Chapter 20: Jade

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Barely over a week remained until the start of the next semester, my sophomore year of college. I wasn’t ready. I still hadn’t decided what to do about the information Tom had given me about Dubois and Perez. I hadn’t even told anybody what I knew. Every time I thought about it, rage filled me. I hadn’t slept well because I kept dreaming about physically hurting them, and the violence woke me. I considered going to the University’s Vice President, but what if he didn’t side with me? What if I got kicked out of the university for violating my NDA? Who could I trust?

I sat in bed Saturday morning, contemplating my options and wanting to go back to sleep when a knock came at my door. I recognized the knock. I reached for my phone and texted Fanny.

Me: What do you want?

Fanny: I come in peace

Fanny: I’m soooooorrrrrrryyyyyy!

Fanny: I was a jerk and need to apologize!

I got out of bed and unlocked my apartment door. Fanny hugged me with actual tears in her eyes.

“I really am sorry,” she whispered.

I hugged her back. “It’s okay.”

“I was jealous. I don’t know why I’m so jealous of you with other women.”

I pulled away and gave her a stern look.

“Okay! I know why! I’ll try to rein it in. I promise! I just like you so much!”

I laughed at her but still couldn’t quell the worries in the back of my mind that I could not give Fanny everything she wanted.

Fanny held me by the shoulders and grinned into my face. “Now ... I need you to shower, dress, and come with me.”

“What? Why? Where are we going?”

“Denver. I’m meeting Kitt!”

“What?”

“Yes! So hurry! I got an email from Kitt yesterday inviting me to join him today for a shoot if I’m available. I didn’t think; I just wrote back OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES YES YES!”

“Of course you did.”

“My only condition was that Kitt lets you join me at the shoot.”

“What did he say?”

“He said you could join as an observer or as a participant! Please perform with me, Jade! Please!”

I laughed hysterically. There was no way in hell I would do that, but I wanted to see Kitt and catch up with him. We had not spoken since our breakup around Christmas.

“I’ll go. But my clothes are staying on. Are you showing your face on camera?”

Fanny nodded. “I thought it over. I think this is going to do wonders for my socials. Even if it’s just a one-off thing. You don’t have to show your face, you know.”

“You’re not covering your face on camera. If people see my body with yours, it won’t be hard for our friends to figure out my identity.”

“But you two can double penetrate me!” she exclaimed. “Think of how hot that would be! One in my ass, one in my pussy! Ooh! Or one in my mouth, one in my cunt. Or even—ugh! I don’t care. We can do both! We can try every combination!”

“I’m not going on camera with you, Fanny,” I said again, smiling with amusement at her enthusiasm. “It’s not happening.”

She seemed determined to somehow sway me during the drive to Denver. It was a beautiful eighty-degree day. Fanny had her shoes off, feet on the dashboard, the A/C blowing our hair, and we shared a bag of banana chips for the two-hour drive. Instead of letting her convince me to have sex on camera, I used the two hours of road time to catch her up on everything I’d learned about Dr. Perez, Dr. Dubois, and Tom.

Fanny reacted the way every best friend should and got appropriately incensed at all the right parts of my story. But retelling my tale also enraged me. The more I thought about what had happened, the more the injustice of it all sunk into my bones.

“What are you going to do about it?” Fanny finally asked.

That was the big question to which I still had no answer. And until I did find a solution, nothing was going to change.

“Do you think if I ask extra nicely, I can get a one-month delay on the start of our next semester?” Fanny asked. “Maybe if I flash my tits at whoever’s in charge of the academic calendar? Have you seen our schedule? Organic Chemistry, Calculus, Molecular Biology, English Comp, and Fitness. Calculus? Just shoot me now.”

“Seriously,” I said. “It seems like we just finished finals a few days ago. But on the flip side, everybody is coming back into town soon. All the guys will be back.”

“Yeah...” Fanny mused. “Is it weird that I’m not that excited? I mean, you have a cock. That’s all the dick I need. Sex with you is so much better than with any of them.”

“Right, but you can’t always count on me.”

“I know, but I could if you’d be my roommate.”

“Fanny...” I warned. “You know how I feel about that.”

“It wouldn’t even have to be a monogamous roommate situation. I’m serious! I could totally jill myself while you fuck other people. We’d save money on rent and utilities. We would both feel safer. There are so many reasons to do it!”

