A Different Kind of Love (Part Two) - Sex Stories

A Different Kind of Love (Part Two)

... Xavier’s lips. He kisses me and slowly lets me down, his hands running down my body. The phone rings. “Hello,” I say, still gasping for breath. “Is this a good time?” Barns’ voice comes from the other end. Shit. “Um,” I raise a finger to my lips to tell Xavier not to speak. “Yeah, everything is fine. What’s up?” “I turned in the video and everybody loved it. The buyer who offered the most said he would pay to have it redone, and still offer the same price. He had a few things he wanted changed though.” My mouth drops open. “Um,” I don’t know what to say. “I already talked to Xavier, he agreed to do it,” Barns’ sounds excited. “Of course he did,” I reply. “Yeah, we can redo it I guess.” “Great, can you come in tomorrow?” Barns says it more of as a statement then a question. “Tomorrow,” I reply. **** “Out,” I tell Xavier, pointing to the door. “When the fuck were you going to tell me we had to redo the scene?” I scream. “I was working on it,” Xavier replies. “Right,” I say. “Was that going to be before or after you used me for sex.” Xavier doesn’t move. “You kissed me,” Xavier says. “I came to talk.” “Bull-fucking-shit,” I say. “They loved our chemistry, they wanted to make the tape longer,” Xavier shrugs. I roll my eyes. “I don’t think you get it,” I say. “I can’t do the tape with you, not again.” “Why not?” Xavier’s face falls. I say nothing. “You have to tell me Emily,” he whispers, his body close to mine again. “Otherwise I’ll never understand.” “I can’t get attached,” I ...

... whisper. “If I do another film with you, I will get attached and I can’t do that. I’ve been here before.” “Think of it as a job,” Xavier says. “Just like you always do.” “I can’t do that,” I yell. “Not with you.” “I’m sorry,” Xavier says. “I shouldn’t have come. It would have made this easier.” “Why did you come,” I ask. “I had to know if you felt the same way I did. I wanted to know whether or not last time I saw you left you hanging too. I wanted to know if it was as good for you as it was for me.” Xavier’s eyes immediately drop to the floor. Neither of us says a word for a long time. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Xavier whispers as he walks out the door. ***** “We need to talk,” Xavier slips noiselessly into my room. I turn around, my silk robe covering nothing. The lingerie they put me in accentuates all of my curves and my natural skin tone. Xavier is left breathless. “I don’t think right now is the time,” I whisper as I head to the couch. Xavier sits down next to me. “I know you don’t want to do this,” Xavier says, his lips parted, but barely moving. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say, my eyes searching his. “I can’t get attached.” “You won’t,” Xavier says. “If you still feel attached after the film, we’ll go back to your place and I will make sure you no longer feel attached.” I inhale sharply. “I’ve seen your other films Emily,” Xavier looks away. “I know how to fake not caring.” Xavier doesn’t say anything more and we sit in silence for what seems like ages. Mr. ...