I'd been with Beth's mum for two years now, both of us divorced when we met. Beth had moved in too despite being eighteen, not wanting to live with her dad and not wanting to branch out on her own just yet. I soon found out why.
Beth was a plain Jane, 5' 4" tall and quite skinny, her hair always up in a bun or a loose ponytail. I assumed skinny as she always wore baggy loose dowdy looking clothing, not particularly fashionable. She didn't need to as she rarely left the house. She had friends from college who came around, but when they went out drinking Beth stayed home. She was quiet, quite bashful, and I presumed still a virgin, there'd been no sign of boyfriends since I'd known her.
She was the polar opposite of her mum. Marie was loud, always first on the karaoke, always first on the dancefloor, always up for a laugh. On the odd occasion that we'd got Beth to go to a party with us, she'd pulled a face at her mum's antics, saying she was showing them up. She'd also had a moan at us for what she described as 'excess unwarranted noise', what she called our loud lovemaking. Marie was a screamer when she got going.
Over the course of the two years, since Beth had warmed to me a little, she did have a sense of humour deep down and also loved playing video games like me. It gave us something to talk about, our topic that her mum didn't share, and was an easy excuse to start a conversation with her.
Marie had gone on a week-long course for her work and asked several times if Beth would be fine.
"Don't worry," I told her, "we'll manage without you somehow."
She fussed over Beth before leaving, who pulled a face at her telling her to just go already. I made breakfast and sat at the kitchen table opposite her.
"You don't have college today, do you? Do you want to go somewhere, I have today off work," I asked.
"Jodie's coming to pick me up, we're going to Ellen's to study together," she muttered.
"Okay, no problem," I responded, sort of glad she was leaving the house at least.
Thirty minutes later we heard a car horn and Beth walked to the door.
"Bye, see you later," she smiled.
I waved her off, and she seemed happy enough and it was more of a conversation than I'd been expecting from her. As it was still quite early I looked for a few odd jobs to do, thinking if the sun held out I could sit in the garden for a while later. I sorted out some laundry that had been cleaned and ironed and sorted them into piles. Walking upstairs, I went to our bedroom first and dropped off mine and Marie's clothes. I walked across the landing to Beth's room, pushing the door open with my foot.
I put the clothes on an ottoman Beth had at the end of her bed, then heard a sound. I looked at where the noise was coming from and recognised Beth's phone case. She'd be gutted when she realised she'd left her phone. I picked it up and saw she'd had a message from someone called John. I could only read the first part "That video was...".
I was intrigued and swiped to unlock the phone. Who was John? Maybe I could find Ellen or Jodie's numbers and ask them to tell her that her phone was still here. The phone asked for a pin code, four digits. I tried her birthday, her mum's birthday, and as a long shot my birthday. I looked at the keypad numbers. B-2, E-3, T-8, H-4. I was in.
"That video was great, and you said you had loads more?" the message read in full.
There was no video on the message, so it must have been sent separately. I found her messages, and the one sent to John. It surprised me as I wasn't expecting it. It was quite tame, but Beth was sitting on the ottoman suggestively running a marker pen across her lips and into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she did so, then moaned out loud and held the pen pointing at her face with her mouth open and her tongue out.
If John had been pleased with that, then he probably had the same impression of her that I had. I checked a few others from around the same time, from a while ago, still mostly tame, the strongest probably with her pinching her nipples through her dress. I still don't know what made me continue searching, curiosity taking over, but I checked the dates and moved forward around six months, scrolling down to the bottom of the folder. I clicked on a link, and only five other videos were after this point.
The video started with her setting up her phone, her face right by it, pointing it in the right direction. She'd already clicked play and as she moved back, her hair was down and covered her breasts, bare shoulders poking out. As she moved I noticed she'd filmed in her bedroom, the ottoman behind her.
She leant back further and her hair fell away, revealing a very nice pair of pert breasts, at a guess around a 32B. She had a vest top on which had been pulled down under them, and leaning back further revealed a skimpy pair of red knickers. I assumed this was a continuation of a previous video, but stayed watching, transfixed on the screen.
