"See you tonight," I say and kiss my girlfriend goodbye. She's off to work in the café, and has just come by to drop some stuff off. We don't live together, but we have been seeing each other for four years, so we probably are soon. I take her backpack and watch her ass as she runs down the stairs with her bleached blonde hair dancing around her shoulders.
A few hours later as I'm watching a Simpsons episode I have seen a thousand times before, she texts me. She wants me to charge her computer for her so her unsaved documents won't disappear. I chuckle a little about how little she knows about computers, but text her back that I will. Someone who didn't know my girlfriend would perhaps think she is a bit of a bimbo, but I know she is smart as well.
I connect the charger to her laptop and open it up. Maybe there is something other than old Simpsons episodes here, I think, and start searching for something to watch.
"Jesus!" I mutter to myself, "Why can't you just keep all the tv-series in the same folder?" They are spread all over the harddrive. A cluster on the desktop, and the rest scattered all over. I just put in a search for video files over 20 minutes instead and wait as the results start popping up.
I scroll down. Massive amounts of things I wouldn't watch. Desperate Housewives, Gossip Girl and so on. I scroll through the entire list and can't find anything of interest. Checking again, I see one strange filename under a long list of Sex and the City episodes: sMu0K1QWuE.mp4, 21 minutes 3 seconds.
Having no idea this video will change my life, I double-click it with mild curiosity.
It starts with my girlfriends face in the frame. Saying, "I think it's on now!"
Oh my god, I think, please let it be a karaoke video or something! I laugh a little.
Then she moves her head, and I see a table littered with bottles and glasses. Two guys sit in the couch behind her. I think I have seen one of them before, but I have never been able to keep track of her friends.
She giggles a little and says "I'm not sure, are you guys really sure you wanna do this?
They laugh, which seems to calm her a little. She's a tall platinum bleached blonde girl With too much makeup. She is clearly drunk, her nipples are slightly poking through her black top, and she is my girlfriend.
"But this video stays private!" She demands. "You afraid someone you know is gonna see it?" One of the guys ask. "No," she says "But I don't want it all over the internet."
Definitely something embarrassing! I smile and feel a little guilty for watching it behind her back.
She heads back to the couch and sits between the two men. One of them grabs her head and starts kissing her.
My heart sinks and my jaw almost hits my chest.
The other guy grabs her head and pulls her away from the other guy "Don't romance the bitch! She's here for cock!"
What the hell did he just call my girlfriend? What the hell is this video, by the way? I struggle to think clearly.
"The second you came here, you started flirting and grinding your ass against all the guys in the party!" The guy on the screen continues talking roughly to my girlfriend.
She bites her lip and watches the guy with an innocent yet flirty look.
"You've already made out with four guys after you came here! We all knew you were after some dick!"
She laughs excitedly at the guy "Be Nice!" She says with a little slur in her voice "I'm not a slut!"
At home, with her computer in front of me, I can't believe my fucking eyes and ears. I pause the video.
"Nonononononononono!" I mutter silently, "this can't be happening." I can feel the beat of my own heart coursing through my entire body. Throbbing in my temples as my sight blurs with pure shock. This has to be some kind of joke, right? My girlfriend isn't cheating on me so there is no point in watching any more of this video! I should just close the video right away... But I don't.
My left hands goes down to my cock, I start rubbing it absentmindedly through my pants as my right hand hits the space bar and starts the video again. I tell myself that I just want to make sure nothing happened, that it was all a joke or a stupid misunderstanding.
"Well," the guy who I think I have seen somewhere before says, "if you're not a slut, then how come you are dancing for us?"
"Hmmmm..." My girlfriend looks mischievously at the two boys, "you want me to dance for you? ...okay, but no touching."
The guys just smile and lean back in the couch while my girlfriend starts fiddling with a computer. A song starts playing, Britney Spears "Toxic".
I bring my hand halfway across my eyes. I don't want to look, but I do. I don't want to rub my cock while I'm seeing my sluttily dressed girlfriend dance in front of two other men, but I do.
She starts by rolling her hips seductively toward them. She pulls her skirt up so the bottom of her buttocks is just showing. Her red lace thong is barely visible between her round asscheeks. She turns around and starts shaking her ass slowly. When she does, I can see her face. She is smiling and biting her lower lip. Working to make her ass as inviting and hypnotic as possible. It works, the guys' eyes are glued to her backside. She starts pulling her top upwards. Baring her back to the two guys first. She is gyrating her hips and sliding the garment upwards slowly in rhythm with the music.
I pause the video again. "No, why the fuck are you doing this?!" I say under my breath. Why is she teasing those guys like that. Dancing like a fucking stripper. I consider calling her, but she is always too busy to pick up when at work. At least that's what she told me. I glance at my phone. What the fuck would I tell her if I called her. It isn't exactly like she has cheated on me... I think.
"I need to know!" I say, surprising myself with how loud I say it. My left hand is still rubbing my cock as I swallow hard, take a couple of deep breaths to steady my heartbeat and press play with a shaking hand.
Her top comes off. Her back is bare toward the two guys. I know they can see the butterfly tattooed on her left shoulder. Her bra is cut low and in the same red lace fabric as her panties. Her nipples are clearly showing through the bra. She turns around to show off in front of the guys. Her skirt is halfway up her asscheeks now. From behind, I can see that she is squeezing her tits together and leaning forward, thus giving a closeup of her ass and pussy to the camera. She walks closer toward the two guys. They are still leaning back in the couch, but I can clearly see that their pants are bulging.
"No, please stop!" I mutter half heartedly as my girlfriend opens the zipper on the side of her skirt. It drops past her buttocks and falls along her long legs to the floor. She steps out of the bundled garment. Bra, panties and black high-heeled pumps is the only thing she is wearing now.
