another moan escaped his lips. He stood up and kissed me again.

When we stopped kissing, he said, “Oh Candy, you’re so hot.  I can’t believe you’re letting me… you’re going to…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the magic words.

As he guided my naked body to the sofa, I wondered for the umpteenth time about this young-girl attraction that had all these guys breathless over me. No matter what I think, I still see a skinny, awkward 14-year old with hardly any chest looking back at me in the mirror. Hot? Hardly.  Maybe someday I’ll understand it, but for now I’ll hang on for the wild ride. Sex is sex, right? With me on my back with legs spread, Brian spent many minutes worshipping my pussy. He licked and touched and kissed and even stared when for a brief moment I felt nothing. He told me how pretty my pussy was. I figure that meant he was ready to penetrate my ‘prettiness’.  He was. He fucked me like a madman.  I knew he’d cum much too quickly but that was ok. My mind wandered to what I imagined Cassie and Jimmy were doing in the other room. I pictured how each of them looked and sounded when they climaxed. When Brian flung his head back and filled me, I was cumming too.

I must have squealed as I usually do, for Brian stopped and stared in amazement. My hips were still bucking, squeezing as much out of the orgasm as I could. I had tunnel vision, only seeing Brian’s astonished and physically spent face. When my vision cleared and expanded I saw two more astonished faces looking at me.

“Oh my God, Candy. How did you…? What…?” Cassie sputtered.

“Candy, sweetheart, I can explain…” Jimmy mumbled, like he was my husband caught cheating or something.

For some crazy reason none of us could ever explain we all started laughing, four naked, sweaty, post-coital friends. The Brian persona that was new to me explained, as far as he was concerned, we all got something we were looking for, and laughing about it was a whole lot better than the alternative, which was jealousy and bitterness. Where was ‘this’ Brian before?

Cassie sat next to me on the sofa and hugged me, saying she hoped I wasn’t mad at her, especially after we already talked about Jimmy. Jimmy asked me if I was mad at him.

I said, “No, but only if you still teach me how to play pool.” That earned a grin from Jimmy and a guffaw from the other two.

Cassie turned to Jimmy and said, “You know, Jimbo, she’s doing a creampie all over your couch,” before returning her gaze to my crotch.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and said, “I guess I can’t take her anywhere.” We all laughed again as Brian (whose ‘cream’ I was leaking, after all) got a few sheets of paper towel to clean up the ‘spill’. Brian looked into my eyes and smiled before slowly wiping the paper towel between my thighs and over my pussy.  He silently mouthed, thank you and you are beautiful so only I could see.

“I bet neither of you two bozos really know how hot this girl can be. She’s like a firecracker with a short fuse,” Cassie proclaimed while beginning to play with my breasts.  “You wanna see something awesome?” She leaned over and kissed me, one hand still tweaking a nipple.

I wish I could describe in detail what happened next (that’s why you’re reading this, correct?) but I can’t. From the moment Cassie started finger-fucking me I was lost. I was getting close to orgasm when I realized that I was entwined with not one, but three other naked bodies. I came, and I squealed, and I kept cumming. One of the guys came in my vagina while another gave me a facial  No sooner did I feel the hot semen on my face then a wet pussy squashed into my mouth. Cassie rode my lips and tongue to an orgasm all her own. We sort of collapsed to the carpet in a sweating and dripping heap. What little conversation took place was about the four of us going forward. When I told them I was done with this kind of scene, Cassie said I couldn’t do it, while the guys laughed and said “Yeah, right!”

I said that we could all be friends—in fact I wanted to stay friends with them—but the sexual roller coaster I was on had to stop. “I wanna be a regular kid. I wanna be a regular high school girl, and not a slut.” I exclaimed.

Jimmy said, “C’mon, you’re not a slut just because you… er… like sex.”

I told them I felt like a slut. No amount of debate was going to change that. “I’m going back to being that ‘regular’ kid.”

Eventually Cassie drove me home. She kept kidding me about giving up sex. She said I couldn’t do it. “You’re too much like me,” she said once more.

We would see.

The last few weeks of the school year breezed by. I did well on final exams so I knew my grades would all be great; possibly straight A’s, now wouldn’t that be neat. I spoke with Jimmy on the cell phone, and he said that soon he’d be calling me for a date. “Still gotta get you up on a surfboard,” he said.

I began making plans for the summer.  My mom helped me get a couple of steady babysitting jobs that would keep me busy, at least when I wasn’t hanging out at the beach in my pink bikini. My parents thought the babysitting would be a good life lesson about working and making money. How were they to know I had nearly six figures in a bank account from ‘working’? More than anything, I wanted summer to be my back-to-being-a-kid days. 

Then, two phone calls.

First one from Gerry: How would I like to go to Huntington Beach with him in a couple of weeks? Maybe go to San Diego and visit the zoo? He had a hotel room booked.

Second call came to my home: My mom answered and said the call was for me, a teacher? I took the phone from her with much curiosity. A man’s voice was on the line. “Hi, my favorite Candy in the whole world. You know who this is?” It was Ed Ibanez. He told me to just say yes a few times to what he had to say. I said “Yes.” He explained he told my mom he was an assistant teacher at my school reminding me about a book I’d left in a classroom. “Call me on your cell phone first chance you get. I’ve got a proposition for you.” He recited the number a couple of times so I could remember it. I said “Yes” again.

I wasn’t sure how well my mom bought the ‘lost book’ story, but she didn’t question me further.

When I was free to call, I punched in the number he gave me. He answered after four rings. He asked me how I was doing and told me a little about Suzie’s school year before getting down to business. He wanted me to make another video. He had a place rented in the desert, “Almost to Barstow,” he said. He told me dates and suggested some ideas on how I could get away from home for a few days to shoot. The suggestions didn’t sound like they would work with my folks, however I had an idea.

“I have a friend named Cassie who wants to make movies too. She’s blond and very pretty, and she likes sex a lot.”

“I don’t know, Candy. Too many people, you know. Might not be smart.”

“Ok, but she could also be my excuse to get away. My parents like her and if we made up a story, like went camping or something with some other kids maybe they’d let me.”

“I’ll think about it. I take it you’re saying yes. You know, Alan’s been asking about you. Jake too.”

I tried not to let my eagerness show in my voice. “Alan’s gonna be in it?”

“Of course, why do you think I brought him up?” I knew he was smiling, forever the salesman.

“Why don’t you give your friend—Cassie? —this number and have her call me. Maybe I’ll have you take some candid pictures of her to e-mail me, so I can see what she’s got. Sound ok? I’m not promising anything, mind you, but I do want you, my sweet Cotton Candy.

He told me a few things about the movie. Outdoor shooting—sex in the dessert—along with a loose plot of drugs and double-crossing. He told me what I’d be earning. I though college is paid for, easy. Would I do it? Falling deeper into this ‘secret’ life of mine? And what about ‘back-to-being-a-kid’ days?

Falling, falling, like in those dreams.

 

 

 

TEN

 

I’d finished my middle school life and now I was off to Redondo Union in September.  In the meantime, as promised, my mom set me up with some babysitting jobs so I could “save money for school” and “learn responsibility.” What I made babysitting was a pittance compared to what was in my special bank account but I could never let my mother and father know that. In late June and past the 4th holiday I spent a lot of time at the beach hanging out with friends.

Jimmy and I were still cool, but nothing like before. No sex, in fact I hadn’t been with anyone in a while. Some of my Internet ‘friends’ were still working at hooking up but so far none had fulfilled my ‘rules’ for meeting. Gerry and I were still planning on hooking up and going to Huntington Beach later in the summer. He backed away from his late June ‘date’ and I think he’s still nervous about being with me, probably worrying about traps even after doing it with me and having probably the best day of his adult life (the girl humbly declares).

Cassie called Mr. Ibanez and sent him some pictures, and he agreed to have her act in his video. She was thrilled. I mean the girl was a time bomb of horny hormones. I pictured her cumming as soon as one of the porn actors just touched her. I hadn’t hung with her the past few weeks but I figured she was fucking any guy that looked at her. Brian’s cock was probably sore by now (and maybe Jimmy’s too, though I didn’t want to think about that). My pussy was itching too, but for now was well rested.

I called Mr. Ibanez and we planned all my stories to get away for a week to make videos. I’d never been to summer camp or anything like that so I was both nervous and gripped with anticipation about being away from home for a whole week. Memories of Alan and the other guys added to my anticipation. I called Cassie and we put our story together. I won’t go into details, but when Cassie visited my house and explained our “camping trip” my mom and dad bought it all. Ed Ibanez had set up a cell phone number that we would give my parents and Cassie’s mom for a contact, that way if they called someone at the ranch (that’s what Ed called it when we first spoke) would answer discreetly and not give anything away.

My mom recited her “be careful” speech, you know, the one about not being lured into drugs and sex and being good, etc. I assured her I wouldn’t touch drugs ever. I never explicitly said anything about sex.

On the day we were to leave, Cassie pulled up in her old Corolla and we loaded my stuff. I waved to my mom as we drove away. We went to Cassie’s apartment where we parked behind her building and transferred our things to Jake’s big SUV. I introduced Cassie to Jake and explained who he was.

“He’s the real boss, don’t let anyone else kid you,” I said. “The director tells you to spread wider or suck deeper and you better do it.” Jake laughed with me. It took a few seconds for Cassie to get it and laugh with us.

Jake kissed me on the cheek, and said, “A good one! I’ll have to remember that,” and then in a fake voice, shouted, “Suck deeper, NOW!” He and I laughed again, Cassie staring at us like we were nuts. “My, oh my, Candy. Are you sure you’re not a 25-year-old hiding in a 14-year-old body?”

“Just your basic teenager.”

“Nothing basic about you, Candy girl. Nothing basic at all.”

We settled in for the ride, me in the front passenger seat and Cassie in back, as Jake drove and answered our questions (mostly Cassie’s) about how the video shoot would go. He told us that actually there would be two videos made during the week, one “legitimate” as he called it, and one black market. Of course I knew which one I’d be in. Cassie had been instructed to bring along her birth certificate as proof of age now that she was eighteen. She was as excited as she always was when sex was the subject. She quizzed Jake on how many scenes she would be in and how many guys she would fuck with.

Jake laughed and warned her not to get too giddy about the sex. “Just ask Miss Cleopatra here,” he said, pointing to me. “It’s not all fun and games, screwing on demand in front of a gang of people and the cameras.”

Cassie scoffed at his comment. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll love it…all those hunks with great cocks.”

Jake glanced quickly from the road ahead to look at me. “What do you think, Linda?  I bet she’ll freeze up and we’ll have to pry the first guy’s dick out of her.”

We both laughed again at Cassie’s expense. She sort of pouted a little and said that she’d show us. We rode a while in silence and I thought about Jake calling me by my name and not my nickname. It made me feel like I really was part of a whole new family. I couldn’t wait to see Alan and Ed. I also thought about Glory but doubted she’d be there.

After the street we were on became the 91, I didn’t really pay attention to the roads we took. As we left the cities behind and switched to I-15, I saw signs for Las Vegas and Barstow. Jake told us the house was close to Barstow. I’d never been out this way except for when my parents and I took the vacation trip earlier this year to Utah’s national parks. As we got closer to Barstow, Jake got off the interstate and we drove down a series of rural roads until we were driving on rutted dirt. I grew a little worried, thinking that nothing nice could be out here in the middle of nowhere. I was wrong.

We came upon a big, ranch-style house, shaped like a big L. When we pulled into the circular gravel driveway, there were already several big SUVs and a couple of expensive looking sports cars in the yard ahead of us. While we climbed from Jake’s SUV, Alan and another guy came out to greet us. Alan said hi to Jake and then walked up to me and picked me up into his arms. “I wondered if I’d ever see you again, my Candy girl.” He gave me a loud kiss. I can’t explain how his greeting made me feel, but it sure was special. He lowered me to my feet and I introduced him to Cassie, who was standing there gawking at the hunky porn actor. “So, this is your friend who wants to be in the movies,” he said. “Well, you’ve come to right place to learn. Nice to meet you Cassie.” They shook hands. I thought Cassie was disappointed she didn’t get a kiss like the one I got.

The other guy was a muscled Hispanic named Santiago who was also one of the actors. The two men helped us drag our stuff into the house. Jake sheepishly told Cassie and I that we really didn’t have our own bedroom, though our things would go into one room, we could sleep anywhere we wanted. I wasn’t sure if I liked that idea but imagining sleeping with Alan smoothed over any misgivings I might have had.

Cassie whispered to me, “You think I’ll get to pick who I sleep with?”

I whispered back, “Don’t worry about that now, it’s more important to think about who you’ll be with on camera.”

Jake, Alan and Santiago walked us out back where there was a big pool, with a whole bunch of people lounging around. Some of the men were nude, while most of the women were at least topless. They introduced us. The group of cast and crew (it was easy to differentiate between the two, ha-ha) gathered around us in greeting, some shaking hands, some hugging and kissing us on the cheek. I knew a few of them but many were strangers. I could tell Cassie was warmed up already as she inspected the dangling salamis on display around us.

Jake said to us, “Why don’t you two get comfortable? Ed will be here shortly and we’ll have a planning meeting to talk about the scripts and schedule.

“Meeting?” Cassie said. “Don’t you already have a script or something that tells us what we’re doing?”

“Yeah, we have outlines, but Ed wants everyone to know who’s doing a scene with whom so they can kinda get to know each other… ahem… before we video them.”

I said to Cassie, “If you have a scene with Santiago for example, you can maybe fuck him first to see how it is, right Jake?”

He laughed. “That’s not exactly what I meant, but I think that would work.” He laughed again, shaking his head, “You amaze me, Candy, you really do.”

The fact he didn’t use my real name like before told me that we were back to business. Cassie and I changed into our bikini bottoms and went to join the rest at the pool. I thought it would have been hotter out there, but maybe because it was late in the day or something it wasn’t that bad. I sat next to Alan at the pool’s edge, our feet in the water. I told him about my school year and how things were going in general. I talked about Cassie and how I knew her; Alan not looking surprised at all when I told him we’d had sex. He talked about two movies he’d made over the winter and how they had just come out on DVD and were selling well. He told me about hearing from Glory, and that she was out of the business and living somewhere around Albuquerque. I didn’t say anything to him about how much I missed her.

Alan ran his fingers through my hair. “You haven’t cut it since last year; I love it long like this. I have to tell you, Candy,” he said, his head down, not looking at me, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we made the video last summer. I’ve even questioned whether I’m a pedophile for wanting to be with you again. I’m so glad you’re here.”

God, he was so sweet! I leaned against him and said, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you, too. You made me feel so good, so welcome last summer. I loved it so much. And never mind the pedo crap. I may be fourteen but I don’t feel like a kid.” I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “So, that means I can sleep with you tonight?”

He blushed! When he finally looked at me he said, “If you want to.”

“Yes I want to, silly.”

He pushed me into the pool and followed me in. He swam to me, and before I could scold him he kissed me. God, I couldn’t wait to sleep with him! I noticed a few of the people at poolside were gesturing and talking—about us I presumed. Let them talk. We climbed from the pool and Alan pointed out the pool shower at the corner of the patio.

“Since I went ahead and messed up that beautiful hair of yours why don’t I wash it for you?”

He casually slipped off his shorts, oblivious as a porn actor would be to onlookers, and scooted me to the shower. Under the tepid water, he picked up a bottle of shampoo there and began to lather my hair. His hands were gentle. His cock was hard. I was hot. He came up with a bottle of conditioner and did that too, rinsed me while occasionally touching and caressing other parts of me.

“Let’s go join the others,” he said.  “I see Raul’s here and ready to give his usual coach’s pep talk.” As I’ve written before Raul was one of Ed’s porn names.

We walked over and sat next to each other on a big towel spread out on the patio. I overheard bits and pieces of what others were still saying about Alan and me, mostly about me. Cassie was in another world, surrounded by some of the guys who seemed to want to get a piece of the porn “virgin.” She looked like she was enjoying all the attention, as I had last summer. Ed was dressed all in white, linen pants that looked like pajamas, topped by a silk shirt. He asked for everyone’s attention.

“I thank you all for being here on time. We’ve got a very busy schedule this week. No time for screwing off, only for screwing.” Everyone laughed at that. “We’re gonna be doing several scenes outside in the desert, so pay particular attention to the makeup folks and what they tell you about sunscreen. I want the movies to burn, not you all.” More laughter. “Remember, everyone, Jake’s the man. He’s in charge and what he says, goes.” Mr. Ibanez then surprised me by walking up behind me and asking me to stand. Putting a hand on each shoulder, he said, “Not everyone here has met Candy, though you all were briefed on her situation so you all know her age, and the risks that poses for all of us. No one will bother us out here, but still, discretion is a must.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “This girl is very special to me, and I know how the people here who worked with her last summer think of her. The movie we make this week will really be two movies, one with Candy and one without. Your contracts all stipulate how that’ll work as far as differentiating between the two. I expect each and every one of you to treat this girl with the utmost respect she deserves. You’ll love her, just as I do.” I got another kiss, and I was sure I was blushing a deep red, and my naked nipples tingling, stiff with gooseflesh.

Ed introduced a few other people, including Cassie, who were new to this crew. Just then a big truck pulled in out front. Ed joked about good timing, identifying the truck as belonging to a caterer who was going to set up a barbeque for us. “Clothes, folks,” he announced, reminding us to get dressed before eating. “We don’t want to give the folks in Barstow something to talk about, do we?”

The barbeque was a nice treat. We all got sticky from eating the great ribs and stuff. Cassie was so hyper about the whole thing. “Wow, this is so fantastic,” she gushed to me. “Did you see the dick on that Santiago guy, and all those muscles? And I can see why you’re always talking about Alan, what a stud!”

I joked with her, “Alan’s mine… you can take anyone else you want.” We laughed. I reminded her that to these people it was a business, and she had to understand that when the cameras were turned on. She said she understood.

After the food truck was gone. Somebody yelled we should clean off all the barbeque sauce and grease by jumping into the pool. Clothed or not, everyone did. I’d stripped naked before jumping in. Alan swam after me, saying, “Does that mean I’ll have to wash your hair all over again?”

“No, but I’m gonna make you brush it for hours tonight before bed.”

“That’s a deal, sweetheart.”

Everyone was goofing around. A couple of the men, one being Santiago, were swimming around Cassie teasing her. I heard them saying they were going to be her first on-camera fucks. Whether that was true or not, I could tell Cassie was getting completely horny from their banter. Before I knew it, three guys had joined Alan around me and began teasing me too. They got close as if they were all hugging me, each one touching a different place. I felt almost as good as the day I played Cleopatra.

“You’re pretty hot for your age,” one said.

“I bet your pussy’s as tasty as your name,” said another.

“I’m gonna be one of your partners, and I can’t wait to try out that tight pussy of yours. Maybe get some of that little ass too,” the third man said, “by the way, my name is Alex, and I hope you know we’re all kidding you… well, maybe partly kidding.” All four guys laughed at my expense but they all welcomed me to the shoot, Alex saying, “You took that well. I believe Raul was right when he said you were special. Pretty, and grown up too.”

Alan jumped in, “Yeah, I worked with this little girl last summer, and let me tell you she’s a pro all the way, great actress too I might add.”

Wow, I treaded water in the pool, loving all the praise and attention from these men. Alex said I was pretty, and I was learning more about how Alan thought of me too. I didn’t think of myself as pretty, and here I was, some beautiful women surrounding me with perfect boobs and asses and everything. It was funny how comfortable I was being completely naked in front of all these people. I felt so special, and so grown up.

As we all got out of the pool, I heard some snickers, and looked over to see Santiago doing Cassie at one corner of the pool. Her head was back, her arms on the pools edge as he fucked her hard. She was moaning loudly, pretty soon crying she was cumming. Santiago hollering like he was Tarzan, probably because he was cumming too. I became aware there was more light at that corner of the pool, and looked to see Jake and Reggie filming Cassie and Santiago going at it. I figured Cassie had made her first sex scene and she hadn’t even known it. When Reggie shut down his camera everyone cheered. Cassie looked surprised (to go along with the post-coital glow) while Santiago took an exaggerated bow in the pool.

A lady called Vixen had walked up behind me, and said, “Your friend’s not a ‘virgin’ anymore. Ibanez likes to do that—get the new girl to fuck without knowing a cam’s rolling.  I’m sure he put Santiago up to it, though your friend looks like a hot little number… like you.”  She’d pressed her substantial boobs against me. They were hard so I figured she had implants. “Would you sleep with me tonight?” I told her I’d already committed to Alan, to which she replied, “then how about tomorrow night?”

I told her, “We’ll see.” No promises, thinking about Glory and how she’d made love to me last summer.

Mr. Ibanez approached me and scooped me up into his arms before kissing one of my nipples. It tickled! He laughed and said, “I had to do that, I just had to, my sweetheart.” He put me down on my feet again and led me to a far corner of the patio. “We’re going out in the desert early tomorrow to beat the heat. We need to film a few non-sex scenes to set the plot for the drug dealer thing.” He pulled some sheets of paper from the pocket of his board shorts, explaining that these were my act and lines. For a man old enough to be my father, he was handsome with beautiful hazel eyes, along with thick curly dark hair on his chest as well as his head. He was lean, with a flat stomach—and of course I knew what was IN those shorts—twelve inches of the biggest cock I could ever imagine.

He explained I was going to be the daughter of a drug lord who was kidnapped by a rival gang. The filming tomorrow would be a ‘drug deal’ gone wrong, with a bunch of fake guns and guys shooting each other. My ‘kidnapping’ would also be filmed so I had to remember the few lines I would have.

“Am I gonna do it with my father? Is that the plot?” I asked.

“No darling. See that man over there?” He pointed out a pudgy, hairy guy with a very thick cock. “That’s your ‘father’. You want to do a sex scene with my poor man’s Ron Jeremy?”

I didn’t know who this Jeremy was, but I certainly wouldn’t want to do it with the guy if I didn’t have to. I looked back at Mr. Ibanez, “If not with him, then who will I be with? Alan? Santiago? Alex?”

He smiled wickedly, “Yes, you’ll have scenes with Alan and Alex. Santiago’s character belongs to the other gang so he won’t do you. You’ll also have a scene with another man…” that uncharacteristic smile became a mischievous grin, “—me!”

Oh my God! I was finally going to make it with him! I remembered the time at his house when we almost did but were interrupted by his daughter Suzie. “Really?” was all I could say. My mind tried to wrap around that image, wondering if my little pussy could wrap around it with less difficulty.

“Really,” he answered. “You sure you can do this?”

“Y…Y…Yes, I think so.”

He leaned down and kissed me, then said, “I know you can, Candy. There’s no one like you.”

By bedtime, I was so frantically hot and horny, juices were trickling down my thigh when Alan kissed me in ‘his’ bedroom. I’d told him I was now on the pill, and that made him happy.

