Dating a Porn Actress

I’m not exactly sure where to begin. I’ll try to limit the backstory as much as possible, and save you the boring details, but here’s the history.

So five years ago, my wife Ann asked me for a divorce. I kind of knew it was coming. We were married in our early twenties, and even though we made it twenty two years, for various reasons, it just didn’t work out. I wouldn’t say it was totally amicable, but for the most part we handled everything like adults.

Everyone knew the reason why we got a divorce. Ann cheated on me. At least twice that I know of. Because of her cheating, friends and family were very supportive of me, including her own friends and family. Their kindness and love were great, but they really didn’t know the whole story between Ann and me. I came out looking like the good guy in the divorce, but as everyone knows, there are always two sides to the story.

When Ann and I married, she was twenty four years old, and very attractive. Luckily for Ann and me I guess, the older she got, the better looking she became. She worked out a lot, so she has a very toned body, firm smallish boobs, long blonde hair, and a pretty face with an awesome smile. So you are probably asking, how did I screw this up. Well, here goes.

Simply said, Ann is an extravert, while I would consider myself to be an introvert. She’s fun, has a ton of friends, loves going to parties, and participates in the local community theatre. While I on the other hand work in IT, enjoy model railroading, and reading. Also, I don’t consider myself to be good looking. I’m in good shape because I do run and exercise, but I was never a chick magnet or considered to be sexy. Ann would say that I am boring, and she’d probably be correct.

It was through one of her theatre friends that I first found out she was cheating on me. By this time Ann was was in her thirties, and she had apparently met a fellow actor and they hit it off. I met the guy at least twice at two different parties. Her friend Julie, who I was also pretty good friends with, called me and said we needed to meet, and soon.

Julie said that over the last year she had seen them together a lot, and knew they were very friendly, but didn’t think a whole lot about it until she saw the two of them making out outside of a restaurant. Needless to say, I was pissed.

I of course confronted Ann. At first she denied the allegation. It took a while, but she finally confessed. Strange at it seems, I didn’t really know the next step. First, I didn’t know what I wanted. I knew I didn’t want her sleeping with other guys of course, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted a divorce, or wanted to remain married and just consider the affair a bad screwup and just move on.

Ann was remorseful, but she told me she wasn’t happy in our marriage, which meant she wasn’t happy with me. She said she loved me, but there just wasn’t any excitement in our marriage, including the bedroom. I wasn’t shocked.

When it came to the bedroom, she just wasn’t adventuresome. Don’t get me wrong, the sex wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t as great as I would have wished. I spent too much of my free time playing with model trains and hanging out on the computer. Sure, she shouldn’t have cheated, but I was partly to blame. I wasn’t meeting her needs.

Over the next few months, we spent more time together, going out to eat, exercising together, and working to hopefully make the marriage work. I told her no more theater work, thinking that’s where some of the problems started. She was fine with it.

Amazingly, after about a year after the affair, I kind of just quit ever thinking about it. Ann seemed happy, and we were getting along. About this time, she started a new position at work, which was going to require a lot of travel. She was excited about it, and I was excited for her, but in the back of my mind, I’m thinking is going to be an opportunity for her to meet someone else. I explained to her my feelings. Ann stated there was absolutely nothing to worry about, and what happened before would never happen again. That did not last long.

I’ll have to give Ann credit though. She was a lot more protective about her activities this time around. I’m not sure when she started cheating again, with whom, or for how long. It’s embarrassing to say, but she could have been at for up to seven years. I never saw any real evidence that would make me think she was having an affair. Everything seemed fairly normal.

When she started traveling for work, she’d would typically fly out on a Tuesday morning, and come back home either on Thursday evening, or Friday late afternoon. We’d go out to eat Friday and Saturday evenings, have sex on Saturday night, and hang out together on Sunday. All day Monday she’d get ready for the work week ahead. It was pretty routine. If and when we had sex, it was pretty routine too.

Yet I loved having sex with Ann. Her body was just perfect. We’d hold each other in bed while lying down. With her backside against my chest, I’d work my hands through her hair and all over her body. She’d immediately turn over and start sucking my cock. When we were dating, and even during the early years of our marriage, she was a bit apprehensive about giving a blow job. That is not the case now. She loves, loves sucking cock. (And apparently not just mine)

After a great blow job, I’d would always go down on her pussy with my tongue. Lets just say I’d give it my best effort. Of course she would use her fingers on her clit to help achieve an orgasm. After she came, I’d crawl on top of her and insert my dick in her pussy. She loved to be fucked hard. She would orgasm multiple times usually, I’m pretty sensitive, so it wouldn’t take long before I would cum. Most of the time I would either cum on her stomach or tits. She would then roll over to go to sleep, satisfied, but not thrilled.

It was good, problem was, it was the same thing every time. If she wanted something more from our sex life, she never communicated it to me, and I’m not sure why.

Like I said earlier, life had become very routine. That would all change one Friday night after Ann went to bed after arriving home late from working out of town. Her flight was delayed, so by the time she got to bed, it was around 1 a.m. As soon as she walked in the door, she went to the bedroom, removed her clothes, put on a nighty, brushed her teeth, and hit the bed. Obviously she had had a long and tiring day. When entering the bedroom, she took her suitcase and placed it on the dresser.

I was wide awake, so to be helpful I decided to put her clothes away that were in the suitcase, Underneath a shirt, I found an envelope with her initials. I wouldn’t have paid any attention to it, except it was a greeting card type envelope with her initials very nicely written. The envelope had already been opened. My first thought was crap, I missed her birthday or something. But I quickly realized that wasn’t the case.

Inside the envelope there was a card with a short note inside. It said something like “Ann, being with you has been the best time of my life. I hope someday we can be together forever. I love you.” It was signed by a guy named James.

Fuck! I wanted to wake her up so bad, grab her shit, and throw her out. But I didn’t. I slept in the spare bedroom that night. I laid awake for hours, my mind was just racing a hundred miles an hour. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up around nine the next morning.

