Long time reader, first time writer. This story has been in my head, so I finally thought I would let it out. Helpful feedback certainly welcome. I could also maybe use an editor, so get in touch if you like it and want to help with the next one. Thanks! - Kitty
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Chapter 1
Her husband Trevor felt the crisp night air rush into the entryway as Anna opened the door and stepped inside. Her usually bouncy curls were matted in places, her eyes looked tired and her cheeks were flushed with red. Maybe it was just from the cold outside?
She clutched the front of her long coat and held it closed as she shut the door slowly, preparing herself to face her husband of 10 years. With one deep breath, she turned.
"I've got a few surprises for you," she said as she turned to look at him. He was clearly nervous, she could see it in the way he slightly furrowed his brow. But he was trying to hide his nerves and play it cool. He does that a lot and it never works. "But I'm not going to give them all away at once. You said you trust me, so I'm going to need you to do that for the next hour or so. Is that OK?"
"Of course, Annie. I love you. Did everything go OK? How do you feel?," asked Trevor, wrapping his arms around her to give her a long, firm hug.
"Oh," said Anna, letting out a breath as she allowed her body to melt into the hug from the man she loved. "It went great. Not exactly what I was expecting. But we'll get to that. Oh it does feel good to be home."
"So then you really did it," he said. She gave a slight nod, but her eyes suggested there was more to the story. "Did you have sex with someone or was it just you? Did you have fun? What was it..."
"Shhh." Anna held put her finger against his lips and pulled back a step. "I told you that you would have to trust me. I will tell you everything, but not right away. I will give you a couple hints, though..."
Anna unbuttoned the only button holding her long coat closed and let it open slightly, hanging from her shoulders. She moved her left hand down the slit of the coat, then moved it inside to feel the front of the black lace panties she bought specially for this night. She could feel that they were soaked through. She looked in Trevor's eyes, gave a little wink, then pulled the coat flap to the side to reveal that she was wearing nothing but her black lace bra and her soaking panties underneath.
"That's hint number one," she said. She then moved her right hand into her coat pocket, keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time. She grabbed something and held it in her pocket for a second, making him squirm as he tried to guess what was in there. Then she pulled out a USB thumb drive and dangled it in the air from her fingers. She held it up to her mouth and bit it, growling as she shook her head side to side. She took the drive out of her mouth and closed her hand around it. "And that's hint number two. Those are all you get for now. Go get your laptop and let's go to bed."
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We should probably rewind a bit. In fact, that's pretty much what was going through Trevor's mind as he headed back into the living room to grab his trusty old laptop off the couch. Was this really happening? Did she really go through with it? And did she like it? How the hell did we get here?
Trevor and Anna met working at a big box book store fresh out of college in 2009. With degrees that were of no help for job hunters during the recession, they had both taken a retail job that would at least pay something. And hey, you could be worse places than a book store, right?
There was clearly something between them right from the start. Anna had worked in the store back in high school, so she was familiar with how the place worked and had some old friends on staff. But Trevor was new. And as he walked around with the manager getting oriented on his first day, it seemed like every time he stole a glace at Anna as she worked behind the register or walked through the stacks stocking books, she was pretending to not be looking back at him.
But it was a week later when they first had a long shift together that things blew up. It seemed that everything she told him was so wise and profound. And every joke he told landed with her. It's hard to describe what it's like when two people are just on the same wavelength, but they were. It may have been eight hours in a suburban big box book store, but it went by too fast.
They worked to get on the schedule together as much as possible, and it didn't take long before they decided to hang out after work. And though they both knew it was probably not a great idea to be anything more than friends with a co-worker, well, I mean, it's just a stupid book store, right?
Sex was just perfectly right. Everything about it felt right. They fit together like they were made to fit together, Anna would say. And the more time they spent together, the more that's all they wanted to do.
They were married just a year after they met. And neither of them has doubted the decision for even a minute. Of course the honeymoon period fades and real life comes in. They both finally got on career paths related to their college studies. They both started working longer hours. But they were always intentional about their relationship. They always made time to have sex and to talk. Honestly was the glue that made them so strong, Trevor liked to say. They would talk about anything, and they were very careful not to hide their feelings or keep secrets from each other.