Alan made love to me!  I knew he did it with some of the hottest women in the business so all he really had to do was fuck me to satisfy me. Instead, he kissed me all over, taking time to run his tongue in unusual places like between my toes and behind my knees. I begged him. I grabbed for his splendid cock, but he smiled and forced me to lie on my stomach. He massaged me all over, sensuously stroking my thighs and my ass cheeks the most, until I was whimpering like a baby.

“Please… please! Oh Alan, please do it, now!”

“You sure you’re ready?” he said, but I knew he was kidding. He straddled my ass; his cock tantalizingly nestled in my butt crack. I tried to reach behind me to put him in, but he playfully swatted my hand away. He slid his cock-head down, down past my anus to my wet pussy lips. When I felt it I strained to raise my ass to him, and begged him some more. He teased his cock around my opening before slowly wiggling it into me. He didn’t just thrust it in, instead making a circular motion with his hips so it went around and around as it went in deeper. The men I’d done it with beginning with Jimmy have all said that I’m a fast cummer, meaning I guess I don’t take as long as other girls do to orgasm. This time was no different—within seconds I popped, squealing so loud I knew the whole house would hear me.

“AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Alan knew I liked the feel of hot cum on me so even while I was still crying from my everlasting orgasm, he pulled out, turned me over, and squirted all over me.  I could never help myself, like always I rubbed his hot semen all over my boobs and tummy. It was so warm. I loved that feeling. He cuddled me in bed after I wiped up his cum. We spooned, him behind me. I imagined someday lying in this position with soft whispers of “I love you” in my ear. Hell, I shouldn’t fantasize like that with Alan or anybody now. I heard someone scream in another room close by. I recognized Cassie’s voice, but then who else would be crying out in climax in this house full of porn professionals except for Cassie or me?

It was an amazing experience sleeping with a man.  I was thankful he didn’t snore, and wondered if I did. I awoke sometime during the night with my hand on Alan’s cock and it was hard. I woke him up and tried to have him fuck me again, but he begged off, saying he had to save himself for the day’s upcoming sex scenes. Strangely I was jealous that it wouldn’t be with me. Stop it, I thought to myself. I was so horny, I begged him. Instead he went down on my pussy, and wham! I came so quickly and easily on his tongue. The rest of my night was peaceful paradise lying next to the warm body of a man I was stupidly falling in love with.

After breakfast early in the morning I got into an SUV along with Mr. Ibanez, Jake and two other guys. A caravan of jeeps and big SUVs drove down roads no more than ruts out into the desert. Cassie was in a jeep with Santiago and two actresses. It seemed funny to me calling it the desert, since in my mind a desert was either endless sand dunes or a bunch of cacti. The place we went to was a whole bunch of nothing; some straggly bushes, sand and rocks. It was a good idea Ed had about doing this early. I figured it would be real hot out here very soon. They set up and choreographed a big shootout after they acted out the supposed drug deal. My role as the ‘daughter’ was to be in an SUV and watch the whole thing unfold, and be “horrified” (Jake’s word). They had me in obscenely short cut-off jeans, and braless in a white, midriff baring t-shirt so thin it was like gauze. I had a few lines in a scene with my ‘father’ that would end up before the shootout in the finished movie (Jake had told me that everything else they filmed after the shootout scene today would happen before it in the finished product).

They worked to cool off the long hood of one of the bigger SUVs. They then filmed two couples in a foursome on that vehicle. Vixen was one of the women. I got tingly, my nipples stiff, watching her solid tits jiggle as she was riding her partner in reverse cowgirl. What would it be like to touch those, I wondered? Would I sleep with her tonight? Who would Alan sleep with?

Cassie and I walked out of microphone range and talked about everything so far. She would have her turn next, she told me. She was nervous but obviously horny too. “This is so cool!” she cooed. “I can’t believe this whole set up. These people are all so sexy, and Santiago!” She didn’t finish the thought, but I got the drift—she slept with Santiago last night.

When they were done videoing the foursome, Jake called for Cassie and another guy whose name I didn’t know. Reggie walked around with a big camera that was over his shoulder, tied with a harness of sorts. There was a big thing, like an outrigger on a canoe, attached to the camera. Jake explained to me that it acted like a stabilizer to minimize wobbling when the cameraman moved. I still thought it was neat how much I was learning.

Cassie was playing the girlfriend of one of the ‘drug smugglers’ and had to pretend she was high as one of the other gang members fucked her. After that scene in the movie, the ‘boyfriend’ would kill his rival for doing it with her. Cassie was good, but she kept looking at the camera too much and Jake had to holler at her a few times. She pouted, and that only made things worse with Jake. Her scene took a long time to video, but in the end I think it’ll look hot.

We were done out there, which was a good thing—it was getting too hot. Back at the ranch, they filmed a few scenes out front where some of the drug gang members ogled me and touched me, until the actor playing my father shooed them away, telling them “If any of you touch my daughter I’ll kill you.” So cool!

My work was done for the day, but other sex scenes were being filmed around the house and out by the pool and I hung out and watched. I took my ‘outfit’ off (saving it for tomorrow’s shoot with Alex), and decided I liked walking around naked, catching all the actors looking at me. The attention had my puffy nipples stiff and achy all day.

Mr. Ibanez sat and watched one of the poolside scenes with me. He’d surprised me a little earlier by diving into the pool naked, and now here he was sitting beside me with his fabulous cock enticingly draped over a thigh.

He said, “I know I’ve said this to you before, but you’re a natural actress, and I don’t mean in sex scenes.” I knew I blushed, my skin suddenly turning hot. Looking down at his cock, I thought my skin isn’t the only thing hot. I didn’t know what to say. “Yeah,” he continued, “you should try out for the high school drama club or whatever they call it nowadays. You’ll be the lead in all the plays in no time at all.”

I thought about writing all the time, but acting? “Maybe I will.” What a lame answer, but when that cock was so close to you it was hard to think straight.

He explained tomorrow’s schedule. I’d be doing a ‘rape’ scene with Alex, then after that my ‘father’ would catch him and Alex would be ‘killed’ as an example to the rest of the gang. As we watched two actresses doing a 69 scene across the patio, Ed asked me what I thought of the people I’d met. I said that everyone was nice, but I missed Glory.

“I miss Melinda too. She’s a special woman. I heard she’s doing okay since she got out.” We sat in silence for a while before he said, “I like your friend Cassie. She’s a hot shit.”

“I think she’ll want to be a porn actress full time. I mean, like she’s not gonna go to college or anything.”

“If that’s what she wants, I’ll make sure she meets all the right people.” I flinched a little when he suddenly put his arm around my shoulder, saying, “You know, you’re the one I wish I could entice into the business when you’re old enough. I’m serious when I say I’ve never met anyone like you.” He pulled me to him and I saw his cock twitch, immediately thinking of Suzie the day last summer I saw him fucking her. It was amazing to me how the idea of making it with him both revolted and exhilarated me, and it had absolutely nothing to do with his size. He asked me who I was sleeping with. I told him about sleeping with Alan and how Vixen had asked about sleeping with her later that night. He made an “Hmmm” sound but that was it for commentary.

I hung out with Cassie during and after dinner. During that time I called home to assure my parents I was having fun and being good. Cassie talked to them too, working her ‘magic’ as only she could. After, Cassie admitted she was sore, but otherwise she seemed to like doing porn. Several of the guys wanted us both to sleep with them, but we begged off. I told Cassie about Vixen’s offer, and when I pointed out to her which woman she was, she perked up and said we should both sleep with her. “A threesome with her would be cool, don’t you think? Look at those tits!” So that’s what we did—we slept with Vixen in one of the bedrooms that had a king bed.

Cassie and I spent a long time playing with those tits of hers. We also asked lots of questions about implants. She immediately figured I was interested (since mine were small) but I told her I wasn’t, it was simply curiosity. Cassie’s didn’t need them, but she was intrigued by the solidity, the firmness of Vixen’s. All of our questions didn’t get in the way of playing with them though. Vixen was an incredible pussy licker; her tongue got Cassie off like a firecracker with a short fuse. Vixen turned to me, and was ecstatic when my lightning quick orgasm squirted all over her tongue and chin. I thought my patented squeal scared her for a second, getting Cassie to laugh. “She’s always loud like that,” Cassie told her.

While we were eating Vixen’s shaved-smooth pussy, Cassie’s tongue and mine were so close to each other that before we knew it we were kissing each other. Vixen sputtered, “Hey you two, that’s not fair, you’re supposed to be doing me.” Cassie and I were so connected, I guess, that we instinctively went from kissing to making love. We were in a different world, and Vixen just let us go at it, resigning herself to be a spectator. I didn’t remember how many times Cassie had me screaming and cumming but I knew she came several times. I also didn’t remember falling asleep, until I awoke in the morning tangled up with Vixen and Cassie in the big bed. My pussy was still soaked, as were the sheets.

 

 

 

ELEVEN

 

I ate breakfast with Alan, wearing my ‘costume’ of the flimsy tee and the short-shorts. The way he asked me about what I did the day before solidified the realization I had that he was falling in love with me. He was acting like Jimmy does. It wasn’t just sex or movies anymore. I was as flabbergasted as I could be at how these grown men felt about me. Maybe it was a ‘daughter’ thing—I didn’t know.

Alan, along with everybody else, moved off to do his or her thing.

Alex and I didn’t have anything to do until it was our turn to do our scene, so we sat and watched some other scenes being filmed, including one with a lady named Missy, who I told Alex I thought was the most beautiful woman there.

“She is gorgeous, that’s for sure, but she knows it too and that makes it difficult to like her,” Alex said. “Besides, she always goes crazy when they want her to do an anal scene.”

“I’ve never done anal,” I admitted to him. “I bet it would hurt a lot. Why would a woman want that?”

He thought for a second, and said, “I’ve heard girls say it feels good… different somehow… but I suppose you have to be lubed up good, and you can’t be uptight.”

“Uptight,” I echoed.  “I’m not uptight, but I bet I’d be tight back there. No way I’d be able to take one of you guys.” I shuddered. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Someday, Candy, someday,” he said, then laughed. “Are you ready for today, and me?”

“Of course I am.” I nestled against him, to let him know I trusted him. “I know how to act… like it’s a rape… so if I seem to be hurt you know I’m only acting. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“How old are you again?” he laughed. One of the crew walked by and called him Fabio and chuckled. I didn’t get it. Alex must look like somebody else since I knew that wasn’t his real name either.

We filmed our scene in the living room of the ranch house. He ‘caught’ me alone and tried to get me to go on the sofa with him. I told him no, warning him my ‘father’ would be home soon. He grabbed me and ripped off my shirt before pulling off my shorts as I yelled for help. That was one take. As Reggie and crew rearranged cameras for the next part, I rubbed some lube into my pussy so when Alex ‘raped’ me it wouldn’t hurt. One of the ladies in the crew was playing with Alex’s cock to keep him hard, though I believe he was hard enough already as he watched me lubing up. When Jake said to go, Alex pushed me onto the sofa and put it in me and fucked me very hard. I made all the requisite yells and screams, like “It hurts, stop it, oh it hurts.” When I knew they were focusing on a close-up, I winked at Alex to let him know I was okay. He winked back. Next, Alex lifted me from the sofa and tossed me on my stomach, draped over the sofa’s arm. He did me from behind, pounding violently into me. I was feeling thankful for the lube, otherwise his manic thrusting would have made me sore for real.

The scenes with Alex were surreal in a way. It was one time where I indeed had to act, since I certainly wasn’t supposed to like it. So when I came the first time I had to fake I wasn’t having an orgasm. It almost made me laugh. The second wave of my climax was even more difficult to suppress. By the time he pulled out for the money shot all over my backside, I was really acting, trying like hell not to squeal my delight.

Jake was ecstatic about how it came out. As the director, he would look over all the video later in preparation for editing, but we all knew that he knew we did great. After I got cleaned off, I felt proud as many of the crew hugged me and applauded.

Alex was happy too. He took me aside and told me “Candy, you were fantastic! I’m kinda new to this business but I’ve worked with some pros who couldn’t pull off what you just did.” He then said softly, a little more than a whisper, “You came more than once, didn’t you?” I nodded, and he whispered, “Sweet Jesus, you are some hot girl, I’ll tell you.” He gave me a kiss while squeezing one of my breasts. “Who knows, someday we might work together again. I’d love that.” I wasn’t planning on it being a career, but it was a gratifying comment anyway.

It was time for them to film Alex being ‘caught’ and ‘killed’ by my ‘father’ so I stuck around to be in the scene for a minute (acting all painful and humiliated from being ‘raped’) before getting dressed and going to look for Cassie. She was by the pool talking with a bunch of the actors. When I walked over, I thought she looked a little jealous because most of them turned their attention to me. I still can’t believe this shit—Cassie’s so pretty but they were interested in me. Alan and Santiago were there.

Alan asked me “Why don’t you put on your bikini and join us for a swim. After, we’re all going four-wheeling. Exploring the desert a little around here—wanna come?”

I said I did and went to change. After being naked around here for a couple of days it seemed funny to actually have my bikini on. We swam for a while, as a couple of the guys propositioned Cassie and me to sleep with them. We mulled the offers, making no commitment. When Cassie and I were alone at one end of the pool, she gushed about seeing Ed Ibanez’s cock.

“You told me how huge he was, but like, I never really believed you. I saw it! The fucking guy’s cock IS a foot long!” She grabbed both my arms, and said, “You’re gonna make it with him, dammit! I can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

“Yeah, and I think he wants me to sleep with him tonight, sorta get used to him or something.”

“Christ, he’ll split you in half! Are you sure…?”

“Don’t worry about me. I mean, you never saw me in the “Young Cleopatra” movie.”

“I know, THREE men at once! You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that?”

“Cut it out, I’m no such thing.”

All the guys who swam around us, and began playing with us, ‘saved’ me from her persistence. I was okay with their obvious teasing but Cassie was getting horny—to her the teasing was foreplay. Santiago and a guy named Karl soon had Cassie’s bottoms off and took turns fucking her right there in the pool. The rest of us were the cheering section. Water splashed and Cassie keened. I heard the telltale change in the volume of her wailing so I knew she was cumming. Santiago had already cum and now Karl did too. Another guy who I thought was crew got behind her and began fucking her too. It didn’t matter to Cassie—she just kept cumming and cumming. As other guys swam up to her I got a little fearful for her. I knew it was difficult to stay lubricated underwater. This was turning into a gangbang and I knew it must be like some sort of initiation for the ‘new girl’, but I also knew she’d pay for it later, both physically and psychologically. I was thankful in a way it didn’t happen to me. After a while the action slowed down and everyone got out of the pool. Cassie was like in a trance and didn’t speak to me at all as she went into the house.

Ed joined us out by the pool and walked right to me. “Candy, darling, you going with us?”

“Going?”

“Didn’t Alan ask you about trucking out into the desert?”

“Oh yeah, I’ll go.”

“Great!  I may have Reggie bring a camera along, in case we find a good spot to do some shooting. You up for a scene if we do, maybe with Alan?”

He didn’t have to wait for my answer to that question. He knew how I felt about Alan. A whole bunch of us piled into some jeeps and SUVs with big tires and headed out to explore the desert. Cassie was not with us. I was still a little worried about her. We ended up stopping by some big rocks. When I looked around I saw nothing but ugly brush and sand in every direction. Some of the people decided to climb the rocks (no big deal to me—they weren’t that big).

Mr. Ibanez put his arm around me and said, “You know, this looks like a great place to shoot my scene with you. You feel okay about doing it out here?”

“Yeah, maybe it would be neat to do it outside. You’re supposed to be the rival drug lord so maybe this would be even better for the movie than at the house.”

“Candy, you’re too smart for me. I know someday you’ll dominate this business if you ever decided to make a go at it.” When he talks like that it gets me all tingly inside, I admit it. I got even tinglier when he asked me his next question. “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

“Y…Y…Yes.”

“I know my size scares you a bit. You’re a small girl and all. I figure you can play with the big guy… get used to it… get used to me… before tomorrow.” He then did the unexpected. He lifted me into his arms and kissed me. A passionate kiss.  Those hazel eyes.  My bikini bottoms were instantly wet.  The front of his shorts bulged obscenely; if I hadn’t known what he had in there, I’d be wondering now for sure. 

We didn’t film anything there, mostly because it was way too hot, and soon got back in the vehicles and we drove crazily all over the place (probably something that was ecologically illegal). Boys will be boys!

All during dinner, people talked about some of the scenes still to be videoed. Cassie was quiet, and I speculated she might be questioning the whole porn experience. She looked to me like she was second guessing herself. I left her alone but vowed to keep an eye on her. I ate with Alan, and he talked my ear off throughout dinner. It was easy for me to fantasize a life with him, much more so than with Jimmy. Sheesh—in love with a porn actor? I overheard a couple of the women talking about Ed and me and our scene set for tomorrow. I rather enjoyed being the subject of that gossip.

The pool was where we had an after-dinner party. Either nude or topless, plenty of flesh was touched. Plenty of alcohol was consumed as well. I tried a few different cocktails, and by the time Mr. Ibanez and I went to bed I was pretty smashed. Of course I was touched a lot in and around the pool, so lying next to Ed had me extremely horny too.

True to his word, he didn’t force himself on me. I tried to suck his cock but had too difficult a time getting enough of it into my mouth. I guessed Suzie’s mouth was bigger than mine. He said something about “finally eating some Candy” and began to taste me. His tongue and lips had me squealing in no time. After I’d relaxed from the orgasm I played with his cock again, absently stroking his full length until he was very hard. I asked him what he wanted me to do. “No, don’t make me cum. I’d rather save up a big load for our love scene in the morning.”

Wow! I thought about having him spray a big load all over me and I think I had another, smaller orgasm. Okay, maybe it was his finger in my pussy.

My sleep was restless, probably because I was thinking about how the day would unfold. Ed even made a comment about me looking tired, and he had me drink a boatload of orange juice at breakfast for energy. A whole bunch of us, including Cassie and a couple of the other actresses climbed into some SUVs and went out to locate the same spot with the rocks we’d found yesterday. As the crew set up lighting reflectors and cameras, a make-up lady got me ready for the scene. Ed barked out some orders, which was really Jake’s job, but he was probably just as nervous as I was, I mean, since he was going to be having sex with an underage girl on camera. Everything was ready when Jake gave the signal.

“Hey, Maria, you know you belong to me now,” Ed’s character said. They put some stuff by my eyes and it made me tear up so I looked like I was crying.

“You killed my father,” was my first line.

“Not me, little one, not me, but ah yes, he is dead.” I fell toward him and cried as he put his arms around me and hugged me. It seemed silly but that was the script. “You are so beautiful, so much like your mother.”

I looked up into his eyes and said, “You knew my mother?” According to the script she was supposed to be dead.

“Yes, she was my lover and first wife before your father stole her away from me. And now I have you to take her place.”

“Take her place?” was my question. His answer was to slip my tank top over my head and kneel down and begin kissing my exposed nipples. When I first read this part of the script I figured it was somebody’s idea for some suggestion of incest, like he might be my real father or something, but we ended up not going there. Anyway, would some Russian guy even understand while he jerked off to the underground video?

Jake yelled to stop the scene, and crewmembers spread out an old-looking blanket on the ground near a big rock as make-up girls did their thing on Ed and me, mostly powdering us to keep us dry in the quickly warming morning air. It tickled getting my tits powdered. When we were ready, Ed picked me up and carried me to the blanket and slipped off my shorts and panties before he stood and pulled off his clothes. When I saw his big cock spring from his pants I gasped loudly as I was supposed to. Jake hollered “Great” and we got ready for the big scene.

This time the make-up lady spent more time lubing my pussy. She apologized for what she had to do, but she explained they used a special lube that wouldn’t show up on camera. I was cool with that. She was professional about it, yet I could see she was nervous like everyone else about touching someone my age. Our first go round would have me on my back with my legs in the air and Ed lying on his side next to me and entering me that way. That way the close-up camera could get a good shot of him going into my pussy while I whimpered. He recited lines like “You’re so tight” and “relax, Maria” while I first whined for him to stop before crying out to keep going. (I know—a lot of this stuff seemed corny to me, but what did I really know what turns people on watching porn?) He did me for a while like that, only going in maybe a third of his length. Even at that, I was stretched to the limit, a little pain mixed in with the pleasure. I didn’t cum but I did make enough noise to satisfy Jake.

While we got ready for the next act, which would be doggie style, I breathed deeply trying to relax. Jake and the make-up gal knew how crazy-nervous I was so they spent some time talking to me, encouraging me. I looked over at Ed getting ready and he winked at me. He was very hard, and I thought Oh God, I can’t. But of course I would.

When ready, Ed got behind me while I was on all fours and everything began. He pushed me down so my head was on the blanket and my ass was up in the air. He made me spread my legs wider, whispering for the microphones, “I can’t believe this… you’re so tight… I’m gonna split you wide open… get ready, my little conquest.” Silly, but I knew it would sound hot.

He entered me, with his legs planted between mine. This time he thrust deeper and my gasp was not faked. I cried, with some of the tears for real. This was unlike anything I’d experienced so far sexually, yet I knew I was going to cum anyway. His thrusts were going so deep I felt him hit my inner barrier—my immature womb? He held an ass cheek in each of his big hands with his thumbs hooked into my crack, opening me wider. They had a close up camera aimed at my face with another getting a close-up of my deeply penetrated little pussy. I didn’t need to do much acting. I think every time he went in all the way my eyes rolled up into my bobbing head, and I made loud “Ugh—Ugh—Ugh” sounds. Jake would love it, I was sure. True to my nature I started convulsing from head to toe as I came. I squealed as Ed kept thrusting, getting close.

For the money shot, Ed pulled out slowly with his hand gripping the huge shaft. He slid his wet length up my ass crack and started shooting rope after rope. I felt every warm splash and drop from my neck to the small of my back. It was so damned hot I think I came again, the camera at my face capturing every expression of my bliss. [Jake showed me the footage later. When I saw Ed’s fantastic cock slowly slide so far out of me, all wet and glistening, and then his first sprays of cum shooting in a high arc raining on me, I had a small orgasm just sitting there!]

Everyone rushed to congratulate me while I put on a smock someone handed me to cover up with. I was sweaty-hot and sore but otherwise fine, enjoying the comments and the praise. Ed gave me a big hug and a kiss, telling me how fantastic I was, and wishing I were eighteen so that what we just did could go out mainstream.

I overheard one of the cameramen tell Jake, “Christ, did you see that tiny ass of hers up in the air, that little pussy taking all of him? I couldn’t believe it; that’s gonna be some scene!”

Cassie congratulated me too, though she seemed a little reserved. She was more interested in how I could’ve taken that much of Ed’s cock without hurting. I told her I was sore. When she asked me if I thought Ed would sleep with her, I responded that she should ask him and not me. Since this was to be our last night here, I had my sights set on spending another night with Alan. Unlike previous dinners and evenings, this one was muted and somber since it was basically the last night for everyone except Jake and his assistant who would begin the rough editing and organizing of all the captured footage. Jake kidded that he’d miss all the beautiful bodies but he’d welcome the quiet so he could work and “not feel the need to jerk off all the time.” He is such a cool, funny guy.