I walked by the master bedroom and noticed she wasn’t there. Holding the envelope with the card inside, I went to the kitchen where she was sitting at a small table eating some fruit. I placed the envelope right in front of her. She didn’t say a word. She just looked up at me, somehow knowing I knew the contents inside.

So about a year later, I found myself divorced, single, and living in a new house. Actually, the house is just new to me. It’s been around for a long time. A year before I’m living in a fairly new, big house with my wife, and now my whole life has done a 180 and I find myself living in an old, smaller home in a not-so-great neighborhood alone.

The best thing about the house though is that it has a large basement for my model train layout. Don’t get me wrong, the house is fine, but it wasn’t what I was used to. Little did I know, life itself was going to become what I am not used to either.

The days unfortunately were passing by very fast. Sure, I have my job and a train set, but I didn’t really have a life. I knew I had to get out of this funk, get over Ann, and start dating. My friends, and even Ann’s former friends were trying to set me up soon after the divorce. They felt bad for me, knowing that I got screwed over by Ann.

I went out on a few dates, but I could never really get into any of the women. They were all great, but my head and heart just wasn’t in it. So after a couple of years, friends were no longer setting me up because they had just kind of given up on me. I was a lost cause. I was also sad and depressed.

One morning I woke up up and told myself this has to stop and I needed to make a change. So I decided to do about the dumbest thing ever. Yeah, I joined an internet dating site. For a borderline recluse like myself, this was probably not a good idea, but I wanted to do something different. And oh boy, was this different. I made a profile, not giving a lot of details, but enough to hopefully attract some ladies.

When it came to hobbies, I didn’t mention I play with electric trains. I thought it would be a good idea to leave that one out. I’m not sure if women would like the idea of a forty five year old guy who sits in a basement and plays with trains.

The site was pretty good, and there were plenty of profiles to view. There was one profile that for whatever reason really got my attention. Her picture wasn’t a close up, so I really had to focus on what she looked like. She was a brunette, tan, not real tall, and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that said U.C.L.A across the front.

It almost looked like she didn’t want her picture to be taken. After reading her profile, it looked to that she didn’t even want to be on a dating site. She wasn’t volunteering a lot of information. I was intrigued. Her name was Christy and it appeared that she was an introvert like me. I sent her a brief message and waited for a reply.

Not long after I sent her a message, I got a reply. There was a bit of back-and-forth with the messages, but they were brief on her end. I’m thinking to myself this girl is shy, which isn’t something I would typically like in a person. Ann after all wasn’t shy, and even though I was still pretty pissed at her, I was looking for someone who was like her. Pretty messed up I know.

Through the messages, Christy told me that she worked downtown as an administrator for an insurance office. So I asked her if she’d like to grab a coffee over her lunch hour on Monday, and she said yes. Due to my work, I have a fairly flexible schedule, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to leave the house on Monday and go downtown.

I’m thinking to myself if the meeting doesn’t work out, so what, the coffee at this place is really great. Over the weekend I kept thinking about meeting Christy, and yet I wasn’t very anxious. Unlike the previous dates I went on after the divorce, for whatever reason I wasn’t nervous about this one. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I’m thinking Christy is going to be shy and reserved. She would prove me wrong.

I arrived at the coffee bar early, ordered a cup, scrolled my phone, and waited for Christy to show up. I was told by a friend that if I get a bad vibe, or if the conversation becomes too awkward, don’t waste a lot of time. Just be honest with the person and tell them you don’t think this is going to work or that you’re not interested.

I kept looking around the coffee bar for Christy. Surprisingly for a Monday afternoon, the place was pretty busy. Sure enough, right at the appointed time, Christy walked in the door. Because she was about thirty feet from me, she looked just like her profile picture. I stood up, waved, and got her attention. As she got closer, I almost went into shock.

Christy’s face is absolutely beautiful. Strangely, her lips weren’t smiling, but it seemed that her eyes were. She was very nicely dressed in formal business attire, yet the outfit wasn’t revealing at all. Her dark hair was beautiful. I introduced myself as a shook her hand. I stood at least a foot taller than her, so I’m thinking she is barely five foot tall.

We sat down across from each other. I just couldn’t help but stare at her. This is one gorgeous woman. I kind of forgot where we were, so before we could really start talking, she said she wanted to get a cup of coffee. “Yeah, good one” I’m thinking to myself. I can’t believe I didn’t offer her some before we sat down.

I followed her to the counter, and while she ordered, I just kept looking her over. I offered to pay, and she accepted. Her cup arrived and we went back to the table, again, taking the same seats.

I knew this was going to be a quick meeting because it was during her lunch hour and we weren’t eating here. Yet nothing so far seemed hurried. Christy didn’t come across as nervous at all. She seemed confident. She was kind of hard to read though. Maybe she is shy?

Stupidly, we started talking about work. Nothing like talking about work while on lunch. Christy said that she works for a large insurance company, but the office she worked out of was fairly small with only a small handful of employees. She mentioned that she likes her work and the people she works with, but that she mostly spent her time on the phone and a computer helping customers. I had the feeling that she wasn’t overly excited about her job.

I told her about my job as a freelance IT guy, working from home, etc. A real yawn fest. I didn’t mention anything about model trains. Ann was right. I am boring. I summed up my entire existence to Christy in about one minute. “This is not good,” I’m thinking to myself.

There were some long moments of silence in our conversation, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. It didn’t bother me at all. I could have just stared at Christy for the rest of the day. I was so attracted to her. So after about fifteen minutes of not real stimulating conversation, she said she needed walk back to her office, eat, and get back to work. It turns out the coffee shop was only a block away from her office.

So here comes the real awkward part. Is she going to ask me, or am I going to have to ask her about meeting again? This time I stepped up. I wasn’t going to blow this chance. So I asked her as she was standing up to leave if she’d like to join me for lunch tomorrow. She seemed to be taken aback by my question, yet with a smile, she said sure.

As we were walking out of the coffee bar, I told her that’d I’d get back to her later on today about lunch tomorrow. With that, we said goodbye and she turned and walked away.

