To watch porn

"Porn."

Nope. He was way, way off-base.

"...huh?"

"I want to watch porn," she said, turning towards him, dead serious. Aaron opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

"Porn…?" he repeated carefully. He stretched out each syllable of the word and made sure he heard right. To his dismay, Cassandra nodded.

"Porn."

"Wh-why porn?"

"I asked about it once and everybody said to never bring it up again. I tried doing research but the information was blocked for me. Me, specifically." Cassandra placed a hand to her chest. "But why? I wanna know."

"Okay. Okay. Huh." Aaron licked his lips and found his throat struggling to speak. "Do you…do you know what porn is?"

Cassandra made a hole with one hand and used her other index finger to repeatedly thrust into it. "Sex," she responded. Aaron was immediately doused in relief.

"Okay, so you know." Aaron sighed loudly from how relieved he was. "But we've, uh, had sex. So why…you know?"

"Barbara made it seem like it was something terrible. Dick made it seem funny. I want to know why."

Aaron was speechless. Cassandra, on the other hand, kept fingering her hand with a blank expression. It was authentic curiosity that was driving her to say these things, nothing more. For a moment, he thought she was one of those people who liked to watch porn with friends. Leave it to Cassandra to be oblivious.

"Alright, we can watch…porn."

She stopped with her theatrics and visibly brightened up. As Aaron returned with his laptop, she sat on the couch with her knee bouncing excitedly. He turned it on, the screen returning to life, and with hesitant touch went to PornHub. Cassandra hovered close to his arm, peering attentively as the thumbnails of nude women and men flashed. He could sense the atmosphere of the area shift.

He scrolled down, searching for something good, maybe vanilla. As he did, Cassandra asked, "What porn do you watch?"

"...er, I guess…I dunno. Anything."

Her fallen expression **** him to reconsider his answer.

"POVs. Like, uh, point of view videos where it seems like you're the one being serviced."

Aaron's ear crept with heat. Fuck, that was embarrassing to admit. Not thinking, he quickly clicked on a video and was blasted with the PornHub intro. That stupid jingle lowkey scared him and he nearly put the volume down to zero. However, remembering Cassandra was beside him and seeking answers, he set it to a moderate level.

The video was admittedly generic. White guy fucks blonde bimbo, makes her moan like crazy, then busts a nut on her back. Five minutes long, it wasn't particularly interesting or hot. Aaron glanced at Cassandra and saw how captured she was.

"It sounds fake," Cassandra commented, palm cupping her chin. "Very fake. But…funny." She giggled.

"It is acting, after all."

Cassandra looked at him as if he said something blasphemous. "So it's all fake?"

"Not all of it. Some people make sextapes and post them here, so it depends. This video here was made by a company. Those tend to be fake."

Her mouth went into an O-shape and she returned to the video with rapt interest. She was like a critic watching their favourite show, finding it fascinating and intriguing rather than what it was intended to be: fun.

He moved onto another video, then another. They spent over an hour browsing through sex video after sex video, learning about the ins and outs and the various fetishes on the site. Even Aaron was learning something from this. He had never explored the website fully. Normally, he clicked on a video, beat his meat, then clicked away. He had never ventured the site like this before.

"Oh! Oh my god! Oh gooood~!"

Watching a bunch of black dudes fuck the shit of a tiny white girl was rather intriguing to Cassandra. There was the size difference, of course, and the mesmerizing sight of a woman having something so big inside her, but also the notion of getting every single hole of yours filled. It was sensational and thought-provoking. Aaron suggested buying toys to simulate that effect. Cassandra seemed very taken by the idea.

"You're so deep in my pussy!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The moans weren't terrible but they were cringy. Usually Aaron would listen with headphones but that wasn't possible with Cassandra present. She wanted to hear this. The speakers were half-way to the max and the moans shrieked out without the suppression of headphones. He **** himself to adjust to the uncomfortable sounds.

"Why are their thingies small?" Cassandra asked innocently. Aaron cleared his throat and his cheeks turned a polite shade of red.

'She must be comparing them to me.'

"They're not small, they're actually above average," Aaron explained. "They do stuff with the camera to make it bigger too but I'm pretty sure they have to be at least six inches."

"I know that," Cassandra said. "But I thought they would be bigger." Now he was confused. But before he could spell out his question, Cassandra pointed to Aaron's crotch, then her eyes. "I can see everybody's size. Most are about this long." With her index finger and thumb, she showed a three inch space. "I know they are soft but I thought they would become this big when they get hard." This time, she used both her hands to demonstrate her meaning. Aaron guessed it was an eight or nine inch gap. He stared down at her with his flattest expression.

"Cass, you're amazing, I admire you and think you're brilliant in so many ways, but eight inches? Where in the world did you get the idea that that was the average size of an erection?"

She gestured at his crotch. "You."

"Oh." His face flushed and he glanced down sheepishly. "Right. I'm about that large flaccid. That's, ah, fair enough."