Alan and I spent a lot of time together during the evening, sitting by the pool and talking. The last year had certainly opened my eyes to more than sex. Talking with Alan, mostly naked and dangling our feet in the pool, I knew there was love between us. This love wasn’t something that could possibly go anywhere but that didn’t change how I was becoming infatuated with him and him with me. Jimmy was my first and I loved him in my own way, but this blossoming thing with Alan was way beyond that.

When we went to bed, our lovemaking was nothing like I had experienced so far. I had so many orgasms I lost count. He was tender, and as a porn star surely skilled at what he did. I did my best to pleasure him. He held back his orgasm to the point that when he finally came it was a fountain. His cum was as warm as his smile when he pulled out and sprayed all over me, as he knew I loved it. We fell asleep wet, squishy and sweaty and didn’t give a shit either way. In the morning we made love again, this time with me on top. I went wild and fucked him hard. I rode him until I was screaming so much I was sure I woke anyone who wasn’t still sleeping. Before we got out of bed, he asked if I would always remember him, professing his love for me while wishing our situations were different. We cried. We kissed. I promised nothing, but wondered how we both would feel in four years. If I was old enough, I think I would have run away with him.

At breakfast, Cassie looked happy but she sure was walking funny. Ed Ibanez must have fucked her hard. I almost wish I’d been able to watch them.

Saying goodbye to Alan wasn’t easy. Cassie and I would ride home with Santiago, who lived in Long Beach. Cassie was proud of her big, official paycheck from Mr. Ibanez’s company. I got several checks from Ed, personal ones drawn from a special account like last summer. I knew they wouldn’t bounce. Now I could afford college regardless of how much the cost went up in four years. Tearful farewells later, we headed off. Along the way Cassie and Santiago talked about her new career. Santiago seemed to like her. I hoped they’d get the chance to work together again. I was left out of the conversation so I spent the time reflecting on things, like my upcoming high school life—and Alan. I realized what a broken heart felt like.

After Santiago dropped us off at Cassie’s she took me home. We didn’t talk much though she thanked me for getting her into the business. With a strange realization, I knew our friendship—unusual as it was—wouldn’t be the same again. I thought, she’s jealous of me and can’t get over it. I wouldn’t hold it against her. Mom and Dad were curious of my ‘camping’ trip, but Cassie’s charm (as usual) deflected any suspicions they may have had.

I was home.

The next day I took a walk to the Redondo Beach pier. I had a lot of things to think about and I’d found that it was a great place to do it. At the end of the pier but away from the fishermen, I pondered what high school would be like for me. Could I be a ‘normal’ teenaged girl? Could I actually fall for a boy? Would I keep writing? What would I become? I mean, I wasn’t much like other girls my age. I had posters of Jennie Finch, Cat Osterman and Hope Solo on my bedroom walls, not the Jonas Brothers or Miley Cyrus (God forbid!) like I knew other girls to have.  [A funny story: when my dad first heard of Hannah Montana, he wanted to know if she was Joe Montana’s daughter—mom and I laughed heartily on that one!]  I daydreamed of what a life with Alan would be like. I cried. I felt alone.

My thoughts were back at wondering what being a ‘normal’ teenager would be like when my cell phone rang. “Hi there, Candy, it’s Gerry. You still want to go to Huntington Beach with me?”

Well, maybe one more older man before I start high school and try to be that ‘normal’ teen like I wanted to be.

 

 

 

TWELVE

 

I enjoyed my first year in high school more than I thought I would. I guess I can get pretty nervous about things in general even though I should realize that school has always come rather easily to me. The first few months of the ninth grade weren’t an exception. My dad took me to a couple of RUHS football games during the fall, but we lost both of them badly so it wasn’t much fun. Dad wanted me to “immerse in the high school experience” though I didn’t see what watching a so-so football team had to do with it. I preferred softball and volleyball, sports I liked playing, not football. Maybe things would be different in a couple of years when I was in the same classes with hunky football players.

One night before bed, all I could think about was sex. I hadn’t had intercourse in more than two months, since I made the video in the desert near Barstow. When I went to Huntington Beach with Gerry at the end of August, to his disappointment we didn’t have full sex. I had some residual soreness from doing it with Mr. Ibanez and others in making the movie, besides I’d been thinking too much about Alan and maybe Jimmy too. I really didn’t feel like doing it with anyone else, even a nice guy like Gerry. He was disappointed we didn’t make it although I did take care of him orally.

I didn’t know how normal it was for girls my age, but I didn’t masturbate often. However that night lying in bed I was so horny, I had to. I had an image, a flash of memory, of Alan on top of me and making love to me. While that reminiscence played in my imagination, I slid off my pajama pants and my panties and began playing with my clitoris. My finger worked urgently, as urgently as Alan’s cock in my daydream, and in less than a minute I was cumming. I just about squirted as I squealed aloud (as I usually did when I had great orgasms.)

This climax was probably louder than most, since while still coming down from my orgasm’s effect my mom knocked on the bedroom door, asking, “Are you okay in there?”

I pulled the covers over me so she wouldn’t see I was naked below the waist and told her I was okay and she could come in. She sat on the edge of my bed and told me straight out that she heard me and knew what I’d been doing. “It’s normal for a girl your age to have sexual thoughts and experiment with masturbation. You know we’ve had these talks before, about sex and all.” She smiled, and added, “Don’t look so scared. You shouldn’t be ashamed is what I’m saying, sweetheart. Masturbation isn’t bad as long as it doesn’t become some kind of obsession, I think.” Her smile grew wider. “It sounded like you had a good one.” My mom can be so cool!

“Do you… like, do it too?”

“Masturbate, you mean?” she said, her smile a bit more sheepish now. “I do sometimes.”

“Why? You have Dad—”

“Yes, of course… oh well, I don’t like going there, until you’re older and understand more, but your father and I don’t always want sex at the same time, you know what I mean? So… I sometimes do what you just did when, ah, those times come.” She smiled again. “I’m going to ask even if you don’t want to answer, but what were you thinking about just now while you were, um—?”

“I… er… was thinking about a boy I met at school.” What else could I say? “He’s kinda cute.”

“You haven’t, you know, touched or anything, have you? I made sure you’re on birth control, but I hope you can confide in me if you’re thinking about having sex. Will you, hon?”

“You know I will, Mom,” I said, and she gave me a big hug and a goodnight kiss on the cheek. I didn’t like lying to her but what was I to do? I knew I’d tell mom and dad everything someday—just not now.

Before I fell asleep I heard the telltale sound of a bumping headboard and then my mother’s urgent cry she was cumming. Maybe she’d been aroused by talking to me about masturbation! Whenever I heard them making love it made me so happy. It didn’t creep me out at all. Now that I knew how great sex was, I loved to hear my parents still doing it. My mom’s loud wailing every so often confirmed where I got my tendency toward loud, squealing orgasms. Must be a gene for that, I thought!

I’d been busier this year with school than last year, so I wasn’t spending as much time online as I had in the past. However, I was e-mailing and/or chatting regularly with three men: Larry from Australia, Brian from England, and John from Oregon. Brian and I had particular fun putting captions on sexy photos from the web, each of us trying to outdo the other on humor and raciness as we sent them back and forth. It’d been lots of fun, and I knew he was a good man and not a pervert. I still got lots of propositions from ‘fans’ of my stories. Most I knew were perverts but I was sure some were like Gerry and would be gentlemen with me and be fun to have sex with. Gerry kept calling me but I told him I’m still trying to be a ‘normal’ teenager and wouldn’t be seeing older men for now.

The high school life was working out okay when I got the phone call from Mr. Ibanez. “How’s my favorite actress in the whole world?”

He wanted something, and I figured I knew what it was. “I… I’m okay I guess.”

He asked me how school was going and I told him about it. I bet he still didn’t realize I was writing all about the movies and everything and putting it on the web. I wondered how he would react if he did. “Why I’m calling is that Suzie and I are coming by your way and we’d both love to see you. Take you out to dinner, maybe to that French place close to your house you told me your father likes.”

“You mean Aimee’s?”

“If that’s the place, then, yes. What do you say, my young Cleopatra?”

I chuckled in spite of myself at the reference to my big role in his video two summers ago.  I agreed to dinner. It would be neat to see Suzie again anyway, even on top of whatever Ed Ibanez had as his hidden agenda. After all, he always had a hidden agenda with me. I lied to my parents (sadly, as usual) about where I was going, and walked the few blocks to PCH where Mr. Ibanez picked me up in his big black Mercedes SUV. I hugged Suzie, but she seemed to not be as happy to see me as I was to see her. Ed commented at how pretty I looked and lamented that I’d had my long hair cut. No mention of videos so far. 

Aimee’s is an unusual place. It’s in a small strip mall, and inside appeared cramped with tables when you first walked in. The food however was always fantastic even if I couldn’t pronounce the names of all the French dishes. I had the Bouillabaisse (I had to look that up after the first time my parents took me there), which was a great seafood stew (I love seafood!) Mr. Ibanez had Osso Bucco which is what my father liked. Suzie only had a salad. We couldn’t talk much about what he wanted to see me for in the crowded restaurant, so we ate quietly. After dinner he invited me to their hotel room at the Crowne Plaza. I guess I had to say yes; so much for being a ‘regular’ teenager; sex with an older man again, I thought.

We drove by the house on S. Catalina that he’d rented to make movies.  I played Cleopatra in that house. I had great sex with Alan and Big Rod and Derek and Michael in that house. I earned lots of college money in that house. Of course he drove by there to stir my memory. I knew that was his reason. And maybe it worked.

As we were going to their room, I asked Mr. Ibanez, “Have you seen Alan at all? I really like him a lot.”

He looked at me like he was looking through me. “You know, I think he feels the same about you that maybe you do about him. Hmm, I know he’s making a movie for another outfit in this area; I’ll let him know you were asking about him. Is that okay?”

Oh God, YES!  I told him it was okay, hoping my eagerness wasn’t that obvious.

Their room was really nice with a king bed we relaxed on as soon as we got there. Suzie was so cold toward me, but she was practically begging her father to get undressed as soon as we got in the room. He winked at me and took off his clothes. Down to his underwear, he got off the bed and picked up the phone, ordering a bottle of champagne from room service.

“You can wait a little while longer, sweetheart,” he said to Suzie though he looked at me after he said it.

He got a robe from the little closet and waited for the room service guy. He said to us, “Why don’t you both get undressed too and get under the covers. Hide so whoever comes up here won’t see you, okay?”

We did like he said and waited for the champagne. I figured I’d need some champagne since I wasn’t really in the mood. After the delivery guy left, Ed poured each of us a glass and we drank it. Maybe you could say I guzzled it down—liquid mood. I felt a little funny being naked next to Suzie. I mean, we had been naked before and even made love for her father’s video once, but I realized we weren’t skinny, flat-chested ‘tweens anymore. Now fifteen like me, Suzie’s boobs were getting to be big and she was keen to flaunt them at me, since mine were still small. I didn’t believe I’d ever have big boobs. My mom was petite and so was I. At least my areolas were pointy and puffy, and men seemed to like those. Ed tossed the robe aside and climbed between us. His big snake of a cock made me think of those silly “Subway” commercials: “five dollar, foot long”—and I would have laughed if I wasn’t mesmerized again by the sight of his twelve-incher growing erect. He kissed Suzie first and then he kissed me, his tongue slowly teasing around the inside of my mouth. While we kissed I heard Suzie make a sound and knew she was starting to suck him.

He whispered in my ear just loud enough for only me to hear him, “Candy, I wish it was just me and you here, I’d fuck you all day.”

I looked at him but didn’t respond. If Suzie had heard him she would have exploded in jealous rage. Why was I here? I didn’t need this. I felt really stupid. He groaned so I looked down to see Suzie taking a good portion of him down her throat. I could never have taken half of what she had in her mouth without gagging. She raised her eyes to him and managed a smile. I wasn’t into this; I laid there and watched. After Suzie sucked him for a while and he got pretty hard, both of us played with it, rubbing our hands up and down the saliva-slick shaft. Even if I didn’t care very much for him then, his cock was a different story; it really was neat rubbing his long hard cock as it stood magnificently tall.

I knew he wanted to fuck me but I didn’t want that at all, so while Suzie rubbed him I took him in my mouth and rubbed him too. He filled my mouth with so much cum I nearly choked. I was able to swallow most of it, mainly because I knew he liked that.

After, he kept trying to sweet-talk me into making more movies. I explained (again!) how much I wanted to be a normal teen and do normal things, and do well in school. He was trying to get it up again, still wanting to fuck me, but I begged him to take me home. I made sure I thanked him a lot for dinner and kind of faked my thankfulness for our after-dinner play while adamant it was time for me to go home. They dropped me off a block from my house; Suzie sullen and quiet, Ed still ‘selling’ me on the idea of another movie. This was a clash of wills that I had to win; I enjoyed what I’d done and certainly loved all the money I’d made, but I could not repress my ambition for his.

As the holidays approached I completely forgot about asking Mr. Ibanez to say hello to Alan for me. I was in my bedroom when I got the call.

“Is this my sweet Candy?” He asked when I answered my cell.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. “Hi, Alan! I’m so glad you called!” I was sure he could hear the excitement in my voice.

“Are you alone? Can you talk now?”

I assured him I could talk in privacy, at least for a short while. He told me about his latest movie jobs and I told him all about school and (boring) things I was doing. I didn’t go into any detail about seeing Mr. Ibanez though he did know I’d seen him. Hearing his voice made me so happy, confirming to myself how I’d fallen in love with him. Certainly that was a dumb thing for me to do, since he was twice my age and a porn actor no less. Being a silly teen I guess I couldn’t help it.

I knew he was afraid to ask, much the same as Jimmy had been afraid to see me.

I asked first. “Can I see you?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “I want to see you. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, but yes, I do.”

I heard it. There was a catch in his voice, a quaver that told me so much. A week and a half before Christmas I had a date, though one I couldn’t dare brag about to any of my friends.

I told more lies to my mom and dad, and called Alan to tell him where to pick me up. When he drove up to the curb and I saw him smiling at me from the driver’s seat of a fancy sports car, I almost couldn’t breathe. I guess that was a sign of how I felt about him, right? We went directly to his hotel. It wasn’t the Crowne Plaza, but it was nice nonetheless. If I wasn’t so nervously excited about being with him I would have laughed at how he was acting with me. He was just like the boys in my school when they were around girls. I mean, why worry? I just wanted him to rip my clothes off and make love to me. What was there for him to be nervous about? Nevertheless, his hyper nervousness continued after we entered his hotel room. Finally, I told him to stop the small talk and make love to me.

Oh my, did he!

It’s funny that with all the actors I’d made porn with it’s always been about positions—the performance as well as the sex (I learned fast!) However, with Alan I hardly gave a thought to how we were doing it. Instead it was mouth on mouth, mouth on genitals, and genitals on (and of course in) genitals. I may not be big, but at one point I was on top and bucking so hard I thought the bed would break. I squealed and I felt my cum squirt from me, coating his cock and balls. We were so damn wet with sweat and my juices by the time he groaned and came deep inside me our bodies were making squishing noises as they rubbed together.

Unlike the tension in the air when I’d been with Ed and Suzie, Alan and I were like old friends after we made it. We talked for a while as he explained about the movies he was making. Once more I knew what he meant to me by the way I grew jealous of the actresses he got to work with. There really was no way I was going to make a career of porn; however moments like these could sway my thinking.

We showered and then he took me to a restaurant all the way in Long Beach. I saw people looking at us as we ate. Here was this hunk who certainly wasn’t old enough to be my father, and I couldn’t help showing my affection for him. No, I didn’t slobber all over him but I did hold his hand a lot and I knew I was staring at him in what to others must have looked like wonderstruck adoration.

When we got back to his hotel we went straight to bed. He was on top, holding himself up with his strong arms as he slid in and out of me. I held on to him with both my arms and my legs. Alan was the best! He knew just how to move his cock—not simply in and out, but sort of around and around too and rubbing my clit perfectly with its shaft. He called it “riding high.”

“Alan, Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh, Alannnnnnnn! I’m cumming… I’m cummminggggg!” I screamed even louder than I usually did when I orgasm. He was thrusting faster as I came so I knew he was getting ready to cum too. “Onnnnnnn meeeeeee,” I groaned.

He pulled out and sprayed several good cumshots all over my belly and pubis. I love to play with a man’s cum; always so hot and like a special gift. As I rubbed it on my belly and then on my tits, I felt another small wavelet of orgasm sweep through me, and I moaned, “More.”

He got between my thighs and his tongue did me in, slaying me like a sword. I kept cumming and cumming until I thought my insides would explode. I was squealing so loudly I wondered about other guests at the hotel hearing me. Alan’s face was all wet so I knew my pussy ‘exploded’ when I came.

“Candy-girl, you’re the hottest there is,” he said, after I kissed him and licked my juice from his lips and chin.

With a hand on his cheek, I said, “You make me feel so special all the time.” I knew I had to say it but didn’t know how he’d respond—but I had to anyway. “I think…I love you.”

He told me everything; how much he loved me and how much he wished I wasn’t a fifteen-year-old so we could be together all the time. I started to cry and he mistook my tears for hurt. I assured him I wasn’t hurt by what he said but instead was filled with joy at hearing him really admit it for the first time. While bringing me home, we talked about the near impossibility of what we had becoming a real relationship. I knew he wasn’t about to leave the porn business; without college what would he do? He knew my ambitions for college and beyond. Besides, how could he escape the legal ramifications of what we’d done? We would make do with these infrequent hook-ups and see where things went. Alan would be the only reason I would entertain making another video movie.

We both cried a little as we kissed goodbye. He dropped me off around the corner from my house and I waved to him as he drove away. I managed to pull myself together before going into the house.  For weeks I dreamt of Alan. We would be in different scenarios in my dreams but in every one we would be together somehow. The silly dreams of a silly girl, I thought.

 

 

 

THIRTEEN

 

Christmas was as Christmases usually are: happy times that always cement the bond I have with my parents. I often wondered if things would be different if I weren’t an only child. I knew I’d said this countless times, but I really hated lying to them about my sexual activities. My mom was a little suspicious of how much I paid for her necklace Christmas present, but I think I convinced her it wasn’t as expensive as she thought it had been.

A couple of weeks into the new year my dad took me to “Old” Tony’s. Tony’s on the Pier is an unpretentious restaurant practically hanging over the water on the Redondo Pier and specializing in (what else) seafood. My dad said he wanted to take me out as a “father-daughter thing” and regardless of whether I knew what he really meant by that I loved the gesture. I didn’t spend nearly as much time with my father as I used to when I was younger and we lived in Massachusetts. I’ll always cherish the times we went skiing or boating or camping, and how much I loved him calling me “his Candy” all the time. Now, I think he works too hard and too long. We pigged out on a whole bunch of stuff from the appetizer menu, like shrimp, calamari and clams casino. I even got to have a non-alcoholic Mai Tai in a Tony’s glass that I got to take home! (Of course, my dad never knew I’d had beer and champagne before.)

After we ate, laughed and I talked about school, he got serious and told me about his job. “I normally wouldn’t burden you with things like this, but you’re not a little girl anymore, though sometimes I’m blind to that fact, as most fathers probably are.” He chuckled, telling me he was proud of me and how grown-up I was. “I bet you don’t know that your mom’s always calling you the ‘little woman’ when we talk, and I know she means it with so much love and respect. I think you need to know that.”

I smiled (and blushed at his comment) as I said, “Okay Dad, what were you going to tell me about your work?”

He told me how the company wasn’t doing well because of the economy and that he, like everyone else, was worried about his job. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to worry, but it’s not fair for you to be in the dark either. I know how much you love it here and how well you’ve acclimated yourself to the scene, but if something happens you know we may have to move again.” He must have seen the worry on my face, for he added, “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Dad, you know that no matter what happens we’ll be okay.”

He knew. We hugged before leaving the restaurant and heading home.

The following weeks at school were tremendous. Everything I did was “A” work and I’d begun to have hope of maybe being the top student in my class. A boy in one of my classes asked me to go to a Valentine’s Day dance and I said yes. Wow, a real date, and not with someone twice my age!

My mom and dad weren’t happy the night of the dance when I wore a really short denim skirt. I got lectures about sex and being good but they let me go anyway. I’d checked myself out in the mirror and figured I looked pretty hot even with my skinny legs and too-big nose. I thought back to all the sexy outfits I’d worn at the house on S. Catalina while making the Cleopatra video and how all the men had looked at me—with half lust and half fear (because of my age).

They call these things ‘dances’ but hardly anyone does. Kids just hang around and talk to their friends above the music, as I was learning. Maybe it’d always been like that; I’d have to ask my mother.

Of course I hung out with my friends but I did spend some time with the boy who invited me. We even danced a slow one, during which I worked hard not to laugh because I could feel his erection rub against me. I kept thinking: does he even know what sex is, or what to do?  I figured he would definitely go home afterwards and jerk off.

When it was time to go home I was to call my mom for a ride. My date and I left and walked around the corner from school, and we kissed. It started out clumsily until I decided to spice up his life by aggressively using my tongue. He went crazy and was having trouble breathing. His cock was real hard in his pants and he was like pushing it into me. I almost giggled. Something inside me made me want to give him a blow job and send him home happy, but I didn’t think it was a good idea because he wasn’t really my boyfriend and he would probably tell all his friends and then it would be all over school what I’d done. I called my mom and left him panting. I was sure his shorts were wet from pre-cum, and as soon as he got home he’d be spraying in no time. I wondered how much cum a fifteen year old boy had. Maybe a lot. I also wondered how many stories he would tell around school on Monday. I tingled; would he say I was hot? Would he lie to his friends and say I did something? Would they believe him if he did?

Nothing interesting happened for a while until one Friday I got up the nerve to call Jimmy. We did cell phone small talk for a few minutes before I asked him what he was doing Saturday. “We could like go to the place you used to take me and play pool and stuff. Maybe I can finally beat you,” I said.

“Fat chance of that,” he said with a laugh, then he went silent and I started to think he had a girlfriend and would say no. How stupid of me I thought, to imagine he didn’t see other girls and was sitting around waiting for me to call. Finally, he sighed and said, “Yeah, maybe we could do that. Okay with your folks?”

“I’ll be okay. Where’re you picking me up?”

He set a time and place, a couple of blocks from my house, and said, “You know what truck to look out for,” he said jokingly. Of course I did; after all, I bought it for him.

He was early picking me up but I was there already waiting for him. The yellow Xterra was dusty and dingy, as most cars get in the SoCal smog, but otherwise looked like he was taking good care of it. We drove the few miles to his favorite hangout, a bar that had a couple of pool tables. I always enjoyed being there with him because it seemed everyone knew him, like he was a celebrity or something. Another reason was that they let Jimmy buy me beer even though they clearly knew I was underage.

We played pool, drank beer and talked, mostly about him. “You have a girlfriend?” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled, though to me it could’ve just as easily been a grimace. “Nobody steady. Do you want to be my girlfriend? …Again?”

