The Mommy Porn Effect

Ella, a seemingly normal woman has a very secret life. She could be the girl next to you in lecture or behind you at the store. Only, Ella has been reading, and there is nothing more powerful than words to awaken you.

Through her on/off relationship with Tyler Dobson, and her persistent curiosity, Ella comes to the conclusion; 'It's all about sex.'

Based on a true story.

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3. Chapter 3

            Amelia and I were to say our goodbyes. It would be the last time I was to see her for months to come. She still hadn’t got over the shock of Tyler and I. We spent our last day like any other day we spent together; in our pajamas, on my bed talking about meaningless gossip, eating a plethora of treats, topped off with our favourite meal from the local Indian take away.

            Amelia and I were very similar in some aspects. We both enjoyed Marvel Comics, weighed approx. 11 stone something, bore a mid length hair style, and enjoyed staying in rather than the hussle and bussle of night life others our age considered ‘fun’. We were happy to retreat into our own world of fantasy, but we had our differences. Amelia enjoyed talking about people. A lot. She would regurgitate the latest gossip as if our life depended on the amount she could spew out of her mouth. Whereas, I couldn’t care for the inner workings of a cats arse. We had been friends for 4 years or so, and I did hold her very dear, but nevertheless she was a trying friend, hard to please a lot of the time and could easily pick fault in a grain of rice.

            ‘At least the ring is pretty. Who thought Tyler would have such taste?’ Amelia tugged at my ring finger, motioning to the white gold and diamond ring that my finger had fashioned for the past week.

            ‘It’s a commitment ring...’ I corrected her suspicions, ‘not an engagement ring’. I was getting sick of the accusations of my engagement, I got enough of it from my family; calls from my Nan and Grandma, and my parents excitement. I was too young to be thinking about engagement, the ring purely symbolized our time together, neither of us were old enough, mature enough, or ready enough to make that sort of promise, but this was a step up.

            ‘What kind of commitment ring comes with no commitment?’ Amelia picked at me. The anger boiled up from my stomach, but it wasn’t her. After Tyler’s utter commitment and passion within our relationship over the summer the suggestion of an open relationship, especially after receiving a commitment ring, did not come welcomed to me. We had set rules; it was only to be for term time, and a trial at best. Other rules included only being able to sleep with a specific person once; so that emotions did not develop, the respective partner were to be told about any successful conquest and certain people were off limits completely. Tyler chose my ex partners and a couple of our closest friends to be off-limits. I chose the people that I knew desired Tyler as much as I did as a clever ploy to reduce his chances, Louise Smith and Keira Smith. Despite the last names, they were not related, but each were madly ‘in love’ with my man and posed as a threat due to history. Tyler had been with each, and there was no way I would tolerate another ‘Smith’ episode.

            ‘The kind that truly trust each other.’ I snapped. Amelia realized that this was a sore subject and reclined in her position.

            ‘I just want to make sure that this is what you want.’ She tried to defuse the atmosphere.

            ‘Chicken Tikka Masala is what I order every single time, Amelia.’ We giggled.

 

 

 

            ‘Ready to leave?’ My mother screamed up the stairs.

            ‘Yes!’ I lied. My room was hardly packed at all. I had refrained from packing in case any situation arose where I may desperately need something that I would have otherwise packed earlier; for example my old and battered teddy bear that had been hidden from daylight for the past 3 and a half years. I guess half of my belongings remained unpacked, as I couldn’t quite make myself believe this was truly happening. I was moving away from home, my family and friends; a good 2 and a half hour drive away. Shock did not cover it.

            I started passing my bags down to my father at the bottom of the stairs to see them vanish out of the front door to be placed in a tetris like fashion in our Honda Accord, saloon. Taking one final look around the room, I almost produced a singular tear as the memories flooded back through me. I saw my plain, minus stains, purple wall-paper and carpet, my single bed that had replaced my queen size stand alone bed after being broken during a night of heated sex, proving awkward to explain to my parents. Jumping on the bed with my boyfriend didn’t seem to prove a convincing explanation. Gaining composure I joined my parents in the car, holding my belongings, half to prevent an avalanche.

