2 comments/ 28329 views/ 9 favorites Me and the Porn Star By: Cromagnonman She walked from the terminal building with a purposeful stride that spoke of self-confidence. I was first cab on the rank and because of the system in place at the airport, she had no option but to choose mine, some guys have all the luck. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it so, as I got out to load her black wheelie bag into the boot I took a closer look at her. She wore those huge sunglasses that Victoria Beckham made popular and that covered almost half of what appeared to be a face that I was sure that I had seen somewhere before. The collar of her jacket was turned up, I didn't know whether it was as protection from the icy blast that originated in the Antarctic or to hide her features even more. "Where to Ma'am." "I need to get to Melrose, is that okay?" "Do you mean Melrose Park?" I assumed that she was unfamiliar with South Australia and had mistaken the country town for the suburb. "No, I want to go to Melrose." "Very Well. Because it's a long way I will have to ask you for the fare up front. It'll cost," I thought for a second or two, how much could I charge her before she thought it was too much and go elsewhere, "six seventy-five dollars." She let out a frustrated sigh and opened her wallet and extracted seven green hundred dollar bills. "Is that enough?" "Yeah, sure. Thank you, look I'm sorry I had to do that but I've been stiffed a few times in the past so I make it a pre-requisite before I undertake a long journey." "That's all right, I would most likely do the same thing if I was you. Don't worry about it, you were protecting yourself." I opened the back door for her but she declined and instead climbed in the front, wow! "How long have you been driving cabs?" Through the dark lenses of her sunnies I could see that she had her eyes closed. "For the last five years or so, I'm in the last year of my part-time degree at university and after I graduate I'll have a job in my chosen field." "And what is your chosen field?" "I'm studying to be an Electrical Engineer and I'm working with a group that is funded by a private company researching the next generation photovoltaic technology. After graduation I will be working with their manufacturing company." "You sound as if you have your future planned, I just wish that I had your opportunities five years ago when I graduated high school." "You can always apply for mature entry into university." "I'm not that old." "What I meant was that if you're over twenty-five, or if your high school grades were good enough, you can apply for courses at University that won't require you to go back to school to matriculate." "I don't think that will be possible." "Why not? You look capable of anything if you set your mind to it." "I can't because I've burnt too many bridges, my looks are the problem." I looked at her more closely and suddenly I remembered where I had recognized her from and I understood her concern. "Oh my God, you're a porn star aren't you? What was your name, Candy Rappa, that's it. I saw one of your videos, you were great but the story line, what there was of it, sucked." She took off her sunglasses and looked at me. "You see, that's the problem, I'm scared that people will recognize me and make life intolerable for me." "If you don't mind me asking, and I have to admit to a lack of extensive experience in the world of porn videos, I only saw the one, why? Why did you get into this industry?" "As a form of revenge on the high school I went to, stuck-up bitches." "What happened?" "I was the victim of tokenism in its worst form, I was from an ethnic minority at a time when schools thought that by allowing students from differing backgrounds in as scholarship students their Alumni could pat themselves on the back and tell themselves that they were liberal people. Then my parents were killed in a motor vehicle accident just before I graduated and the school magnanimously allowed me to complete my course, the fact that my tuition fees had already been paid didn't enter into their thinking." "So what was the problem? Why were you so angry at them?" "It was the name that I was called. My real name is Candace Rappaport and this was shortened to 'Candy Wrapper'. I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for the derision used. I was hurt and determined to rise above it while at school and seek revenge afterwards which is why I chose that name when I went into the porn industry. Would you believe me if I told you that what the stuck up bitches were doing was just as bad as the things I did on video, the stupid part about it was that I got paid for it, they didn't." "What do you mean?" "There seemed to be a party every weekend and they all seemed to be some sort of contest to see how many boys they could do over the course of the evening, and what they did, well what I allowed on video seemed tame by comparison. Before I started in the industry I made sure that there was no anal, no DP's and definitely no creampies, but these girls, they had it in every available hole, sometimes two at a time and they allowed vaginal and anal creampies and were happy to swallow any amount of it." "Why Porn?" "Money, pure and simple. My grandmother had to look after me until I left school and she has a small property at Melrose that doesn't earn enough to support us both so I looked for an industry where I could earn good money quickly and take care of her." "Wait a minute, the video I saw, didn't the guy come inside you?" "You don't know much about the industry do you? When you want it to look like you've had some stud cream inside you he shoves it as far as possible inside you and yells like his balls are being squeezed, then there's a cut away shot while some stage hand rushes in with a syringe full of rice starch or something like it and injects it into your pussy. Then back to a close-up while you push it out again, usually accompanied but some bullshit about him cumming inside you when you specifically told him not to and what you are going to do if you get pregnant. If you must know half the guys are using Viagra to keep it up, if they had to rely on being aroused they'd never get it up." "It must be hard work, having some cock in your pussy for ages while it's being filmed." "I don't know about hard work so much but my cunt gets sore after a while, we have to use literally bottles of lube." "The one I saw you were at it for some thirty minutes, is that normal?" "No. That scene took all day to shoot, what with the lighting and make up and the set up. The actual action took about half of the time and most of it ends up being edited out." "How did you get into the industry, after all you are here and the video was shot in the US?" "I was