“C’mon Jimmy, you know it was mostly you who didn’t want to see me. Look, I know our age difference makes things difficult but you should know by now I would never get you into trouble.”

“Well, some things aren’t always under your control, you know.”

I took a shot and missed badly. I took a long swig from my beer and did better with that. I said, “I guess, but we’re both here, aren’t we?”

“Maybe you’re just horny and that guy isn’t making any movies now so you call me for old time’s sake. It’s not like you love me or whatever.”

“You know you’re special to me, Jimmy.” I moved beside him and whispered, “You are the man I gave my virginity to, after all.”

He smiled down at me and then kissed me. He was right though, I was horny and if nobody was around I would’ve urged him onto the pool table and fucked him right there. After another beer and quitting my terrible (as usual) game of pool, I urged him to his place instead and that’s where I fucked him.

We were barely through the door to his Torrance apartment when our clothes went flying. I was already wet enough so he pushed me onto his bed and climbed on top. I lifted and spread my legs wide as he entered me. While he lost control and slammed his cock into me, thrust after rapid thrust, I wrapped my legs around him and did a little of my own thrusting, my hips writhing as uncontrollably as his. By now you know that I’m a fast cummer, and this time was no exception.

“Jimmy… ehhh… Jimmy… ehhh… I’m… ooooooooooo, I’mmmmm cummmmmmingggg!” I squealed.

He came right behind me, which is a figure of speech; though after a while we did it again and this next time he did cum behind me.

 After I brushed my teeth a few times to rid my mouth of the smell of beer, he took me home to Redondo Beach. He promised that we’d have more dates like tonight. I was counting on it. The way my mom looked at me when I got home made me wonder if she figured I’d been bad, but she never said anything.

As spring progressed and we headed toward summer my mind was a thick stew of crazy questions. Could I keep straight A’s? What would I say to Mr. Ibanez when he called about another movie? Would I see Alan again? What about Jimmy? What would happen to my dad’s job? Even buying a new bikini in anticipation of another great southern California beach summer (aqua-blue and green stripes this year—had to retire the cotton-candy pink one now that I was a bit bigger) can’t deflect my mind away from all the worries.

Jimmy and I had a few more of our dates, but no amount of sex could shake him of his fear of being with me, and I guess I’ve come to terms with that.  The end of the school year seemed to drag and maybe along with concentrating on finishing some of my fiction stories for ASSTR, cost me a straight-A average.  When I begged off seeing Jimmy one weekend, he grew cold and I realized another clash of wills probably lost him for good.  Between that and the fact good beach weather seemed to come late this year, I was pretty downcast.

Besides a steady e-mail ‘relationship’ with Brian in England and chatting with different men on Yahoo Messenger I wasn’t doing much else by the end of school in June. I managed to finish the sequel to “My Uncle Luke” and got it added to my ASSTR page. A part time job my father had lined up for me at his office for a few hours during the summer crapped out, perhaps because of the economy. My dad must have felt bad too because he worked his tail off trying to get me a job somewhere else, managing to convince a local shop owner he knew to hire me for a few hours each week, helping out with cleaning and such. I surely didn’t need money but I couldn’t tell my parents that, could I?

As I knew he would, eventually Ed Ibanez called. He knew one of my demands would be Alan, and he was quick to tell me Alan would be there. He probably knew another demand would be Cassie and that’s how he sold me—Cassie would be in it and she could help me “get away” to spend a week at the rented house. The video would be shot at a house “above Hollywood” was all he’d say, telling me it was “very secluded.” He explained the plot, but it seemed pretty lame to me: something about little sisters and jealousy. From what I’d seen, porn today didn’t need a plot, if it ever did. I was thankful that the movies I’d made over the past two summers each had some semblance of a story, even if they weren’t for widespread release. “I’ll have Cass call you,” was how he finished the call.

Anticipating hearing from Cassie was tempered by unhappiness that she’d never called me to let me know how she was doing. After all, I was the one who got her into the business last summer.

I sort of breezed through my finals, and just like that I was beginning my summer vacation. Last year I fretted over starting high school (like every kid I guess) and now I wondered what all the worry was about. I spent a few days at the beach in my new bikini with friends. The Redondo Beach weather wasn’t always amenable to sunbathing but that didn’t stop us girls, after all we could always hang out on the pier if the weather was shitty. My tan came along slowly. 

I sort of breezed through summer too. I worked some at the job my father got for me. It wasn’t that hard and it was only a few hours a week. I still had time for hanging with friends, and the beach.

The call from Cassie didn’t come until the first week in August. She sounded upbeat. I didn’t chastise her for her failure to keep in touch, and as usual she acted like we had been in touch all along. She filled me in on her role and together we planned my “escape” story. My story was much like last year’s—I was going “camping” with Cassie and her friends, and my parents bought. My father maybe had a hard-on when he talked with Cassie the day she picked me up; he was so blown away by her looks and it showed. My dad had always been smitten by Cassie. She had a way about her that could wrap a man around her little finger and make him do anything. Looking at her chest, as my dad surely was, I wondered if she’d had a boob job. They looked bigger.

While we drove away, I imagined my parents having a marathon fuck session that night, not worrying about how much noise they made since their “innocent” daughter wouldn’t be home.

“Hey squirt, you looking forward to this?” she asked me as she drove. No more old Corolla; we were in her shiny new Acura that’d been flashily customized to the point of looking like something either a drug dealer or a pimp would drive, with big oversized wheels and enough chrome to blind someone. I offered no comment to her about that. Maybe an up-and-coming porn star rated an ostensible car like this.

I said, “I’m not sure. I’m glad to see you, that’s for sure. How’re you doing?”

She told me all about her movies and who was distributing them. She told me some stories about some of the stars she’d had scenes with. I didn’t recognize all the names but some I’d heard of from Mr. Ibanez, Jake and Alan.

How I’d answered her must have finally sunk in, for she then said, “What do you mean you’re not sure?”

“Maybe I’m not in the right mood this time.”

“You’re horny, love sex, and your hot stud Alan will be there. What other mood is the right one?” She laughed, and I laughed with her.

I didn’t want to talk more about my misgivings, so I asked, “Where are we going exactly, like I assume you know where the house is since you’re driving?”

She glanced my way for a second, grinning. “You think I’d volunteer to get you there, girl, without directions? Don’t worry, I’ve been there before.”

And she seemed to know. After she picked me up she drove out to Hawthorne Boulevard and turned north, where from a cross street she got onto a ramp to the 405. This wasn’t the way my dad would go but maybe Cassie knew better. The 405 was, like always, a crowded mess. She drove north, through downtown L.A. and eventually toward where I knew Hollywood and Santa Monica to be. She exited onto the 101 but soon got off that highway, and on surface streets I’d never been on began to climb.

After a few miles on winding, hilly roads, she glanced at me and unsolicited, said, “I think were above Benedict Canyon… snob heaven, still L.A. I think… not Malibu, and not Hollywood or Beverly Hills, that’s for sure.” The way she said Hollywood made it sound like a dirty word.

I was lost. Like every kid does at least once on a family drive, I asked, “Are we almost there?”

That drew a hearty laugh from Cassie. “A little farther, squirt.” I was petite after all, especially compared to her, so I didn’t mind Cassie calling me squirt. She’d started that after we first met, covering both meanings—being small, and having very wet orgasms, as she delightfully discovered.

The houses grew less dense as we drove until she stopped before an isolated wooden gate. I couldn’t see a house but one certainly had to be there beyond the gate. Cassie pushed a button on a little intercom box she’d pulled up next to, and said who she was. After an unintelligible squawk the gate swung open. I thought an automatic gate like that was cool; I wondered what the rest of the property would be like. She drove down this long and winding driveway until suddenly the house appeared as if out of nowhere. It was a weird (at least to my eye) modern, box-like thing that looked like three different architects had designed it and then fought over control. It also looked to me like nobody won the fight. In my opinion it didn’t belong where it was.

A man came out to meet us as we parked next to other cars. Nobody overtly said so, but I had expected Jake to be in charge. This man was a stranger. “Cassie!” he called out. She ran to him and gave him a big hug and a small kiss.

She waved me closer. “Dana, this is Candy, the girl Raul is always talking about, you know, and Alan and Big Rod talk about all the time.”

I went to shake hands with him, but Dana instead put a hand on each of my arms and held me like that, at arm’s length, as if he was studying me. I awkwardly said “Hi” while he said nothing.

Finally, he said, “Yep, you’re cute enough. Not much meat on those bones though. Shit, I hope the bosses know what they’re doing.”

What did that mean?

Cassie said, “Be good, Dana. She’s a sweetheart. Besides, she’s the one who got me into this gig, and you know how much you love me.” She blew him a dramatic, exaggerated kiss, and Dana rolled his eyes in response. As Cassie led me through the house on her version of the grand tour, she introduced me to everyone as we ran into them. “By the way, Dana is the boss here, the director on this shoot,” she said.

“No Jake?” I asked.

“Naw, I think he’s in the Valley making a big budget flick… with Vivid, maybe.”

“What about Ed, you know, Raul? He’s not running this one?”

“His money’s in it I know. He’ll be here later in the week I’m sure.”

So far the people I’d met here were strangers. A few of the names were familiar as well as a couple of faces, so I knew I’d seen them in porn videos somewhere. The ones not in the house were out by the pool in various states of undress. All the men had shorts on. Some of the women had shorts on and some wore bikini bottoms; all were topless. Santiago was there and so was Libby (her real name—I couldn’t remember her working name). I’d worked with both of them last summer. Santiago had been hooked on Cassie then and it didn’t take long for them to demonstrate there still was something going on between them. As they kissed, a few of the pool-side folks cheered them on. I stood there awkwardly. I felt alone. Had my mood been a premonition?

After they stopped kissing, Santiago came over and gave me a hug. “Hi Candy. Glad to see you here. Like, you brighten up the place better than all these silicone honeys.”

Cassie elbowed him and said, “Hey!” Like I figured, she must have had a boob job after all.

“Where’s Alan?”

“He’ll be here tomorrow… maybe the day after. He’s coming, Candy, I guarantee it,” Santiago said with a big smile.

“Let’s go see where we’re sleeping and put our stuff away, okay?” Cassie said as she pulled me by the hand back into the house.

Someone had put our bags on a queen-sized bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room looked a little run-down but clean enough. I figured that unlike last summer’s ‘free-for-all’ sleeping arrangements, someone had decided that Cassie and I would sleep together. Was it her idea? We stripped out of our clothes and put bikini bottoms on.  Hers was a bright yellow thong that hardly counted as clothing. She wiggled her breasts.  “How do you like them?”

“I didn’t think you needed any enhancement, but they do look great.”

She stepped closer. “Go ahead. Feel them.”

I did. Wow, were they firm!  She smiled and cooed a little as I touched and squeezed them. I chuckled and said, “Yeah, they’re nice to touch. I bet Santiago likes ‘em better now… he seems to like the big ones.”

“Dana likes them too,” she said cryptically. Was she fucking the director on the side? “You can play with them again tonight, if you want to,” she muttered, pointing to the bed. “You know, yours are growing.” She began playing with mine as I had with hers. She was as horny as ever.

“Let’s go back to the pool, okay?” I said. “I want to get to know the guys and find out who I’m gonna be with.”

We went back outside and mingled. I met Cherry by the pool. She had bright red hair, big boobs with very large areolas, and freckles everywhere. The first thing she asked was how old I was. I thought she’d freak when I told her but instead she nonchalantly said something about faking I.D.s and not worrying. In fact I was worrying; it seemed Mr. Ibanez hadn’t told everybody about me.

I was introduced to Taylor, who was going to play my big sister. Knowing the stupid way some of these porn people think, I pictured they’d cast Cherry in that role, but Taylor had long dark hair, my dark coloring, and seemingly unenhanced breasts so she could at least pass for my sister. Not that her tits were ordinary; they were perky yet full C-cups and her nipples were prominent and taut. She caught me looking.

“Oooo, you like girls!” she giggled. “Maybe I can get Dana to add a scene where the sisters hook up. Would you like that?” She actually winked at me. “I like girls too,” she said while lightly brushing a hand across one of my breasts. “Nice puffies… and sensitive too… oooooooo!” She easily caught my reaction to her touch.

I had to break the mood—she had hit a nerve, and I’d become wet. “Who’s gonna play your boyfriend, the one I’m supposed to be jealous over?”

She dragged me into the house and toward a blond dude who was watching TV. “Candy, this is Marc.”

He stood up and approached like he was going to shake hands, but then he looked at me and did a double-take. Maybe it was my age or simply my looks, but I must have been his ‘type’ since he let out a wolf-whistle, then said, “So you’re gonna be the little sis. I’m definitely gonna be ready for doing you. Candy, huh?”

“That’s what everyone calls me.”

“Are you good enough to eat?”

“You’ll find out, right?” I said, hoping there was some edginess in my voice.

As we walked away, Taylor asked what I thought of Marc. While answering noncommittally, I was thinking cute and a hot body but a little full of himself while wondering how his cock compared to all the other hung actors. I guess that’s what I would find out. I asked if there would be any filming the rest of the day.

Taylor didn’t think so. “I know your friend is doing the big gang-bang scene first thing in the morning, and later you and me will do some non-sex set-up scenes.” She hesitated, and then asked, “Did they tell you about the other movies?”

“No. What other movies?”

She went on to explain that there actually would be three videos shot here; the one where her and I would be sisters and two others that “don’t need plots,” as she put it. Did porn ever really need plots?  I was learning to be very grateful that what I had done so far at least had plausible stories to them, and that I’d felt like I had really acted, not just gotten laid.

We went back to the pool and hung out. Some of the men drifted over and talked to me. Curiosity, mostly. As always, I liked the way they looked at me. I liked looking at them too, after all. One guy wanted to know who I was sleeping with. He was very straight-forward on what he wanted. I told him maybe some other night. I watched the strange dynamic surrounding Cassie. Santiago looked to me as if he felt he’d ‘claimed’ her as his own, yet she seemed to be teasing the director, Dana, and openly rubbed another guy inside his shorts as if it were nothing at all. That was my Cassie.

We had a big communal dinner of delivered Chinese take-out. I had a couple of beers and was feeling pretty good. Later I had two more and ended up drunk. I didn’t fall down or puke or anything, just got giggly and tipsy.

The guy that propositioned me earlier (his name was Horst—I laughed out loud when he told me—“Are you really a horse” I asked before giggling up a storm) made another more earnest attempt at poolside, (“Built just like one” he answered, then dropped his shorts to show me.) He was big, of course, and with the utmost in drunken inquisitiveness I began to stroke and play with him. He got hard and I giggled. He picked me up and I giggled. He carried me over to a big lounge chair and I giggled. He pulled off my bikini bottoms and I giggled. I heard somebody (Dana?) yell for cameras and I giggled. Horst ran his fingertips between my labia and I giggled. I even giggled when he spread my legs and entered me (I must have been wet enough.) He fucked away and I kept giggling, though my giggles soon turned to some other noise as my drunken mind began to know what my vagina already did. I was cumming.

The remainder of the evening was a blur. I remember Cassie asking me if I was okay. I remember someone else congratulating me for being the first on video. I remember asking where Alan was. I didn’t remember much else until I realized I was naked in bed and Cassie was hugging me to her.

“You okay, squirt?” she asked me. I wondered how many times she’d said those words.

I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “Yeah, I’m great… not so drunk now. Did he wear a condom?”

It was her turn to giggle. “Looks like I don’t have to ask you if you remember what happened out there. Yes, he wore a condom.” 

All I could do was smile, feeling mellow either from the beer or sex, or both. Thankfully I wasn’t sick. Cassie gave me an animated recounting of my encounter with Horst, down to the smallest detail.

“You’ll have to ask Dana to look at the footage in the morning. That skinny little ass of yours was pumping so hard darling Horst could barely stay in the saddle.” She chuckled, and then added, “And that squeal of yours when you climaxed! Damn well scared half the crew! Marc’s hard-on even slipped above his waistband… Jesus!”

I didn’t know who made the first move, but after a while I was kissing and kneading Cassie’s new, firm breasts and she was fingering my pussy with a vengeance. She went down on me first and I came in an instant. Then it was my turn, and I was rewarded with several yelps and a very juicy tongue-dollop. We fell asleep satisfied. I didn’t dream.

Cassie’s gang-bang was the after breakfast entertainment. One big master bedroom had been set up for filming, with all the necessary lights and things. Dana was barking orders not much differently than Jake would have. Several of the men were naked and were absently rubbing themselves, getting ready. Cassie was getting “powdered down” as she called it, so as to minimize the sheen of sweat. Two summers ago they’d done that to me for my young Cleopatra role. I don’t know if most people understand how videoing works, but the sex isn’t like in real life. The actors will do a little of something, like oral, then they’ll stop and get into the next position (or the man will have to be ‘worked on’ to get hard again) before the cameras are turned on. What would end up being a ten to fifteen minute scene took three hours to video. Cassie took it in every hole and between her tits by five guys and then took it some more, finally ending with a choreographed five-man-source facial. It looked like way too much work for me. But Cassie was like me in many ways; I’m sure she had at least three orgasms along the way—and it showed when she was done.

As she showered, I hung out by the pool. Horst approached me. He wasn’t exactly apologetic but he hoped I understood why he “took advantage” of me. “You’re a cute little hottie and I had to be the first one here.  That’s just how I am.” I told him I wasn’t angry with him.

I was angrier with myself for getting drunk. And now whatever spectacle I made of myself is digitized forever. I tried to let Horst know subtly that I wanted him to leave me alone. I didn’t have to worry, because I looked toward the patio door and there was Mr. Ibanez. I ran over to him as he put his arms out to embrace me. He was dressed almost all in white; some kind of breezy linen, looking sexy for a man his age with his dark hair and Latin looks.

Before he could greet me, I said, “Why did you lie to me?”

“What do you mean, Candy? Lie about what?”

“You didn’t tell me Jake wouldn’t be the director, and Alan isn’t here yet, and—”

“Ssssssh,” he said, hugging me. “I didn’t lie to you. Alan will be here as soon as he finishes something else he’s doing. I told you once this business has a lot of people in it all looking to make their mark. This is Dana’s turn. And besides, I’m not the main producer on this one. Other people’s money is in it. Now, give me a kiss.”

He leaned down and kissed me long on the mouth. After, he asked me how Cassie was and I told him how I thought her scene came out. He checked to make sure I understood what my role was and I explained how Taylor had filled me in. “She’s a sharp girl. Stay close to her,” he said.

He went off to say hello to everyone. I went back to the pool and sunbathed in the nude. Nobody bothered me until Dana called for me. It was my turn to do some acting, so ironically I got dressed to video some scenes for a porn movie. I put on a tight tank top and a pair of short, cut-off jeans not much different than what I wore in the “drug war” movie last summer. Dana and crew got everything set up in the living room while Taylor, Marc and I went over our meager lines. The filming went great; only one screw-up (not me!) that required a retake. The scene was where I was to show my jealousy by getting close to Marc before an angry Taylor came in and pulled Marc away. After they left the room, I then acted like I was talking (out loud) to myself, saying how I was going to fuck my sister’s boyfriend no matter what.

I followed cast and crew into a bedroom where Taylor and Marc were going to screw. Both of them were great in teasingly taking each other’s clothes off, just like a boyfriend and girlfriend would do it. Dana commended them for that before instructing them about the sex, positions, and camera angles.

Taylor looked to be a sensational cock sucker. Marc looked to be a good pussy licker. I’d confirm the latter on another day. Before they filmed intercourse, Dana gave a few more instructions to Taylor while another gal was sucking and rubbing Marc’s dick to keep him hard before helping him with a condom.

Dana yelled “Action” and off they went. He would give instructions, like “Doggie” and “Reverse Cowgirl” and cameras would stop, Marc and Taylor would change positions accordingly and get right back to fucking, cameras rolling again. By the time Dana called for the money shot, I was looking forward to doing it with Marc, and anticipating the size of his cumshot. I knew people liked facials nowadays. I didn’t. I’d petition Dana to let me have a body-shot instead.

Taylor wasn’t much of a screamer so I knew they’d dub in more noise while editing. Marc sure was a great cummer, not Peter North but quite acceptable nonetheless. When they were done and cleaning up, Marc gave me a wink.

I was in some more non-sex scenes to establish my character. They went okay; Dana let me see some of the raw footage. I begged to see what they recorded of me and Horst yesterday. Dana laughed and brought me to another room that had been set up as a combination office and early editing station. He went through some of the digital files and ran the one I reluctantly asked for.

I began worried and ended up amazed. I had been like a crazy person, jerking uncontrollably and screaming my lungs out as Horst fucked me hard. Horst’s face betrayed his pleasure up until he stripped off the condom and sprayed a few good dollops of his goo over my still thrashing and convulsing tummy and pubis.

“You are a hot one, Candy,” Dana said as the video footage stopped. “Are you like that when sober?”

I felt hot, therefore I must have been blushing when I admitted, “Yeah, most of the time, I think. At least that’s what Mr. Ibanez says.”

“Raul, or Ed, or whatever name he’s going by now sure has the eye for talent, among other assets of his, and he’s always talking about this young girl he discovered—you.”

“He talks about me?”

“All the time, doll. Candy this, Candy that… all the time. I thought he was bullshitting but so far I’m agreeing with him. How about showing me he’s right?”

Dana outlined the scene he wanted me to do. Two guys. I said anything was okay except anal and asked who the two guys were. He pointed them out. Big guys—big units. Why not?

He organized the thing out by the pool. I was going to be swimming and the two men would proposition me right out of the pool.  I wondered who originated the idea, since my two co-stars looked very ready to get it going with me. Maybe they’d watched Horst do me and wanted some of what he got. Well, I gave it to them. I sucked them both then got on my hands and knees and they took me—one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. After Dana gave an approving signal, they switched places. Of course I still had a cock in my mouth and one deep in my vagina, though this time it felt better somehow and I began to orgasm. While my mouth was open wide in squealing ecstasy, I got a tremendous cumshot down my throat. I gagged and coughed, so Dana had to holler “Cut!”

It wasn’t until I regained my composure the second guy got to cum. Another facial. God, I hated facials. 

The rest of the day was uneventful, at least for me. I watched some other scenes being videoed, and didn’t see Ed Ibanez the remainder of the evening. At bedtime, I went to bed alone. Cassie must be sleeping with someone. That was okay with me.

At some time after falling asleep, I felt someone get into bed next to me. “Cassie?” I asked, not quite awake.

“Sssh, no, it’s Taylor. Is it all right if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Sure,” I said, but then she really didn’t want to sleep. I let her eat me and I came in a minute. She was amazed yet happy I climaxed so fast. I told her it was because she was so good. My pussy was sore from the fucking and I enjoyed her tongue and the soothing lubrication it brought forth. Then I reciprocated and gave her an orgasm. She seemed appreciative, and then we fell asleep.