            We had to pull over for petrol as we reached the second hour of our journey. The voyage had gone fairly smoothly; little traffic, clear roads and clear skies. My dad jumped back into the car after having paid for £50 worth of petrol.

            ‘Should we give her, her leaving present now?’ My mum piped up form the passenger seat.

            ‘Hmm, has she been good enough?’ My father joked, turning to look at me falsely accusatory.

            ‘I reckon so.’ My mum started rooting around in her handbag and tried to contain her laughter. What the hell was this going to be? Pulling it out she threw it to the backseat. I momentarily let go of my hold to catch the small item.

            ‘Duct tape!’ My mother exclaimed. I began to laugh. It was a long lasting family joke. Duct tape fixes everything. No matter what goes wrong, duct tape was the solution. She found it a fitting present for my departure into the big, wide world.

            ‘Thanks, Mum.’ I giggled, and our journey continued.

            It was the second time I had seen the apartment, but the original viewing was jaded by the amount of work being done and random furniture lying about the flat. It was more beautiful than I remembered. Up six flights of stairs, no elevator situated my new home. An old Victorian building in the center of Eastbourne Town. The entire street had quite stunning architecture. As you walk in, you can see the dark blue clean kept carpet and the tall off white walls, an ornate coffee table centered in the hall way and the 8 doors that came off it. The first to the left leading to the kitchen, small but endearing, it had stone flooring and a risen stone breakfast bar. On one side it held cupboards and shelving, the other the everyday white appliances, with a lovely emerald kettle to make for a vintage feel; white walls and matching stone surfaces in a light brown. High black chairs surrounded the breakfast bar that led out to the balcony. The next door led to the bathroom. A large white bath along the side, a white sink and a toilet on the other and a large, wooden shelving unit in the corner for the toiletries of the house. It seemed unnervingly clean. One door down situated Sam’s room; the oldest of the Sam’s. I now lived with 2, both female which would make for confusion. The next room being a utility. It oddly homed another bath shell filled with potted plants we were told we had to look after. The green leafy mess and cracked bath tub at least made for good conversation starters when meeting people. The younger Sam, studying nursing, was at the end of the hallway, and the living room opposite the utility. The living room was what originally sold me on the flat. It was grand, furnished with 3 sofas, oddly patterned but covered with black throw rugs tucked in by the walls, a low, long black wooden coffee table, black floorboards, a fluffy red rug that covered almost every inch of flooring, a small TV stand that held a 20” flat screen TV, but finally the awe-inspiring, massive bay windows that illuminated the room. Getting closer to the main entrance again, you came across Sara’s room – a Postgraduate from Austria. John’s room was closest towards the door, with my room inbetween. John was a gay, 21 year old studying Mental Health.

            I helped my dad drag the mountains of bags and boxes into my room and before I knew it, I could no longer see my floor; which sported the same blue carpet from the hallway. My room looked bare and lonely; an unfurnished single bed in the corner, an empty desk across the way, a black wooden bookcase opposite and a tiny alcove that would accommodate my clothing on a small black clothes rail. Cluttered with boxes my mum sat on my plain white mattress and helped me unpack.

            After my landlady had walked me through the flat a final time informing me of safety procedures and the logistics of each appliance, my parents left to head home, it was getting late. Staring at my room I decided to call it a night making sure to unpack that all-important tattered, old teddy-bear and scrambled into bed avoiding the masses of boxes.

            Two weeks went past and I had completed my introductory week of University. Amelia had been contacting me constantly with messages of ‘I Miss You’s and ‘When can I see you?’s, but not a word from Tyler yet. I guess it was to be expected. He was moving into his University home as well and starting his own course; it had been extremely busy. I tried not to think about it and focused my energy on the excitement for my first week of actual lectures. Reading International Event Management BA (Hons), I honestly did not exactly know what my lectures where to entail. I had never studied anything similar so it would be a whole new concept to wrap around my brain, and only hope to make sense of. I was in a higher league now and a mixture of excitement and fear washed over me as I got ready.