visiting my Grandmother during the school holidays and there was a film crew shooting a feature film in the area. They were looking for extras so I went along thinking that I'd be able to stay in the background and earn a few bucks. The director saw me and decided that he'd give me a walk-on part, and this went fine. He then approached me with the usual bullshit story about how I have the potential to be the next Nicole Kidman or whoever and if I were to sleep with him he'd make sure that doors were opened for me in Hollywood. I told him that when the doors opened I'd consider opening my legs for him. I thought no more about it until six months later when I got a package in the mail that contained an airline ticket to LA, a work permit and the keys to an apartment along with the phone number of a director that was interested in testing me for an upcoming role." "And the role was in porn?" "Yeah but it didn't happen right away. These guys are really sleazy, when I got to LA I called the number and was told that he was on location and wouldn't be back for a month. This month turned into three during which time I found that the rent on my apartment had only been paid for one month so I was behind and in danger of being kicked out. It was then that he returned my calls and I was directed to go to this warehouse building the next day." This is her story pretty much as she told it to me: When I arrived I was taken into a studio of sorts and told to put on these clothes, a skirt that short that it covered not much and a top that was cut that low that it just as well not be there and then there were the shoes, platform stilettos that were so hard to walk in that I thought that I was going to break my ankle. I then had to come through a door into this room set up like a photographic studio with one extra bit of equipment, a video camera. There was a man and a woman seated on a sofa. They introduced themselves as Peter and Suzie, and that they were scouting for modelling talent. I had to say that I was there to test for a modelling assignment. Peter got up and walked around me looking at me from every angle, "What do you think?" Suzie asked him. "She looks fine to me, although," he hesitated as if he was really reluctant to ask me to strip, "I will need to see her with her top off." I was instructed to take my top off but I didn't. 'Why do you want me to take my top off, there's hardly any of it here?" I of course knew where this was heading and was going to make the most of it, after all I needed money in a hurry. "If you want the top off you will have to come up with some serious green." "How much are you talking about?" "I need a couple of hundred up front for rent and food." "If we give you two hundred will you take off your top?" "As they say in the classics, 'show me the money!'" He took a wad of notes from his pocket and peeled off two hundred dollars and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, so I took off my top. He did another lap around me and then he reached out and squeezed my right tit. "Very nice." He pulled my nipple to see if it would stand up, it did. "Would you take off your skirt." Suzie told me. "It'll cost you." Another two hundred dollars hit the coffee table and the skirt hit the floor, and because I wasn't wearing any lingerie I was starkers. Yet another lap which included a slap on the butt followed by a finger sliding between my legs and rubbing between my pussy lips. I slapped his hand away. "That will cost more." More it was. From the way that the money was coming out I assumed that they had already seen my performance in the movie and knew that they wanted me so I was going to work this for all I was worth. "Tell me Candy, are you a virgin?" "No." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No." "Do you enjoy sex?" "Yes, with the right person, I don't just jump into bed with anyone." "Would you be willing to have sex on camera with the right person?" "So this is a try-out for a porn film, not some straight modelling job?" "Yes. We are always on the look-out for new and special talent and we think you have what it takes to succeed in this industry." "How much does it pay?" "Let's put it this way, you stand to make more in one year doing porn than you will competing against the millions of young girls for the few roles available to them in straight film." "Can I make conditions?" "Such as?" "Definitely no anal, no DP's, facials are okay as long as I don't have to swallow, and last but not least, no creampies." "Okay we'll see how we go with that. Would you be willing to have sex with a man now?" "So you just happen to have one standing by, huh?" "This is an audition, and yes Rod is in the next room, and he has been watching you while we have been speaking and knowing him he's probably been jerking off." "Very well, pay me an extra five hundred and wheel him in." The door opened and Rod walked in with his cock at the ready, I either turned him on big time or he's been flogging his cock. "What do you think Rod?" Rod walked around me several times, fondling my tits and rubbing me between the legs. "Very nice." It was around this time that I realized that one of the reasons they used tiny girls but made them wear those ridiculously high heels, small girls made medium sized cocks look huge in close-up, especially when the angle of the shot is down the cock to her face, while the heels brought me up to somewhere near his height. The other reason is to cater for the fantasy that many men have of fucking underage girls. "Let's do this." Peter and Suzie walked over and stood behind the camera. I had to get dressed, if you can call getting into that short skirt and almost non-existent top getting dressed, and sit on the sofa with a fully clothed Rod. He kissed me and fondled my tit through the top while my hand stroked his cock through his jeans. I then got on my knees in front of him and opened his flies releasing his already hard cock for me to suck. After several minutes of bobbing up and down while the camera tracked around us and zoomed in for close-up from every possible angle Rod lifted my top and began to fondle my tits. This took up several more minutes before I was stripped naked at which time there was a pause while my skin was examined for blemishes that would need to be avoided in close-ups. There were none. Rod stripped off and the action resumed with him licking my pussy so that it was wet when he stuck his cock into it. We tried many positions looking for the ones that looked best on film, doggy was probably my favourite because my natural tits were firm enough that they didn't flap around when he shoved into me and they weren't that firm that they looked as if they were nearly all silicon. Rod liked froggy and the camera was able to move if