Chris chimed in, “Tell us!”
Beth smiled. “Well, he’s a little older, and we’re not really serious, but we’ve been having some fun.”
“Whoa,” Kelly said, “that does sound like fun. Who is he?”
Beth shrugged again. “Just some guy. You don’t know him.”
“Is he good in bed?” asked Danni.
Beth smiled. “Oh yeah.”
“He’s not married, is he?” Chris asked.
Beth looked shocked. “Of course not! I would never do that.”
Yeah, but you would fuck your best friend’s guardian, I thought.
Beth gave me a curious look, and I realized I wasn’t asking her about her mystery lover. Thinking quickly, I said, “It’s not Joey Fatone, is it? Because he always had the hots for you.”
Everyone cracked up, and even I joined in with the laughter.
When it died down, Beth said, “Nah, Joey only liked me because I looked like you. Guys are weird like that sometimes.” She looked at me when she said it, and I was wondering what she meant by it, when Shane’s voice interrupted us.
“Hello ladies,” he said, walking out in jeans and a t-shirt, “It’s so nice to see you all back here again.”
My friends always liked Shane, and they all got up and talked excitedly to him, telling him about their time away at college. All except Beth and me, and we sat in our chairs watching the other girls flit around him.
“Where’s your swimsuit, Mr. Roberts?” Chris said.
“Yeah, join us in the pool,” Kelly added.
“Nope,” Shane said, “this is your party and I’m not going to crash it. I just wanted to stop by and say hello. Now carry on and have fun. Oh, I almost forgot. Beth, I have that new wheelchair controller your mom asked for. Before you leave, stop in and get it.”
“Sure thing Mr. Roberts. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I watched this interchange with curiosity. If I hadn’t known the truth, I would have never suspected anything. They hid their secret well.
Shane said his goodbyes, but they wouldn’t let him go until he promised to come out and visit them again before the night was over.
After he left, the girls sat back down and Chris said, “Erica, you’re such a lucky bitch.”
The girls all laughed, and I said, “Why?”
“Because Shane is hot.” They all laughed again.
“That’s gross,” I said.
“Come on,” Chris said, “we’re all grown woman now. We can admit it. Who here had the hots for Shane growing up? Let’s see a show of hands.” She raised her hand.
Danni grinned and raised her hand. It took a few seconds, but Kelly smiled shyly and raised hers. All eyes turned to Beth.
Beth looked around and begrudgingly put her hand up. I stared around at my friends, a reluctant smile coming to my face.
“Well?” Chris said, looking at me.
“Well what?”
“Get your hand up.”
The girls all laughed again.
“Now that’s really gross,” I said, but joined in the laughter.
“One time,” Danni said, “I had this dream. I was with this guy, in bed, and we were making love but it was too dark to see who it was, and–”
“Danni,” I interrupted, “I don’t think–”
“–and it was really good, you know? And I was like, who is this? And–”
“Danni,” I said louder, please–”
“–and he started really slamming me, his strong muscles working as he fucked me harder and harder, I–”
“Stop it.”
“I was going out of my mind, so I reached over to the light, and–”
“No.”
“–and I turned it on, and there, above me, between my legs, was Tom Brady.”
I stared at her for a moment, without speaking.
The whole table erupted in shrieks of laughter, me among them.
Later, as the other girls played in the pool, Beth and I sat alone at the table.
“So,” I said, “you’re being mysterious about this guy you’re involved with.”
“Not much to tell, really.”
“How’d you meet?”
“Ran into him at the grocery store. We knew each other in the past, but hadn’t seen each other in a while. He asked me out to lunch, which was surprising since I never thought he was attracted to me.”
“Beth,” I said, “all guys are attracted to you.”
She shook her head. “This was different. The situation we were in previously, there wasn’t really chance for it to become more.”
I gave her a fake look of shock. “I’ve figured it out. It’s one of our teachers from high school, isn’t it? Which one? I bet it’s that fat Mr. Schwetty.”
She laughed. “Please, now you’re grossing me out.”
“Mr. Hamilton, that hunk of a shop teacher?”
She nodded. “That wouldn’t be bad, but no, it’s not him.”
“Miss Jennings, the gym teacher?”
She giggled. “No, despite our little experiment when we were thirteen, you know I don’t swing that way.”
I laughed with her. “You remember that, huh?”
“Oh yeah. We were so innocent back then.”
“I didn’t feel innocent.”
She grinned. “I guess we were a bit naughty.”
“We? You started it?”
Her mouth opened in mock surprise. “Me? You’re the one who invited me over for the sleepover. And you’re the one who started talking about boys and what it would feel like to have sex.”
I grinned. “That’s true, but you’re the one who came up with the idea of taking turns lying between each other’s legs, pretending we were doing it with a boy.”
“Yes, but my idea was to do it with our pajamas on. You said we should do it with them off.”
“Well, it made sense. And besides, I only said we should strip down to our panties. You insisted we take those off too.”
She blushed. “Well, I had an ulterior motive for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the time, I had grown this full bush of hair, and I worried I was a freak or something. So I wanted to compare.”