In the morning we talked for a while in bed. I filled her in on my life so far, getting quite a few “No shit!” responses while doing so.

While hanging out and having a bagel for breakfast, I pondered the day ahead. I wasn’t supposed to be in any sex scenes today, but Dana’s impromptu request yesterday meant things could change. I hung out by the pool while the others talked about the Manson murders. It was some sort of anniversary—it was all over the news—and they were telling me that the house where it happened was about ten miles away. I thought that was equally cool and sad. I hated to hear about senseless murders, even those that happened before I was born.

My day picked up considerably when Alan showed up. I ran to him and jumped into his strong arms. We kissed like there was no one else around, though I knew we were putting on quite the show.

Later, Dana approached us, winked and said, “You two look like you have some… er… history together.  How about doing a scene in the pool? I’ve got the underwater cam here.”

Alan looked at me like it was my decision, not his. I looked back up at him and shrugged. Alan gave me an ‘it’s-up-to-you’ gesture. I said yes—it was with Alan, after all.

While they were setting up to film, Alan and I talked. I told him I was a little sore and he asked me if I wanted to change my mind. I smiled at him and said, “Nothing a lot of lube won’t fix.” He chuckled and hugged me. 

He had undressed into swim trunks and I’d put my bikini top back on. We acted out like we met by the pool. I kind of got myself close to him and made some purring noises before telling him I liked his body. He started rubbing a breast and said he liked mine too. We kept going like that until our suits were off and I began sucking him, but not before saying “Omigod, you’re soooooo big.”

Dana cut filming so I could get lubed up and climb into the pool along with Alan. He did me from behind first. I had a hard time keeping myself upright in the water but with Alan in me I didn’t mind. We switched positions so he was holding me and lifting me up and down on his cock. I was screaming my orgasm while Alan surreptitiously glanced at Dana to see what he wanted him to do. I didn’t know what Dana signaled though Alan came inside me. Later, they showed me what the underwater cam captured—milky streams of cum oozing out of me around Alan’s throbbing cock, floating in the water. Nice!

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day glued to Alan. For the third night in a row I slept with a different person. Sore and everything, I made love with Alan for over an hour before falling asleep.

I did the ‘younger sister’ scene with Marc early the next morning. The set-up was I got him alone in a bedroom of the house and ragged on him for never trying anything with me. This monologue was followed by me pulling off my shirt to reveal my breasts. You can imagine the rest of the preliminaries. Marc was good, eating my pussy like he really meant it; almost to the point I was worried I would climax too early (though that’s not a problem for a girl while making porn.) We finished up in the missionary position and he came all over my belly as I had requested of him and Dana. After we were done Marc whispered to me, “Candy, I can’t believe how tight you are. Jesus, you’re amazing!”

I smiled and whispered back, “I’m glad you enjoyed me, Marc.”

Dana overheard me and laughed.

The highlight of the rest of the day was watching Cassie perform. She was so much a natural, and I knew she would be a big star some day if she wanted it bad enough.

The lowlight was watching Alan with another woman. I kept telling myself how stupid it was for me to be jealous. Jealousy ran rampant nonetheless. The lady’s name was Haylee—a typical porn blond with a heavily augmented chest. Before I left the room, unable to watch, I thought about Glory and how she was naturally prettier than Haylee. The memory of Glory made me doubly depressed. I sat alone by the pool and thought about being here. I had promised myself I would win the clash of wills with Ed Ibanez and never do this again, but here I was. I promised myself I’d try to be a ‘normal’ teenager, but falling this much in love with Alan made it seem I’d failed there too.

When Ed returned, I asked him to take me home. I figured I’d done my share.

He had several checks already written out for me. As was his practice with me (paid secretly “under the table”) he explained it would be wise for me to deposit them separately so as not to draw attention to me, and thus to him. I looked at the amounts and saw the total was more than I’d expected. I guess my college education was paid for and then some. I went looking for people to say goodbye to.

I found Cassie and we hugged. “Take care of yourself, squirt,” she said. “Maybe next summer?”

Probably not, I thought but didn’t say it. That’s what I believed last summer and look where I was. We made promises to keep in touch but I knew already she wouldn’t, and that was okay. She had a whole new exciting life to live away from the dullness of Torrance.

I found Alan next. I told him how much I loved him, and then told him that the idea of ‘us’ was never going to work, at least how he envisioned it. There would be no ‘happily ever after’ when he was twice my age; something we’d discussed countless times before and each time let our desires sweep the practical aside. As with Cassie, he promised to stay in touch. Unlike with Cassie, I knew he would. I knew he would cling to the dream. He was like a starry-eyed child in that regard. That was one reason I loved him, and always would. Someday he would call me and I would see him again. We would have sensational sex. And then he would still be the thirty year-old porn actor and I would still be the fifteen (soon to be sixteen) year-old high school student.

We kissed for a long time, and for the second time this week made a spectacle of ourselves.

Mr. Ibanez drove me home. We didn’t talk much throughout the long, traffic clogged journey. I pondered the upcoming school year, wondering how it would go. Would I make the softball team? Would I meet a boy I liked? Would I finally be that ‘normal’ teenager?

When I got home, I e-mailed Brian in England and told him a little about how things had gone. Even though I hadn’t gone into detail he sensed I wasn’t happy with the week in the L.A. hills.

I vowed not to suppress my will again. Tenth Grade, here I come! …A normal Tenth Grade, or so I hoped.

 

 

 

FOURTEEN

 

Really, when the school year ended I hadn’t heard from anybody. Not Jimmy (he cut all ties, too afraid of going with a sixteen year old.) Not Ed Ibanez (maybe I’m ‘too old’ for him now; though he always said I could act rings around the other girls.) Not Alan (we spoke by phone around the first of the year, but not since, and he was noncommittal anyway about seeing me.) And not Cassie (I had no idea where she was, making porn movies somewhere, forgetting all about Redondo and Torrance, and me, I guess.) I supposed I should have been happy since I wanted to be a regular teen girl, and I went practically the whole year without any drama, and no sex either. My reality of normal, it seemed.

The journey through tenth grade was smooth enough. My grades were almost as good as they’d been last year, and that was pretty excellent. I’d made the JV team in one sport but mostly warmed the bench. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I began to realize that after all my experiences of the last couple of years, any boy my age would have a difficult time measuring up (and that’s not a pun). I had plenty of girl friends though. I’m very sexually attracted to one of my friends, but my subtle hints have been ignored so far and I don’t want to push it and potentially lose her friendship.

I never have the same intensity of orgasms from masturbation as I do from real sex, and so my ‘love life’ was as bland as it had been self-administered. I kept writing sexy fiction stories, channeling my arousals into prose instead. I wrote the story “1909” from school studies about race relations, and I was particularly proud of it beyond how hot it was. A few more jumped from my keyboard after that.

I’d kept in touch with Gerry; both of us knowing we had that time together two summers ago but that we would never do it again. I kept in touch with a few of my “e-mail pals” as I like to think of them: Brian in England, Larry in Australia, etc., e-mailing often. I tried to answer all my “fan mail” from ASSTR readers. Most were nice, though some them were basically pervs who wrote stupid things. I don’t get angry; since I’d come to understand how men think from the time I lost my virginity and decided to write all about it. I’d also developed a nice relationship with a fellow female author on ASSTR, speaking with her often, even if I get lectured at, like my mother would if she knew everything I’d done.

So there I was, July 1st, enjoying a few days at the beach with friends before I began my summer job, when I got a call. It was Alan!  Juices flowed simply hearing his voice. “You know I can’t stop thinking about you Candy.”

“Then why don’t you call?  I called you a bunch of times and all I got was voice mail.”

“I know, I know, I’ve been away on shoots, in Arizona and New Mexico, and I figured I would call you, but you know how it is…”

Yes, I knew how it was. Our phone call went on like that for a while. My friend, Hannah (no, not the one I lusted after) sat next to me, perplexed by my half of the conversation. Her facial expression almost made me laugh. Alan told me he was going to be back in California to make more movies and was hoping we could hook up. I told him that coming up with an excuse my parents would buy was more difficult than in the past, which in reflection sounded strange to me seeing I’m older now—sixteen and a half. I promised I’d call him soon.

Hannah was all questions about the call. “Who was that? A man?!” I was not forthcoming with answers, mostly dodging them and changing the subject.

When I got home, my thoughts of Alan kicked my libido into overdrive. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and let my fingers do their thing. Unlike other times I’d masturbated, this time I orgasmed quickly. I couldn’t wait to be in Alan’s arms again. To have his lips on mine. To feel his strong arms hold me. To feel him between my legs. To feel him deep within me.

When I saw Hannah the next day, she wouldn’t leave my telephone call alone. “You gonna tell me who you were talking with yesterday?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes!! For sure it’s an older man!  Is he like in college? How does he know you? Come on, you’ve got to tell me.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything, but yes, he’s older, so you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Oh girl, I can see it on your face. You had sex with him! I know it… an older man!”

“That’s it. I’m not saying anything more.”

She kept hounding me for details but I said nothing. As she kept asking questions, I got the impression that she wasn’t a virgin either. We never spoke in detail about our experiences, mostly because I couldn’t share mine with her. Hannah and I had a strange bond, a friendship born through our differing yet shared insecurities. She was and has always been overweight. I think she’s cute but to boys she’s not even on the radar screen. I’m like the opposite; stick-skinny and way petite, with too-small tits and a nose I’ll never be happy with. I’d had grown men lust after me yet, like Hannah, boys (the cute ones, at least) don’t seem to see me at all.

I managed to extricate myself from Hannah without giving away any of my secrets, nevertheless I still had no idea how I could get away to be with Alan. Well, I did have an idea, but Alan himself would have to come through. I gave him a call.

“Hi there, sweetheart. Did you figure out how to get away?’

“Not yet,” I said. “I was hoping you could help me.  Remember my friend Cassie?”

“You mean the oversexed blonde you got into the business?”

“Yeah.”

“What does she have to do with anything?”

“If I can contact her, maybe she could be my excuse like last year. Do you know how I can get in touch?”

“I’ll give Dana a call. I think she’s been working for him, last I heard.”

“You don’t like her, do you?” I asked him, since I heard something in his voice. “You’ve worked with her, right?  Without me?”

“Yes I have.”  He hesitated, giving me several moments of dead air, then he said, “Candy, hon, I think she’s into some heavy drugs.”

“You know that for a fact?”

“No, not exactly, but she’s… she’s kinda fucked up, I think. It has to be drugs.”

I was devastated. The older girl had been a special friend for a while. I couldn’t imagine her doing drugs. “You’ll still get her number for me, won’t you?” I asked.

Alan called me a few days later with Cassie’s number. I built up my courage and made the call. When she answered her voice sounded dull and unemotional, though she did say she was glad to hear from me. She told me about the videos she’d worked on. I was sad listening to her, since her voice betrayed what I feared most; she wasn’t the ‘star’ she thought she’d be, yet she didn’t know what else to do.

I wanted to apologize for getting her into the life in the first place. A thought popped into my head, wondering if she was hooking too; which would be doubly sad. I felt badly but this wasn’t the time to think about her.

“Remember how you told my parents the story about going to a camp when we really did the movie in Barstow? Could you like, do it again for me? Alan will be in the Valley in a couple of weeks and I have to see him.”

“You in it?” she asked.

“The movie? No, not this time,” I said.

“Have you made any more?”

“I really don’t want to.”

“You’ve changed your tune.”

“C’mon Cass, don’t be like that, okay? I’m asking a favor that’s all. I know it’s been a while, but I did want to know how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine,” was the extent of her answer. This was so awkward.

“I miss you, you know. We had a lot of fun together didn’t we? Remember the hot tub party at Pete’s house?”

She laughed, saying, “How could I forget that one?  Yeah, Squirt, we did have fun. You doing good in school?”

I knew this might be a touchy subject with her, since she never did well and dropped out. I answered, “I did okay. Good grades. Two more years of high school to go, then I’ll be off to college.”

“That’s great, Squirt. You’re gonna be famous someday.”

Finally, I got the conversation back around to a plan. She admitted that she’d be making another movie at a Topanga Canyon ranch, which wasn’t very far from where Alan would be working. We discussed the particulars of how she would come to my place and spin the web for my parents.

My summer job was now doubly boring drudgery, waiting for the day I could quit and see Alan. I masturbated that night in bed, thinking of him making love to me over and over again.

When Cassie picked me up on the fateful day, I was actually relieved at her appearance since I had imagined far worse. The rebellious spark that had attracted me to the older girl was pretty much gone. She looked more sophisticated, though the word that came to mind was aloof (yes, another word I learned in school), though I figured my dad would still drool.

If they saw any change in her they didn’t let on. My father reacted as he always did to Cassie—like a man. He was checking her out so openly I knew mom would get real jealous, so I made sure we got right into our spiel about the fictitious camp Cassie wanted me to attend. Cassie told them it was for girls to get away from the pressure of boys and sex and learn to be self-reliant. I didn’t think I had any problems with self-reliance but I went along with her, and the best plan we could come up with. My parents asked plenty of questions, but quick-witted Cassie had all the answers. She may be different, but she could still sling bullshit like no one else.

The bottom line: they fell for it. Like usual, I felt bad for lying to them once again. They deserved better, and someday I would make it up to them, but for now I knew what I needed to do.

Alan.

The singular thought that permeated every cell, every pore.

When Cassie picked me up to drive north, my panties were damp, and I could hardly breathe thinking of him. Before we hit the 405, I thought I saw Jimmy’s Xterra, though it was difficult sometimes to distinguish cars when they’re all coated in southern California smog-dust.

She must have seen it too. “You still seeing him?”

“Jimmy?  No. He’s like too chicken to date me because of my age, so I guess it’s over.”

She laughed, “He wasn’t too chicken to pop your cherry when you were thirteen, was he?”

“Don’t say it like that. He’s a nice guy, and I understand.”

On the way, we mostly talked about her movies and who she’d had scenes with. She told me a story about Big Rod, one of the guys I made the Cleopatra movie with. One day he had a hard time getting it up so he took two Viagra pills, and after that he said it was so hard it ached, and all the actresses didn’t want to do it with him because he was now even bigger and fatter than before. I knew how big he normally was, so maybe I couldn’t blame them. Cassie finally admitted that she wasn’t entirely happy with the movies and the money, complaining about how she felt she was getting screwed in her pay as she was getting screwed on video. Normally I would’ve laughed at her joke, but now I wondered even more if she was augmenting her income in some other way. She tried to get me to tell her how much money I’d made the last couple of years doing movies for Ed Ibanez, but I wouldn’t tell her.

She drove up canyon roads and I was immediately lost. Eventually we wound down toward the valley. She pulled into a curved driveway and through an open ornate gateway. Unlike some of the adjacent properties, this one was lushly landscaped, which likely provided the privacy necessary for what would be going on here. I wondered who owned it and how they got away with the water usage the place probably required to keep everything green.

As a woman I didn’t know came out to greet us, Cassie said “Here you are, Squirt. I hope you have fun. Say hi to everyone for me. If Santiago’s here, give him a kiss for me, okay?”

“He’s not in the movie you’re making?”

“No, I haven’t seen him a while. Don’t know where he’s at.”

She kissed me on the cheek, wished me luck, made sure I had her number to call for a ride home, and then took off in a cloud of dust kicked up by spinning tires.

The woman introduced herself as Maddy, and wondered who I was. I told her my name and that I was a guest of Alan’s. She seemed confused and wanted to know more, probably thinking that I was going to be in the movie and she didn’t know who I was. Still confused, she helped me with my stuff and into the house.

“Candy, Candy, Candy…” Alan said as he came to me and picked me up off the floor and kissed me long and hard.

If Maddy was confused before, she was even more confused now. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said, before walking away.

When we stopped kissing, I told Alan how much I missed him. It was so special being here, and in his strong arms once more. I sensed that a part of my love of this—my love of Alan—is how safe and secure I feel in his arms, since I’m a petite girl and he’s a strong virile hunk of a man.

“We’ll stow your things in our bedroom and then go out back to the pool for introductions,” he said, and I was so ecstatic hearing him say “our” bedroom.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here? That lady, Maddy didn’t look happy. Is she like a director’s assistant, or is she an actress?”

“Maddy thinks she’s an actress, just like she thinks she has to know everything that’s going on.”

“Who is directing?”

“His name’s Richard, and if you call him Dick he’ll drown you in the pool.”

I laughed. “Thanks for the warning.”

On the way to the bedroom, we ran into one of the actors I’d worked with before, Alex, and he gave me a kiss too. I was feeling so good, since I really loved all these guys I’d made movies with because they’ve all treated me so well. I used to wonder if they simply lusted after me because they were like pedophiles and I was a very young teen. Now I realized that most if not all of them respected me like a grown-up, and maybe wanted to protect me like they would a younger sister. That’s a much better feeling.

Alan already had shorts on, so I got undressed and put on my bikini, marveling how easy it had become for me to undress in front of a man. He said, “You’re starting to fill out a bit, Candy girl... looking nice in that suit.”

I squeezed one of my breasts and said, “I don’t think these are doing much ‘filling’ out.”

“Look good enough to eat.”

“You start talking like that and we’ll do it right now, and never meet anyone else.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that… plenty of time,” he said before taking me in his arms and kissing me again.

Oh yes, I wanted him now! I was squishy wet down there and getting wetter by the second. I mumbled, “Let’s go out back before I melt completely.”

He gently placed a hand at my crotch and said, smiling, “I guess so. You are melting.” He pulled his hand back up and licked his fingers. I almost raped him right there.

But I didn’t. We went out to the pool, meeting folks along the way. I met the director, Richard, and I was happy to see that his chief camera guy was Reggie who I’d worked with before. Of the actors, besides Alex, I knew Horst and Marc from a previous movie. I knew none of the women. A couple of the men I didn’t know looked very interested in fucking me. They’d be disappointed when they discover I’m not in the cast—and belong to Alan besides. Horst gave me a kiss and kiddingly asked when I was going to get drunk.

“Like, that’s the only way you can do me,” I kidded him back, remembering how he’d taken me by the pool after I’d gotten drunk on that other set.

Most of them—either through Alan or maybe the other actors who knew me—knew my age. They probably had some worries beyond the usual but overall they seemed okay with it. Richard got everyone’s attention and began explaining the scenes being videoed today. Alan was going to make it with a pretty blonde with giant boobs. I knew I had to watch though I also knew I’d be jealous. While Alan was getting ready, Marc sat next to me and struck up a conversation. “Hi Candy. I take it you’re not here to be in the movie, right?”

“That’s right. Alan invited me here to be with him.”

“With only him?” Marc said. “I mean, do I get a chance to get into that tight little vagina again?” I thought he was cute so I told him that yes, he did have a chance though I felt like I was already cheating on Alan. What a strange feeling to have at sixteen.

I got to watch all the sex scenes being videoed, and after a few I was REALLY hot. Watching Alan’s scene pushed me over the edge, so when he was done I dragged him to the bedroom and set to work on getting him hard again—for me. I sucked his cock better than I’d ever done, and I was rewarded. He grew hard in my mouth, and he moaned, “You’re lucky, little girl that I’m not up for a scene the rest of the day.”

“This scene will be just you and me, and it looks like you’re ‘up’ for it,” I said, smiling at him as I climbed atop his magnificent cock.

I may still be tight for him, but it’s a great fit as far as I’m concerned. I didn’t always have the best orgasms that way, but riding cowgirl has other pleasures. I loved looking down into his eyes, watching the enjoyment build. I loved the control it gave me, being able to move at the pace I wanted. I loved allowing his hands to be free to caress my breasts, to tease my puffy little nipples that get so stiff from his touch. I loved the way my vagina felt as it clamped down on his cock seconds before I begin to cum. Oh boy, I thought, this one will be special!

“Ohhhhhhh Alaaaannnnnn, I’mmm cummmingggggggg,” I squealed with delight.

He was going to pull out, but I begged him to cum inside me. My vagina walls felt every spasm, every ejaculation of his cock deep inside me. Like I usually do at times like this, I hoped my contraceptive prescription worked, since he was certainly squirting right into my womb. Lying on his bed afterwards, he tickled me and said, “Now let me save some of that for movie cumshots, okay?”

I laughed and said I would, but I teased him by saying, “That means I’ll have to fuck all the other men here instead.”

He turned serious and told me that I didn’t have to be faithful to him, that if I wanted to, I could have sex with others. He said it, but I saw he hadn’t meant it. While we were in bed we missed the remainder of the day’s filming. We almost missed dinner too, but the crew was nice enough to save some for us. Sex made us both hungry so we wolfed everything down. When Alan belched, he was sheepishly apologetic, and I laughed my ass off. The cast and crew were hanging out around the house, some by the pool. All were drinking. A couple was smoking marijuana. Alan and I grabbed beers and sat with the others at poolside.

The women, including Maddy, wanted to know all about me. I told them stuff, like the movies I made for Mr. Ibanez, and I told them about school and things. One lady wanted to know how old I’d been when I lost my virginity. When I said thirteen, some thought it was cool and a few shook their heads. A couple of men joined us and asked more questions. One of them asked me if I’d been fucked by Ed Ibanez, and when I said yes, I’d done it on camera they were all amazed. “You took the whole thing?” one of the women asked.

“Well, not the whole thing, I said and they laughed before I gave them all the details.

One woman asked about Alan and me. I told them how we’d met and the scenes we did together and how he was special to me. Alan hugged me close and told everyone how special I was. We never used the “L-word” but it was there nonetheless.

Marc sat with us and started telling stories about the scene we did and how good an actress I was. I felt very proud. “This girl’s a natural, and God do I wish she could be in this video,” he said. He was looking at me and I knew he wanted me. Bad.

In bed later, Alan begged off sex, wanting to be rested—and “ready”—for the next day’s sex scenes. I was so hot and he knew it, so he did cunnilingus on me until I came, though it wasn’t as great an orgasm as I would have had from his cock in me. I slept really well. I sure loved sleeping with a strong man next to me; I felt so warm and secure. After a community breakfast in the morning, where everyone was talking about the activities of the day and who would be filming with whom, Alan got ready for his scene. He was supposed to be a private detective or something like that and his clients were all seducing him. He played the “reluctant fuck” (his words), and this morning was working with a girl named Sherri. She was a blonde, with big tits that had to be fake (weren’t they all?)

I had the usual reactions to watching Alan with another actress: jealousy and arousal. Maddy stood next to me as I watched the action. She turned and whispered, “You love him, don’t you?” I nodded yes. “Does he?”

“Love me, you mean? Yes he does. He cares a lot about me but we both know it can’t go any further than this.”

“That’s too bad. He’s such a great guy, and I heard you’re good at this sort of thing,” she said.

“This… ’thing,’ you mean making porn?”

“Well, yes, though I hate that word—porn. It’s adult entertainment, and there shouldn’t be any stigma to the whole thing. If adults want to watch us in the privacy of their own home then that’s cool, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it’s cool, I guess. I kinda like sex so much that I don’t even think about the camera being on when I’m doing it with one of these hunks, especially Alan,” I said.

