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At the Gym
by Anonymous (sjmarky@earthlink.net)

***

Liz was a regular at this health club, working out at 
least three times a week, sometimes more. It provided 
some needed stress relief from her daily grind in 
software sales. Plus, she knew it helped her look good 
too. (MF, affair)

***

She had her eye on one of the guys. He was maybe late 
twenties, seriously buffed, but not one of those weird 
body-builder types. She introduced herself once, knew 
his name - Jason. And exchanged the usual hi-how-ya-
doings. He seemed nice enough.

She learned his routine after a while, and could track 
him throughout his workout. Light nautilus machines, 
heavy abdominal, and then major stair-climber workout. 
He would stay on his machine for over twenty minutes, 
which wasn't that unusual. The incredible thing was he 
pumped small barbells in each hand the whole time. 
Major cardio.

One Friday night they were both waiting for stair 
climbers. The club was packed, and every machine was in 
use. Somehow this seemed like a perfect opportunity to 
cut him from the pack. "Hi, Jason. Stuck in line, too?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. Joint's a zoo tonight."

"Sure is. You know, it's kind of a waste waiting here. 
You want to take a run instead?"

The person if front had just started. "Why not? I'm not 
getting anything out of sitting here. How far do you 
want to go?"

"You know where the Catholic church is? That's about 
two miles, there and back. That enough?"

"Oh yeah, that's fine for me."

They took a brisk run. Liz was pleased that she could 
keep up, given the way Jason attacked that stair 
climber. When they got back to the center, she decided 
to keep him cornered for a few more minutes. They 
passed a juice bar on the way back to the club. "I need 
a drink. How about you?"

"Didn't bring my wallet. It's back in my locker."

She had planned ahead. "That's okay. I always keep a 
five in my sock."

"Yeah, okay. But I'll owe you."

They ordered some beverages and sat at an outside table 
drinking. She had a large bottled water. He ordered 
some awful-looking wheat grass stuff.

Since it's hard to have a conversation while doing two 
five-minute miles, she really didn't know him any 
better than before. Needing a quick icebreaker, she 
asked the first question she could think of. "So, what 
do you do?" Real trite, she thought to herself. He 
seemed uncomfortable. 

"Um, well. Nothing important, really." 

"Nothing anybody does for a living is important really. 
No, seriously what do you do?" 

He almost squirmed. "Just a little modeling. Act a 
little. Nothing major." 

She acted really interested, hoping to pry some more 
data. "Acting! I should have guessed. I bet that's why 
you disappear for weeks sometime. So, what have you 
been in?" 

He tried to dismiss it and change the subject. "Ah, 
nothing you would have seen. Pretty obscure. So how 
about you? What important things do you do?" 

She wasn't going to be deflected. "Software sales. No, 
tell me what you've been in - I see some obscure things 
sometimes, maybe I've..." 

He snapped at her. "I said, nothing you've seen, okay!" 

She was startled by his reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean 
to... I was only making conversation." She was 
beginning to think he was a jerk after all. Never 
fails, the better looking they are, the bigger the 
asshole.

He looked guilty. "I didn't mean to bark at you."

"It was just a question, that's all."

He paused. "All right, but promise me you won't get 
mad."

"Of course I won't get mad."

"You're sure?"

"Oh come on, what's the big deal? Of course I'm sure."

He looked straight at her. "I act in adult films."

She was stunned. "As in..."

"Triple-X. I'm a porn actor, okay."

This was a hell of a bit of news. "Are you mad?"

She blinked and recovered her composer. "No, no. Mad? 
No, I'm not mad." She slipped out of small-talk mode. 
"No, I'm not mad. I admit I'm a bit surprised. I mean, 
nobody ever says that." 

A long uncomfortable silence ensued.

"So what say we get back?"

"Yeah, sure."