            I had already met some of my classmates from the introductory week, but thanks to my debilitating shyness, I had failed to start any form of conversation with anyone, disregarding the occasional back channel noise, or nod when approached. This day were going to be different though, we were to be placed in groups to work on a mini event at the University. All of the related courses were taking part. Hospitality students prepared a meal, Tourism students took care of waiting and loading people, and finally us – the Events team worked on decorations and timings.

            Sat at a table surrounded by 4 other students, I was silent. I had arrived late and missed the introductions, missing everyone’s names. Crap. Starting a conversation was all of the sudden all the more difficult. We set off on working on table decorations with a plethora of random arts and crafts objects. All coloured pipe cleaner, an old tissue box, some tissue paper and glue. Scouting around some of my teammates found colourful feathers and glitter. To my side sat a girl not too dissimilar to me. She seemed a little removed from the group, alike me, but she was powering through positioning pipe cleaners strategically around the tissue box.

            Once finished the event began, our oddly tissue paper covered tissue box with pipe cleaners folded to resemble flowers protruding out of the top now sat proudly on one of the main tables. We hadn’t done so badly looking around comparatively at the over teams attempts. Our peculiar table centerpiece was enough to win first prize. My first accomplishment at University – Arts and crafts suitable for a 4 year old. This even came before my ability to talk – Mastered by most over the age of 2.

            ‘Hey, I’m Hannah.’ The girl I had noticed at the table approached me. I suddenly recognized her from the University Open Day. She was slightly shorter than me, perhaps 5’5”. Modeling perfect, well-kept, long brunette tresses, falling below her collarbones. She had one of those faces, the one’s that most girls envy, perfectly symmetrical with a flattering olive complexion, the sort that would get away without make-up on a bad day.
            ‘Hi.’ I muttered in response, a little taken back.

            ‘I live in the town center, by the sea, where about are you?’

            ‘Oh, same actually, it’s a bit of a walk, we can walk together if you like?’ I was surprised by the words that had escaped my mouth, but it was said now.

            ‘Actually I have a car, I could give you a lift if you like?’ Hannah generously offered and it did not take much time to contemplate, I was not looking forward to the hilly return. I accepted her offer and we walked to her car, a red Mini. It was cute. I gave her directions to my apartment and invited her in for a drink, it was the least I could do after she had saved me from the endless walk home. After all, I needed to make friends here, I was alone, and Hannah seemed friendly and approachable.
            ‘Wow, you live here?’ Hannah searched the apartment. ‘It’s so much nicer than my digs, and better kept.’ I wondered what her house must look like but didn’t think on it too much.

            ‘I’m very lucky I guess,’ I changed subject, ‘Cup of tea? Coffee?’

            ‘Ooh, a coffee would be perfect, thank you.’ Hannah was polite and seemed as if she might have been a little shy too with her reserved posture. She must have been like me, desperate to make a friend here, but a little unsure of how to act. We had been brutally ripped out of our childhood and placed into a new world. One with bills, consequences, genuine hard work and chores! It was enough to catch even the hardest of people of guard so shy people like myself had no hope.

            The night continued, Hannah had stayed about an hour. We made general talk about University work and how we had got to University. Hannah wanted to be a marine biologist but didn’t get the grades she expected and got into International Events Management through clearing, like me, which explains why I had seen her on one of the late open days. I told Hannah about how I didn’t receive the grades I had hoped for either, but luckily found this course.

            ‘My mum’s going to be so happy I’ve made a friend.’ Hannah exclaimed as she was heading out of the door. Yes! I actually made a friend, the realization hit me that maybe this whole meeting-new-people concept wasn’t going to be as difficult as I first thought.

            ‘Haha! Mine too! I’ll see you at Uni tomorrow, yeah?’ I replied, just happy to know that I had actually made a friend myself.

            ‘Yeah, I have to drive past yours to get to Uni, if you want a lift, stand outside the bottom of the road and I’ll pick you up around 8:40am?’ She stood halfway out of the door.

            ‘Oh, thank you, that would be great!’ and with a flick of her brunette hair Hannah disappeared down the stairs. I returned to my new room, for the first time feeling a little more at home.

