Ricochet by Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

me come, sir. Please.”
    Usually this does it for me. But I feel nothing. Not even
turned off . I’m just…empty.
    I mute the video and debate about purchasing another, but
I’m not even sure a film with my favorite porn stars will help. This seems
silly when all I want is Loren Hale. Visual stimulation doesn’t cure the
craving for my boyfriend.
    Tonight’s miserable experience suddenly triggers a recent
memory with Lo—when he was sober for a very short period of time. I pause the
film and wipe my eyes.  
    Lo plopped on my bed in our Philly apartment while I fired
up my porn. I’d asked him if he wanted to watch a video with me, thinking it
might be different now that he was sober. He had looked at me with crinkled
eyebrows and a crooked grin before shrugging and following me into my room.
    On the screen, a girl-next-door blonde rested in the jail
cell, and a young, sexy cop entered, scanning her body with a lustful gaze.
    “Why is she even there?” Lo asked, wrapping an arm around my
shoulder. I rested my head on his hard chest, my heart beating wildly at the
thought of what might happen next between us. I wanted him to take me just as
the cop would take the girl.
    “I think she was mistakenly jailed for soliciting or
something, and this cop is going to question her about it. But really she’s
going to have sex so he’ll let her go.”
    Lo’s brow arched. “I see.”
    I swallowed hard, wondering if he was analyzing what I
wanted. He rarely watched porn with me. Whenever I put one on, I made it a
private event, but with Lo there, the anticipation was enough to prick my
nerves and tighten my insides.
    The blonde girl fidgeted a little as the cop started to
frisk her. His fingers moved down to the hem of her shorts. “Shouldn’t he have
done that before he put her in jail?” Lo asked with a smile.
    “It’s porn. It doesn’t have to make sense.”
      Her back arched as
the cop’s fingers dipped into her panties and out of sight. “Are you hiding
anything that I need to know about?”
    She shook her head. “No…sir…” Her breath caught, and then
she let out a long pleasured moan, practically convulsing from his touch. And
my breathing went shallow.
    That was until I looked back at Lo. He wore a deep frown, as
though trying to understand me through the porn. I sat up and disentangled from
him. “This is a bad idea,” I said, about to shut it off. I scrounged around for
the remote, but he grabbed my wrist lightly.
    “No, wait, I’m watching this here.” He stayed transfixed to
the porn.
    The cop unzipped the girl’s shorts and tugged them to her
ankles and then completely off.   “You’ve
been a very bad girl. Leaving here will be very, very simple if you cooperate.
Just take this right here…” He motioned to his dick, and she grabbed it, her
eyes big and innocent. “Put it in your mouth and fuck it. Can you do that for
me?”
    The girl nodded rapidly. She leaned forward while he dropped
his navy pants—no underwear on. She gathered his cock in her hands and filled
her mouth.
    “Fuck, yeah.” He groaned deeply and pulled her hair off her
face. “Take your punishment, baby.”   I
actually thought this blow job scene wasn’t a complete turn off. Of course, it
probably helped that Lo was sitting next to me. She licked him up like a
popsicle and then popped her mouth off it with a refreshing “ ahhhh.”
    Lo let out a long laugh, breaking the mood instantly. My
whole body heated with embarrassment, not the type of “hot” I wanted.
    “What’s so funny?” I asked.
    “Shhh,” he said, a big goofy smile on his face. I tried to
speak again, but he put his hand to my lips, covering my mouth while he watched
the film, mesmerized and amused.
    “You like that?” the cop asked. The girl responded with a
deep, throaty moan, and she rocked her head back and forth again. Then she took
his cock out of her mouth and smacked it against her cheek. “Fuuuuuck,” he
groaned. “Fuck,