The Porn Star Next Door

Chapter 3 - Love

"Okay," I said, "now for step two." Sarah had just passed her interview at the temp agency and gotten her first assignment.

"Step two?" Sarah posed. "What do you mean? I got a job."

"Yes. Step Two is that you get 'discovered' by the people you work with." I made air quotes around the word with my fingers.

"Oh, dear. Do you think that I will?"

"I do. You said that some of our neighbors already know, plus on the Internet, you are not exactly the world's best kept secret. All males masturbate. Many use Internet porn to some extent. Sooner or later, some guy is going to recognize that the hot babe in accounting is Candy Sweet."

"What should I do?"

I put a finger to my cheek. "Oh, dear. You discovered me. Can you keep it a secret?"

I shook my head, "No, that won't work. He wants to tell everyone his discovery and that the hot babe in accounting is a porn star.

"How about, 'Oh, someone else discovered by doubleganger.' Or better yet, "Oh, yeah, did that for a while earlier in my life. No big deal." I used a dismissive tone.

"You mean admit it?" Sarah said.

"There's an advantage to admitting it. No one can blackmail you or think they have an edge to get you to do something that you don't want to do. You keep control. If they threaten to do something based on what they discovered, you have the ability to sue their ass off, and they should know that. Just remember, you keep control of your life."

Sarah hugged me again. She said, "Your idea of using Hugh Rothman as a reference was the turning point of the day. In my first interview, we talked about my experience with him -- not the sex, mind you -- for about ten minutes. I explained about his tutoring and his investment strategy. That's not a secret. There's a book out about him, but I would have kept all that hidden if not for you."

"It's the little things that count. Can I buy a pretty girl a dinner in order to celebrate?"

We went to Patrick's on Main Street for dinner. Sarah was voluble about the interview and then anxious about what the rest of the week would be like at Jaycor. I gave her some 'starting work' advice and suggestions. We walked home.

It was still early, so I invited Sarah to come to my apartment for a liqueur. She liked that idea. I was finally able to show off some of my decorating and art, although it wasn't on a par with hers.

I brought out my collection of liqueur bottles, and Sarah chose to have a Grand Marnier. We were sitting side by side on the sofa. I poured her a demi-glass, but I then took a sip of it as she watched. I turned to her and then kissed her, worming my tongue into her mouth. When she opened, I jetted the rich orange-flavored liqueur into her mouth.

Sarah moaned and deepened our kiss. She also hitched closer to me, if that were possible.

As we separated, Sarah looked at me and then squirmed onto my lap. She said, "Do that liquid kiss thing again, please."

I did, this time with a slightly larger dose of the liqueur and a lot more tongue. Our tongues dances back and forth for a bit before we separated. Sarah was right back for more kisses. She also took one of my hands and planted it atop one of her breasts outside her scoop-neck top.

A half-dozen kisses later, she said, "This is inadequate. I want you to feel me -- really feel me. I want to feel you, too. You kiss better than anyone that I've ever known. I want a lot more. And those liquid kisses turned me on like you wouldn't believe."

My polo shirt was gone in an instant, and then her top and bra. We rubbed together and then she pulled my head to her and thrust one of her generous breasts into my mouth. I already knew that Candy Sweet had large areolas with robust nipples in their center. I'd seen them every night since I learned my neighbor was a porn star. That night, however, I was seeing them first hand and not on the Internet. They were magnificent and far better than the videos.

I rubbed Sarah all over her upper body, and she pushed into me and let me know that she was happy what everything going on and especially happy with me and our skin contact. She had me suck on each of her nipples, then she had an idea.

"I used to work in a strip club. We did lap dances. Let me show you how I used to do them for my really special patrons -- the big tippers."

Sarah stood in front of me in her pleated skirt and stilettos. She started swaying to some tune only she could hear. Her breasts jiggled along with the rest of her. Slowly, she unzipped the skirt and then swayed her way out of it, leaving it in a puddle on my marble floor.

Sarah was left wearing her CFM shoes and little white lacy panties. My heart was beating faster and my mouth had gone completely dry. This truly was the most beautiful woman in the world. God, her body was perfect. She swayed and danced some more, making sexy moves, and then she peeled off her underwear in a sexy move and deposited the undies in my lap -- on top of the hard-on that threatened to rip my pants apart.

