I yelled, “Then pull over!”
I was so aroused and close to orgasm that I just wanted to throw her over the hood of my tiny car and fuck. I didn’t care who drove by or what they’d yell out the window as they passed. I needed to come.
Courtney said, “Oh, Sweetie, I’d love to, but there’s no time. You’d shoot your load before I could get out and get my panties off. I’d do it for you though. I’d pull over and tear off my undies and have you suck my tits at the side of the road with your cock shoved up inside my dripping pussy with my back against the car door. I’d fuck you so hard that we’d both see stars. I’d be squeezing that wonderful wand with my magic pussy and it would be midnight before we knew what was happening to us. But no, we don’t have time. I need you to come for me right now!”
Courtney knew I was close. I was straining in my seat as she described us having sex at the side of the road, and just as I couldn’t take it anymore, she put her hand over the head of my penis and I lost it. Her hand felt so good and it added just that extra bit of eroticism, and I came. She squeezed me into her fist as if it were a condom, making a little bit of room in her palm for my semen.
I had a shattering orgasm. It was hotter in some ways than any experience that I could ever remember.
Sex with my old girlfriend wasn’t that great. She tried to be sexual, but there was always something fake about it. Like someone who tells you that you are “fascinating”. No one is truly fascinating. Ideas can be fascinating, but usually not people. Maybe there are exceptions. It was a turn-off. The harder she tried, the more fake and manipulative it seemed. She was easily aroused, or at least I thought she was, but even that might have been fake. Her orgasms were real enough, but I was never sure of how much of that had anything to do with me.
But this! This was amazing. As soon as I was finished spurting into Courtney’s hand, she moaned and raised her palm to her lips and licked her hand clean of my semen. Then she reached down and squeezed me from bottom to top and collected any more that she could get and licked that away as well.
She was still licking her fingers as she said, “Oh Baby, that was good. And I do like how you taste. Thank you so much.”
I sighed and said weakly, “It was my pleasure. Any time.”
Courtney laughed and said, “Unfortunately, no. It was too hard to concentrate on driving. I had a small one, but it was almost impossible not to touch myself and have something much bigger. Yeah, we can’t do that while driving. Maybe with practice. We’ll see.”
I rested in my seat for a little while and then pulled my pants back into place.
After a few more miles had gone by, I said, “Courtney, I don’t get something.”
She smiled as she rounded a curve and said, “What’s that, Babe? I like your car. It handles great.”
I said, “Well, I don’t understand your sex life, I guess. Sometimes it sounds like you haven’t had sex except for your first husband. It seemed like you said that he was the only guy you ever slept with. There was that thing that happened where you were raped on camera, and I’m so sorry that happened to you, but you make it sound like you didn’t have sex since your divorce.”
She said, “And for six months before that.”
I said, “Yeah. But you were also Amber. Is it that Amber had sex but you didn’t? Or how does that work? You worked in porn. And you are so sexual. I’ve never met, or even imagined, anyone like you.”
Courtney said, “Babe, I can see how you’d be confused. OK, Tim and I had sex for a while before we got married. Believe it or not, I made it all the way through college as a virgin. We dated for a while and I started spending the night with him. Dave, I like sex. And as soon as I started having it, I loved it. Even the first time wasn’t bad. I told you that there wasn’t much spark though. Yeah, I had orgasms, and you won’t believe me, but what I’ve had with you so far beats them all. There is so much emotional content with you. I came several times when I sucked on you this morning. And by the way, I’d never done that before. I sucked on a penis before, but I’d never woken up so horny that I wanted to blow you in your sleep.”
I said, “It was amazing.”
She grinned and said, “I’m glad you don’t object because it might become a ritual. But you want to know how I could be in porn and seem to have so much sexual experience but claim that I haven’t had sex with a guy in over five years. No, it wasn’t like I separated it out and Amber had sex, but I didn’t. Amber was a lie. She faked it.