***

Liz went back to the club on Saturday, hoping to find 
Jason. She felt like she needed to fix something, that 
she had pried into something she shouldn't have. He 
wasn't there. He wasn't there all the next week, 
either. She began to worry that she had exposed his 
secret, and now he was afraid to come back. Maybe he 
was afraid she'd spread it around, and the other 
members would treat him weird, or maybe the managers 
would lick him out. 

Just when she was about to inquire with the desk staff 
whether he had quit, he was back. He was sitting on the 
squat machine when she approached. "Hi, Jason."

"Yeah, hi."

"Can we meet when your through? There's something I 
want to say." He looked at her quizzically. "Yeah, 
okay. About fifteen minutes." "Sure, fifteen minutes. 
Next door at the espresso bar?" "Yeah sure." He watched 
her walk to the lockers, wondering what she was up to.

He did show up. They ordered ice lattes and sat down at 
a corner table, away from the other patrons. "Look. I'm 
sorry I treated you so weird the other day. I feel bad 
about it." He was in a more relaxed mood. 

"Don't worry about it."

"It's just that I get a lot of shit about it, and I 
just wasn't in the mood to hear it right then." 

She took a deep breath. "I wasn't going to give any 
shit. But I am curious."

He looked exasperated. "Ah come on. It seems like every 
time a woman finds out, it's either A] I'm scum that 
participates in the degradation of women, or B] I'm 
some fucking curiosity that they experiment with once. 
Well I don't like it, okay?" 

"I didn't mean it that way, honest. Look, when I didn't 
see you at the club for a week I was afraid I 
embarrassed you into quitting. When you came back, I 
wanted to apologize, that's all. And for the record I 
don't think you're scum." 

He seemed amused. "I guess for me not being scum is 
high praise. But you said you were curious." 

"I meant, like how you got into it. I was wondering, 
that's all." 

She seemed sincere. 

"So you want to hear my whole porn story, is that it?" 

"Yeah. I guess that's it. I've always wondered." 

He looked into her eyes intently. 

She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly, 
as if to say, "Please?" 

He decided he could trust her. "All right, but on one 
condition."

"What?"

"You buy me another coffee."

***

"So here's how it started: I went to college up here, 
where my parents live. I didn't know what I wanted to 
do with myself, so I was an undeclared major. I hated 
the dorm, so after my first semester I moved just off-
campus. I saw an add for a room in an old Victorian. It 
seemed neat so I took it. 

"Turns out the other four roommates were all theater 
majors. I didn't know it at the time, but they tended 
to hang together and take over whole houses. Three 
wanted to be actors, one guy I know was gay and another 
guy that probably was but didn't say. One girl was this 
nymphomaniac with no talent. The other girl wanted to 
direct. 

"Well their director chick got to do some student one 
acts at school, but otherwise the professors directed 
the bug productions. So she applied to be a director at 
a local community theater and got picked. She needed 
someone for a bit part that no one auditioned for. She 
asked me to do it, and I figured what the hell, it was 
summer break and I wasn't doing anything anyway. "I had 
about three lines in this weird off-off-Broadway play. 
But I really liked it. I liked it enough to take some 
theater classes the next fall, and eventually majored. 

"I took it real seriously and started doing well. I got 
the lead in a couple of major department productions. 
People told me I was good. The next summer I applied 
for summer stock." 

"What's that?" 

"It's like semi-pro theater. A company usually does two 
or three plays with the same cast. The bring in a 
professional director and one or two union card-
carrying professional stage actors, and then fill out 
the rest of the cast with amateurs. I got cast in the 
second lead in one of the plays, so I got to work 
directly with a professional actor and director in the 
main scenes. 

"Not only that, but summer stock gets reviewed. The 
main local paper gave me an excellent write up. I 
figured I was on my way. 

"Then I graduated. If you really want to make it as a 
professional actor, you've got two choices: move to New 
York if you want to work on stage, or move to L.A. if 
you want to work in movies or TV. That's where all the 
jobs are. Since I already lived in Northern California, 
I chose L.A."

Jason was on a roll, now. It was as if he'd been dying 
to tell his story all along. 