I sighed softly enough that Fanny wouldn’t hear me. This wasn’t the first or even the fifth time my best friend had brought up the idea of rooming together for our sophomore year. She wanted to get a two-bedroom apartment near campus and split the costs and become soulmates, but she also wanted 24-7 access to my cock.

“I know,” I agreed, “but I’ll tell you the same thing I told Hannah. Having a roommate is not what I want. I want to learn to live independently and by my own person.”

The car went quiet for a moment. After about ten seconds, I realized what I’d said.

“Hannah suggested you to move in with her?” Fanny asked in a voice barely above a whisper. “When did she ask you that?”

“Um...” I didn’t have to think about it, but I wasn’t in a hurry to answer. “Maybe this week?”

“She wanted you to move in with her into her mansion?”

That was pretty much it, yes. After drunk-Tom spilled his guts for me, Hannah and I went back to my little living pad and had an intense make-out session when she stopped, broke our lip lock, and asked if I liked living in my studio apartment.

“Yeah, I do,” I told her.

“Because if you want, you can move into my place. Rent free. I mean, you know how much space I have in my suite. You could be my roommate or have your own room.”

“And your parents would be okay with that?”

She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t they be? We have a ton of space. My mom would love you, and my dad is barely ever around during the school months.”

Hannah’s father was a world-renowned spine surgeon who flew all over the globe doing conferences and performing high-profile surgeries on wealthy, injured people.

“I don’t know, Hannah,” I said. “Your house is amazing, but I don’t think it’s right for me. I enjoy being on my own and learning to care for myself.”

Hannah nodded, then kissed me. “I respect that. The offer stands unless I say otherwise, though. Kay?”

I nodded back and kissed her in return. Electricity passed between our lips, and the glint in her eyes told me she felt every volt of it.

“What is this between us?” Hannah whispered. “Why do I feel so good around you?”

I shrugged. “No idea, but I love it.”

“Yeah.” Hannah’s face split into a smile, her eyes locked on mine. “I love it, too. So much.”

Although the invitation had taken me off guard, I’d been sincerely flattered and interested. Our make-out session had quickly transformed into a lovemaking session, and she slept over afterward.

I didn’t share these details with Fanny. I didn’t need more drama. Fanny folded her arms and stared out the window.

“Hannah’s got everything. She’s beautiful, rich, smart, and you two seem to have some connection you and I don’t.”

“That’s not true, Fanny,” I countered. “You and I have spent way more time together than she and I. She doesn’t even know about my ... you know. My secret. You’re the only person in the world who knows about it.”

“So I’m like your cock girlfriend, and Hannah is your vagina girlfriend?” Fanny asked. “Is that how it is for you?”

“No,” I said, though part of what she said did ring true and mirrored my thoughts. “I’m not girlfriends with anybody. I’m fucking you. I’m fucking Hannah. I could fuck Kitt tonight if I wanted to. I could fuck anybody and feel totally okay about it. That’s why our study group works so well. We all just fuck each other, and it’s fine.”

“I know, but the thing with Hannah—”

“You said you weren’t going to be jealous,” I reminded her.

“I’m not!” she protested.

I took my eyes off the road to give her my best skeptical look, under which she promptly wilted.

“Fine. I’m a little jealous, but I’m working on it. And I’m excited to fool around with our old study group, too!”

“But...” I pressed.

Fanny sighed and rubbed her forehead. “But?”

“There’s a but, Fanny. I can tell.”

She stared out the window and watched grassy foothills pass us by. “But I would give all that up to be your girlfriend.”

There it was. Nothing had changed. Fanny still wanted more than I could give.

“I appreciate that you feel the way you do,” I said. “And maybe someday I will want the same thing. For now, I’m happy just to be what we are. And I am grateful when you aren’t pressuring me to give you more than I can.” I said my last sentence pointedly so she would know I needed her to continue to avoid putting pressure on me.

We left the subject alone. Fanny talked about her parents and asked about mine. I told her about how my mom and dad were going through a rough patch ever since my mom suspected my dad of cheating on her. That subject occupied the bulk of the rest of our trip.

