Second Chances
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Is it possible for a reformed Hollywood porn star to reclaim her life in small town America, and get a second chance? Possible, especially when it's with the local sheriff, who has some issues from his past. After a chance meeting, their relationship nurtures and grows, hitting some bumps but moving forward to the inevitable climax. It's an erotic story, but more of a true love story. You can read a bunch of reader's comments for this story at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
Rob looked at her, with no clue whatsoever on what to think. Women, he mused to himself, are so fucking confusing! Christ on a crutch. He was ready to simply ask “What are you trying to say? Spit it out!” but she spoke again.
“You know that I have baggage, that I am an emotional wreck. I just need to know, you know, for myself ... what it is we are doing.”
He was ready to respond with “finishing dinner” but paused because she now looked scared, and that puzzled him.
“Do you find me attractive?”
There are times in each person’s life when statements are made that “come out of left field”, meaning unexpected. This was one of those times in Rob’s life. He was stunned.
“What-t-t-t?” He stuttered, and his voice cracked a bit, almost like he was re-entering puberty. “Are you kidding?”
Rob looked at her, from her face to her breasts, then back up to her face. If he had a piece of paper and a pen, he would have written “11” on it and displayed it like an Olympic judge.
He saw her sigh, and then laugh with a smile. “I’m not going to say that isn’t nice to hear.” And then he saw her expression turn serious again.
“Does my past bother you? Is it something that you can’t deal with?”
Ut oh. Danger Will Robinson, Danger, Danger! He thought to himself, once again thinking of the old 1960s show Lost in Space and the robot waving his mechanical arms around silly-like.
“Your past? Um. Look. Let me be honest, ok? Honesty is probably something that you want to hear right now, at least I hope so, and keep in mind that this isn’t easy for me to say.”
What he wanted to say, “Well, knowing that you probably sucked 500 guys’ cocks isn’t something that I want to dwell on with my thinking”, came out as something different. He stood up and paced around a bit, thinking as quickly on his feet as he had in Afghanistan when taking enemy fire.
“I can deal with your past, but, I’m a little bit intimidated, I’ll admit. I mean, I’ve seen a few of those movies, of course ... I mean, nothing with you in it.” He looked away from her. “But, well, some of those guys are, um, kinda’ well endowed, and I just wonder if I would, well, you know, be good enough for you because they’re so much more experienced and stuff.” When he finished, he stood behind his chair, gripping it.
It was a speech, a performance, that could have earned him an Oscar. He liked Carrie and hoped that this would satisfy her.
“Oh, God! If you only knew!” She looked somewhat relieved.
“You want honesty, well here goes. Those scenes aren’t any fun to do. The lights are hot, people are walking around, the director is shouting things that are sometimes physically impossible to do, and you are with a virtual stranger, trying hard not to think about what it is you are doing.”
He nodded, not wanting to interrupt.
“Nothing,” Carrie looked straight into Rob’s eyes, “and I mean nothing, would ever come close to the feeling of when it is real. When there is love.”
Rob thought now that he knew where this was going, and he liked the direction.
“Huh. Didn’t know that. I mean, some of the girls sure seem to ... well ... like it a lot.”
“You can’t tell by watching, but some of the best acting in movies is done in the adult industry.” He watched her laugh. “We are the ones who should be getting the Oscars!”
Rob started pacing again if only to keep her from seeing the grin on his face at her saying the word “Oscars”. He got control quickly and moved the conversation along.
“And I haven’t, you know, pushed anything between us, well, because of your past. I just didn’t want you thinking that because I knew, I thought you were ... easy. I respect you too much for that, Carrie.” It looked like she was getting what he said.
And that was true. Rob respected her for having the guts to come back to small-town America and try and re-establish a normal life for herself. He knew that was a tough road to hoe. So, he’d taken the whole sex thing very, very slow.
“You have never treated me with anything short of absolute respect. It is the thing that draws me to you.” He smiled at that.
“I like you a lot. I’m seeing no one else, and only have a desire to be with you,” replied Rob.
He could see that his words were having a positive effect on her. Still, there seemed to be a bit more.
“So I have to ask. We see each other every day, you aren’t seeing anyone else, and you like me a lot ... is it your job?”
He was puzzled.
“You will be up for re-election, would being with me hurt your future?”