"I had no idea how bad it would be. I mean, I talked to 
the pro's at summer stock who told me there'd be lots 
of competition, and that there's lots of wannabe actors 
of every description trying to break in, but still I 
had no idea. I mean first of all - you've heard this 
already I'm sure - you can't get work unless you have 
an agent, but you can't get an agent until you've 
worked. Absolutely true. Not only can't you get one to 
represent you, you can't get one to talk to you without 
some credits on your resume. And they couldn't care 
less about summer stock or local reviews. for them it 
was like nothing.

"So I'd read the ads in the entertainment papers and go 
to open auditions. I swear to god I'd respond to a call 
for "young athletic white male' and there'd be 400 guys 
that look exactly like me. I swear, 400. They've got no 
reason other than absolute random chance ever to get a 
part. Oh, you know who got all the parts?" Liz shook 
her head. "Anybody 25 who could pass for 13. I swear. 
They hated working with kid actors so if you were older 
but looked like a kid you worked all the time. 
Unfortunately for me, I look my age."

Liz rested her chin in her hands. "So what did you do?"

"What every other L.A. actor wannabe did - I waited 
tables. Classic stereotype - cattle calls all day, 
serve food all night. That's when I got started."

"How did it happen?"

"Usual way. I couldn't get any decent acting jobs and I 
was starving as a waiter, so I signed up to do 
modeling. I scraped money together to get 8 by 10's 
printed and sent them to about 300 modeling agencies. 
It wasn't real acting, but it was closer than food 
service. 

"To my surprise, a couple of agencies called back and 
offered to put me in their book. Sounded good, but 
nothing happened. I'd call, "Got anything?" The answer 
was always No, no, no. Two months went by, I called 
every day. Nothing. Finally, one day I called this 
modeling agent named Al. No, he says, no jobs. But 
wait, he's got this - oh no, you wouldn't want this. 

"Hey, I'm starving by now so I say yes, whatever, what 
it is? Well, it's modeling for a men's magazine. Pays 
$200 for the day. I'm like woo-woo! $200 is more than I 
make waiting tables in four days until midnight. Oh, 
there's one thing, he says, its nude modeling. 

"Now I thought, in a GQ ad in a tux. He meant "men's 
magazine' as in gay male centerfold. No homo stuff he 
says, just naked pictures. $200 for two hours. I took 
it."

Liz is now transfixed on Jason's story. "Turns out it 
was real easy. Weird, but easy."

"What did you have to do?"

"Get photographed in a studio wearing stupid get-ups. 
Like a hard hat, ripped T-shirt, tool belt, work boots 
and no pants. It was almost funny. I'm thinking, 
'homo's get turned on by this?' I'm trying not to 
laugh.

"What I didn't know was I just dug my own grave as far 
as real acting was concerned."

"Why is that?"

"Think about it: What do a lot of actors, directors, 
art directors, and fashion designers have in common?"

Liz ventured a guess. "They're gay?"

"That's right, and only a few have to buy Blue Boy or 
Stud or Ramrod or whatever the hell rag I ended up in 
get the word around that I worked for porn magazines, 
even though my picture was simply in them. Now I 
couldn't anything, anywhere. Except more man's 
magazines. Then Al got me a spread in a straight men's 
magazine. It was doing "simulations,' which is fake 
sex. Like Hustler. 

"Then it was real sex for stills, then real sex on 
video. Each time the price went up. Two hundred, then 
five hundred, then final a thousand a day for video. I 
couldn't make that kind of money waiting tables and I 
couldn't get any straight acting or modeling jobs. 

"Boy, I was so stupid. Turns out that that's how almost 
everything gets into porn. Actor wannabe - model- nude 
model - porn." 

Liz was fascinated. "I always thought it was whips and 
rubber hoses." 

"Nah, they don't have to do that. All it takes is a few 
hundred hungry actors and actresses and some will 
volunteer." 

Liz looked puzzled. "So, what are you doing up here?" 

"Part of my escape plan. 

