I was pretty sure I knew what it was, but I plugged it in to be certain. A second later, a message popped up informing me a new remote drive had been found. My heart beat faster.
I opened it and began searching. My heart fell when I saw it was all business data. All kinds of spreadsheets and reports from his company. Damn. Another waste of time.
Then I saw a directory named ‘Home’, and clicked on it. Underneath that, there were two subdirectories, ‘Bed’ and ‘Pool’. I clicked on ‘Bed’. The subdirectories under that were named with dates, and I opened the earliest one from several months ago. It had two files in it with an ‘mpg’ extension. My heart picked up again. They were video files.
I opened the first, and the viewer appeared, followed seconds later by the image. To my surprise, it was an image of a bed, but it wasn’t the bed from the Hawaii hotel room. This was Shane’s bed upstairs. And there were two people in it.
One was Shane – I recognized him instantly – but the other was a woman I never saw before. The image quality was excellent, and the angle was from the foot of the bed and slightly above it. The woman was blonde and looked to be close to Shane’s age. Very pretty.
Shane and the woman were kissing, and were both naked as they lay on the coverlet. My eyes soaked in the image of him – the object of my lust for so long. This video was nine years after the Hawaii one, but his body still looked just as good.
I clicked to a spot forward in the recording, and saw Shane and the woman in the sixty-nine position, her on top as she bobbed her head on his cock, half of it disappearing into her mouth with each downstroke. It was as big and long as I remembered it.
I clicked again. Now she was riding him, straddling his waist and bouncing her ass, taking him up into her clenching pussy and then out again. I felt a surge of wetness in my cunt as my eyes fixed on the screen.
Click. He was fucking her, lying between her legs with his ass to the camera, as her calves rested on his thighs. He was moving with an easy rhythm, sliding his cock into her and then back out, over and over. I watched her pussy pucker inward as it swallowed all of his length, then pooch out as he withdrew. My wetness was soaking my panties.
Next, he was fucking her from behind, slamming his hips against her upturned ass as her head rested on the pillow. She was gripping the sheets and thrusting back against him. I turned up the volume and could hear them – the slapping of skin as they met, and their moans and groans of pleasure.
Suddenly, his back arched and his body locked against hers, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He roared loudly as his orgasm blasted through him. He must have set her off, because she went over the edge, spasming and jerking around his spitting cock.
I closed the file and opened the other one. It took me a moment, but I finally realized I was watching the same encounter, but viewed from the side. I watched it several minutes before moving on.
I went to the next date and viewed the two files there. It was Shane and the same woman, doing pretty much the same stuff. Except this time she rode him until he was close and then took him into her mouth, finishing him that way. He rolled over and licked her with his head between her legs until her body spasmed and she cried out in pleasure.
Another date, and there they were again. Then again. But the next date he was with a different woman. A tall brunette this time. She was louder than the first, and came multiple times while they fucked, screaming so loud the neighbors had to have heard. To finish the night, she got on her hands and knees and presented her ass to him. As he fucked her this way, she kept moaning about him filling her asshole. Curious, I checked the side view, and sure enough, Shane’s dick was in her ass.
There were a few more dates with her going forward in time, and then there was a one with another woman. She was short and slightly overweight, and she laid there as Shane fucked her missionary style. He came, but I don’t think she did, and they laid together and talked before she got dressed and left.
When I clicked on the next date, I expected to see her again, but this time is was someone different. Someone I knew.
I stared in shock at the screen. The girl in the video was my best friend, Beth.
Of my four close friends, Beth was my closest. We used to do everything together, and we spent countless sleepovers at each other’s houses over the years.
She was blonde, with a tight compact body that included full round breasts and a narrow waist that flared out to curvy hips. In other words, just like me. We looked so much alike, many people mistook us for sisters, and our friends at school jokingly called us Hallie and Annie, after the twins in The Parent Trap movie. During our senior year, she had gotten her hair cut shorter, and our resemblance wasn’t as easy to spot. But in the video it was long again, back to matching mine.
One time, when we were in tenth grade, she was standing at her locker when Joey came up behind her and hugged her from behind, cupping her breast in his hand. She gave out a yelp in surprise, and jumped away from him, turning to see who it was. His eyes opened wide when he saw it was her instead of me, and he apologized with a grin on his face. That weekend, as Joey fucked me in his car, he asked me if Beth would be willing to join us in a three-way.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. There was Shane, lying back on the bed as Beth lay between his legs and sucked his cock. I watched his body jerk as he filled her mouth with sperm, and then she climbed up on top of him and rode his face with her pussy, arching her back and crying out after several minutes. By then he was ready again, and rolled them both over, sliding his big cock into her. The camera’s angle was perfect, and I got to see his dick disappear into her welcoming cunt over and over, as his ass flexed in powerful rhythmic thrusts between her widespread thighs, until they spasmed together in mutual orgasms.
There were more dates after that, around ten in all with Beth, the last one being the weekend before I came home.
