A Tape Named Jim

"Who’s there," she said upon hearing the knocking at the door.

"It’s Gary, Cynthia," he said from the other side of the door.

"Oh alright hold on," he heard from beyond the heavy wooden door. Then there was distinct clicking sound of brass mechanics scraping against each other as she unlocked the door. The knob twisted and the door opened upon the spacious apartment. "I’m sorry Gary," Cynthia said in an out of breath voice. "Come on in, I was just working out."

"Oh I didn’t mean to interrupt you," he said apologetically with a quick head to foot gaze of her form. "Susan told me to be here. We were going to go catch a movie."

"Oh hell you aren’t interrupting Gary. I was just finishing up." She took a long pull off of the clear plastic water bottle in her hand, arching her back in the process. Gary could not help but notice how the spandex sports bra and matching shorts fit her form as perfectly as the neon green and yellow stripes along the sides seemed to call attention to the best of her curves. She swallowed the water and looked back at him with a gentle and knowing smirk. "Like the outfit do you? It’s Susan’s."

"Oh! I knew I had seen it before. It looks so familiar!" He had no idea, but it was a good cover for his over anxious eyes. "I think she wore that on that bike ride we took last weekend. Speaking of which, where is she? I know I’m not early?"

"Oh shit you didn’t get her message did you?" She sucked more water. In the background the instructor of her Tae Bo video was just finishing up his closing remarks on stretching and cooling down the muscles.

"I guess not," he said.

"What message is that?

" He spoke in a louder but not quite loud voice over the deep bass voice exerting from the speakers reminding everyone how to avoid cramping muscles after a workout.

"Oh shit how rude can I be." Cynthia wheeled around and grabbed the remote control off of the red loveseat and aimed it at the entertainment center as she lowered the volume. She dropped the remote back onto the loveseat and took another pull of water as she turned back to Gary. "She got called into work for a few hours. Some emergency with the computers or something like that. She left the message on your machine. Must have just missed you."

"Must have," he said. "How long will she be?"

"She said no more than two or three hours." She guzzled more water. "Sorry."

"Well I guess we can catch the later show."

"Yeah, but hey you know you’re welcome to hang out here in the meantime. My exercise video is in the machine but put in whatever you like."

Gary raised an eyebrow. "Really you don’t mind. That would save me that long trip across town and back again." He began to slip off his coat, flexing beneath the black tee shirt his own not so unimpressive chest out in the process. "I’ll just hang up my coat in the closet."

She instantly took it from his hand. "I’ll hang it for you. I need to get a towel anyway. I have to go take a shower. I must look pretty skanky."

Gary let loose a short smile. He looked at her dark blonde hair that she had tied back. He had always thought Cynthia’s hair was beautiful but pulled back it better revealed her lovely face. Gary very often admired her bright emerald eyes and soft facial features that made her look five years younger than her twenty-two years. Her constant habit of working out may have left their living room free of furniture, but it gave her the form and build of a comic book heroine: muscular but not bulky; strong yet still feminine. Gary said to her: "You can look like a whole lot of things Cynthia but

skanky

is not one of them."

She smiled at the compliment. Gary thought he even saw a touch of blushing in her cheeks. "Well thanks." There was a distinct pause as they looked at each other. A pause that paved the way for a quick bolt of mutual attraction. She was first to break it. "Well, why don’t you go turn something on?" she said.

"Okay," he turned and walked away and had a seat on the loveseat that served as a sofa in hers and Susan’s living room. Or more accurately put, served as the

only

sitting furniture in their living room. It was a beautiful apartment without a doubt. High ceilings, all hardwood floors, antique molding, and tons of space. But, both Susan and Cynthia used their work out videos constantly; Gary felt sometimes almost compulsively so the completion of their furniture décor was the small loveseat, a huge oak entertainment center, and set of tower speakers which resided against the far wall. The entertainment setup was so large in fact that the first time Susan had brought him up to the apartment he took one look at it and asked her:

"So which one of you is Joey and which is Chandler?"

He got a slanted-eyed smirk; and a wisp back of her long curly black hair as she planted a fast peck on his lips for an answer; but later that night he did get what was quite possibly the best blowjob of his life. He had to smile a bit as he stepped over to the loveseat and had a seat as Cynthia fumbled hanging his coat and grabbing a towel before closing the slotted style door firmly. He looked at the credits rolling on the Tae Bo tape and turned off the TV and VCR. "So do you two have anything good to watch?"

