34 comments/ 50887 views/ 40 favorites The Girl with a Past By: BuckyDuckman Sitting at the bar, Nick Steel kissed Christina Lords for the first time over glasses of white wine. "You're dangerous," she told him, accepting the kiss, but pushing him away. Her hand stayed on his knee. His hand stayed on the nape of her neck. "Dangerous? Me? Why?" he asked, leaning his forehead next to hers. Her hair smelled good. "Because you're a nice guy, Nick. The kind of guy that's easy to fall in like with," she said, looking at him. Her pretty brown eyes were flaked with spots of green, almost like the freckles scattered across her tiny upturned nose. She smiled easily and he could feel the pull of her allure. "Ever think I might be having the same problem with you?" he asked. A restaurant bar wasn't a quiet or romantic, but the sounds of silver against china faded into the background as the universe shrunk to just them. There was his hand still on her neck, just below her ear, her hand on his knee, and their foreheads touching. Date number three and time to seal the deal. Were they going to be more than just friends?" "Oh stop it. You don't want a woman like me," she told him, her eyes fluttering away from him, but her hand stayed on his knee. Did she squeeze it? "You know my past." "I'd rather know your future," he said and she kissed him. He had given her lips a peck, but she gave him a real kiss. No tongues, not yet. Not here in public. But their kiss lasted for more than moment. "You're sweet," she said. He started to tell say how sweet she was, but the man standing next to them interrupted. "You're Cindee Sinns!" the guy said, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I'd know you anywhere! You're fucking hot as hell!" The bartender was quick to react. "Hey, buddy!" he said, leaning between Nick and Christina. "Let's not have a deal here." Staring with wide-eyes, the man ignored the bartender. "I've seen everything you ever did!" he said, as if fandom or brand loyalty gave him a right to intrude. Christina groaned and Nick struggled to maintain his composure. "We're trying to enjoy a drink here." The man noticed Nick. "You know who she is, right? She's Cindy Sins. You seen her movies?" Nick rolled his eyes, gave Christina a reassuring smile, and faced the stranger. It wasn't the first time he did this. "Dude, I've seen every movie she ever made and the ones that have never been released. Now tell the woman she's beautiful. Tell her you have fun jerking off to her and then give us some space, okay?" "Yeah, okay," the guy said, nodding his head. To Christina, he stammered, "You really are beautiful. And I, you know, what he said." "I'm glad you had fun," she told him, never facing him. "Thanks for being a fan." "Yeah, yeah, okay, cool," the guy said, slipping into creeper status. "Can I get an autograph?" Nick fielded the question for her. "Sure, buddy. Fifty bucks." "F-fifty bucks? For what? A fucking autograph?" "No, for interrupting her time. Time is money, you know that," Nick said, smiling. "Fuck that," he said, turning away without noticing the bartender moving up behind him. Before storming off, the guy turned back to Nick. "Your girlfriend's a fucking slut." That's when the bartender guided the man way. "Now, where were we?" Nick asked Christina, putting his hand back on her neck and pulling her forehead back to his. "Kissing, right?" "No, we were done with that," Christina said. Nick knew it would take her a moment to refocus after the interruption. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Don't be. It's okay." He moved his hand from her neck to her hand. "I sort of like that word 'girlfriend,' though." "Please, Nick. Don't." "Why?" "Because of that," she said, motioning with her eyes to where the fan had been standing. "You don't want to deal with that all the time." Nick laughed. "How long have we been friends?" "I know, but it would be different." "Don't I get a say?" he asked, lifting her chin to see her eyes. "And if you tell me you just want to be friends, I really will watch all your movies." Christina giggled again. Nick liked it when she giggled, it sounded like light laughter set to music to him. She looked into his eyes. "You've really never seen one of my movies?" "Not a one. Not even stills from them." She stared at him, her eyes reading his, searching for the lie. "Really." "Really, really," he said, borrowing a line from one of her favorite movies, the first "Shrek" movie. She smiled, but didn't stop staring. "How long have we known each other?" "Since being lab partners in biology." Nick smiled. He was a transfer student to her high school. Sixteen year old Christie Lords was a band geek with braces and a halo retainer around her head. Pimples mixed with the dusting of freckles across her nose. But she was nice to him. They stayed friends through-out high school, never dating. Nick fell in with the jocks and cheerleaders, marrying Ashley right out of high school. Things went south after that. Ashley was a nagging bitch, badgering him to do something more with his life than community college and never understanding how community college was the first step to something better. Sick of her bitching, he graduated the two year school, joined the Army, and was sent overseas. While he was defending her way of life, Ashley was screwing everything with a dick between its legs. The stupid bitch even wrote "Dear John" at the top of her "Dear John" letter. Laughing, he signed his divorce papers and reenlistment papers on the same day. Three months later, on a whim, he sent Christina an email. For eight years, they wrote back and forth. He followed her career without ever seeing it. He never told his buddies who she was, never shared a picture, and was careful to avoid any porn that featured Cindee Sinns. Holding her hand, he looked her directly in the eyes. He had nothing to hide from her and knew it. "Tell me if I'm lying," he pushed. She smiled. It was a pretty smile, but there was a tired, wary look in her eyes. "Why?" He raised his eyebrows, not understanding