Of course, I picked them up and immediately took in her female aroma from her crotch. This was like the best perfume ever. I told her, "You smell delicious."

"Lap dance." Sarah backed onto my lap as her snug runner's ass swayed back and forth only inches from my face. I reached up and stroked part of one cheek and her hips. Where I was getting the courage to touch her, I'll never know.

"No hands, buster. The bouncer is named Moose, and he will toss you out of here really fast if he sees that."

I laughed, and Sarah stroked her body over my slacks. She was sexually wet. I could see her labia when she turned towards me, and it was wet with excitement, with passion, and with anticipation. My pants became wet with some of her secretions, but neither of us cared.

I ignored the threat of a non-existent bouncer interrupting us, and used one hand to reach around and fondle a complete breast, and stroke her back, hip, and ass with the other. Sarah rotated partway in my lap and locked her lips on mine, "Oh, Doug, I want you. I want you to want me."

Miraculously, I lost my clothes, and Sarah, the porn star next door, started giving me a blowjob. I've had very few, yet I knew that this is one of the best in the world. I recalled watching her give head to some yo-yo even the night before on some video of Candy's. God, I thought that I was so lucky.

Sarah pronounced that I am 'ready'. She stood, shimmied her body in front of me with her hands behind her neck, and then mounted me on my own sofa, using one hand to steer the hardest erection I've ever had along her wet slit and into her slippery interior. She slowly slid her body down my engorged shaft enjoying every millimeter. I worried that I'd blast her off in another millisecond.

She said, "I am safe, clean, and on birth control. You can blast away, whenever you want, and I want you to do it often, repeatedly, and frequently with me from now on." She dropped lower and kissed me like the world was about to end. We kept kissing and fucking from that second forward.

How I lasted through four changes in position, I'll never know. We spent five or ten minutes in each one, and got increasingly passionate and loving. Our kisses were electric.

As best I could tell, since I wasn't an expert, Sarah had come twice before I knew that I couldn't last any longer. I warned and came deep inside her. We were in the missionary position with her legs and arms wrapped around me. She came a third time, I think.

"Oh, God, Doug... you are the best." Our kisses continued and neither of us seemed to want to separate. Thus, we stayed together cooing and kissing with me buried deep inside her.

At one point Sarah got serious. "I need you to know something. Yes, I know how to fake an orgasm for the camera or for the guy that I'm with. No, I will never do that with you. When you feel me respond to you, know that it is real and not my acting ability."

I kissed her nose. "Thank you. I might have wondered. I hope I was somewhat worthy. I know you've had the best from time to time."

Sarah pulled away. "No, no, no. That was the best -- right then. My all-time best fuck ever. YOU." Her eyes screamed sincerity to me.

"Huh? You're kidding, right? Me?"

"No; it was fabulous. It makes a difference when you love someone and you know that they love you." As Sarah finished her statement, she looked worried that she'd overstepped a boundary between us by using the 'L' word.

I hugged her back to me and toyed with one erect nipple.

"Good. I'm glad we feel the same about each other. I wondered how to tell you and this ends my worry that I was of some kind of oaf because you didn't feel anything for me other than as a neighbor."

I took Sarah's face in both hands and we locked eyes, "Sarah, I love you."

"Doug, I love you."

Sarah giggled and sat more erect; and then said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I said it wrong. Most Omnipotent, Omniscient, Great and Unobsequious Master of the Universe, Doctor Douglas Anthony Mallus, I love you."

Our kisses didn't stop except for us to make it to my bed.

Sarah raced home at six a.m. wearing one of my robes and carrying her clothes from the night before. She managed to get through the fifty-foot-long hallway to her door, and then into her condo unit without being spotted by any other neighbors.

I had take-out Chinese waiting for us when Sarah got home from her first day on the job. She looked harried, but appreciative to find I'd left a note on her door saying that dinner was ready next door.

Sarah was happy and did a data dump about her first day at Jaycor. Fundamentally, she'd become the bridge between an older man that was leaving to retire, and the next person that would fill that position that hadn't been hired yet. She was to make sure that nothing important slipped away unnoticed, and where she could, take action. Other improvements were always welcome.

