Nick’s Home Movies

Lugging the last box up to the attic, I sit back and catch my breath. Looking around the confined space, I’m shocked to see so much in storage. Nick only moved into this house the year before, but most of the boxes in the attic are way older than that. In the corner is a storage trunk brought over on a voyage from England a century ago, a key tucked safely in the lock. Next to that, paintings under sheets, many easels holding them. And spread throughout the remaining area is enough antique furniture to fill an entire house. How he got it all up here, I can only guess at.

Dust fills the small space. Speckles float through the air, highlighted by a bright ray of sunshine penetrating the dirty glass of a single small window. Following the beam, I notice a box tucked away, the fading permanent marker saying university ’08. That was the year I started Uni, so his last. Odd that he’d have a box of mementos, considering Nick is the least sentimental man I know.

Looking down the open hatch to see where Nick is, I tiptoe to the box and hesitantly lift the flap. The tape has long since disintegrated, and I stifle a screech as a spider rushes out from the dark hiding spot. Stepping back, I watch it cross the wooden planks. Ensuring it’s moving away from me, and in no hurry to return, I flip open the other flaps.

Inside is a bunch of old DVDs, lined up row upon row. Running my fingers along the spines, I see each labeled with 2 letters, a dot in between. Initials most likely. The first row is all the same, but at the bottom is a number. It seems they go 1 through 16. The second row has new letters on each. Beside the scribbles on the cases, each disk is completely free of marks, most looking like he’s not touched them in a long while.

Pulling out the top layer, careful to keep them in order while being quiet as possible, the second row reveals more of the same. I search through each one until I come to familiar initials. L.M. Mine. Since Nick and I met at university, only a month before he graduated, and this is the last disk in the box, I wonder if it is my initials, and then marvel at what could be on it.

Knowing I shouldn’t, but not able to deny myself the chance to know what’s he’s kept all these years, I tuck the disk into the waistband of my pants. Placing the rest into proper position, I descend to the second floor, pulling the hatch closed as I do. Knowing I’ll have to wait to find out what the disk entails, I tuck it safely into my panty drawer and make my way back to the living room where Nick is assembling my new desk.

“Did you find a spot to put it?” Nick asks as I walk into the room, holding a glass of iced tea out to him.

“Yeah, but there’s loads of stuff up there. Lots of antiques.”

“They were my parents, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to get rid of them. I’m told they’re probably worth a pretty penny, but I think my mom would’ve been livid, had I sold them.”

I’m probably looking at him like he has two heads, as I’ve never known Nick to save anything. He doesn’t even have a jersey left over from his football days.

“I know,” he says in response to my quizzical stare. “I’m not much of a sentimental guy, but they were my mom’s.” He finishes with a shrug, as if that sums up how he feels. I guess it does.

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It’s days later when I remember the hidden disk in my drawer. Slapping it against my palm, I decide there’s no time like the present and close the bedroom door. Locking it, I test the handle. Knowing all is secure, I slip the disk into the player sitting on the edge of the bed to watch.

The movie begins with him walking toward his dorm room door, where he opens it wide. He looks so much younger, although he’s aged in that sexy, distinguished way that only men can. In the next moment, I see myself welcomed in. I too look much younger, although I haven’t aged as gracefully as Nick. He takes my coat and leads me over to his small dorm bed, the space between his and his roommates only big enough to stretch our legs out.

I recall this day well. It was our first night together, sexually. He had taken me on 3 dates previous and we were due to be attend a concert that evening, but they canceled. Instead, we stayed in, and he invited me to his room.

My palms begin to sweat as I realise what the rest of this disk will show. I don’t need to watch to know that within minutes, I’m on my back, his fingers tugging down the waistband of my tights. After that, he buried his head between my thighs, his hand clamped over my mouth as I came apart, moaning louder than I ever had before. That night was filled by round after round of breathtaking, toe curling, passionate fucking. Until early into the next morning. I was sore for three days afterward. I smile as I recall, then frown as I remember I’m watching a home movie. That can only mean that all the other disks most likely contain the same.

Not needing to watch the rest, I place it back in its case, then make my way to the attic. My plan had been to see if this was my name, and I had done so. But now that I had a minimum of 50 other movies at my disposal, I wanted to watch them too. To see what Nick was into, yes, but a part of me simply wants to watch Nick fuck all these women. Something about that has my panties dampening, my nipples tightening into hard buds.