So for the next twenty four hours I couldn’t take my mind off Christy. Its wasn’t like we had an instant “connection,” but I just had a feeling that there was something there, and I really hoped she felt the same. We chatted via text Monday evening, but we didn’t really say a whole lot besides “it was nice to meet you today, and where would you like to eat for lunch?” She suggested a Mexican restaurant near her office. When I arrived, the place was packed.

Turns out it was taco Tuesday, so everyone was there to eat cheap. I could barely fit into the entryway. When Christy arrived, we immediately saw each other. She smiled when she saw me. Again, she just looked so cute. Her outfit as very nice. Not too revealing, but I could tell by the clothes she was in decent shape and appeared to have a nice rack.

It was hard to hear in the entryway which was right next to the bar area, so she grabbed me by the wrist and led me through the restaurant to an empty table. A waitress immediately came to the table, and said hi to Christy. Christy said high back, and immediately ordered two tacos and an iced tea, then turned to me waiting for me to order.

I’m thinking to myself, gee, she doesn’t eat much No wonder she has a great body. I was pretty hungry, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself, so I ordered four tacos and an iced tea.

Because it was loud, we almost had to yell to hear ourselves. Yet, in like two minutes we had our tacos and drinks. This place was fast. So here we are together for our second meeting, and except for saying hi and ordering food, we just didn’t have much of a chance to talk. We ate rather quickly since we couldn’t really spend time talking. I paid the bill and we left. The check came up to around ten bucks. What a cheap date!

She still had a half an hour before she had to get back to work. So we decided to walk around the block, we me hoping we could get to know each other a little better. Christy didn’t say a whole lot. I’d ask her questions, not trying to pry too much. She’d answer them in as few of words possible.

At first I’m perceiving this lack of talking as if she’s wasn’t really into me. Yet she’d smile a bit and seemed to enjoy walking around the block. She led me to her office, and I kind of took the hint that she had to get back inside. Again, there was an odd moment of silence, so I went for broke, and asked if she’d like to go out to dinner with me. She gave a half smile and said sure. I then asked what’s a good night for you, and she surprisingly said how about tonight. Of course I said yes.

With my ex wife Ann, she was the forward, more aggressive one. She would decide where we would go out to eat, what movie we would see, or even where we would vacation. It didn’t bother me, but now here I am with Christy and it seems that I’ll be the one who will have to be more aggressive in making something happen. This was a real change for me.

I picked her up at her apartment at 6:30. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. Again, she just looked beautiful. For forty eight, she was pretty hot. She was wearing a fairly tight black dress, maybe a little too formal for a Tuesday night dinner, but I knew she was wanting to impress me, and did she ever.

After a quick hello, she said she needed to finish up in the bathroom, and get her jacket. I was left standing near the door which gave me a chance to look around the living room a bit. We continued to chat while she was finishing up.

It was a small apartment, probably a one bedroom. It wasn’t cluttered at all. Actually, it was almost under-decorated. She did have a picture on the wall with her and another woman who looked to be slightly younger than herself. I asked Christy who the girl was, and she replied that it was her daughter Emily. I about choked. Emily was younger of course, but they looked really, really similar except Emily had blond hair.

My first thought that it was Christy’s sister. I knew Christy had a daughter, but now I realized that she must have had Emily at a pretty young age. Christy came into the living room and caught me staring at the photo. Christy said “she’s pretty, isn’t she?” I’m thinking to myself, no, she’s hot, but of course I said yes, and very much so.

I asked her if Emily lived with her She said no, and that she lives in L.A. with some friends. “Is she going to school in L.A.?” I asked. Christy said no, not right now. Then I asked her what she does for work in L.A., knowing that’s it’s not the cheapest place to live, Keep in mind, Emily looked to be about twenty years old, so I was just surprised that she wasn’t living at home with Christy or with her Dad. (At this point, I never even had a chance to ask Christy about former boyfriends, husbands, that kind of thing.)

Christy seemed to be startled just a bit when I asked if Emily had a job in L.A. For a brief second she seemed to be searching for an answer, but finally said that Emily works for a marketing company near downtown. I didn’t think much of the calculated response at the time, but little did I know then that Christy was actually protecting her daughter and the identity of Emily’s real career.

Again, our time together was brief because we both had to work the next day, but at least we finally had a chance to have a real conversation. I could tell Christy was smart. She was a great listener, but didn’t really ask me a whole lot of questions.

One thing I started to notice though was that if I asked her a question about anything in her past, she would usually reply with a real short answer. Yet if it was about work, current events, movies, etc., she would totally elaborate with an answer. I just had the feeling that her past may have been a bit rough, and she just didn’t want to share it with me. Due to my failed marriage, I knew communication is really important, and if Christy and I were going to get more serious, she would eventually have to open up to me.

It was a wonderful date. As usual, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was wearing sexy high heels, and even though her black dress didn’t reveal any cleavage, I could defiantly tell she had a great set of tits. I even began to wonder if they were real or not. More importantly, would I get a chance to soon to find out?

Something strange did happen as we were walking out of the restaurant though. A guy about my age, looked at Christy startled like, as if he recognized her from somewhere. My first thought was that the he was just enamored by her great looks and outfit, but in a brief moment I could faintly hear and see him say “is that…?” before Christy and I walked by him.

I don’t think she even noticed him or his demeanor. It was the kind of look a famous actor or athlete might receive when they are recognized by a fan. Again, not knowing at the time, this was another clue into Christy’s life. Indeed the guy was a bit star struck, because Christy was once a star of a different type. My life was going to get really challenging and interesting at the same time.

I walked Christy up to her door. She turned around and said she had a nice time, leaned forward, and gave me a kiss. Progress indeed. She didn’t invite me in, but I was ok with not going inside. I was willing to take it slow as long as Christy was willing to move forward with our relationship.

This was great because I now knew that she physically attracted to me. It was kind of funny because she had to stand up on her tippy toes to kiss me. I told her that I think she’s a neat person and that I’d like to go out with her again. Quickly she asked about Saturday night and if I’d like to go hear a band that one of her coworkers played in. It was an obvious answer.

