Chapter 9: Bridget

MEL

My wife looked at the photograph of Bridget on my phone that I took at lunch. “Wow, what a knock out. I can see why she got your attention. She’s as pretty as Cindy and just as sexy – sexier even, with the red hair and the attention to her make-up. She does look a little more, I don’t know, polished, it appears.”

Dave had told me about Bridget. He took his phone back, and called up another app or something with his flying fingers.

He passed the phone back to me. I studied the screen. Porn. PORN! Porn with Bridget getting royally fucked by a handsome dude with a large prick. Very professional video. Multiple cameras. Good editing.

“She does porn?” I asked Dave, with my eyes glued to the cellphone screen.

“Yes, occasionally. She’s relatively new to the field I learned, but likes the money and needs it to defray part of her education costs. She told me she does like the work; it’s easy money, and she loves the sex. She’s had nothing but a good experience with the videos she’s done. That said, she’s hoping that an affiliation with our Sex Club would provide her some more meaningful and loving relationships.”

I was thoughtful. I asked Dave, “Tell me more about her – what she didn’t say. More about your observations about her.”

He started slowly. “She is well spoken and has a good vocabulary; Irish accent is slight and a delight. Her looks are impeccable and right out of a major magazine. She has done some fashion work but liked the porn better because of the money. She is sexy and kind of oozes sex appeal, even without trying. She had a very pleasant disposition and seemed very tolerant of everyone around her or that she worked with. She definitely cares about people, and she likes children. She went out of her way to thank the waitress for our meal and the service.

“She did blush at first when she asked about joining our group, and also when she first told me about her burgeoning porn career. That’s not what she wants to do in the long term, she thought.

“She is smart and it shows in many ways. She’s taking an overload of courses and wants to graduate a semester or two earlier than normal in part of the STEM program. She even displayed great curiosity with what I did for work, and it didn’t seem fake or forced. She’s maybe even brilliant

“I got the impression that she was intensely honest and trustworthy. She also rushed to help an elderly man leaving the restaurant in a walker that needed the door held for him. He was behind me otherwise I would have done the same. She’s compassionate, likes dogs, and is modest about her good looks. I’m not sure what else to say. I liked her.”

I asked, “What’d she say about the safe sex?”

“She gets tested before and after making a video, and she does a video about once a month – sometimes two films close together. She says that the actors she’s with also have to show up with a clean and recent STD test. I thought she was near eighteen, like Cindy, but she’s twenty; said she was sick for long time as a kid and lost a lot of school time, so she got held back a full year.”

“What if she gets discovered while at the university?”

Dave laughed, “I asked her that and all she did was shrug dismissively, like such an occurrence would be no big deal. She mentioned that situation years ago with a girl at Duke University – Belle Knox.”

I re-started the porn video on my husband’s iPhone once again and watched. “You’d like that pussy, wouldn’t you?”

Dave shrugged, “Of course. Now that we’ve expanded our sexual circle, I’d love to sample that now and then. She’s cute and personable. Variety is good, you know.”

“Why don’t we let everyone decide on Saturday. I’ll invite her to our morning coffee club and we can interview and inform her more from a female perspective, decide on how extensive the invitation should be, and so on. Is that alright with you?”

I nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

Bridget wore upscale casual clothes for our coffee gathering. Cindy played hostess for her and introduced Bridget to Sarah, Ashley, and me. She made sure that we each had some conversational hooks in case natural conversation lagged. Of course, everyone by then had watched several of Bridget’s porn videos. She was using the alias Erin O’Day for her videos, and they were popular on the sites carrying them. She had seven feature length vids and at least two-dozen shorts – less than thirty minutes each.

Bridget told us about the sales and subscriptions to her videos and her Only Fans pages. She tossed out some numbers in the spirit of being open, and from that I quickly worked out that she was making money at a rate of just over six figures a year. No wonder she had no student loans, wore great clothes, had her own apartment (with roommate), and drove a relatively new little white sports car.

Responding to our questions, Bridget also talked about her long-term goals after college, and was quick to point out that none of them included a career in pornography. I think some of us were disappointed.

Sarah asked about older women or men being in porn. Bridget explained that there were people of all ages appearing. Sarah reminded us that making a porn video was on our Sex List.

Bridget really perked up at that point. “Oh, Cindy told me about your list and the challenges. If any of you are interested, I could introduce you to the guy that does my videos. He’s local and according to him, everyone in the business is always looking for new talent.”

Cindy laughed. She said, “I hope I didn’t say too much about the Sex Club, but Bridget was so sincere about wanting something like what we have, I just couldn’t resist. When Mike was with us one time, she cracked him open like an egg regarding his observations and feelings about our group.”

“Is it difficult to get into the field?” Ashley asked. She was still on the subject of pornography.

Bridget laughed, “No and yes. One production over in Miami area has what they call a Casting House. Once a quarter, he has about six to eight new girls come and live there to be in porn – all under twenty-one but over eighteen. They live in the house almost like a sorority house for three months, make some videos and some good money, and then have to leave and go out on their own. By then they know the ropes, have or have not a reputation as a star, and have had the stuffing fucked out of them for almost ninety days in a row. Most are happy. Most also leave the adult industry and don’t come back. The next week a new crop of eighteen, nineteen, or twenty-year-old’s show up and the cycle re-starts.

