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 Chris 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