“Wow, that sounds like me,” she said. She stopped talking as we watched Alan give Sherri a massive facial before Richard hollered “Cut!”

I shuddered, thinking once more about making it with Alan, though I didn’t envy Sherri for where he ejaculated. “I hate facials,” I said, and Maddy laughed.

“I hate ‘em too, though that’s what men like to watch, I guess.”

“When do you do your next scene?” I asked.

“Later today. I’m doing a three-girl.” She paused, and then asked me, “You ever been with a girl?”

“Yes.”

“On camera?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was cool.”

“I guess what I’m asking is whether you like women more than men. I’m okay with men, but I basically would rather be with another woman.”

“I guess I’m like the opposite,” I told her. “I like it with women but I like men much better.” My thoughts drifted away to memories of Glory and the time we spent together. It was a special kind of lovemaking between us with her being much older than me, like incest with a second mother perhaps.

We watched Alan get cleaned up, his scene completed. Before he came over to see me, Maddy leaned closer and whispered, “Before the week’s done, I’d like to have sex with you. Is that okay?”

Our eyes met, and I saw the lust. No matter how many times it’s happened, I can’t get over how men and women want me so, since all I ever see in the mirror is a skinny, small-breasted girl with a funny shaped nose and who isn’t particularly pretty. Do I exude something, like pheromones I’d read about? For whatever reason, their desire always triggers a likewise response in me. I whispered back, “Yes,” as my breathing halted for a couple of seconds.

“So, how was I?” Alan asked jovially when he joined Maddy and me.

I can never get enough of seeing his chiseled body and magnificent cock, so I drank in the sight of him before answering. “So-so, I think. Maybe your performance would’ve been better if it was me instead of her,” I said.

Maddy thought that was funny, and laughed, as Alan replied, “I think you’re right, Squirt. That is what Cassie calls you, isn’t it?”

“Don’t you be calling me that now too.”

“Okay, Squirt.”

We joked like that for a while until Maddy asked me how I knew Cassie. I explained how we met at the beach, and how eventually I got her into this business. I asked her why she wanted to know about me and Cassie.

“Oh, nothing really. I worked with her once and she went all bossy-bitch on us, like she was the star and we were just meat. I guess I don’t like her and I was afraid you were close friends, and not like me for it.”

“Naw, it’s okay. I know Cass can be like that sometimes.” My mind drifted to our time in the car on the drive up here, and what Alan had told me about her.

Later, Alan and I watched other people being videoed. It was plain to me how much of a voyeur I’d become; I watched these hard bodies get it on in twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes, and I’d get so horny my pussy itched. I needed Alan to scratch the itch, but he was too worried about not being ready for his scenes, so I started to think of Marc’s and Maddy’s separate propositions. I definitely wanted to watch Maddy’s girly threesome. Girls can pretty much always fake an orgasm, but it was difficult for me to tell if these girls’ cums were tongue-induced reality, or good acting. They were all very loud, and that turned me on even more. So, that’s when I went looking for Marc.

He sat at the pool’s edge, dangling his feet in the water. I sat next to him, but not before taking off my t-shirt, now only wearing my bikini bottoms. He looked appreciatively at my tits and I felt my nipples correspondingly stiffen. I knew that a lot of men liked small, pointy tits like mine with their slightly puffy areolas, which contrasts with what I’d always believed—that men liked really big ones.

Marc stared at my tits, and said, “They look happy to see me. Are they?”

I croaked, “What do you think?”

He moved closer and touched one of them, halfway between a caress and a squeeze. “I think you and I are going to have some fun.” At that, my crotch grew damp.

We slid into the pool and I slid his swimshorts off of him. My arousal got the better of me and I did the silly thing of trying to suck his cock underwater. It didn’t work. He said it was okay and took that moment to take off my bottoms. I rubbed his hard cock as he finger fucked me underwater. We were both so ready to fuck so we got out of the pool and went to one of the poolside lounge chairs. He lay down and I got on top of him. I cowgirled him, whipping myself up and down on his nice, hard cock, going faster and faster until the lounger started to make noises like it was about to collapse under us. I was so close to orgasm and my squealing told him so. Just then, he got me up and off him, stood, and picking me up dropped me onto his erection. This way was a dream of mine, and only Alan had been strong enough to fuck me like that. My e-mail friend, Brian in England had sent me a video link once that showed a petite woman with her arms around the neck of a muscled man by a pool, as he held her and raised then lowered her on his glistening wet cock. I always thought that was the sexiest vid I ever saw on the web.

Marc wasn’t as strong or muscular as Alan but he showed me he was fully capable of making this work. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my legs were around his waist. Up and down; in and out. He squeezed my ass cheeks as he held me, raising and lowering me in the long stroke it took to envelop his cock. He was deep inside me on the down-stroke when my fresh orgasm hit big time. I screamed and screamed as wave after wave of my orgasm undulated through me. I never felt or heard him cum but he must have, because when he finally lowered me so that my feet were back on the ground his cock dribbled the last remnants of his ejaculation.

“Baby, you are so hot and so tight. I still can’t believe you’re only sixteen the way you love to fuck,” Marc said, hugging me to him, before leaning down to kiss me. I was learning that on these video shoots, a lot of sex happens off camera, maybe because all these hot bodies are like me and get aroused easily. What we just did was a fairly normal occurrence, so nobody around the pool said anything, or even acknowledged our sex. The exception was the intense stare I got from Maddy on the other side of the pool.

I didn’t see Alan around. Marc must have guessed what I was thinking because he said, “Alan won’t be pissed at you, will he? I know you two got a thing going.”

“I don’t think so. Like, we know that there’s no future for us even though we love each other.”

“Wow! Love! You really both feel that way?”

“Yeah, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, Marc. You’re cute and all and sex was fun, but Alan and I are much more than that.”

“That’s sweet. I understand. I really do. Maybe I wish I found the woman who’d feel that way about me.”

“You will someday, because you’re a sweet guy and know how to make a girl feel good.”

“Thanks, but I’m not sure if being in this business hurts or helps.” He paused, like he was trying to find the right words. “You know, Candy, I didn’t use the word ‘woman’ lightly. You’re more of a woman that most I’d met. I really mean that.”

“Oh Marc,” I murmured, jumping into his arms and giving him a big kiss.

Maddy was still giving me the evil eye from the other side of the pool. I guess Alan was right about her sticking her nose in everyone’s business. I bet she’d even tell Alan I made it with Marc. Would he be jealous? One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to sleep with her now.

I went back into the pool, naked and loving it. Alex and another guy were in there along with one of the actresses whose name I couldn’t remember. I swam up to them, and Alex grabbed me and held me to him as he playfully described scenes I’d done for the camera. I chuckled as he regaled those in the pool with a loud voice with exaggerated stories about my sex scenes in Mr. Ibanez’s movies.

I stopped him, saying while poking him in the ribs, “C’mon, you make the Cleopatra three-on-one sound so gross. It’s not like I did a DP or anything like that.”

He hefted me over his shoulder so my ass was to everyone gathered around us. “Right, no anal for this little girl. Can you guys imagine how freakin’ tight this butthole is?”

Everyone else laughed but me. “Hey, my vagina’s tight enough for you dildos!” I said, surprising myself.

They all laughed even harder. “She’s sooooo right about that,” Alex said. That’s when Alex slid his finger into me.

He finger-fucked me so hard and so well that in less than a minute I was cumming, squealing like I usually do. His finger went as deep as it could and tickled something inside me and another wave of cumming washed over me and I was wetter than the pool water. Alex whispered that he could make me cum even more, and then he shocked me by moving his finger to my anus and sliding it into me. I gasped but didn’t try to stop him. He finger-fucked my ass with his middle finger at the same time his thumb stroked my clit. More people gathered around us in the pool. Some were actually cheering him on. I never wanted to find out what anal felt like, especially with these porn guys and their big cocks; however Alex’s finger was getting to me, the feeling completely different. My legs involuntarily thrashed the water as his finger and thumb massaged me, until I screamed, “Ooooooooooo Godddddddd!” so loudly my shrill voice surely echoed throughout the valley.

Alex kissed me before setting me down shaky-legged in the pool, saying, “See, your ass is as fine a place to cum as your pussy, maybe finer. You ready now for your first real anal?”

I couldn’t answer; maybe still in shock from his assault and my extraordinary climax. I hadn’t known he was watching until Alan spoke for me.

“Hey Alex, you’ve had your fun, so how about leaving the girl alone, okay?”

“Yeah dude, but if you heard her then you know she had her fun too.”

I looked up at Alan, standing at poolside, his face an indecipherable mask. I felt guilty for first Marc and then Alex having me, but not guilty enough to deny the fine orgasms I had with them. “It’s okay… I’m okay, Alan, I really am.” Without another word he turned and walked back into the house.

Instead of the expected wisecrack, Alex surprised me by apologizing.  “I know you two have a thing going. I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

I said the same thing to Alex that I’d said to Alan. “It’s okay. I like really am okay with what we did.”

Alex gave me another kiss, and said, “Where were girls like you when I was your age? Go after him, before he gets too pissed off.” He lifted me high out of the water and set me down on the pool’s rim.

I didn’t care if I was wet and naked. I went after Alan. Everyone looked at me funny; a naked teen running through the house dripping wet. I must have been quite the spectacle. I tracked Alan to our bedroom. “I’m sorry, please forgive me,” I said.

Instead of being angry with me, he smiled and said, “No, I’m the one who should be sorry. You’re a hot-blooded young lady that understands her sexuality like no one your age. It’s what I love about you, and what I know I’ll never find in this business.” I jumped into his arms and gave him a big kiss.

He hollered, “Hey, you’re getting me all wet!”

“So? You get me wet all the time.”

He laughed. “See what I mean? You’re like a sexy little devil.” Before putting me down, he looked into my eyes and said, “I do love you, you know I do.” I was going to speak, but my facial expression must have spoken for me, so he continued, “I know, I know, you’re not going to run away with me. You’re going to go to college and be somebody famous. If you didn’t do that then you wouldn’t be the woman I know you to be, regardless of your feelings for me.”

He said he loved me!

He called me a woman!

“I love you so much,” I said, then began to cry.

He held me tightly, and if someone saw us it sure would have looked strange: a skinny, naked, crying teen with a wet, tangled mess of hair, standing there being hugged by a tall, muscular, handsome, fully clothed man. He eventually said, “I know you love me. I just wish there was some way I could really earn that love short of being selfish and taking you away from your true future.”

I suggested that I get dressed and we go for a ride in his car. I figured the car would give us some privacy to talk and get us away from the porn scene for a little while. He had a brand new Charger that was like completely black, even the wheels. He told me stuff about its engine and how powerful it was but it didn’t mean anything to me. The car sure did look like it could go fast. I asked him if I could drive, and he reluctantly agreed, after asking me if I’d driven before. I told him I had, though the details of one such drive—driving Gerry’s Lexus through Hollywood—I failed to mention. I explained how I’d been taking drivers’ ed classes and soon getting my learner’s permit. He let me get behind the wheel even if he didn’t appear happy about it. The car sure did want to go fast, ha-ha, but I kept it at or below the speed limit as we drove through the Valley. I was lost but he seemed to know the area and told me where to turn.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry for fooling around with Alex and Marc and the other guys. It just, like, happened.”

“I admit, I did get jealous seeing you with them, but maybe that’s the silliest part; you’re a lusty little teenager and I sure know how much you love sex, so how can I expect anything else?” I was going to answer, but he shushed me, “Candy, we’ve had talks like this before. We love each other… yes, I know… but we can’t have a relationship, at least one that’ll work long-term while I’m in this business and you’re in high school. You are going to college, and I’ll keep doing the only thing I’m... qualified... to do to earn a living. That’s it. That’s the way it is. That’s the way it’ll be.” He paused, and then said, “I’d tell you again how much I love you, but the way you’re driving we’ll probably end up off the road.”

He was right.  I was so emotionally wrapped up in what he said that I was driving rather erratically. I pulled over and told him to drive. As we swapped places, he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, right there outside the car on the side of the road. Two cars honked in approval as they drove by.

I was crying, and even kissing didn’t alleviate the pain and confusion. Back in the car and moving again, I told him that he was correct, I was a horny slut and he was too good for me. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You’re the one who’s too good for me,” he said, taking his eyes off the road for a second and looking into mine.

I said, “I’ll wait for you. After college. Even if you’re still doing this, I’ll understand as long as we’re together.”

“Candy, you’re the sweetest girl I’ll ever know, but six years is a long time, and I know you’ll meet someone, someone special, someone better and smarter than me. So, don’t wait, don’t throw your life away. Don’t think about me, or this business. Don’t do it. Be the woman you’re meant to be. If later that means me, then I’ll be the luckiest man alive, but don’t think of me. Think of yourself.” I couldn’t stop crying. He was right, but it hurt nonetheless. This was heartbreak, the kind people write about, and now it was my turn to experience it.

When we returned, everyone in the house knew I’d been crying so they sort of kept their distance. By dinnertime, I felt better. I watched some scenes being videoed, and for the first time here, I truly reminisced about movies I’d made and scenes I’d done. For a brief moment, I had been a fourteen-year-old Cleopatra. Ah, the memories. I didn’t much like Ed Ibanez now, especially after what he’d done to his daughter’s psyche, but he had seen something in me beyond what a pedophile would see. He saw a hot little actress. I know that now. I decided to try acting, try drama, the theater. We’ll see how that works out, even if I kept my clothes on.

That night, Alan made love to me and it was the best ever. I lost count of orgasms, I had so many. When he climaxed, he gave me the most spectacular cum shot on my body, even by his standards. I lost myself in our sex, forgetting about everything else. The following morning, I called Cassie to ask about a ride home.

“So soon?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s time. Can you get away?  Are you done?”

She hesitated, which made me wonder for a moment if the call had been dropped, until finally saying, “Yeah, I’m done.  I have an appointment later this morning, then I’ll pick you up. Okay?”

Something about her voice was off, especially when she said the word appointment. Whatever, I said it was okay, and went to pack up my things.

A big gang bang scene was being filmed, and Alan was right in the middle of it. I stood on the periphery and watched him. He was a magnificent creature to watch; so sensual in his movements, almost like a dancer. I never really took the opportunity to watch him in action like this, to really study him. After all, most of the time I was either under, over, or in front of him, too close and too orgasmic to pay attention to him this way.

Richard, the director, wanted a big cumshot finale to the scene, but unlike what it looks like in the finished product, actors never ejaculate on cue. They videoed one after another’s cumshot in close-ups until eventually everyone shot their load, including Alan. They would edit the whole thing together later to make it seem like they all came close to the same time. Alan cleaned himself up and then joined me, wearing only a robe. “Are you okay? I wanna make sure you’re not leaving as sad as you were yesterday.”

“I’m okay,” I said. “I’m not sad.”

I lied.

We spent as much time together as the shooting schedule allowed. When Cassie called to tell me she was minutes away, I said goodbye to everyone. Horst, Marc and Alex all gave me kisses and told me how much they liked me and how they wished to “see” me again, which of course meant something more. Alan carried my bag out to the driveway. We kissed for a long time until Cassie’s car horn brought us back to reality.

“Stay in touch.  Don’t be afraid to call me, ever,” I said.

He told me he would call and let me know how he was, and what he was doing. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, even if we’ll never be together.”

He said, “Never say never.”

I turned away, and walked to Cassie’s car, afraid I would start bawling any second. She either didn’t notice my melancholy or chose not to mention it, since she uncharacteristically drove off without saying a word as soon as my stuff and I were in the car. I studied her as she drove. She had more than enough make-up on and her cologne was freshly applied, which made me wonder about her ‘appointment.’

“Your appointment was a John, wasn’t it?” I asked, ready to receive her wrath.

“None of your business, Squirt.”

I let it go. Besides her dolled-up appearance, she looked too hyper somehow, but I wasn’t about to ask about drugs after being rebuked asking her about the other thing. For miles the silence in the car was deafening.

Finally, heading south on the 405, she sighed and said, “Yes.” I knew enough not to ask her what she meant. I’d let her continue on her own terms. Eventually she said, “I’m an escort. Are you happy now?”

“Of course I’m not happy. Why?”

“You think there’s an easy answer, Squirt? Maybe I’m not making enough money. Maybe I’m addicted to this lifestyle. Maybe I need sex way too much. Maybe I’m too fucking lonely.” She was crying.

“But selling your body like that?”

“What the fuck have YOU done for the last three years? You sold your body too to that shithead Ibanez. You think I’m being used by my clients? Well, Ed Ibanez used you to make a fucking bundle, didn’t he?”

“Okay, so you justify it that way,” I said, pondering what to say next. “Then why are you crying if everything’s alright with it?” is what I said.

Another deep sigh; “I guess the dream never matched reality, that’s all.”

“If you need a friend, why don’t you call me? You’re not a secret to my parents like everything else. Call me, and we can hang out, pretend...”

“There’s no pretending anymore, Squirt. I have a life now and I’ll make the most of it.”

All I could say in reply was “Okay.”

By the time we got to my house, she’d pretty much pulled herself together. My mom seemed to be more attuned to my sorrow than Cassie’s.

“Why so early?” she asked. “I thought you’d be gone another couple of days.”

I told her I hadn’t liked the ‘camp’ program and asked to leave early. She asked if I was okay, and I put on my best happy face and said I was. Cassie and I were both better actresses than people might think.

I went back outside and gave Cassie a big kiss before she got into her car. The kiss was more than sisterly. “Take care of yourself, and please call me,” I said. She waved as she pulled away. I wondered if I’d ever see her again.

My mom and dad both sensed something was wrong but to their credit they didn’t bug me. I thought happy thoughts, which were mostly crazy dreams of Alan and me, married with kids, and that helped me avoid questions from my parents. I guessed that my false happy-face was holding up well.

That night in bed, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about everything. I made some decisions. I was going to make the most of the upcoming school year. I knew I wasn’t valedictorian material but at least I could try real hard over the next two years. I was going to college, no doubt about that. I vowed not to have sex until after high school. I wouldn’t see Alan or Jimmy if they called. I’d tried to be a ’normal’ teen girl, and failed. I had two more years of high school to see if I could do better. Everyone keeps telling me how womanly and mature I am for a sixteen-year-old. This will be my test to see if I am all that they say I am.

I’d keep trying.

 

 

 

FIFTEEN

 

No sex in over a year!

Ever since I lost my virginity at thirteen, I’d enjoyed sex. You’ve been reading about the movies and such, so I won’t re-tell that part of my story here. This past year, my junior year in high school, has been way different; I concentrated on school work and tried to be that normal teen like I promised myself I’d be. I’d kept in touch with Alan, but no one else from what I think of as my secret life. I never saw Jimmy around the beaches anymore, so I thought he’d moved away. I’d always keep Jimmy in a special place of my heart, remembering fondly that day on Redondo Beach when I spied on him changing into his wet suit, and of course what came afterward. Ed Ibanez on the other hand, knew better than to call me. He’d used me enough even though I never begrudged what he paid me for being in his movies. It was my college fund, after all.

The feedback from my assre.org “Open Letter” was mostly sweet. It was heartwarming that people were sad I wasn’t going to concentrate on writing any more stories. I did write one, “Aliya” (which everyone seemed to like) but mostly I was too busy with school to write more.

Anyway, my secret life wasn’t as secret any more, at least to my parents. I knew I had to tell them sooner or later especially because of the money. I dreaded the moment so much that when I told my Mom, it really wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. Dad was more difficult (as I guess any father of an only daughter would be), but Mom helped me break the news to him. Before I told him, we flew to Boston during spring break so I could visit colleges. I think Harvard is beyond me but maybe I’ll apply to MIT. More than likely though, I’ll go to a California school (Stanford is still my number one choice) but it was fun to travel back to Massachusetts where I used to live, and see relatives I don’t see much anymore.

Since I am an Excel wiz, IMHO, when school finished for the year I got a summer job in an office that wasn’t too much of a grind. I had a hard time concentrating on my work though because I kept thinking about Alan. He knew I always wanted to go to a nude beach, and he had told me about a beach on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe that he’d been to. We’d basically made a date for me to spend a week in that area with him in July. My parents weren’t thrilled. Neither one wanted to meet Alan regardless of how I felt about him. Maybe someday they’d come around.

As I had for the past few years, I pondered the irony of my teenage life. I knew how I could be with other people; I wasn’t the easiest person to be friends with, kind of stubborn, which I think I got from my mother. I got two invitations to the prom, one from Jacob, who chased me around like a puppy dog, and from another loser who’s a gang-banger wannabe, which I politely turned down. And here I was, about to spend a week with one of the hunkiest men I knew. Go figure. I assured my mom that I was okay not going to the prom (“Maybe next year” I told her) though I had a dream one night I was at my prom dancing with Jimmy. That dream made me sad when I woke up.

In late July that date with Alan became a reality. My folks still didn’t want to meet him. I don’t think they were ready so soon after me telling them, to meet a man almost twice their daughter’s age who was a porn actor and my lover. I was so happy to see him drive up. I jumped into his arms, wondering if my folks were watching out a window. We kissed for the longest time.

We eventually got to the 5, where he drove north. I leaned back in the passenger seat, losing track of what road we were on but trusting his driving. I didn’t want to stare, but I spent the time in silence looking at him. I watched his taut arms handle the steering wheel with nonchalance. Every once in a while he’d look over at me and smile. Our silence was comfortable somehow, like we didn’t have to talk to be connected. I wondered if that’s what being married would be like. I hugged myself, enjoying the imagery. A little while into the trip I asked him if he could play my iPod through his car system. He said, “Not that shit you call music,” and we both laughed so hard he almost went off the road. I really didn’t pay much attention since he was driving but at some point we were on I-80 and heading east. The mountain scenery was very beautiful (I did pay attention to that).

We ended up at a place called Incline Village, that Alan explained was on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe. We checked into the Hyatt Regency, which was an amazing hotel, much more than I expected. I watched the desk clerk and bellhop intently, but no one seemed to react to our age disparity after Alan registered us as Mr. and Mrs. The room was beautiful! He asked, “Shower first?” as I was shedding my clothes as fast as I could.

In the shower, I said, “Mr. and Mrs. huh?” as he began to soap me up.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“It sounds nice,” was my answer. I washed his cock until it was as thick and hard as it could get. He never got into the whole ‘how long is it’ bullshit that’s part of the porn machinery. I knew he had to be at least nine or ten inches long. He wasn’t as long as Ed Ibanez (who was?) but he was thicker and whatever he had was more than enough for me. We never made it out of the shower. Alan put me up against the stall wall and with my legs wrapped around him he nailed me good. With strong, muscular men like him, this was my favorite position. Considering I hadn’t had sex in a year, I knew I’d cum fast, and with Alan filling me up I’d be even faster. I squealed so loudly it was almost deafening in the enclosed space. I never knew if he came or not, since my orgasm was so intense. Besides, porn actors are often asked to ‘last’ without cumming, so if that’s what Alan did, I would accept it as natural thing for him to do.