“I didn’t do that, since I lived in the area and met Ron Tensen, the director-producer of the local stuff. I got sucked into the profession the same way, however. I don’t think there are many genuine red heads, because Ron seemed to really welcome and encourage me as I started.”

“And for older women?”

Bridget laughed, “They jump to the head of the line, but I’m told they are more particular about what the will and won’t do.”

DAVE

I was pleased when Cindy walked out of the house to the patio followed by Bridget. She’d just been given a house tour. Like the other women wandering around preparing for the evening picnic in my backyard, she was wearing CFM heels and a bikini. Just that one glance and I could feel my dick surge in my bathing suit in anticipation of doing something with Bridget.

Cindy disposed of her bikini top, tossing the scrap of cloth on the table that also held pool towels. Bridget followed her lead, and her pert handfuls of luscious tit flesh jiggled into view. The freckles all over her body were magnificent. Maybe I could start counting later on that night. God, she’d fit right in with this horny crowd. I hoped that we were kind to her and that she kept wanting to come back.

At that point, I had watched every adult video of Bridget, a.k.a. Erin O’Day, online and most of her Only Fans’ expositions. I’d even watched one at work while trying to do some grunt work at the same time. She was a good actress and sexy to a fault. She’d be a tough act to follow for the other women. I wondered whether her presence would trigger some jealousy.

Cindy brought Bridget over to Mike, Jim, Ken, and me, and we were already drooling badly by then. Bridget did tease Mike; “Hey, Mike, my eyes are up here.” He blushed and apologized. Cindy helped ease his pain with some polite comments about their mode of dress or undress making his response inevitable. That applied to all the men.

We made sure to put Bridget in the middle of our long picnic table for dinner. I was already figuring that I needed to get a second table to accommodate everyone. I worried she’d be lost in some of the ‘family’ discussions relating to kids, but she went along with it, even asking ages and personalities of the children. She even asked to meet them some day. She also did a superb job of remembering their names and who went with whom. Later, I heard a discussion about a popular book and a regular movie.

The table discussion did not even touch on Bridget’s adult-video career. Everyone was overly polite. She was asked about her courses and how she planned to accelerate her baccalaureate degree. We were all impressed with her target major in computer science. Right then, that was about the hottest job market in the country.

Bridget was hyper sensitive to people’s needs at the table. Did they need a refill of their drink? More of some dish? Help in carrying things in or out of the kitchen? And more. Ash was holding back in the conversation because she was sitting at a distant corner of the table. Partway through the meal, Bridget asked to swap seats with me, so she could talk to Ashley, and learn more about her and her family. She kept earning points in my book.

As dinner ended, Sarah got everyone’s attention. She said, “We did pretty well with the challenge to have a fuck at a public beach in the daytime, although we were all pretty well hidden by the picnic coolers and towels. On the other hand, I was impressed that while we were at the beach, we all took skinny-dips in the Gulf, and just pretty well ignored anybody else at the beach. Great job everyone.

“Now, for the next challenge, I’m going to take you back to when – probably – we all just started to have sex. You and a partner other than your spouse are to have sex in a car at one of the favorite make out spots that the teens use. I do not know where those are, but Cindy or Bridget who went through their teen years here might know.”

Both younger girls nodded and chuckled.

Sarah said, “Now, we’ll all want some proof, so I suggest either a photo or short video proving that the deed got done, again in a public place. Don’t get caught.” She laughed.

Sarah turned to Bridget and continued, “Now, although she hasn’t been with any of us yet, we happily welcome Bridget to our midst. Her presence means there are more women than men, but that is a happy event, I believe. For tonight, and for our new challenge from the Sex List, I will have each man draw a woman’s name from a hat. The woman who is unchosen by that method will join one of the couples. That will take place with a second drawing where the unchosen woman will draw a man’s name from a hat. That’ll get things started in a more random way than forcing her to make an arbitrary decision. Ready?”

Sarah picked up a baseball hat and made a show off putting five slips of paper into the hat. Mike got the first draw and got Mel. Jim picked his wife and had to go again; his second draw he chose Cindy. Ken picked Sarah. I picked Bridget, and wondered for a second if this was rigged in some way. That left Ashley without a partner.

In a second drawing, Ashley drew me, which also meant that she’d become rather close and intimate with Bridget. I knew that Ash had been doing some sapphic things with Sarah, Cindy, and my wife, but I wasn’t sure whether Bridget swung that way. She had been watching the drawings with neutral curiosity, except to clap her hands together in glee when I drew her. We already had good rapport.

Ashley quickly came over and joined me, and pulled Bridget along with her around to table to where I stood. I didn’t know what to say other than I was pleased with the results of the two drawings. I kissed Ash, and then turned to Bridget. Other than shaking hands, we’d had no other physical interaction.

That changed in an instant. Bridget was in my arms, and had her lips on mine in a way that communicated that she was much happier about what was happening than idle curiosity. She was jubilant ... and boy could she kiss. We were both breathing hard when the kiss broke. Of course, her bare tits and all those freckles were pressed against my naked chest. I love skin-on-skin contact and told her so.

The next I knew, Bridget and Ashley were in a similar kiss, their bodies also grinding against each other in their semi-nudity. I love seeing women’s breasts squished together as they make out. Just wow!