My Mom Was A Porn Star

Content Advisory: Some steamy thoughts, but no sex in this sampling.

Chapter One

Carrie Bingham wasn’t judgmental about what her mother and father had done to earn a living before she was born. Lots of people made some serious money in the seventies and eighties doing porno flicks. At least the films her mom and dad did were tasteful, she told herself.

She never envisioned her unique perspective might come in handy in college.

Several of her girlfriends, taking the same creative writing class from the hunkiest eligible bachelor professor on campus, had decided to put together an anthology for their class project. They wanted it to be sexy, to experiment in writing erotica.

“Can’t wait to see Mr. Bianchi’s face when he reads our stories,” Lindsay giggled, sipping on her strawberry margarita.

“I volunteer to sit in his lap when he reads it,” Daria said.

“I’ll drink to that,” added Carrie, as they tapped their glasses, spilling the icy strawberry mixture over the sides.

“Okay, ladies, are we ready for a second round?” The waiter was cute, but too short. He had to look up at the tanned girls in their children’s size small tee shirts, perched on tall metal stools around a tiled tabletop. He was nipple eyelevel. They flirted and smiled down on him like he was a piece of candy. The stools creaked as the girls crossed and uncrossed their clean-shaven legs and painted toes.

“Thank you, Juan. I’m getting this next one.” Daria answered.

The waiter, with his thin moustache and short black hair grinned, flashing his large, perfectly shaped white teeth. “One more pitcher of strawberry margaritas for my beautiful ladies coming right up.” He winked at Carrie and the girls gave her a “wooo” in unison as they collectively watched his tight butt sashay to the bar.

Carrie winced. She rolled her right shoulder and neck.

“Cute little stud muffin,” Lindsay said as she nudged Rhonda.

“Yeah, but I’m lookin’ for a nice six foot something cowboy,” Rhonda said, as she flipped her long red hair behind her shoulder and scanned the room with her sultry green eyes. Carrie watched her as the mariachi music played in the background. Rhonda went almost full circle without finding a prospect, and sighed, concentrating back on her drink.

“So,” Lindsay began, “I vote we do something like our best one night stands.”

Carrie raised her eyebrows, and asked, “Do we have to read them to the class?”

Everyone laughed.

“Hey, I don’t care,” Rhonda said, “As long as it’s mine. I’m not going to read your pathetic stories.” She tossed her red hair back and drew a slurp on her fat green straw.

“Ladies,” Juan said as he placed the pitcher down in the middle of the tall table. “And here’s some chips for you, and some salsa.” His arm lightly brushed against Carrie’s. “Excuse me, madam,” he whispered and winked again.

“Did you see that? He practically felt Carrie up right here in front of everyone,” Lindsay said, digging into the chips. Her pink lips formed a frown. Mascara had left a small black smudge under her right eye..

“Well, who could resist your boobs, Carrie, or that pent-up sexual energy, seeking release,” Rhonda offered. “If I sported your “double D’s”, I’d be bumping into guys all the time,” she deposited a salsa-laden chip on her dark pink tongue.

“Don’t go making stuff up, Rhonda,” Carrie said. “At least he didn’t drop it down my front like the waiter did at Luciano’s. Remember that night?”

“He was totally hitting on you, Rhonda,” said Lindsay.

“Did it on purpose,” added Daria.

“Made your nipples pucker, didn’t it?” Lindsay whispered.

The other girls laughed. Carrie shook her head. “Come on, let’s finish up the drinks. I have to get home. Got an early day tomorrow.”

“On Saturday?” Rhonda gave Carrie a frown, as if she didn’t believe her.

“Got to be at the gym at 8 AM sharp. I’ve a bet going with my trainer,” Carrie answered.

“That’s not all you’ve got with your trainer,” Daria whispered.

“Oh, Todd, help me with this bicep curl,” Lindsay crooned.

“Be a good boy and adjust this thigh machine for me, will you? And don’t look. I have a hole in my crotch!” Rhonda whined.

Everyone gave her the “ooohs” again. Even Carrie had to laugh.

“Okay, point well taken. He’s a hunk, but I think he’s gay. It seems like most of the trainers at University of Fit are.”

“Such a waste,” Lindsay chimed.

“They are gorgeous.”

“So not fair.”

“Well gay or no,” Carrie began, “I don’t want to loose twenty bucks to him.”

“What if you win?” Lindsay asked.

“I get a free month of training,” Carrie answered, taking a long slurp of her margarita.

“Oh Todd, train me, please train me,” Lindsay squealed, the back of her hand pressed against her forehead.

At that moment, their professor, Mr. Bianchi, entered the bar area with a tall brunette in a low-cut midnight blue dress. The shine from her bright red lips was visible clear across the room. The girls’ teasing and conversation stopped immediately.

Carrie couldn’t take her eyes off the pair. They were seated at one of the overflow dining tables by a dark window.

Mr. Bianchi’s dark curly hair was longer than most of the other professors at school. In class, she noticed more than once how slim his waist was, his starched white shirt tucked into black slacks he wore just a tad on the tight side. She could watch him draw beautifully scripted letters with the black marker squealing across the white board forever. She was mesmerized by the way his long fingers waved through the air as he spoke, and loved watching him slip his shiny hair behind his ears. This morning in class he’d smiled when he looked up and found her watching him.

