First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(52)

I nudged her onto her back and slid on top of her, straddling her flat stomach, and laid on her chest. I kissed her wet cheeks and nuzzled my lips against her neck. She was so warm and soft and even in her sorrow and terror beautiful and strong. She put her arms around me.

“I want this never to end,” I said.

She tightened suddenly. I felt her muscles coil, and her nails dug into my back just a little.

“Then it won’t,” she said. “We’ll find a way. We have this week. I want to make love to you again.”

“Can I take a nap first?”

She kissed my cheek. “Of course, sweetie.”

I slept right on top of her, rising and falling with her breathing, in bliss.





Alexis





My first job. Oh, the memories.

I was a college freshman desperate for cash. I was on a scholarship that gave me a full ride. My parents tried to give me a few twenty dollar bills every week, but I turned them down. They needed the money and in theory I had everything covered, with a place to stay and a meal plan, but the meal plan doesn’t include shampoo and clothes and tooth paste and so on, so I needed to put together some money. In a college town flush with young people looking for work, all the regular suspects turned up nothing. No fast food, no clothing stores, every place I tried in the mall turned me away. The one place that had a ‘Now Hiring’ sign was His ’n Hers DVDs and Novelties.

So I took a job at the porno store.

It wasn’t that bad of a deal, really. You expect these places to be seedy, dank holes full of bondage gear with movie booths, glory holes, and carpets that smell like dried cum. His ’n Hers was clean and well lit. No uniform, and I wasn’t expected to dress provocatively or anything, just regular clothes. They gave me good hours, and the place was out on the highway, so not in a bad neighborhood. The only thing was that I was just a little uncomfortable with the place itself. When I walked in the front door, the front of the store, which was about a quarter or a third of its total floor space, was lingerie and shoes, all the kind with the huge heels that strippers wear, and some other non-offensive stuff, like bottles of lubricant, anything that had tasteful packaging.

Open the big green door, though, and the shock comes. I’m not going to lie. I was a virgin. I was a geeky girl in high school and had to go stag to the prom and even the geek guys didn’t want much to do with me. I lost some weight in some places and filled out in others by the time I started my college education, but I still hid under a mop of frizzy hair, shielded myself with big goggly glasses and wore baggy clothes to hide the shape of my body. I’d never seen a man unclothed before, and what little I’d seen of porn turned me off. Watching some guy jackhammer a girl’s asshole while she tries to hide the pain and fake pleasure made me feel a sick twist in my stomach. I didn’t even like too much steam in the cheap romance novels I stole from my mom.

So when I walked into the back of the store for the first time, it made my palms sweat, my heart race and my stomach tighten. It was all too much to take in. Hardcore porn movies don’t pull any punches when it comes to selling their wares. I mean, the big companies that make the high budget movies make classy covers and stuff, but everybody else… about half the floor of the back room was taken up by shelves. On those shelves was everything you could think of, and I mean everything. My throat went dry when I saw a picture of a girl on the front cover of “Double Exposure 6”. She had on high heels and nothing else, and was sitting on this guy’s lap, facing him. He was inside her. I’d never seen an erect penis before, so it was a shock to stare at the picture on the cover, seeing it hard and shiny and sticky with juices and to see her swollen, flushed red pussy lips stretched around it. It was even more of a shock to see the second guy’s hard, arched cock halfway up her ass. The picture was taken in mid thrust, the model’s eyes turned to the camera. It felt like she was looking right at me.

Then there was the other stuff. There was a wall of toys. Some of them looked benign, others were scary. Dildos as thick as my wrist, even a rubber fist, and the butt plugs. The smallest of those made my butt tighten up in sympathy. Further back in the store was bondage gear. Strap-on harnesses. Gags. Restraints. Sex swings. They even sold stripper poles and devices to tie someone spread-eagled to a bed. I had to go on a tour, listening to the owner, Dianne, going over all the products, but her voice was a buzz in my head. I didn’t calm down until we got back to the lingerie section. The really good stuff, the crotchless panties and pasties and edible underwear, were towards the front of the store. She touched my arm.