The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... time. Maybe it’s time you stopped thinking and went on a date to actually sort out some of those feelings.”

“Um…maybe. But not with my boss…”

“Okay, then with who?”

“Um…” I scratched my chin.

“You don’t have to love me, let’s just have a little fling. You know, a little flirting, a little sex, get you back on your feet. What do you say? Ready to lose that shirt? You take off your top and I’ll take off mine.”

She let the straps on her bra fall down her shoulders and folded her arms under her breasts to hold the bra cups in place. She winked.

“I need to think,” I said. “Look, give me a couple days, okay?”

“Sure, no problem,” she said, pulling her bra straps back up where they belonged. “Trust me, I’m just trying to help. And I respect a hard ‘no’, so if that’s your final decision, I will honor it. But you’re a good guy, I hate to see you struggle like this.”

“I understand,” I said. “Thanks.”

I signed off and turned off my work computer. I tossed my work shirt in the laundry and wandered out to the kitchen for a beer. Flipping on the local news, I sat down on the couch and vacantly stared at the television, thoughts rolling around in my brain.

Maybe it was time to go on a date.

Maybe it was time to call my girlfriend.

Maybe it was time to join a monastery.

My thoughts whirled, finally to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing with an incoming video call. I glanced at the screen. It was my sister, Jesse.

“Hi,” I said ...

... answering the call. My sister popped up in the screen.

“Hi yourself,” she answered. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said.

“I just talked to Megan, she said you sounded a little off.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Not a lot,” my sister said. I stared at Jesse for a moment. She was a year older than me, with dark hair and green eyes. She wasn’t slender like Megan was, a little curvier, but not fat by any stretch. She just had a bigger bust and slightly larger hips. She wore it well.

Jesse and I had always been pretty frank with each other, and we both knew that Megan had her moments. So I just dumped the whole series of events starting with the subway stroking all the way through the strip act on the video chat.

Unexpectedly, Jesse laughed. “That totally sounds like her. She’s kind of out of line, but if you don’t want to take her up on her offer, just tell her no. If she doesn’t take no for an answer, let me know and I’ll tell her to fuck off. But it wouldn’t do you one bit of harm. It doesn’t have to be a long term thing, just a couple of dates. A little light sex, you know.”

I sighed and nodded, looking around the room, avoiding eye contact.

Jesse continued. “Or, you know, if Megan doesn’t appeal to you, there are other fish in the sea.”

My eyes came back to the screen. For a moment, I thought she was about to add something, but she stopped. There was a long, uncomfortable, pause. The temperature of the call shot sky-high for a nanosecond as an old memory ...