Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed (The Vice, Virtue & Video Series)

by Bianca Giovanni

  I approach nonchalantly, but I hear Joey’s dumb ass yelling something from behind me, and she turns to look right in my direction.

  “Yo, you gonna do some fuckin’ shots, bro?” Joey asks me way too loud.

  “Nah, I’m good, man.” I shake my head.

  “Everybody’s doin’ shots tonight, man!” he yells, and a group of over-excited dudes follow him back toward the kitchen.

  The pretty blonde gives me a half smile.

  “Fuckin’ idiot.” I shrug, motioning back to Joey.

  “Friend of yours?” She smiles and raises an eyebrow.

  “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve basically got tickets to the show tonight, and I get to watch him get hammered and try to hit on the drunkest girl here. Class act, that kid.”

  She giggles, and I see her check me out. “Well, I’m sure he’ll meet my roommate, Jessica,” she says, nodding to a curvy brunette dancing a little too hard by the fireplace. “I think she’s a contender for drunkest girl here.”

  I laugh. From the way that girl’s dancing, I think she might be right.

  “I just hope she doesn’t puke in my car later,” she says with a sigh.

  “Designated driver?” I ask her, and she nods. “Yeah, me too.”

  “Yay, aren’t we fun?” she teases.

  I laugh and give her a joking nod of agreement. “I’m James.” I smile at her.

  She looks right in my eyes and smiles back. “I’m Caroline.”

  “Nice to meet you, Caroline,” I say, giving her a nod like some exaggerated gentlemanly gesture. She giggles. “You go to school out here?”

  “Yeah. I’m an Art History major.”

  “Nice. So, are you into, like, classical art or do you like modern stuff?”

  “I like the Postimpressionist period the most, but I love surrealism too,” she explains. “My parents have an original van Gogh and it’s, like, their prized possession. Personally, I’ve always liked Frida Kahlo, but I think they find her stuff a bit too surreal.”

  I raise my eyebrows. Pretty and smart. I dig that.

  She gives me a flirty smile, and I squint my eyes as I look at her. She looks really familiar, but I don’t know from where. I don’t think I went to high school with her, but I swear I’ve seen her before.

  “Are you from here, Caroline?” I ask her with a sly smile.

  “No, my parents have a big ranch southwest of here,” she says like she’s hiding some big secret.

  “What’s your last name?” I playfully squint like I’m trying to crack the case.

  “Kentwood,” she replies with a giggle.

  “Kentwood Motors, right?” I say, placing her right away.

  “Yes.” She nods shyly. “That’s my dad’s dealership.”

  “You used to be in those commercials with him where you rode that pony through the lot.” I smile.

  “Oh, my God!” She blushes almost fluorescent pink. “I can’t believe you remember that!”

  I laugh hard at her embarrassment. She looks even cuter when she gets shy like this.

  Kentwood Motors is one of the biggest dealerships in the southern part of the state, and Mr. Kentwood always used to put his daughter in the commercials, so I remember seeing her all the time on TV when I was little. Around Christmastime, she’d be dressed as an elf, on Valentine’s she’d wear cupid wings, and her Memorial Day costume was a red, white and blue dress and an Uncle Sam hat. I think she was even in a Wonder Woman outfit once when her dad was dressed as Superman.

  “And you’d yell ‘yee-haw!’ at the end,” I playfully tease her.

  “Oh, no! Of course the cutest guy here has to have seen the commercials I did when I was a kid!” She laughs loudly. “So embarrassing!”

  “No way. Those commercials were cute,” I assure her. “I used to think you were so pretty too. When I was, like, ten, I thought you were the prettiest girl on TV.”

  “Oh, stop.” She gives me a playful little shove.

  “Seriously, I did,” I answer honestly. She was that all-American-dream-girl kind of chick, and I really did think she was good-looking.

  “You’re just trying to make me feel better,” she says, batting her eyes at me.

  “No way. I even remembered the jingle because you sang it.”

  “Ah! The jingle was the worst!” She covers her face with her hands and shakes her head.