for extreme close-ups that even I had to admit were pretty damn good. We did it cowgirl, both facing toward him and away from him, on the side, not very successful because he kept slipping out, before, after over an hour that would probably be edited down to twenty minutes, I knelt in front of him while he jerked off over my face. We then had to sit through the whole thing while they decided if the video was of merchantable quality or not. Eventually I was allowed to go home, sore from all of that fucking but nonetheless richer by eleven hundred dollars. That was where the career of Candy Rappa, porn star began and in the ensuing thirty months I did probably some forty scenes, earning more from each as I went along and my fame spread until the last one I did earned me eight thousand dollars. Unfortunately the demands on me were getting even more difficult to cope with. The first was to do anal, but I dug my heels in over that one and eventually the word got around to not bother asking me to do it. I allowed simulated creampies but there was no way that anyone was going to cum into me, ever. I eventually, reluctantly agreed to a gang bang video on the understanding that it was oral and vaginal sex only and that was a real eye-opener, believe me, there I was with a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth while there were a couple of other guys jerking off to maintain a hard on while they waited their turn on camera. It caused me to think that I wasn't attractive to men any more and then I was told that this was fairly common, it was even suggested that these guys may not be able to get it off with girls. The other demand that was put on me was to be fucked by bigger and bigger cocks, I was even asked to do a scene with these dudes with eighteen inch long prosthetic cocks that shot half a pint of cream over the girls face and this was supposed to look like the real thing. Give me a break! I wanted no part of that one. Some of the black men were really nice and considerate while a couple of the white guys with big cocks had egos to match and all that they wanted to do was to choke me on it, you know the ones, 'gag on my dick bitch' as they rammed it into my mouth, and once they got it into my pussy it was go at it hammer and tongs until I was so sore I could hardly do it without flinching. It was almost as if they had to prove that they could inflict more pain than the black guys. I did a couple of lesbian scenes that were pretty cool but I am definitely not one, and a couple where I worked with another girl in a three-way, and that was okay as well. We were well into the country by this time and I had taken the opportunity to get a closer look at my passenger. The video that I had seen did not do her justice at all, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and streaked with a slightly darker shade of blonde. Her face was unlined and tanned from the sun, not a salon. She had taken her jacket off some time ago because the temperature in the cab was high enough for her not to need it, and the thrust of her breasts against her top was a turn on for me. Her skirt was long enough with a slit in front that was open and while I could only just see her knees the legs that I could see stretching in front of her were very nice, again tanned and smooth. "Like what you see?" I was caught out. What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound, "Very much so, to the point that I might just go out and buy all of your videos just so that I can admire you at any time, day or night." "How sweet of you to say that, even if you don't mean it." There was a smile in her voice, she was pleased at my response. "Were coming into a town soon, I think that we should stop for a rest, I'll buy you a coffee." "Cool." Cool? This is the coolest thing to ever happen to me, having coffee with a beautiful woman. The fact that she is a porn star doesn't enter into it, I realize that any ambition that I may have in that direction was doomed to failure. I pulled into the roadhouse and shut off the motor. We both sat there for some time, me not wanting to spoil the moment, she, well why she didn't want to move was a mystery to me. Eventually I opened my door and got out. As I walked around to her side of the cab to open the door for her, she opened it and, I can't believe this is happening, as she put her leg on the ground to get out her skirt rode up and the slit in front opened revealing a very shapely thigh. I quickly looked away before my fantasy caused me to get an erection. She saw my predicament and smiled at me and her hand touched my shoulder as she walked past. "What do you do when you aren't driving a cab or studying?" "When I have time I play a little football but, because I can't always make training I'll never make the A team, and I like reading crime novels and listening to music, I can do those on my own and they're relatively cheap." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No. I had one, but the hours I work and study leave little time for any relationship." "How sad for you." Her hand reached across the table and rested on mine. "One of the things that I've come to realize is that we have to have some sort of relationship, whatever form that takes. We were never meant to be solitary beasts. Sex in its place is fine but it will never replace a good relationship." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No." Her hand squeezed mine, was this an invitation? "I've never believed that it would be fair on a partner if it was common knowledge that his lover was seen on video fucking a whole bunch of different guys." There was an emphasis on the word 'fucking' that suggested that she differentiated between fucking and love. "It seems that we are both in the situation of not wanting to commit to a relationship because of our work. How sad are we?" "Maybe, nah forget it." "You were about to say that maybe we could get together?" "It was a thought that flashed through my head at a hundred miles an hour. Forget I even thought it." "No, I'm flattered that you would even think it, knowing what you know about me, most men look at me and immediately think about what it would be like to fuck me." "Believe me that thought was a part of what went through my mind, but only after an appropriate period of getting to know each other, say half an hour." I said it with a broad grin on my face and she took it in the manner intended. Me and the Porn Star Coffee arrived and was sipped, I would like to have said enjoyed but it wasn't that good. What was enjoyed was the conversation that had degenerated into tease and counter tease, innuendo and double entendre and before long we were laughing as if we had known each other forever, we were that comfortable within ourselves. The