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

by Bianca Giovanni

  “How about if we just watch, like, five minutes of one? Just enough for you to get a feel for it?” he presses.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I cackle. “You’d actually want me to see you fuck on film?”

  “Yeah, dude.” He shrugs like there is absolutely nothing insane about this picture. “You might see somethin’ you like,” he adds with a wink.

  I don’t know why—I really, truly have no idea what comes over me—but I say yes.

  He jumps up and offers me his hand, hiking me up from my seat and motioning for me to sit on the couch. He puts the DVD in and turns on the TV, joining me and resting his arm on the back of the couch around me.

  “This isn’t an anal one, is it?” I meekly ask, already preparing to cover my eyes. “I definitely can’t watch you do that.”

  “No,” he says with a chuckle. “This is Naughty Nymphos. This one’s pretty soft, not a lot of close-ups, and all pretty normal positions.”

  “So the nymphos aren’t really that naughty, are they?” I joke.

  “We’ll see who’s cracking jokes in five minutes.” He grins at me and hits play on the remote.

  I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to see. It’s not like I’ve never seen porn at all—anyone with a broadband connection is bound to stumble upon some kinky photos at some point—I’ve just never seen my best friend’s porn. I’ve heard detailed accounts from James of all his sexual escapades, but I’ve never witnessed them firsthand. Okay, here we go.

  The scene opens with James and a voluptuous blond walking into a bedroom decorated in all white. She wears a white nightie, eerily similar to the more modest one I packed to sleep in this weekend. He’s in a white wifebeater and white drawstring pants. His skin looks smooth and tan, a deep olive shade like his Greek relatives on his mom’s side of the family. His hair is back in a ponytail, and his expression, his posture, even the way he breathes just radiates sex. He came to fuck; nothing’s ever been more obvious. This is the James Laird Sex Laser Beam set to nuclear level.

  There’s no dialogue, and he starts kissing the girl passionately, claiming her mouth with his in a way that’s both aggressive and sensual. It’s a hot kiss, I’m not going to lie. There’s a teeny tiny part of me—I mean subatomic small—that wishes he’d grab me and kiss me like that. To know that kind of passion…what a thrill!

  He takes her top off and starts feeling her up, and she’s closing her eyes and moaning—that whole production. His hand slides into her white cotton panties, which were probably chosen to convey some type of innocence, and her moans get louder. When he slides the panties off and lodges his face firmly between her legs, she starts bucking her hips and throwing her head back. It looks so…real.

  I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He’s looking right at me with a big smile on his face, and it’s like he’s trying to read me for even the slightest micro-expression. I purposely keep my face completely impassive, revealing nothing.

  The girl tugs his pants down, letting his massive erection spring free. Jesus! Certainly a lot bigger than I remembered it—of course, I’ve never seen it so…turgid. She starts sucking him furiously, bobbing her head, hollowing out her cheeks, and using both hands to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth. He runs his fingers through her hair and puts his hand on the back of her head, gently urging her forward and backward in quick motions. He’s panting and whispering instructions. “Suck that cock, baby. Yeah, take it real deep.” She moans every time he says something, and he praises her with, “Good girl. Just like that.”

  “Okay,” I timidly interject, “we can cut it here.”

  “Come on,” he says, his smile wide and mischievously charming, “just a little bit more. Here, I’ll fast forward past the blowjob if you want.”

  “Yeah, ’cause it’s gonna get so much tamer after that,” I dryly reply.

  “Just watch a couple more minutes.” He grins, pressing his index finger to my chin and turning my head so I face the TV again.

  I cover my eyes but peek through my fingers as I continue to watch.

  After she sucks him off, he lays her down on the bed and kneels between her legs. He takes his enormous cock in his hand and rubs it over her a little bit before plunging into her to the hilt. I’m certainly not unimpressed by the way he moves, more like a wave than a jackhammer. His motions are fluid and smooth, and it looks like it probably feels pretty great. Her moans even sound real, and I like the way he looks into her eyes.