We dressed up and he took me to a fancy restaurant here in the hotel. When he complimented me on my dress, he smiled and said except for some of the silly porn costumes this was the first time he’d ever seen me in a real dress and heels. “Makes those skinny legs of yours look fantastic,” he said with a smile that melted me even as I laughed at his teasing.

The dress wasn’t much (I hardly ever wore one) but it was short, and besides Alan I saw other men look at me as we walked through the lobby and restaurant. Alan was so handsome in a suit-jacket. “First time I’ve ever seen you with a tie,” I said in turn.

“And maybe the last,” he replied.  I saw a shadow cross his face which made me wonder what he was thinking. Could he have imagined the same as me? Men wear ties with tuxedos, don’t they? I wasn’t going to go there with him, at least not then.

We went to the casino afterwards and played the slots. I thought it was kind of cool (especially playing with his money!) but he grew bored fast. I saw that, and told him I was tired so we’d go back to the room. He saw right through my ploy. “You’re not tired. How about we find ourselves a nightclub and do some dancing.”

I said, “I’m not that good at dancing.”

He leaned close and whispered to me, “Dancing is like sex with your clothes on, so I bet you’d be good at it.” Yes, he made me blush.

One place wouldn’t let us in because I didn’t have ID, so we drove around Incline Village until we found a lounge that was playing music. He didn’t have a drink because I couldn’t have one, so we both had Cokes and he taught me how to slow dance. I let him sort of lead me around so it wasn’t much more than hugging him close, and I loved being in his arms. After all, I’d love to be in his arms forever. Before we left, he kissed me right there on the small dance floor, while the few that were in there stared at us, probably wondering about the young, petite brunette dancing with the well-built, older man.

He bought a bottle of Champagne and we took it to our room. We showered together but didn’t have sex. Instead we drank and talked about what we’d do all week. I admitted to him that the whole idea of being with him all week made me nervous, especially going to the nude beach.

“I guess I understand, Lin, even if we’ve slept together before and you’ve been naked a bunch of times in front of strangers. This is different and I’m not downplaying it at all. It feels different to me too.”

“It’s love, isn’t it?” I asked, looking up into his beautiful dark eyes. “I feel something when I’m with you that I can’t explain, so it must be love.” He didn’t say anything in response, he just held me tight. Naked in his arms never felt more right, more perfect.

After a few moments, he said, “It must be the Champagne talking,” and then he chuckled.

I laughed along with him. He knew what Champagne did to me, but I knew that he was kidding me too. I knew that he had difficult time saying the three magic words to me. Where our relationship would go long-term had been the subject of many discussions over the past couple of years, and we both knew the improbability of a high school teen marrying an older porn actor, especially when the teen had dreams of college. Especially when the man felt inadequate since he never went to college. It hurt me that he felt that way but there wasn’t much I could really do about it. I couldn’t really put words to what I was thinking, but I tried. “No matter what becomes of us, I’m happier than at any time in my life to be with you right now.”

He carried me to the bed, and our lovemaking somehow transcended anything we had done before, as improbable as that sounded. I didn’t think of positions. I didn’t think of anything. I just thought of Alan, the man, not the porn actor. I’m such an easy cummer (as you certainly know by now) especially if I’d had some Champagne, but it seemed tonight all I did was orgasm. I can’t describe what we did or how we did it. The sex was a blur, indistinct, almost other-worldly, if that makes any sense whatsoever. I kept on cumming and cumming and cumming, and there was no way I can view it with intellectual detachment, let alone describe it with mere words. Everything was raw emotion, and I wondered if, being the first time I ever felt this way having sex, it would ever be as vivid again in my entire life.

In the morning, I awoke to a smiling Alan looking down at me. “You look like an angel when you’re sleeping.”

“Does that mean I’m a devil the rest of the time?” I said as I stretched, and before pulling him down to me for a morning kiss. This hadn’t been the first time I spent the night in bed with a man, but somehow it felt like a first time to me.

The day promised to be a scorcher, so it would be great swimming and sunbathing weather (as long as we used sunscreen, that is). We had breakfast in one of the hotel’s restaurants before heading off to the nude beach. We both wore bathing suits, and Alan joked that they wouldn’t be on for long. We drove down a highway for a while until we turned off where a sign indicated we were going to Secret Harbor Creek Beach. I had pictured the place to be secluded and I’d pictured correctly. When we got to the beach I was overwhelmed by the sight of so many naked or mostly naked people. Alan and I spread out a beach blanket.

“Well, you ready?” he said, smiling broadly. Without another word down came his shorts. I still couldn’t explain my nervousness but I reluctantly let my top fall away before slipping out of my bikini bottoms. Alan gave me a hug before saying, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I was finally fulfilling one of my fantasies—visiting a nude beach—and now I didn’t know what to do. We sat around on our blanket and watched the crowd, which grew by the minute. There were people of all ages, including a few couples with small kids. One thing I didn’t see was another teenager. Alan pointed out three women who were walking along the lake’s edge. To say that they were well endowed in the breast area would have been an understatement.

“Maybe I should go over there and say hi,” he said teasingly.

“And maybe they’re in the same business you are by the looks of them,” I answered with my best pout, but he wasn’t buying it, so we both ended up laughing. He took me by the hand and we walked toward the water.

What mixed feelings I had. I’d envisioned something like this, but not to this extent. Every woman on the beach, no matter if old or young wanted to talk to Alan, to be close to him, really. All my emotions were laid bare like my body. I was extremely proud to be with him. I was extremely jealous of the easy manner with which he returned their attention. I felt so insecure when a large breasted woman spoke to us, knowing that I couldn’t compare in that department. I understood it all, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother me. I had to detach my feelings and look at him with cold logic. He was darkly handsome, beautiful even, and with the largest penis on the beach, no wonder the women flocked to him.

Maybe to mock them, or tease them in some way, when we were wading in the water (I was about mid-thigh deep) he lifted me in his arms like a baby and kissed me hard. God bless him, like he was showing everyone he was mine. The tongue duel went on for a long time before he gently lowered me back to the lake. The two closest women to us were staring wide-eyed at Alan, and when I too looked, the reason was obvious. While kissing me he grew semi-stiff. His cock was even more impressive when erect—didn’t I know it! From that moment on, we (okay, more Alan than me) were the most popular couple on the beach. Everyone talked to us, probing for details of who we were, where we were from, etc. In a roundabout way people wanted to know about our obvious age difference. We lied a lot.

One good-looking young couple openly wanted to know if we’d swap. Alan politely declined. Later, he whispered to me, “…Unless you wanted to…”

I told him I’d never swap him for anybody.

As the day progressed I became very comfortable being naked. It felt as good as I’d fantasized it would be. Being with Alan, sneaking glances at his magnificent body every so often, and teasing him while applying sunscreen made this nude beach seem like paradise on Earth. Alan asked me once how I felt, leaning close and saying, “Your arousal is obvious, little girl. Those puffies of yours must be tingling they’re so stiff. You’ve got that glow about you I know so well, and I bet you’re as wet as can be.”

“I wish we were alone so you could check out your hypothesis,” I said in a hoarse whisper.

“My ‘hypothesis’ huh?” He gave his cock a surreptitious shake. “I know how to test that hypothesis when we get back to the hotel.”

I swooned. He was right; I was so horny I could feel the moisture leaking down the crack of my ass as we sat on the beach blanket. I didn’t want to wait until we got back to the hotel. I wanted him to take me right there on the beach.

He saw my arousal. He said, “You’re the most amazing woman I ever met, you know that? I don’t care about your age; you’re more comfortable in your own skin than most women ever hope to be. You’re so damned attuned to your own sexuality,” he chuckled, “and maybe that’s why you have hair-trigger orgasms, and why you were so good in front of the camera.”

I laughed with him, but I doubted I was as “comfortable” in my body as he believed me to be. I immediately thought no way! But then I thought about how I had sex with older men, while being filmed no less, and how it seemed so natural to walk around naked between scenes. And here I was, a seventeen year old on a nude beach with the man I loved. I was very proud to be here with him. I didn’t really feel as jealous as I thought I might be with all the women ogling. Maybe that’s what he meant by ‘comfortable.’

Of course he knew what I wanted. He also knew how we were being looked at by others. He whispered, “Should we make another pass along the beach so everyone can be jealous of us?” We walked along the water’s edge once more, stopping to chat with folks, all the while with Alan’s arm around me. We were asked more questions about where we were from, how we met, etc. When asked where we worked, Alan deflected them since neither one of us could really be truthful on that front. One woman of about forty was brazen in her approach to Alan. With a man who I assumed to be her husband standing right next to her, she wanted to know where we were staying, and whether Alan and I wanted to party later. Obviously, I knew what she meant by ‘party.’ Alan was noncommittal, but like before he put his arm around me and made a humorous comment that his ‘party’ was me.

We soon left the beach, knowing we still had other days to bask in the sun. We rode around the lake roads, some better and more travelled than others. We reminisced about the movies we made two years ago out in the desert near Barstow. Then we talked about the first time we met, when I made the “babysitter” movie for Ed Ibanez at the house on Catalina in Redondo Beach. As he’d done before, he admitted how much he lusted after me that first time, but also that I scared him, not simply because of my age. He said that he saw right away that I wasn’t like girls my age, and that he knew being with me would “mess him up” during scenes. What he meant by that was that he would lose control, as he did when he came too quickly during filming and they missed the “money shot” as Jake called it.

During our silences, as I often do I reflected on how I got to this place in time. Who would have predicted that my curiosity about boys, a curiosity all girls have, would lead me to spying on the surfers that fateful day on the beach when I was thirteen? Who could have predicted that I’d see Jimmy changing that day, and that later I‘d have sex for the very first time? Who could have predicted that my best friend’s father would be a porn actor and producer and that he’d want me to be in movies? Who could have predicted that I’d make the movies I did at my age, and have great sex with so many hunks in the process? Who could have predicted that I’d learn so much and meet so many interesting people, like Glory, who in their own way made me who I am? Who could have predicted I would fall in love with a porn actor twice my age? I glanced over at Alan as he drove. He sensed I was looking at him and looked back, smiling. Yes, it was love. I felt it deep inside me. I was in love with him.

I guess love explains why I wanted him to pull over and fuck me right there on Highway 29. He said, “Why are you looking at me like that? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Oh nothing,” I answered, but then admitted how much I wanted to go back to the hotel and make love.

“Let’s have an early dinner first,” he said, even though he also chose that moment to reach over and cup a breast.

We headed back toward Incline Village and stopped at a cool Mexican restaurant called Hacienda De La Sierra. Alan knew how much I liked Mexican food so it was another good feeling to know he was thinking of me in more ways than sex. I kind of laughed to myself, contemplating that he would fill my belly before filling my vagina. As with every place around here, the restaurant had magnificent views. We had a big pile of Nachos Supreme, I had a “Gringo Verde” burrito, and Alan had a combo special of a taco and enchiladas. He also ordered a humongous margarita, and when no one was looking he moved the straw toward me and I snuck sips. He made funny faces as he ate, sort of rolling his eyes like it was the greatest meal he ever had, and when I giggled and he saw me looking, he exaggerated the faces which got me giggling even more. Later, my giggles were probably fueled more by the surreptitiously imbibed margarita.

“I still don’t know how someone so small can eat so much,” he said to me after he paid the check. Before I could answer, I burped, and that got us both laughing like lunatics as we left the restaurant, much to the consternation of the hostess at the door. Alan leaned close to me and whispered, “I bet she counts ceiling tiles while she’s being fucked,” indicating the dour faced hostess, who couldn’t be more than 30. We didn’t stop laughing until we were almost to the hotel.

We showered, and of course didn’t get out until we’d fucked, my legs around his waist and my back against the stall wall. After we dried off, I went into his arms and said, “I love you. I know that’s what it is.” He wanted to say something but I didn’t let him. I continued, “It’s ultimately not my decision to make, but I’ll be yours forever, if you want me that is.” I was so emotional I wasn’t sure exactly what I had said, but that was close to it.

We curled up on the bed and he tried to let me know how he felt. In many ways Alan was still a big kid. Maybe being in the amusement park-like make-believe world that was porn, he had difficulty expressing his true feelings, as maybe we all stumble once in a while I guess. He knew what I meant before about decisions. He explained that outside of the porn movie business, he didn’t have a skill and he wondered how his “second life” would be lived. I may be a kid, but I understood what he really meant: how could he be a breadwinner in a few years, no matter who he was in a relationship with. I think he was in some way explaining in his boyish roundabout way that he felt not worthy of me, which was the silliest thing. I didn’t care about stuff like that and I figured I never would. One thing Alan would never be was a deadbeat, so after his porn days were over I knew he’d find a profession he’d like.

Finally he said what he meant by all of his rambling. “I love you, Linda. Like you said to me a few times, it’s hard to know what love really is, but I think now I know. I need you, and think of you every waking moment of my life. When I’m in a scene, no matter who the girl is, I’m thinking she’s you…”

I interjected, “Do you lose control sometimes if you fantasize it’s me?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, sometimes, and it really pisses off the director.”

We laughed and hugged and kissed. That’s when he proposed to me. Sort of. He didn’t give me a ring or anything, but he started talking about marriage. I really didn’t have to think it over. I told him that I would marry him, but not until at least after my first year in college was over. He’d have to wait for two years or more I said to him, but what I didn’t say, and what I hoped he understood, was that the time would allow us to be sure of everything while allowing me to get my feet planted in school. He promised me a huge diamond but not until next year. He joked about me “being legal” and that he couldn’t see me walking the school corridors wearing a big diamond ring. He was right, that would be a silly picture. What came up later in our intimate conversation was if I’d marry him if he was still making porn. I told him that’s how I met him; I knew he was making porn with other women now, and questioned why the near future would make a difference. Even as I said it, I wondered if I really could contain any jealousy. I admitted something to him that I had a hard time admitting to myself. I told him that I still had a desire to make porn again, to be wild in front of that camera, to experience that thrill of being watched. I guess I missed that feeling more than I thought I did, even if I’d never do it again. “Maybe that’s why I’ve written about everything,” I told him. “To relive the thrill.”

He smiled and said, “Let’s pretend.”

To the invisible video camera, we fucked, shifting positions occasionally until I had my ass in the air and my head buried in a pillow, squealing with orgasmic delight. And just like in the movies, he pulled out and gave my ass cheeks a good coating; the proverbial money shot, though no director would applaud or yell “Cut!” Like finger paints, I daubed his cum all over me.

“I can make a mess, can’t I?” he said.

“You can make a mess like that on me anytime,” I answered.

I slept very well that night, the second night of my “virtual honeymoon.”

We relived the first day by going back to the nude beach after we had breakfast. Some of the same people showed up, but of course some new ones as well. Alan and I got naked and went into the water, which wasn’t as warm as it would be later in the day. I splashed him and then he grabbed me, picked me up high, and sort of spun around. I wrapped my legs around his waist and said to him, “I wish we could make love like this, right here, right now.”

He kissed me and then said “Me too, but even though we’re naked, no sex on the beach.”

“I bet you’re hard though.”

He was. When he set me down, I saw his erection, and so didn’t the rest of the sunbathers. I knew it would be like that, but when a man on a nude beach gets many more looks than all the women, then that says something. It says that I’m the luckiest girl alive. Mostly because of the nature of his work, Alan was a comfortable exhibitionist. His attitude was If I have an erection, so be it, let everyone look. He didn’t try to hide it. You know, I didn’t really mind either. After all, I would be the one to experience what the others could only dream about.

We were invited to “parties” which were excuses to get us somewhere to swap or at least to separate us. Like with yesterday’s couples, we politely declined. When we were alone, Alan said in a low voice, “See how all these men want you?”

I said to him, “Bullshit, it’s the women who want you. I’m like in a baseball trade, you know, the player to be named later.”

“Naw, you’re much more than that, my little sweetheart.” Even if I couldn’t jump him right then and there, at least kissing was acceptable on the beach.

After two days of judiciously sunscreened sunbathing, I was getting a good all-over tan. Obviously, I’d never had a ‘no-tanline’ tan this good before, and I was thinking about how I could show it off to friends back home. Of course that would mean telling all my secrets, like Alan. These last two days have convinced me how much of an exhibitionist I was. I loved being looked at, though I wasn’t being looked at here on the Tahoe beach as much as I’d been at the porn shoots. That told me something—despite my petite stature I didn’t look like a little girl anymore. Otherwise, as I figured out, everyone would have ogled me and questioned Alan and me being together. That was the part of our relationship I let slip my mind. As far as I knew, I still wasn’t ‘legal’ in California, so Alan still risked everything to be with me, and I couldn’t forget that.

The rest of the week was spent about the same way. Either we went to the nude beach or we hung by the hotel pool, then went back to our room and fucked before having a big dinner. He took me sightseeing, and I think we exhausted every amenity the hotel had, including sailing out on the lake on a huge catamaran. By week’s end the nude beach had lost some of its allure, and I was content to keep my bikini on and hang out with Alan at the pool and the hotel’s own lakefront. Two things would never lose their allure—sex with Alan and all the great meals. We did Mexican again and after gorging myself at the restaurant, later that night Alan kidded my pussy tasted like guacamole!

“That’s gross!” I shouted, but after that I screamed even louder (wink-wink)!

It was going to be very difficult not seeing him for a while after I got home. This week had been the best of my life, yet I knew that both of us had to get back to our regular routines, apart from each other. He had to travel to northern California for a series of video shoots, and I had a few more weeks of summer work before I began my senior year at RUHS. The morning before we checked out we made love for a long time. I couldn’t describe the position since we were wrapped together, sometimes him on top and sometimes me. Like usual he gave me so many orgasms I didn’t bother counting. I knew that men sometimes can’t go long, but Alan’s work in porn helped him do that. His stamina was my heaven. I never wanted it to end, though it had to sometime.

We were quiet on the long drive home. As I was, he was probably wondering about the future while savoring this past week. After the beauty of the lake and the mountains, the bustle of civilization that was Southern California was jarring. When we got close to the beaches, impetuously I asked him to come inside and meet my parents. He didn’t like my invitation. “They don’t want to talk to me, I know,” he said.

“Just the other day we talked about getting married. Why not get the hardest part over with right now? Meet them. Let them know you’re a regular guy and not some creepy pervert or something.”

“It won’t be pretty,” he said.

It wasn’t.

I nearly dragged him into the house. My folks weren’t openly hostile but you could still feel the heat. I thought Alan did a wonderful job of explaining how much he loved me and that he would never hurt me. We didn’t spring the proposal on them—that would have been too much for them to take all at once. My dad (as dad’s are supposed to do) was clear in reminding Alan about my age, and how important college was to me, as if I hadn’t been telling him the same thing. All in all, the only thing we did was break the ice, though it would take quite a bit more to melt that ice completely.

My mom was weird though. I expected more arguments from her than we got. It wasn’t until later that I figured out why—she had been aroused by Alan! I bet she creamed her panties looking at him and imagining what he looked like under his clothes. The idea should have creeped me out, but it didn’t. My mom had always been open with me about sex, so I knew she still liked it. I bet she’d have some interesting dreams for a while. I knew we’d talk about Alan and love soon, since she is that kind of mom.

Out by his car, we kissed long and hard. I wanted him to fuck me one more time before he left, and he knew that’s what I was thinking. When our lips parted, he said, “I won’t let so much time go by again. I’ll see you soon, Candy doll.”

Would I actually be able to concentrate in school, waiting until the next time we made love?

 

 

 

SIXTEEN

 

Life was good. I hadn’t planned on any more “diary” entries. I wasn’t going to write any more erotic stories either, but I have. I wasn’t going to write this all down, but hey, that’s what I did.

As I began my senior year in high school, I dreamed of two things: being Alan’s wife someday, and going off to college. In my mind, the two were probably mutually exclusive. If I wanted to succeed in college and be a scientist I needed to concentrate. Thankfully Alan understood all that and was willing to wait.

Waiting didn’t mean celibacy, though Alan and I had amazing sex every time he was away from a movie shoot and came to visit me. Even though the man basically fucked for a living, he always saved the best of himself for me. Our lovemaking sessions were marathons with multiple orgasms guaranteed. My lover, with his superb, large cock would whisper how virginally tight I was as he fucked me hard, even though my vagina had long since adapted nicely to large, porn star cocks.

Now that my parents knew about him, we could be more open about seeing each other. Like our nude beach vacation to Lake Tahoe, I’d spend nights with him at his hotel when he visited, and then he’d drive me to school the following morning, initiating a lot of inquisitiveness from classmates who saw me get out of his expensive, brand new Range Rover. They all wanted to know who the hunk was, but I’d kept my secrets this long, why tell everyone now?

At the beginning of November, I began thinking of Thanksgiving. I mentioned the holiday in conversation, maybe to assess how Alan felt about it, seeing he didn’t have any family to spend the holiday with. I wanted to invite him to my house, but I thought he’d want to avoid the tension. When he showed interest I asked, “You really would want to have dinner with us?”

“You want me… us to be a normal relationship, right? And if we are going to get married, then I need to get to know your parents better, and let them get to know me.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry if I sounded weird. My God, Thanksgiving!” Then I added, “I’m sorry. I’m too selfish. I thought of my family, and not that you have no one to spend the holiday with like I do. I’ll set it up with my folks.”

“You’re not selfish at all. I’m the selfish one since I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

“Does that mean you won’t let me make any more movies if I wanted to?” I said with a chuckle.

He laughed, “Why? Is that what you want?”

“Not really. I’m just kidding.”

“You know that I’d be all for it if that’s what you wanted. I mean, you’ve accepted that I’m still in the business.”

“In some way it’s weird not being totally jealous. After all, that’s how we met, and maybe that’s why I’m okay with it.”

To that he said, “And that’s why you’re the woman for me.”

I’d just turned 18 and yet thinking of myself as “woman” remained elusive. I’d filled out some during my teen years but basically I was still fairly petite and shorter than most of my high school friends. Of course, womanhood wasn’t simply stature. I loved Alan so much because in his own way he combined tremendous maturity with boyhood joie de vivre. I supposed if you don’t have a bit of both, being a porn actor would drive you nuts (maybe that’s why so many are drugged out zombies). So now I not only had the tense nerves waiting to hear about my early decision admission to college, but I just added the tension of Thanksgiving dinner with Alan and my parents. Making porn movies was easier by far!

Thanksgiving turned out to be amazing. Alan wore a fantastic pin-striped suit he must have spent a mint on, and in which he looked as handsome as ever. He greeted my parents warmly, though at first they were cool towards him. It wasn’t the first time they’d talked to him, but it really was the first chance for them to get to know the real Alan, not what they thought about him based on his occupation (and the fact he’d “stolen” their daughter’s heart).

During dinner (traditional all the way, with turkey, gravy, cranberry sauce, etc.) Alan was very open about his work. Dad didn’t really want to hear about it, but Mom asked lots of questions. Her questions confirmed what I already knew; my mom was a sexy older lady who still loved it. Besides my petite frame, I must have got that from her too. Mom and Alan talked about safe sex, with Alan explaining that the company he worked for demanded it, and that all the actors and actresses got tested for STDs regularly.

