Interview With a Porn Star

by Jason Luke

  (in case I needed a quick escape).

  “Go on…” I said warily.

  Connie made a face like she was trying to find the right words. She pouted, sighed, looked away… and then turned her head back and stared into my eyes. They were glistening.

  “If I had sex with you, would you do me a favor?”

  “No.”

  She frowned. “No?”

  “No,” I said again. I got to my feet and sighed. “Connie, if you need a favor then ask. I’ll do it – and you don’t have to sleep with me.”

  “But you don’t know what the favor is,” she protested. “And you told me that this industry was a network of favors and payback.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t care. If I can help you, I will.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Just like that.”

  “And you wouldn’t want me to pay you back? You wouldn’t hold it over my head like a debt owed?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I like you.”

  She smiled, and then her eyes misted up and her lip began to tremble. She sniffed, then said softly, “That makes me want to sleep with you.”

  I shook my head. “What does?”

  “The fact that you would do me a favor after the way I have been since I first met you.”

  “You’re a total contradiction,” I agreed pointedly. “Everything you have said from the moment we met has been anti-porn… and now you’re talking about having sex with me.”

  She nodded, and then shook her head in exactly the kind of contradiction that had been the source of my frustration. “I have been anti-porn,” she admitted. “But I don’t hate you.”

  “Well you could have fooled me.”

  She huffed wryly. “I tried to fool myself,” she said softly. “But what I have been saying about… your work… isn’t what I have been thinking and feeling…”

  “Meaning?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, like it should be obvious. “Meaning that despite my best efforts to hate you, I actually like you,” she said. “You’re a good man – not the kind of man I expected you to be.”

  I said nothing.

  Connie began pacing the floor, making small gestures with her hands and frowning as though she was holding a conversation with herself. Finally she took a deep shuddering breath and gave me a smile that made her lips tremble. She was nervous.

  “I would very much like to have sex with you,” she said in a gush of breath.

  I stared at her for long considering seconds. “You don’t mean that.”

  She nodded. “I do, actually,” she said. “But not because you’re some famous porn star – I’m certainly not a giddy groupie,” she smiled thinly. “I want to sleep with you because I like you, because I’ll probably never see you again, and because beneath the brash abrasive exterior I think you’re a kind and considerate man.”

  I shook my head slowly. “Connie, don’t do this because you want to ask me a favor. I have already told you that I will do what I can to help you. You don’t have to sleep with me – this shouldn’t be about some kind of payback.”

  “It isn’t,” Connie said. She came a couple of steps closer. She was shaking like a leaf. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Her bottom lip quivered. She gazed into my eyes. “I want this,” she said.

  I took her hand, and there was a spark of something electric in her touch. “If we do this,” I said seriously, “we do it simply because you want to and I want to – with no strings attached. But regardless, I will do the favor that you ask of me. Just tell me what it is.”

  Connie shook her head. “Later,” she said softly and then she raised herself onto tiptoes and brushed her lips across mine. I stood like a statue. Connie leaned back and searched my eyes. There was a hectic flush of color on her cheeks and her breathing was sharp and unsteady. She kissed me again and her mouth moved sensually over mine as I felt the warmth of her body press against me. I felt the moist flicker of her tongue and my lips parted as the kiss filled with passion and then hunger. Connie moaned – the sound coming from somewhere deep in her chest and I felt the vibration of it like little ripples of lust as her arms entwined around my neck.

  I deepened the kiss. My hands went around Connie’s waist and she arched her back, submitting to the force of me. I could smell the lingering scent of her perfume and the womanly muskiness of her body. I could feel the tremors of her apprehension.

  I broke the kiss. Connie was panting, each breath moving her breasts below the silk of her blouse.

  “Are you sure?” I asked one last time. “Connie, we don’t have to do this.”

  “I’m sure,” her eyes sparkled and there was something definite in the tone of those two words.

  I took Connie’s hand and we drifted into the bedroom.