the question. "Why didn't you peek? You knew. I told you what I was doing. Told you about the awards I won." "I never told any of the guys who you were, either. None of their business." "Probably better that way," she said, sipping her wine. "They might have been fans. I used to get a lot of email from soldiers." He nodded. She said she did. And that she always answered the emails from soldiers. Soldiers always got a personal reply from her. "There was a picture attached to that first email I sent you." "I remember. You were in a bikini, in like a Betty Paige pose. It's the only one I looked at." "You never looked at any of the cover art I sent you? The magazine lay-outs? Not even when I was in Hustler?" He shook his head. "That was Cindee, not Christie." "We're the same person." "Oh, then I'm still Lieutenant Steel?" "You could be," she told him, squeezing his muscular bicep before tussling his hair. "Probably need a haircut, though." She smiled again. "I like how you handle guys like him," she said, eyes flickering again to where the fan had been. Nick shrugged. "Part of the deal, I guess." As they stared at each other the sounds of silver on china and chatting diners again went away. He knew he was pushing things, but he leaned in for another kiss. "Am I still dangerous, girlfriend?" Christie looked at him for a long beat before telling him, "I had to suck off the producer and the director before they would shoot my first scene." She picked up her wine glass, sipped it, and glanced away long enough to set down the fluted glass. Half a laugh came out. "I was so stupid. I hadn't done anything yet. I hadn't stripped or done a magazine shoot. Hell, not even a wet t-shirt contest." Stunned, Nick stared at her. Swallowing hard, he asked, "Why are you telling me this?" "You need to know." "You wrote me." "I didn't write this." "I doesn't matter to me, Christie." "Good, then you can listen," she said, picking up the thread of her story. "I knew I was auditioning for a porno. I wasn't that stupid. It was after high school, that first summer. You weren't married yet, but you were going to be soon." "Wait, did you do it because of me and that bitch?" She shook her head. "No, just giving you the timing. I had to let them make a copy of my driver's license, sign a contract that I was willing to be a sex performer, and then they told me to strip." "Christina, please." "The interview was on-site, at a house they had rented for the weekend. In the living room, there were big lights set-up, all facing a white couch. There were a bunch of people in the kitchen, too. Girls and guys. Only two of the guys looked hot, the rest of them were crew. I didn't get it, but I knew it was a real porn set. I knocked on the front door of the house, a fat chick with too much make-up answered the door and asked me, 'What the fuck do you want?'" She paused to laugh, her eyes looking very far away and seeing the past. "That was Brenda, the make-up girl. I think she used to perform, a long time ago. I don't know. But she was nice. Not when she answered the door, but later. "I told her I was there for an interview and she laughed at me. Told me I was too sweet to want to do this. I said fuck you to her and she laughed again. She was always laughing at something. She let me in, made me wait in the foyer, and that's where I sort of saw what was going on. Okay, not really. I mean, I saw the lights and saw there were people in the kitchen. A younger guy came to get me. I say younger, because it was Scottie, the director, and he was a lot younger than Bill, the producer. I still thought Dan was old. He was probably thirty-five? Maybe a bit older. I just remember that he looked like a teacher to me or something. And Bill, the producer? He was fucking ancient. He had to be like fifty or something. "Scottie took me to a back bedroom room with a desk, a big leather chair behind it, and two smaller chairs in front of it. I remember those two smaller chairs were like the kind you put in a living room, not in an office. Bill was sitting behind the desk. He smiled when he saw me. He looked like a creeper the way he was looked at me. It was like he didn't have manners. Bill took my ID and did paperwork while Scottie went through a checklist." Nick squirmed, uncomfortable with hearing more. "You don't need to tell me any of this." "You said it didn't matter, so listen," she told him, patting his hand. "Don't you want to hear about the checklist?" Nick shrugged. He didn't want to hear any of this, but there didn't seem to be a way to stop her. "He went down a list, asking me what I had done and what I was willing to do." She laughed, blushed a bit and glanced down when she said, "I hadn't done most of the stuff, but I knew what it was. Anyway, after asking about facials, anal, and d.p.'s and if I was a virgin and all that crap, he told me it was time to strip. Nick flashed back to how Christie would have looked that summer. The braces were gone. Her body was lean and trim from running track. He remember thinking she looked better than Ashley, now his fiancé. He remembered thinking he should have waited for Christie. "The door was open, to the bedroom I mean. I asked if I could close it and he laughed at me. 