When I reached the address Kitt had given Fanny, she shook out all her nervous energy and blew a raspberry. The address was a modern two-story house in a nice neighborhood. My guess was we had arrived at an Airbnb or some other kind of rental. Three other cars were in the roundabout; one I recognized as belonging to Kitt, and one was a white Mercedes Benz S Class with a license plate reading TMPTRSS. The third was a lime green Camaro with a large magnet on the side reading “KIMBOT VIDEO PRODUCTIONS.”

I parked behind the Camaro and got out. Fanny did another nervous energy shake, giggling as she did so.

“I’m freaking out!”

“You’re freaking out?” I asked. “I’m about to watch you fuck my ex-boyfriend, who I haven’t seen in months. Shouldn’t I be the one freaking out?”

I rang the doorbell. Fanny and I looked at each other as we waited and burst out laughing. The door was answered by a pretty Asian girl with an athletic body and long dark hair.

“You’re London!” Fanny exclaimed. “Ohmigod! I’ve seen all of your videos with Kitt.”

London blushed as she smiled. “Hello. You must be Fanny. And it’s nice to see you again, Jade. We met at a bar while you were dating Kitt. Last fall?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, “Hi!”

“Come on in. We’ve only just gotten here. We are setting up for the shoots.”

“Can we help?” Fanny asked as we walked in.

“Do you know anything about lighting or cameras?” London asked.

“Nope,” came Fanny’s answer.

“Yeah. Me neither.”

We all laughed as London showed us around the house. We learned it was Kitt and Delilah’s second time using the location for shoots. London pointed out the areas they had used in the past for scenery and which rooms they would be using today and tomorrow. Fanny was shooting two scenes today: a scene with just her and Kitt and a foursome scene with Kitt, London, and Delilah. Tomorrow, Kitt would film two more scenes: one with Delilah and one with London and Fanny. How he would manage to pump out any cum by that fourth scene was beyond my grasp. Fanny and I would stay the night in the house and drive home the next day.

London introduced us to Delilah, who was in a bedroom applying makeup. Fanny had shown me pictures of her, but she was even more gorgeous in person. Though not quite as athletic in build as London, Delilah had perfect breasts, hips, and a beautiful face.

Kitt’s business partner seemed more interested in getting to know me than Fanny, which I found odd. She peppered me with questions about my studies, my relationship with Kitt, and my current employment. Fanny was almost an afterthought in the conversation. Then London took us to the areas where the shoots were happening: the kitchen for Fanny and Kitt, and the master bedroom for the foursome. We met Kimmy in the kitchen.

Kimmy was also pretty, but in a porcelain doll kind of way, with her long, straight brown hair and big green eyes. She reminded me of a cartoon princess come to life.

“Does she look familiar to you?” Fanny hissed in my ear.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I was just thinking she looks like a Disney character.”

“No, that’s not it. Somewhere else. I think she may have been a famous child actress.”

“So ask her.”

Fanny did not ask her. Instead, she focused on learning what Kimmy had to teach her about performing in a porn shoot. Kimmy reiterated several times that shooting a sex scene was not much like actually having sex. Fanny would have to do things that felt unnatural and have sex in certain positions to enhance the view of the camera’s angle on various parts of the body. Fanny, somewhat a connoisseur of porn, understood and said she’d do whatever Kimmy suggested.

Kimmy’s first suggestion was to get Fanny into makeup and costume. London helped with this part. I knew nothing about doing makeup for porn. Fanny had bought an expensive makeup kit when she began doing TikTok videos, and she brought that with her. London showed me how to help Fanny cover up any flaws on her body so her first shots would look perfect. Fortunately, I was already intimate with Fanny’s naked body; otherwise, the experience might have been a little awkward. Then Kimmy shone a bright light on Fanny’s skin to check for obvious blemishes.

I left the room so Fanny could finish doing her face and walked straight into Kitt. It was not the Kitt I remembered. He was like SuperKitt. I cursed as I bumped into him. He immediately apologized and then recognized me.

“Jade!” He pulled me into a hug. His arms were like twin boa constrictors, and his chest was a tank. He was way taller than I remembered, too. If it hadn’t been for his face and his voice, I would have sworn this was a different person. “How are you?”

I removed myself from his enwrapping embrace and stared up at him. Yeah, he was definitely taller. At 5’0, most people were taller than me, and when we’d dated, the top of my head just about came up to his chin. Now, my face was against his sternum.