  Chapter 25.

  The drapes were pulled tight across the big windows, muting the light in the room and blocking out the glare of sunshine. The room was warm, the bed still dented with the impressions of our bodies and where we had slept. I turned to Connie at the foot of the bed and held her at arms length.

  “You can say no right now and I will understand completely,” I said. “I won’t hate you for leading me on, and we can walk back out of this bedroom as friends, right now, if that’s what you want.”

  Connie lunged for me impulsively, bringing her body within the circle of my arms and capturing my face in the palms of her hands. She pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me fiercely.

  “You talk too much,” she breathed. Her breath was warm and soft. She kissed me again and my arms seemed to act without command, wrapping themselves around her tiny waist and crushing her pelvis against the hardness that was swelling in my jeans. Connie’s hands played down the length of my spine, pricking me with her nails, goading my flesh and setting me on fire.

  My hands roamed over the firmness of her bottom, gliding over the leather of her skirt and reaching down towards the hem. Connie rocked her body against mine in a rhythm that became an erotic grinding dance. She undulated, so that one moment I felt the firm jutting press of her breasts and then the next the push of her hips and thighs.

  My fingers tickled the hem of her skirt and then tugged at it. I bunched the fabric high up on her thigh and then reached down for the cleft of heat between her legs, skimming the palm of my hand over the satin of her panties.

  Connie groaned a throaty murmur of encouragement as my fingers brushed across the molten dampness of her sex.

  She plucked at the buttons of my shirt, peeling it off my shoulders and then rubbing the palms of her hands across the contours of my chest muscles and digging her thumbs into the taut flesh of my shoulders. Her touch was like fire, igniting fresh sparks of electric desire that I felt as a fierce and sudden clench like a gripping fist in my loins. Connie cooed. “Hmmm,” she gasped seductively. “You’re hard.”

  “Very,” I grunted. I stretched out my fingers until I could press the fabric of her panties into the folds of her pussy. “I want you.”

  Connie’s hands travelled over the broad of my chest and down over my torso as if her fingertips were reading the rippled contours of my body like brail. She unfastened the button on my jeans and tugged the zipper down. My pants gaped open and she reached inside with both hands and cupped the hard heat of my erection.

  “Fuck,” she whispered softly, as if to herself.

  I sucked in a hiss of breath, the feel of her grip making me pulse and leap to life. There was a sudden scared and uncertain flicker across Connie’s eyes. “It’s so big,” she breathed. “I… I…”

  I covered her mouth with a kiss, stifling the words on her lips and the clench of sudden tension in Connie’s body dissolved. The energy transferring to smoldering heat. She swayed in my arms and shuffled her feet apart. I hooked my thumb into the elastic waistband of her panties and drew them down her thighs. We were locked together, kisses burning on our lips. I felt Connie’s hands free me from my je
ans and then begin to stroke me.

  I snatched at the buttons of her blouse. It was wispy shimmering fabric that seemed to drift open like a curtain, revealing the bulging swell of firm milky cleavage. I let the garment fall to the ground and unsnapped the clasp of her bra.

  Connie’s breasts were large – almost too large for the petite narrow frame of her body. I cupped the fleshy weight of one into the palm of my hand and lowered my mouth onto her nipple.

  “Oh, I love that,” Connie groaned through clenched teeth. I felt her grip on my cock tighten to a squeeze and then become a flurry of quick teasing strokes.

  Somehow she got one of her hands to the nape of my neck, holding my mouth fiercely against her breast and arching her back at the same time as if to thrust herself into my mouth. My lips plucked at the rosy pink nub of her, drawing and tugging and teasing so that she gasped and writhed within my arms.

  “The bed,” she moaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  Without breaking free from each other we fell onto the bed in a tangle of clinging arms. Connie rolled onto her back and I moved myself on top of her. Her legs fell wide open and I covered her throat and neck with kisses.