  “Seen enough, cupcake?” he teases, hitting pause on a wide shot of him gripping her hips and lifting her up so he can get deeper.

  “Yes!” I giggle, refusing to look at him.

  “Anything you liked?” he says, rotating my face again and meeting my eyes. “Anything you wanna try?”

  “James!” I blush.

  “Come on, you’ve fucked around with dudes before—even though I’ve made it my fuckin’ job to try to stop you. What do you dig?”

  “Does any of that matter?” I say, clearly dodging the question.

  “Yes, it matters to me. Just tell me. What kind of stuff do you like guys to do to you?”

  I sigh and lean back on the couch, my cheeks stinging with embarrassment as I attempt to scowl at him for putting me on the spot.

  “Lola, it’s me. You can tell me anything, baby,” he says warmly. “I’m just curious about it, that’s all. I know you haven’t fucked anybody, but what’s the furthest you’ve gone? You had a couple of years of high school where I wasn’t around to protect you. What’d you let ’em get away with?”

  I laugh lightly at that. Of course he would think about it that way. In his mind, every man on earth is waiting with bated breath for the opportunity to catch me off guard so they can nail me. Where he gets these crazy ideas, I’ll never know.

  “Come on,” he playfully pushes. “What’s the most you’ve done?”

  “Third, I guess,” I weakly answer, my voice quiet and shy.

  “Somebody went down on you?” he asks with eyebrows raised in surprise.

  “I thought third was…touching,” I reply.

  “For you, maybe.” He shrugs and gives me a cheeky smile. “For dudes I think that falls into the second base category.”

  “Well, how do you define that scale? What stands for what in your baseball analogy?” I inquire. “I’ve always learned it as French, feel, finger, fuck. What are you going on?”

  “I’ve heard that one too, but we always said finger counted for feel and that third was actually fellatio,” he replies.

  “Oh, okay, then second, by that scale.” I nod.

  “So you let somebody finger you, huh?” he says with overplayed disapproval.

  “Two guys, actually,” I add with a defiant, smart-ass smirk.

  “Two? That kills me, Lo!” He smiles, leaning his head back against the couch like he’s devastated. “You liked it so much you had to do it twice?”

  “Well, um, no, not really,” I timidly respond.

  “You didn’t like it?” he asks inquisitively.

  “No, I mean, it was cool and all, it just wasn’t anything to write home about. Nothing too special,” I answer.

  “So I take it you didn’t come,” he says.

  “I don’t think so,” I bashfully respond.

  “Don’t think so? What do you—how could you not know?” he says with bemusement. “Unless…Lola, have you ever had an orgasm?”

  “It’s getting late and I’m tired,” I say, my cheeks flushing beet red as I stand up from the couch.

  “Hey, hey,” he says, grabbing my wrist and playfully tugging me back down. “Come on, answer my question.”

  “Does any of this matter in the grand scheme of things?” I say, still not answering. “What does it matter if I have or haven’t? That question is so not important.”

  “It’s important to me,” he says, trying to be patient and sweet as he coaxes this out of me. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m s
traddling him, and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Just tell me, hm?”

  I take a deep breath and look down, not wanting to meet his gaze as I subtly shake my head.

  “Never?” he asks, shock still plastered across his face.

  “No,” I murmur.

  “Not even by yourself?” he continues to prod.

  “No. Jesus Christ! Why are we even talking about this?” I whine.

  “You know where you’re supposed to touch, right?” he teases.

  “I’ve taken health class, yes,” I snap, trying to keep from erupting in embarrassed giggles.

  “And you just can’t make it happen?”

  “No.”

  “Un-fuckin’-believable!” he loudly exclaims.

  “Great, now my best friend who fucks for a living gets a good laugh at the fact that I’ve never had an orgasm.” I roll my eyes with a smirk as I move to get away from him.

  “I’m sorry.” He snickers, pulling me back and holding me to his lap. “I’m totally sorry. I shouldn’t laugh or anything. I’m not trying to make you feel weird about it. I just…wow! I can’t fuckin’ believe you’ve never come before! You get so turned on, and it seems like it wouldn’t be that hard for you to get there.”