"Yeah I think we just got a dubbed copy of

Phantom Menace

if you’re interested. Susan got it from her brother." She began to walk away from the closet to her own room, towel draped over her shoulder and swaying with her stride, making it distinctly more of a sachet’ than a walk. "I think it’s on top on the entertainment center."

"You know I haven’t seen that since we all rented it after we doubled to go see

Gladiator

. Who was that guy you were with?"

Cynthia walked into her bedroom, the doorway to which was a good space behind the loveseat. Susan’s, which he now shared a great deal of the time, was directly to the left. Gary could not help but catch the reflection on the blank TV screen of Cynthia walking her sachet behind him and into her room. He again observed how Susan’s spandex outfit definitely looked as good on her as it looked on Susan.

"You mean Jim?" she said. Gary focused his eyes hard on the blank screen and could see her reflection with a convex clarity. She had her back facing the door as she reached around herself and grabbed the bottom hem of her top and began to peel it upward. "Oh I’m still seeing him sort of on and off…"

"Oh," he managed to say. His eyes were fixed to the reflective screen like laser sights as she peeled her top off and threw it aside, never turning around so much as an inch. Gary only saw the slightly distorted image of her well formed back.

"I guess that Tae Bo really works. Does she even know she forgot to close the door? Did she forget to close the door?"

A tantalizing thought that was. Tantalizing enough to cause a fast fire down below so to speak that hardened so fast he thought his cock would rip clean through his jeans. He spoke on but in a distinctly more timid voice.

"He seems like a nice guy."

"Yeah, he is," she next took the scrunchie out of her hair and shook it loose over her shoulders and down her back. It waved in the reflection like a burlesque funhouse mirror. "Neither of us are looking for anything serious right now." He saw as she took the waistband of her shorts and began to peel them downward off of her sweaty skin, slowly revealing to Gary the ass he had often dreamed of seeing. And now, in this reflective state, it almost seemed like a dream as she bent down, rolling the wet and sweaty shorts down past her knees, extending her ass up and out as if showing it off to the back of his head. She stood back up and stepped out of the shorts even as she grabbed the white towel from her bed, never turning around so much as a hair until she wrapped it around her body and tucked the folds together. She turned briefly. Well I’m gonna shower. Enjoy the movie. I’ll watch it with you when I’m cleaned up."

"Okay,"

was the only thing he could meekly blurt out as she vanished from the screen into the bathroom that adjoined her room. As he heard the bathroom door shut Gary sucked in a long, deep breath. Deeper than he could remember ever taking. By the time he exhaled he heard the sudden blast of water as Cynthia turned on the shower.

"Jesus Christ what was that about? Was that an invitation; a mistake; a show of trust because I’m with her roommate. She has seen me in a towel plenty of times but Christ almighty. Water’s running…Do I go in there? Should I go in there is that what she wants? If it’s not I can kiss Susan good bye too. Bet she is soaping up her body right now. Shampooing her hair. Doing herself in there. Putting her fingers… Jesus got to think of something else. Movie. Gonna watch that movie and watch Obi Won kick some ass. Good idea… relax…just relax…"

Gary got up from the loveseat, crouching as he did due to the awakening, almost blinding painfulness of his hardened cock.

"Damn this hurts."

He said in a low voice as he walked hunched over to the entertainment center.

"Can’t ever remember being this hard. Shit it hurts. Hope Susan is in the mood tonight because I’m going to split her in two like a piece of fucking firewood."

He listened to the shower running as he fumbled through the few videotapes that lay on top of the entertainment center.

"Well you told me it was here and now I can’t find it?" he muttered. On top of the entertainment center was a tape that had

Sister Act

; written across the label in black pen.

"Didn’t like it when I saw it the first time…"

he thought absentmindedly as he fumbled another tape labeled "The

Simpson’s"

which he also couldn’t stand. There was a third tape laying face down which Gary picked up.

"That’s weird. No label."