  My jeans fell away, Connie’s skirt was bunched up around her hips. I felt the press of my cock jutting between her thighs and then the sensation of sudden slick dampness as I brushed against her sex.

  Connie went suddenly rigid, and I held myself poised there on the brink for several seconds. My cock was pulsing and Connie held her legs tensed and flexed. I raised myself up onto my elbows, braced above her with our torsos pressed together and stared down into her eyes.

  “Take me,” she whispered.

  I tilted my hips and the swollen head of me pushed itself just an inch or two inside Connie’s pussy.

  She was seized in a sudden rictus of sensations. Her breath choked in the back of her throat and I saw her eyes fly wide in astonishment. She grunted at last as I held myself at the breach of her depths, letting her body become accustomed. For long moments neither of us moved. I felt Connie’s fingertips play across my hips, fluttering as though trying to grip at my flesh. I felt the sudden flood of her arousal and I pushed myself more deeply inside, watching the gentle rock and sway of her breasts as she lay like a sacrifice beneath me.

  Connie trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. She closed her eyes, lost in concentration. I sank deeper into her pussy and then paused once more as my cock reflexively began to throb and the sheath of Connie’s sex gripped and rippled around me.

  “More?” I asked gently.

  Connie nodded her head. “Yes,” she gasped.

  I filled her with one long slow final thrust. Connie heaved herself up and threw her arms around my neck so that my elbows collapsed and my chest pressed against her breasts. She kissed me with a sudden maddened desire and then hooked her ankles over the backs of my legs so that our bodies were wrapped together in the timeless rhythm of intimacy.

  We rocked together in the gentle deliberate rhythm of a boat on a calm sea, riding the long rolling swells as our passions ebbed and flowed. Connie felt delicate and fragile beneath me, and yet her body moved with a hunger and a lust that more than matched my own. She was veracious. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and dug her fingers into my butt, as if to draw me more deeply inside her.

  I buried my face in the crook of her neck, hearing the soft whimpering sounds of her pleasure, and then kissed the soft pale flesh of her throat as our bodies drove themselves remorselessly on and on. There was a glisten of perspiration on Connie’s brow and across her chest. As the heat from our bodies seemed to fuse our flesh together, she cried out suddenly and then her head thrashed on the pillow as she reached the brink of an orgasm and plummeted over the precipice.

  I held myself perfectly still, my cock deep and tight inside her as Connie’s body shuddered and spasmed and her hips thrust back at me as if she hungered for more. Ragged pants of breath exploded across her lips and the sudden pleasure of her release spilled across her face.

  Silence.

  Uncertain hectic breathing.

  I rolled carefully off Connie and lay beside her. I put a tender hand over her heart and felt the racing thump of it as though it might burst from the cage of her chest. There was a crimson flush of color across her chest. Her eyes flickered, hazed and misty with distance. Her legs were splayed and limp. She had one hand pressed down on the mound of her sex as though something had changed there within her. I drew the tip of my finger in a slow searching line down across her abdomen towards where her hand rested.

  “Are you okay?” I asked softly.

  Connie nodded and there was a soft hum in the back of her throat before she spoke. “You made me come,” she said as though it was a source of astonishment and wonder to her.

  I smiled lazily. “That was the idea.”

  She smiled despite herself but then shook her head as though I didn’t understand. “You don’t understand,” she said. “I’ve never…”

  “Never?”

  “Never,” she said. “Not with a man. Only when I have been alone.”

  I looked suddenly surprised. “Never?” I had to ask again.

  “You’re the first.”

  I rolled onto my back. My cock jutted upright, thrusting at the ceiling. I felt Connie’s hand creep across my thigh, her fingertips feeling like the soft tingling touch of spider’s legs. “I need to find a way to pay you back,” she smiled coyly.

  “I can think of several,” I grinned. She raised herself up onto her hands and knees and moved her body until her mouth was poised and open over the twitching head of my cock. I could feel the hot breeze of her breath. Connie licked her lips and gave me one last lingering sultry gaze before taking me into the moist embrace of her mouth.

