Chapter Five
Valentine's Day Wedding
Three years later we got married on a day and a date that we would always remember. It almost didn't happen.
"You have to take the job," Jill insisted 7 months earlier as she rode my cock on the big comfortable bed in our Gramercy area apartment we decided on as a compromise for her Upper Eastside job and my Bowery one. She actually paid more of the rent, insisting it only fair since she made more than twice the money I did. Even that was a compromise because negotiations started with her paying it all which we both knew would have been burdensome, not to mention unfair, even with her six figure editor pay.
She had taken me to bed after I showed her the letter from the very successful director/producer of both soft core and extreme hard core films, offering a role in his productions as an assistant director. It meant relocating to LA. She had taken me to bed to relieve the guilt and worry the letter brought me, with the joy of accepting creating a stepping stone to directing my own commercially viable projects contrasting with a need to move away. She knew how to distract me.
"But I can't leave you," I told her, stopping the erotic bouncing of her tits with both hands and squeezing them. "And Manhattan is the center of publishing."
"You have to take it. It's a chance of a lifetime," she huffed, riding me harder.
"There's got to be a way to make this work," I said, gaining confidence as the friction around my cock gained excitation, whispering at completion, though I knew it would wait. It would wait for me to roll her over and become the fucker and her the fuckee. Her riding me cowgirl had the advantage of delaying my orgasm even as it thrilled both of us as much as any position, especially visually for me watching her titties bounce. "There's got to be a way."
Confidence brought out the pounder in me. I thrust up against her downward thrusts with greater power until I pulled her hard against me, my glans mashed just hard enough against her cervix to set her off as it often did with a surprisingly quick if low level orgasm, and rolled us over still firmly connected and recommenced the fucking as hard or harder than her riding had been. I added harder squeezes of her nipples, and after a passionate kiss, some chewing on them as well. No more conversational words occurred, only words of passion from Jill's bee stung lips, mostly "fuck."
"Oh God Joe," she growled as a mighty orgasm overcame her, her body pressing upwards as I continued pounding into it. She writhed against me until all movement ceased and I felt the wild rippling surround my cock and the hot stream of fluid cover my balls.
I felt these things because I too had stopped my thrusting, pressing deeper than ever inside her and against her roiling cervix which I hosed down and through with ecstatic ejaculations, sending seed eager to mate with an egg that proved non-existent.
The next day I took the chance of negotiating with the porn director via phone call. He must have really been impressed by my amateur work, artistic if cheaply made yet erotically stimulating and, if I take the word of classmates and teacher and Dr Bob and of course my lovely Jill, beautiful, because he listened to my pleas.
"I need her with me," I told him. "Not only is she the love of my life, but she's my muse."
"It's a cold world no matter the heat of the imagery," he countered. "Love can become a liability or even more likely completely vanquished."
"I can imagine," I told him, thinking of the often cruel if well crafted double and triple penetrations he subjected his female porn stars to. Love never entered into his schemes. Even the softcore had more to do with lust and avarice than anything approaching love. "But it's been well tested," I continued. "That's me fucking that gorgeous Jewish lady who happened to be Jill's roommate at the time and my ex, and not only did Jill watch it, she filmed it."
"She filmed it?" he responded, obviously impressed despite his typical low key speech patterns.
I caught it. "She can be an amazing cameraman or person for the second unit." After a pause I added, "And she's an editor."
"I've got a great editor," he said.
"Not film editing. She edits books, both novels and nonfiction. She's brilliant at it, one of the top editors at her publisher despite her young age. She edited the book of poetry I sent to you and she also edits my film scripts."
He chuckled. "Ah, at last the grist."
"Don't take this wrong, but your scripts could use her skills."
"Even I cringe after the fact," he admitted. "Actually I thought I'd use you for writing as well. It was to be a reward for good work which I figured I'd see from you. Just like anything in our business, instant gratification and all that, I guess rewards are never delayed."
I chuckled with him. "We work as a team," I said.
"And without her you don't work at all?" he asked.
I had nothing to say to that. It brought my back against the wall. Like Jill had said, it was a chance of a lifetime.
Thankfully he agreed. "Anyone else?" he offered jokingly.
