Erotic Education • 18+

I Was Wrong

I groaned and adjusted the hat on my head. "Mom do we have to go?"

She turned to me with a sympathetic smile. "Yes, Jackie invited us. It would be rude not to."

"But I don't wanna go to a porn party."

"Sweetie I hate to break it to you, but you go to a porn school," she laughed and swept on her floor length white coat.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The ankle length red velvet dress hugged what little curves I had, but complimented my skin nicely. I kicked my leg out, letting the slit in the dress open up to my thigh and I smiled. I looked sexy. That's all I could hope for knowing I'd see Kevin tonight.

The Santa hat on my head wasn't a need for this Christmas party but it was festive and fun.

I begrudgingly followed my mom out to her waiting car and greeted her driver with a smile. "Hey Buck."

"Howdy Gracie," his southern drawl was welcoming.

Mom and I sat in silence on the drive over to the Day's house. It was about 30 minutes but felt longer in the deafening quiet.

I thought about what I'd say to Kevin if we ended up face to face. It's been two weeks since the whole Juliet fiasco and we haven't spoken unless it was about our film project. We start filming the week we come back from Christmas break and I was terrified.

My feelings for Kevin hadn't fizzled out, I fear they had doubled. It feels secretive and sexy, like it's a forbidden love, and I hate it. I just want to feel platonic towards him like I do nearly every other guy in our class.

I guess it wasn't meant to be and I'd just have to live in this unrequited state of being until we graduate.

The Day's holiday home was a modest manor, Colonial in style, with lights strung through the trees that lined the driveway. Our family home was fairly similar, being from Pennsylvania originally, so it felt like being home for the holidays.

I'd decided to stay at school with Derek and mom was heading home tomorrow on Christmas Eve. My dad was still in London writing his latest movie so my mom was going to spend Christmas with my aunts who I didn't get along with.

Derek's family lived in Portugal, he got into the school because his uncle is an adult film director. He didn't want to fly back this year so we had a perfect Christmas all planned. We were going to decorate the tree in his dorm room tomorrow and spend the next day watching our favourite Hallmark holiday movies with a bottle of wine.

Well, we made our Christmas plan the last night I stayed over his. Y'know, the night with the shower, but we haven't seen much of each other since. We're both busy with our projects and other assignments, so I doubt anything will feel different when I see him tomorrow.

The car stopped in front of the house and Buck opened the door for my mom and I. There were a string of people entering as we did, all decked out in glamorous dresses and jewels. Not everyone here was in the industry, we don't just mingle with other porn stars, so it was bound to be a normal holiday affair.

I teetered behind my mom in a pair of her Manolo Blahnik's I'd borrowed and walked into the grand foyer. There were traditional garlands and decorations adorning the staircase and the walls.

It was warm and inviting and the house smelled like snickerdoodles. The floor was dark wood and the bannisters were mahogany with dark blue curtains at the windows.

Mom mingled into the crowd and I decided to find the nearest glass of champagne which went down far too easily.

I wandered around the downstairs of the house, noting the grand fireplace and 19th century couches that looked like they'd never been sat on. There was a tree in the what would have been called the 'Drawing Room' that nearly touched the ceiling. It was dark green and laced with rows of plastic cranberries on string and gold shiny tinsel.