I Did Porn But Don't Look Me Up You Probably Won't Find Me

When I was 19 I was approached by a woman who wanted me to model. She invited me to come by the studio. The receptionist passed me into a room with a big table and large posters of naked women on the wall. Not explicit below, big breasts for sure, beautiful women. My tits were small, nothing like the women on the wall.

The woman came in and introduced a man, the owner of the studio. She told me they were looking for a college student type, built more like the girl next door, all natural. She confirmed I didn't have a boob job, had me strip down to my panties, asked me how I felt kissing a girl. There would be no penetration. Purely wholesome college girls bored in the dorm.

I met the other girl, she was all jock, tanned, blonde, blue eyes. She had experience, the plot was about her teasing guys, but at night seducing her roommate and teaching her to love a woman's touch, the smell and taste of a woman. Specifically they were looking for a girl with no acting experience, and no lesbian history. That was me, one look at the other girl and I was in love.

I was surprised at myself, how easy it was to be filmed naked, to kiss and make out with the other woman, to lay back with my legs open and the camera a foot away, to kiss the other woman's pussy, her tits and lick her behind. All things I was assured newbie lesbians wanted to do.

I suppose young women new to porn fall head over heals for their first onscreen partner. I sure did. She was 20, from Indiana trying to make it big in film, I was 19 with a day job as a receptionist at a chiropractor's clinic. Love overwhelms you, the thought of her being penetrated by some stud upset me, the thought that I would play act with some other girl, or worse suck some guy upset her.

We made our one movie together, we left, ran away, got jobs as flight attendants, and settled in Dallas where we live today. We still watch our film debut, watch it and reminisce and get horny.