I applauded her new job, even as a temp, and suggested that she also evaluate the post as to whether she'd ever want it as full-time staff. We cleaned up from dinner and got the leftovers put away. Then there was an awkward moment as we looked at each other again, probably both hoping for what would happen next.

We came together like a lighted match and a swimming pool of gasoline. In a fraction of a second our clothes were gone and we each had our mouths full of the other's sex. We were on the new plush carpet in front of my sofa, but who cared.

With some judicious maneuvering, I managed to last about a half-hour before I filled up Sarah's sweet pussy with my spunk. We really didn't do much foreplay either, so I corrected those omissions for our second and third rounds of sex. We both seemed insatiable and could get enough of the other. Eventually, we again slept together in my big bed, and in the morning, Sarah scampered off back to her apartment to dress for her second work day at Jaycor.

The rest of the week was a copy of the day before, although we did get a short seven a.m. run in on Thursday. Our evenings consisted of a meal somewhere, and then a copious amount of loving of one another. The more we were together, the deeper in love I fell for her.

I got to thinking about Love and Lust. Love occupied most of the day and our meals together because we talked and got to know each other better and better. Lust because after dinner, we turned into ravenous fuck machines seeking to give each other orgasms and body fluids.

I amazed myself. Previously, when I'd had sex, it had been once and done. With Sarah I was making love for hours and coming three, four, and even five times before we surrendered to our need for sleep. We also weren't sleeping all that much.

Saturday came and Sarah remembered to show me her first paycheck. She'd done well, and this was for only three days. I asked about her personal budgeting and projections for her new income, and got a blank stare. I explained my version of the task, and she asked for suggestions. We then spent midday laying out her new finances and her savings and spending pattern for the next five years, assuming the same rate of pay from Jaycor. I noted that there wouldn't be any savings just yet.

We kind of knew that we needed to diversify our daily activities and not fuck around the clock; however attractive that alternative was. Thus, Sarah decided that I needed a few more pieces of furniture so that my condo didn't look like an abandoned and somewhat empty warehouse. We shopped and bought two rugs, a complete bedroom set including a pair of nightstands to replace my cardboard boxes, and a casual chair for the living room. I also found another piece of art that wasn't outrageously expensive.

I took Sarah to the golf driving range and we each hit a basket of balls on the driving range. She'd had a few lessons in her past, and was better than I expected. We had a lot of laughs. Sunday, I squeezed in a flight lesson.

Late Saturday, we did some grocery shopping and then headed home. We agreed that for the coming week that I'd stay with her each day, so we only stocked up one of our apartments for meals. I felt very domestic. We exchanged apartment keys.

We were obviously in love. We couldn't stand to not be in physical contact with each other -- significant physical contact. I hoped that we looked 'cute' rather than sappy, but no one commented.

Sarah had me drive her new Porsche, which was a real treat. I was still using my ten-year-old Honda Civic that I'd bought used, so her car was a huge step up. I was budgeting for a new one, and after trying the Porsche, I revised my budget for a more expensive car. I teased Sarah and asked what a male escort could make for an evening out. That earned me a gentle punch to my shoulder. I got an education from her and learned that there were such times, and the rate of pay was pretty good.

Sunday, we took a long run in the morning and stopped for omelets at the end of the run. Sarah got a text during our brunch from her sister and that led to me learning a little about Lindsay. She was two years younger than Sarah, and lived in Miami. She was twenty-six.

Sarah explained, "Lindsay is a porn star, too. Her stage name is Lexi Staxxx -- with three x's." She hit a couple of buttons on her phone and showed me an album of nude shots of another hot blonde that was eminently fuckable.

I handed her phone back and said, "That's nice." What was I supposed to say about her hot and highly fuckable naked sister?

"You'll get to meet her next weekend. She's coming up on Friday for a visit. She'll be here for dinner. You'll like her, but I confess that we've only seen each other about once or twice a year for the past couple of years. We do talk a lot on the phone, and I told her some about you. Moving here to be closer to her was one of my reasons for picking this city."

