Photos and a note

"What's this?" I muttered to myself. I opened the envelope and almost had a heart attack. It was unmistakable what it was. A photo of Callie standing there, both hands together and covering her crotch. She was completely naked. It was obvious what this was. The Japanese man, Ken, had taken photos of Callie that night. As we had never spoken about what had happened, I was clueless. It had never crossed my mind that he might have done something like this. One of my subjects at school was photography, so I knew a little about it. I could tell that Ken knew a little about it too. Callie was standing in good light and the photo was sharp and colours clear. She was not looking at the camera but looked away to the side, probably embarrassed.

I turned and looked at the second photo. She was sat on a white leather sofa, which brought out her tanned skin. Again, she was not looking at the camera but had her head turned to one side. Her legs were together, but you could see the top of her trimmed light brown pubic hair. Callie shaved her hair into a long strip, thin enough that the hair did not obscure any detail when you looked down there, which is just how I liked it. Fortunately in the photo with her legs together all you could see was the top of her brown patch. She had her hands down by her sides, palms on the sofa which allowed a view of her breasts. Although there were subtle patches from sunbathing with a bikini on, Callie visited the tanning salon every now and then so the patches were not solid white but a lighter tan colour. Her breasts were nice and firm and her nipples in the photo standing out slightly. It must have been cold in the room, I surmised.

There were only four photos in total and as I turned to the next one, I was even more shocked than I already was. Sat on the edge of the same sofa, Callie now had her legs open wide. You could see everything. Her brown pubes not thick enough to cover anything, I could plainly see the slightly darker skin colour of her pussy. Her dark pink pussy lips pulled apart ever so slightly by the angle of her legs. The photos were 6x4, so they were not huge, but big enough for me to see enough detail of my girlfriend's naked privates. Leaning back on the sofa, Callie was this time looking straight into the camera; not smiling, but biting her lip nervously. I was beginning to feel my stomach churning again. I knew that the man would have seen her naked and more, yet I was somehow not prepared to have an image of it burned into my mind.

My breathing fast, I turned to the last photo. It was taken as the man was standing up, but looking down at his feet. He was wearing a white shirt and grey trousers and black socks, obviously home from work not long before. In the center of the photo, was Callie kneeling down directly in front of him but looking up into the camera with her big innocent brown eyes. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, but unmistakably in the center of the photo was the Japanese man's dick. The man was not huge, but his dick was only semi erect in the photo. Probably about 4 inches at that state, it was uncircumcised and had a distinct bend to the left of the photo. Fortunately Callie was not touching the man in the photo. I was not sure how I would feel seeing a photo like that. It was obvious what the 5th photo would have shown had there been a 5th photo. Callie was not scared of giving me oral sex. It was not her favourite and would have no problem never doing it, but I enjoyed it so she obliged when we made love. She did not really like the idea of sperm though, so had never actually tasted it. I always finished off inside her pussy rather than anywhere near her mouth.

I glanced down at the tape lying on my desk and a shiver ran through me as I tried not to think that it could be a tape showing the entire evening. Something I did not really want to see. I went downstairs and popped the tape in the video. The quality was not that great and it took me a second to realize that it was not a tape of Callie and the man. It was the security tape from the shop. Callie was supposed to get this tape from the man on her night there. Maybe she forgot. At least the man had the conscience to send it to me, although I had no idea how he got my address. I watched the black and white image on my TV and although it was that clear, it was obvious that Callie and I were sat at a counter. Suddenly, the words 'slow motion' appeared on the top of the screen in white, and I watched as the man turned his back to attend to the customers sat besides us. As I glanced to look at those customers, I saw Callie's hand quickly slip a necklace into her pocket. God she was fast! I turned back to face Callie and then glanced at the Japanese man again to see him looking towards us and then realizing that stealing anything would be difficult. Little did I know the deed had been done!

I picked up the phone and dialed Callie's number.

"Hi Sexy!" came the voice on the other side.

"Hi baby. I think you had better leave your homework and come over here and have a look at something." I said, seriously.

"Haha, James, you know this work is due tomorrow, we can play later tonight when you get back." She giggled.

"No, no, it isn't that. I think you had better come over" I said, still in a serious tone.

"Oh, ok ... um ... I'll be right there" she replied, sensing that something was not quite right.

A few minutes later she knocked on the door and I directed her into the living room. She froze as she realized what she was looking at.

"At least he gave us the tape like he promised to do" I said.

"James, he already gave me the tape. He gave it to me that night when I left." Callie said, her gaze still planted on the TV.

My mouth dropped.

"He showed me the tape on his TV, then he took it out and handed it straight to me. I ... went to my car and ripped out the entire tape and scrunched it up. I even snapped it ... then I dropped it in a bin by the side of the road on the way home ... I don't understand..."

"The asshole must have made copies!" I exclaimed. I was shocked. Here was something else that had not occurred to me. "There's more Callie. Upstairs"

We got up there and I handed her the four photos. She stared at each one, not looking too shocked. I suppose she had guessed there would be photos if there was a tape.

"I'm sorry James" she blurted out "He said I had ****, which I didn't. He said that it was only for him to remember the occasion with and that no-one would ever see. I made him promise and he said he did on his mothers grave ... I ... I believed him ... he seemed sincere enough about it." She paused. "That fucker! That complete fucker! There's more than these 4 too. He took loads..."

"Look it's ok ... lets just forget it. We'll destroy this tape as well and forget the whole thing ok?" I reassured.

"There's a note. Did you see the note?" she said, pointing to a white piece of paper still sitting inside the package.

"What? Oh. I must have missed it." I said, grabbing the note.