  I start singing the first part of the jingle, and to my pleasant surprise, she sings the second part with me before she bursts into shy laughter and covers her face again.

  I think I might like this Caroline Kentwood. She’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s got that cute, bashful thing I dig.

  I hang around flirting with her for almost an hour before she asks me if I want to “get some air” outside with her. Of course, I say yes, and she holds my hand as she leads me out the back door and through the yard to a gazebo that faces the small ridge. Even though it’s outside, it’s surprisingly private.

  “How’d you know this was here?” I ask her as she sits down on the picnic table inside the octagon.

  “This is my friend’s parents’ house,” she explains. “They’re in Bali for six months, so she’s been using it for parties.”

  “I see.” I nod, taking a look around at the expansive view.

  “This was always my favorite place on the property, though,” she says, her voice turning soft and silky. “It’s quiet up here. Nice and private.”

  With that, she steps closer to me and gives me a sweet little kiss. I like it. It’s not one of those sloppy drunk girl kisses. It’s classy and elegant, just like her. I kiss her back, and I move my hands to her hips to pull her into me. Her arms wrap around me, and she leans her whole body against me. She’s a really good kisser, and I’m really digging this.

  “I don’t usually do this,” she says, giggling. “In fact, I’ve never met some guy at a party and done this.”

  “Well then, I’m honored.”

  “I swear, I’m not slutty like this in real life.” She blushes, and I know she’s telling the truth. She’s a good girl, and I’ll bet the angel and the devil on her shoulders are duking it out over whether she should go for it.

  “I don’t think you’re slutty at all,” I say, pulling her in and kissing her slowly.

  I keep it sensual as my tongue slips into her mouth and starts massaging her tongue. She’s way into it, and I can hear her breathing getting deeper. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me with a little more passion before she slides her hands down my chest and onto my stomach. She seems to like what she feels because she starts tugging on my shirt so I’ll take it off. I pull it over my head and resume kissing her as her hands roam all over my chest.

  She leans back and looks right into my eyes with this lusty gaze as she pulls her tank top over her head. No bra. And a very nice set of tits, which look to be real. She giggles when I give her a big smile, and I move close to her so I can kiss her again.

  I lift her onto the edge of the picnic table and stand between her legs. She leans back a little when I start kissing her neck. I reach for her ponytail and let her hair down so I can run my fingers through it. It’s silky and it smells so fuckin’ nice.

  I glide my hands down her back as I move on to kiss her pretty breasts. They’re not big, probably only a small handful, but they go with her lean body and they’re natural, which is a nice change when you’re used to fucking porn stars. She’s got a little beauty mark near her left nipple that I can see in the moonlight. It’s super sexy, and I kiss it for a second before I move on to lightly brush my lips over her nipple, which makes her exhale really deeply like she loves it. I let my tongue flick out a few times, and her nipples get all hard and perky. Shit like this is why I love women. Their arousal isn’t as obvious as it is with us, but it’s a lot more rewarding to turn a girl on because you get to see all these subtle signs.

  “Mmm,” she softly moans when I start to suck her just a little bit.

  I move back a
nd forth from one nipple to the other, and I can tell she likes it a lot. Her head’s tilting back and she’s running her fingers through my hair while she makes these quiet moans. I dig this kind of thing, when I can do something so small and a girl can like it so much.

  After a few minutes, she’s unbuttoning my pants and rubbing my cock over my boxer briefs while we kiss. Her hands are all warm, and it feels really good. She makes a hungry sort of sound through the kiss, and I think she’s surprised at how big I am, which makes her stroke me faster.

  I take the opportunity to do the same, and my hand slides up her thigh and between her legs. I start out rubbing her over her panties, but I slowly move the fabric to the side and rub her with just my fingertip on her clit. She moans a little louder, which spurs me on. I slide a finger inside her, and I’m impressed with how wet she is. Fuck! I love turning girls on like this. I don’t go right for her G-spot because I want her to really feel it when I finally do touch it, so I tease her just a little bit first. Once I hit it, she starts rocking her hips and breathing harder.