I grinned. “And did I alleviate your worries?”
“Totally. Yours looked exactly like mine.”
I laughed. “Glad I could be of service.”
“It was fun though. Hard to believe we were that innocent, huh?”
“Yeah. So, it’s not a teacher?”
“No.”
“And you’re not going to tell me?”
She smiled. “Not right now.”
“Bitch.”
She laughed and stood. “I’m going in to use the bathroom and get that controller from Shane. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“No problem,” I replied, and watched her go, wondering if that’s all she’d be doing in there.
I joined my other friends in the pool, and Beth returned about fifteen minutes later, and dove in with us. She surfaced beside me, and the water ran off her face.
I looked at her closely. Was that an extra flush in her cheeks, or was I imagining things?
She smiled. “Miss me?”
“You were gone?” I said indifferently.
She mugged and jumped on me, pushing my head under the water. This started a melee between us all, as we all began splashing and wrestling.
Chapter 5
A few hours later, they took their turns in the changing room, and we all said our goodbyes, making plans to meet next week for lunch. Shane came out and they all gave him hugs, and I watched him and Beth closely. Again, I saw no visible signs of something going on between them.
After they left, Shane said, “You coming in?”
“No. I think I’ll take one last swim before changing out of my suit.” I watched his eyes as I spoke, but I saw no extra excitement there.
“Ok honey. I’m going to finish up some quick work
, and then I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” He kissed me on the forehead, and I breathed deep, inhaling his cologne.
“Goodnight Shane.”
I swam laps in the pool, working up my courage for what I had planned. I almost chickened out several times, but images of Beth with Shane kept coming back to me. And I was convinced they had fucked again tonight. The desire coursed through me, and I finally steeled my courage enough to get out of the pool.
Wrapping my towel around me, I walked to the changing room, my heart trip-hammering in my chest. I could already feel my pussy dripping.
In the room, I recalled the viewpoint and figured out the camera was in a painting of a dolphin on the wall. It took all of my willpower not to look at it. I stood facing the door, with the camera in front and to the right of me. Unwrapping the towel, I placed it on the hook. My heartbeat was loud in my ears. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.
My hand went behind my back and undid the clasp of my top. The material relaxed, and my breasts stood proud, now reversing roles and holding up the bra. Casually, I pulled it from me and placed it on the bench.
My nipples came up hard, partly from being exposed to the air, and partly from the thoughts running through my mind. I held one of my breasts in my hand, and used my other hand to rub along where the seams of the bra had been. The nipple tightened further. I repeated the action on my other breast, and reached for my bottoms.
Pushing them down over my hips, I bent and slid them further, over my knees. Standing, I let go of them and let them fall to the floor, where I kicked them up onto the bench with a flick of my foot.
My mind was in a daze as I grabbed my towel and began drying off. The thought that Shane was watching me, or would be watching me, made me dizzy. Unfamiliar sensations shot through my body as I imagined him looking at my nudity.
I spent extra time drying my breasts, and the nipples were like hard diamonds, ready to cut glass. I patted the terrycloth on my mound, lifting one leg and resting it on the bench to give myself room, but more importantly giving Shane a better view of my pussy.
I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I never faced the camera directly. But I made sure he always had a clear oblique view, wanting to tease him. I rubbed the towel in circles, pretending to dry my pubic hair. Jolts of pleasure sparked through my clit.
Next, I dried my legs, bending over to reach below my knees. Again, I gave him a sexy angle on the proceedings.
Reaching into my swim bag, I pulled out a hairbrush and a bottle of lotion. I sat on the bench and began brushing my long hair, working out the tangles as I sat demurely with my legs closed. My breasts bounced slightly with each comb through my hair, and the nipples still strained hard.
When my hair was tangle-free, I put the brush down and picked up the lotion. Squirting a glob into my hand, I began rubbing it into my arms. Next, my breasts received a coating of the lotion, my hands working the scented cream into my soft skin. I allowed my fingers to linger at the sensitive nipples, even squeezing them gently as I pulled on them.
I wondered if Shane would enjoy that.
More lotion for my stomach, and then down to my legs, doing the tops of my thighs first. I coated my calves before moving back up to my inner thighs. I spread my legs, giving the camera an angled view again, and began rubbing the lotion in. As my hands reached higher, I spread wider, opening my pussy to the camera’s unblinking gaze. My fingertips ran through the junctures of my thighs, my hands framing my puffy pussy lips.
I was soaked with my own lubrication, and I felt its warmth inside of me. I couldn’t wait to get my fingers on my clit.
But I reached for the lotion bottle again, and squirted one last drop onto my fingertips. Reaching down, I began rubbing it lightly into my mound, right above the fur-lined slit. My fingers traveled in ever-increasing circles, smoothing the lotion into the skin, mixing it through my blonde pubic curls.
When it was gone, my fingers continued to move, and my eyes closed. I teased the top of my slit for a few seconds, then slid my finger into it, parting my outer lips and feeling the hot wetness inside.
I gasped, and hunched my hips up against my finger, putting my feet up on the bench to spread myself wider.
