Diving In (5 page)

“Yeah right!” I snicker, following him
towards the back deck for lunch.

Everyone chats casually as we eat. James has
clearly had a hand in the menu—since he’s a tremendous cook—because
we’re having turkey burgers made with feta, sun-dried tomatoes and
basil on these really delicious whole wheat buns that I love. He
learned to make these a few years ago and I practically lived at
his house that summer so I could eat them whenever he decided to
light the grill.

We lounge around the deck for a while before
we decide to take out the jet skis. Rick has two on the yacht and
they’re both covered in Louis Vuitton print, but with Rick’s
initials instead of the classic “LV” pattern. Keepin’ it
classy.

James makes me put on a life vest, despite my
avid protests, and he ushers me to hop on behind him.

“Feel free to wrap your legs around me,
baby,” he says with amped up sexuality when he gives me a flirty
glance over his shoulder.

“Shut up,” I giggle and squeeze him tightly
when he hits the gas.

Chad’s in front on the other jet ski with
Alejandro behind him. A spontaneous race breaks out and I’m
clinging to James as we glide over the water neck and neck with the
guys. It’s kind of scary because I know I could totally wipe out,
but it’s also really fun, because I know James will be careful with
me. We finish the race, our team emerging victorious, and drive
around for a little while before heading back to the boat.

“You good, babe?” James says as he turns back
to look at me.

“Better than good,” I reply, leaning my chin
up and kissing his cheek, which earns me an ear-to-ear smile from
him.

The sun starts to set and everyone’s pretty
exhausted, so we say our goodbyes and James and I hop into his old
Honda Civic and head back to his apartment.

When we get to the parking lot, he darts
around the car and opens the door for me, which makes me laugh at
his surprise sweetness. He reaches down and holds my hand as we
walk up the flight of stairs and down the hallway to his door. I
feel close to him right now. It’s far greater than proximity alone.
We’re connected. That surge of warmth flows through me and I put my
arm around him and curl into him as he fishes for his keys and
eventually unlocks the door.

We’re both too tired to do anything, so we
microwave some popcorn and opt to watch a movie. I go over to his
massive shelf of DVDs—he and I are movie buffs, so we’ve both
amassed a pretty sizable collection—and I brows the titles. I’m
narrowing it down and trying to decide between Young Frankenstein
and Blazing Saddles when an obnoxiously busy yellow and blue DVD
cover catches my eye. Horny Housewives IV MILF Madness is the
title. In the center is a naked, silicone-enhanced blonde woman on
her knees deep throating a guy. All around the main image are
smaller photos of “housewives” spread open or bent over doggy style
while being penetrated by a hardbodied guy whose head is cut off
from the shot. I guess disembodied torsos are ok because guys in
porn are really only there to be props for the girls, at least
according to what I’ve heard from James. It dawns on me, of course,
that the abs and pecs of the man in the center photo look
remarkably familiar. I swallow hard and I know it’s James.
Should I keep looking at it or put it away as fast as I can?
I can’t decide what to do.

“You picked one out yet?” James says,
approaching fast.

I fumble with the DVD and he totally catches
me.

“Is there something else you’d like to
watch?” he grins as he cranks up the sex appeal.

“Is it weird that your face isn’t on the
cover? The whole focal point is your dick,” I reply.

“Is it weird that you could instantly
identify me by seeing just my dick?” he teases. “How’d you know
that was me, Lola? How could you immediately tell I was on that
cover, huh?”

“Shut up!” I whine as I blush.

“Wanna watch it?” he says with that
mischievous smile.

“No!” I laugh loudly. “I couldn’t handle
that!”

“Wanna watch another one?” he continues,
reaching over me and grabbing another video.

This one’s even more outrageous. A pretty
redhead whom I recognize from the party stands in the middle with
her back facing the camera and her hands on her ass, spreading her
cheeks as she peeks over her shoulder. Amber’s Anal Adventures.
Seriously?

“Dude!” I gasp, averting my eyes.

“Or maybe this one,” he says, tossing another
box at me.

Co-ed Initiation: Sorority Orgy Volume 7.
Because apparently six just wasn’t enough.