'No,' he told me, just staring and waiting. So, I took off my clothes. All of them. Socks, shoes, panties, bra, everything. I didn't do a striptease, I just took them off, like I was getting ready for a doctor's exam or something. Scottie just watched, but that old guy, Bill? He stared at me, licking his lips and looking really excited. Scottie asked him, 'You want to go first?' I didn't know what he meant, but I found out quickly enough. They told me to turn around. Scottie squeezed my ass and tits, as if he was checking produce. He told me I looked good, cute, things like that, but none of it was really sexy. Oh, and he took some pictures of me with a digital camera, too. Then he asked Bill if he wanted to go first." Nick could guess what was next and tried to stop her. "I don't want to hear this." "Just listen," she said. Her voice was flat and emotionless as she told him how she sucked off Bill. "He was old, but he wasn't fat and sloppy old. He didn't have a big dick, either, and he came really fast. Then I had to suck Scottie, too. Scottie used to perform. His cock was bigger, a lot bigger. Bill took some pictures while I sucked Scottie. I remember that stupid door being open. I don't know why that bothered me, it just did. I knew someone was going to walk by or walk in and see me on my knees sucking off this guy. At least when I was sucking off Bill, I was behind the desk. But now, anyone could see me. I guess that was the point, I don't know. Scottie kept telling me things like, 'Look at me, honey,' and 'I'm up here.'" Nick stopped her again. There was a guy sitting behind her, listening. The bartender kept finding little jobs to do close to them. "Can we move to a booth or something?" He nodded at the guy sitting just behind her. Christina looked over her shoulder. "Hey there," she said. "You watch porn?" "Sometimes," he said with half a grin. "Ever see one of my movies?" "Not that I remember." Christie gave him a nod before looking at their bartender. "What about you, Doug? You ever seen one of my movies?" "Maybe," he answered, looking embarrassed. Christie smiled. "Let me guess, not until you figured out who I was, right?" "Something like that," he mumbled. "It's okay. They're out there. I can't change that. And you were curious, weren't you?" He nodded, looking relieved that she understood. "But you did watch one?" Another nod. "More than one?" He nodded again. "Do you remember which ones?" Finally, he shook his head. "Just watched some clips on one of those porn sites, you know the ones?" Christie nodded. "Yeah, I know them. The producers hate them. It's okay, though." Catching how Nick was staring at him, Doug found something to do at the other end of the bar. "I did my first scene that day," she said, facing Nick again. "Just a straight fuck and suck. Scottie said I did really good. Oh, and he told my first industry lie, too. While I was posing for the still shots, he kept saying, 'Perfect! Cover material!' But that was a lie. I didn't even get on the back of the box. Not that time." Nick nodded, remembering her emails and how excited she sounded every time she was featured on the box. It seemed to happen a lot. He waited for her to go on, realizing she wasn't telling the story for him, she was telling it for her own reasons. He sipped his wine and waited until he realized she wanted him to say something. "Okay," he offered. She considered him for a long moment, a smile growing on her face. "Really? I tell you that story and that's all you can say?" "Pretty much," he said, confused by her smile. "I guess I thought it was one of those stories you needed to tell more than I needed to hear." Her smile faded. "You don't think you needed to hear it?" He shook his head. "Not really. Just because I never watched any of your movies doesn't mean I've never seen porn. It's all about the same to me. Fun for its own reasons, but it's not real life." "It felt real to me when I was doing an anal pile-driver with some donkey dicked stud." Nick squirmed as he felt the conversation spinning out of control. "Is that what you want in real life, too?" He noticed they had attracted the attention of the man sitting behind her and Doug the bartender. Christina finished her glass of wine. "Drink up, take me home, and I'll explain along the way, okay?" Nick settled the tab, escorted her out without interruptions from a fan, and opened the passenger side door for her. It was old fashioned, simple manners; the kind he was raised with, but walking around the car to his side gave him a minute to collect his thoughts. Climbing behind the wheel, he realized he needed more time. "Are you okay?" he asked, starting the car and pointing it back to her house. Christina lived in a modest ranch style house in a nice neighborhood. "I'm fine," she said, her hand patting his leg in a friendly manner, not a suggestive way. She didn't leave it there. "I don't mind people hearing me talk about my old job, but I don't like talking about my personal life in public." He nodded, giving her space to continue. She stared out her window for a moment, turned back to him, and said, "Sometimes I do like it rough in real life. Not always, just sometimes." "Okay." She laughed, just a short chuckle. "Damn you're funny." Nick didn't feel funny. "Why?" "You just take everything so easily. Doesn't that bother you?" "Why should it?" "I don't know. I mean, it's tough dating vanillas." He need her to explain a "vanilla" was an outsider, someone who didn't work in the industry. "So, most guys who date me fall into one of two categories. Either they are so intimidated by all the things I've done, they can't perform in bed. Or, they think I love everything I've been filmed doing and they want to try it all." Nick laughed. "Well, I don't know what you've done, so I can't be the second of those two. And truthfully? I don't think I'll fall into the first category, either." "Come on, Nick. If we do it, you'll be making it with a porn star. Isn't that every guy's dream?" "Maybe, I don't know. If we do anything, that's not why I'll be doing it with you." He felt her staring at his profile. He glanced at her a couple of times, waiting for her to say something more. When she didn't, he did. "I like you, Christina. And it's Christina I like, not Cindee Sinns. I don't even know her." "Watch a movie with me." "I think we missed the last showing," he said, not realizing the kind of movie she meant until she laughed again. "Oh," he added. "Really?" She nodded. "I want you to. I want to watch it with you. It's okay if you get hard or want to fuck while we watch. We can do anything you want or nothing at all. But you have to watch at least one scene from one movie with me." "Do I get to pick the scene?" Another laugh from her. "Sure, as long as it's not a lesbo scene. I want there to be at least one guy in the scene with me." Nick sighed as he pulled into her