time had come to move on and the cab soon settled into its easy pace as it ate up the kilometres north. Jet lag took its grip on Candy and soon she was asleep, which I didn't mind because it gave me the opportunity to think about what was happening to me. Up until this point in my life I've had to work hard to achieve what I have. My parents were wealthy enough, but my father insisted that I work my way through university so that I would learn the benefits of hard work, so I had to seek casual work to supplement my Student Allowance. At first it was at my local McDonalds but as soon as I was old enough to get a cab license one of my friends recommended me to the cab company that he worked for. The hours were crap, the returns also crappy but I enjoyed the work, and I'd met all kinds of interesting people. While I was happy enough in this situation I knew it was never going to be perfect and was always looking around for better opportunities. Because of the perception of a conflict of interest, Solartek, the company that had agreed to hire me when I completed my degree was not able to offer me work other than the research project that they were funding through the university, but the prospect of a good job kept me in touch with them. I had driven for an hour when a small voice brought my attention back from my thoughts. "Did you miss me?" Candy was awake. "Huh? Sure, you wouldn't believe how boring I find my own company." "I'm sorry I nodded off like that, but I needed it more than I realized." "That's not a problem. It sure as hell beats some of my passengers, especially those that are drunk and obnoxious. If it makes you feel better, I enjoyed just having you near." "I hope that you're not falling in love with me." "And what would be wrong with that?" "You know as well as I do that it would only lead to both of us getting hurt." "I'm not so sure of that. Look, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and what I've decided is that I want to get to know you better, really know you. I don't mean the professional you, or that I want to fuck you, I feel that underneath the façade is a hurt you wanting to reach out for help. I'm not saying that I'll be able to help you, or that I'm the right person that you need, but in the short time that I've known you I realize that we have similar problems and may be able to help each other overcome them." "Wow! You've given it some thought, haven't you?" "I have. So what do you say?" "Pull over there." She indicated a rest stop a few hundred metres ahead. My immediate thoughts were that I had upset her and that she was going to get out of the cab and try to thumb a ride the rest of the way I stopped. "Get out of the car." I got out as did she. She walked around to my side of the car and wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing my face down to hers. Our lips touched, just. That's all that it was, just our lips touching, no tongues involved, no pressure, just touching. But that was enough for me. That gentle kiss told me everything that I needed to know. Candy had decided to allow me into her life. "Hi you, I'm Candy." "Hello Candy, I'm Jason and I'm really pleased to meet you." I held her to me, she felt so right in my arms that I never wanted to let her go, but we had a journey to finish, and one to start. Back in the cab and on our way once more, Candy reached across and rested her hand on my thigh, just for a minute but it was long enough. "I've never met anyone like you, do you know that?" "How so?" "From a very early age boys, men, have wanted me for one purpose and one purpose only, as a trophy fuck, so that they could boast about 'the gorgeous chick that I fucked, I bet that I was the best fuck that she ever had!' Very few ever got to fuck me, apart from the work fucks, and if only they knew how bad most of them are, they seem to think that putting their dick in a girl and pumping away like mad is all that is necessary for enjoyable sex." "I haven't had a lot of experience in that area but I feel that making love is a mutual experience and what you describe is nothing more than selfishness." "Can we talk about something other than sex for the rest of the trip?" "Sure, I bet that you've met some famous people in the States." "Not that many actually, the movie stars don't seem to associate with people like me. I see some of them when they are out shopping and things like that, but I don't, didn't, go to the same parties that they did." "So what did you do with your spare time?" "Mostly I stayed at home and slept and worked on my all over tan, it's either a tan or deathly white, no tan lines allowed." "Did you sun bathe or is the tan from a spray or salon?" "Oh it's real all right. I had a porch that faced West and allowed me to sunbathe naked without anyone seeing me." "You don't worry about skin cancer then?" "I'm fortunate in that my skin tans quickly so I don't have to work on it that hard, and a condition in my contract is that I get regular checks for melanomas as part of my overall health check, you know for sexually transmitted stuff. I'm clean by the way, if you're interested." "That's good to know, and yes I am interested." "How about you, are you clean in that way?" "I guess so, I haven't been with anyone that is likely to have anything like that, in fact I can't remember the last time I was with someone." "How sad, do you want me to crack out the violins?" "Play away, I'm such a sad case you'd better bring on the whole orchestra for the dirge." "Are you trying for the sympathy vote because if you are don't bother, I'm only interested in positive people." "In that case, while I might not be the most successful or prolific lover in the world, all of the women I've made love to have told me that I was good, and I've just met this gorgeous woman who I'm going to make love to, and who will endorse my reputation. I may not have the biggest cock in the world but I know how to make the most of what I have. Is that confident enough for you?" "I can't wait to see if you can live up to the hype." "Do you want me to stop here?" "No, we're almost there, I can wait a little while longer, can you?" "Sure, I'll just think about one of my ex girlfriends, that'll be enough to make him go down." Her hand reached over and touched the lump in my pants, "Hm, we are keen, aren't we?" "And that's a problem how?" "No problem, just keep him on a simmer." This left me with three choices, two of which were not really choices, to concentrate on the road and lose the erection or concentrate on the erection and not on the road. The third was my decision of choice, I reached over and took her hand and placed it on my erection. "Do you realise that I'll have to take my hand away when we get to Grandma's place or you won't be able to get out