            I checked my phone and laptop for any messages from Tyler. Nothing. I decided to text him.

            From: Ella      

            To: Tyler

Hi Tyler, just downloaded Skype! We can video chat online. Download it for me? Missing you, hope to see you soon J xxx

           

Hannah had given me her number earlier on in the night so I made sure to save it properly, in case I couldn’t make it for the lift for any reason, but then I put the phone down and refused to hover over it waiting for a response. I had barely made it to the living room before I heard my phone ringing. I ran back hoping to see Tyler’s caller I.D. without checking I answered the phone.

‘Tyler?’ My eyes had lit up.

‘No Sweetie, it’s me. Were you waiting for a call?’ My Mum’s voice dampened my excitement and I tried to not sound disappointed, I was happy to hear from her.

‘Oh, Hi Mum, sort of, but it’s not important.’

‘I just wanted to know how the first day of University went? Made any friends? Done anything excited? Getting drunk out of your skull yet?’ My mum had always given me free reign but even hearing her ask me about how drunk I had gotten still put me on edge, there is never a proper way to answer that question, even if you’re nearing 19. I told her about Hannah, and the contest that afternoon, avoiding all conversation regarding Tyler and our lack of communication.

After the phone call had ended, checking my phone there was still no word from Tyler. I turned on my computer and decided to check online. Still no word from Tyler. Searching through my face back I came across a message from one of the girls I might have moved in with; Kelly.

‘Hey Ella, having a house warming party this weekend, you should come, meet some new people. Would be good to see you there!’ I took a moment to consider the possibilities. I could get too shy and sit in the corner all night, or I could go there, meet loads of new friendly people alike Hannah and become suddenly popular. I finally decided on texting Hannah and asking her if she wanted to come with me, after all she was my only friend here and it would be nice to show up with someone I knew.

Seconds later a text came through – ‘Sorry Ella, I have my mum up this weekend helping me finish move in, thanks for the invite though! Have fun xxx’ Damn! I couldn’t deny having hoped the message had come from Tyler, even though I knew it would be Hannah. A girl I had met today was more interested in talking to me than my boyfriend of an on and off 5 years. This realization forced me to reply to Kelly, ‘I’ll be there J’. I was not going to sit around a mope waiting on Tyler.

The week went all too quickly. Hannah and I had been sitting next to each other in lectures, talking about the work mainly and bits and pieces about life back home. We were both in a relationship, both on the course through clearing, we both felt we needed some help with perseverance, and we both wanted to get fit throughout University. We were fairly similar, we shared the same views about so many subjects and we had started to get to know each other well. The work wasn’t as hard as we thought, but we had already been assigned our first assignments.

Friday came all too soon and a sinking feeling hit my stomach. What had I done?! I had to find Kelly’s house when I barely knew the way back to my own, and on top of that I was going alone. I stumbled into my kitchen out of breath from the challenging staircase. John was making himself some dinner; it smelled delicious. Pasta and a tangy, tomato sauce. It was definitely time to start thinking about what I should eat. It would have to be something quick so that I had enough time to get ready.

‘What’s up? You seem on edge, darling.’ John lightly touched my shoulder reassuringly.

‘It’s nothing.’ I lied terribly. It was easy to see through my lies.

‘Have you still not heard from that boyfriend of yours?’ John was prying, but I was not going to give that information away lightly.

‘There’s this party tonight, but I don’t want to show up alone.’ I redirected his concerns somewhere I felt more comfortable talking about.

‘Well that’s easy to fix, I’ll come with you. It’s a perfect solution! I just finished my essay and you don’t have to go alone. Plus you should be going to these parties and meeting people. You’re a fresher, Ella!’ John looked at me as if he had answered my every qualm and theory from the age of 2, like a child tugging on my clothing. I didn’t dare tell him that I wasn’t sure I wanted to go as he had already bounded off to find an ‘appropriate outfit’, plus, John was right. I needed to go out, especially considering if I didn’t I would only be waiting by the phone for any contact, from the now more distant than ever, open relationship, non-committed boyfriend. ‘Why am I waiting around?’ quickly fleeted through my mind but I quickly silenced it and started to get ready.