Saturday was coming quick. We talked on the phone just about every night that week. Not for a long time, maybe only ten minutes each time, but I could tell through her voice that she was excited about Saturday. I figured I was not only going to meet her coworker who played in the band, but maybe even some other coworkers too.

I didn’t tell her that I don’t like to dance, and that I’m also horrible at it, because if she wanted to dance I couldn’t disappoint her. Also, in a strange turn, she said she wanted to pick me up at my place and drive on Saturday. I was cool with it I guess. More importantly I needed to get in front of a mirror, play some music, and work on a dance move or two.

Sure enough right a seven o’clock she pulled into my driveway. Not only was she punctual, but she was driving a bright red corvette. After riding in my Kia, no wonder she wanted to drive. She didn’t comment about the Kia or anything, but I guess she wanted to ride in something a bit more flashy. I couldn’t blame her. This car looked like fun.

I walked out to her car, kind of laughing. She noticed, and started laughing too. She could tell I was a bit startled by the car. Christy had the passenger window down, and as I was looking inside, I could just tell she was dressed to kill. And I could smell her perfume. This night was going to rock.

Once I managed to get comfortable in the passenger seat, she backed up and we left for the bar. I think most of the way there I was staring at her because she was just such a knockout. Even on our dinner date Tuesday, along with the two lunch time meetings, Christy was dressed pretty conservatively. While on the way I was checking out her neckline hopping to get a glance of what has to be an awesome set of tits, but no such luck. Her dress did a too good of a job covering them up. Damn. Yet I just knew Christy was going to cut loose tonight. She was ready to have fun.

Even at forty eight, she was by far the best looking girl at the bar. Sure there were younger ones with great bodies, but Christy just composed herself with a sense of class and beauty. It was kind of like she knew she didn’t have to show of her cleavage because she knew what she had under her dress. I admired her for her sense of style, and after getting to know her coworkers a bit, I think they admired her for it too.

She didn’t come across as someone who tried to intimidate anyone, male or female. Anyone in that bar could tell that Christy was just incredible person inside and out. Now her car was a different matter. I’d learn later on about the car. It was a memento, even a trophy from her past.

The good new is I danced, didn’t make a fool of myself, and even liked it. I don’t think I impressed Christy with my dance moves, but I think she appreciated me being a good sport nonetheless. It helped that the band was good. It was turning out to be one of the best evenings ever, and it was all due to her. We danced, drank, talked, and just had the best time.

One of the best parts of the evening was when Christy was getting a bit tipsy, and in turn became more seductive. Just her eyes alone were hypnotic. This woman was so sexy, yet fun at the same time. It was an act, and she was having fun with me. Neither one of us ever got drunk, just loose.

Yet as the night wore on, a couple of things got my attention, and soon Christy was going to have to answer some questions with some real answers, with more than just a yes or a no. But until then, I would just continue to be floored by her.

Her coworkers all seemed to be really nice people, and very supportive of Christy. Maybe it’s because they sell insurance and that’s why they are all kind and outgoing. So the first thing I noticed that got my attention was when I was at the table with her boss, who might be in his seventies, watching Christy and two of her female coworker dancing together. (By the way, Harold, her boss appeared to be a great guy and really liked Christy) Sure it was a bit dark, but there was enough light on the dance floor for me to notice that Denise, Christy’s coworker, reach up with both hands and place them on Christy’s tits. I got hard in like two seconds.

I’ve seen girls do the fake lesbian thing before. Ann, my ex wife, used to get overly friendly with her girlfriends while dancing or drinking, and do the mock kiss thing, or an ass pat, but this was a full on tit grab. And it’s not like she just did it real quick and then pulled away. I bet her hands were on Christy’s tits for at least five to ten seconds. And during that whole time, never did Christy try to remove Denise’s hands, or stop smiling. I was in shock. I don’t think Harold saw a thing. I wanted to be Denise at that exact moment. Jealous I suspect. Who wouldn’t be?

I think I must be getting pretty good at reading lips, and reading people’s body language. Reason be is because the second thing that happened that night which made me do a double take was again when Christy was walking from the dance floor back to the table where I was standing, drinking my beer. She wasn’t two steps off the dance floor before a guy, about the same age as me, walks up to Christy to say something to her.

He was nicely dressed, and he in no way approached in an aggressive manor. I know when a girl is as good looking as Christy guys are going to try to hit on her. I would have dropped his ass if I felt he was going to touch or harm her in anyway, but he just looked like a normal guy. And like the guy on Tuesday at the restaurant, he looked star struck, like he just recognized someone famous.

She talked with him for a minute or two, yet suddenly he began to take his phone out of his pocket. He turned so they were both side by side, and brought the phone up as if to take a selfie with both of them in the picture. Immediately, she grabbed his arm, the one with the phone, pulled it down, and at the same time was shaking her head no. The guy looked dejected and shocked, but simply said “ok,” and began to walk away.

At this point I started to walk towards Christy. Right then, she turned around, and we made eye contact. I could tell by the look on her face that she was trying to read my reaction, which probably had a look of shock written on it. I wasn’t mad. I was just curious why a stranger in my estimation would want a selfie with Christy. Sure she’s hot, but judging by the look on the guys face, he knew her from somewhere. Work, old boyfriend, whatever! The thing is, this has happened more-or-less twice in five days. What is going on I’m asking myself?

After looking at me, I could see Christy’s face start to well up, and instead of walking towards me, she quickly ran off the other direction towards the bathroom. She was gone before I could say anything. Not knowing what to do, I just stood outside of the ladies room, waiting for her to exit. I didn’t try to talk to her through the door. At one point, I even thought about going inside, but there were other ladies going in and out. One thing I learned from being married is sometimes you just have to give a woman space and time.

After about ten minutes, Christy came out of the women’s room, and I could tell she had been crying. She saw me, came over and wrapped her arms around me. I just held her. I wanted her to lift her head so I could give her a kiss, but she never did. Obviously I knew she was upset, by why? What didn’t she want me to know or to see?

