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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 65

  • Posted on December 23, 2016 at 4:33 pm

College Begins

By Cheryl Taggert 

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We managed to make a total of three movies that summer before classes started at UCLA. Deanna and I got paid $1000 each for the first two, and $1500 for the third one because the series was becoming so popular on the pay-to-view site. That meant we had earned $3,500 each before taxes by the time classes began, all for a few days of so-called work. Mom was paying my tuition at UCLA, but she decided I should pay for my books to “keep me financially responsible.” That was fine, though. I always knew whatever my mom told me to do was in my best interest.

When Deanna and I went to register for our classes, we noticed several people looking at us. You know, as if they recognized us. We both would laugh when it would suddenly occur to them where they’d seen us before. There was one very pretty girl who openly stared at us, smiling. Deanna said to her, “Take a picture. It lasts longer.”

The girl’s answer was priceless. “Already have one on my computer.” She walked away, grinning.

I called out to her, “Did you enjoy it?” meaning the movie, of course.

She turned back and, continuing to walk backwards while looking at us and smiling as if sharing something amazing with us, said, “Several times.”

She turned back around and continued walking away. I stared at her ass as she strutted along the courtyard that separated several buildings, including the one housing the registrar’s office.

Deanna punched me with her elbow and said, “Stop drooling.”

I looked at her. “Who’s drooling?”

“Are you kidding? I was wondering if we might have to step around a puddle of your saliva.”

I looked back at the cute girl who had been so bold with us, following her with my eyes until she entered another building. Then glancing back at Deanna, I said, “Anyway, if there’s a puddle, it might not be saliva.”

She just laughed and grabbed my arm, dragging me to freshman registration.

We both signed up for the same freshman English class, a requirement that we needed to take our first quarter. I also took a class in child psychology, basic introductory psychology, and a class in filmmaking for non-majors, one of my elective classes I needed to help fill out my schedule. I also took a biology class I would need. I was really interested in the child psychology class because it had a lab that would involve working with some elementary age students. I didn’t know what that would involve yet, but I was definitely looking forward to it.

Deanna, who was considering becoming a teacher, took the same biology class I signed up for, as well as sociology, introduction to education, and developmental psychology.

After we had signed up for classes, we decided to go have some lunch at one of the university food courts.

When we had sat down with our food, I noticed the same girl who had spoken to us about the movie three tables over, eating her lunch. We were sitting behind her, so she didn’t see us, but I definitely noticed her.

Deanna saw I was distracted and followed my gaze.

“What the hell?” Deanna said. “Why don’t you just go get on your knees, crawl between her legs, and lick her pussy?”

I squinted at Deanna. “You think anyone would mind?”

Deanna just shook her head. When I looked back at the girl who I thought might be the cutest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, Deanna said, “Damn, Cheryl, you got it bad. Not even the first day of classes, and you’re already in love. Or lust. Which is it?”

“For now? Lust. I don’t know about the love thing,” I said. “Yet.”

“Uh, Cheryl?” Deanna said.

“Huh?”

“What makes you think she’s interested in you?”

“Hell, she saw the movie, Deanna. She’s at least bi.”

“What I mean is, maybe she’s interested in me?”

I looked at Deanna and started to protest, but then shut my mouth. Deanna was one hot chick herself. She could be right. Then again…

“Maybe she’d go for a threesome,” I suggested.

Deanna looked at the girl, shrugged, and said, “Who knows? Maybe she would.” Deanna sipped her drink. “Let’s go meet her. You know, introduce ourselves. It’s something sane people do.” She started to get up, but I grabbed her arm.

“She knows who we are,” I said. “We don’t know who she is, though.”

Still half standing, Deanna said, “That’s sort of the point for introducing ourselves. It kind of makes it so she introduces herself to us.” Then taking possession of her arm once again with a small jerk, she walked over to the mysterious fan.

I watched as they chatted for maybe half a minute. Deanna would glance my way then look back at the girl while they talked. When they had finished their brief conversation, Deanna strolled back over to me and sat down.

“Well?” I asked.

“She’s taken.”

