Still Friends

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Lesbian, Heterosexual, DomSub, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, .

Desc: Sex Story: The first time he's left alone in her apartment, he notices some cryptically-labeled videotapes. Soon he finds out there's more to her than he'd ever imagined.

©Copyright 2003

I'd been lying there a while, in that weird state between sleep and wakefulness. It was morning, the sun was out. Diane wasn't around.

It really was the first time Diane had left me alone in her apartment. Things were going well between us and I'd begun to spend more and more time at her place, and the thought crossed my mind that with her casual acceptance of my presence even while she was away, we'd reached yet another milestone. Feeling lazy and having nothing pressing, I simply lay there for some minutes.

What finally got me up was just a touch of curiosity. On the shelf in Diane's closet, which was sitting open, was a row of videotapes, neatly boxed and labelled. I'd certainly noticed the collection before, but though I'd chosen not to be nosy about them, I couldn't help but be curious, given the time we'd spent in that room. So thinking a little about how long Diane was likely to be out, I got up and took a closer look.

On each one was a name and a date. A first name, or more specifically a male first name. I looked at the row, about twenty five tapes or so. I looked at the dates. The first tape was dated about five years before. I can't say when the thought first crossed my mind, I guess it's just inevitable given the tapes were away from public view, were labeled in that manner. You just had to figure they could be something of an especially private nature.

And yet knowing Diane, that didn't seem likely. She was certainly a sexual person, but the obvious devotion she'd shown me strongly suggested a very traditional attitude toward relationships. And despite my curious nature, the thought occurred to me that if she did have an interesting past that she kept quiet about, that it was her own business until she chose to share it. Despite what they say about me, I do have scruples.

But apparently not enough to suppress my curiosity that morning. I'd made it to the kitchen and was looking to make some coffee when I succumbed, returned, and considering again how long she was likely to be out, took the first tape. "James, 3/23/1998" it said. Intrigued, I put it in the VCR.

It began with a touch of shaking but soon it became clear that it was Diane's bedroom. "Right over here," said a voice. Diane's voice.

A guy stepped into view. He was tall, and fairly muscular. There was just a touch of laughter. Diane's. "OK," said Diane. "Get undressed."

The guy looked a touch confused, but then smiled and said "Come here." He spoke to someone out of the field of view, near the camera. He grinned, and looked like he might come forward.

"In due time," said Diane. "Go ahead, get undressed. For me."

Grinning at her, he started undoing his shirt. I turned it off.

I sat there, staring at the blank screen for a while, but then coming to my senses, rewound the tape and replaced it. It was pretty clear I'd run into exactly what I'd suspected and I'd quickly found I didn't want to see Diane with other guys. I found myself thinking as I scrounged a breakfast. It was a fair number of tapes over the five or so years. Each tape had a different name. Not so many as to document her with a different guys each night or anything like that, but several guys per year. If she spent two or three months with each guy, it would about add up. I thought about whether the guy was aware of the tape: it seemed like he would be. I admit the thought crossed my mind again to watch more of it, but I realized on balance I certainly didn't want to.

When Diane returned, I did my best to act normal. She'd been out running with her friend Karen, at a park near Karen's place, something they often did on Saturday mornings. I found myself surreptitiously studying her that morning as she joined me for breakfast and reading the paper. She was no different than she had been, but having confirmed the content of those tapes, I found myself thinking, wondering. Did the tapes show her to be someone I didn't know? Which was the real Diane? Or was I making far too much of this?

Fortunately as time passed, my obsession subsided and I was able to function normally. And since Diane acted no different, I was able to lay my doubts to rest: she was the same woman who'd gained my interest three months earlier and who spent almost every evening with me.

It was when we had sex that night that the thoughts returned. She was her usual passionate self, seeming "into" me in a big way and as always, it was a heady experience to share intimate times with her. But afterward as I lay there, I began to wonder if she was as enthusiastic with other lovers. Obviously this is a thought that could occur to me in any case, but somehow, having seen the tapes and knowing they were there made me dwell on the question. Was it because I knew she'd had so many lovers?

