Kathy made her way to the door of Christina's apartment, smiling to herself. In her hand she held the tape recorder and her and Christina's latest escapades, a riling sex tape that Kathy had gotten off to many times after the event. Christina had been particularly amazing that night, and the thought of it brought a warmth between her legs that Kathy had trouble correcting. It was a shame that had to be secretive about it, as Christina's boyfriend might not appreciate his girlfriend sleeping around on him, even if it was with another girl. Somehow, they had kept it a secret their entire relationship.
It got harder to do anything with Christina when her boyfriend moved in with her, but that hadn't stopped them. He was supposed to be at work at the moment, which would give Kathy time to hide the recorder somewhere for Christina to find when she got home. She had thought she saw the boyfriend's car in the parking lot, but she couldn't be sure. As she slipped the key she had got from Christina into the door, she began to wonder what she would tell him if he was here. "Hey, I'm just delivering this sex tape of me and your girlfriend!" No, that wouldn't work, she couldn't do that. She slipped in through the door, shutting it behind her.
It didn't seem immediately like he was here, but she couldn't be sure. She tiptoed quietly towards the living room, and when she still saw no sign of him, walked over to the couch, slipping the tape recorder under neath. She stood, pulled out her phone, and sent a text to Christina explaining where she had hit the tape. It was then that she heard some sounds coming form somewhere in the apartment. Was he home?
It got harder to do anything with Christina when her boyfriend moved in with her, but that hadn't stopped them. He was supposed to be at work at the moment, which would give Kathy time to hide the recorder somewhere for Christina to find when she got home. She had thought she saw the boyfriend's car in the parking lot, but she couldn't be sure. As she slipped the key she had got from Christina into the door, she began to wonder what she would tell him if he was here. "Hey, I'm just delivering this sex tape of me and your girlfriend!" No, that wouldn't work, she couldn't do that. She slipped in through the door, shutting it behind her.
It didn't seem immediately like he was here, but she couldn't be sure. She tiptoed quietly towards the living room, and when she still saw no sign of him, walked over to the couch, slipping the tape recorder under neath. She stood, pulled out her phone, and sent a text to Christina explaining where she had hit the tape. It was then that she heard some sounds coming form somewhere in the apartment. Was he home?