“Come on, baby Fay,” she says with a smile. “Let’s go have a drink.”
I shrug, not hating the idea, and let Fiona help me out of the wedding gown. After I change, I follow her through the kitchen and out into a beautiful little garden I didn’t know was here.
“Oh wow,” I say, looking around. “It’s beautiful out here.”
It really is. There’s a full grill and wet bar pressed up against the house. Next to it is a stone patio with a hand-carved wooden table covered by a tall pergola that has grape vines curling all around it. The whole area is surrounded by tall hedges, keeping out prying eyes.
Fiona bends down to remove a bottle of wine from the fridge and pops it open, filling two delicate glasses that she takes down from the rack above the sink. I sit down at the table as she brings the glasses over.
“This is Kent’s latest vintage,” she says as I raise the glass to my lips. The wine is dry, but I feel a little bit of bubble against my lips as I sip.
It’s delicious. As I peer at it in the glass, I suddenly realize something. “Wait, has Kent been the one sending the clothes up to my room? The ones I wear everyday?”
Fiona shrugs. “Probably. He has my wardrobe restocked every couple of months, so he definitely has the stores on call.”
I stare at the door, then, a little appalled to realize that Kent has made me his little Barbie doll, dressing me up so that I look just the way he wants me to.
But behind my disgust at the idea, a very little bit of me…likes it.
“It’s so nice to have a chance to sit with you one-on-one,” Fiona says, interrupting my thoughts. “You know, have a little girl talk.”
I smile at her. “Yes, I agree. I used to do this all the time with my sister.”
“Aww,” Fiona says, giving me a warm smile. You can consider me your sister now, if you want.”
I smile at her and nod.
“So!” she says, leaning forward. “How are things going with you and Daniel?”
I press my lips together. I definitely can’t tell her the truth – I promised Daniel I wouldn’t – but, frankly, I’m dying for someone to talk to.
She leans in. “Don’t be shy,” she says. “You can trust me.”
“Well,” I say, hesitating. “I mean, I really like Daniel a lot – but, I’m just not sure we’re meant to be. Romantically.”
“Why do you say that?” she says, curious. “Is the physical connection just not there?”
I hesitate, realizing that we’re getting a little too close to the truth here.
She leans forward to whisper more. “Is he no good in bed?”
I blush terribly then, biting my lip, too ashamed to admit that I have no way of knowing. And never will.
Fiona stares at me and then figures it out, sitting back with a gasp. “You mean…you never…”
My blush deepens.
“Fay,” she says, looking actually worried for me now. “You’re not a…”
My eyes dart to her and I know she can see the truth there.
“Oh my god,” she murmurs. “You’re a virgin.”
I nod hastily and then take a big gulp of my wine. If we’re going to have this conversation, I’d rather be lubricated.
To my surprise, Fiona laughs loudly and claps her hands, tickled by the idea. “Baby Fay!” she laughs, “you are too cute!” I can’t help but laugh with her.
When she finishes laughing she shakes her head at me, truly playing the role of a big sister. “So what’s the problem, baby? Why haven’t you given it up to him? Are you scared? Shy?”
I shrug a little, not really knowing how to say it. “I’m not…opposed. I just…I don’t know what to do.”
“Well sweetie,” she says, finishing her glass of wine and standing up. “In this world, you’ve got to keep your man happy. Let me help.”
I stand up with her and swallow my glass of. Then, I follow Fiona back into the house, not really knowing what’s going on.
Fiona bustles through the house and I trail behind, following her to a door in the kitchen that I hadn’t noticed before. She opens it and heads quickly downstairs.
The air is noticeably cooler down here and we pass a series of metal doors. I slow my pace the further we go, getting anxious. What was this place?
“Just down here,” Fiona says, opening the last door on the left. I’m surprised when I enter it. It’s just a little study with a worn rug on the ground beneath a fine leather recliner. There’s a coffee table next to it and a large television facing the recliner. The walls are covered in media – old VHS tapes, magazines, books, photo albums.
“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to sit.”
“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around.
“That’s all old family stuff,” Fiona says, waving her hand at the far wall, “but this,” she leads me over to a corner with stacks of magazines and VHS tapes. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
Fiona picks up a stack of magazines and plops them in my hand. I glance at them, curious, and then realize that they’re all Playboys. I gasp and almost drop them, eliciting another laugh from Fiona.
“You see what I mean, baby Fay?” she says, adding another bunch to the stack in my hand. “You’re just a little too uptight about this sort of thing,” she says. “It’s just sex. I thought if you came down here, explored a little,” she raises a suggestive eyebrow at me, “that maybe you’d get a little…inspiration. For you and Daniel.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. Is that what Fiona thinks our problem is? I have to stop myself from laughing.
“Um, thank you,” I say, blushing again, “but –“
“No buts!” she says, taking me by the shoulders and settling me into the leather chair. “Listen, I’m going to leave you down here by yourself, so just go ahead and explore,” she says.
“There’s lots of VHS tapes up there,” she continues, gesturing towards the corner where she found the magazines, “if movies are more your thing. Stay for as long as you want – nobody is going to bother you here!”
I sigh as I find myself alone in the room, staring at the stack of porn in my lap. What the hell was I doing here? This is so not my thing.
But, well. I have to admit I’m curious about this crazy porn stash. And It’s not like there’s anything else to do. I flick through a couple of the magazines – they’re super old, definitely before Kent’s time - and wonder who collected them in the first place.
Bored with that, I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the titles.
Busty Co-Eds and their Punishing Professors
Street Skanks in 3D.
What the hell was this crap?
A few of the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down. When I open the box, the VHS inside also doesn’t have any writing on it. Maybe a home video, put over here by mistake?
Curious, I take it over to the waiting VCR and pop it in, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press play on the remote.
It is indeed a home video. The room being recorded is empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty room with two windows behind it. Frowning, I lean forward. Those windows look a lot like the ones in my –
I gasp, then, as a woman walks naked onto the screen. She lays herself down on the bed, looking offscreen at the person who must have turned on the video recorder. Then, laying on her back, she slowly lets her knees drift apart, beckoning with a crooked finger.
I stare, fascinated, as someone else comes on the screen. I slap my hand across my mouth when I realize that he, too, is totally naked. The man crawls onto the bed, slipping a hand beneath the woman to flip her over so that she’s kneeling down, her weight resting on her knees.
When the man positions himself so that he’s kneeling behind her, I get the shock of my life.
It’s Kent. I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn.
Mesmerized, I watch Kent reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way – I can’t see any details – but I can tell he’s hard and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her by the hips.
The woman’s mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she’s saying his name –
I lean forward, fascinated, when suddenly the door next to the television swings open.
My eyes fly to the door to see my worst nightmare –
Kent is standing right there.