I paused for a minute, thinking it over. “I don’t think so,” I concluded. “I don’t think anyone could get tired of you. I certainly couldn’t.”
She blushed. “Well, I don’t know if we should do this again,” she said, gesturing between the two of us. “We work together and our parents are married now. It’ll get too messy. I think we’ve gotten it out of our systems, though.”
“We’ll see about that,” I scoffed. There was no way she wouldn’t come back to me, begging for more. I wasn’t even concerned about that. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Before I left the hotel room, I gave her one final kiss. “Have fun taking care of your boyfriend.” I chuckled. “He becomes a child when he’s hung over and not feeling well.”
She smiled. “Then he’s lucky to have had you as a nurse all of these years.”
I winked and grabbed my tuxedo jacket and phone, hoping to sneak out of the hotel before any of my dad’s guests spotted me.
When I got home, I flopped down on my bed and pulled my phone from my pocket. This little device was now worth more to me than I ever thought possible. Little did the other two know, but I had taken pictures and videos of the entire thing.
I’m not exactly sure where the idea to document it all came from, but once it popped into my perverted brain, I couldn’t shake it. It felt less like voyeurism and more like art. Whitney’s body was a masterpiece, so it was only fitting that I got it all on camera.
Of course, I was only going to use it for my own entertainment—I wasn’t a creep. During my alone time, this would be even bet
ter than scouring the Internet for something that worked for me. As I learned last night, what we did really got me going.
I was still pretty exhausted from making love all night, and my eyelids felt heavy. I wanted to watch my footage a few times, but my sleepiness was making it impossible. I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, Whitney was standing at the foot of my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I had to come see you.”
“Where’s Ted?”
“At home. I didn’t tell him I was coming here.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You couldn’t get enough, could you?”
She grinned. “I couldn’t. I want you so badly.”
“Come here,” I beckoned. She walked toward me, pulling more clothes off the closer she got. She crawled onto my bed and I quickly wrapped my arms around her to give her a big kiss. When I pulled away, it was Ted in my arms, shoving me away.
I woke with a start, the weird dream still fresh in my mind.
I wiped the clammy sweat from my brow and rolled over in bed. The pictures in my phone were haunting me, probably because I was being selfish by keeping them all to myself. I rubbed my blurry eyes and selected all the pictures and videos and sent them to Ted. Then I fell asleep and thankfully, had a dreamless nap.
When I woke up again, it was because Ted was calling me.
“What’s up?” I answered in a raspy voice. “Did you enjoy the videos?”
“What videos? I’m supposed to remind you to return your tux to the rental shop by four. Otherwise, your dad has to pay an extra day. Do you remember having this discussion yesterday?”
“Oh, yeah,” I muttered. “I’ll do that later. Thanks for the reminder.”
“No problem. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Talk to you—wait,” I added before saying goodbye. “How are you not either appreciative or creeped out by the videos? I thought you might find them as useful as I have.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I sent them to you this morning when I got home.”
“I’ve had my phone on me all day. I haven’t gotten any texts from you.”
I blinked. It was like I could hear his words, but they weren’t clicking in my brain.
“Maybe that was in a dream. I did have a pretty weird dream during my nap. Let me check.”
I flipped through my sent messages. “Yeah, here it is. Twelve nineteen, sent message to—Tessa?”
“Who’s Tessa?”
I felt dizzy, like my bed was spinning. This was worse than sending a sexy text massage to your boss or accidentally talking shit about someone to that person. I just sent pornography, featuring me, to the wrong person.
“Oh my God,” I cried. “I accidentally sent it to one of the nurses. No, not just one of the nurses—the gossipiest of the nurses.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“No, you don’t fucking understand,” I shouted. “Those videos were very private. No one besides you or Whitney, should have ever seen them.”
Ted was silent.
“Are you still there? Ted? Oh, shit, I really fucked up.”
“I’m here,” he said in such a low voice, I could hardly hear him. “I—I think I know what you’re talking about. I saw you taking pictures of us. I saw you taking a picture of Whitney going down on me.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “That’s not even the half of it! It wasn’t just a picture, Ted. I took videos—lots of videos. I’m in them too. It’s much worse that just a blowjob.”
“How much of what we did was recorded?”
“Pretty much all of it.”
“Shit,” Ted groaned. “Can you tell it’s us in the video?”
“Let me send it to you. I’ll double check to make sure it’s actually you this time.”
I sent the videos and waited. When I heard the noises, I knew that he was watching.