  She had no rhythm. Connie glided her lips up and down the slick glistening length of my shaft but the movement of her head was erratic and without any steady pace. At first I thought her inexperienced, but as the tingling sensations along the length of my shaft and deep inside me began to rise, I began to appreciate the immense skill she exerted. I found myself anticipating the next plunge of her mouth. I found myself tensing and lifting my hips from the bed, trying to keep the grip of her lips around my shaft. I felt my fists grip the edge of the bed and I clenched my jaw until my teeth began to ache. Connie played me like an instrument in the hands of a virtuoso. I felt the flickering sensation of pleasure suddenly ignite into a fire of exquisite painful expectation.

  She wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of my cock and blew hot breath across my shaft like she was trying to extinguish a fire. “You like that?” she crooned.

  “You’re killing me,” I grunted. “I’m close…”

  A slow lazy smile of pleasure spread across Connie’s face. She licked her lips lasciviously as though enjoying the taste of me. “Would you like to come?”

  I grunted again and felt my toes curl, flexing the muscles in my calves and in my thighs. “Inside you,” I said. “I want to come inside you.”

  Connie rolled onto her side, facing away from me and I rolled over so that we were spooned together. I wrapped my arm around her waist and reached up to cup her breast. Connie lifted her upper leg and then reached down between us and pressed the throbbing crown of my cock against the flared open entrance of her pussy.

  I thrust inside her. Connie stiffened for an instant and then her whole body seemed to melt like wax. She went soft in my arms. She lowered her leg and we began to buck against each other as the tightness of her body served to grip and goad me until I knew I was about to burst.

  I could smell the shampoo of Connie’s hair. I inhaled the scents of sex that seemed to drift like smoke from her body. She pushed herself back against me with eagerness and then a long soft moan of throaty desire spilled from her lips.

  “I’m going to come again,” her voice was strained. “I don’t believe this.”

  “Come with me!” I rasped, feeling the growing tension in Connie
’s body enhance and magnify my own racing need.

  Our lovemaking lost all the gentle beauty of an erotic dance and instead became a desperate frantic need for our own releases. Our bodies crashed together. Connie’s hands flailed and clawed. I felt my aching burn to explode override the last vestiges of tenderness and I plunged myself deeper and harder within her until at last – at long last – my body released and the ferocity of my orgasm exploded behind my eyes. I felt myself falling, spinning and spiraling down into darkness. Connie was there too. She was gasping and thrashing her body against me and we clung together like survivors of an awesome tempest until the storm passed and left us exhausted and entwined on a bed of tangled sheets.

  For many minutes neither of us spoke – we were both overcome and completely spent. We stared at each other, neither of us able to find the words – neither of us knowing what words to say. I was shattered. Connie’s body rippled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She stared into space, not seeing anything – seeing it all behind her eyes.

  I moved like a man who had been washed ashore in a storm. I rolled away, my limbs leaden and heavy, my body weary. I propped myself up on one elbow, lying on my side. I stared at Connie stretched out on her back on the bed beside me. We were both breathing raggedly. My chest was glistening with the sweat of exertion. Connie’s eyes were closed and there was a soft smile of deep satisfaction spread across her face. She had one arm thrown across her breasts as though to feel herself breathing. Her hair was tousled, the bed sheets twisted beneath us. She lay perfectly still.

  “So…” I asked slowly, “… what’s this favor you wanted to ask me?”

  Connie’s eyes came open slowly as though she were waking from a pleasant dream. She licked dry lips, then turned her head to look up into my eyes.

  “Later,” she said softly. “I’m waiting for a phone call.”

  One of her hands reached out and she brushed her fingers across my torso in some innately feminine gesture as if to convince herself that I was real – that this hadn’t been a fantasy. Her fingers lingered and then drifted lower, her intimate touch becoming almost possessive. She took my softening shaft gently in her hand with dreamy wantonness. “Thank you,” she said.