They had met working a part-time job over the summer as date-entry clerks for the local state house. Emy and I had broken up a few months earlier, and while she never told me about her new "fling", I knew what was going on. But for some reason, I didn't care. Emy and I still talked on a daily basis, but for some reason she failed to mention Rob.
You see, Rob was a co-worker of hers and a complete contrast to her phyiscally. Emy was only about 5'2" and barely 100 pounds with amber-red hair and creamy white skin. She had significantly large breasts for her build and those milky-white tits were slight hangers, tipped with pink nipple
s. Often times she would wear low cut shirts, showing her wide cleavage and breasts that swayed with every movement she made. She was only a size 0 with a tiny ass and a little pink pussy with a tuft of red hair above it. All in all, she was just a sexy little redhead.
Rob was tall and black, a dark opposite to Emy's fair skin. In fact, seeing them next to each other always made me a little hard because I could just imagine the contrast they would make with his cock deep inside her. I have to admit, I would go home and jerk off mulitple times with the mental image of a black guy fucking my milky-white skinned ex-girlfriend long, hard and deep with a thick black shaft. Just the thought of her panting and facial expressions that I had seen myself, only this time with a black guy, aroused me incredibly for some reason.
When that summer was over and Emy and Rob both went back to their respective colleges, I knew they were sending each other Facebook messages. Nothing too explicit, but enough to turn me on reading them. Emy would write (actual messages):
"Rob, I really wish you could just fuck me right now."
or...
"Oh my God, Rob, if you were here right now, I would fuck you sooooo much."
or...
"OF COURSE I want you to fuck me! Let's be honest here, Rob."
Or even simple little things such as:
"Thinking of you...promise to make love to me as soon as you see me? Thanks."
or...
"Can't wait to get you naaaaked."
Again, nothing too explicit...but for some reason, reading her messages to Rob turned me on immensely. In fact, I would often lock my dorm room after class, wrap one of the pairs of panties I acquired from Emy around my own cock, and beat off reading her messages to this black man she was fucking. Eventually she did tell me when it finally became too obvious. I tried to act like I didn't care, because honestly at that point, I didn't.
In fact it got to the point where I decided I HAD to see Emy fuck Rob. With the Thanksgiving break coming up, I decided on a bold move. I called Emy and the conversation went as such:
"So when are you getting home?"
"I'll be driving home in about 4 hours. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm home right now. We should hang out."
"I would, but I'm hanging out with Rob here like right when I get home."
That's all I needed to hear. I decided to give her mom a call an hour before she would arrive home and tell her I had left a watch in Emy's room which I needed. She let me come over, with the watch in my pocket of course, as well as the video camera in my backpack.
I knew my way around Emy's room pretty damn well, and to say the least, it is always a mess. Hiding the video camera was simple. Right between two sets of drawers with under a pile of dirty clothes I knew she hadn't touched in months. It took me a while to get a clear shot of her bed where I could see everything, but I eventually got a dead on angle. Anything going on on that bed, I would see. Made sure the micro caset was re-wound...and hit record. And maybe a 30 second stop to rummage through her underwear drawer to come up with some new souvneirs for my cock.
The risk of it being discovered was immense, because who knows if she one day decided she wanted to clean up her room. All I knew was that that pile of clothes was sitting there when I was dating her. I told her mom I might be back later because while I found the watch, finding anything in that room was near impossible and I might have left other things scattered about. She laughed and agreed. Jackpot.
The rest of the day I was pretty on edge, which is understandable. It was about 9 at night when I called Emy and told her I thought I had left some of my shorts over there and asked if I could come look for them. After agreeing, she met me at the door wearing a low-cut turquoise top which showed off her pale breasts and wide cleavage...this was a good sign because I knew Rob had written her on Facebook and told her that was his favorite top.
Emy did me a favor then. After pretending to come up empty in her room she suggested maybe it was in her basement and that she would go look. This was awesome because I really had no idea how I would get her out of the room and retrieve the camera. Fortunately it was right where I left it. The battery of course had long died but that was to be expected. After tossing the camera back in my backpack and telling Emy, "Oh well, it's probably at my place," I rushed home. :)
My heart was racing and my cock was half hard as I rushed up to my room, locked the door, and plugged the camera into my TV. Waiting for it to rewind seemed to take hours, but finally I heard *click*. It was show time...
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