of the car without holding something in front of you, and that'll look obvious." Candy directed me down this long dirt road for some five kilometres before we arrived at a gate on the right. I stopped while she got out and opened it. We drove for five hundred metres up to a typical farmhouse nestled in a grove of trees. It had a veranda on all sides and the walls were made of stone. There was a barn and implement shed standing some fifty metres from the main house, presumably so that if there was a fire in those buildings it wouldn't spread to the main house. Between these buildings were two massive rainwater tanks with pipes on poles leading to them from the roof gutters. As we pulled up in front of the house the door opened and an older version of Candy emerged wiping her hands on her apron. Candy jumped out of the car and ran to her grandmother to be engulfed in a fierce hug. I got out and opened the boot to get her bags. "Jason, this is Grams, Mrs Rappaport, Grams, this is Jason, he drove me up here and because it's been a long trip and it's late, I've invited him to stay the night before heading back to Adelaide, is that all right with you?" "Sure is Honey, come on in son." I picked up the bags and followed them into to the cool confines of the old house with its dark panelled walls and bare floor boards, worn smooth by decades of feet. We entered the huge kitchen that was dominated by two features, the huge table, a left over from when there must have been a large family, and the large cream and green enamelled slow combustion stove that Candy told me later never went out. On the back plate of the stove stood a black cast iron kettle with steam issuing from its spout. "Cuppa okay for now?" "Yes, I'm sorry Jason I shouldn't have answered for you, would you like a cup of tea?" "I'd love one, thank you." "How would you like it?" "Milk, no sugar." "Just the way that I like it." Candy scooped four spoons of tea from a canister into a pot and poured water in to it. While we waited for it to brew her grandma took a tin from the cupboard and placed some biscuits onto a plate. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. I hope that you're both hungry." We sat around the table and munched on Anzac biscuits made from mostly rolled oats and golden syrup, and sipped on the hot tea while Candy and her grandma caught up on the news. I had never seen anything like the meal that had been prepared, a baking dish was taken from the oven in which was a leg of lamb surrounded by potatoes and pumpkin. This was taken out and placed on a platter while flour was added to the pan juices along with some water in which string beans were cooking. A constant stream of conversation was directed at us while she stirred the gravy to make sure that it thickened properly and didn't go lumpy. The leg was placed on a cutting board and after running the knife blade over the steel she began to slice the meat from the bone, placing several slices on each plate. "I hope that you're hungry. If you don't clean this plate there will be no desert for you." I looked at the mound of food that she placed in front of me and sighed, how will I ever get through all of this? The look on Candy's face was the same as mine. Neither was lost on her grandma. "Just joking, boy you should have seen the look on your faces. Eat up, any scraps will go to the dogs." Wow, this food tasted like food, real food, not the plastic over-processed junk food that I'd become used to. We did the best that we could and there wasn't a lot left on our plates when the table was cleared for the next course, fruit dumplings cooked in golden syrup covered with a yellow pouring custard. My first taste of the custard was enough to convince me that it was made with real eggs and the thick skin on top was from the cream in the un-separated milk. Yum! I didn't have coverage on my mobile phone so I used the house phone to call in and tell the operator that I was tired and would stay overnight in a motel, only a small lie, and drive back in the morning. After dinner I thought that we'd sit around and listen to the country radio station, how wrong I was. Candy and I sat in the huge Lounge room and watched TV, the shows weren't all that old, while Mrs R went into her office and joined the chat room of local farmers' wives discussing the news of the day. Candy was called in to stand in front of the webcam so that the others could see what an attractive young woman she had become. It was after 10 o'clock when we got to bed. Nothing was said to me but I found that Candy and I were to share a bed. A quick shower and we were ready for bed. I left my underpants on when I came out of the bathroom but took them off when I caught the expression on her face. Pulling back the sheet I climbed, yes climbed, the bed was that high off the floor, into the bed and her waiting arms. "Hold me." I held. "I hope that you don't mind if we don't make love tonight." Damn! "No, not at all." "I want it to be just right when we do and I can't feel comfortable when Grams is just on the other side of the wall." She snuggled up to me and we were soon asleep, well she was asleep I was just lying there thinking what a bastard it was being this close to her and not being able to make love to her. I did eventually get to sleep. I was the only person in bed when I woke the next morning. I could hear movement in the kitchen and assumed that breakfast was happening when Candy walked in, totally, gloriously naked. "Grams and I have been talking and the first thing that she said when I went out to the kitchen was to ask why we hadn't made love. I told her that I wanted to see if we could separate sex from affection. Do you know what she said to me? She said; affection is fine but if you truly want to find out how much you want a person you've go to see how he is in bed. She told me that she and Grandpa had fucked the first time that they dated and they were married, happily married for over fifty years, and he never wanted to stray, not once in all of that time. So move over, we're going to see just how good we are together." I know that you're all waiting for me to tell you that it was the best sex that both of us had ever had and that I was sensational, that we tried eleventy-seven different positions and she came in every one, but I'm not going to tell you that. What I am going to tell you is that it was the most amazing experience of my life, while I expected her to lead the way and be all technique and moan and cry out every time that she pretended to come, it wasn't like that at all. It was slow, she allowed me to set the pace and I was in no particular hurry so I took my time. I explored every little nook and cranny on her amazing body, admired her silky smooth skin, the little tuft of