Intermission - Watching videos (Part 1).

Fernanda rushed home that Sunday morning, getting there by about noon after going out. She’d gotten together with Grace again, shown her some of the stuff she’d been working on. By the end of their breakfast, though, Grace gave her something. It was a micro SD card with an adaptor.

“What you wanted,” she said with the biggest, most mischievous grin on her face. “Thanks for the request, by the way. It was a great Saturday. The password is your name.”

Fernanda’s heart skipped a beat and her whole body was covered in goosebumps. She stared at the SD card on her hand, then at Grace with her jaw hanging.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me… We’re going to record some more. You know, in case you want them.”

Grace left with a spring to her step. It also explained why she’d been in such a great mood the whole meeting. Fernanda felt her heart stir and her crotch tingle, but she still wasn’t sure if the sensation was good or bad.

Once home, she grabbed her laptop and jumped on her bed. Her parents were out having lunch and then they’d go shopping for some new furniture. They wouldn’t be back in at least 3 hours.

Her heart raced like crazy. She slotted the card in the adapter and the adapter in her laptop. Her ears burned and her hand shook, making navigating to the single folder in the card awkward.

The folder was named… ‘Incriminating Evidence,’ because apparently they had a sense of humor. Her gut feeling told her it was Oliver.

Fernanda sighed heavily. She understood how it would seem to them, and the name of the folder told her that the group decided to give her this despite being aware of the risk.

She opened the folder and was prompted to input a password. Grace had said it was her name, but… Was it with the first F capitalized? All lower cases? All upper cases? Name AND surname? Dumb questions born from dumb anxiety. It was just ‘Fernanda’ with the first F capitalized. First try, too.

Inside the folder were four videos, which Fernanda found a little odd. From the way Grace spoke it sounded like they… recorded a lot. Maybe they just had fun doing it? Well… No use wondering.

With unsteady hands and a thundering heart, Fernanda clicked on the first video before panicking and remembering to lower the volume as much as she could. She decided against wearing headphones because then she wouldn’t be able to hear if her parents were back early.

Alright, girl. Deep breaths.

The first video started with… Diana. Oh, God, it was Diana. She was right in front of the camera, dressed in a black button-up shirt and black dress pants, and was apparently setting up her phone in a corner of the room. Speaking of, the room seemed to be hers, with a double bed and pretty standard furniture. At least, it didn’t seem like a hotel room and, despite never being there, she knew what Oliver’s room looked like from his videos.

Diana then sighed and looked directly at the camera, or more like… at the person watching.

“Hey… So… I think I understand why you want to do this. I had the same questions when this all started. I wasn’t sure how I’d take it. So… if it feels bad, don’t **** it. Just close the video. If not, then…” Diana chuckled. “It sounds weird, but I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

Oliver came into the room a moment later, wearing a white shirt and black dress pants, similar to Diana’s. The lights of the room were on, so… Did this happen at night? Were they just coming back from work?

“So… Are we really doing it?” he asked.

Diana smiled, walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a quick kiss. Fernanda’s crotch throbbed. “What? Getting cold feet?” she teased. “Or maybe stage fright?”

“I’m getting better at that, thankfully,” he said with that pure chuckle of his. He then began to look around. “So… Where do we put the camera? Or…”

“It’s taken care of. Don’t worry,” Diana said, undoing his first few buttons as she kissed his neck. From this angle, seeing their profiles, the size difference was noticeable. Diana really was tall.

Oliver sighed, smiled and put his hands on Diana’s waist, meeting her lips in a kiss that deepened really quickly. Fernanda swallowed the saliva quickly watering her mouth. She watched them make out, saw their tongues meeting and saw how they embraced each other even closer by the second. It was so weird.

The man she liked, the man she had fallen for, was passionately kissing another woman. No, not even just ‘another woman,’ but Diana, someone Fernanda knew and respected. At the same time, having kissed Oliver just a couple of days ago, Fernanda knew exactly what Diana must’ve been feeling. No, again she was wrong. It must’ve felt even better because Diana knew what she was doing. Just thinking about it made Fernanda feel an indescribable itch in her own tongue.

Eventually, Diana pulled away from the kiss with a loud gasp, yet she immediately got on her knees and unbuckled Oliver’s belt.

“Oh, fuck…” Fernanda gasped. This was it. Her heart felt as high as her throat, and the heat between her legs made her press her thighs together while shifting uncomfortably. Then, in seconds, there it was. Fernanda swallowed even more saliva.

It was large. Huge. Not ridiculously so, but even with Diana stroking it with both hands it didn’t fully cover it. It was… fairly thick, too. It was close, but Diana’s hand couldn’t fully close around it.

“You worked hard today. Let me do it for you instead,” Oliver said.

“Shut up. I worked hard and this is my reward.” Diana opened her mouth and took his cock inside her mouth with a faint slurp.

Holy shit.

She was really watching another woman suck her crush’s cock. She watched him run his hand along her hair, taking deep breaths and looking down at her with slightly narrowed eyes and a small smile. She watched Diana suck and lick his cock, bobbing her head back and forth while stroking him close to the base. And she watched for… Wait, how long had it been? Really, she hadn’t even bothered to check the length of the video…

…

FOUR HOURS LONG!?

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