Deciding to start at the top, I grab a handful, then think I may not want to watch him with the same woman repeatedly. Placing a few back, I grab some with different initials and make my way to our bedroom. Checking the clock, I see it’s 2:45. Nick will be off work in forty-five minutes, and home in just over an hour. That should give me time to watch at least one movie.

Repeating my previous routine, I sit on the bed, shaking as I hit play. Instantly the screen comes alive with an image of Nick from the thighs up. His head is thrown back, a blond on her knees before him, head bobbing away. With his hand wound through her hair, he tugs her back and forth, hips gyrating in sync.

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow it!” Nick grunts, teeth gritted together. The only response is a muffled sound of assent. Suddenly Nick grabs her with both hands, one on either cheek, and pulls her tight against him, burying his cock in the blonde’s throat. Her back rounds as she tries to hold him in, negating her body’s reaction to expel him. A long, drawn-out groan echoes and Nick’s body goes rigid as he unloads.

Deciding that he can’t have continued for much longer after that, I switch the disks, noticing my body’s reaction to watching my fiancé get a blow job. My core tingles in that needy way I’ve learned to accept over the years with Nick’s help.

The second movie starts mid scene. Nick has two fingers pushing in and out of a woman who is on all fours. Her pussy sucks with each thrust, if the accompanying sounds are anything to go on. As her cunt opens for him, silently begging for more, Nick slides in a third finger. And within minutes the fourth is plunging into her depths.

“I only have my thumb left. Think you can handle it?” He asks the nameless woman gently, rubbing his free hand over the globes of her ass.

“Yes, please. More!” she begs him.

“Who am I to deny such wonderful pleas?” He says playfully, while probing her with his final digit. Once settled in place, his hand is all but swallowed, and I my cunt clenches at the sight of his hand buried inside her pussy. My panties flood and I watch, mesmerised, as he rolls his fist inside her. She presses back, directing his hand to her favourite spots.

Thinking I need some relief of my own, I strip down and grab a dildo from the bedside drawer before adjusting the screen so I can see it from my new angle, then change the DVD. The initials are S.W. and I question if the girl I’ll find on screen is my friend Sarah Winter. Laying back, head on my pillow, I hit play. Before she’s even in full view, I know it’s her, and I see what Nick saw in her too.

Sarah’s tits are pressed together, creating a v in her cleavage, her waist slimmed inside a corset. She’s covered her bottom half with only the tiniest g-string. It’s so miniscule, her labia are working at freeing themselves from either side. She’s look gorgeous and I lick my lips as I take in the sight.  

“You’ve been a bad girl, Sarah. You need a spanking.” Nick’s sonorous voice declares through the speakers.

“Yes, Sir.” Sarah responds before she gets down on hands and knees and crawls to where Nick sits. He taps his lap and Sarah deftly clambers over it, positioning her toned ass directly at the screen.

Wondering why Nick has never been like this with me, I push it away as his hand comes down for the first strike.

“I want you to count.” He says sternly, and Sarah immediately says, “One”.

Using the same hand, Nick pushes the fabric covering her swollen lips to the side and slides two fingers into her. She moans and tries to press back against them, but he pulls out quickly and slaps her round ass again. It’s harder this time, the reverberation echoing around the room.

“Such a bad girl. STAY STILL!” A strike to each cheek emphasises his command. Sarah’s only reply is a gasp, then as if she’s suddenly remembered, she counts, “two, three.”

As he slides his fingers back into her well, I press a button on the dildo. A familiar buzzing noise surrounds me. Pressing it gently to my clit, I watch as Nick alternates between spanking and fingering Sarah and within seconds, I’m slipping the dildo inside my cunt, surprised by how wet I already am. As his pace picks up, so does mine, until we’re both thrusting simultaneously.

Readjusting Sarah’s position, Nick sinks two fingers from his opposite hand into her heat, while continuing to lash Sarah’s ass until it is blood red, and nothing but the seductive sounds of flesh on flesh and her wonton moans fill the room.

I’m just about to come when the bedroom door opens and Nicks steps in. His eyes go wide as he finds me thrusting the dildo deeply inside myself, never stalling as I take him in. I watch, feeling my body’s slutty reaction as his cock hardens in his pants. He turns to the television to watch the sight on screen, then looks at me again. Seeing no signs of anger or confusion, but apparent arousal, Nick lowers his flies and steps from his trousers.

“I knew those old movies would come in handy.” He says with a wink, crawling over the bed to me.

“Mmm,” I reply, the first throes of climax overtaking me, “And here I thought you weren’t sentimental.”

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