It’s funny. I had never even spoken to this girl, and I felt my stomach drop when Deanna said that. Disappointment flooded my veins. In the few moments while Deanna went to talk to her, I had actually begun to picture myself and the mystery girl going out for dancing, dinner, a movie, then coming back to my house for a few hours of sex, followed by cuddling, followed by a few more hours of sex, followed by a little sleep, followed by more sex, followed by a shared shower and breakfast. Then we’d have sex again for the fun of it.

“Taken?” I asked, as if I didn’t understand the word.

“Yeah, you know. As in she’s dating someone already.”

“Another girl?”

“Yes. The girl’s name is Brenda.”

“Brenda? I always liked that name.”

Deanna looked at me and realized I had misunderstood. “Oh, no. The girlfriend’s name is Brenda. The girl you’ve been creaming in your panties over is Lisa.”

Pouting, I propped my chin on my left hand as I stared at Lisa’s back. Even it was sexy.

“Don’t look so glum,” Deanna said. “You’ve still got me and pretty much any other girl you would want, including your mom, your adopted sister, her mom, your aunt, her girlfriend who is also your former teacher, my sister, my mom… who did I leave out? Oh, yeah, those adorable twins.”

“So? I wanted her too,” I said.

Lisa stood and lifted her bookbag over her shoulder.

“Sit up,” Deanna said. “You look like a lovesick puppy.”

She was right, of course, so I sat up. Lisa made it a point to walk by our table and smile at us. I think I smiled back. I may have just stared at her boobs, I don’t know. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I know that thing is subjective. Deanna thought she was pretty, but not breathtaking or anything. I, on the other hand, thought she was magnificent.

Deanna was right about something else, too. I had it bad. I had never believed in love at first sight and still didn’t. I did believe in lust at first sight, though, and I thought that was what became love eventually, making people believe in love at first sight.

I was wearing a pair of pink shorts that day that barely covered my pussy and ass. I wondered if there might be a small wet spot from the juices that had run down my butt crack and pooled there. Thank goodness I had at least worn panties that day, cotton ones with a padded gusset for comfort and absorbency. When I stood up after we finished our lunch, I asked Deanna if there was a wet spot. She checked out my ass and said there wasn’t. I was surprised. My pussy was flooding and for the first time since middle school, I considered going into a public bathroom and taking care of a few things. I think the only thing that stopped me was the fact we had an assembly for freshmen we were required to attend. They actually had a bunch of tables with a range of letters from the alphabet and we had to go to the table with the letter range that included the first letter of your last name and check off that you were there. I wondered what they would do if you didn’t sign off. Kick you out?

The assembly was about a lot of boring shit, so of course I spent most of the time looking for and fantasizing about Lisa. I knew it was ridiculous — she and I hadn’t even been introduced or anything — but it was what it was. My mind just gravitated to that. I became aware I was squeezing my thighs together to stimulate my clit when the approaching orgasm was almost imminent.

Glancing around quickly to see if anyone had noticed that the pretty blond girl on the aisle about half way from the stage was about to come, I saw only Deanna looking at me with this “Oh my God” look on her face. It was at that precise moment that I came. It was the first orgasm I had had in a large room full of complete strangers since the time I masturbated in the airport when Mom and I were picking up my grandmother.

Somehow, I managed to keep from making any noise, other than my breathing becoming faster and deeper. My hand shot out and grasped Deanna’s knee, squeezing it as the jolts rocked me. Anyone looking at me instead of the people talking to us would know that something, well, odd was happening to me.

The orgasm subsided as quickly as it had occurred. I swallowed hard and took a slow, deep breath to cleanse my mind and attempt to flush the last vestiges of the climax from my body. My pussy still tingled with the aftereffects, and I felt as though I were sitting in a puddle of my juices, which was of course exactly what I was doing. I could smell my fragrance.

I looked around again to see if anyone noticed and for the first time looked directly behind me. There sat Lisa, two rows back. She was looking at me and smiling. Embarrassment flooded me.

