I met her at a house party. Her name was Mari, which she said was Danish. She was short, tan and fit, with gorgeous blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was way, way, way out of my league; I had learned the hard way back in the dorms that I wasn't really "enough" for the truly pretty girls. Girls like her wanted more than I could give. Girls like her enjoyed getting fucked, and wanted men who could do it properly.
She was sweet and polite, and we talked about school (she was a nursing major) and music (she loved hip hop, while I preferred classic rock) and I could tell that she was pretty tipsy. Her breasts were busting out of her tight t-shirt and I was getting pretty aroused. To my surprise, when I suggested we move to a quieter part of the house she quickly agreed. She produced a small blunt and we smoked, even though I don't normally smoke at parties. As we smoked she got close and suddenly kissed me. We made out for a bit and she slid her slender little hands up my thigh toward my crotch.
What happened next changed my life. As she grabbed my hardon through my jeans, she suddenly gasped and withdrew her hand. I stammered and offered an apologetic look. She immediately soothed my ego. "It's okay, trust me." She giggled.
"Yeah, I understand if...if maybe you don't want to?"
"No, I do! Trust me, really, it doesn't matter. If you only knew."
While I was still extremely horny, curiosity overtook me.
She informed me very nonchalantly that she did porn.
"Excuse me?" I thought I had misheard her.
