Let her know that Steve is on the phone

You tell him to hold on, while you go and get Katie to the phone. Katie must have heard the phone anyway and be covered up by now. Cursing your luck you decide to go and tell her.

As you approach the door again, you can hear that she is still moaning. You approach carefully so that you see the end of her bed first, it is shaking from her actions. Your eyes move along up her long legs, to see that she is still engrossed with pleasuring herself.

Hips slightly raised off the bed in pleasure, you can see that she is holding her buzzing dildo against her clit and her index and middle finger are fully rammed into her wet hungry pussy. Amazingly it looks like she is about to come again, and as your view moves to her voluptuous breasts, you can see her other hand grasping and squeezing one of her huge soft mammaries, while she cruelly twists and tugs at her turgid nipple with her fingers.

Your view continues upwards, and as you see the open mouthed expression of pleasure on her face. Quickly her head turns away, as Katie begins another violent orgasm. YES YESS YEEESSS! She cries. Without thinking, but spurred on by the excitement, the wetness seeping onto your knickers only matched by the clamminess of your palms, you decide to double knock and push the door wide open.

Katie turns to see you standing at her door, you apologise, saying you did not know if she was in or not and that Steve was on the phone. You blush deeply, either at the ridiculous lie (anyone in the next room would have heard Katie's screams), or at the fact that she was lying naked and exposed to your gaze. Her dripping pussy lips are still swollen from the energetic masturbation they had recently been engaged in, her heaving breasts are in full view as Katie desperately attempts to catch her breath from what looks to have been an incredible moment of ecstasy.

And then, something unexpected, Katie burst into tears. Your thoughts and needs of self-relief, you quickly put aside. Ignoring the fact that she was still grasping her dildo, you grab her dressing gown and hand it to her. You ask what is wrong, and that you are so sorry, you did not mean to upset her and that she must think you are some kind of pervert for bursting in, she is beautiful, and you play with yourself all the time, not to worry, you are blurting out words apologetically.

Sobbing, she tells you that she caught Steve wanking over somebody else, and that they broke up. Confused you wonder how she could possibly know what he was fantasising about as he played with himself, but you realise this probably is not the right time to ask. You tell her that you will get rid of him.

Back in the lounge you pick up the phone, and tell him she is not in. Steve asks if he can come around anyway, as he needs to have a chat and clarify something with you. No way can he come around, as Katie is of course still there, so you tell him you will go around to his later, when you finish sorting out a few things at home.

You return to Katie's room, she seems to have calmed down. You ask her to explain what happened with Steve. She looks at you, mascara running, down her cheek. She looks so ****, suddenly you realise that your own unattended desire has not been yet satisfied, and a burst of lust runs through from your clit to your toes and back up your spine. Resisting the urge to kiss her deeply on the lips, you cock your head with a questioning look, trying to alleviate some of the need between your own legs, by crossing them as you sit next to her.

Katie picks up her VCR remote. You look at the TV, which is set against the wall on a table behind her door. It is already on. Katie presses the play button, and a picture of a young woman, appears on the screen. She is naked, and is holding a buzzing vibe, the same model and color as your own, you notice, against her clit, two fingers jammed into her pussy, parting the pink folds of flesh. You turn to Katie, whom holds a finger to her lips and points at the TV.

She tells you she has confiscated the tape. As she does, you feel the color bursting back into your cheeks, the woman on the video tape is holding her breast and squeezing her nipple, exactly as Katie had been, and as she comes, breasts quivering, she turns her head, with her face finally being revealed.

That fucking bastard Steve had been secretly filming you as you brought yourself off listening to them fucking in the next room.