Porn really is a sleazy business. A lot of the guys who 
run it are creeps. Lots of the actors get into drugs." 
"Do they do porn to pay for drug habits?" "No, it 
really goes the other way. These people start making 
$1000 a day, $2000 for the girls, and it isn't anything 
to blow $100 on cocaine. They seem to get into drugs, 
especially coke, after their in for a while. Lots of 
them talked about getting into straight films. 

Some of them had been doing porn for ten years, and 
still somehow they thought they could get out and into 
Hollywood films. Just never happened. Not once. I 
learned right after my first modeling job that it was a 
one-way trip, but these people would still be 
convincing themselves they could get straight roles."

"How was it your escape plan?"

"I figured if I could get away from the lifestyle when 
I wasn't actually working I could save enough o go back 
to school and get a regular degree. so I live up here 
and fly down to L.A. when I've got jobs lined up. I do 
four or five and then come back. One more year and I 
can quit and go back to college full time."

"What do you want to study?"

Jason looked sheepish. "Don't laugh."

"I won't. What could you tell me that would be weirder 
than what I've heard already?"

"I want to be a chemist."

"Okay, that doesn't exactly crack me up. Sounds fairly 
respectable."

"That's why it seems so weird to me. But it's what I 
want to do. One more year and I'm out of the bedroom 
and into the lab. So, do you think I'm an idiot, or 
what?"

"No. I don't think that at all."

He leaned over toward her. "Do me one favor, okay?"

"Sure."

"Don't look for any of those films. It's bad enough 
that someone knows. Promise?"

"Don't worry. Not my style, anyway."

***

After that day, Jason disappeared again. Although Liz 
promised, she couldn't shake the thought of being able 
to se him naked, having sex. She had had brief 
fantasies as she watched him work out. Now she knew she 
could actually see it.

She struggled with this. She promised, and she should 
keep her word. On the other hand, who would know? Other 
people could see him, why not her? He was down in L.A. 
right now, having sex on film for money, why get all 
sanctimonious about this? She made up her mind - she 
was going to.

But how? She couldn't exactly just look it up in a 
video guide. There was a big video rental store near 
her house, and she knew it had an adult section. It's 
just that she had never rented one herself. She'd seen 
a couple - she wasn't a prude - but she was nervous 
about just going down there and getting one. Two 
cocktails on Saturday afternoon gave her the gumption.

The adult section was only a portion walled-off by a 
couple of panels so kids couldn't see in. Otherwise it 
was right out in the open. She skulked over by the 
opening and peeked in. A guy in there who looked like a 
truck driver. No way was he going to go home and 
fantasize about Liz while he watched his videos, so she 
wandered around waiting for him to leave. Finally after 
twenty minutes he left with a handful of cassettes. She 
slipped in.

She was staring at about 200 pornographic videotape 
boxes trying to think of what to do next, when she saw 
them come in the front door. Shit! It's Phil from 
across the street with his eight-year -old daughter. 
She quickly scampered out before she could be seen and 
grabbed the first box off the first shelf she saw, for 
cover. "Hi, Phil!" "Oh, hi Liz. Lucy just had to see 
101 Dalmatians one more time. Should have bought it - 
would have saved me some money." "Isn't that the 
truth!" She tried to sound casual. She knew she wasn't; 
fortunately he didn't notice. "So what have you got?" 
She didn't even know. She looked at the cassette in her 
hand: Twelve Top Golf Tips. "Didn't know you played." 
"Uh, I don't. But I was thinking about trying." "Well 
have fun." They headed toward the kiddies section. "So 
long, Phil." She took a deep breath, put the tape on 
the nearest shelf and then got the hell out of there.

Liz came up with a better plan. She would go to an 
adult book store and buy a tape. There would be no 
chance of running into someone she knew, plus she 
wouldn't have to bring it back. She drove downtown 
where she knew some of them were. She picked the one 
that looked the cleanest, "Shoppe L'Amore". the front 
windows were painted white, and it had a panel just 
inside the front door so passers-by couldn't see in. 
"Perfect'" she thought. 