I hadn't planned it, or at least not consciously. Inevitably there was another occasion when I hung out at her apartment when she was out, and I swear I had not been "waiting for the opportunity" or any such thing, but once I was there alone, the thought crossed my mind and I couldn't escape it. I got the tape again.

And watched again. And it struck me as strange the way she asked him to undress. I didn't turn it off, and watched him proceed. I thought about fast forwarding. "Aren't you going to join me?" the guy said.

"I like to watch you undress," she said. It sounded so lewd, and I couldn't recall a time when she'd taken any similar attitude with me. Something about that bothered me, as if she were in some manner holding back with me. I remember feeling a little guilty about setting myself up for such thoughts. But I watched, even though all it showed was a guy undressing. "Good," came Diane's voice, as he got down to his underwear. He looked at her questioningly, apparently feeling a little funny about going further, or wondering whether she were ready to join him. It was a totally natural reaction. "Go on," she said.

He grinned, and did so. I'd half expected him to make a silly show of it, but he just looked a little nervous. "Well?" he said, now naked, obviously expecting her to join him.

"Lie down on the bed," she said.

He looked at her curiously, but seemed to decide that one way or another, things were proceeding, and did as she asked. "On your stomach," she said.

"What?"

She moved closer, partially blocking the view. "Come on now, on your stomach, OK?"

I saw him roll over. "Nice," she said. "Now, put your hands behind your neck."

He laughed just a touch, and I think he rolled to look at her. "Go ahead," she said. "Humor me, OK?"

"What is this?" he asked, as he did it.

"Good," she said. It was funny the way her voice sounded as she said it, she sounded completely sincere, as if she were very pleased. "Now," she said, moving closer to him, putting her in clear view, "what I have here is a cane, which will sting quite a bit."

"What?" said the guy, suddenly rolling over to look at her, as startled as I was.

"Ah, now lie back down, on your stomach."

"But..."

"Don't worry about it. Please. Just lie back down."

"Listen, this is crazy..."

"Shh," she said, in a sort-of soothing manner. "Don't worry," she added, still retaining the soothing tone. "Lie back down. Everything is fine."

"Uh, I'm not into this..." he said, as he did what she asked.

"Don't worry," she said. "It's nothing to get worried about, OK?"

"I--think I'd better go," he said.

"Not just yet," she said, sitting next to him. I stared at the picture, incredulous. "Now calm down and say nothing," she said. She stroked his back as she said it. "Don't worry, but don't say anything for a little while."

For a moment they remained like that. She stroked his back. Diane! "I have to go," he said suddenly.

"Sh," she said, now her voice even more calm. "In a bit. Everything will be fine." Then she stood, trailing her hand off him. "Don't say a word. I'll just give you five and it'll be over soon."

"Diane," he said.

"Sh," she said. "Don't move."

And he didn't! He lay there, obediently, on his stomach, his hands behind his neck. She backed away a little and stretched out her arm with the cane. "It'll sting a bit but remember, five and they're all over," she said. "You're doing great."

For a moment she simply stood there, holding the cane. Then, suddenly, she took a backswing, and whipped it down on his ass. I almost felt the wind knocked out of me, seeing her do that. The guy gasped. "Sh," she said. And she gave him another.

And more. And then she turned away, after the fifth. "Good," she said, "excellent. You can get dressed again."

"What?" he said. He sounded confused. I wondered whether he thought she'd undress and join him in the bed. Just a little earlier he'd seemed ready to leave.

"You did very nicely and you can get dressed again now, but no talk." She left the view of the camera, apparently back to where she'd been before.

"But..."

"No talk," she repeated.

He openly rubbed his ass as he stood, careful not to sit on it. Then, finding his clothes he began to dress. I found I didn't want to watch a guy dressing and almost turned it off, but in the end, I simply looked away. "You can go now," came her voice, a bit later. I looked back to find him practically dressed. He left, and she did too and the tape simply showed the bed. The bed she and I had been sleeping in. I stared at it. Then her footsteps came, and the camera went off.

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