  As if I wasn’t pink enough, now he has to bring up my indiscreet arousal! I vividly recall him pointing out that my nipples got hard very fast when he was kissing my neck. Apparently, he finds this very intriguing.

  “Okay, well, that’s out there now,” I say, rising to stand up.

  “Wait, Lo,” he says, reaching for my hand and gently stroking my knuckles with his thumb. “Don’t get weird about it. I just wanted to know. I’m not judging you or trying to make you feel embarrassed. If anything, I think it’s kind of cute. You’re so fuckin’ innocent, and you have no idea how sexy that is to me.”

  I almost don’t know how to respond. I’m comforted by the fact that he doesn’t want me to feel shy about what I’ve just revealed. I’m simultaneously touched and annoyed that he finds this cute, and I’m just a tad surprised that he’s described my naiveté as sexy.

  “Don’t feel bad for telling me, okay?” he softly requests. “Don’t ever feel bad for telling me any sexual stuff. I tell you everything, for fuck’s sake, so there’s nothing you could say to me that would make me look at you different. You can tell me anything, anytime, anywhere.”

  I kiss his cheek and hug him. “Thanks for not making me feel super weird about it—even if you were a total shit for laughing when you first cornered me and poked at me until I told you.”

  He wraps his arms around me lovingly and kisses the top of my head. “Hey, somebody’s gotta poke you if you ever want to come.”

  I sit up and smack him in the shoulder, which makes him laugh hard.

  We return to the task at hand and decide to watch Young Frankenstein—a regular movie, the kind that doesn’t feature gaping orifices and dildos of varying sizes. By the time it’s over, I’m feeling pretty tired, so James says I should take the first shower so I can get to bed.

  I tie my hair up in a bun, too sleepy to wash and dry it. While I lather up with soap, I think about the fun day I had with James, Chad, and Alejandro on the yacht. Chad said James was into me. I know it’s dumb, but it puts a smile on my face even now. James has been “into” a lot of girls, figuratively and literally, and I can’t help but feel flattered at the mere possibility that I might be one of them. He finds me attractive, that I know, but is he into me?

  When I’m all done, I slide back the shower curtain and gasp when I see him standing in the bathroom looking right at me. My hands frantically reach for a towel, and I wrap it around myself as I quickly try to hide my naked body.

  “Lo, I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he says with a furrowed brow like he’s in deep concentration. “I think we should do it.”

  “Do it? Do what? Not…you can’t mean that…?” My rushed words betray how flustered I feel.

  “No, not that we should fuck or anything—unless you want to—but I mean that I think you should let me see if I can make you come, ’cause, baby, you know I’m the man for that job.”

  I laugh loudly and step out of the shower, tightening the towel across my chest.

  “Just let me try it, huh?” He smiles at me in the mirror as I brush my teeth. “I could knock it out in two fuckin’ flicks of my tongue.”

  “No fucking way I’m doing that!” I chuckle.

  “Why not? I’m really good at it, not to brag or anything,” he playfully boasts.

  “Nope, not happening.” I shake my head.

  I rinse my mouth and then go into the bedroom, slipping my gray, jersey knit nightie over me before pulling my towel off discretely. He follows me and watches as I slide my panties on under the shield of my nightie.

  I lift the covers and start crawling into bed when he comes over, catches my ankle and kneels off the side of the bed in front of me.

  “Lola, you gotta let me make you come tonight,” he says with great conviction. “It’s gonna drive me fuckin’ insane for years if I don’t do it. I can’t know that you’re walking around never having felt that.”

  “Seriously?” I ask with surprise. Can he really mean that?

  “Yes, baby,” he says in a smooth, sensual tone. “I want to do it so bad. I, like, need to make you come.”

  “Um—” I pause, weighing this out. I can’t deny how much I want it, though I’m slow to nod my head. “Okay, I guess.”

  “Fuck yeah!” He smiles and makes a triumphant fist pump. “Lie back on the pillows, okay?”

  I lie back, and he looks me over.

