Page 17 of Sex. Love. Marriage.
Jason doesn’t argue with his reasoning, because sadly, there’s some truth to it.
It’s Steve who blows out a long breath, shaking his head and propping his hands on his hips before saying, “You let your wife have sex with other men?”
Bonner winks. “What makes you think it’s only men?”
Jason huffs, annoyed. “Okay, I really need to know what she plays in. Two guys, that’s disgusting. Two girls.” He pauses and lets out a low whistle, sparking laughter in the group. “That’s art in motion right there.”
“I’m not fuckin’ tellin’ you,” Bonner says, taking a drink of his beer, his voice taking on a I’m-not-fucking-around tone. “And it’s not like these guys are coming inside my wife. They use condoms religiously. It’s all scripted. Half the time, the chick they come inside isn’t even the same one they started with. Even the fucking orgasm is staged.”
Jason waves his arms around and spills his beer all over poor Steve. “Stop ruining porn for me! It’s all I have left.”
Steve stands and then leaves, without even saying goodbye to any of us. We all watch him walk up the sloped driveway, his hands in his pockets, the glow of the street lamp creating a shadowed effect against the pavement.
“Do you think he’s gay?” Jason finally asks, tossing another empty beer can in the trash can next to me.
I shrug. “I don’t know. Who cares if he is?”
“I don’t. I’m just curious. Kate said he joined one of those naked clubs.”
Bonner laughs, shaking his head, like he’s not surprised. I’m not either.
“So, are you in porn too?” Jason finally asks Bonner, because you know we were all curious.
Bonner shakes his head. “No, not now.”
Jason raises a questioning eyebrow. “So you have in the past?”
“Why?” Bonner laughs, picking at the rubber on the stack of tires he’s sitting on. “Are you going to look me up too?”
“No. I’m just wondering how you got wrapped up in the industry. Do you just think, shit, man, I have one hell of a cock; it needs to be in movies?”
Now we’re all laughing again.
“No. It was more along the lines of, I met Ash at a party, she introduced me to some people, and I did a few parts, but it’s a lot harder than it looks.”
“Having sex?” I ask, because yeah, I’m curious too. I’ve watched enough porn in my life to know some of that shit has to be staged.
“Yeah, man. It’s not like you’re just banging the shit out of some chick. There’s like, thirty fucking people in the room and some dude looking over your shoulder with a camera.” Bonner pauses and reaches for his cell phone that dings beside him. He reads the message, then says, “It takes a lot of concentration not to blow your load the minute you’re inside her and takes the fun out of it.”
“No, kids take the fun out of fucking,” Jason adds. “Don’t talk to me about your sex problems until you’ve had sex in a broom closet to avoid getting caught by your kids.”
I stare at Jason and think about his comment. I haven’t asked why he and Kate divorced, and now I’m afraid to. I guess Kelly and I aren’t the only ones doing it in unconventional places.
It’s about twenty minutes later when Jason leaves, and swears he’s not going to google Bonner’s wife. Neither of us believes him.
“I need to go too,” I tell Bonner, tossing my empty beer can away.
Bonner stands from his place on the tires and winks at me, handing me a pill. “Try this, man.”
I examine the pill in my hand and know exactly what it is. “I don’t need that.”
“Yes, you do. It’ll help, believe me.”
And then I get pissed. How dare this little porn punk think I need help getting it up. “I’m thirty. I don’t need fucking Viagra.”
His lips quirk up, doing his best not to smile before he clasps his hand over my shoulder. “Think of it as a gift for her.”
And then he turns and goes inside his house, leaving me standing there with a little blue pill in my hand. What the fuck just happened?