John and I walked down the narrow lanes of Eastbourne, finally stumbling upon the house with lights shining from it, load music and smokers outside the front. We stopped for a cigarette and started to mingle. People were surprised to hear that John was actually in his final year of University. Most of the students were studying different courses to me, most of them studying sports in some way or another, be it journalism or science. Kelly bounded outside, blonde hair a mess flailing behind her; she was drunk. She clocked on that I had arrived and bounced towards me in all her drunken glory.

‘You must be Ella! So nice to meet you! Come in and dri…’ she paused and finally realizing I had bought a friend, ‘Oh, and you bought a friend, whose this loovelyyy man.’ She emphasized the ‘lovely’, but it seemed genuine.

‘Hi, I’m John, I hope you don’t mind, Ella wasn’t sure how to get here so I offered to come with.’ John was confident and smiley, he seemed quite personable.

‘Not at all!’ Kelly grabbed our hands and pulled us into the house for a tour. She showed us where the toilet was, and her room where people were playing drinking games. It was some card game I had never heard of; Ring of Fire. We ended up in the small courtyard like garden with a metal garden table in the center surrounded by matching ornate chairs and a cobbled path. People sat outside, more smokers I thought to myself, at least I wasn’t the only one, maybe my one flaw was going to be my saving grace.

John was the life of the party, socializing with every single person that approached us, I tended to get pulled into conversation quite often about people’s home lives, where they had come from and their journey to University. We were still firmly in fresher stage. As the night was during to a close I felt the alcohol seeping through my system slowly, I was getting tired and people were leaving. I would be happy to go home and sleep, but John had other ideas.

‘Let’s move the party back to our place! We can carry on and pick up chips on the way home!’ The hungry hoard of drunken teenagers rallied around us, maybe John wasn’t the best person to accompany me. I didn’t want to annoy my new flat mates. Surely enough, a few minutes later I was walking down the street followed by the herd of students and Kelly. It was starting to become light again; it was late. The path was lit by street lamps, and deafening screams of stumbling students made me wish for sleep. We arrived back home and checking the time I realized it was 4:36am. I stopped myself from running into my room to check for messages from Tyler, and stayed with the others. We went into Greg’s room to watch Harry Potter, a peculiar turn for the night, but certainly better, and quieter, than running a riot through my flat. I sat on top of the pillows at the head of John’s memory foam mattress, double sized bed to make room for the others. Kelly sat in front of me inbetween my legs. John set up his computer and inserted the disk, returned to the bed and the film started. I could feel my eyes getting heavier. Kelly grasped my arms and positioned them across her.

‘I’m cold!’ Kelly moaned, feeling out of place I left my arms where they were. Not too much time had past and Kelly was wriggling in her position, almost grinding against me. The shy child inside me wanted out.

‘I’m quite tired actually, I think I might go to bed.’ And with that, I pried myself out of the situation and headed for my door, but a tug on my hand pulled me back. My heart leapt into my throat as I turned to see Kelly. She was quite beautiful, a sporty figure and center parted hair. I hadn’t noticed that before, most girls can’t pull off a center parting.

‘Can I join you?’ Kelly pleaded with me, it must have been obvious I was too tired at now reaching 5am in the morning. My social awkwardness lead me to reply with a nod as we head back to my room.

‘Your rooms really nice! I like the fairy lights across your bookcase.’ Kelly complimented the room, perhaps trying to mask the awkwardness.

‘Erm, thank you. I felt it gave a more homely feel. I can get a little weird away from home sometimes.’ I tried to disguise my estrangement to the situation. Sitting on the bed, I crossed my legs, desperately looking for a place to rest my eyes as Kelly undressed. I had assumed she had brought pajamas for the night in the bag that hung so loosely off her right shoulder, but when I looked back up I was shocked to see a scantily clad girl, wearing a short referee costume from Ann Summers looking down at me. She pulled my now shaking legs out in front of me and straddled me. How the hell did this happen? My mind was racing ten to the dozen. This was not how I expected this night to pan out.