  “Ohhh!” she moans as I slip another finger in.

  “Mmm, you like it?” I whisper against her neck.

  She nods excitedly.

  Her whole body’s moving in this sexy wave that goes from her neck all the way down her back. I know a lot of girls who have no idea where their G-spot is and some don’t even think they have one, but it’s pretty easy to find, if you know where you’re going. Maybe it’s just because I’ve had years of practice, but I know the best way to touch it so it feels really good.

  “Do you like the way I touch you, baby?” I say between kisses. “You like how it feels?”

  “Yes!” she exhales.

  “Good girl. Feel it, Caroline,” I say softly.

  Her hands grab onto the side of the table, and she leans back a little, which gives me another great opportunity to get to her nipples. I wiggle my fingers a little faster, and I bend down to start sucking her titties again. She moans louder. I was going to try to save it for when we were fucking, but I think I’ll make her come right now too.

  “That’s right, baby,” I whisper against her nipple. “Just let it go.”

  “Oh, yes!” she moans. She’s getting really close; I can tell from how tight she’s getting inside. “That feels so good!” Another little wiggle of my fingers and she whimpers and shivers as she comes.

  I kiss her and slide my fingers out of her so I can hold her while she comes down from it. That was only a little one, like a movie trailer that shows you just enough to make you really, really want to see the movie.

  She’s out of breath when I look down at her and give her a smile. I like that moment after girls come when they’re all relaxed and chilled out. That’s how they should be all the time, not all insecure like a lot of them are usually.

  “Do you have a condom?” she whispers like she can’t believe she’s about to fuck me out in this gazebo.

  “Yeah.” I nod, taking one out of my pocket.

  “I swear, I never do this,” she says, giggling.

  “You don’t have to convince me, Caroline. I believe you, and you can believe me when I say that I feel pretty fuckin’ special about it.”

  She laughs and hikes her skirt up as she looks right into my eyes. I step closer and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She gives me a nod, and I slide them down her legs.

  I tear open the packet and roll the condom on as I return to her. She looks in my eyes for a moment or two before she kisses me deeply, and I start to ease into her. I always go slow with chicks at first because I tend to be more than most of them can take right off the bat. I’ve had porn stars tell me I was nearly too big for them, so I know it’s a stretch for regular girls. I pay really close attention to her body and her sounds, making sure she doesn’t give any indication that it might hurt. Once I’m all the way inside her, I give her a second to adjust and get used to me—like I said, I’m big and it can be painful if you rush it. She looks up at me and then kisses me softly a few times before she starts rocking her hips and signaling that we’re good to go.

  This is pretty fuckin’ hot. We’re out here in the middle of nature like this, all by ourselves when there’s a house full of people a few yards behind us. We’re kissing and she’s holding onto my shoulders in this kind of aggressive way. She keeps kissing up and down my neck, too, and I’ve always liked that a lot. Her moans are pretty, soft and breathy, and I like hearing her pant next to my ear.

  Pretty soon, her moans get a little louder and I feel her legs start to tense. She makes that soft, whimpering noise, and she arches her neck back when she trembles. I hold her close and keep going, but just a little slower than before. She’s got this great look on her face that perfectly captures her pleasure as I hold her hips and rock her against me so I can get deeper. She moans louder, and I can feel her quivering inside over and over for about three straight minutes. I swear there’s nothing better in this whole world than making girls come.

  She feels really good inside when she shivers like this, and I let go of my focus and let myself really feel it. I’ve learned to control shit like this over the last several years. It’s an important skill on movies. Sometimes you have less than five minutes to get hard, then you have to stay hard all day and not come until they tell you to. It’s like a fuckin’ endurance contest, but you can train for it until you’re really good. I can come, basically, on command on the set now, but I tend to let my body take over a lot more when it’s a real-life situation. My body’s definitely taking over with Caroline right now, and I give her a few slow, deep pumps before I come.