Inside it was one huge room with videocassettes on 
shelves covering all four walls, floor to ceiling. 
There was one dumpy cashier smoking a cigarette and 
reading a hot rod magazine. He didn't even look up. Two 
middle-aged men stared at the tapes, each pretending no 
one else existed. Perfect anonymity, she thought.

Sections along each wall had a sign above identifying 
the theme: Gay, Straight, Large Ladies, Bi-Sex, 
Pregnant, B&D, S&M. Men pay to watch pregnant women 
have sex?

Liz figured, or at least hoped, that she needed the 
Straight section. Still it was overwhelming. There must 
be a thousand videos in this section alone.

She looked them over. unfortunately they tended to look 
the same: Semi-nude women on the cover, some stupid 
title starring the actress stage name, which was Misty 
Mounds or Tina Towers or similar porno-pun. The men 
weren't even mentioned. Liz picked one up. "101 Doll-
Mations, starring Busty Canyon." She hoped Phil didn't 
make any mistakes. She turned it over and looked at the 
back. There were six or seven thumbnail stills from the 
flick: 

Woman fellating man, woman on top of man, woman with 
semen on face, woman grimacing. The faces of the guys 
didn't even show. There were more credits: Dick Strong, 
Jake Eleven, and Danny Steele. of course, Jason will 
use a fake name, too.

She had no choice but to look at the back of every 
cassette until she got lucky and saw Jason. Might as 
well start from the end. "On Golden Shower, starring 
Penelope Pines," fellatio, cunnilingus, semen on face. 
"Hungry Beavers starring Melissa Mouthful.," More 
fellatio, penetration, and (geez!) anal sex. This took 
her back a bit. Anal sex is straight? "Orgy Party IV, 
starring Kristy Slits and Monica Moisture." Oral, anal, 
and (!!) double penetration. 

None of this had never even had occurred to her as 
possible. The girl sat on a guys dick taking it up her 
ass, while another guy had his in her vagina. She 
fellated a third guy at the same time. And all this was 
just on the box cover. "Cum and Cum Again." More semen. 
More skinny white women with teased hair and huge tits 
(they looked fake). They kept their high heels on in 
bed. Seemed like that would be like having sex with a 
guy wearing football cleats. Actually, that sounded 
kind of interesting. 

Liz had been at for almost an hour, At first she was 
nervous, then titillated. Now she was getting bored. 
She picked up "The Postman Always Cums Twice" and 
turned it over. It was him. He was having intercourse 
doggy-style. The girl was in the foreground, grimacing. 
Jason was behind. You could barely make out his face it 
was so small, but it was definitely him. The girl's 
behind covered Jason from the waste time. "Guess I'll 
have to buy." The credits included Don Hosemaster, 
Walter Hungly, and Ron Ringer. She didn't know who was 
supposed to be him.

***

She arrived home, unwrapped the cassette and slid into 
her VCR. She sat down on the couch with the remote in 
hand. Pangs of guilt came back. She DID promise. But 
he's probably in the middle of a threesome right now, 
so why should she feel guilty? Besides, she chucks the 
tape and no one will ever know. Having rationalized it 
thoroughly, she pressed play.

First there were commercials for phone sex services. *I 
want you to stick your big, fat cock up my ass. Call 
me.* She saw more anal sex in a thirty-second 
commercial than in her entire life up to that point. 
*Asian girls ready to suck cock. Call now.* Guys 
ejaculating on faces. Guys ejaculating on breasts. Guys 
ejaculating on backs. Close-ups of penises penetrating 
vaginas. Penetrating anuses. Women on top with dildo up 
ass. All before the opening credits. Finally, the first 
scene. An actor dressed as a mailman rings a doorbell. 
It isn't Jason. A girl in negligee and high heals 
answers. Why is she wearing high heels with a negligee?

