I got the frantic call about 5:30 in the evening. It was my girlfriend Jenny. She was really wound up and hysterical about something. I was planning on spending the weekend at her apartment but wasn't supposed to be there until seven o'clock.
"Mark, get over here right now. You gotta see this! You won't believe it!" She said panting.
"See what?" I replied a bit perplexed but interested.
"Just come over here as soon as you can. I mean it!"
"Ok, I'll be right over." I hung up the phone, quickly packed my stuff and jumped in the car.
Jenny and her roommate Carol, short for Caroline, had an arrangement where one weekend a month they had the apartment to themselves while the other would stay with a friend or boyfriend. It worked out most of the time. It was Jenny's weekend at the apartment alone; Carol was with her boyfriend Bob.
Carol and I were both fourth year pre-law students while Jenny was a third year marketing major. When Jenny came to Ohio State a year after me, I introduced her to my classmate Carol; they instantly became friends. Since they both needed a roommate, it was a perfect match. For the past three years, they shared expenses and got along well.
I arrived at the apartment about 15 minutes later, out of breath, hurriedly stuffed duffle bag in hand and anxious to see what it was that had gotten Jenny all worked up. I let myself in and announced, "Ok, I'm here. What's going on?"
"Come in! Put your bag upstairs and come back down."
I did as instructed. When I got back down, Jenny was standing by the TV holding a non-descript computer DVD-R. I jumped to a conclusion, "Cool, is it porn?"
From time to time, Jenny and I watched porn together. It was infrequent but one of our secret pleasures. At first she alleged that she didn't really like it. But inevitably after we'd watch something labeled with a triple-X rating, she'd jump me with surprising vigor. Soon, she got over her embarrassment and was even going to the rental store with me and picking out DVDs that looked interesting to her. It was hit-and-miss. Some of the movies were better than others but we would fast forward through the crap we didn't like and watch what we thought was good. So this must be something really exceptional for Jenny to get so worked up.
"Would you hold your horses?" Upon closer inspection, the DVD had "12-4-05 Carol and Becky" hand written on it in black marker. Jenny held it up like Vanna White showing a lucky contestant a prize. Then with very deliberate motions placed it in the DVD player, turned on the TV and handed me the remote control.
She flopped down next to me on the sofa and looked at me carefully. "Now listen Mark under no circumstances can you ever tell Carol, or anyone, you saw this. I know you two are buddies but you have to promise me that she'll never know."
"Ok sure. But what is it? Does Carol get naked in this or something?"
Jenny sighed and shook her head, "Just promise me."
"I promise."
Jenny stared at me with narrowed eyes and one eyebrow raised.
"I promise Jen; Scout's honor."
Jenny sat back on the sofa, seemingly placated, "Ok, press play."
I aimed the remote at the TV and pressed the button. The screen came to life. I was a bit surprised to see Caroline sitting on the same sofa we were sitting on. Someone was video taping her. Then I heard Bob's voice from behind the camera, saying, "Hey there sweet Caroline. Say 'Hi' to the camera." Carol waved and said, "Hi" with a sexy smile. Bob's narration continued, "Here we are at Caroline and Jenny's nicely decorated apartment. She's looking incredibly hot as always."
"Thank you sweetie," she smiled flirtatiously then quickly lifted her small T-shirt revealing her plump braless breasts. She reached down and gave them a squeeze then lifted the right one to her lips and seductively licked and sucked her own nipple before giggling and pulling her shirt back down.
"Whoa now!" I said glancing at Jenny out of the corner of my eye. Jenny didn't flinch.
"Wow that was nice! What do they taste like?" Bobby asked.
"Humm..." Carol licked her lips. "...strawberries I guess," was the giddy reply.
"Oooh, that sounds good. I never seem to get tired of seeing you play with your tits.
Jenny had seen Carol's naked breasts a thousand times. She told me Carol carelessly walked around the apartment naked, or close to naked, all the time. I actually had a pretty good idea of what her breasts looked like too. I had never seen them uncovered but she did lounge around the apartment braless in these almost see-through way-too-tight T-shirts. Nevertheless, it was still a shock to see her flash the camera.
Bobby continued, "Anyway, what are we going to do tonight Caroline?"
"I was hoping we were going to have some fun."
Suddenly I thought I was beginning to realize what was going on. I turned toward Jenny with a questioning look and a comment on the tip of my tongue. She put her index finger over her lips to silence me and keep me from asking the obvious then pointed back to the screen. I sat back and anxiously faced the TV, not realizing that I really didn't have any idea as to what I was about to see.
Caroline had only dated one guy through her first year of pre-law. It was one of those relationships that everyone knew wouldn't last. And it didn't. Once they broke up, Carol stayed out of the dating game for the rest of the year and summer. This past year she met Bobby and they fell madly in love. It was the opposite of her last relationship. They got along very well and seemed genuinely happy.
Bobby went out of his way to be thoughtful and do nice things for Carol. Most of her friends were jealous of the attention he would shower on her. Flowers, hand holding, picnics, home cooked meals, you name it. He was a very thoughtful boyfriend that we all knew was getting really lucky on a regular basis as a reward for his attentiveness. Everyone in our circle of friends liked Bob and we all agreed that, unlike her previous boyfriend, he was good for her.
Back on TV Bob asked Carol, "What kind of fun would you like to have tonight?"
"Well if you must know," Carol teased, "for a while now I've been very curious to see what it felt like to make love to a woman..."
"Oh my god," I muttered while staying transfixed on the TV.
"...we've talked about it a couple of times and I thought it'd be cool to try it. As a matter of fact, my roommate Jenny likes vacuuming the house in this tiny T-shirt and skimpy cotton panties, she's so sexy and so cute with her tight ass and great tits, I've been tempted to ask if she'd be up for some fun girl-girl sex."
"So did you?" Bobby asked.
"Oh...my...god," I said again this time turning to face Jenny with a questioning look on my face.
"Don't even..." Jenny barked holding up her palm to abruptly halt my questioning.
Carol answered, "Nah, I haven't. You know, since we live together and all, it might make things a little uncomfortable. But she's a cutie isn't' she?" Carol bit the corner of her lip and raised her eyebrows a couple of times as if the thought still provoked her.
Jenny squeezed my hand and looked at me wide-eyed, "A little uncomfortable? Can you believe that Mark?" She signed heavily. "I swear, no more vacuuming in my panties."
"You vacuum in your panties?" I asked. Jenny just frowned back at me and I looked back at the TV feeling like it would be best for me to keep quiet for now. With my eyes locked on the TV I carefully said, "She's right though, you are a cutie." Jenny lovingly squeezed my hand.