drive. "Okay," he said, feeling the same way he did when the Colonel would pick his team for an especially difficult mission. Inside her living room, Christina opened a door on one side of her large flat screen TV, exposing a massive DVD collection. "My history," she explained. "Every movie, every scene. Some a repeats on compilation discs, so that wouldn't be a good choice. But you pick. Anything you want." Nick was stunned at the number DVDs. "How many scenes did you do?" "The first year, I averaged three shoots a month and finished the year with just under twenty scenes. After that, I stopped counting. I quit three years ago after being active for ten years. Like I said, there are repeats in there. Movies get renamed, remixed, re-mastered, and re-released. I wanted the full collection. I can tell you there are over 400 DVDs in there, if that helps, but I don't know how many are original. Over half?" "Are they in any kind of order?" "Not really. I tried to do that, but after moving a couple times, they got jumbled up and I never had the patience to go back through them. There's some order to them, but not much." Without a way to choose, Nick blindly reached out and pulled one from the shelf. The cover of the DVD showed a PG-13 picture of Christina as Cindee Sinns. The title of the movie was a play on her porn name, "Cindee Sinns Again and Again!" He handed it to her. "Is this one good?" She flipped it over, glanced at the smaller, more graphic pictures on the back. "Yeah, it's a compilation, but it's all me, so it'll do. It's an all sex video. They usually cut out any of the acting in the compilation discs, but, whatever. Most guys aren't watching these for the acting, right?" The Girl with a Past "We don't have to watch it all," he reminded her "Yeah, we do. You need to see it." "Why?" "Because it's me, Nick. It's what I did for ten years of my life. While you were playing house with Ashley, I was fucking strangers on video for money. Is it really any different than what Ashley did to you?" "Yeah, you and me weren't married. And she didn't do it for money." "She could have done good in the business." "I think she preferred being a slut," he said, still angry. Some sins were harder to forgive than others. "And what was I?" "An actress?" Christina laughed. "I think the word you want to use is 'performer.' I'm not an actor. That's not to say I didn't try and really, in some of those scenes, the best acting was during the sex." "So, it's all fake?" "No, we're really fucking and sucking." "That's not what I mean." "I know. I don't answer that question. I never have." She turned on her TV and inserted the DVD into its player. The copyright warning played followed by commercials for 900 numbers, websites, and previews of other DVDs available through the same company. Picking up the remote, Christina hit the "home" menu. Behind the usual "Feature, Previews, Extras" menu was a graphic picture of Christina fucking and sucking. The background picture cycled through five different shots, each as graphic as the first. It was the first time Nick had seen Christina naked and he was seeing much more than just her naked. "Before we watch, can I ask why you stopped?" She thought about it for moment, sitting on the couch and patting the space next to her for him. "I made my money," she said. "I had a goal in mind of how much I thought I needed and when I reached it, I quit." Nick wanted to ask how much was enough and thought better of it. Some questions were too personal. She handed him the remote. "Did you want to pick a scene?" "I don't know that it matters," he said, highlighting the word "Feature" and pressing "Enter" on the remote. Christina was right, the scene started where the clothes came off. There was no explanation offered for why her character was on a blanket, in the woods, pulling off her shirt in front of two men in shorts, t-shirts, and nothing else. There was a second reason why Nick shunned porno movies: production values. As a former Army communications specialist, he wrote, produced, and filmed training videos for the troops. He knew his way around a camera, lighting, and microphone issues. The whisk of wind across a bare microphone without a wind shield annoyed him as much as the stark shadows from filming in the middle of the afternoon without light reflectors. In the center of the shot was a close-up of Christina, topless, rubbing her breasts and asking, "Like this?" He was sure he hadn't missed any important story elements. "They're not pierced anymore," she said. He glanced at her. "My nipples. They were pierced for a couple years. I thought some bling might stop people telling me to get them enhanced. It didn't." "Glad you didn't," he said. What the hell was his problem? His wanna-be girlfriend was topless on screen and he was noticing production values? She looked beautiful to him even with her naturally wheat colored hair bleached closer to blonde. As she clutched at her breasts, the camera zoomed it. It wasn't an artful zoom, just sloppy. He watched her pinching and rolling her nipples, pulling on them in a way he had never done with a woman. Was that how she liked it? Without the benefit of story, the first man shoved down his cut-off jean shorts, exposing a hard-on of usual porn star proportions. "Suck it," he said, though the wind obscured his words. They could have benefited from a directional mic. Holding up his man-meat, he approached Christina. Opening her mouth, she started sucking, earning another zoom from the camera and several sloppy editing cuts. Christina's style and technique of sucking cock was the same as any other porn star. She deep throated it, rubbed the shaft, and uttered enough fake moans that the sexually ignorant wouldn't be wrong to assume her clitoris was somewhere near the back of throat like the old movie, "Deep Throat." As she worked over the first man, the second man moved forward with his big cock, too. She didn't balk. She grabbed the new prick, rubbing it a few times before turning her head to give him the same treatment. The exact same