It seemed as if porn had become a constant in my life ever since Max Levin had made an appearance.
“On my laptop?”
“It was sitting right here.” Sadie waved me off and continued to stare at the screen with equal parts fascination and desire.
“We’re checking out the competition.” Grace motioned for me to approach. “Evs, get your butt over here.”
“Oh, I…can’t…I have to—”
“Sit your ass down here and watch porn.” Grace had a great mother voice. Sometimes when she spoke I got chills because she reminded me of my mother—all stern looks and determination to get her way.
So I did. I walked through the doorway into the living room, which hadn’t been redecorated since my gram had bought the house in the 1980s. The carpet was pale green and it matched walls of the same color. Two armchairs faced a coffee table and a floral couch that had been wrapped in plastic until I convinced Gram to remove it.
“The male actors are hot,” Sadie said. Her red hair was pulled on top of her head with a black hair tie.
This was how I preferred my roommates. When they were themselves. Fun, fearless, confident women who were sweethearts to the core. Well, maybe not Sadie. She had a mean streak and I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.
“Way hot,” Grace agreed. “Did you know that porn sites are statistically more safe for your computer than other sites.”
I giggled. “And where did you hear that?”
She scrunched up her face, trying to remember. “I think I saw it on W5.”
A female escort who was pursuing a master’s degree in business and watched W5—a Canadian current affairs show—in her spare time. Grace was breaking all the stereotypes.
I wasn’t in any position to judge their chosen career paths. At least they were pursuing something they wanted. It was their life choice. The more I studied and the more I fought for a place in law school, the more unhappy I became. I chalked it up to stress. It would all be worth it in the end.
I focused in on the screen and my eyes grew wide. A very attractive gentleman thrust his regular-sized penis into a woman. They were both young, early twenties, both hot. Their bodies were flushed. Their mouths swollen from kissing, or sucking and licking, whatever had been the appetizer I’d missed.
Was it weird to watch porn with your friends?
Yes.
I took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the arousal that threatened to tip over the edge and rat me out. Grace and Sadie watched as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
I cleared my throat. “Doesn’t this…” I squirmed and squeezed my thighs together. “Doesn’t this turn you on?”
“Sure as hell does,” Grace said. “This dude is hot.”
I nodded. “Hottest porn star I’ve ever seen.”
Which wasn’t saying much since I hadn’t seen very many.
The hottest porn star who ever lived continued to thrust, but as I watched him, I realized…
“His penis isn’t that big.”
Weren’t porn stars supposed to have huge breasts and big penises?
Sadie stopped the video and clicked the browser back a few times. She played a new video and skipped to the middle, getting right into the action.
“Holy shit!” That was not normal. That was an arm, not a penis. I turned my head sideways. How was this girl shoving that thing in her mouth?
“There’s your big penis.” Grace laughed.
“I guess they come in all shapes and sizes.” I shrugged.
“When it comes to White Lace, they do. They have serials for every fetish. Cougars. Co-eds. BSDM. DILFs. Babysitters.” She turned her head back to the screen. “But this…” She pointed. “…is the Gag Whores series. It’s surprisingly hot.”