Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 3

... down to my member. When she turned back to face me she was still looking at the wall with a slightly irritable look on her face. "Because if I didn't you would've been all, 'I don't believe you,' or, 'ohmygod are you hurt, are you sure about this?'" Cammi responded. "What? And I don't sound like that." "Jord you only had sex with me last night because you flipped a coin. I was like begging you to fuck me. I came on super hard and everything...and you still hesitated 'cause I'm still a baby to you or something. Like I'm a soufflé or a butterfly wing and if you don't handle me with urgent care I'm going to break. I'm not a little girl, Jordan." Well, at least my theory about her wanting to seem more grown up was right. Oh Cammi, you really are adorable. And also, really clueless. "Okay," I said, "fair enough. But you're still clueless." "What?" Cammi asked sharply. "I mean, about sex stuff," I explained. "Even for someone who went through sex ed I'm pretty sure most girls your age know more about sex than you do." "Well if I asked the nurse more questions in sex ed everyone would've thought, 'why is she so interested in sex-'" "I don't mean from sex ed. I mean like...like you just learn things, you know? People talk about kinky stuff, hormones are going crazy so you look things up on the internet..." "My porn is playing on your computer, right now." "Oh yeah thanks for reminding me, this ..." I looked at the disaster still playing on my monitor like I just wanted my brain to ...

... check out. There were so many things wrong I didn't know where to begin. "...This...I don't know what this is, but it is not. Porn." "How is that not porn?" Cammi asked, totally incredulous. "It's..." Words could not describe my thoughts. "It's awful. " The so-called "porn" Cammi had the misfortune of watching was some extra-softcore made-for-TV piece of shit movie that by the looks of it was made in the early 90's. Maybe even the 80's. Whatever the case, it was definitely from before I was born. The blonde in the travesty of a sex scene that was currently playing had nice tits but getting turned on was impossible for me because her hair looked like a cross between a redneck mullet and a shag carpet. She was supposedly riding the guy whose greasy face was in the background but I couldn't tell for sure because the bottom of the shot stopped at just under the woman's belly button. For all I knew both actors were still wearing their underwear. For all I knew the woman was bouncing on a yoga ball and this was the most half-assed, pathetic pantomime of a sex scene known to mankind. And this scene had already been going on for almost three minutes. No cuts, no camera angle changes, no close ups to make sure that anything even remotely resembling fornication was actually taking place. They just planted a topless blonde woman who couldn't afford conditioner in front of a camera on a tripod and told her to moan while some sweaty fuck with a fake tan made boner-killing faces behind her. ...