*I've got a special delivery for you, ma'am*

*I bet you do. I might have a special delivery for you, 
too.* *Ma'am, I need for you to sign.* *Golly, my pen's 
in the bedroom. Why don't you step inside while I get 
it?* Once inside, she pulls her negligee open to expose 
her breasts. *I'm ready for you to deliver.* Bad rock 
music started. He sucks her breasts for about three 
seconds. She squats, unzips his pants, pulls his penis 
out and starts fellating him. There's a cut and their 
on the couch. 

All of their clothes are gone. First, he sits on the 
couch and she mounts him from on top. Then they switch, 
and he's screwing her doggy-style. Then there's another 
cut, and he's masturbating himself while she waits with 
her mouth open. Finally, he starts ejaculating, getting 
drops of semen on her cheek. 

Scene over. Dumb dialogue, bad acting, and, frankly, 
dull sex. Liz didn't get the attraction.

The next scene started much like the first one. "Screw 
this - I want see Jason.' Liz hit the fast search 
button, and in ultra fast motion saw two women fellate 
a guy, two women perform oral sex on each other, a guy 
a girl in the ass, and a girl do herself with a dildo. 

Finally, she saw Jason and clicked play again. He 
played a pool service man. He was dressed in tight 
jeans and a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The 
women of the house comes out to the pool in a bikini 
and high heels -- what's with the fucking high heels 
already? -- and strikes up some more of the same lame 
dialogue.

*You're not our regular man.* Jason seems to have got 
stuck with the least attractive of the actresses in the 
flick. She was a tad doughy, and had those god-awful 
fake long red fingernails. *No, Carlos is sick so I'm 
filling in.* Unlike the others, he can act.

*Do you know all of Carlos' jobs here?*

*Sure, clean the pool, check the chlorine, clean the 
sauna.* *You missed one very important JOB.* She 
emphasized JOB just in case the double meaning slipped 
by.

*What's that?* She unhooked her bikini top and dropped 
it. *This one!* Guess what? He sucked her breasts for 
three seconds, and then she squatted down, unzipped his 
pants, and pulled out his penis. It was gorgeous. A 
long, thin shaft tipped with a big, round knob of a 
head. The girl gave him head until he was rock-hard. 
The veins bulged and the head turned slightly purple. 
Then there's a cut and their both naked on a lounge 
chair. She's facing the camera, with Jason behind her. 
She makes a face like he just entered her. He starts 
thrusting, and there's a funny tinkling sound audible 
over the bad rock music. Thrust - tinkle, thrust - 
tinkle.

The camera angle cut to a close up behind Jason. Liz 
can see his firm, muscled butt, balls gathered up in a 
tight little pouch, and the shaft of his penis sliding 
in and out between the girls vagina lips. Plus - she 
can't believe it. Jason's scrotum is pierced - he has a 
ring through his ball sack! The ring has a tiny bell 
hanging from it, which tinkled as he fucked. So, Jason 
is "Ron Ringer!' 

He rammed the girl from behind for what seemed like 
forever. Eventually he pulled out of her vagina, and 
then pressed the head of his cock against her anus. 
With just a little nudge, the tip popped in. He started 
to ram her asshole just like before. After many more 
minutes, he suddenly withdrew, the girl spun around and 
sat with her mouth open and tongue out. Jason gripped 
the shaft of his penis tightly, and ejaculated on her 
face.

The end. Liz rewound to the beginning of the scene and 
replayed it again. After two times, she shut it off. 

***

The next day she went back to the club. Jason was 
there, doing his intense stair climber routine with 
hand weights. When he was through, Liz went up to him.

"Hi, Jason."

"Oh, hi Liz."

"What say we go for a run?"

"Yeah, sure. How far you want to go?"

Liz looked at him intently. "Your house." 

"You mean that?"

"You have a shower, don't you?"

It sunk in, and Jason smiled ever so slightly. "Let me 
grab my stuff in my locker." They ran the half mile to 
his house. He let them in the door. He through his bag 
down. They stood face to face for a moment, and then 
kissed. They both tasted sweat.