I went back to the ‘Pool’ directory, curious about what it could be. It was organized by dates also, and the last one was dated last August. I clicked into it, and there were around ten video files inside. Was Shane dating these women back then? If he had been, I didn’t know about it.
When the first video came up, I once again stared in shock at the screen. My breath caught and I felt like I was drowning. Any air I could get in my lungs seemed ineffective. My mouth gaped as I recognized the scene in front of me.
This wasn’t Shane’s bedroom. Instead, it was the changing room down by our pool – a small addition Shane had added three years ago, so that guests wouldn’t have to walk wet through the house to change. As I stared in stunned amazement at the screen, a figure walked into the room.
It was Kelly. One of my best friends. This must have been from the day we had our last pool party before heading off to our different colleges.
She wasted no time in undressing, pulling off her blouse and unhooking her bra. It came loose and her breasts were set free, bouncing slightly in their firmness. Next, she kicked off her sandals and pushed her shorts down, hooking her panties at the same time. She put her clothes in her swim bag before donning her bikini. Stepping into her bottoms, she pulled them snugly up over her clean-shaven mound. Seeing her like that reminded me of the time we all sat around discussing whether we wanted to shave down there, and how much. She had advocated the clean look, and now I saw she practiced what she preached.
I stared as she slipped the neck strap of her bikini over her head and placed her medium-sized breasts into the cups, adjusting them before connecting the clasp behind her back. She picked up her bag and left, and the video ended.
I was finally able to breathe. I stared at the files on the screen. I counted them. There weren’t just almost ten, there were exactly ten. Ten files, five girls. Two each, one for putting on her suit and one for taking it off.
Five girls. That meant I was in there. Once again, I found it hard to breathe.
I clicked through them, searching for myself. Next was Danni. I shut it off. Then Chr
is appeared. Next.
There I was. I walked into the changing room as natural as could be. I watched as I removed my clothes and stared at myself in the mirror. I tried to remember what was going through my mind at the time, but it was too long ago. All I could think of now was; Shane watched this.
Shane watched this. The thought overwhelmed me, and I lost any ability to think coherently. What I saw next sent me further over the edge.
As I stood in front of the mirror, my hand reached down and slid along the cleft of my pussy. Pressing inside, my finger found my clit and I teased it for a moment, visible shivers going through my body. I now remembered what I was thinking about back then. When my friends and I first came down to the pool, Shane was in it doing his daily laps. When we arrived, he got out, dripping wet and looking spectacular. He left us and went into the house, but he was still on my mind as I changed into my suit, and my brief digital foray into my cunt had been because of it.
Shane watched this.
I stared without thinking as I watched myself put my suit on. The video ended and I continued to stare with glazed over eyes.
The garage door going up shocked me out of my reverie, and I felt the panic rising inside of me. Shane was home.
I yanked the external drive from the outlet and put it back in the drawer, closing it. I hit logoff and the computer began logging off. I turned and headed for the door, but happened to glance back. The screen was prompting me to verify I wanted to shut down the various programs I had open. I rushed back and clicked yes, and watched the logoff complete.
I bolted from the room and ran up the steps, just as the door between the house and garage started opening. I was in my room, hyperventilating on the bed, when Shane called up. “Erica, come on down and help me unload the groceries.”
“Be right there, Shane.” I shouted back, trying to make my voice sound normal.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Just relax. Go down and face him. He’s the same guy you’ve always known.
Walking down the stairs, I wasn’t too sure about that last thought. Was he the same guy? The guy I knew didn’t take videos if himself having sex with strange women, or of my best friends. The guy I knew didn’t have sex with Beth.
“Hey baby,” he said, smiling at me, “got everything you wanted. Give me a hand.” He headed towards the garage.
I followed, watching him from behind, not believing this was the same butt I saw several minutes ago thrusting between Beth’s legs.
Opening the hatchback, he lifted two full bags into my arms. “Take those, I’ll get the rest.”
He seemed happy, and I realized why. The pool party had been his idea. He didn’t care if I had fun with my friends; he just wanted another chance to film them getting undressed. And me.
And me.
I kept sticking on that point. He was looking at me too. Part of me was upset by it, but another part got a secret thrill. I thought I had been alone in my desire, and now I had found out that may not be the case.
I carried the groceries into the kitchen and began loading them into the refrigerator. He set his three bags on the counter and began helping. We alternated, taking turns putting stuff in. One time we both leaned in and our shoulders brushed up against one another.
I felt a shock go through me as we touched, and I quickly stepped back.
He looked at me curiously. “You ok?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Are all your friends coming?”
“Yep. All four of them.” I watched his eyes and he smiled his usual friendly grin.
“That’s good. I like to see you girls together.”
I’m sure you do, I thought, and began loading the groceries again.
He took another curious look at me, and then joined in.