It was like this. I’d go to a photo-shoot, take my clothes off, get excited, and put my robe back on. Then I go to the dressing room, or just wait till I got home, and then take care of my own needs. That was masturbating. I had plenty of fantasies, imagining what you’d be doing to me when I finally met you. Yeah, fantasies about you. You might say that you taught me most of what I know about sex. Of course, I studied on my own, too. I wanted to be ready. I practiced alone, never thinking, but always hoping that my prince would come and that when he did, I’d be the best fuck he ever imagined. And so would he. And you are. We haven’t practiced much technique, but my feelings make technique superfluous.
On camera, I really didn’t show that much. I sat in front of the camera and as fans sent in money, I’d talk dirty and take some clothes off, and even act like I was rubbing myself, but the camera mostly stayed above the waist. Sometimes I’d stand up and walk around or something, but I wasn’t sitting there with my legs spread like I’d do after I turned the camera off while I pretended I was with you.
I enjoyed the nudity. I did. I like it. I like coming home at night and taking off my clothes and taking a shower and staying naked until I go to bed. I even liked showering at the gym. There’s something about the nudity that feels so freeing in the right place. I liked being in the shower with other women. They didn’t turn me on, but being around them naked did. I loved the idea of everyone being naked and no one caring or being embarrassed by our nudity. You know what, I’d never want it the other way around, but wouldn’t it be cool to have you in the shower, too? Me and a bunch of naked women showering and you there showering with us? That would be amazingly fun. All those girls naked, watching my husband soap up? And wash your penis? Wow.”
I said, “What do you mean, the other way around?”
She said, “I have no fantasies about being the only woman in a shower full of guys. I only have eyes for you. But having other women admire you, that might be hot.
Anyway, to some extent, I enjoyed the nudity on video and definitely in the photos. But there was always something missing too. I knew that I wanted it with a real soul mate, not random friends or strangers.
So, I didn’t date at all. Well, maybe two or three times, but I never brought anyone home or slept with them.
But then, there’s the movies, right? About that: Dave, I was a small player. I was on camera some, but not as a star, I told you that. A lot of times I was in the background, sunbathing by a pool as others had sex or something like that. Maybe I’d get to walk on in a G-String and hand the stars a drink or something. But, I saw a lot of sex. And, I watched all kinds of movies to learn what I could. Don’t worry, you don’t have any problems measuring up to my expectations. You surpass them all. Hey, did you know that most of the time they use fake semen? Nobody really shoots as much as they make it seem. That’s another lie.
So, even when I was in a movie, I knew it was a lie and not real. That was maybe where I let Amber be separate from me. Amber could act excited about the opportunity and what we were doing, and I probably disassociated from it. Dave, I licked some girls’ pussies. I was forced to suck that guy. I was raped that time. But all of that was masturbation on their part. It had nothing to do with me. My deal was the nude photos and the teasing on camera and playing with a girl’s tits while I thought about being home with my fantasy Prince Charming. Do you get it?”
I said, “I think so. Courtney, nothing about the past is part of how I feel about you. And, I’ve done some prett
y awful things. Things you don’t even want to know about. Terrible things.”
She frowned and said, “Like what?”
I said, “OK, don’t freak out. One thing was this time when I was in Junior High, and my friends and I went to a movie. We sat in the balcony, and before the movie started, I made all these gagging sounds, like I was about to throw up. Then, I poured some of my coke and popcorn over the railing and people thought I was vomiting on them. They screamed and some of them puked. And then more of them puked. And then…”
Courtney interrupted me and said, “Dave, you nerd. That’s a scene from the movie, The Goonies!”
I laughed and said, “Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget what things I did and what I only saw in the movies. But there was this other time…”
Courtney broke in again and said, “I know. You stole something from a kid in your neighborhood and you found a Playboy magazine in the woods and you looked at it and you asked a girl out and then didn’t follow through and one time you picked on some kids in school and one time you asked a girl to pull down her panties so you could see what a girl looked like. I can forgive you for all of that.”