Kelly leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips, her hair acting as a curtain to the outside world.

I started to wish I had worn something a little less vulnerable that evening, sat in my cream and black lace mini dress, which seductively revealed my cleavage. In the back of my mind, I knew Tyler would be jealous of people staring at me, and although he wasn’t around to know, it was my own form of payback for the lack of attention, but now I was in an extremely vulnerable position with a now horny, drunk and ready woman straddling me as I lay dumbstruck.

‘I’ve been staring at you all night, I was wondering when you would ask me to come to bed.’ My logical brain started to search for any clues that may have warned me about her intentions, and suddenly realized, I hadn’t asked her to accompany me, had I? Had I inspired this? My first shocked thoughts flicked to the open pages in my mind of the sexual experiences I read about and I had always dreamed about partaking but never followed up. I had an opportunity to try something new, but my confidence was at an all time low. This girl was beautiful, perfect toned stomach and I was flabby at best, I did not want her to see me. It was all or nothing. Or was it?

Kelly continued to kiss me, the shock slowly transformed into excitement and I retaliated, meeting her kiss with equal passion. I carefully switched our positions laying her on my single bed, situated between her ivory, smooth legs, I began making my way down her body. Showering her neck in kisses, then her collarbone. My hands were starting to shake involuntarily, and noticeably, as I raised them to her shoulders. I traced my hands over to her bra and dress straps, slowing pulling them down either side of her arms, her held tilted back and my confidence grew slightly. She wanted me to continue. My heart beat quickened as I released her bra, black and lacy, alike the front of my dress, easily a DD cup size.

‘Double E.’ Kelly looked up at me in a proud fashion. Holy crap, I wasn’t even sure that size existed non-surgically, mine paled in comparison at an average D, but I was more concerned about what to do with them. I had watched porn before, and knew what men had done to me so I tried my best to recreate it. I ran my tongue down her neck, between her cleavage and round to her now erect nipple, swirling my tongue around her, she was now moaning fairly loudly. My hand had instinctively risen to fondle her opposite breast. I gently nibbled at her, knowing that when Tyler had done that to me, I always responded well.

A few minutes passed and I knew that I couldn’t remain in the safety of her cleavage much longer without awarding some form of retaliation. I ventured further down, kissing the way, more so to avoid communication than for her pleasure. She gripped at my hair and pushed me down.

‘Use your teeth,’ she ordered me. I was getting instructions? ‘To pull my pants down.’ She elaborated. I did as I was told unable to respond. I lifted the black skirt of her dress up above her pants. The task was harder than I thought it would be and the unusual sensation of fabric between my teeth sent shivers down my spine. Leaving one hand above waist to continue fondling, my other met her thighs tracing upwards until I was exploring somewhere I had only explored on myself.

‘Just think of it like masturbation, being able to watch yourself.’ Kelly was now directing me more fully, I think she could tell I was a novice, my nervous aura must have given me away. My finger danced along her clitoris with a small amount of pressure and I could feel her moistening beneath. I slowly inserted my middle finger inside of her, in and out in a hypnotic trance. A moment of clarity became me and I remembered Tyler’s technique of stroking the inside wall of my vagina which drove me mad, I followed his lead as if he were there with me. Kelly’s moans growing louder informed me of my accuracy. It wasn’t long until my confidence had grown enough to try being a little more experimental and thank God too. Kelly wanted more. Grasping my hair more firmly she positioned my mouth to her clitoris and no instruction was needed. I inserted my ring finger as well now, and my tongue tasted her for the first time. This was insane, I never thought I would find myself in a position quite like this.

I saw the time on the clock beside me 7:58am. Shit! People would be waking up soon surely, at least those without a hangover. I pulled up.

‘What’s wrong?’ Kelly examined me quizzically. Unable to think of any excuse I blurted that I needed a cigarette.

‘Oh thank God, me too, you’re just too good.’ Kelly bought her body up to meet mine and kissed me once more. ‘Cigarette?’ The relief was unbelievable. We headed to our balcony. After we had finished, with yet another flick of hair, another person vanished down the staircase. I returned to bed to check my phone.

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