"Truth or dare, Simon?" Kat asked, her voice wavering slightly, the shy smile on her face belying the nervous tension in the air. We had been playing the game for a while now, our inhibitions slowly dissolving with each round and each drink.
Kat and I first crossed paths at a mutual friend's party. She was nursing a broken heart, her ex-boyfriend, a cocky alpha male, had left her feeling betrayed and vulnerable. I was instantly drawn to her, her shyness a stark contrast to the flamboyant and sometimes mean women I was used to.
Her sun-kissed skin glow under the party lights, her long brunette hair flowing down her shoulders, and those emerald-green eyes that held a world of hurt and longing when we met. Despite her guarded demeanor, there was a sweetness about her that was impossible to ignore.
We bonded over shared interests and our conversation flowed smoothly, like we had known each other for years. That night, I found a friend in Kat, and over time, that friendship blossomed into something more. We fell for each other, an innocent love that seemed to heal her broken heart and brought a new light into my life.
And while she had always been on the more prudish side with sex, I accepted that as one of her quirks and we had a wonderful, open and trusting relationship.
"Truth," I declared, taking a swig of my beer, the cool liquid doing little to calm my racing heart.
Kat bit her lip, a telltale sign of her nervousness. She took a deep breath before she asked, "Tell me your deepest, darkest secret. Or maybe what you think about when you touch yourself."
Kat laughed her innocent sweet laugh.
I hesitated, my mind filled with a whirlpool of depraved fantasies, ones I had kept hidden from Kat. I was afraid of her reaction, afraid of what she would think of me. But the alcohol in my system gave me false courage, and I found the words tumbling out of my mouth.
"I... I fantasize about you cheating on me." I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. The room seemed to go silent, and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Kat stared at me, her eyes wide in surprise. Then, she started laughing nervously, "You're... you're joking, right?"
I shook my head, my cheeks burning. The reality of my confession hit me and I couldn't meet her gaze. There was silence before Kat finally spoke again, her voice trembling slightly. Despite her drunkenness that often led to rare openness from her. She was speechless and let it pass with just a curious look.
"Well, um... my turn, Simon. Ask me, truth or dare"
"Truth or dare?" I replied, eager to shift the spotlight away from me.
Kat took a long drink from her glass, her face flushed. She never was good at holding her alcohol.
"Truth"
Fuck it, I thought. I've already revealed too much I may as well try to get some dirt out of it now.
"What's the sluttiest thing you've ever done?"
Despite her drunkenness, Kat seemed nervous
"Oh umm...just whatever we've done I guess"
I sensed her awkwardness, I chuckled thinking about our rather vanilla sex.
"Babe we haven't exactly been swinging from the chandeliers, I'm talking about before me. Surely you've sent a naughty picture to someone at least."
Kat hesitated again, "oh yeah kind of."
"Kind of?", I asked.
Kat took a deep breath and a swig of her wine.
"Back when I was younger, a bit wilder... I made sex tapes with Rob."
I felt a jolt of excitement, a blend of humiliation and arousal that had me instantly hard. Rob. Her alpha ex-boyfriend. I caught glimpses of information about him. How he cheated, how he treated her, how he was more interested in the gym and going out than her, yet despite it all I sensed she still spoke of him somewhat longingly. It was a look I could never quite reconcile with her descriptions of him as an unfaithful boyfriend.
I even admit in my weaker moments I'd tracked him down on Instagram and stalked his profile. It was clear just from that he was a bit of a fuckboy with an ego. His shirtless selfies peppered with flirty comments from girls.
But his name alone invoked images of Kat, my Kat, being fucked by someone else.
"Tapes?" I asked, my throat dry. "There was more than one?"
She blushed, her eyes darting away from mine. "Umm yeah he liked to film us. He said they were just for his eyes though."
I chuckled to myself even as my arousal spiked, feeling oddly endeared by her innocence.
"What... what did you do in the tape?" I asked, trying to act casual.
"Oh I haven't watched them in a little while," she answered quickly.
My mind joined the dots quickly. "You still have them?" I asked, a little too eager.
"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks flushing a brighter pink. "I guess I just never deleted them." She laughed awkwardly, but there was a hint of something else in her voice. A spark of mischief, perhaps? Or was it nervousness?
"I don't know, it's just... they're really intense," she continued. "I was... different then. I let myself go, you know?" Her eyes flickered to mine, gauging my reaction. "It was all just for the camera though. Maybe I was trying to act like the girls in videos do."
The idea of Kat, my sweet, innocent girlfriend, letting herself go and behaving like a... like a porn star, was both shocking and incredibly arousing. I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel heat flooding my cheeks.
"Can I... can I see them?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I could barely believe what I was asking. Was I really about to watch my girlfriend have sex with her ex?
Kat looked surprised, then thoughtful. "Are you sure, Simon? It's... it's really intense. I don't want you to think I'm... I'm like that."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yeah, Kat. I want to see."
