My mind returned to the present, and I looked around Shane’s office, all the memories flooding back. When I was done watching the Hawaii video back when I was thirteen, I had replaced it back in its cubby hole with trembling fingers. When I went back the next time I was alone in the house, it was gone. And I never saw it again.
I wondered what he did with it. It’s not something you want to leave lying out, but it was also a beautiful memory of Mom, and I doubted that he destroyed it. It was probably in his wall safe, which was hidden behind a portrait of my mom. I went to it and swung the frame out on its hinges, and spun the lock of the safe. I never knew the combination, but I gave it a few tries. Nothing. I wasn’t getting in it. Oh well.
A thought occurred to me, and I looked at his computer. Was it possible he kept a copy on there? A version he could watch without having to open his safe every time? Maybe.
I sat in his chair and touched the mouse. The logon screen appeared, showing his user name and asking for a password. I sat staring at it, considering the possibilities.
Leaning forward, I typed in my mom’s name and hit enter. Invalid password.
Next was his name, then his middle name, my mom’s middle name, his pet name for her, the name of the dog he used to have when he was younger, our phone number, our address, his company’s name, his favorite hockey team, his favorite hockey player, his birthday, my mom’s birthday, and in desperation, 1234 (which was my password). All invalid.
This was useless. There were too many possibilities. I could be close and off by one letter, and I would never know. I sighed in frustration. Oh well, I didn’t need to see it again anyway.
I was getting up when an idea occurred to me. Sitting back down, I typed in e-r-i-c-a and hit return. I was stunned when his desktop appeared on the screen.
“Cool,” I whispered, proud that he would use my name.
I brought up his file system and began looking through it. Searching the obvious places, I couldn’t find any videos. There was a directory off of his main Pictures directory named ‘Adult’. Intrigued, I opened it.
I grinned as I saw about a hundred images of nude women he had obviously gotten off the internet. Naughty Shane. He had good taste, and all of them were pretty and young, most with blonde hair. I wondered if he sat in here with the door locked and looked at them with his pants down. Did he stroke himself to completion as he stared at these beautiful young girls? Such a waste. I felt a pang of envy in my stomach, and decided to move on.
I went through his hard drive, looking for any videos at all. I got excited when I found a few clustered together in an obscure directory, but they turned out to be instruction videos for building birdhouses. I did a search through the whole drive, searching for files with all video extensions. This took a while to run, and as I waited I opened and closed drawers, more bored than curious.
The search was close to completion when I opened a drawer, peeked inside, and began to close it. I stopped, peering in at the small black device inside. It was rectangular, about four inches long and two wide, and about a half inch thick. There was a wire with a USB connection coming out of it.
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 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.