Honesty and openness is great for relationships, of course, but it is also good for sex. They shared their fantasies with each other. Even the strange ones. Or the impossible and even dangerous ones. And especially the embarrassing ones. Fantasies are normal and healthy, they agreed, and sharing them gave their partner the opportunity to mix in some new spice in bed. They had tried light BDSM stuff like handcuffs and blindfolds. They had role played cop and robber, damsel and villain, naive lady and stranger. Neither of them would have considered their sex lives boring.
Then Helen struck a strong warrior pose in front of Anna. It was during a yoga class at the studio in the neighborhood, but for some reason Helen's confidence in that pose just hit Anna a funny way. It's hard to say exactly why. Helen was wearing tight blue yoga pants and a loose top. Maybe it was the top. It was so loose that you could catch glimpses of the side of her breasts when she made certain poses. Oh, good lord, why was she perving on this woman in her yoga class? But she looked down at her own tight athletic top and wondered if she would have the guts to wear a loose top like Helen's. I mean, why not? Anna was not a prude, and she wasn't ashamed of her body. It just wasn't something she would normally do. But maybe she should.
After class, she decided to talk to Helen. She seemed cool and probably lived nearby. It never hurts to make another friend. She rolled up her mat faster than usual, ignoring the imperfections in the hasty, off-kilter roll job that would normally bother her and stuffed it into her carrying bag. Then she walked over.
"Hey, I've seen you here a bunch. I'm Anna. I live around the corner. Do you live nearby?"
"Oh, hey, yeah, I'm like half a mile down the hill. But I just love this place. It's got that vibe, you know?" She smiled as she gave Anna a quick look over. "I'm Helen. I'm headed next door to get coffee, wanna join?"
Anna and Helen hit it off right away. They sat for a long time after their cups were dry just talking about, well, whatever. It was just easy. So they made plans to meet up for drinks later in the week. Then that turned into dinner at Anna and Trevor's house. Trevor liked Helen a lot, too. She was obviously more of Anna's friend, but they got along well. They cracked jokes, were able to talk about classic film and obscure music together. It was a good time, and he was happy that Anna had made a new friend she really seemed to like. As you get older, that just gets more and more rare.
"So what do you do for a living?" Trevor asked. Funny, Anna didn't really know that, either.
"I'm an entertainer and I own a media company with my husband Cal," she said.
"Oh yeah? That's awesome. Working for yourself must be so liberating. What kind of entertaining do you do?" asked Trevor, sipping from his nearly empty wine glass.
"I make adult films. Well, my husband and I make them together. It started as just something we did for fun, kind of a little kink I guess you could say, but then we got kind of popular and decided to try to make a living off of it. And we have. It's been our full time jobs for about five years now."
"No way," said Trevor. "That's awesome. Sounds like a hell of a life you have set up for yourself. Annie, you didn't tell me Helen was Internet famous." It was a joke, or it was supposed to be. Everyone laughed anyway. Trevor didn't want to make her feel judged or anything so tried to play it off like it was no big deal. But inside, his mind was racing. A porn star? Well, I shouldn't call her that unless she calls herself that, right? Did Annie know about this? What did she think? I can't wait to talk to her about this later...
"Actually, I don't think Helen and I ever talked about it," said Anna. "That's really cool though. I have to learn more. I mean, if you want to talk about it, of course."
"Ha! Yeah, this part is always a little funny. It's weird, it's like coming out or something. I love my job and I'm proud of it, but it still seems to catch people a bit off guard out here in the "real world."" Yes, she did the air quotes. "I am Queen St. Helens if you want to look me up. Just, you know, be prepared. It's not Playboy. We do some pretty real stuff. I guess my general demeanor is to give it to people straight, and that's what the site is like."
"Well, this is a new one for me," said Anna. "I mean, what's the polite thing to do when a friend tells you they have a porn site? Do you not watch it and just let it be like any other friend's day job? Or do you politely wait for dinner to end and the party to break up, then rush into the room and watch it all?" Everyone laughed.
