Page 82 of The Tape Job
“No. Well, not in a long time.” I can’t help but grin. The thought of what we recorded back in college makes my dick hard.
“Oh.”
“I’ve considered it,” I say. “But before you get any ideas, there’s no way you’re watching that without me.”
“I’m not going to watch it. I’m going to get rid of it.” She looks at her fingernails.
“You’re totally going to watch it, aren’t you?”
“No! I just said I’m getting rid of it.” But she doesn’t look at me.
“Vic—do you think that’s the only copy?”
“You did not!”
“Didn’t I?” I step forward as she steps back, and she comes to a stop against the wall next to the elevator. I lean in, putting my left hand next to her head. I angle in closer and ask, “Wouldn’t you be disappointed to find out that I got rid of it?”
She stumbles over her words for a moment, then lets out a sigh. “Fine. Yes. But only because I’m intrigued.”
“About what?” I raise a brow.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” She stumbles over her words. “Kiss me, Lee.” She shakes her head. “I mean, give me my key. And I want my panties back!”
“Your key is at the barn, but you can have it back. The panties, on the other hand, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want those back after the mess I made.” I live to see her reaction to comments like this. I know what I’m doing and I love it.
“I—” I edge closer to her, and my eyes meet hers. “Fuck,” she breathes out, almost inaudible.
“Vic, do you want to see the mess I made?”
This time, she kisses me. It’s only a short one, but it’s a moment where my dick is harder than ever. But she pulls away and turns her head so she’s not looking directly at me. “Do you really have a copy?”
“What do you think?” I tap my temple and give her a wink. Her cheeks flush red, and I’m horny enough to brave it. “If I ever need an extra special party for one, it’s my go to—”
She gasps and then spins around, making a quick exit towards the door. Once she’s out of sight, I drop her a text.
Liam
I’ll know when you’ve watched it, don’t worry.
Vicky
“You made a sex tape?” Quinn, my classmate and roommate in college, said when I told her.
We sat in the library, and I had to tell her to use her indoor voice.
“It’s not a sex tape, per se,” I replied. “More of an oral sex tape.”
“A blow job? Wow! This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘tape job,’” she giggled. I had to give her that because it made me laugh too. “Who’s idea was it? I bet it was Liam’s, wasn’t it?”
“Well, it wasn’t anyone’s idea. It just came about and neither of us really stopped it from happening. My new camera came in the mail, and we were testing out the video recording feature. One thing led to another.”
“This is brilliant!” Quinn said.
“So now we’re even,” I told her, because I already had a secret of hers, so I thought it was only fair that she held one of mine—besides, I was dying to tell someone.
“Did you put it online?”
“Uh, no! Liam’s got it, but he’s going to destroy it.”
