Mom is trying to act nonchalant, but I know she is bothered by my decision to spend the afternoon with Mitch. It's not Mitch himself that is of concern to her, it's just that she is afraid I'll form an emotional relationship with him and end up getting hurt.
She has told me that she trusts my judgement, and for the most part she does, but doubts linger in her mind where Mitch is concerned. Mitch is a porn star and Mom is a highly successful director at the studio where they both work.
At my request, and after a little handwringing, Mom arranged for Mitch to relieve me of my virginity on my eighteenth birthday a week ago. Mitch did so as a favor to her because of their working relationship. Against astronomical odds, I had an orgasm during the encounter. All my previous orgasms had been self-inflicted. Needless to say that one blew my mind and ultimately caused a seismic change in two people's lives; mine and my best friend Bonnie's.
The event was captured on video, the result of a compromise between my mother and me. I wanted her in the room with me when I was with Mitch. She balked. The solution was for her to monitor what was happening via video feeds. She'd be close by, but not actually in the room. As it turned out, the existence of that video had a profound effect on Bonnie.
Sex with Mitch was so pleasurable that I asked him if he'd be willing to help her. She'd had sexual intercourse before but with less than satisfactory results. Guys our age are only interested in their own gratification. Mitched readily agreed.
A few days ago, Bonnie and I were attending freshmen orientation at Stanford where we'll be roommates and starting classes in a few days. Stanford allowed the incoming newbies to spend a couple of nights in their assigned rooms to get a taste of dorm life. Our room is at the end of one wing, sharing only one wall with another unit. That suits us just fine since we often masturbate together and have been known to get a bit noisy. The greater the distance between us and our neighbors, the better.
On our first night, I showed Bonnie the video of Mitch doing away with my virginity and the orgasm that occurred a few minutes later. I also showed her a video clip of Mitch fucking a young woman named Dani that had been extracted from a feature length porno flick by my mother.
That's all it took. When I told her I'd asked Mitch if he was willing to help her, and he agreed, she jumped at the chance. But like me, she was reluctant to be alone with a stranger and wanted someone to have her back. Her mother, a wonderful woman in all respects, is nowhere near as open-minded as mine. That left me to perform the duties of faithful sidekick.
The upshot of all this was that Bonnie and I spent an hour or so in Mitch's bedroom yesterday morning; her getting her brains fucked out while I served as chaperone. Mitch has cameras installed in strategic locations throughout the room that recorded the action from a variety of perspectives and transmitted the footage to my laptop.
Mom refused to be involved in Bonnie's sex life but she did install editing software on my laptop, so polishing Bonnie's encounter with Mitch became my job.
It took several hours yesterday afternoon, while Bonnie was napping in exhaustion at her house, to get somewhat proficient with the software and then produce a decent quality product. Mom wouldn't help directly, but she answered questions when I got stumped. All in all, I am pleased with my work and I believe Bonnie will be as well.
Two other things are worth mentioning. The first is that Mitch expressed an interest in having sex with me again. I agreed, with the proviso that Bonnie's needs be met first. Since Saturday was her day, Mitch and I settled on Sunday for our get-together. Today is Sunday.
The second is that I watched Mitch perform oral sex on Bonnie and reached two conclusions; I want him to do that to me and I want to do it to her. When I confessed yesterday afternoon, with my heart pounding in my ears, she told me that she had become attracted to me in a different way as well. We made a bargain. I would do a final editing job her video, have my tryst with Mitch, and edit that one as well. As soon as possible after moving into our dorm room, we would view the videos together and then experiment with a little girl-on-girl sex.
Her video is now done and I will soon be on my way to Mitch's. His job is to teach me everything he knows about sex, other than anal, so that I can apply what I learn to relationships with other guys in the future. Mom says Mitch is the best in the porn business. He also works as a paid escort for upper class women looking for a little action. I couldn't ask for a better teacher.
Mitch understands his role and has no more interest in a romantic relationship with me than I have with him. Mom is worrying for nothing, but that's often what mothers do.
Mitch and I will have about four hours together today. He told me he recovers quickly, so I expect to get fucked in a lot of different ways. Based on my earlier experience with him, I'll surely have several exquisite orgasms.
****
I have prepared carefully. I'm wearing a flower print wraparound dress with a lot of green in the pattern to complement my red hair and simple flat sandals to match. The dress displays a bit of braless cleavage and a lot of leg. I've chosen the crotchless panties that Bonnie gave me for my birthday.
I've showered, shaved my legs, trimmed my pubic hair, and brushed my hair to a high luster. I'm wearing no makeup. Bonnie wore a little yesterday and it just got smeared.
After one last look in my full-length mirror, I'm ready to go but I suddenly get an attack of the butterflies. Mitch has been a gentleman every time I've seen him, so I have no reason to mistrust him, but I'm about to spend all afternoon having sex with him. Alone.
"You're a big girl now, Jodi," I murmur. "You're no longer a virgin. By dinnertime you'll be a woman with a lot more sexual experience than you have right now. Take advantage of this situation and enjoy yourself."
I really don't want to run into Mom on the way out the door but it happens anyway. She isn't judging me, but she's still worrying that I'll grow too close to Mitch. We've already had this discussion, so I'm grateful that she doesn't bring it up again.
"Have a nice day honey. Call if you need me,"
"I will Mom. And thanks. Love you," I tell her as I give her a quick kiss.
"Love you too, Jodi."
****
Twenty minutes later I park my new Beemer, a birthday gift from Mom and Luke, behind Mitch's Corvette, grab my laptop, my backpack, and climb the steps to his front door. As I start to ring his doorbell, the door swings open to reveal Mitch already in a short terry cloth robe, a glass of sparkling wine in one hand.
"Come on in," he says, handing me the glass as I cross the threshold. He offered Prosecco to Bonnie and me yesterday but she declined, obviously wanting to get down to business. That's what I want too, but we have plenty of time so I accept the glass.
"Prosecco?" I ask
"Yep," he replies, picks up another glass, and clinks it against mine. "Here's to multiple orgasms."
"I'll drink to that," I respond with a smile and then take a sip, "but can we drink these upstairs?"
"In a hurry are we?" Mitch asks, a wide grin splitting his face.
"Not really," I lie with a nervous little smile. "But I'd just as soon be upstairs, assuming you don't have anything planned for down here."
"I don't. Are you nervous?"