treatment, including the sloppy editing. The guys waited their turns at her mouth. Nick knew Christina was watching him, giving the movie only glances. She sat on the far side of the couch, snuggled into the corner of the well-padded armrest and back of the couch. The hem of her dress rested just above her crossed knees. Bent elbow on the back of the couch, she cupped the side of her head against her hand. Her hair was longer than in the video and hung in a curtain behind her hand. Nick sat in the center of the couch, where she had directed him to sit. He relaxed, called on his military training to sit upright, eyes forward, his hands resting on his thighs. He had his feet squarely on the floor in front of him and his knees about a foot apart. If he wished, he could stare at the TV without seeing it. How many times briefings had he sat through doing exactly that? But respecting her wishes, he forced himself to watch. "You can talk," she said. She sounded amused, but there was an edge behind her words, too. "I'm not sure what to say." "Say anything, dammit. I'm fucking naked and sucking off two guys." She must have glanced at the TV, because she corrected herself. "Okay, I'm fucking one of them now." On screen, she was on in a doggie-style position and the first guy she had sucked was now behind her, jamming his big prick in and out of her bare pussy with more rhythm than passion or finesse. The editor struggled to show how busy she was by splicing close-up cuts of her mouth with close-up cuts of the prick driving in and out of her pussy. Every now and then, a three-shot showed how they were positioned, in case the viewer forgot the reference point. Nick's first question was a technical one. "Did someone pick up a reflector or did they turn the light on the camera?" "Excuse me?" Nick had to wait until the editor showed another shot of her pussy behind fucked. "There," he said, pointing. "That was all in shadow the first two times and now it's lit." "Wow! Who's the fucking geek now?" Nick gave her confused look. "What?" "You're watching me getting banged by two hot guys and your first question is about how it was shot?" "It's what I've done for the last eight years," he reminded her. "Not porn." "Doesn't matter. The techniques are the same and these guys have no idea what they're doing." "The guys fucking me did." Nick turned back to the TV where the guys had traded placed but the camera work and editing never improved. The challenge in her voice reminded him of a major he worked with during his second assignment. Major Thompson insisted content trumped style. It took Nick three months to realize what he really meant: Nick spent too much time in the editing. He learned to work harder during the shoot and faster in editing until he produced training videos that fit his vision and matched the major's expectations. "It's just sloppy," he said, not wanting to sound defensive, but unwilling to concede his point. "Really? He's barely wet. That director hated when girls drooled while sucking." "No, the editing," he said, laughing. "Will you shut-up about the editing and notice me fucking?" "Yeah, okay," he agreed, resuming his upright, eyes forward body position. Watching videos produced by his former major had felt like torture tolerance training, but he survived and was better because of it. He stared, dutifully watching and trying to think of a question or comment he could give to Christina. On screen, the guys had moved to a double penetration. "Why don't they ever show the lubing?" he asked. "How do you mean?" "You were lubed for that scene, right? He didn't fuck your ass dry, did he?" She laughed. "No, we used lots of lube. There's an entire protocol we followed for bareback anal." He nodded. "Right and I get not showing the brand of lube, but would a shot of you or him lubing up his, um, his dick be hot? And faithful, too, right? I don't think anyone takes it dry, even in prison." She laughed again. "This really doesn't mean anything to you?"' He risked looked at her instead of the TV, would she be pissed that he wasn't watching? He didn't know. When watching a Major Thompson production, he learned to never look away from the video. He gave the screen occasional glances, but talked to her. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say. Do I like seeing you naked? Yes, I think you're beautiful, even with another guy's dick inside of you." "You're not hard." "I didn't know I was supposed to be." "I said you could get that way if you wanted, remember? You can jerk off or we can fuck. I can suck you off, if you want." Nick tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love you." "Yeah, I've heard that before," she said, glancing at the screen. Nick's eyes followed hers. It was time for the money shots. Christina knelt on the blanket, stroking both guys while they jerked off. Her head was turned up, her mouth wide open, and her tongue extended, all reminding him of a hatchling waiting for the momma bird to show back up with lunch. The man on her right came first, spraying his spunk across her cheek and tongue. Without a cut, the man on her left released his load, streaking the other side of her face. The scene ended with a slow zoom out, showing her on her knees, pushing cum into her mouth. "Is that what you want me to do to you?" "You can, if you want." "That's not what I asked." His eyes were on her, though her head was turned watching the start of the second scene in the movie. Slowly, she turned back to him. "Would you think less of me if I said I might like that?" Nick squirmed. That got to him more than anything he had seen in the last fifteen minutes of hardcore video. "Not if you were telling the truth." "Is it okay if I fast-forward?" she asked, picking up the remote. "There's another scene, I think it's on this disc. Can I show it to you?" "Please," he said, willing to watch anything she wanted to show him. After using the chapter skip feature, she found the scene. She rewound the video, but all she had missed was the end of the previous scene and a slow fade to black