My outer lips were parted slightly, revealing the wet pink folds between. My finger slid down, through the slick valley, sending sparks of pleasure out from my core.
Using two fingers, I pressed them into my tight tunnel, feeling my cuntal flesh grasping at them, as if trying to pull me deeper inside.
As I fucked myself with my fingers, I thought of Shane watching me. The video was high-definition, and I wondered if he would zoom in to watch exactly what my fingers were doing. A small bubble of additional wetness burst inside, and my fingers picked up their pace.
I moaned softly as the pleasure flowed through me. My fingers were making wet sticky sounds as they slid in and out of my tight cunny. With all the excitement of the day, I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and my body prepared for the coming explosion.
An image of Shane fucking Beth came to my mind, and I watched his body move over hers, dominating her with his size as his cock invaded her tight vagina in a barrage of hard thrusts.
“Yesssss,” I moaned.
The image blinked, and suddenly it was me instead of Beth, lying beneath Shane as he mercilessly pounded my pussy with his fat cock.
“Uhhhhhh.”
A new image appeared. This one was of Shane, sitting at his office desk, watching me touching myself. His stiff cock was sticking straight up, and his hand was wrapped around it, stroking his long length. That was my erection. I had caused it, so it belonged to me. I could do anything I wanted to do with it. I could stroke it, or I could take it into my mouth until it blasted its load into the back of my throat. Or I could sit down on it, sliding my tight sheath over its thick hard girth, bouncing on it until it jetted its cum deep into me.
These last thoughts sent me over, and my fingers became a flurry as my orgasm burst like a Fourth of July firework – white hot and overwhelming. Ecstasy blotted out all other sensations and my body convulsed in erotic bliss as my fingers thrummed, and I cried out my passion in the small room.
After a moment, my body relaxed, and my legs closed, trapping my hand between them. After a minute to rest, I got up, feeling week from my exertions, and removed my robe from the hook, putting it on.
Taking a deep breath, I left the changing room and headed into the house. I was about to turn up the stairs when Shane’s office door opened and he came out. We stood face to face, our eyes wide.
He blinked and his surprise was replaced with a smile. “Hi Erica. My work took longer than I thought. Good night.”
“Good night, Shane.” I headed up to my room.
I lay in my bed, thinking. He had watched me. I knew it without a doubt. And he had to watch it live. He couldn’t even wait to see the recording in the morning. A mixture of fear and pride went through me. I stared at the ceiling, my mind a jumble of thoughts until I dropped off to sleep.
Chapter 6
When I went downstairs the next morning, I found a note from Shane on the refrigerator letting me know he had gone down to his warehouse and would be back around noon. The clock said it was nine, so I had plenty of time to check out his new videos.
I went into his office and logged onto the computer, got the external drive from the drawer and plugged it in. In seconds I was browsing the video directory.
I checked the pool section first. There was a new directory with yesterday’s date. In it were nine new files. I skipped down to the last one and opened it. My heart skipped a beat as I saw myself walk into the changing room. Jumping ahead, there I was, naked and drying myself with the towel. I clicked ahead again, and stared wide-eyed at myself sitting on the bench, with my legs spread wide as I finger-fucked my pussy.
I took a deep breath, attempting to control my emotions. Last night, when I had done this, I knew there was a good chance Shane would be watching.
Now there was no doubt. He had seen me finger myself to orgasm.
I moved back up to the bedroom section, wondering if my intuition about Beth was correct. There was a new directory in there with yesterday’s date. I knew it!
Inside were two files, and I opened the first. The bed was empty for a moment, but then two bodies fell on it. Beth and Shane were in a lover’s clinch, and from their actions, it was obvious they were in a hurry. She undid his pants and pushed them down onto his thighs. She pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side and he moved between her legs, entering her completely with his first thrust. They fucked frantically as she made soft mewing sounds, obviously unable to be as loud as she wanted. It lasted less than ten minutes, with her coming first, writhing and grunting out her moans into his neck. He kept fucking, and a minute later he joined her in orgasmic bliss, arching his head back and groaning as his muscles knotted.
They lay together kissing and smiling for a couple more minutes before Beth got up, adjusted her swimsuit, and ran from the room.
My crotch was soaked. I was getting over the shock and enjoying the eroticism of it.
I went back to the pool section, and looked back through the history. It seems that there were videos going back two years, most of them from my pool parties with my friends. It got pretty boring seeing the same girls undressing. But then I came across a date with a lot of videos in it.
When I looked through them I hardly recognized anyone. They were women older than teens, some of them a lot older. Then someone familiar appeared. It was Jennifer, Shane’s secretary from work. I finally remembered what this was. Two years ago Shane had a pool party for his employees, and the place was packed. So crowded I had spent the day at Beth’s.
I looked through the videos, and they were all of women getting undressed or dressed. Some of them were fat, and I wondered why Shane kept them. I was getting bored again, when one caught my eye.
It was Jennifer again, but this time she wasn’t alone. She pulled a guy in with her, and they kissed. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember his name. But I knew he wasn’t her husband, because they had been over the house together at other times.
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