“You heard me. Porn.”
“You’re not serious?”
“I totally am.”
The stunned look on my face causes him to elaborate. “Ethical porn, though. I’ve gotta make that clear. I would never contribute to an industry which defiles people. I hope you know that.”
Honestly, I didn’t even know there was more than one kind of porn, so...
“Think about it, Lainie. First of all, I went to college at fifteen. I know I sit before you a smooth, sexy beast of a nerd, but, believe it or not, I was a gangly, ungainly kid.” He pushes his glasses back up his nose as if to accentuate his point. God, he’s adorable. “And let’s face it, no college girl wants to get it on with the fifteen-year-old boy genius. My roommates would all head out the door to party every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, their fake IDs in tow. And there’s only so much studying a boy genius really needs to do, you know?” His smile manages to be both self-deprecating and devastating. “So, I’d basically have porn marathons for hours on end, four nights a week.”
I’m dumbstruck, as much by the fact that he’s talking about porn the way one might discuss the price of broccoli, asby the idea that my insatiable lover was (is?!) essentially a porn addict.
“It sounds bad, but here’s the thing. I like to figure out how things work, you know. I like to —”
“Oh my god! You weren’t just watching porn, you were studying it. You were a student of sex!”
“And you are the beneficiary of years of study, Lainie.” He moves toward me, crouching down to sit directly across from me. Taking my left hand in his right one, he pulls me forward, and I splay my legs wide, so they fall over his thighs. Our bodies meet as my chest presses against his. Those sweatpants do nothing to hide the bulge of his erection, and my sex weeps with anticipation. The sandpaper falls to the floor, and there’s no doubt we’re done working for the day.