hair just above her pussy, the dimples on her knees and her carefully manicured toe nails, but most of all I lingered over her pussy, working on it until she was quivering in anticipation and moist in readiness, waiting for the entry of my cock into paradise. I moved in her with patience and made sure that she felt ever little movement until she was urging me to come inside her. I was nothing if not an obliging person and with a final push deep inside her I flooded her with a couple of month's worth of abstinence. "I thought that you said you weren't experienced at this." "I'm not, by that I mean I haven't had a lot of lovers, but those that I have been with have taught me the benefits to be gained by being considerate of the person that you are with, by being attentive to her needs and not your own. In most cases that attention is reciprocated in the form of great sex, or in your case, magnificent sex." "I felt that. I felt that you weren't wanting me to perform like a slut, like a porn star and that there is much more to this whole process than just sex, that to really appreciate making love you have to be in love and I know that it is still early days and I know little of you, but I think I know enough about how I feel to say that it is entirely likely that I am falling in love with you." We cleaned up and got dressed before heading to the kitchen. Candy held my hand as we walked in to the room, a smile on her face, her grandmother's face lit up when she saw it. "Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes." "Come." Candy led me out the back door and over to the barn. Inside was a horse stall and in it was the most magnificent horse that I had ever seen. It was jet black all over, not even the smallest of white blazes on his face. He snickered a welcome to her as we came up to the stall and dropped his head for attention. "Pat him." I reached out and ran my hand down his face to his mouth. Because I showed no fear he accepted the attention. "His name's Rocket, he's a retired racehorse. Grams bought him off the owner for not much money on the understanding that she didn't try to enter him in any races. He was that good that whenever he was entered in a race the other horses were scratched, no-one would challenge him. He likes you and you've just passed the next test. One to go." We walked back in the general direction of the house and. Just as we reached the veranda a ginger tabby cat emerged from under the house. He did several laps of Candy's legs before, with a 'brrp' he jumped onto my shoulders and began to rub his head against my face. "You've been accepted by Rocket and now by Ginger, and I can't go against the wishes of the family so I guess that I'm going to have to persuade you to marry me." We walked back into the kitchen with our arms around each other. "How did it go?" "Great! They all love him." "So where do we go from here?" "I have to get back to Adelaide and return the cab, and then I'm going to uni to defer my next semester's studies, and then I might just come up here and live on the farm, if that's where Candy is and it's what she wants." "It's what I want. I'll come back with you so that we can spend more time together and I can help you do what you have to do. I also want to see where you live." After a hearty breakfast Candy packed some clothes into a backpack and we were ready to leave. "'Bye Grams, I'll give you a call when we get to Adelaide." They kissed and hugged. Her grandmother looked me in the eye, "You take good care of my little girl, won't you." "Sure thing." "Grams likes you." We had driven for some fifteen minutes in silence. Candy had her seat cranked back and had her eyes closed, she looked so calm and serene, and beautiful with her tight jeans and figure hugging knitted top. It was with some difficulty that I dragged my eyes from her and back onto the road. We made good time, stopping only once for a coffee at the same place as yesterday, you would have thought that experience would have told us to stop elsewhere because the coffee was still not that good but being able to chat with her and hold her hand was some compensation. Several hours later I turned off the main road and down the ramp of an apartment building. I swiped my Etag and the boom gate rose to let me in. I caught a puzzled expression on Candy's face. "I'll explain when we get inside." "Wow! This is much more than I expected." "Confession time. It's true that the parents have money, it is also true that I've had to work to support my studies but what I didn't tell you was that my grandfather left me this apartment when he died, so my only expenses are utilities and rates, and I almost forgot, I have a cleaner come in once a week." "How brave of you to do that, most rich kids would have sponged of their parents." "More confessions, I actually own the cab, you see my grandfather was a taxi driver all his life and he worked long shifts to finance my father through a private school and university. My father was given every opportunity for success and to his credit he took them, but for some reason they had a falling out and hardly spoke. Grandpa liked me and when my father insisted that I work my way through uni he gave me his cab and the plates which are worth a fortune. I guess that you might say that while I had to work I still got it pretty easy." "Even more confessions; I went to one of the top schools and I know what you were talking about when you told me of the girls at your school. The guys I was in school with called me a chicken when I told them that I wasn't going to shag every girl I went out with and I certainly wasn't going to join in any gang bangs at the parties we went to. I wouldn't be at all surprised if I witnessed some of the girls from your school getting fucked by the guys from mine. Some of my friends had heard about you and your so called frigid reputation and there was some sort of competition going on to see which would be the first to fuck you. They were disappointed. I had seen your picture and fell in love you even then and knowing that I was never in the hunt to get you." Me and the Porn Star "Did you go to your school's year 12 formal?" "Yes, why?" "How long ago was that?" 