"Does she know that you're trying to make a transition out of the porn business?"

"Yes. We even do Facetime every few weeks. She's curious about my new job and about you, especially. I told her last week that I had a 'serious' boyfriend. That probably raised all sorts of red flags for her, because I never used that terminology with anybody else since forever."

"Well, if you need help entertaining her, let me know." I figured that was about as neutral a comment that I could make. I was lamenting the loss of my new girlfriend for a weekend as she'd be occupied with her sister.

We bought a Sunday newspaper, and then went home and spent the day naked and mostly fucking. We also watched two movies and read the paper.

My new furniture arrived on Tuesday. The concierge for our building handled the delivery and set-up for me. Everything looked so different and more grounded when I got home and saw everything. Sarah agreed that now my condo looked more hospitable.

Sarah and I were quite domestic all week. She was burning up her new job to the delight of the people at Jaycor, but especially to Sarah who was finding new confidence and a sense of pride and self-worth outside her earlier career track. Looking and behaving as she did, everyone took great delight in meeting with her and helping out, and that meant that she was getting a lot done. She came up with some great ideas in her area. Besides that, she was learning a lot about how to build large fiberglass boats.

Friday after work, instead of going to Sarah's apartment, I went to mine. There was note inside (we'd swapped keys) telling me to come over for 'wine, etc.' and to meet Lindsay. I changed into more casual clothes and went next door.

Sarah was near the door and gave me a big kiss, and then brought me to the living room. I spotted Lindsay's backpack on the floor along the way.

Lindsay obviously came from the same gene pool that Sarah did. She, too, was a willowy blonde with long hair, blue eyes, and a flair for dressing, and just as hot as her older sister. They were the same height and both as elegant as the other. Sarah had told me that she was twenty-six.

Sarah was still wrapped around me from my welcome kiss as she introduced me, and then I had Lindsay also wrapped around me sampling my kisses. This was a sudden and unexpected pleasure.

Lindsay teased, "You're right, he does kiss like an angel." She came back for more, and I didn't refuse since Sarah was tight against me and nudged me towards her sister. I then kissed Sarah.

Sarah also teased, "Well done, Stud. This is only a sampler." I laughed and wondered what that comment meant.

They'd only been together a few moments, so I got us all some wine. We were now drinking it from a box. Who knew we'd find a good tasting Chardonnay that was cheap and in a box.

We chatted, and I found the conversation truly unique, since Sarah wanted to hear about a fuck fest that Lindsay had been in for the previous week as some kind of back yard, outdoor orgy got filmed.

Lindsay was naming various 'actors' that Sarah seemed to know, and talking about how they poked this or that other female actress, and so on. She was pretty graphic, blow by blow as the script went, and I couldn't help but envision Lindsay, naked and appealing, in the middle of the fray on some chaise, getting speared by one actor after another repeatedly for the fuck flick.

In response to a question from Sarah, I learned that the whole cast and crew in the Miami orgy video had to show up with very recent 'clean' STD test results. That settled one lurking question in my mind about the industry. To one of my questions, I learned that some studios and directors insisted on frequent tests of everyone connected with their work.

Sarah and I took Lindsay to Patrick's for dinner. The weather was nice so the three of us ate out on the sidewalk. The two women were dressed in somewhat skimpy clothes given the warm weather. Both wore some CFM heels, tiny skirts that belonged more on a tennis court, and then tight t-shirts that hugged their bodies and displayed every shape and beautiful bump. They were braless, too; and had applied some eye makeup. After we sat, I realized how much attention they were getting; everyone that walked by on the sidewalk gawked at the two of them. They were both hot as the sun.

Eventually, we just ignored the attention and even a couple of surreptitious snapshots taken with gawker's cellphones. I'm sure they got lots of leg and boob in their pictures given the two girl's skirts and tops. The two of them made me feel like I was super-stud, and both were handsy with me.

We walked back to the condo by way of Main Street, doing some window shopping. What made the walk by the three of us unusual for me, was that we were three abreast, tightly packed together with our arms around each other. I was in the middle of the two babes, of course. Further, every few feet, I'd be kissing one or the other of the sisters. I kept checking-in with Sarah.