Watched at Home (4 page)

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.

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?”