Vincent's POV
As I looked across the water into Mercy's eyes, I thought over her question. It was easy to feel comfortable wading in the water with her. To forget about anything bad from the past. But I really liked Mercy. She was the first person I'd ever really liked. I mean, I've liked females before, but not in this way. I trusted Mercy. And I wanted her to understand me for who I was.I took a deep breath and then sighed out. Drifting through the water, I started the only way I could think possible. From the beginning.
"When I was 8, I knew who I was. For the first time," I looked over at her as I swam past her. She seemed to flow into the same pattern as I was in, and drifted around the warm water in the same way I was, all the while intent on listening to my story.
"The house I grew up in, I wasn't the only child. Every month or so, we'd get 'visitors'. A couple. Usually young, happy. The adults always made a big fuss about it; they'd get so happy, it started to rub off on us kids. So much, that we grew up with excitement over visitors, never actually sure why. Every now and then, one of the kids would get to visit with a couple more than the others. And then we'd never see them again. "
"You lived in a foster home?" Mercy asked.
"Yeah. So when I was eight, I got to visit with the nicest couple I'd ever met. And I guess they thought I was pretty nice, too, because a week later, they wanted to visit again, alone with me. They took me to the beach. It was a perfect Summer day. And I was with the perfect couple, and it was my first time at the beach. It was wonderful."
"Did they adopt you?"
I shook my head with past sadness, "No, while we were at the beach, I had seen another little boy. He was probably the same age as I was. I saw him laughing and running, the same way my foster brothers and I would play. But he had none, just a mother and a father. And he ran to his father, and the father picked the child up and put him on his shoulders and held his wife's hand. And I looked back at myself. And the couple I was there with. And I understood.
"I finally knew that what I had wasn't normal. And it killed me. It really did. I had really liked them. But I was eight, and I was sad.
"The rest of the day was awful. Not because of the things we did, but because of what I had just discovered. And I knew the couple sensed something wrong. They decided not to adopt me because they 'feared for my well-being'. Well that just made how I felt worse.
"It never really got any better. My friends around me would get adopted here and there, and I never did. When I was 18, I was released from foster care. No more than a month or two after my 18th birthday, Rick found me. He took me in, gave me a job. You know what job," I lifted a half smile over to Mercy.
She bowed her head a little in agreement.
"I didn't have anything. For me, it was the only option. And honestly, it gave me a reason to live. I was very young, and it was a fast life. I mean, it was a jolt, and at first I was in heaven. It was sort of scary.
"I mean, in my teens, I'd gone a little hay wire, especially around the time I was released from foster care. Going to random bars and staying under the radar so as not to get caught, and finding some women to have sex with. But the pornography was different.
"At first I felt invincible, everything was so planned, and thought out. But it soon became reptative, and instead of invincible, I felt invisible. Just like my years in foster care."
Mercy had stopped swimming, and was leaning back against the edge of the pool. "Do you like it now? I mean, do you enjoy what you do?" She asked.
"Honestly, no. I was planning to quit soon before Rick came to me with a new project."
"I was the new project," she said quietly.
"Yeah. Our partnership," I agreed.
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Mercy's POV
I thought about all the Vincent had told me, and I felt sad. I wanted to hug him more than anything. But also, I was confused. He didn't like his job. He wanted to quit.
"if you want to quit, why did you agree to a partnership with me?" I asked him.
"When Rick asked me to do it, I thought it might bring back some adventure to my life. He talked about how if we became famous for our partnership, we would be making a lot more money, and with that comes party's to attend. I figured it might bring back some feeling in me that was there the first time I started the job. I thought that being with a beginner might make me feel alive again. Even just for a little while."
I struggled with the thought that if I hadn't been the one to take the job, Vincent might have been partnered up with some other beginner. All that he said seemed to put my situation in perspective. This was a job. I wasn't on some silly vacation with a gorgeous guy. He was my business partner, who wanted only to do business with me.
I pulled my arms off the edge of the pool and warmed them up under the water. "Well, we're supposed to get rid of my virginity before we start right?" I asked.
His eyes looked so soft as he looked at me, "Yeah, but I want you to know Mercy, I didn't know that you were a virgin when I took the job. I'm not happy with how that worked out, and I'm sorry that I seem to be the one you have to lose it to, but I promise, I only want you to feel good. You're the best thing that has ever happened to my job."
I smiled and laughed inside. It was sort of funny to see Vincent with no shirt on, all tan and warm looking and manly, telling me the sweetest things I'd ever heard. He smiled back at me, and I swam to him. I looked him fully in the eyes, and laid my hands on his chest. He was warm. He lifted his hands out of the water and held my face between them.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," He whispered.
I leaned forward and lightly kissed his chest, and rested my head there when his arms went around me.
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Virgin Porn Star
Teen FictionMercy Clark works at the local coffee shop, but is struggling to pay the bills. A stange customer offers her the opportunity of a life time, but theres a catch. Will she accept it anyway? Vincent Palmer is on the verge of quitting his job as a porn...