After dinner, Jamie insisted we go to Twisted Rentals to get a movie. I had had a big plate of spaghetti and was stuffed. I just wanted to chill and watch TV; I was not in the mood for fooling around. But Jamie was insistent so I finally agreed and put on my shoes and sifted through my purse for our membership card.

“Thanks Honey,” Jamie said. “I really have an urge.”

Jamie’s little boy routine always worked with me. Even though he was tall and muscular, his little boy grin never failed to make me cooperate --- in more ways than one. We had met last year at Dockside’s Halloween party. He came dressed as Harry Potter and I was a hooker. Now every time we saw our group at an outing it was the same old line:

“Look! It’s the wizard and the wench.”

I thought it was dorky, but all our friends seemed genuinely happy that we had become a couple.

I loved Jamie. We decided to move in together right after Christmas so we could spend New Year’s in a space officially deemed ours.

He had a big house in Wilmington’s historic district, so it only made sense for me to lose my tiny apartment and move in with him. One evening, before Jamie got home I was looking through his DVD collection and found a big box on the bottom shelf of his media cabinet. It was filled with porn movies. I wondered why he’d never told me he liked stuff like that. It wasn’t as if I was a prude.

That night, I fixed lemon chicken, Jamie’s favorite meal. When he got home, we had a candlelight dinner and wine. Afterwards, we lay on the sofa together. I began kissing him passionately and put my hand between his legs.

“I found something very interesting today,” I said and reached over to get the remote.

A hot scene from his porn collection filled the room. Jamie gasped, but I could tell he was pleased.

The woman in the movie started dramatically licking and sucking the dark man’s dick while the other man, the one who looked like a skinhead bouncer at a club, took her from behind. I was surprised how much it turned me on. I had never watched hardcore porn.

“Guess your little secret is out, Sweetheart,” I said and clutched his erect penis in my hand with more pressure than I had ever used. “Is there room for more than one in your club?”

Jamie moaned and got on top of me. The bulge in his pants felt like a big rock.



“Claire, I didn’t know you liked porn,” he said squeezing my breasts.

“I didn’t either Baby,” I said, licking my lips and unzipping his jeans. “I can’t wait to get my lips around your beautiful cock.”

That night we had the hottest sex we’d ever had and it went on for hours. It was a breakthrough for us. Jamie disclosed a secret he had been tentative about revealing and to his delight and my surprise, I had been receptive. The next week we went to Twisted Rentals together to add me to Jamie’s membership plan.

All these months later, almost a year, we were still having great sex and it usually began by watching a hot sex scene starring Jenna Williams. She was Jamie’s muse, his sexual goddess. I thought she was beautiful too, mostly because her breasts were real, unlike many of the stars with inflated looking boob balloons that looked like they could easily pop. Jamie liked her because she was the queen of threesomes – the gold standard for taking on two guys at a time and because she performed blowjobs in public in most of her movies – this turned Jamie on more than anything.

I grabbed the car keys and we were about to head out when Jamie stopped me.

“Let’s take the pick-up,” he said. “I forgot to put gas in the beemer and it’s almost on empty.”

I said okay, not thinking anything of it and climbed into the big cab of the Silverado. I never drove it and was always amazed by its spaciousness. We put on our seatbelts and headed down 3rd Street toward Twisted Rentals.

When we arrived, I saw the posters wallpapered on the storefront proclaiming Inside Track as Jenna Williams’s hottest flick yet.

“So, that was it,” I thought realizing why Jamie had been so insistent, but I didn’t say anything. He knew I knew. He gave me a sheepish grin when we got out of the truck. I held his hand and kissed him on the cheek. I was getting excited myself.

“Let’s see what all the buzz is about,” I said. “Let’s get the scoop on Inside Track.”

The plot was ridiculous, but as I had learned, good plots were not necessary for good porn – there was no use being a snob about it. Jamie and I found the DVD, it looked like they had about five hundred copies. We read the synopsis, laughing at how absurd it was. Besides Jenna’s many other talents, she was also a good luck charm for racecar drivers. The liner notes read:

‘Speedway legends reveal their secret weapon and it’s not under the hood. Find out what really makes them put the pedal to the metal!!!”