After a very long hug, she looked up and asked if we could leave. Of course I said yes. She managed to forge a smile, and say goodbye to her coworkers. They could tell she had been upset, but never once did they look at me with any distrust. They knew I had nothing to do with her being upset.

Needless to say, the car ride back to my place was very quite. No sex for me tonight I’m thinking to myself, laughing internally. Christy was staring ahead, laser like towards the road. Occasionally I could tell she would glance at me. Except for saying is there anything I can do to help, I never really spoke. I was concerned for her, but I thought it best if I just didn’t say anything.

I could tell she was doing a lot of thinking, and of course so was I. The whole way home I just kept my eyes focused on her. I thought this might be the last time I may ever see Christy, and I didn’t want to spoil a moment.

She dropped me off in front of my house without a goodnight kiss. As I was standing outside of her passenger window, she started to speak while bending over the passenger seat, looking up towards me. She said “Brian, I’m sorry about tonight. There’s some things I need to tell you about my past, but tonight isn’t the right time. I’ll call you later.”

To ease the moment, I said “there’s some things I need to tell you about me too.” And with that she smiled. That made me feel good.

I really didn’t know if I was ever going to hear from her again. My heart felt heavy. Though it’s only been less than a week, this was a girl that I think I could fall in love with. She pulled away as I was walking in my front door. I was running my mind ragged with questions. What happened in her past that she wants me to know? Is she scared? What was with the two star struck guys this week? Most importantly, when and will I ever hear from her again?

Christy proved again how amazing she is by calling me the next morning at 10a.m. I was shocked, but very, very happy. Again, she said there are some things she needed to get off her chest. She said the issues had absolutely nothing to do with me, and that I’ve been nothing but nice, kind, and a total gentleman to her. She asked if we could me at a park near my house around five that afternoon. Yes was the answer, and I told her that I’d bring some drinks and some snacks.

I was already underneath a shade tree, sitting at a picnic table, when Christy pulled up in that bright red Corvette. The car was an older Corvette, maybe a late 90’s, or early 2000’s model. I don’t know anything about Corvettes, but I knew it definitely wasn’t new model or even built within the last ten years for that matter. Yet the car was in pristine condition, just like Christy.

Christy walked up to the park bench. I stood up as she approached, walked over towards her, stretched out my arms, and gave her a big, long hug. God she felt good. I had her sit down across the picnic table opposite of me. Even though she wasn’t made up like the night before, she still looked great. A natural beauty. Yet this time, maybe because it was warm outside, she was wearing a V-neck shirt that showed off an ample amount of cleavage. Wow!

With that we started chatting. It came easy. She seemed to have let her guard down compared to the other the other times we met. After some small talk, it was time to get to the heart of the matter. I thought our talk would mostly be about past relationships, and also why she became so upset the night before. So to get the ball rolling, I started to open up to her first.

Actually, the first thing I asked Christy was why of all the guys on the dating site, and all of the guys that hit on her, why in the world would she be attracted to me? She started to giggle, and said because I came across as boring. I felt kind of insulted, but she reassured me, and said that she had dated wild guys through the years and none of them worked out, so why not try the opposite.

In a sarcastic way I said “thanks.” She went on to say my profile on the dating site seemed real, and that I wasn’t embellishing myself, or any of my accomplishments.

She said so many guys come across as fake on conceited. I just nodded my head in agreement. She knew a little about Ann. I just didn’t have enough time to tell earlier, nor was I sure that she was really interested in my past, since she never asked. But now that we were here at the park, opening up to each other, I wanted to tell her why Ann and I divorced years earlier.

Christy demonstrated again that she is an attentive and caring listener. I told Christy that Ann and I just drifted apart, started living separate lives until there wasn’t any love left. Also, I mentioned how Ann cheated on me with at least two other guys. I mentioned we had some bedroom problems too. Laughingly, I said you and Ann do have something in common though. “What’s that?” she asked. “You both perceive me as being boring.” I replied.

With that, Christy got up, came over to my side of the table, and gave me a hug. It was awesome. She said you certainly weren’t boring last night. And she mentioned that I’m a pretty good dancer.

Now I knew she was lying. We had a good laugh with her last comment. As she was getting ready to break the embrace, I leaned and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back for a few moments, then went back to her side of the table and sat down.

“Ok” I said. “What do you want to share with me?” “Oh boy, where to begin?” she replied. I’m like, “how about at the beginning?” She was defiantly nervous, a bit choked up. And she literally started at the beginning.

She said she was born in Florida, and had a great childhood with her brother and sister, but she said that her parents were over-the-top when it came to discipline and religion, As a result, both her brother Rick and her sister Tammy moved out as soon as they could. She found herself alone with her domineering parents, and she started hanging with the wrong crowd when she was around fourteen years old.

Yet she said what really turned her whole world upside-down was when her brother Rick died in a motorcycle wreck when he was twenty. She continued by saying that because Rick and Tammy were only a year apart, the two of them had been really close. Because of his death, Tammy just went nuts, getting involved with drugs, sex, and just about everything she wasn’t supposed to do.

I just nodded, trying to be a good listener and compassionate at the same time.

Christy continued by saying that her home situation had become impossible, so she moved in with her boyfriend at the time, along with about ten other teenagers to a house located next to a swamp. She said it was absolutely horrible. The house was deplorable, and there were a lot of drugs and sex going on.

She didn’t go into a whole lot of detail, but continued by saying she didn’t like drugs, and because she had just turned eighteen, and that her boyfriend was an abusive idiot, the sex definitely wasn’t a positive experience either.

Christy wasn’t sad or upset by telling me about herself, she just said it matter-of-factly I knew in my heart that she was a victim of her circumstances, and needed to do whatever at that time just to survive.

Of course, none of this explains about what happened last night. A lot of people have messed up childhoods. I still had a lot of questions, but before I interrupted, I wanted her continue her story with the hope that it I’d get my questions answered.

Christy look hard into my eyes and said “Brian, what I’m about to tell you is very hard for me. I’ve told a few others through the years knowing that they would be accepting, and I hope that you will be too. You need to know what I’m about to tell you, because if we are to continue together, what happened with the guy last night with the phone wanting a picture won’t be the last time. I hope that after I tell you what I need to say through, that you won’t think bad of me, or hate me.”