Liz smiled. "Let's freshen up." 

"This way." 

She followed him down the hall to the master bath. She 
peeled of her shirt and sports bra as she walked and 
dropped them in the hall. Jason turned to see her naked 
from the waste up. He pulled some towels out of the 
cupboard. They quickly took the rest of their clothes 
off and stepped into the shower. Jason turned the water 
on. It was ice-cold at first, but he didn't care. 

He turned to face her, put his hands on her hips, and 
leaned over to kiss her gently. Liz put her arms around 
his neck and relaxed in his long, soft kiss, her tongue 
meeting his, and danced with his slowly The chilly 
water ran over them as it warmed. After several 
minutes, she pulled back slightly, looked into his eyes 
and said, "I think I'm clean now. How about you?" 

They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves 
rapidly. Jason dropped his towel on the floor and took 
her hand, leading her toward the bedroom. Liz dropped 
hers and followed. Jason pulled the covers off 
completely and tossed them in the corner of the room on 
the floor. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. 
Liz got in, and lay facing him.

At the same time Liz was dying to do this, she was 
apprehensive. What if he's too rough? What if I don't 
meet his expectations? What if he tries to put in my 
ass?

Instead, he touched her gently, stroking and exploring 
every inch of her, her side, the outside of her thigh, 
her belly. Finally he touched her breast.

Liz put her free hand on his penis. It wasn't hard. She 
stroked it al little, and felt it start to fill. She 
kissed him while he explored her breast, first cupping, 
then feeling every inch of it with his fingertips.

Liz lifted her top leg. "Touch me." 

Jason released her tit and began touching the inside of 
her thigh, down to her pussy, back up again. He could 
feel the moisture in her pubic hair. Jason was now 
quite hard. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yeah, somewhere." He pulled away and rummaged through 
the nightstand drawer. No luck. "Just a sec." He jumped 
out of bed and went over to the closet. He pulled out a 
suitcase and opened a side pocket. Finding one, he 
turned back to the bed.

Liz was sitting in the middle, legs spread. "Kneel 
here," she said, patting the bed in front of her. 

He crawled up and sat on his heels. 

"Let me do it." 

Jason handed her the foil. He was losing his erection, 
so Liz leaned forward and took the tip of his penis in 
her mouth. Sucking, she felt him harden again. She 
slipped her free hand down his cock and under his 
balls. No ring! Liz was mildly disappointed, but then 
she figured he must not wear it all the time -- he 
would jingle while stair climbing. 

She took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft down 
towards his balls. Liz was flexible, but she couldn't 
turn her head around far enough to see if he had any 
empty pierce holes in his scrotum. "Oh well," she 
thought, "I'll have to examine more later." 

Sitting up, she tore the foil open and took out the 
rubber. She pinched the reservoir, placed it on the tip 
of his penis and smoothly unrolled the latex down the 
shaft. She released it, admired her handiwork for an 
instant, and then lay back on the bed. She pulled her 
knees up and smiled. "Please. Now." 

Jason leaned forward on his hands. Liz reached down 
with one hand, gripped his bobbing cock, and placed the 
end against her vulva. Laying back with her arms 
outstretched, she looked at him and whispered, "Do me." 
She prepared herself to be filled. But he didn't. 
Gazing intently into her eyes, Jason just nudged into 
her, barely an inch. 

He withdrew again until the tip of his cock was just 
touching her opening again. "Jason, please." He nudged 
into her an inch again, and stopped. She grabbed him 
behind his neck. "Come on, Jason. PLEASE!"

"Shhhh, this is the best part." He was savoring the 
experience of entering her for the first time. 

"I will. Be patient." 

He pushed into her another inch. Liz squirmed, trying 
to thrust herself up onto his shaft. 

"Please, stop teasing me." She had tears in her eyes.

"Shhhh!" He pushed in another inch. Liz put her heels 
on his hips and tried to pull him in, but he was too 
strong. He pulled back until again only the tip of his 
cock touched her vulva. She gripped his shoulders until 
her fingers dug into his flesh. Then in one long, slow 
thrust he went all the way into her. 