I said, “Um, Courtney, that’s all pretty much exactly what I did. How did you know that?”
She said, “I was basically a psychology major, remember? Every kid has done most of that stuff. But most of them, unlike you, really did do a lot worse. You can’t lie to me. You’ve led a pretty upright life. You have things that you are ashamed of. We all do. And I bet you even track down the people that you feel that you wronged and apologize to them years later. Tell me, how many times have you done that?”
I said, “At least six.”
She said, “And everyone one of them told you that they weren’t as wounded as you thought they would be and that they didn’t remember you as a bad guy at all. I’m glad you did it. It’s good for the soul. You’re a good guy. If you weren’t, you’d be having this conversation with Amber, not me. You know what? When I jumped in your car, I hadn’t decided to tell you my real name. That changed as soon as you drove me away with no questions asked. I could see it in your eyes and I knew that I was in love and that from then on, I’d never lie to you. I don’t know if I can, and I don’t want to find out.”
We paused for a minute and then she said, “I can see how it’s hard to reconcile my supposed lifestyle and the reality of my life. Thanks for being OK with it.”
Suddenly, she slammed the steering wheel hard with one hand and said, “I am so frustrated right now! Shit! It’s like it’s not even fair. I know it’s the way it has to be, but it kind of sucks. And not in a good way.”
I said, “I should turn off the phone when we aren’t using it. That way it won’t show up on positioning systems. It gets tracked even if the GPS is turned off because it connects to cell towers and the records show what it is connected to anytime it’s on. OK. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She said, “Dave, it’s all new. I got toys for Christmas and there’s no time to play with them! Santa gives me exactly what I asked for and then we have to go off to a stupid dinner at Grandmas’ house and I have to leave the toys at home and sit around with old people!”
I smiled and said, “What toys, Court?”
She yelled, “Well, that beautiful penis of yours for one thing. And these tits, and the pussy under my skirt, and a body that’s 30 pounds lighter than it used to be. And all this pent up sexuality that’s been seething inside me for like eight years, and all of my dreams about being a princess and having fancy lingerie and someone that I wanted to show it to, and damn it, I like going to the bathroom and not being able to let you out of my sight! It’s real, and I would totally panic if I had to try to go alone, but it’s also really exciting in a weird way. It’s so cool that I can’t live without you! Do you get that? That I can’t do it and it’s so great because it means something about how I feel about you?”
She pounded the steering wheel with her fist three more times and then slumped in the driver’s seat.
She said, “To hell with it. Grab the wheel. You steer while I shove my hand in my pants. Here…” and she started to move her right hand toward her lap.
I said, “Courtney, we can’t do that. Pull over!”
She took a deep breath and calmed herself and sat up straight and focused on the road.
She said, “No, we need to keep going. But do you understand? I love you. I fucking love you! I love fucking you and I haven’t even really gotten to do it at all yet. And I fucking love loving to fuck you! Is the phone off?”
I said, “Yeah. Courtney, I’m crazy about you, too. And I fall crazier in love with you every second. And it isn’t the sex. It’s that you want the sex. With me. Because of how you feel about me. I never thought I’d be so lucky.”
Courtney said, “And I was so sure I could never deserve it. Dave, I never expected to be able to be really honest with a guy about all of this. You are amazing.”
I grinned and said, “Only because we are twins already.”
She said, “Turn the phone on. I want to make another call.”
I turned on the phone and when it was powered up, Courtney told me a number to call from memory. I didn’t recognize the area code. The phone rang several times and a woman answered.
Courtney said, “Mom? It’s me, Courtney.”
The woman shouted, “Courtney! Sweetie! How are you? Are you OK? Can we do something for you? Oh, Courtney, are you OK?”
Courtney said, “Yeah Mom, I’m good. I have some news. Can you put Dad on speaker with you or something? Is he there?”