I was in shock. What could be so bad? There was no way I could hate her. As a matter of fact, even though it had only been a week, I was falling in love. I was about to ask a question, but I thought it best that she just continue without me interrupting her thoughts.

“Here’s the hard part” she began. “So I’m living in this crappy house, I’m broke, hungry, and nothing is going right at all. I’m in total survivor mode. One afternoon, the Dad of one of the guys stops by to check on his son. I didn’t know his son at all. It was kind of a transient house at this time.

So this Dad, Jerry is his name, comes over and starts talking to me. I was nervous at first thinking that he’s either a creep or a dick, but in a few minutes Jerry had calmed my nerves. He was nice to me, which so many other people in my life, including my parents and boyfriend, were not at the time. Jerry asked me a question that would soon change my whole life. You are going to think it’s stupid, but he asked me if I was hungry. I’ll get to it in a few minutes why that question changed my life.

Of course I nodded my head yes, and before I knew it, I was getting into Jerry’s car to go eat. Jerry was a lot older than me, therefore I was apprehensive, but I was starving. I asked him about his son and why he wasn’t coming with us. He said that at this time his son Will was just a lost cause. So sad. Jerry took me to a diner and I loaded up. It was the best food I had eaten in six months. After we ate, Jerry suggested that I come back to his house for a bit until I could figure out my next move.

The whole time Jerry is being so nice. Even though at the time I forgot about my stuff at the swamp house, but Jerry said don’t worry, I’ll buy you new clothes after we get back to my house. After a long drive and a lot of questions from Jerry, we finally arrived at his house. It was the nicest house I had ever been in before. Clean, big, and it even had a pool. It was like a mini resort.

Jerry showed me to a bedroom and said that I could take a shower, and put on a robe afterwards. While I was in the shower, he told me that he was going to take my clothes and put them in the washing machine.

It’s funny, but I never felt nervous around Jerry at all. He seemed like a genuine nice guy. I finished my shower, put on the robe with nothing underneath, and went out to the kitchen. Jerry was there, and I could hear the washing machine in the laundry room. He asked me if I would like a drink, and after saying yes, he handed me a margarita. In three hours my world had totally changed thanks to Jerry. We talked. He put my clothes in the dryer, and after taking some more, I finally got dressed in clean, warm clothes. It was absolutely wonderful.”

Now I’m thinking to myself while Christy is speaking that this Jerry guy is going to turn out to be a dirt bag, or his wife is going to come home pissed off and kick Christy out of the house. Christy continued on with her story.

So Jerry had kept his word. He took me to a department store, and for two hours I picked out clothes, shoes, undergarments, makeup, you name it. Jerry didn’t say no to anything. I bet I left with four sacks full of clothes. I couldn’t wait to get back to his house and look at all the clothes again. On the way home, he stopped for some takeout. Once we got back, we ate, and while we were eating, Jerry said that I could spend the night if I wanted to. I didn’t really have a choice.

I had nowhere else to go at that time, plus I had all these awesome clothes. After our late dinner, Jerry said if I wanted to go to sleep, that it’d be ok. He never did anything that made me nervous. A total gentleman. I fell asleep and wound up staying at Jerry’s for the next month.”

By now, I am totally consumed by Christy’s tale. She was smiling while telling me about Jerry and the clothes. I’m now thinking this is going to have a happy ending. I did ask her if there was a Mrs. Jerry, and Christy said no and even looked a bit puzzled that I even asked the question.

Christy started again and said “This might have been the best time of my life at this point. This house had everything, and Jerry was great. A grandpa type. He treated me as if I was almost like a granddaughter, even though his son and I were probably the same age. I spent the next few days lounging around the house, eating, and watching a lot of television with Jerry.

Jerry apparently had made a lot of money in the entertainment business, yet I wasn’t sure exactly what he did in the entertainment industry. At this point, I just thought he might be retired, even though he was only fifty years old. I will say he did look older than fifty. Bald, not real tall, and even had a beer gut.

It was early in my stay when it got real hot and Jerry asked if I wanted to use the pool. I did want to use the pool, but I didn’t have a suit, and of course Jerry would be seeing a lot more of me, literally. Jerry said no problem and showed me a closet with a bunch of drawers that were filled with swim suits. He said there would for sure be a couple that would fit me. So he left the closet, and I went through the whole pile until I found a few that looked like they would fit.

I tried them all on, and they all fitted just fine. The problem was that they were all bikinis, and I had never worn a bikini before. I put on what I thought was the best looking one, and while barefoot, I walked through the living room, right pass Jerry, and headed to the pool I was embarrassed to be seen almost naked, but Jerry never came across as some type of sex freak.

The water was wonderful. Jerry came out after awhile just to hang out on a lounge chair, and was no doubt enjoying the view. In time, it just didn’t bother me being dressed in a bikini, swimming, or walking around the house with Jerry looking on. I felt safe and secure with Jerry.”

Again she kept on talking. “Jerry had a lot of pictures on the walls of photos that he had taken through the years. Because I had full access to the house, I noticed Jerry had a studio set up in a large bedroom upstairs. It wasn’t until about a week after I arrived that we started talking about photography. He showed me a lot of photos, the studio, and the cameras. I was really intrigued.

He point-blank asked me if one day I would like to pose for him. I never thought of myself as the model type, but because it was getting kind of boring around the house, and as a favor to Jerry, I said yes. He told me to go put on my favorite outfit that he bought me, and afterwards come back upstairs to the studio and we’ll start shooting.”

In my mind I knew where this was going. But Christy looked as if she was enjoying telling me about Jerry. I’m thinking the guy is the dirty old man type, but I don’t think at this point Christy saw him that way at all. She said “modeling was a blast. I really enjoyed it. He would have me pose in different ways, take maybe about twenty shots, then have me change into my next outfit. Up and down the stairs I would go. He kept saying that I was a natural at modeling, and that the camera loved me.