She knew. I had just had an orgasm, and she knew that it was probably provoked by her. I decided I had to do something about this. I planned to talk to her after the assembly. I would just tell her quite openly that I had the hots for her. Not that it wasn’t evident already.

But when I tried to catch up with her, she was already gone. I mean, that girl was fast. By the time Deanna and I had gathered our belongings, she was lost in a sea of our fellow freshmen. It didn’t help that she was not that tall, maybe 5’4″ or so and it looked like the entire basketball team was in the aisle.

By the time we had wormed our way outside, there was no sign of her, and although I looked for her everywhere we went that day, I didn’t see her again. I could only hope to have a class with her or see her somewhere on campus after classes started.

When we got in her car to go home, Deanna spoke up about the incident in the auditorium.

“I can’t believe you came during that boring talk,” she said as she started the car.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what they were talking about.”

“Yeah, I know what, or rather who, you were thinking about.”

“Hey, it was more fun than that talk they were giving us about the need to grow up and be responsible for ourselves. What childish bullshit. Can you believe they were discussing that stuff, like how to open a bank account and how important it was to stay on top of your studies?”

“I get it,” Deanna said. “They obviously have a lot of kids come here their freshman year totally unprepared for life.” Then she changed the subject back to my climax. “Honestly, though, I’ve never seen you like this. It’s like you’re obsessed with that girl.”

“I have to get her in bed, Deanna. I don’t think I can accept not fucking her.”

“Why? What makes her so important? Is it that you have made it obvious you want to get with her but she turned you down?”

I thought about that for a second. Deanna may have a point. Being turned down was bad for the ego. It had never happened to me before — okay, it had, but not often — and I was hurt that this Lisa girl wasn’t ready to yank her panties down for me, especially after I knew she had seen at least one of our movies. Several times, according to her. She had to know I had the major hots for her. Hadn’t she seen how good I could be in bed?

“Listen,” Deanna began, “she’s taken. You should respect that. Maybe she will pretend her girlfriend Brenda is you tonight? Maybe she has the hots for you as much as you have them for her. All I know is she told me she would love to get with us but she has a steady girlfriend.”

“Wait a minute!” I interrupted. “She said she would ‘love to get with us’ and you didn’t tell me that?”

“I didn’t?” Deanna asked.

“No, you didn’t!”

“I thought I did.”

“No. Believe me, I would remember if you did. That’s a major difference maker.”

Deanna’s mouth twitched into an ‘oh well’ smirk, like some kind of lip shrug, which was accompanied by an actual shrug. “Sorry. I thought I told you that.”

I slumped in my seat in disgust.

“There is one other thing” Deanna continued. “I didn’t want to say anything at the time because I knew you already felt kinda bad for coming in the middle of the assembly, but you definitely had a wet patch on your butt when you got up from your seat. You must have squirted or something.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say something?”

“I told you why I didn’t. Anyway, there wasn’t much you could have done about it.”

“That’s true, but you should have told me.”

“Sorry. Jeez, anybody ever tell you that you’re not easy to be with when you’ve been rejected?” she said before adding, “I’ve never seen you squirt before.”

“I don’t squirt.”

“Well, it looked like enough pussy juice for it. You had a spot the size of Texas back there.”

I looked daggers at her. “Are you saying my ass is bigger than Texas?”

Deanna looked at me and burst out laughing. “No. I’m just exaggerating to let you know it was pretty big. Fuck! Remind me never to turn you down when you want sex.”

“Speaking of which,” I said.

“So, you couldn’t have Princess Lisa, so you’re gonna settle for me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.”

“Do you wanna fuck when we get to my house, or not?”

“You think I’m gonna say no after saying to remind me never to turn you down? You might explode all over my nice, clean car.”

“Ha. Fucking. Ha.” I said.

“Even after that orgasm in the assembly, you want more?”

“Since when did one time satisfy me?” I said, staring out at the traffic on the freeway… traffic that was keeping me from getting home and having sex with my best friend.

“Well, that’s true,” she said, changing lanes and earning a blast from the horn of the car she cut off.

Deanna ignored it and smiled over at me. “So… you’re horny?”