There was a photograph of Jenna surrounded by a dozen bulging six-packed men in racing suits and baseball hats.

We paid for the movie and got in the truck. We were both in such a good mood now. I was glad Jamie had been so persistent.

“Wanna lay odds on what the secret weapon is?” Jamie asked.

“I know what it is.” I said.

“Claire, you didn’t even know about this movie. How could you know?” he replied.

“Let’s go home the long way around,” I said. “Take I-29. There aren’t ever any cops over there.”

“Don’t you want to get home and watch the movie?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, but it’s just a little detour. Humor me,” I said.

Jamie did a u-ey and headed for 29.

There was hardly any traffic. I was glad. I released myself from the seatbelt and slid close enough so I could put my hand on Jamie’s cock. I rubbed him lightly with delicate strokes and like a snake at my command, he started to get hard and bulge in his levis.

“I think your cock wants to come out, Sweetheart,” I said.

Jamie sighed and sped up enough to pass the transfer truck that had been beside us.

“It does, Claire. Please take my cock,” he said.

“I will, Baby,” I said. “I will when I think you’re ready. You’re not there yet. Pay attention to your driving and keep both your hands on the wheel.”

His cock was so hard now; it felt like a massive wad beneath my hand. I kept rubbing him and gently pressing his swollen balls.

“How fast are you going?” I asked.

“75,” he said.

“We’re going to push that up,” I said. “You want me to show you Jenna’s secret weapon?”

“Fuck, yes,” he said. “Show me Baby.”

“Spread your legs a little,” I said, “and don’t forget to keep your hands gripped on the steering wheel. Just move your left leg over. You’re not going to need the brake. I need to be able to get all of you in my mouth. I’m so hungry. I want all the meat you have.”

Jamie was delirious. I unzipped his jeans and slowly took his cock out. I was glad he didn’t have on any underwear. He was fully erect. The head of his penis glistened with pre-cum. I jacked him slowly while I talked.

“I want a milkshake,” I said. “You gonna give me what I want, Baby?” I was now jacking him hard.

“Keep your hands where they are,” I said and leaned down to put his cock in my mouth.

“I’ll get it myself,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth Baby. I’m gonna blow you so hard.”

His dick tasted sweet and salty. I loved sucking him. I could tell he was about to pop, so I let up.

“On second thought,” I said, “I think I’m in the mood for a lollipop. I’ll have a milkshake later. I love to eat your pussy fucker.”

I licked his nine-inch dong paying special attention to his cock head and rim. I slurped his bulging shaft with long luscious licks. I could tell the Silverado had increased in speed. With my head between Jamie’s legs, it felt like we were cruising in a jet. Using my right hand I dug at his balls and put them both in my mouth and gummed and sucked them like oversized jawbreakers.

“Oh, fuck,” said Jamie. “Holy shit. Suck my cock. I want to fuck your mouth.”

I took his long hot hard cock fully into my mouth and started to go up and down on him but I did it slowly until he begged me over and over to speed up.

“Faster, Baby,” he said. “Go faster.”

I stopped completely.

“I’ll go faster,” I said, “when you go faster.”

Jamie put the accelerator to the floor and the truck heaved forward.

I put his cock in my mouth and continued my slow sweet torture.

“Fuck,” said Jamie. “Please, please.”

I started to suck him harder. Again, he sped up. This continued for a few minutes and then I started sucking and licking him with a fury – going up and down on his long thick poker like the pistons in the engine. The faster he drove, the faster I went. When I came up on his cock, I kept my lips locked at the head, so he wouldn’t pop out of my mouth and I sucked hard coming back down.

We topped a hundred and ten when Jamie spewed his cum down my throat. I licked him clean and gently sucked his cock as he slowed down and veered the Silverado onto exit 22. I tucked his dick back into his jeans and zipped him up.

“That’s how she does it,” I said triumphantly.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jamie said, recovering, “I think you’re right. That was fucking amazing. Let’s go get another movie.”

We laughed.

“C’mon Claire,” he said. “You can drive.”