Liz let out a tiny "Oh!" Jason slowed-fucked her for 
what seemed like hours. Liz grew tense. She gripped his 
upper arms tightly, her eyes closed. She made a soft, 
rhythmic "Oh! Oh! Oh!" which became more rapid as she 
approached her orgasm. She let out a series of tiny 
squeaks from her throat, her face contorted with joy. 
He could feel her vagina grip the shaft of his cock 
while he continued to slow-fuck her.

Liz let go, and fell on her back , breathing heavily. 
Jason continued his slow-fuck for many more minutes. 
Liz was shiny with sweat. Eventually he quickened his 
pace, increasing the speed of his fucking, bringing Liz 
to a second thrashing climax. Now it was his turn. 

He started fucking her as fast as he could. The condom 
dulled the sensation slightly, so he had to work doubly 
hard to get himself off. Suddenly he shifted to long 
thrusts, pausing for a second each time he was fully in 
her as he filled the condom. He withdrew from her, 
crawled off and rested on his side.

Liz put her hand on his penis again. She could feel him 
soften inside the condom. She circled her thumb and 
forefinger around him, and as he shrank the condom 
slipped off easily into her hand. Liz rolled on her 
back and studied the latex balloon, holding it up by 
the open end, the reservoir dangling down. 

She got an evil idea. She pinched the open end shut, 
flipped it upside-down, and gripping it by the tip put 
the open und between her teeth. Stretching it out like 
chewing gum. She used her other hand to squeeze the 
contents down between her lips, drinking it all. She 
smiled and turned her head to look at Jason so he could 
see her lick the semen off her lips. 

He looked angry. "You saw one didn't you? I asked you 
not to."

Liz was shocked. He had found her out. She instantly 
felt extremely guilty for having broken her promise. In 
an instant she had to decide whether to come clean. She 
decided to fib instead. "Why do you say that? Just 
because I can be nasty? Come on, Jason, I can be dirty 
all on my own, okay?"

He looked sheepish. She had successfully brushed him 
back, but it wasn't fair to make him feel bad, after 
all, Liz knew she was guilty. 

"Look, Jason, I admit I looked at some videos. But not 
to look at you. It's been years since I'd seen one, 
and, well, I just wondered what they were like now. I 
shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to try and impress me, you know."

"I wasn't, honest. I just... I just have a dirty mind. 
That's all." Jason looked away, thinking. "I was afraid 
you were one of the group B girls."

"What do you mean?"

"The group A's put me down for being in movies that 
exploit women. Group B's want to try me out as some 
sort of experiment."

"Can I ask you a question?" Jason didn't say no. "How 
many girlfriends have you had since college? Since 
you've been working? I mean real girlfriends."

Jason squirmed. "Um. None, I guess."

She didn't expect that. "You've only done it with 
actresses?" "Yeah, I suppose. Since high school." Liz 
thought for a moment. She realized that they were both 
unfair. "You know, you were really sweet in bed. I mean 
that. After watching those movies I was kind of afraid 
you'd be -- I don't know -- insensitive. Or, like, 
automatic. But I wanted to do this because I liked you, 
so I took a chance. You proved me wrong. You were 
sweeter and more caring than I thought you would. Maybe 
I'm dirtier and nastier than you thought. Maybe we 
should just dump our stereotypes. Sound like a deal?"

Jason thought about this. She was right. "You know 
what? Porn actresses really aren't that good in bed. 
They fake orgasms, too."

They lay silent for a while. Jason spoke first. "So 
what do we do now?"

"I'm not going to judge what you do. You told me your 
life plan -- I understand. When you need to work don't 
tell me. Just disappear. I won't ask. How about you?"

"Okay. And I won't make any more dumb-ass assumptions."

"Deal." Liz felt better about lying. She put her hand 
on his penis. 

"Time for another work out."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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