I’m sure Jerry was liking me too!” She giggled. “Jerry kind of shocked me when he asked if I would like to pose in a bikini. At first I’m thinking no way, but since he had seen me a bunch of times before in the bikinis, I said why not.

Again I went down stairs, quickly put on a suit, and literally ran upstairs. By this time, I was excited. Jerry, acting very professional, had me pose in a multitude of ways. I followed each of his directions. Soon, I was headed back downstairs to try on another suit, then back up again. Yet this time, not only would Jerry shoot the camera, he would come over near me, and while using his hands, actually direct me in certain poses.

It was so much fun, He kept telling me how beautiful I was and that I had a real natural talent Soon enough, the session was over. He told me it was going to take a while to develop the film. He must have worked all night, but by the next day, I think he had about hundred photos for me to look at. I was impressed. The photographs were great, and I thought I looked great myself. Jerry made me feel so confident and beautiful. I was so happy.”

“After taking a long nap, Jerry woke up and asked if I would like to pose again. I said sure, but I said we went through just about all of my clothes and bikinis yesterday. He said let’s go shopping then. Now I’m excited. We’re finally leaving the house.

We drove not very far away to a building that didn’t even have a sign that I could see. Jerry pulled into a parking spot on the side of the building, and asked if I new where I was. I said no. Jerry smiled and said that it’s a lingerie store. He then asked if I wanted to go in to see if there was anything inside that I would be willing to model. I can’t believe to this day that I said yes.

We entered the store, and I have to imagine the girl behind the counter thought some grandpa just brought his in his granddaughter. Let’s just say there was more than just lingerie inside. It was more of a sex shop that happened to have some lingerie. I had never seen most of the items that were inside that store.

My head was spinning. Sure enough, Jerry led me to the lingerie area where I went through just about every item. I could tell just about everything they sold was going to be revealing. If Jerry is going to photograph me these garments, he was going to see a lot of me, if not all of me.

Slowly I picked out two items. Jerry said I could buy whatever I wanted. The first two were sexy, but not too revealing. I kept looking. After seeing myself in the photos wearing the bikinis earlier, I knew I would look great in everything that was here. Soon, I kind of forgot about Jerry or what he might see, and just started picking out anything that I thought was cute.

Like the department store, I soon had two bags worth of stuff. It was probably the best day the store had for who knows how long. They did have a dressing room, but once I found my size, I kept picking out items without even trying them on. Jerry didn’t say much the entire time.

I couldn’t help but to look around. Even though I had never seen most of the items that were in the store, I could quickly tell what just about every item was for. It wasn’t very hard to figure out. Jerry did suggest I buy a couple of pairs of high heels. It was the first time I had ever owned heals.”

“Once we got back home, I kind of figured that Jerry would want to start shooting, and to tell the truth, so was I. These outfits were so cool, and I wanted to see myself wearing them. We ate a bit of food, and then the next thing I know, we’re headed upstairs to the studio.

Jerry rearranged some of the chairs, and moved a couch over in front of the camera. I wasn’t sure exactly what he had in mind, but I would soon find out. I went back downstairs to shower and apply some makeup. Instead of changing clothes in my room and running up and down the stairs, I thought this time I would just change clothes in the bathroom next to the studio. At the top of the stairs, Jerry looked me over, examining my makeup and hair, and he said that I looked great.

With both bags, I went into the bathroom to pick out my first outfit. I grabbed the first item that I picked out in the store. I walked out of the bathroom wearing the outfit and high heels. Jerry smiled, and again said that I looked beautiful. He had me walk over to the front of the camera. The outfit was actually less revealing the the bikinis. Again I moved, smiled, and tried to look sexy, that kind of thing. He clicked away.

For the next two hours, I modeled away while Jerry clicked away. It was fun, and I was really enjoying myself. It wasn’t long into the shoot that the outfits were so sheer that they were showing all of me. He asked me to remove the top of a bra and panty set, and I complied. It didn’t bother me at all being nearly naked in front of Jerry or the camera.

Soon I was just changing outfits right by where the photos were being taken. Jerry had seen every part of me by this time anyways. He never made any weird comments. He just acted like a professional. I felt so comfortable around him.

We finally finished up. I put on my robe, cleaned up all the clothes, told Jerry goodnight and headed to bed. I knew he would work in the dark room all night to get the pictures developed, and sure enough he did.”

“The next day I woke up and spent the day in the pool. I didn’t have any problem posing nearly nude. It was fun, and I felt good about myself. Later in the day, Jerry woke up and said he wanted to show me the photos from last night. He had them displayed in the studio.

There were so many of them. I was looking closely at the pictures, examining them, while commenting to Jerry. He was doing the same thing. I loved them, and so did he. It was great to see him so happy. I asked him what he planned to do with the pictures. He said it was up to me, but said that he’d like to send several to his friend Bob in L.A. if it would be ok with me.

Jerry said that he and Bob had worked together in Florida, and that Bob had started a very successful production and modeling studio in L.A., doing all kinds of work for the entertainment industry. Jerry said he thought that I had the right look, and especially the right attitude to do modeling in L.A. I said yes because it sounded so exciting.”

“Jerry put a package together. He had me sign several release forms, and dropped the package off in the mail. Two nights later, Jerry gets a call from Bob saying that he loves the photos and thought I would be a perfect model for some projects that he’s working on. Bob said that he was going to send me a plane ticket and fly me out to L.A. in a couple of weeks. Until then, I was supposed to stay at Jerrys, work on my tan, and just relax until it was time to leave.

I was so excited. The next few weeks flew by. I hung out at the pool and just had a relaxing time.”

“A few days before I was supposed to fly to L.A., Jerry began to tell me what to expect when I got to L.A. He said L.A. is crazy and can be very dangerous. Yet as long I do whatever Bob ask me to do, I wouldn’t have anything to worry about. He said Bob is a great guy and lived in a spectacular house, and that I’d be staying at the house along with some other models that Bob was currently working with. The best part though is that I was going to get paid for my work. He was going to take care of me just like Jerry took care of me as long as I was pleasant and agreeable.”