Carrie felt her nipples harden as she thought about him kissing her there, feeling where his fingers could touch…

“Yoo hoo, Carrie. Don’t stare for God’s sakes,” Daria whispered.

But tonight he didn’t look her way. He was engrossed in conversation with the dark beauty in front of him, checking her out over the top of his menu. Carrie wondered how those eyes would look as he peeled back the edge of a sheet to look at her nakedness. She was jealous of the way he licked his lips, the way his eyes fell to sneak a peak at the mounds bursting above the top of the woman’s dress.

Mine are bigger…

“God, Carrie. You’ve got it bad.”

When she tore her eyes off the professor and his date, Carrie looked into the faces of her best friends, and every one of them was frowning. “I’m trying to place her. She looks so familiar,” Carrie lied. “I think she’s a friend of my older sister’s.”

Off the hot seat, the girls began their chatter again, and as the last drops of mixture were dolled out, the group got serious about the purpose for meeting.

“So, everyone, we’ll do a story, the required five thousand words, on our best one night stand, okay?” Lindsay looked one by one at the others. Everyone nodded, including Carrie. “No holding back.”

The group laughed in unison.

“Let’s take the weekend to outline some ideas, and if anyone is uncomfortable with it, we’ll talk in class Monday. Will that work?”

Again everyone agreed.

The girls stood, hugged and kissed each other, occasionally looking over to their professor.

“I’m going to say hi to him,” Daria squealed as she took Lindsay’s hand and pulled her over to the side of the room. Rhonda clopped across the floor behind them in her four-inch open-toed heels. Carrie brought up the rear.

“Hi Professor Bianchi,” Daria drooled.

He seemed genuinely surprised to see the young women, and blushed looking over at his date before addressing the girls. Carrie hid at the back, peeking an eye around Rhonda’s right shoulder, her friend’s big red hair giving perfect cover.

“The four trouble makers from my Creative Writing class, living up to their reputation, I see.” He smiled but did not introduce his companion. He began to stand, but Daria placed a hand to his shoulder lightly and shook her head.

“We’ve just been talking about our project for class,” she said.

No. Oh God no. Don’t say this now.

“Yeah, and we’ve decided we’re going to write a romance anthology,” Rhonda added, raising her head high, elongating her neck.

“Romance? Well, good for you.” The professor blushed again. His date chuckled softly, putting her plastic menu up to her nose, covering her mouth. “I look forward to reading it, then,” he answered.

“Don’t you want to know the topic?” Lindsay said, twirling her body gently from side to side.

“Well…it’s romance. I guess that would mean it’s about love,” he said.

“Sort of.” Daria answered. Carrie shook her head, but Daria continued, “We’re going to write about our greatest one night stands!”

Everyone fidgeted nervously. His date dropped her jaw and stared back at them, open-mouthed.

“Fictional accounts, please. No need to tell all…” he started to say.

“Oh, but we want to,” Daria interrupted.

The smile left the professor’s face. He bowed his head a bit, cleared his throat and said softly, making the girls lean in to hear him. “Ladies, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

Mr. Bianchi’s comment threw cold water on their fun, and ended their interchange. Carrie was so embarrassed at her friends’ display, she wondered if she would have to skip class on Monday.

But as she drove home, she recalled the gentle smile of the handsome man who looked at her today, like a real man looks at a woman. She wasn’t ashamed to hold his gaze. There was no denying it. Something was there.

And then she thought about the assignment, and gasped.

They were all to write about their favorite one-night stands.

Carrie didn’t have one.

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Please return on September 30th for chapter two of this serial. Also, if you have the time, please consider leaving us a review on Amazon. We’d be grateful for your support.

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Copyright © 2010 Sharon Hamilton

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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About Sharon Hamilton

Writing Hot Navy SEAL Romance (SEAL Brotherhood Series), paranormal romance: angels, dark angels, vamps and others, time travel. Loves gardening, especially vegetables and flowers. Lives in wine country, California, where all her stories take place. "True love heals in the gardens of the heart."
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8 Responses to My Mom Was A Porn Star

  1. Jill James says:

    What a great hook. Keep ’em coming back for more. I love the characters and I can’t wait to hear what they all write.

  2. Thanks, Amanda, for stopping by. It was my pleasure to write! And I can’t wait to see what they write as well! tee hee.

  3. Arletta Dawdy says:

    This sizzles, Sharon. I wonder what story Carrie will come up with…the plot of one of her parents’ movies? A daydream about the prof? Looking forward to finding out. Great writing.

  4. Well, that’s the point of the blog, to keep you coming back for more! We have a lot of talent here, and it has been really fun, this new project. I’ll try not to disappoint when I post Chapter Two later in the month. Thanks for stopping by!

  5. Jaime says:

    Wow mom…this seems to resonate with me. Hmm, perhaps it’s because I wanted to slowly lick melted chocolate off a certain professor’s chest! I like it – it’s a great start and I’m very excited to see what the girls write.

  6. Kelly says:

    Can’t wait to see the accounts.

  7. Carly Carson says:

    Great title, Sharon. An enticing hook to make us wonder just what Carrie will be up to!

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