  “It’d be a lot easier if you got naked,” he says, smiling, “but I’m guessing you’re not about to go for that.”

  I giggle and shake my head, biting my bottom lip.

  “And I’m assuming you’re not going to let me go down on you either, are you?”

  “No way!” I laugh.

  “It’ll be more intense that way.” He grins enticingly like he’s trying to make the ultimate sales pitch. “I bet I could make you come instantly if you’d let me get my mouth on you.”

  “Absolutely not!” I declare through ridiculous giggles.

  “Then we’ll just have to do this the middle school way.”

  “What’s the middle school way?” I snicker with raised eyebrows.

  “You can keep your clothes on, but open your legs wide so I can get my hand in there easier,” he instructs.

  “Well, wait, what are you planning to do?” I ask, my eyes wide with curiosity and a little apprehension.

  “I’m just gonna rub you on the outside, so don’t freak out,” he says with a shrug like it’s so obvious that I should have known it from the second he proposed this idea.

  I gulp and look away.

  “I can do it over your panties if you want, but it’ll be faster if you let me go direct,” he explains.

  “I uh…um, I mean…” I don’t know how to respond.

  “Let’s try under the panties and then, if it freaks you out, we can do over,” he offers. I nod. “I’m gonna need to get you warmed up a little first, kid, so is it cool with you if I kiss your neck and stuff?”

  I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Vivid memories of Dave Keegan’s pool party and the incident a few months ago come to mind. Both those times felt hotter than anything I’ve ever done with anyone else. The man knows how to turn a girl on, I have to hand it to him.

  “I mean, it’d be ideal if I could take this off because I know how sensitive your nipples are, and it’d be good to start out there,” he explains, tugging at the hem of my nightie.

  “Um…” I need to think about that. I want this. Bad. Still, I’m worried that I’ll like it too much and that I won’t be able to separate this from our friendship. I don’t want him to be my boyfriend, but what if this changes that?

  “I just want to touch them a little bit,” he elaborates. “You know I fuckin’ love how hard your nipples get, a
nd I know it feels good for you when I play with them. I wanna do everything that makes you feel good because I need you to let go enough to have an orgasm. A lot of this shit’s in your head, so you gotta get really into it. So…shirt off, hmm?”

  I pause and think it over. “Yeah, okay.” I nod. “But, one thing…”

  “Uh-huh?” He smiles. I think he’s enjoying this negotiation.

  “Can we turn off the lights first?” I timidly ask.

  “You want the lights off? Why?” He snickers at my shyness.

  “I just…I feel weird about you seeing me with my shirt off,” I meekly respond.

  “Why? I’ve seen you in bikinis and stuff. I saw your tits for a couple seconds just now in the bathroom,” he says like he’s genuinely confused about this.

  “I’m just…I’m not pretty, James. Not like those girls in your videos. If you really want me to take my shirt off, that means you’re gonna see me. A lot of me. I’m self-conscious because I’m not all silicone and tan like the girls in your movies.”

  He laughs loudly and shakes his head. “Are you kiddin’ me?”

  “What?” I smile at his jovial reaction.

  “Lola, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Why would you ever be self-conscious about anything? You’re a knockout, kid,” he says with sincerity. “I’m actually totally psyched to see you with your clothes off again. I think you’re gorgeous and your body’s super sexy.”

  It’s blunt, but I can tell he’s being a hundred percent honest. This isn’t just some line of bullshit to get me to take my top off; he really means that stuff. It’s kind of touching.

  I give him a subtle nod, and he sits me up and reaches for the bottom of my nightie. He gently removes it and then looks down at my bare chest for a few seconds before I feel overcome with modesty and cover myself with my hands. When he looks up at me, he’s got a big appreciative smile that makes me snicker.

  “Very nice, Lo!” he says, giving me a thumbs-up.

  I burst into laughter, and he chuckles along with me.

  “All right,” he says, taking my wrists and nudging my hands down.

  “Wait, you’re really gonna do this?” I bashfully inquire.

  “Yeah, babe,” he says. “I can’t play with your nipples if I can’t get at your titties.”