“A few days later I was on my way, by myself, to L.A. I was a bit nervous, but not scared at all. I’d been on my own for awhile. I never told my parents that I was going to L.A., or about the month I spent with Jerry. I knew my parents loved me and were still suffering from Ricks death and Tammy’s tailspin. I talked to them a couple of times while I was at Jerrys, but I never told them my location or what I was up to, just saying I had met a great guy and that I was having fun.

Boy, was I ever. Before I left the airport in Florida, Jerry gave me a big hug, and quite a bit of spending cash for my trip. Except for helping me pose for pictures, that was the only time he ever touched me. He said if I wanted to come back to Florida, just to give him a call. He’d have my room waiting for me. I loved Jerry. Like you would a grandpa. He was so kind. But I never did go back except to visit.”

Christy asked me if I was getting bored with her story yet. “Heck no” I replied. She asked if I kind of knew what all this was leading up to. She was smiling the whole time. I didn’t want to say what I was really thinking, which was she’s going to L.A. to shoot a porn movie or something. I said “I’m thinking you are going to L.A. to be in Playboy or maybe a music videos?” She laughed at my answer and said “well, you’re kind of close, and I did kind of.”

Immediately her demeanor changed from happy to being serious, She said “Brian, I didn’t it know it at the time, but Jerry and Bob had me go to L.A. to start shooting for men’s magazines and adult movies. I was so naïve and young at the time. They never told me the whole story. I’m not mad at them at all. They were just trying to find young, pretty, and willing talent. The reason why that guy came up to me last night at the bar asking for a selfie was because he recognized me from a movie. Are you mad?”

Christy was waiting for an answer from me. I told her I wasn’t mad, not at all. But I’m sure she could see the shocked expression on my face. Even with her story, and with all the other things I had noticed over the last week, I was suddenly dumbfounded when she said the guy at the bar recognized her from of a movie.

I’m sure it was the same deal with the guy from the restaurant also, though I wasn’t sure if she saw him or not. I knew she probably had a lot more to tell me, but she was waiting for some kind of reply from me. And I had a lot of questions.

I told her I wasn’t exactly sure what I was thinking right now. I also told her from what I had heard and seen over the last week, and especially everything she had been telling me today, I said I think you are a beautiful person, and I’m glad you are being honest with me and telling me about your life. I don’t want to judge you, or the decisions you made made as a young girl. I’m still amazed you even agreed to go out with me in the first place.

Right then Christy walked over and gave me a tight hug, and this time she looked up and we kissed. I wanted her to know that I was here for her, and that I wasn’t going to leave and abandon her. After a bit we sat back in our seats and just smiled at each other. She is just so gorgeous. I could totally see why Jerry and Bob would be interested in her, and every guy for that matter.

Christy broke the silence by asking me if I wanted to see some pictures. I started to laugh, thinking, oh my god, is she going to be naked. I think she knew what I was thinking, and said “Don’t worry, it’s not those pictures!” She grabbed her phone and started scrolling through her album. Finally, she found the one she was looking for.

It was her when she was a lot younger in a bikini. Wow! It was a great photo. She was so young. She hadn’t changed much between than and now. God had been very kind to her in the looks department. Now I did notice that her boobs were a lot smaller in the photograph. There wasn’t a whole lot there. Seems I had my answer on whether or not they were real. I’m pretty sure they’re fake, but of course I didn’t say or ask anything.

I asked her if this was one of the pictures Jerry had taken in Florida, and Christy smiled and nodded her head yes. She grabbed her phone back, scrolled, then handed it back to me. It was a picture of an older guy, and I could tell that the picture itself was old. It was a picture of Jerry.

Again, she took her phone, swiped, then handed it back to me. This time it was a picture of her and Bob. It was kind of funny, but he looked kind of like Jerry. They both looked old for their age and overweight.

Also, I noticed Christy again was wearing a small bikini smiling, with her arm around Bob’s back, and with his arm around her neck. She looked happy. It too was an old photo. The picture looked as if it was taken inside of a house, and I could tell it looked to be a real nice place.

I asked Christy if the picture was taken inside of Bobs house, and she smiled and said yes. She said the house was spectacular, just like Jerry had said it was. She showed me a couple of other pictures. There was one with a lady named Jill and one of her best friend Lisa. She took her phone, but this time set it down beside her.

She looked up at me from across the picnic table, and said that there was more that she wanted to tell me. I suddenly realized I forgot about the cooler I had brought, and I asked her if she was hungry or wanted a drink.

Judging by her expression, I think she was impressed that I thought about bringing a cooler. I retrieved the cooler from my car, and headed back to the table. Weather wise it was a wonderful early fall day. At this point, it was still pretty warm, but I knew it’d be cooling of drastically when the sun went down. We both opened a beer, and started eating some cheese and crackers. While eating, Christy started in again about her past adventures. I sat at full attention, just wanting to hear the details.

She said “I flew into L.A.,, and Lisa was there at the airport to pick me up. It turns out that Lisa was a model herself, and stayed at Bobs house.” Christy continued by saying that “Lisa and I would become best friends, and eventually we would work together. (I’m thinking I have an idea what “work together” really means)

Lisa drove me to Bobs house, and yes, it was just an incredible house. It was huge and there was also a swimming pool. It was there that I met two other models that were staying at Bobs. All the girls were very pretty and young like me.” At this point, Christy started talking about Jill who was quite a bit older than the rest of the girls. She was maybe in her early forties at the time, yet very attractive judging by the picture.

“Jill was Bob’s business partner and acted as the mom of the house. Along with Lisa, Jill showed me to the room that’d I’d be sleeping in. I was going to share it with Lisa. Not only that, Lisa, and I were going to be sleeping in the same bed. I was fine with it. I shared a bed with my sister when I was much younger. It didn’t bother me. Lisa, along with the other girls was very nice.”

Christy continued by saying “I left my luggage in my room while Jill and Lisa showed me around the house. It was so big. The pool was awesome too. I knew I was going to like staying there. After awhile, we ate, and later on Bob came home and introduced himself. The rest of the girls were excited to see him. I followed him to his office upstairs along with Jill.