followed by an equally slow fade up from black. "Shit, they really chopped these scenes up," she complained, pressing pause. In the frozen frame, she was on her knees, still dressed. In her hand was the hard cock of a man in a suit and tie, his prick was sticking out of his dress pants. "This is such a short scene and so out of context on this DVD. See, the story was for my character to give this guy a blowjob in the cloak room, but they cut all that out." Behind them, Nick noticed the coats on hangers. Pressing play, they watched the scene. It was short and the videographer and editor were more talented. There were well timed shots of her sucking cock, the man reacting, and rarity of rarities, her reacting to having his cock in her mouth. The man came, on her tongue, but in her mouth. Her show of swallowing was followed immediately by fade to black for the next scene cutting off any dialog. "Fuck!" she whined, pausing the video as a slow fade from black began. "That scene was so hot!" "It was shot better," Nick acknowledged. "Fuck how it was shot, it's porno, baby. What I'm saying is that I got really hot making that scene. Hell, I'm wet now, watching it again and remembering it." "You liked him?" "Who? The guy I shot it with? Hell, I don't even remember his name. What I liked was the idea of the story. I liked being on my knees like that, not in public, but on my knees and sucking off my man." "I thought you said you didn't know him?" "I don't. Maybe we did some other scenes together, too. We had to, for that movie, probably. I fucked so many guys, I don't remember half of them. But you're missing my point. I like to suck cock. I like to just do it. Does that make me a slut?" "Depends whose cock you're sucking, I guess," Nick answered, picking up her use of language. "Is it better if you don't know the guy?" Christie laughed, patting his leg. It was the first time she touched him since they arrived at her house. Biting off her laugh, she explained it. "It's better if it's someone I know and like. It's always better that way. But I really like sucking, a lot. I used to fantasize about it when I wore braces. Remember that? Remember that stupid halo brace I had to wear?" Nick laughed. "You were wearing it the day I met you." "I was so glad to get those braces off my teeth. I think that's why I like sucking dick. Who would have wanted me to do it when I wore all that metal?" "Good point," he said, happy to smile with her. "I don't know," she said, her gaze drifting away again. "I just know, any guy I get serious with, he has to like me sucking his dick, you know? I want to always do that, all the time for him." She caught Nick's clandestine squirm and smiled. Hand on his thigh, she looked at him. "You like the idea, don't you?" He cleared the odd lump that appeared in his throat so he wouldn't croak out his answer. "What guy wouldn't?" Her hand slipped higher on his leg. "Pull it out. Let me do it right now." The side of her hand pressed against his crotch. "Turn off the video first." "Really? I don't care if it plays. You can watch it while I do it." He shook his head. "I'm serious. I watched a scene from one of your movies. Now turn it off, okay?" After she pressed a button on the remote, the screen went black. "Kiss me," he said, hand again behind her neck, pulling her lips towards his. Their first kiss was like the ones in the bar, but Nick didn't pull away nor did he let her. He kissed her again and when he touched her lips with his tongue, they parted for him. As they kissed, her hand cupped his crotch, squeezing him, making his grow hard. He let it happen. He didn't have a choice. He was too lost in the softness of her kiss to pull away. He refused to risk ruining the moment, even when his cock became a long, hard lump inside his pants. His hand dropped from her neck to her breast. He cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress and thin bra. He found her hard nipple and caressed it gently, nothing like how he had seen in the movie. If she wanted it differently, he would learn that in time. He didn't need a video to tell him how to make love to the woman he wanted. Between kisses, she gasped. "I do have a bedroom," she offered, kissing him again before he could give an answer. "Do we need one?" he asked when she began to unbutton the top of his jeans. She giggled before they could kiss again. "Um, former porn star. I'm fine with doing it anywhere." She pulled open his pants, but before she could put her hand inside, he stopped her. "I don't want to make love to a porn star. I want to make love to Christina." "I know, consider it a two-fer. I can't be one without being the other." "Are you still doing movies?" he asked. They stayed close, their foreheads touching even though their lips weren't. "Not in three years. Like I said, I'm done with that part of my life." He kissed her again. That was all he needed to hear. He would work out the rest as they went along. He let go of her hand, preferring the feel of her breast. She wormed her hand inside the elastic waistband of his boxers, finding his cock hard, and caressing it. She moaned into his mouth. Snaking his hand inside the v-neck of her dress and beneath her bra, he touched her bare breast for the first time. Her nipple was hard and he moaned, too. "I want to taste you," she told him. "Can we do that? We can do anything else you want, but I really want to do that first." "Who else are you seeing?" he asked, pulling away to see her face better. "What? No one. Just you. Like I said, a lot of guys have a hard time dating a girl with a past like mine." He nodded. "No girlfriend, either?" She shook her head. "I like girls, but not as much as guys and I haven't had a girlfriend in over a year." He kissed her again, just a peck, before standing in front of her. He pushed his jeans farther open. Pushing down the elastic of his boxers, he hooked it beneath his balls. "Go for it," he told her. Christina looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes he didn't see in either of the scenes they had watched