The woman yelled, “Dan, come here! It’s Courtney! She wants to talk to us! Put us on speaker. Hurry!”
I could hear some fumbling and then a voice said, “Courtney, Sweetie, I can’t believe you’re calling. Courtney, are you OK? Do you need me to come and get you or something?”
Courtney started to tear up and said, “No Daddy. I’m fine. That’s what I wanted to tell you. I know I’ve made some mistakes…”
The man said, “Oh, Sweetie, we don’t care about that. We just want you to be safe. I hate to ask, but are you coming home? Please?”
Courtney said, “Oh Daddy! I love you and Mom so much. You always make me feel more loved than I could ever deserve.”
The woman said, “Oh, nonsense. You’re our little girl.”
Courtney said, “Listen, Mom, Daddy, I know I’ve been lost for a while, but things are changing. Don’t blow up, OK? It’s not what you are going to think, so give me a chance to explain, OK?”
The man and woman both said, “Of course. We just want you to be OK.”
Courtney said, “OK, take a breath and don’t say anything until I finish. Daddy, I met a guy. He’s wonderful and everything that you could ever want for me. You’d like him. He’s a good man. Really. He’s the best man I have ever known. Daddy, I think he might be a better man than you are and you are the best man on the planet. Except maybe for him.”
Courtney’s mother laughed and said, “That’s pretty high praise, Dan!”
Her father said, “I hope it’s true! If there’s someone you love more than me, I’m happy for you. But Courtney, are you sure?”
Courtney said, “Daddy, he’s on the phone with us right now. And trust me, he doesn’t have a gun to my head or anything like that. He didn’t even know I was calling you.”
The mother said, “On the phone? Well, let us meet him.”
Courtney looked at me and I said, “Mr. and Mrs. Hammersmith, my name is Dave Raskin. I love your daughter more than anything. I swear, you don’t need to threaten me, Sir. I will never hurt her, and heaven help the fool who tries. I have a question for you Sir. Courtney, is that OK?”
Courtney said, “I didn’t expect it, but do what you want. Daddy, I trust Dave with my whole heart.”
I could hear her mom gasp and squeal and say, “No! Courtney, really?”
I said seriously, “Mr. Hammersmith, Sir, I’d like your permission to marry your dau
ghter.”
He said, “Wow. Courtney, is this really what you want?”
She said, “It is Daddy! I’ll die if I can’t marry him. It’s so much different than Tim. Daddy, I love him! With all my heart. And Mom, I love him with other things too. He makes me so happy and I um, respond, you know what I mean?”
Her mother said, “Well Dan, I don’t think you have a choice. If her loins are burning…”
Her father said quickly, “This better not be all about loins.”
Courtney laughed and said, “It’s not Daddy. I promise. It’s like I’ve been looking for him all my life. Like a twin I never knew. I’ll be happy, I swear.”
Her father said, “Then it’s a good thing you guys have that loins thing going for you, too. Well young man, wait, how old are you?”
I said, “I’m 28, Sir. I know that Courtney is just a few years older than I am. I’ve never been married before. No children. A good job, and I can support her the way you’d want her to be. I swear.”
Her mother said, “Oh Courtney! Really? This is really happening for you?”
Courtney said, “If Daddy will go ahead and agree to it. Of course, if he doesn’t…”
Her mother said, “Like that would happen. You know your father would do anything for you.”
Courtney’s father said, “Enough. This young man wants an answer and I’m not going to tease him or have fun at his expense. My answer is yes. If Courtney loves you, you have my blessing. Fly out here and I’ll pay for everything. As long as it isn’t too extravagant.”
There was a short silence and Courtney’s mother said, “Courtney, you are coming home, aren’t you?”
Courtney said, “Mom, um, here’s the thing. I’d love to, but um, I’m in a hurry. You know, my loins and all.”
Her mother said, “Go ahead and take care of your loins and we’ll get you married when you get here.”
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