“How many of these things do you fucking
have?!” I laugh. “You’ve got, like, the porn Criterion Collection
in here!”

He snickers and then kneels down next to me,
getting on my level and picking up the DVDs I’ve dropped like they
were hot lava.

My eyes scan the shelf again and I see that
there are more. Lots more. They’re mixed in with regular movies,
which is what really makes me laugh. Eternal Sunshine of the
Spotless Mind on the same shelf as Cockhungry Sluts XII and,
ironically, The Girl Next Door, a film about a teenage boy who
lives next door to a hot porn star whom he eventually falls in love
with.

“Let me show you one,” James says, giving me
a smile that’s decidedly more sexy than before. “Come on. You’ve
never seen one of my movies and you should check it out, see how I
roll.”

“I can’t watch porn with you, let alone
your
porn with you,” I giggle. “How am I gonna look you in
the eye after I see … what’s this one … Tittyfuck Teens? Tittyfuck
Teens, James? Really?!”

He laughs hard nodding his head like he
concedes that I have a point.

“This is just … wow,” I snicker.

“How about if we just watch, like, five
minutes of one? Just enough for you to get a feel for it?” he
presses.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I
cackle. “You’d actually want me to see you fuck on film?”

“Yeah, dude,” he shrugs. “You might see
somethin’ you like,” he adds with a wink.

I don’t know why—I really, truly have no idea
what comes over me, but I say yes.

He jumps up and offers me his hand, hiking me
up from my seat and motioning for me to sit on the couch. He puts
the DVD in and turns on the TV, joining me and resting his arm on
the back of the couch around me.

“This isn’t an anal one, is it?” I meekly
ask, already preparing to cover my eyes. “I definitely can’t watch
you do that.”

“No,” he chuckles. “This is Naughty Nymphos.
This one’s pretty soft, not a lot of close-ups and all pretty
normal positions.”

“So the nymphos aren’t really that naughty
then, are they?” I joke.

“We’ll see who’s cracking jokes in five
minutes,” he grins at me.

I take a deep breath and mentally prepare
myself for what I’m about to see. It’s not like I’ve never seen
porn—anyone with a broadband connection is bound to stumble upon
some kinky shit at some point—I’ve just never seen my best friend’s
porn. I’ve heard detailed accounts from James of all his sexual
escapades, but I’ve never witnessed them firsthand.
Ok, here we
go.

The scene opens with James and a slender
brunette walking into a bedroom decorated in all white. She wears a
white nightie—eerily similar to the more modest one I packed to
sleep in this weekend. He’s in a white wifebeater and white
drawstring pants. His skin looks smooth and tan, a deep olive shade
like his Greek relatives on his mom’s side of the family. His hair
is back in a ponytail and his expression, his posture, even the way
he breathes just radiates sex. He came to fuck, nothing’s ever been
more obvious. This is the James Laird Sex Laser Beam set to nuclear
level.

There’s no boring dialogue and he starts
kissing the girl passionately, claiming her mouth with his in a way
that’s both aggressive and sensual. It’s a hot kiss, I’m not going
to lie. There’s a teeny tiny part of me—I mean subatomic small—that
wishes he’d grab me and kiss me like that. To know that kind of
passion … what a thrill!

He takes her top off and starts feeling her
up and she’s closing her eyes and moaning, that whole production.
His hand slides into her white cotton panties—probably chosen to
convey some type of innocence—and her moans get louder. When he
slides the panties off her and lodges his face firmly between her
legs, she starts bucking her hips and throwing her head back. It
looks so … real.

I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
He’s looking right at me with a big smile on his face and it’s like
he’s trying to read me for even the slightest micro-expression. I
purposely keep my face completely impassive, revealing nothing.

The girl tugs his pants down, letting his
erection spring free.
Yowza!
Certainly a lot bigger than I
remembered it—of course, I’ve never seen it so … turgid. She starts
sucking him furiously, bobbing her head, hollowing out her cheeks
and using both hands to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth. He
runs his fingers through her hair and puts his hand on the back of
her head, urging her forward and backward in quick motions.

“Ok,” I timidly interject, “we can cut it
here.”