together. Maybe it was the way the lights in her living room captured the green flakes in her brown eyes, he couldn't be sure, but he was sure he saw a sparkle before she licked the length of his shaft. Opening her mouth, she bowed her head, and sucked him. As a veteran of many blowjobs, Nick recognized true skill when he felt it. Whether it was learned from years of making porno movies or a reflection of fantasies she once had, he didn't know or care. What he did know was the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He felt her flickering tongue dancing along the underneath part of his shaft. He felt the passion of someone doing something they enjoyed. He gave into it, too. "So good," he murmured. She moaned her agreement. "Too good," he added, earning a glance up from her. "Don't hold back," she told him. "I want this." He gave her a nod as she bent to give his knob repeated bobs of her head. Nick was a man with a man's needs, but not a man-whore. He had enjoyed the pleasures of several women since leaving the service, but none of it was serious with them. Bar pick-ups and nothing more. Not a one of those other women had made him wait three dates before getting intimate. He respected rules and boundaries. He caught the irony of the moment, too. The former porn star with hundreds of titles behind her was the woman who had followed the rules. As the waves of pleasure her mouth created surged through him, Nick allowed them to over take him. He came, softly moaning with the thrill as his cock throbbed and released his orgasm deep inside her mouth. She didn't pull away and make a show of it like in the videos. She kept her lips wrapped around him and her moans joined his as she swallowed each pulse of his thrill. When he was done, she pulled away, smiling up at him. She looked very happy. "Okay, boyfriend," she told him. "Here's what's going to happen." She pulled his pants down to his knees, picked up the remote, and pressed play again. "I'm going to gargle, brush my teeth, and get out of this dress. You're going to strip naked, watching me fucking and sucking on camera, and get yourself hard again. And when I come back, it's your turn to do me." "Do you how?" "However you want," she said, kissing the tip of his prick before standing up and leaving the room. The soldier in Nick was good at following directions. He stripped off his clothes, neatly folding and stacking them on an easy chair near the couch. Sitting naked on her couch, he ignored the production values of the video playing. In it, Christina was fucking and sucking two men again in a generic living room setting with abstract art on the walls. His videographer eye caught how the artwork wasn't protected with glass, a common technique to prevent lighting glare. He barely noticed the two men groping and caressing the strawberry blonde version of Christina. Admiring her body, he found it easy to convince his prick to stay hard. "Fuck, that makes me want to suck you again," Christina announced as she walked back into the living room. Nick stared, his mouth gaping open as he saw her naked for the first time in real life. Her lean body was as fit as her track days and he guessed without knowing she still liked to run. Maybe they could go for a run together? He pushed the stray thought away, too busy admiring the curve of her waist and way her breasts still rode high on her chest. When she came near, they kissed again and he tasted the mint still in her mouth from gargling and brushing her teeth. He appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't what he most wanted to taste. The Girl with a Past When he pulled her down to the couch with him, she giggled. Nick cut the giggle short with another kiss as his hands admired the curves of her body. "You are so beautiful," he told her, kissing down her neck. "I bet you say that to all the girls." "Probably," he said, flashing her a grin and still earning a playful slap on the back from her for saying it. He reached her breasts and wasn't satisfied until he had felt both hard nipples between his lips and beneath his tongue. Pulling her lengthwise on the couch, he continued his downward kissing, across her tone, flat stomach and not stopping until he was between her legs. She wore a tiny tuft of light brown pubic hair just above her slit. He kissed that little soul patch before kissing her lower. Christie tasted as sweet as any woman he had gone down on. Much as her blowjob had felt like a labor of love for her, so it was for Nick pressing his mouth and tongue between the lips of her pussy. He loved pussy and the only thing he loved more than eating it was fucking it. He stayed between her legs until she cried out in passion. She didn't last any longer than he had. While he was tempted to keep going, to bring her to another orgasm, the need between his legs was too great. He wanted to be inside of her, against her, rubbing as much of his flesh against her bare flesh as he could. "Condom?" he asked, poised and eager to enter her. He didn't have any, she hadn't brought one out with her, but he still felt obligated to ask. "Not unless you want one," she told him, looking at his eyes and reading his face again. "Just checking," he answered, slipping inside of her. It's a widely held myth that women who star in porno movies become stretched out and loose from fucking so many extra large cocks. The truth is two-fold. First, a woman's vagina is made to stretch wide enough to manage birth. Secondly, it takes muscle control to accommodate those big pricks. Religious working of Kegel muscles offers a woman extra tightness and teaches her which part of her body to relax during sex. Nick's average sized cock didn't need her to relax her muscles to fit him inside, but she still felt as tight and firm to him as any woman. Holding himself up on strong arms conditioned from years of doing push-ups for physical training tests, Nick rested his body just above hers. He skillfully lowered his chest, allow it to brush against her stiff nipples as he moved in and out of her. Christie hooked her