'Let me see, that would have been six years ago. Don't tell me that you were there?" "I was, not that I enjoyed it. You had a date did you?" "Yes, I took the daughter of some friends of my parents. She was pretty and fun to be with and made it abundantly clear that she would put out if I was interested. I had to explain to her that I wasn't into that scene and was saving my self for a girl that I could fall in love with and was not at all interested in casual sex. She looked at me as if I was weird and didn't even kiss me goodnight when I dropped her home." "I was there for a short time, just long enough to hear my date boast of having felt me up in the limo on the way to the formal. It was a lie and when we danced he was all over me like a rash. I told him I had to go to the toilet and sneaked out and caught a cab home. He was really pissed off for two reasons, he missed out on the opportunity to make an attempt on me and he lost face with his mates because he told them I'd told him I would and it was a certainty that he'd succeed." "I know who you're talking about and he copped heaps from his mates, they kept on asking how it was fucking you, he didn't take it well at all. You went up exponentially in my estimation. In fact I used to dream of what it would be like with you while I was masturbating." "How sweet, you won't have to worry about that any more." "Yet another confession. The company that I'm going to work for when I leave uni is owned by my father, so I guess that I'd better go and see him and explain to him my change of plans." "Can I come too? I would like to meet your parents." "Sure, why not, in fact I want to see the expression on my father's face when he sees me with a beautiful girl, actually any girl, the Olds have just about given up hope." I picked up the phone and dialled my father's number and got his PA. "Hi Bev, it's Jason, would it be possible to have a quick word with Dad?"' No, there's nothing wrong, the opposite in fact. Sure I'll be there in an hour." I put on a clean shirt and squirted the pits and we went back downstairs to the carpark. I led Candy to my blue STI spec Subaru WRX and we were soon cruising towards the CBD and my father's office. Bev looked up as we walked in, "I see what you meant when you said that it was the opposite of trouble. Introductions please." "Bev this is Candy, Candy Bev." "Pleased to meet you." Candy held out her hand to be shaken. "Tell me, just how did you manage to snare him?" "I really, really had to work for it. Boy the barrier had had up around him was like a medieval fortress. But I did it." "You'd better go in he's waiting, in fact I'll come in too, I want to see the look on his face." I opened the door and ushered Candy into the office. My father looked up from his computer and his eyes immediately rested on Candy. "Well, who have we here?" "Candy, this is my father Desmond Miller, Dad, this is Candy, your future daughter." Dad walked around from behind his desk and Candy held out her hand for him to shake. I think Dad thought that he was going to get a hug. "Tell me all, how long have you two known each other, when did you meet and when did you make the big decision?" "Since yesterday, yesterday and yesterday. Now before you cut crook and tell me that we can't possibly make this decision based on such limited knowledge of each other let me explain. I first heard of Candy years ago when I was at school and she had a reputation for not following what the other girls were doing that caught my attention. While I didn't actually meet her back then I came to realise last night that I was in love with her then. While we were talking last night Candy came to realise that, while she didn't meet me back then she and I have had the same problems and have reacted to them in exactly the same way. Everything fell into place for us last night." "That's true Mister Miller. I fought the same battles against the attitudes of my school friends that Jason did, and while I might have chosen a different way of combating them ultimately we have both reached a point where we are so much in agreement that it would be a pity for us to walk away from each other now." There was a bemused look on Bev's face as she waited for her boss's reaction to this announcement. He picked up his phone and dialled his home number. "Fee, you will never guess what has just happened. Our son the eternal bachelor has just waltzed into my office with the most amazingly beautiful young lady on his arm. Yes, wonders will never cease. I think that you will have to meet this young lady with the unlikely name of Candy so I'm inviting them to dinner tonight. Great, I'll see you at around six and they will be there at seven for seven-thirty." My mother met us at the door as we walked up the front steps. One thing that you can't really do is to sneak up in a 'Rex'. "Won't you come in." "Mum, this is Candy, Candy my mother Fiona, Fee, Miller." Candy found herself being hugged by my mother and then led towards the kitchen, "Your father's in the Living Room choosing the wine for this evening, Jason why don't you join him while we girls have a chat." I didn't like the sound of that. My father had several bottles standing on the buffet while he perused the labels before choosing one which he opened. "I suppose your mother's taken Candy off for a girly chat?" "Yes." The tone of my answer caused him to look at me. "Is there anything about Candy that we should know, some dark skeleton in her family closet?" How do you tell your strict father that the love of your life was a famous porn star? "None that I know of." "But you wouldn't would you, having known her for such a short time." Something about his answer warned me that he may just have twigged to her identity. "Nothing about her employment to cause alarm bells to ring?" "I have no control over what she did before we met, all that I know is that we agree with what we're going to do in the future, and that brings me to the reason that I wanted to have a word with you. I'm going to defer my studies for six months while I take stock of my future, Candy and my future. Don't worry, I'm still committed to working for you and I will complete my studies, just six months longer than I first intended." Mother and Candy came into the room. "Desmond, do you know what Candace did for a living?" "Tell me." "She was the star of porn movies." My father's reaction to this news confirmed what I had suspected, he already knew. Could my father have seen one of her videos, or more than one? He cleared his throat before speaking. "This is disturbing news. I don't feel that I'm ready to broadcast the fact that my son wants to marry a whore." "Don't be such a stick in the mud Desmond. I know that you watch porn videos and I'm pretty sure that you've got one with her in it, but she's left that world behind her and is ready to settle down into a blameless life so why can't you just accept that, I have. Give the girl some credit, she found that she didn't have the right connections when she left school and couldn't afford a university education like Jason and she desperately wanted to help her grandmother to pay off the farm. She had an opportunity to get into the movies but was tricked by the men in the business and found herself in the porn industry instead. She made the most of this situation and, to her credit, she