He admitted that he knew I was underage when we first met, and that he felt protective of me. When my dad questioned his motivation, Alan coolly explained that I seemed very mature and that to him it looked like I knew what I was doing. He said he wasn’t a pedophile, and that even then he was falling in love with me. “I’ve never met a woman until then that I ever thought I could spend my life with,” Alan said. “I know that the business doesn’t lend itself for meeting the right people; however all I needed was to meet one.” He looked at me while he said that, and I saw his immense love for me in his eyes. I think my folks did too.

After complimenting my mom on the excellent dinner, Alan explained how he’d invested well and hoped to get a degree once he got too old to do his kind of work. He joked about having to “keep up with” me as far as education went. Since I’d known him Alan’s been a bit insecure about his lack of a college education, though he is quite a smart man. He got my dad talking about his high-tech career and about my expected major, Biomedical Engineering. Dad was still Dad, but he did warm up some.

On the other hand, Mom was “warm” enough already. Alan, the sly devil, went out of his way to talk to my mother and compliment her. Later I whispered to Alan that I bet my mother’s panties were wet. Before we left to go to Alan’s hotel, he promised my mom and dad that he wanted to marry me but that no way would he do anything to mess up my chance at college and the future career I wanted.

Once we left, Alan said he agreed with me about my mom. “You think she’s jealous?” he asked with a silly grin on his face.

“She is horny though,” I said, “and that means my father will get lucky tonight.”

After a good laugh, Alan said, “Not as lucky as me.”

Later, I truly was the lucky one. I’d probably written this too many times already, however here’s one more time—Alan is a lover by profession, and there is no way I’ll ever grow tired of him making love to me. He fucked me several times during the night in a few of my favorite positions. My orgasms were sublime. The first time, no sooner in his room and undressed, was doggie style. He intuitively knew what I wanted. He held onto my hips and pounded me hard; my knees bouncing off the bed with each thrust of his perfect cock. It WAS just the way I wanted it. The orgasm had me squealing so loudly I knew people in adjacent rooms could hear me.  We didn’t care; I was legal now.

We watched television for a while and drank champagne (what else?) He took me again in the missionary position, much slower this time with lots of eye contact and my legs wrapped around his superb ass. I get a double whammy that way: I’m spread wide so I get his full measure in me, and I get to feel his great ass muscles flex as he goes in and out. After this session (another full condom—I wasn’t on birth control for the time being because of medical reasons I won’t spell out) we talked about Thanksgiving with my parents and what I thought of how it went down. We talked about my nervous anticipation of college. We talked of marriage. We talked of spending time together around Christmas. Would that be my Christmas present—an engagement ring? I fell asleep with that thought playing through my mind.

I had an amazing sex dream where I was in a gang bang orgy with at least a half dozen men and Alan pulled me away from them and did me anally while they all looked on in wonder. I awoke with a start and a sopping wet pussy. I had been sleeping nestled against Alan’s warmth and I felt his semi-rigid cock ‘nestling’ back. The anal sex dream was interesting, since I’d never done it, being so petite and all, not wanting to be hurt. The dream however let me know that the desire resided in my subconscious mind. I moved down in the bed and took him in my mouth. I may have a small mouth to go along with the rest of me, but one thing the porn business taught me was how to give a decent blow job. I knew he woke up when I heard him utter a moan.

“Mmmmmmm. This is a nice treat to wake up to, though it sure isn’t dawn yet,” Alan said as I sucked his cock. I wanted him to fuck me again, I really did, but something took over within me and I gave him the best BJ I think I ever gave (at least ones not in front of a video camera). “Do you…?” he said, the obvious left unsaid. I nodded but otherwise kept up my rhythm. He’s already so huge, and yet he swelled up (it still amazes me how a man’s cock can get perceptively fatter, no matter how hard he already is, just before he cums) before he let go one stream after another to the back of my mouth. I swallowed all I could but choked anyway.

“That was for you,” I finally managed to say. “You always think of me first in sex so this time it was my turn to think of you.” I fell asleep with the comforting taste of him in my mouth.

It still wasn’t dawn yet when I felt his cock nudge my ass. Spooning against him, I slid him into my soaking wet vagina (another dream?) and almost immediately felt him swell to fill me. Probably still half asleep, he moved against me with slow, deliberate thrusts until I squealed again in orgasmic bliss. Thankfully, he didn’t cum this time—no condom!

Before we got out of bed in the morning I rolled a fresh condom onto him and rode him like no cowgirl ever rode her stallion before (I know, it’s a cheesy line, but the devil made me use it). I loved fucking like that with the biggest of men, since I could control things at my own pace (and depth). I’d learned that early on in making the porn movies. All the directors said it captured well on video, saying I was a good “spinner” and “great moves” came natural to me.

He splurged for room service breakfast, and while eating we planned out the next two days. Most of Friday and a part of Saturday we spent driving around the beaches. I got to show him all my haunts and hangouts, including the Redondo pier. We ate dinner at Kincaid’s, and I reminisced about all the times my dad and I ate here and places like Old Tony’s; our father-daughter times I miss a lot.

The reminiscing continued when we drove by the house on So. Catalina, the one Ed Ibanez had rented and where we made the “Young Cleopatra” movie. The rest of the day Alan and I talked about that video shoot, our scenes together, and the crazy ersatz “Egyptian” wardrobe. “You really astonished me,” Alan said. “I kept thinking how a girl your age could be so into it, so professional in that setting. You were so cute and friendly; I think I fell in love with you then and there. The director… I don’t remember his name… really loved you too, like a father. All the vibes on that set… in that house… were amazing to me. I never felt anything like it before.

I reminded him that the director’s name was Jake, and agreed that he’d been like a surrogate father to me at a time I was most vulnerable. I wondered how he was doing and whether he still did work for Ed.

One thing Alan didn’t want to talk with me about was Cassie. I guessed she was really fucked up now, and he didn’t want to gossip. I vowed to look her up and see if I could help her in some way.

Saturday he took me to an exclusive looking boutique, close but not quite on Rodeo Drive, and bought me a slinky, glittery mini-dress. I nearly died when I heard the price. That night he took me to an L.A. nightclub. They seemed to all know him, and he got the VIP treatment, including getting me into the place and drinking without being carded. My dress was a hot number that I wouldn’t have dared buy on my own. Wearing only a thong and no bra underneath, I felt sinful, and since it was very short I knew that while dancing I was providing entertainment as only a few other ladies were. Several hunky guys copped feels as I danced by them, and I (and Alan, it seemed) didn’t mind. I even got bookended by a couple of buxom twenty-somethings; one caressing my ass while the other was ogling back-and-forth between my body and Alan’s crotch. Later Alan teased me, “I bet THAT would be a foursome… those two babes plus us.”

“Hey, I’m horny enough as it is, don’t make it worse!” I said, and then giggled when I realized a few people around us heard me.

“That’s okay, since I want you all to myself. Forever.” His eyes bored through mine as he said it, and suddenly it was as if we were the only ones in the club. In bed later, our lovemaking was worthy of a XXX video. By Sunday morning I was sore and nearly walking bowlegged!

When Alan dropped me off on Sunday, Dad didn’t have much to say, yet Mom and I had a nice talk. Like before, she explained that it would take a while for my dad to accept Alan not only for who he was but also because of all my lies and secrets. She also gave me some insight that part of my dad’s problem with Alan was that he was so diametrically opposed to him, both in personality and in life outlook.

“Is Dad jealous?” I asked, and Mom admitted that that may be part of it.

“You’re his one and only, you know,” she said with a smile. 

We talked about the future and it gave me another chance to reiterate that college came first for me, and that Alan understood. I told her about my expectation that Alan would give me a ring at Christmas. She wanted to know if I really loved Alan and that he loved me. Of course I was still a teenager so what did I know about love? I explained that all I had to go by was my heart, and my heart said that I loved Alan. I believed that Alan’s love for me wasn’t superficial. “My heart says that Alan loves me too,” I said to her.

“Our hearts are sometimes all we have to go by,” she said before giving me a big hug.

We’d never really talked about the porn movies before now, however she brought up the subject with a question about sex. “You must like it,” she said, “so Alan must be quite the lover too, I imagine.”

I smiled.  “Now who’s jealous?”

She laughed but admitted that Alan was a hunk and because he was a porn actor she had imagined how big he must be. I assured her that he had the best of equipment and knew how to use it. My mother had always been open about things sexual, but I never imagined we’d ever have a “girl talk” about sex like this one. I saw the dreamy look in her eyes, so I didn’t have the heart to tease her by saying how great it felt. After all, I didn’t have much experience with small ones (even Jimmy was huge to a skinny, naïve, 13-year-old virgin). The real interesting part of the conversation came next. I told her about some of the scenes, including with multiple men like in Young Cleopatra. When she seemed worried I assured her that they never hurt me. That’s when her worry turned into something completely different. Wet panties time!

I then took the initiative and went to talk to my father. Before he could say a word, I climbed onto his lap much like I used to do when I was a little girl and told him I loved him, and that he was the best dad ever. I apologized once more for all the deception that has hurt him.

He said something like “I’m the one who should apologize. I’m sorry for not believing that you were still the smart girl I raised. I can never be pleased with what you did, but I can never be displeased with who you are. It’s just hard for your father to let go of his Candy.”

We hugged and kissed (father-daughter kisses—don’t get the wrong idea!) before I said that he didn’t have to ‘let go’ of anyone, and that I would always strive to make him proud of me.

That was my momentous Thanksgiving weekend.

December sure felt like a long month. I grew more and more nervous as Christmas approached, looking forward to seeing Alan again and waiting to hear from Cal Poly for early decision. That’s where I had decided I wanted to go to college.

I won’t detail everything that happened around Christmas. I did get the two presents I wanted more than anything else. I got my acceptance letter from Cal Poly SLO, and I got my ring from Alan. My ‘rock’ must have cost him a mint; it was so beautiful, and I cried when he slipped it onto my trembling finger. As we poised on the brink of 2012, I was now an engaged, college bound woman!

I still had high school to finish, however my diamond ring quickly made me a celebrity. When I showed girls a picture of Alan, many of those who had never seen him drop me off at school didn’t believe he was real. Of course, the same girls thought my ring was a fake, too. What did I care, I had Alan and they didn’t. Only my closest friends knew what Alan did for a living.

As winter turned to spring, I petitioned the school to allow Alan to be my date for the Senior Prom, but even with him being my fiancé, they wouldn’t bend the rules. He was too old. Instead, Alan told me he’d surprise me with a special ‘prom’ of my own. When he told me this he had the boyish gleam in his eye; so then I knew that the surprise would be kinky or crazy. No prom for me, but I couldn’t wait for the date anyway.

Because I wasn’t writing stories anymore, most of my long-time correspondences dried up to only a few. One e-mail friend, Brian from England, wrote me that he was sick and facing a serious operation. I feared the worst when after that I didn’t receive any e-mails, and haven’t heard from him since. All I could do was pray that instead of dying, maybe he just didn’t want to converse with me anymore. I’d most likely never know, thus the anonymity of the Internet.

My dad and I are all patched up now. He told me he was worried that I was looking so much to the future I wasn’t savoring my last high school year. I took it to heart by trying to enjoy my friendships and let the future take care of itself. He keeps telling me that he had no worries about how well I’d do in college, and that Alan was the luckiest man alive. I surprised him by giving him the biggest kiss. I embarrassed him a little but I wanted to show him one more time how much I loved him and that in many ways I was still his ‘Candy’ as he nicknamed me so long ago.

As Prom Night approached, Alan strangely asked if my best friend Hannah was going to the prom. When I told him no, he surprised me by asking if it would be okay for her to join us on our date. Hannah has battled a weight problem through high school, but she wasn’t fat. Her biggest problem was poor self-esteem. She’d lost her virginity to a total loser, and seemed to attract only the dullest boys. After my ‘secret’ was out she was one of the few friends who actually met Alan. After that, that’s all she ever talked about.

“What was he like in bed?”

“Was he really big?”

“Did you make it with him in front of the camera?” were some of her incessant questions. (She didn’t know EVERYTHING about me, after all.)

When he asked me about Hannah, I said, “Why? Does your little prom plan involve sex in any way? Because, let me tell you mister, I won’t entertain a threesome or anything like that.” He assured me it wasn’t about sex with him or me. I didn’t know what he had planned, but he’d never played games with me before so I had to assume it would be good.

That evening I wore the slinky dress he bought for me on Thanksgiving weekend. After he picked me up he refused to tell me where we were going. When we picked up Hannah, she already had the glow about her, and it wouldn’t have surprised me to find out she’d masturbated before dressing. Her black dress wasn’t any way as sexy as mine, but it did look good on her nonetheless, contrasting nicely with her dirty blond hair. Her first question to me was whether or not she looked fat in it. She didn’t, and I assured her of that fact. As we drove toward L.A. Hannah directed her full attention to Alan, wanting to know more about where we were partying. Truthfully, if we weren’t going anywhere, Hannah’s full attention would still be on Alan. All he’d say was that we were going to a private party.

He drove to a city block place that looked to be a deserted group of warehouses. We pulled up in front of one of the dilapidated buildings and I was shocked when a man in what looked like a valet’s jacket immediately came out and approached the Range Rover. Alan nonchalantly turned the driver’s seat over to the guy before escorting us from the vehicle to the door. As we entered what ended up being a vestibule, the largest man I ever saw met us, nodded to Alan, and held the next door open for us.

“What club is this?” I asked as we entered the dim, music filled room.

“A private club,” Alan enigmatically answered. “Don’t worry, you’ll know people here.”

Know people? Who would I know but…? Suddenly a man came up to me quickly and lifted me off the floor and into his strong arms. “Damn, it really is you! I didn’t believe your buddy here… oh sorry, your fiancé… when he told me. You’re the sexiest little thing, and now you’re legal!”

“C’mon Rod, put me down. My legal status never bothered you when you were fucking Cleopatra, did it?”

“Maybe a little,” he said.

I chuckled. “There’s nothing ‘little’ about you,” I said as I gave the front of his pants an affectionate squeeze. The man often called Big Rod in the porn business was one of those who, along with Alan, got to stretch my pussy in Ed Ibanez’s Young Cleopatra movie.

Alan’s comment about knowing people here made sense now. This was a party of the porn-producing crowd. While Rod and I talked, Alan greeted everyone else, introducing an awestruck Hannah as my friend. Rod was soon joined by a host of others I’d worked with, such as the brash Horst, the fiery red-haired (and big boobed) Cherry, and Alex, he of the flowing blond locks.

And then there was Santiago. “Eighteen now, huh?” he said before pulling me to him and kissing me. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like you, Candy. Look at you, Alan’s a lucky man; make sure he never forgets that.”

I was surrounded by friends, and that’s what they were, I realized. I was underage when they worked with me. They could’ve gone to prison. But somehow I touched each of their sometimes jaded lives in a way that made them remember me beyond the sex. I can’t explain how gratifying this reunion made me feel. And then I realized that was exactly Alan’s intent. On the night my Senior Prom was being held, and all the usual memories that go along with it for all high-schoolers, he was showing me some things I was too young to recognize at the time; memories I was just getting around to understanding fully. I was also learning more and more every day about what love really is.

I was quite occupied, but every once in a while I’d espy Alan and Hannah talking to others. Hannah couldn’t hide the fact that her panties were probably soaked; she was so taken by the gorgeous porn actors and actresses. I wondered if Alan’s plan included getting Hannah laid. Now that would be interesting.

The party in many ways was like a family reunion. We all mingled, talked, danced and drank. After a while a dazed Hannah pulled me into the ladies room. “You really did have sex with all these guys!”

“You didn’t believe me?” I said, but I was smiling. She wasn’t drunk, at least yet, but she sure was horny.

“Do you think any of them would…you know…?”

“Yes, most of them will fuck you. Is that what you want?”

She nodded vigorously, and then giggled. About ten minutes later I saw Hannah and Big Rod dancing. Rod caught my eye, smiled, and made a slight hip thrust to indicate to me his intentions. Good for Hannah. Rod will have her singing.

Finally, with a champagne flute in hand, I plunked down on a sofa next to my lover. He was watching Hannah and Rod too. He said to me, “I hope she knows what she’s getting into, or more appropriately what’s getting into her.”

“She has to find out… like I did,” I said, and then thanked him for bringing me here. “I guess you know me better than I know myself.”

He laughed, “Don’t give me that shit. I don’t think I know anyone more self-aware than you.”

Just then Rod led Hannah toward a side door. I asked, “Is that a bedroom?”

Alan said, “Sort of. This place gets used by a swingers’ club most of the time, so there are several ‘play’ rooms, including a big public room so if you wanted you could watch and be watched. That room,” pointing the door Rod and Hannah had just used, “is a private room, I think.”

“Besides Hannah, will there be a lot of sex tonight? I mean, you guys do it for a living and you all work together.”

He said, “Oh yes, there’ll be sex tonight. For example, Santiago and Cherry will be working together in a couple of weeks, and they’ll want to test out a few things, if you catch my meaning.”

“Who are you working with next?” I asked.

He looked at me, probably analyzing my motivation for asking. “There are a few here, but I don’t need trial runs. I’ve worked with them all before.” He figured it out. Jealousy had spiked within me, something I’d convinced myself wouldn’t happen. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Hannah’s voice first shouting “Oh my God!” before uttering several loud “Ohhhhh” sounds. Alan chuckled and then said, “You’ve told me how Hannah was one of your few friends who you told about the movies, and how she kept bugging you for all the salacious details. Well, I figured out she had self-esteem issues the first time I saw her. I calculated that getting her a taste, so to speak,” he chuckled again, “would go a long way in fixing that.”

It was my turn to chuckle as more screams emanated from the room Rod had taken Hannah. Whether they were orgasmic screams or not, I couldn’t tell. The noise got the attention of the rest of the partiers though. When word spread that Rod was doing a “civilian” (and a teenager to boot) a crowd gathered by the door which was soon cracked open so the voyeurs could see for themselves. (I used the term “civilian” since that’s what I’d heard Jake the director call non-actors and non-crew at a porn location. There were other civilians at this party besides me and Hannah; some of the attendees were with their spouses or significant others.)

“I know, you want to see, too,” Alan said as he took me by the hand and led me to join the voyeur crowd.

I looked between the gawkers to see glimpses of Big Rod nailing my best friend from behind doggie-style. Hannah had her head back and was howling like a she-wolf might howl at the moon. I was happy to see Rod was wearing a condom, which shone nicely from the glistening wetness it was plunging in and out of.

Big Rod grunted, signaling his orgasm. When he eventually pulled out, a cheer rose up from the onlookers. Hannah must have been too well-fucked to be embarrassed that she’d put on a show. It looked as if Alan was right again. Alan leaned in behind me and whispered in my ear, “I bet we could put on a show to end all shows.”

I smiled back at him, saying “Most of these folks have already seen that show.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, with all my heart,” I replied, remembering how difficult it had been at first for him to say those three words.

No, we didn’t put on a show. On the other hand, Hannah did, this time with Horst and another guy I didn’t know double teaming her senseless. No doubt Hannah would be sore by morning, but hopefully she’d feel better about herself. I spent some time talking with Santiago and Alex about their work and love lives after I gave them the lowdown on my quickly approaching college days. When I asked about Cassie, Santiago just shook his head. I guess she’d descended too far, and I blamed myself. Alan overheard the last part of the conversation. He stepped next to me and said, like he read my mind, “Don’t blame yourself for it, sweetheart. Cassie’s that kind of girl, you know, maybe doomed from the start. It’s not your fault.” He was correct, but his words didn’t make me feel better.

We saw Hannah again after she’d been fucked by another stud. By that time it was early morning and I figured she’d better be getting home before someone screwed her bareback and got her pregnant or worse. I corralled her into the ladies room where I helped her clean up, straighten out her dress, and reapply some makeup. She thanked me profusely for bringing her along. I told her the truth that it was all Alan’s idea and that the party had been a surprise for me too. "They all think I'm pretty!" she declared. Whether improved self-esteem or delusion, she was happy, and that’s all that mattered I guess. When we went back to gather Alan, she gave him a big kiss as thanks, but not before she felt his crotch, and with a bewildered smile on his face he gave her ass a squeeze in return.

After taking Hannah home, we went to Alan’s hotel room. There, it finally was our turn to put on a show, though no one was watching.

Oh, the stories she told at school the following week! Thankfully her tales of getting laid by porn stars were not believed by many. She did carry on with a new glow about her, though.

There’s not much else to write about. I tried to capture the conversations as I remembered them.

I studied hard for finals, did well, and prepared for my journey to San Luis Obispo in July. I’d bought a new car, a sporty little Ford Focus hatchback. Nothing showy for my new life away from home but it was cute and had enough pep for me. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll find a cool job when I get there, before the September rush. Or maybe I’d join Alan in one of his movie projects if he’s not that far away. In reality, I didn’t know if I’d ever make another movie, but at least now I’m legal!

 

 

AFTERWORD

 

And that’s it.

That’s how it all went down.  I changed some names for obvious reasons, and conversations were written based on my best recollection.  But it all happened as I’d written it.

Almost four years of college later and I’m getting ready to graduate.  Alan and I are planning on a fall wedding.  We don’t want a lavish affair but it will be beautiful.  Trust me.  I laugh to myself when I think about my parents meeting Alan’s friends in the business for the first time.

And yet I grow somber when I think about those who won’t be there, like three of my grandparents, an uncle, as well as Cassie and Jimmy.  I never heard from “Glory” again either, and I soooooo wish she could see me get married and how I turned out.

For those interested, fiction stories I wrote during my teen years are still up on ASSTR.ORG.  Here is the address to my page:

My Candy web site

The Stevesaint stories I mentioned in these pages are also on ASSTR.ORG.  Look for them, along with his others.

To get to this point I can only assume that you've read the whole thing.  I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did living it.

I can’t thank Kamilla Murphy enough.  We ‘met’ a few years ago through the ASSTR web site, where old fans know her as “Donna M.,” and we’ve kept in touch ever since.  I love her work and proud that she helped put this all together for publication.  What I won’t tell you is how we will split the proceeds if it get's published and sells LOL.

Candy

January, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Linda “Candy” Miller is just as she’s written, a fourth year college student in California, working toward graduation and a BS degree.  Her porn years are behind her ... forever.

 

Kamilla Murphy is the author of bestsellers "Unwrapping Wet Amber," and "Stimulation"; novels "Deep Penetration," “Watching January” and “The Missionary Position” as well as novellas “Sailing to Ecstasy” and “The Magistrate’s Witches” along with other works of erotic fiction.  She’s an engineering professional, wife and mother of two great teens living in northeastern Massachusetts, hard at work on her next novel called "The Sex Farm", which she'll then follow with a much anticipated sequel to "Unwrapping Wet Amber."

You can e-mail her at [email protected] to let her know what you think.

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