legs behind his back, clutching at him, and moving with him. They kissed, interrupted only by her need to gasp as her orgasms came to visit her again. With each orgasm, Nick felt the tone of her Kegel muscles squeezing around his prick, milking it, urging him to release a second time. Before they started to sweat from the exertion, he came. As he cock throbbed, he felt her orgasm squeezing in counterpoint to his thrill. They cuddled together on her couch, their bare bodies pressing against one another. In the months to come, naked or clothed, her big couch began their favorite place for cuddling. They did a lot of both as Christie insisted Nick watch every video she ever made. "It's the history of my life," she insisted. He shook his head. "No, I have the history of your life saved as emails," he told her, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "When was the last time I told you how much I love you?" "I think you just did," he said, getting up to put in another DVD. He read to her the title of it and she typed it into the laptop on the coffee table. As they had worked through her library, they reorganized it in roughly chronological order. Nick had watched her change from the eighteen year old teen she had been when she started and into the woman she became. There wasn't much of a difference. Even after five years in the business, she had been able to pass herself off as a barely legal teen. He pressed the play button on the DVD player before sitting down next to her. "And no sex while we watch this one," he admonished. "Aw, what if it's one of my favorites?" "Fuck you and fuck your favorites," he said with an easy-going grin on his face. "I'm serious." It was an important admonishment for him to give her, too. Unlike him, the crappy production values seldom bothered her and she was much more likely to get turned on while they watched her fuck and suck. Along the way through her library, he heard the stories attached to different videos. Only twice, had she pointed at an actor and said they had dated and then she would point out where in their timeline a video fell, from "Just met him," to "We were fucking off camera, too," to "That was right after we broke up." He couldn't see the differences in her on-screen performance. Other stories were about places or off camera people on the set. She had a really interesting story about a husband and wife who worked on a gang-bang shoot together. Apparently, when the talent failed to show for the last scene, the wife stepped in did the fucking and sucking while her husband watched. "As far as I know, that was the only scene she ever did and they're still married today. I don't know for sure, though." Nick struggled with the beginning of her scene. It started with her masturbating pool side while the actor playing the pool boy watched. He didn't care about her being outside or being watched while she did it, but he did enjoy watching her play with herself. "I always came doing that," she had told him six weeks ago during another scene and knowing that had made it harder for him to watch any scenes of her touching herself. When it made him hard, he tugged at the front of his pants. "Problem?" she asked, noticing his effort to re-angle the dangle. "Nothing that can't wait," he promised. "You know this is the last one, right?" "You're kidding me? I thought we had another row to go?" "Those are all compilation discs. We'll need to order them, but after this one, we've seen them all. Every scene ever released." "Wow," she said, squirming a bit, too. "Knowing you're hard makes this hard for me, too." "You can suck me off when it's over," he promised. "Tease!" "Me? Who's naked and fucking on screen?" "I'm not fucking yet, I'm just sucking him. He was a nice guy, always drunk on set, though. I don't know how he got it up sometimes." The scene played out. After masturbating to an orgasm, attracting the attention of the pool boy, and completely servicing him, the scene changed to two other actors talking inside the house. "Are you in the finale?" Nick asked. Christie shook her head. "Nope, that was early on. Just a onesy. Now, can I suck you?" Nick stood, positioning himself between her legs. Christie eagerly worked the front of his pants, tugging them down to his knees once she had them open. Hooking fingers inside the band of his boxers, she pulled them down next and leaned forward to pull his cock between her lips before noticing the ribbon he had tied loosely around his cock and balls. "What's this?" she asked, pulling back to admire the decoration. "Gift wrapping it for me now?" Nick laughed, wiggling his hips back and forth so his cock shook "no" for him. After months of dating an ex-porn star, he had gotten used to her twisted sense of humor. After years of performing naked in front of the camera, what could possibly surprise or embarrass her? Had has girlfriend been anyone other than an former porn star, he knew he would be scoring an absolute zero on the romance scale, but that's just what she was and he took the risk. "See if you can figure it out," he told her, poking his cock at her mouth. There was the sweet music of Christie's giggle before she opened her mouth and drew him between her lips. After bobbing her head up and down his shaft a couple of times, she reached for his balls, caressing his sac. That's when she felt it. That's when she stopped sucking, pulled away, and gave his a questioning look. With a porn star's comfort level of another person's body, she lifted his balls out of the way, and peeked between his legs. "Oh-my-fucking-God, what the hell is this?" she asked, turning the ribbon around until the diamond engagement ring was back at the top of his cock where he had tied it in the first place. Nick knelt in front of her, working the knot that had once been a bow. Finally, he held the ring up to her. "Christina Lords, formerly Cindee Sinns, will you bestow upon me the honor of one more name change to Christina Steel?" "YES!" she shrieked right before they started kissing with the passion of just married virgins.