Chapter 52

“Atticus has a team of lawyers, and he assured me that as long as your face was blurred, I could use them on my website, and you have no recourse, so do what you need to do,” I said icily, then added, “Texas is much more conservative than California; trust me, I’ve already learned that. You can drag me into court if you want, but what would your customers and your family think when you identify yourself as the man who shot over one hundred videos having sex with me?” I paused for a moment. “As you can see from the huge crowd tonight, I’m already very popular, and my name is out there, but if you’d like to join in my notoriety in the porn industry, you’re more than welcome.”

He clenched his fist and then took a deep breath, getting his temper back under control. “I ... just wish you would have asked me, Jenna, and gotten my approval.”

He’d lowered his voice and his tone, so I did the same. “You’re right, I should have, and ... I apologize, Derek.”

There was a very long silence while we contemplated each other’s words. Finally, he spoke. “You told me that you couldn’t be what I wanted; what did you think I wanted? I never pressured you about anything.”

“Derek, that’s not true, and you know it. You demanded that I enroll in college and sign up for classes. You never let it go, ever.”

He bowed his head. “I ... just wanted the best for you. I wanted more for you. I wanted you to have a real life outside of this fucking club.”

“Sit back down, please.” He did, and he looked at me with such a hang-dog expression. “That’s very sweet. Really, it is. But I need to make my own way. I don’t know what I want to do with my life yet, but I don’t want to go to college right now. I don’t think that becoming an accountant and sitting in a corporate office all day is what I want. Can you see me doing that?”

He chuckled a little. “No, I can’t. But you could have told me that. We could have talked.”

I reached out, held his hand, and gently squeezed it. “I know, and I’m sorry. You were, like, only my second boyfriend. I’m not good at this relationship stuff yet.”

“No,” he chuckled again. “No, you aren’t.” He reached up and touched my cheek.

I leaned into his warm fingers. They felt nice and comforting. “I did like you very much, in fact, Derek. But I didn’t want to like only you. I’m young, and I need ... to test the water and see what’s out there. You know, try new things, new experiences, new people.”

He sighed, but he also smiled as he trailed his hand down my neck and then around my shoulder in a gentle hug. “I get it. I do. I sowed my oats all over South Texas when I was your age. I just thought ... well, I had this fantasy ... that ... you and I could ... maybe–”

“I know,” I cut him off. “And if I were forty years old, we would have a great time for the rest of our lives. But...” I just stopped talking as there wasn’t much else to say.

After a few long moments of staring at each other, he slapped his own thighs. “Well! I guess I’ll be moseying along.” He stood up and patted his pants, checking his phone, keys, and wallet. “It was good to see you, and thanks.”

I couldn’t just let him go. He was my first good sex partner. Despite everything, we had a lot of good times, and I had many fond memories.

“Hey!” I called as he was just about to pull the curtain back. He stopped to look at me as I undid my jeweled bikini top, letting my breasts fall free. I did a little shimmy for him, shaking them and making them sway back and forth. “Don’t you want your money’s worth?”

“Ummm ... yeah, but...” He looked at his watch. “I’ve only got a few minutes left.”

I hooked my thumbs into my thong and slowly lowered it down my thighs before stepping out of it. “I’m not worried about the time, and I’ll make it special for you, I promise,” I whispered seductively.

His eyes widened, and then he broke into a little grin as his gaze moved up and down my naked body. “You’re really okay with this?” he said.

“I am, Derek.” He walked back over to me and sat down on the bench. Once he was seated, I slid onto his lap. He seemed very tense, and he stoically kept his hands flat on the bench while I sexily ground my pussy on his erection through his pants. “Do you want to touch me, baby?” I cooed.

“Can I, Jenna?”

I took his hands in mine and placed them on my breasts. He gently began to knead them, and then he ran my nipples through the tips of his fingers, and they instantly hardened. He always had such a gentle, deft touch. “That feels so good,” I moaned into his ear. I slid back on his lap a couple of inches and unbuttoned his pants, working his fly open. When he let one of my breasts slip from his hand, I leaned forward and guided my nipple into his mouth, and he began to slowly, sensually suckle on it. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. To be honest, it was nice feeling a more normal, regular one instead of the monstrous porn guys. When he let my nipple slip out of his mouth, I leaned in, and we shared a long, hot, passionate kiss. I began stroking his cock and then spoke softly into his ear. “What do you think I should do with this?” I teased.

“Will you take me into your mouth?” he pleaded.