“Young,” they all laughed.
“Listen, I know that many of you are watching porn to get your rocks off. That’s fine. I do too.” Oh holy fuck. I shook an image of Skye’s hand sliding to her– “But do you think that’s the reality of sex? Did it excite you or scare you?”
“Scare,” one guy replied. “I was just coming to terms with finding guys sexy for fuck’s sake. I searched the internet and found gay porn. I was in this weird mix of being turned on and terrified that I’d need to be as good as them the first time and they were really going for it. Almost violently.”
“It’s daunting,” one guy added. “Obviously, porn is going to be good. They’re not going to show two guys who don’t know what they’re doing but…yeah. I was intimidated.”
“What intimidated you the most?”
“Oral sex, anal sex, knowing what would feel good, not wanting to do anything wrong.”
“I watched porn that showed a gang bang. I was horrified but couldn’t look away,” a guy laughed. “It does make you think about relationships and what’s expected.”
“So, it made you think sex was like that? Multiple partners, violence, being made to do something you don’t want to?” Skye asked.
“I’ve had sex where it was nothing like I’d watched in porn,” another guy said. “It was loving and…nice, and I think you know the difference when you have that experience.”
“What if you’re a young person who doesn’t have sexual experiences but is interested in exploring sex and, therefore, is inevitably led to porn? Would that skew your view?”
“I think so, yeah. There’s some hardcore shit out there that anyone can access at any time. It fucks you up.”
“Have you found porn that is more reflective of what sex is like in a relationship?” Skye asked. I turned my back, busied myself and took the opportunity to adjust my throbbing cock. Skye and sex talk. This had never happened before and my dick was taking notice.
“It’s out there, but the hardcore stuff is more popular.”
“It’s the first thing you see when you search.”
“Interesting,” she replied thoughtfully.
“You’re led down a porn rabbit hole.”
“Thanks guys, that’s been helpful,” Skye said, tapping the pen to her lips. I was having a hard time taming my hard-on and I didn’t need a group of teenagers noticing my bulge. I picked up one of the boxes and sat down with it on my lap as the guys left. Skye had an arched eyebrow that only meant one thing. She was scheming.
“What?” I asked, ignoring how beautiful she looked when she was cooking up a plan.
“I want to make a porn film,” she replied and hell, this wasn’t helping my situation.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I want to make a porn film…one that shows the reality and normality of sex but is still sexy as fuck.” She shook off her leather jacket and the corset from my wet dream came into full view. Lacy and see-through, her skin peeking out, just enough and not enough all at the same time. The cup hugged her breasts, creamy skin adjusting as she breathed, jiggling as she laughed. Animated breasts were not helping my situation. I was feeling panicked now, sexual excitement was on a journey through my veins, I was about to burst, a feeling of what the fuck do I do now vibrated along the back of my neck.
“Skye-”
“Don’t talk me out it, Will,” she replied and before I could say, Actually, I think it’s a great idea. You and me on the table. I’ll set up my phone in the corner and set record, let’s go! she got up and placed her hands on my shoulders. The room went black at this point, spinning. Her boobs were nearer eye level and I was sure I could make out a nipple. “I’m going to make a porn film and you, my friend, are going to help me.”
Oxygen was heading south but my head was slowly catching up with her. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re a photographer, right?”
“Technically I’m a journalist who works for a photography magazine–”
“What I mean is, you have experience,” she said.
“In what?”
“Will!” she shouted.
I blew out a breath. “I don’t have any kind of experience here, Skye! I started writing for a local paper. I wasn’t filming porn scenes; I was taking photos of the best Victoria sponge in the village fete or an image of Jesus who’d appeared on the wall as part of a weird damp stain or…the winner of the largest root vegetable!”
Skye started laughing. “See, transferable skills…”
I stood up knocking the box to the floor. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I want to make a porn film to be the beacon of what porn directors should aspire to.” She was never one to approach a challenge half-arsed. “Loving, consensual sex that doesn’t frighten young people. Nice. Safe. Sensual. Sexy. The kind of film that will win awards for realism, but at the same time will be a fucking turn-on to end all turn-ons!” I tried to speak, but a high-pitched gasp came out. Also known as I’m-so-horny-I’ve-lost-my-ability-to-speak voice. Skye was on a mission now, her beautiful smile was broad, her eyes where sparkling and I wondered if I’d lost my fucking mind.
“Grab the lube and condoms!” she shouted. “We’re off to write a porno!”
4
Will
“Stacey must have gone to bed,” Skye whispered as she turned on the light in the living room.
“I’m sure she’ll be devastated to miss out on creating a storyboard for a freaking