Chapter 4
An hour before our guests were to arrive, I looked out the window and saw Shane in the pool, doing his laps. I thought about going into his bedroom to look for the cameras, but I realized they probably were motion activated, and he would get a video of me looking for them.
I went down to the pool and sat on one of the deck chairs, watching him. His body was still lean and strong, and I enjoyed seeing his muscles ripple as he cut through the water.
While I had been up in my room, I had sat thinking, trying to figure this all out. From what I could tell, the videotaping didn’t start until two years after Mom died, so maybe he was lonely. He could have probably picked better participants than my friends and me, but if no one found out, what was the harm? None of my friends were injured by him jacking off to images of their bodies. Or mine. I guess he was doing that too.
As for Beth, she was an adult. And if he was willing to fuck one blonde-haired nineteen-year-old, maybe he’d be willing to fuck another?
And besides, who was I to judge him? Here I was out fucking strange guys in some perverted fantasy of pretending they were Shane. How could I say what he was doing was wrong? In comparison to me, it wasn’t that bad. But I needed to figure out how to deal with his recordings of me. Should I take them as a sign of him desiring me? Or was this just a kink of his, which he had no desire to actually live out?
He finished his laps and got out of the pool, the water flowing off him in a glistening sheen. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He saw me watching and smiled.
“Hi Erica. You excited?”
I smiled. If only he knew. “Yep.”
“Good. I’m going to take my shower, and then I’ll help you get the food ready.”
“Shane?”
“Yes?”
“Did you want to invite anyone over to the party?”
He seemed surprised by the question. “No, this is for you girls.”
“You’re going to be stuck in the house all by yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” He turned and headed into the house.
I watched him go, smiling slightly.
Soon, my friends began to arrive. Danni was first, and we grinned as we hugged each other. She was tiny, barely five feet tall, with dark hair she wore short. Her mother was Asian, from whom she had inherited her exquisitely shaped almond eyes. Despite her diminutive size, she was attracted to large men, and went steady with a linebacker from the football team her senior year of high school.
Next, Chris and Kelly arrived together. Of the five of us, Chris had the fullest figure, and she struggled to keep her weight in check. She wasn’t fat, just curvy, and her breasts were huge. None of us were lacking in the breast department, but we all felt small standing next to Chris. She was gregarious, and never shied away from giving her opinion. Her brown hair was longer than it was the last time we had met.
Kelly was the greyhound of the group. Tall and willowy, she had a natural grace we all envied. She gave off an air of aloofness, but once you got to know her you discovered she was shy, and underneath she had a kind heart. Her red hair and green eyes gave her a sly mischievous look.
We were sitting at a table beside the pool when Beth showed up. My heart raced as I opened the gate and saw her. She looked exactly like she had on the video, except for her clothes. Her long hair and blue eyes matched mine. We smiled and hugged, and in my happiness to see her again, I almost forgot she was fucking Shane.
“How have you been?” she asked.
“Good,” I replied. “Sorry to hear about your mom being sick.”
“Thanks. She’s much better now, so I think I’ll be able to go back to school in the fall.”
“That’s great news.”
Beth joined us at the table, and we all grinned at each other. The gang was back together again. They decided it was time to hit the pool, and began taking turns inside the changing room, putting on their swimsuits.
I wasn’t ready to face that yet, so I had worn my suit under my sweatpants and blouse, and I only had to pull them off. I watched Beth disappear into the changing room, and my mind conjured up images of what she looked like in
there – what Shane would be seeing.
After a half hour in the pool, we were back at our table, catching up on our experiences at school, including our sex lives. I told them about Steve and our bad breakup, and they wrinkled their noses when I related the story of our last night together.
“I’m surprised Shane didn’t kill him,” Kelly said.
I replied in a low voice, “I didn’t tell Shane, because you’re right, he would have killed him.”
“I would have stuck the knife three inches higher,” Chris said, and we laughed, but we all believed she would have.
They all related their various sexual antics while away at college. Of course, Danni had gravitated to the football team, and had gone through the quarterback and defensive lineman before settling on the tight end. Chris had found a steady guy the first week, and had been monogamous to him the entire year. Kelly surprised us by informing us she’d had an affair with a professor that had lasted the entire second half of the school year, and they planned on keeping it going in the fall. We had plenty of questions for her, and she seemed excited to share her experiences.
Through it all, Beth joined in and was curious about everyone’s year, but didn’t share any information about herself. Finally, I said, “What about you Beth? Run into anyone special since we last met?”
She shrugged. “There were a few guys at school, but nothing long lasting. And then I had to come home.” She smiled and added, “I’m sorry that my stories aren’t as exciting as all of yours.”
The girls laughed and told her she’d have better luck this fall, and that they wanted a full report at Christmas break.
I spoke again. “What about back here, at home?”
Beth gave me a curious look. “What about it?”
“Find any special guys around here?” I kept my voice natural and upbeat.
She shrugged again. “Been busy with my mom. But there’s one guy I’ve been seeing a little of lately.”
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