Novel Drama Chapter 19
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Chapter 19 – The Secret Room Downstairs–1
“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?”
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
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.
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Chapter 19 – The Secret Room Downstairs–2
“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 ing the role of a big sister. “So what’s the problem, baby? haven’t you given it up to him? Are you scared? Shy?”
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
My mouth falls open in surp
problem is? I have to stop myself from laughing.
“Um, thank you,” I say, blushing again, “but –
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Chapter 19 – The Secret Room Downstairs–3
“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. novelbin
What the hell was this crap?
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.
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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.
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.
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