was strong enough to walk away from it when she had achieved what she had set out to achieve." "No, I'll not have it, I don't care how well intentioned her actions were, she is still a whore in my eyes. She prostituted herself for money in the most public of ways. it will leave me and my company open to ridicule and could cost me some very lucrative government contracts. This situation could send me broke." "Does that mean that if I marry Candy I won't have a job either?" "I'm afraid so. This step that you're about to take requires some serious consideration. Think about it for a while before you decide." "I've thought about it and my mind is made up." "And just what are you going to live on? Are you going to send her back to work?" Candy was about to speak and I knew that she was just about to say that family is important and she didn't want to stand between me and mine, but I held up my hand to silence her. "I haven't fully thought this through but there is a way that I can finish my studies and find work at the same time, and no, Candy will not be going back to work, and no, she isn't coming between me and my family, it's your entrenched conservatism and emphasis on status that is coming between us. Come Candy, let's go." Mum kissed as both and as we left she made a sign to say that she would call us. "How do you intend to work this?" "I haven't got all the details, but I can complete my degree externally, and I'm sure that there will be someone close to your grandmother who would jump at the chance of hiring a person with my skills and expertise. I'll sell my apartment and that will give me some capital for a project that I have in mind. I hope that your grandmother won't mind me staying with you." "I don't know about that after all she is of the older generation and you know how stuffy they can be." I was just about to protest when I caught the smile on her face. We stayed in town long enough for me to put my apartment on the market and trade my 'Rex' for a more practical 'Disco'. Meanwhile the university had agree to allow me to complete my studies as an external student so there was nothing more to keep us in Adelaide. I did have a call from Mum offering us financial help if we needed it and giving us her love. Grams, yes I was told to call her that as soon as we reached home, was happy to see us and yes I could stay as long as I liked and she had friends who knew someone who just might be interested in my services. "What's this project that you were talking about?" Candy asked. We were in bed and I had just made love to her for the second time since we arrived at her grandmother's place which, as I had just found out, Candy had paid off the last of the mortgage on. "You know that I've been working on solar collection technology,' I was laying on my back with my hands behind my head and a smug look on my face, I mean who wouldn't have having just made love to someone as beautiful as Candy, "well I found a process that could make it cheaper to buy and install. Solartek aren't that keen on it because they stand to make more if the collectors are beyond the reach of the smaller consumer, limit the supply by pricing it out of reach of the majority of consumers and you can justify an even higher price. They are hoping to convince the government to make solar collectors mandatory on new homes and then they will be able to raise the price even higher than it is now. This will never happen of course because the domestic consumer is subsidising the industrial consumer and if every house generated its own electricity the price to the industrial consumer will have to rise and price of produced items will rise in line with these increases. My plan is to make these panels for the specific rural market, those who are too far away from the grid to have mains power and who have to rely on expensive diesel generators. What I hope will happen is that everyone in remote areas, every cattle and sheep station, every mining camp, and every small town will be able to generate their entire electricity needs free from the sun." Over breakfast Candy and I discussed my plans with her grandmother. "I know someone who will be very interested in your plan. When I'm on my chat room tonight I'll mention it to one of my friends and she can get her husband to have a word. With everyone listening in you'll have dozens of orders in no time." Within three months I was ready to begin small scale production of my design of photo-voltaic cells for the rural consumer and that caused a problem between me and my father. He threatened to sue me for using technology developed while I was part of a research team funded in part by his company. He claimed ownership of the intellectual property. This held up production for some two months while this matter was argued in court. With the financial assistance of my mother and Candy and her grandmother, I had invested most of my capital in setting up the production facility, we hired a good lawyer who was able to argue, with the help of documents that I had retained, that I had offered my plans to both the university and Solartek and both parties rejected them. I then took out a patent in my own name with the intention of protecting my idea when and if I got the chance to put it into production. The judge agreed with my lawyer and ruled that, as the parties had rejected my ideas I was entitled to take out patents, regardless of the fact that I was working in a research team funded by the company. M&R Solar Industries was launched as soon as we could get the infrastructure in place and we were on our way. So much has happened in the last two years. Mother visits regularly and is getting all clucky about the impending arrival of her grandchild. My father has finally agreed to bury the hatchet and has also agreed to manufacture my panels under license. I have several teams of installers going around the country installing panels and battery packs at homesteads, mining camps and larger versions in small rural communities. When publicity for this project hit the media, the Prime Minister himself, along with the Environment Minister, were at the official launch of the new factory and mandatory photo opportunity. When an interview with Candy appeared in one of the glossies, her old school sent her an invitation to their next reunion. She was very tempted to tell them to do something anatomically quite painful with their invite, but instead sent them a very polite letter declining the invitation. She has come a long way my porn star, and in a way she got her revenge for the hurt that she endured in her time there. Oh, and did I mention that tomorrow we are getting married, we didn't see the necessity of this step but the families were keen on it and families are important after all.