“Come on,” he chuckles, his smile wide and
mischievously charming, “just a little bit more. Here, I’ll fast
forward past the blowjob if you want.”

“Yeah, 'cause it’s gonna get so much tamer
after that?” I dryly reply.

“Just watch a couple more minutes,” he grins,
pressing his index finger to my chin and turning my head so I face
the TV again.

I cover my eyes but peek through my fingers
as I continue to watch.

After she sucks him off, he lays her down on
the bed and kneels between her legs. He takes his massive cock in
his hand and rubs it over her a little bit before plunging into her
to the hilt. I’m not entirely unimpressed by the way he moves, more
like a wave than a jackhammer. His motions are fluid and smooth and
it looks like it probably feels pretty great.

“Seen enough, cupcake?” he teases, hitting
pause on a wide shot of him gripping her hips and lifting her up so
he can get deeper.

“Yes!” I giggle, refusing to look at him.

“Anything you liked?” he says, rotating my
face again and meeting my eyes. “Anything you wanna try?”

“James!” I blush.

“Come on, you’ve fucked around with dudes
before—even though I’ve made it my fuckin’ job to try to stop you.
What kind of thing do you dig?”

“Does any of that matter?” I say, clearly
dodging the question.

“Yes,” he grins, “it matters to me. Just tell
me. What kind of stuff do you like guys to do to you?”

I sigh and lean back on the couch, my cheeks
stinging with embarrassment as I attempt to scowl at him for
putting me on the spot.

“Lola, it’s me. You can tell me anything,
baby,” he says warmly. “I’m just curious about it, that’s all. I
know you haven’t fucked anybody, but what’s the farthest you’ve
gone? You had two years of high school where I wasn’t around to
protect you, what’d you let ‘em get away with?”

I laugh lightly at that. Of course he would
think about it that way. In his mind, every man on earth is waiting
with bated breath for the opportunity to catch me off guard so they
can nail me. Where he gets these crazy ideas, I’ll never know.

“Come on,” he playfully pushes. “What’s the
most you’ve done?”

“Third, I guess,” I weakly answer, my voice
quiet and shy.

“Somebody went down on you?!” He asks with
eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I thought third was … touching,” I
reply.

“For you, maybe,” he shrugs and gives me a
cheeky smile. “For dudes I think that falls into the second base
category.”

“Well how do you define that scale? What
stands for what in your baseball analogy?” I inquire. “I’ve always
learned it as French, feel, finger, fuck. What are you going
on?”

“I’ve heard that one too, but we always said
finger counted for feel and that third was actually oral,” he
replies.

“Oh, ok, then second, by that scale,” I
nod.

“So, you let somebody finger you, huh?” he
says with overplayed disapproval.

“Two guys, actually,” I add with a defiant,
smart-ass smirk.

“Two?! That kills me, Lo!” He smiles, leaning
his head back against the couch like he’s devastated. “You liked it
so much you had to do it twice?”

“Well, um, no, not really,” I timidly
respond.

“You didn’t like it?” he asks
inquisitively.

“No, I mean, it was cool and all, it just
wasn’t anything to write home about. Nothing too special,” I
answer.

“So, I take it you didn’t come,” he says.

“I don’t think so,” I bashfully respond.

“Don’t think so? What do you—how could you
not know?” he says with bemusement. “Unless … Lola, have you ever
had an orgasm?”

“It’s getting late and I’m tired,” I say, my
cheeks flushing beet red as I stand up from the couch.

“Hey, hey,” he says, grabbing my wrist and
playfully tugging me back down. “Come on, answer my question.”

“Does any of this matter in the grand scheme
of things?” I say, still not answering. “What does it matter if I
have or haven’t? That question is so not important.”

“It’s important to me,” he says, trying to be
patient and sweet as he coaxes this out of me. He pulls me onto his
lap so I’m straddling him and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Just
tell me, hmm?”

I take a deep breath and look down, not
wanting to meet his gaze as I subtly nod my head.

“Never?” he asks, shock still plastered
across his face.

“No,” I murmur.

“Not even by yourself?” he continues to
prod.

“No. Jesus Christ! Why are we even talking
about this?” I whine.

“You know where you’re supposed to touch,
right?” he teases.