  She kisses me sweetly afterward, and I stay inside her, just holding her, for a little while. It’s totally not the wild, crazy type of thing you’d think of when somebody says they had random sex at a house party, but I like this so much more than those sloppy drunken hookups. I’ve never liked banging drunk chicks. I like them coherent and conscious. Where’s the fun in hooking up with a girl who’s too fucked up to turn you down?

  “Wow!” she pants as she gives me a big smile.

  I smile back and give her a little kiss. She’s got this really pretty, soft, just-fucked sheen on her skin, and it looks super sexy in this low light. I pull out of her slowly, and I look into her eyes.

  “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous right now,” I blurt out with honesty as I tuck her hair behind her ear.

  She giggles and blushes like she’s gone all bashful. It’s so cute.

  “Please!” she says, smiling. “I look gorgeous? Just look at you!”

  I chuckle at her compliment and give her a little kiss.

  Just then I hear her phone ring, and she shakes her head like she’s trying to get her shit together as she reaches for it on the table. I’m guessing it fell out of her skirt somewhere in the middle of all that. She makes a frustrated scoff when she sees the screen.

  “Jessica…no…no, I’m outside. I didn’t leave you behind…stop—Jess, stop crying. Stop crying. I’m right outside,” she says as she gives me a smile and rolls her eyes. “Are you by the fireplace still?…Okay…okay, Jess—no, calm down. Calm down. I’ll be right there.”

  She hangs up the phone and gives me an apologetic shrug. “Great. A crying drunk, even better,” she jokes.

  I laugh and hand over her shirt. I put mine back on too while she’s pulling up her panties. I toss the condom and zip up as she looks me over with a big smile like she can’t believe the crazy, impulsive thing she just did.

  We exchange numbers really quick, and I tell her I’ll text her. It’s not bullshit; I think I really will. She was a cool girl, and she was so smooth and tight. I definitely wouldn’t mind hooking up with her again.

  I hold her hand as we walk back to the house, and I give her a little kiss when we part ways in the living room by the big staircase. I can see her friend out of the corner of my eye and she’s a drunken, emotional mess.

  “Good luck with all that!” I tease as Caroline l
ooks up at me.

  She laughs loudly. “Oh, yeah, this is just going to be great,” she sarcastically jokes.

  I give her a smile and tuck her hair behind her ear again before she leans up and gives me a soft kiss.

  “I’ll text you, okay?” I say.

  “Okay.” She nods and looks me over one more time before she goes over to Drunky McGee over there.

  “No. Fucking. Way!” I hear from behind me.

  I turn to see Keegan and Joey staring at me with their mouths open like they’re watching a space shuttle launch.

  “What?” I ask them.

  “You hooked up with that girl?” Keegan says.

  “Yeah, dude. She’s super nice, really sweet personality.”

  “Yeah, her personality is the sweet part,” Joey scoffs. “She’s got a really tight, wet personality.”

  “Dude, shut the fuck up.” I laugh. “She’s a really cool girl. And she does have a nice personality, dumbshit.”

  “She’s, like, the hottest girl here!” Keegan says like he’s totally awestruck.

  “She’s super pretty, right?” I smile and nod. “I love her legs.”

  “Titties are too small, though,” Joey chimes in, giving her a subtle scan.

  “Nah, they’re nice.” I shake my head. “She’s natural, you know? That’s sexy.”

  “You see that chick over there?” he says, pointing across the room to the bleached blonde he was doing body shots with earlier.

  “Yeah,” I say, nodding.

  “She sucked my dick in the pantry earlier, so you’re not the only one getting action,” he says.

  Joey always does this shit, pretends like this is all a challenge and we’re competing to see who can get the most girls. He doesn’t realize that I don’t really give a fuck how many girls he gets and that I never have. It’s not a race, man. Nobody has to try to “win” or anything.

  “Well, hey, good for you.” I shrug.

  “This kid even got somethin’,” he says, pointing to Keegan.

  “Oh, yeah?” I smile at him.