“Extremely.”

Her grin widened. “I dare you to strip your shorts off and rub one off.”

I looked at her. She was serious, and the idea immediately put me in a better frame of mind. I always liked to do stuff like that. I can’t tell you how often the two of us masturbated in my mom’s car while going somewhere. We used to make it a race to see who could come first.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you horny, too?”

“Yeah, but I’m driving.”

“That’s no problem,” I said, reaching over to undo her shorts. “I can rub it for you while I rub myself.”

“Cheryl! What are you doing?”

“Getting us off in traffic,” I said, as if we did this every day.

After I had her shorts and panties around her knees, I reached down and pulled my own shorts and panties completely off. Deanna did her best to keep her eyes on the traffic, knowing full well this was going to happen just as I had said it would.

When I was naked from the waist down, I leaned back in my seat and started playing with myself, rubbing my soaking wet pussy (it hadn’t really ‘dried up’ since the assembly), and licking the juices off my saturated fingers, only to reach once more for my cunt.

After doing this for a minute, I reached over with my left hand and began fingering Deanna and flicking her clit. She was rather wet herself. My right hand dove into my pussy again. I was going to get both of us off right there on the busy freeway.

We had slowed quite a bit, and if people had looked at us, they might have been able to figure out what we were doing. In fact, I’m fairly certain the driver of the car in front of us could tell my hand was in Deanna’s lap, if nothing else. I mean, my arm was definitely extended in that direction and jiggling a bit as I rubbed her clit.

“Oh my God,” Deanna said. “Gonna come.”

And she did, all while doing her best to keep the car going in a straight line, or at least straight enough to stay in our lane.

Her coming triggered my own orgasm, of course. I know if the driver in front of us was paying attention, he would have seen my face contort into one of those pleasure grimaces we all know so well.

When I had finished getting the two of us off, I leaned over and put my face in Deanna’s lap.

“What the fuck?! No, Cheryl! You’re gonna make me wreck!”

“Then pull over,” I said, and dove into her pussy.

It wasn’t easy to lick her like this, however. It was kinda hard to get my tongue really in there to lick her clit from that angle directly above her lap. I stayed with it for about a minute before giving up. Deanna was getting too tensed up anyway.

Sitting back up, I said, “You wanna lick me?”

“When we get to your place, yes. I can’t right now, Cheryl, because I’m doing this thing called driving, and I have to be able to see where we’re going,” she said, the sound of sarcasm ringing from every syllable.

I laughed, causing her to look my way and smile. I was feeling more like myself, but I still wanted to meet this girl and, well, get to know her — like every inch of her.

When we got to my house, we managed to both get naked before we even got to the bedroom. When we entered the room I shared with Jenna, Sonia, and Sophia, the twins were lying in bed reading. They had only gotten prettier since their arrival three years ago. We said hi to them, then we got into bed, immediately moving into a sixty-nine.

At one point I looked up and saw the twins had gotten undressed as well and were watching us and masturbating. Later, I noticed they had formed their own sixty-nine, and we made love together to our own partners.

After Deanna and I came a couple of times, we joined the twins on their bed.

Sonia lay next to Deanna and Sophia snuggled up to me. My hand went to her little butt, and I began to massage the firm flesh there, dipping my fingers underneath her to smear the juices around in her pussy and over that gorgeous, little butthole. Her own hand went to my pussy and began to rub my clit.

I could hear Sonia and Deanna as they kissed, and Sonia moved down to suck Deanna’s breasts. Soon the four of us were in a pair of sixty-nines.

I loved the taste of the twins’ pussies. And those two could have at least a dozen orgasms in about an hour of making love. They were as sexual as I was at that age. I guess starting early has its benefits.

That night I lay there next to Jenna, talking about the girl I had become obsessed with. She agreed that I should do my best to hook up with her.

I fell asleep thinking of her, wondering if we would ever get together.

As it turned out, it was a couple of months later, after I had accepted the fact that it would never happen because of some things that occurred later.

But once we met again under, well, more favorable circumstances, things got very interesting very quickly.

Continue on to Chapter 66