It was just a black; there was no label along the side as there always was on videos. Then he turned it over. Gary wrinkled his brow a hair. On the top of the tape was a small piece of masking tape with only the word

"Jim"

scrawled across it in thin ballpoint pen. Gary looked at the odd label a moment. Still looking at

"Jim"

he hit the eject button on the VCR and set the exercise tape aside.

With a quick glance back towards Cynthia’s open bedroom door he still heard the shower running. Cynthia always took very long showers; Susan had once confided to him that Cynthia almost always masturbated in the shower. Gary looked back down at the tape.

"What the hell," he muttered with a smirk.

Gary turned on the television and brought the volume of HBO’s presentation of

"City of Angels"

down low. Cynthia and Susan always listened to their videos very loudly as they worked out. With another sly glance back at the open bedroom door, he slid the tape quietly into the VCR and hit play. His thinking process clearly shifting gears as images flashed through his head of watching both Susan and Cynthia follow the kicks and spins and punches and whatever else made up their average workout. He walked back down to the loveseat, his hardon not even close to subsiding, remote control firmly in his hand.

Gary did not expect to see what he did.

At first he thought that the VCR, the TV, or the tape were not working correctly. All that was on the screen was the same view he had seen in the reflection: Cynthia’s bedroom. He glanced behind himself again. The differences arose. On the image he was seeing on the screen there were long black candles lit everywhere: on the nightstand, around the bed, in the windowsill, casting the whole room in a shimmering shadowy light of nighttime. Gary turned around fast and saw the exact same scene through Cynthia’s open door: the bed, the nightstand, and the windowsill with afternoon sunlight pouring through. In a muffled almost echoed tone, He heard the music of Queensryches’

Operation: Mindcrime

coming from somewhere. Gary looked ahead at the stereo system, which sat alongside the video system within the large piece of cabinetry. A thing or two began to come clear to him as he looked upon the towering speakers on either side of the entertainment center as they again echoed back the music in a mechanical de ja vous.

"No… What the hell is this but it… no… ain’t what you’re thinking…now your wishful thinking is just taking over Gary old boy.

"No,"

the thought crossed instantly into his mind.

"Can’t be. Just can’t be… just can’t…"

Even as the thought ran across his mind it became the thing that could not be. Gary’s mouth dropped as he watched on the wide screen TV, Cynthia walk across her bedroom. He first saw a rear view of her walking the a few slinky, deliberately slow steps towards the bed.

"Holy…"

was all that Gary could mutter as he saw her walk wearing only a set of thigh high white stockings. He saw her climb onto the bed. He watched as she got down on all fours, and looked into the camera knowingly.

Cynthia smiled widely into the camera. Gary jerked his head around fast towards her room, making sure that the shower was still running strong and in a strange fanciful way making sure that she was not at that moment down on all fours on her bed, smiling in his direction. His head flinched back to the screen just as Cynthia’s voice rode the music through the speakers and to Gary’s ears.

"Come on, don’t be shy. I want that great cock of yours over here,"

she whispered in a voice that Gary had never before heard her use. Gary did not even blink for fear of loosing as instant of her image. Her hair hanging down, her ass arched high. Her breasts dangling down, moving and swishing with a soft firmness as if scoffing at the very idea of gravity.

A second form entered the screen from behind the camera. A man, his back to the camera. A rather well formed man, muscular but not bulging, about six feet tall with short brown hair. As he stepped into view Cynthia rose up on her knees. She smiled widely as he came into plain view and turned in profile.

"Jim,"

Gary muttered in disbelief. Jim stood there on the screen, completely nude standing next to Cynthia. A guy he had met barely enough times to count on one hand. A good guy, a nice guy. The four of them had played

Pictionary

together. Now, a guy who’s engorged penis flashed into view as he turned towards the camera. Cynthia reached out and wrapped both hands around his member even as Jim reached out for her breasts. She moaned as he took them in each hand. Jim moaned even louder as he squeezed her breasts and leaned in to kiss her, their tongues clearly visible in the thick blackened candlelight; snaking and crawling as they kissed open mouthed before their lips closed around each other’s.