“I’m fine,” I finally answered. “What happened to you? You’re like ... super-sized.”

Kitt chuckled. His voice and laughter were just a tad deeper than before. Was he on steroids? Steroids didn’t make people taller. But he was thicker everywhere.

“I had a growth spurt.” He said this without meeting my gaze. “It was quite a surprise, given my age. My doctor said it’s rare.”

“I’ll bet...” I said. “But you look good—very handsome. But you were before, too.”

“Thanks, Jade,” he said. “It’s great to see you. Sometimes, I look back on our relationship and wish I’d behaved better. I should have been more understanding. Maybe if you hadn’t been my first girlfriend, I would have been a better boyfriend.”

I squeezed his arm and smiled. “You were a good boyfriend, Kitt. I was the problem. I wasn’t ready to settle down. I’m still not.”

He nodded. “Well, still ... seeing you is—is great.” He smacked his head. “Wow. I can’t talk. What I meant to say is you’re prettier than ever. And that’s saying something because you were beautiful when we were dating, too.”

I blushed and looked away. “Okay.”

“Is this going to be awkward for you?” Kitt asked as he steered me down the hall toward the location of the first shoot. “I mean, you introduced me to Fanny, and it seems like the two of you are more than friends.”

“We are friends with benefits,” I explained. “Nothing more. I’m interested in seeing how this goes. I’ve never been a porn consumer, so seeing it produced will be educational. I know you were always a big fan, weren’t you?”

It was Kitt’s turn to blush. “I guess so. Now, I study it more than ever. It’s weird. I used to use it to masturbate. But I haven’t masturbated more than about three times in the last several weeks.”

I stopped and fixed him with a look. “What makes you think I want to know that?”

Kitt laughed loudly. “True. I guess it’s easy to fall into old habits around you. Talking about sex was never hard when we were together.”

I scanned him up and down with my eyes. “No. It wasn’t. Which leads me to my next question: what happened to your dick?”

Kitt’s expression told me he knew exactly what I was going to ask.

“Fanny showed me your porn shoots. Your penis is huge. And to be honest, you were sort of an average guy in that department when we were together. Not that I was complaining! I liked your dick the way it was. I got a lot of pleasure from it.”

Kitt blushed even more at my compliment.

“What happened? A surgery or something?”

Kitt shook his head. “Nope. No surgery.” He stopped walking. “I can’t get into all the details, but I can make it grow and shrink. I twist the tip one way, and it gets bigger. I twist the other way, and it shrinks. I can go from micropenis to monster schlong in about a minute.”

“How is that possible?” I asked, but I already knew how it might be possible. What other solution was there? Marcy had been visited by a demon and had been gifted the ability to grow a cock. I had been visited by either an angel or a demon, but I still wasn’t sure. Regardless, I was now able to copy Marcy’s ability. Sometime in between these two events, Kitt had experienced a “growth spurt” and could change the size of his cock at will.

A coincidence? I didn’t think so.

I remembered well how often Kitt had complained or apologized during or after sex for not having a larger cock, not having porn star stamina, or popping average cum loads. None of those things mattered to me, yet nothing I said could assuage him. He simply hadn’t been able to get past his perceived shortcomings.

“Were you—” I stopped, looked around to ensure nobody was within earshot of us, and continued. “Were you visited by a supernatural being?”

Kitt paled a little. His answer was hushed. “You know Lilly?”

“Lilly? No. I don’t know anyone named Lilly. But Marcy cheated on me with a woman who claimed to be an angel. That same night, I met a guy named Nicholas, who claimed to be an angel but said Marcy’s angel was actually a demon.”

“Wait, what?”

“Just a sec. It gets more complicated. Less than a month ago, I met another being named Michael. He claimed to be an angel, too, but said Nicholas, the first being that I met, was also a demon who’d been playing me all along.”

“What the hell?” Kitt breathed.

“Exactly! So now I don’t know who to believe, but I’m pretty sure I’ve met at least one demon and one angel.”

“Angels and demons...” Kitt repeated. “Huh. I don’t know anything about that.”

“You met a supernatural being named Lilly?” I asked. “And you don’t know if she’s an angel or a demon? Does that concern you at all?”