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She leans forward to whisper more. “Is he no good in bed?”
I blush terribly then, biting my lip, too ashamed to admit that I have no way of knowing. And never will.
Fiona stares at me and then figures it out, sitting back with a gasp. “You mean…you never…”
My blush deepens.
“Fay,” she says, looking actually worried for me now. “You’re not a…”
My eyes dart to her and I know she can see the truth there.
“Oh my god,” she murmurs. “You’re a virgin.”
I nod hastily and then take a big gulp of my wine. If we’re going to have this conversation, I’d rather be lubricated.
To my surprise, Fiona laughs loudly and claps her hands, tickled by the idea. “Baby Fay!” she laughs, “you are too cute!” I can’t help but laugh with her.
When she finishes laughing she shakes her head at me, truly playing the role of a big sister. “So what’s the problem, baby? Why haven’t you given it up to him? Are you scared? Shy?”
I shrug a little, not really knowing how to say it. “I’m not…opposed. I just…I don’t know what to do.”
“Well sweetie,” she says, finishing her glass of wine and standing up. “In this world, you’ve got to keep your man happy. Let me help.”
I stand up with her and swallow my glass of. Then, I follow Fiona back into the house, not really knowing what’s going on.
Fiona bustles through the house and I trail behind, following her to a door in the kitchen that I hadn’t noticed before. She opens it and heads quickly downstairs.
The air is noticeably cooler down here and we pass a series of metal doors. I slow my pace the further we go, getting anxious. What was this place?
“Just down here,” Fiona says, opening the last door on the left. I’m surprised when I enter it. It’s just a little study with a worn rug on the ground beneath a fine leather recliner. There’s a coffee table next to it and a large television facing the recliner. The walls are covered in media old VHS tapes, magazines, books, photo albums.
“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to sit.”
“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around.
“That’s all old family stuff,” Fiona says, waving her hand at the far wall, “but this,” she leads me over to a corner with stacks of magazines and VHS tapes. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
Fiona picks up a stack of magazines and plops them in my hand. I glance at them, curious, and then realize that they’re all Playboys. I gasp and almost drop them, eliciting another laugh from Fiona.
“You see what I mean, baby Fay?” she says, adding another bunch to the stack in my hand. “You’re just a little too uptight about this sort of thing,” she says. “It’s just sex. I thought if you came down here, explored a little,” she raises a suggestive eyebrow at me, “that maybe you’d get a little…inspiration. For you and Daniel.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. Is that what Fiona thinks our problem is? I have to stop myself from laughing.
“Um, thank you,” I say, blushing again, “but ”
“No buts!” she says, taking me by the shoulders and settling me into the leather chair. “Listen, I’m going to leave you down here by yourself, so just go ahead and explore,” she says.
“There’s lots of VHS tapes up there,” she continues, gesturing towards the corner where she found the magazines, “if movies are more your thing. Stay for as long as you want nobody is going to bother you here!”
I sigh as I find myself alone in the room, staring at the stack of porn in my lap. What the hell was I doing here? This is so not my thing.
But, well. I have to admit I’m curious about this crazy porn stash. And It’s not like there’s anything else to do. I flick through a couple of the magazines they’re super old, definitely before Kent’s time and wonder who collected them in the first place.
Bored with that, I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the titles.
Busty Co-Eds and their Punishing Professors
Street Skanks in 3D.
What the hell was this crap?
A few of the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down. When I open the box, the VHS inside also doesn’t have any writing on it. Maybe a home video, put over here by mistake?
Curious, I take it over to the waiting VCR and pop it in, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press play on the remote.
It is indeed a home video. The room being recorded is empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty room with two windows behind it. Frowning, I lean forward. Those windows look a lot like the ones in my
I gasp, then, as a woman walks naked onto the screen. She lays herself down on the bed, looking offscreen at the person who must have turned on the video recorder. Then, laying on her back, she slowly lets her knees drift apart, beckoning with a crooked finger.
I stare, fascinated, as someone else comes on the screen. I slap my hand across my mouth when I realize that he, too, is totally naked. The man crawls onto the bed, slipping a hand beneath the woman to flip her over so that she’s kneeling down, her weight resting on her knees.
When the man positions himself so that he’s kneeling behind her, I get the shock of my life.
It’s Kent. I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn.
Mesmerized, I watch Kent reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way I can’t see any details but I can tell he’s hard and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her by the hips.
The woman’s mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she’s saying his name
I lean forward, fascinated, when suddenly the door next to the television swings open.
My eyes fly to the door to see my worst nightmare
Kent is standing right there.
My heart pounding, I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can and return my wide eyes to Kent, who is still looking at me.
Please, please, please. By all that is holy, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.
“What are you doing in here,” he asks, angry.
“Um,” I say, terrified, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the tremor in my voice. “Fiona brought me here? Said I could look through some…” my eyes dart around the room for an answer that is not porn. “Some family photo albums? And home videos?”
He narrows his eyes at me, his eyes flicking to the pile of vintage Playboys on the floor. “She shouldn’t have brought you down here,” he says, moving aside so that I can leave the room. I quickly get to my feet, flicking the power button on the remote so that the TV goes blank.
Then, dropping the remote, I scurry out of the room, praying with all my might that Kent does not go back in to see what tape is in the VCR.
He closes the door behind me as I head for the steps. “Go upstairs,” he says. “Don’t come down here.”
Glad to obey, I hurry out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief. I head back towards the main part of the house, looking forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding to the back pocket of my jeans to check on my phone.