Hands began to roam, exploring body parts with a fluidity of movement that was as erotic as it was deliberately done for the camera. Their kissing changed as their tongues came into view. Cynthia shifted a bit to get a better angle for the camera as she took Jim’s tongue between her lips and proceeded to suck it like a candied treat, even as she had both hands wrapped around what Gary could not help but describe as a tremendously beautiful cock. Large but not a comically, almost cartoon sort of cock. It stood out all by itself. It stood out erect in a way Gary could not help but notice. Gary had the fast image of an eagle taking flight run through his head. He shook his head back and forth a bit, as if to shake it off. On the screen, the two shifted the positions of their mouths just a hair, as the sucker became the sucked.

Gary simply and plainly watched. He dared not move for fear he would cum in his pants for the first time since he was fifteen and he first felt a female touch on the fly of his jeans.

"Shower still running…shower still running…"

he watched on, sweating profusely now as Cynthia pulled her tongue free of Jim’s lips and took her gripped hands away from him as well. She flipped her hair away from the camera and smiled wide as she got down on all fours. She motioned clearly for Jim to kneel on the bed in front of her. Before Gary’s eyes, they did, and in perfect view of the camera Cynthia began to lick and kiss Jim’s chest. He moaned aloud when she apparently bit his nipple. On downward and downward she went. Gary watched, slack jawed and light headed as she nimbly took his cock into her hand. He physically shuttered when she squeezed and a spurt of precum shot out onto her outstretched tongue. Gary’s body seemed to spasm with Jim’s on-screen when Cynthia pursed her lips together and began to take Jim’s shaft into her mouth, the sounds of her moans clearly audible.

"Shower still running shower still suck that cock shower running oh god I can’t can’t…"

were only a few of the thoughts that poured through his head like a broken levee of his deep, secret, "exotic" thoughts. When he saw Cynthia begin to move her mouth up and down on Jim’s cock he couldn’t help but groan out the words: "Oh go baby go…" louder than he had probably wanted to. When he saw Cynthia slowly move one hand between her own legs and heard her start to moan was Gary’s breaking point.

"Shower still running…still going time time my God… have to have to…"

Gary fumbled for his fly and jerked it open almost hard enough to tear his kackies. As Cynthia stopped sucking Jim’s cock and began to lick the head feverishly, Gary’s pants and briefs were around his ankles. For an instant he thought he had cum in his pants but then realized that it was merely precum flowing in a stream down the length of his cock like a plastic honey bottle someone was slowly and torturously squeezing. He touched the head of his cock, feeling the hot precum even as it dripped and swirled down over every ridge, crevice and vein of his shaft down to his pubic hair where it kept flowing down along his balls, which by this point felt like dead chunks of lead.

"Gonna cum…gonna cum…. don’t care…gotta cum…"

On the screen Cynthia began to moan louder against Jim’s cock. One hand was pressed against his thigh for support; her other hand was swinging back and forth between her own legs. Cynthia’s arm jerked back and forth faster and faster as she moaned against Jim louder and louder, almost violently as she prepared to cum. Her lips bobbed back and forth like a piston around Jim’s cock. Jim was leaning back, his head thrown back and his teeth clenched. The sounds of both their moans and grunts were crystal clear through the high quality speakers.

Gary gazed at the screen wide eyed and slack jawed, apparently oblivious as his thoughts began to change from flashes and explosions in his head to words coming out of his lips. "Gonna cum…gonna cum and hit the fucking ceiling…my god want to cum all over the TV screen, right on her tits… gonna cum…. Have to cum… All over you baby…all for you baby!"

"have time yet…shower still running shower still running… I have time…"

Gary stroked his cock vigorously, feeling his eminent orgasm and beginning to gasp and grit his teeth under the sounds of Cynthia and Jim both grunting and groaning on the TV screen as they moved faster and faster towards the climax of their own little story. As he felt the immense build up that made him dizzy he rested a palm over the head of his cock. The intense pressure the instant before orgasm tore through his entire body like a shock wave, intensifying all of his senses. There was the strong sound of the shower running behind Cynthia’s room. There was the pounding of his heart and lungs going so fast they seemed ready to explode in his chest. The music pounding and what were becoming the almost animal like moans coming from the speakers as Jim screamed and came into Cynthia’s groaning mouth. The hot, thick smell of his own semen as it just began to burst forth from his cock. All things intensified and magnified. Even the familiar voice behind him was almost perversely clear and calm as Cynthia said to him:

"If you think this is something you should see when he takes me from behind."