Only You by K.T. Quinn

39

Donovan

The Day We Made A Sex Tape

After our fun in the pool room, I baked a loaf of Italian bread for lunch. When it was done, I sliced it into thin pieces and used it for sandwiches with the leftover ham from last night.

“I’ve never had bread this fresh,” Molly said around a mouthful of her sandwich. We were eating them in the restaurant with bottles of Coke. Her dark hair hung damply down to her shoulders, like a beautiful mermaid who had just come ashore.

“Yeah?” I said.

“It makes for a better sandwich. So much tastier than store-bought.”

“Mine needs more mustard,” I said as I grabbed the bottle. “I could barely taste it on my first bite. It must be this European brand.”

“My sandwich has plenty,” she said while chowing down. “And the ham is thick and salty.”

I raised an eyebrow while spreading mustard on my sandwich. “Is that how you like it? Thick and salty?”

She tossed a stray piece of bread at me.

“This is the first loaf of bread I’ve ever baked,” I revealed. “Not bad for my first try, huh?”

“I think you should bake another loaf tomorrow, and the day after that,” Molly said with a full mouth. “Just to practice, of course.”

I bit into my sandwich and sighed happily. “It’s nice to get all this practice in. A real kitchen is much better than the single stove burner in my hotel room. I’m going to miss it when we go home. The kitchen in my apartment sucks.”

“I’m going to miss having my own private chef cooking for me every day.”

“What do you eat normally?” I asked. “Lots of take-out?”

Molly shook her head. “I signed up for one of those meal services, where you get dinners shipped to you once a week.”

“The kind with all the raw ingredients?” I asked. “That you prepare yourself?”

Her pretty face twisted with annoyance. “No, I hate those. Way too much work. Mine are pre-made. I just throw them in the microwave.”

I groaned. “That’s a crime against cooking. The food police should lock you up and throw away the key.”

She leaned across the table and grinned at me. “Sometimes, when I’m feeling really fancy, instead of microwaving the meals I bake them.”

“That’s not much better.”

She waved a dismissive hand at me. “I don’t want to think about those. For now, the only thing I want in my mouth is whatever you feed me.”

I started to respond with a joke, but then I thought about something she had just said.

For now.

It was yet another reminder of the fact we had both been trying to avoid: all of this was temporary. Our cutesy hotel relationship had an expiration date, just like the food in the fridge. Eventually it would have to be thrown out.

I pushed the thought away. I didn’t want to think about it right now. Instead, I pulled out my phone. I had another email update about my status on the flight waiting list. They were sending me reminders every day now.

I felt a flash of annoyance. It’s like they’re taunting me.

“Have you gotten an update on your status?” I asked. “For the flight waiting list.”

“I haven’t gotten one since last week,” she mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich. “Let me login and check. Let’s see, status update, name…” She swallowed. “Nope. It still says pending.”

I exhaled out my nose. “Why is it still pending? It’s been too long. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Relax,” she said, putting her hand on mine. “Look on the bright side: we’ve been here so long that we can probably claim Italian citizenship.”

I smiled and replied, “Rome is nicer than Boston. I bet the winters are better, too.”

“I’ve decided to accept that this is our home now,” Molly said firmly. “We’re never going back to America. We’re Romans now. Buongiorno!”

“You need to learn more Italian if we end up staying here forever,” I pointed out.

“I know plenty of phrases. Pasta primavera! E pluribus unum! Carpe diem!”

“Those last two are Latin. You do know the difference between Latin and Italian, right?”

Molly glared at me. “Gelato, risotto. Focaccia Americana? Lasagna!”

She said the garbling of Italian words with such a ridiculous accent and extravagant hand gestures that I couldn’t help but laugh. She grinned at me like she had proved her point.

Christ, this woman makes me happy.

I plopped the last piece of my sandwich in my mouth and said, “Now that lunch is over, I have a surprise for you.”

“Is it dessert?”

“It’s not something you can eat.”

“My interest is rapidly disappearing,” she said.

I got up and took her hand. “Trust me, you’re going to want to see this.”

I led her out of the restaurant and across the lobby to the office behind the concierge desk. The computer monitors for the security station were all on.

“The security system,” Molly said. “You left it on?”

“I forgot to turn it off. Then, when I remembered… I found something.”

I used the mouse to navigate through the program on the main screen. The windows were sorted by camera, with a listing of the previous recordings. I re-sorted them by date, then clicked on one of the newer ones. A video maximized on the screen and began playing. It showed the kitchen, with the wall of stoves to the left and the pantry to the right. Molly came into view and opened the pantry, then disappeared inside.

Next to me, she gasped. “You turned this on and cheated in the very first round!”

“Uh…” I quickly closed the video. “That wasn’t the one I meant to open.”

“We’re coming back to this later, you big fat cheater,” she promised.

“Here’s the one I wanted.” I maximized the next video. It showed the two of us in the lounge, standing behind the bar. There was no sound, but it was obvious we were arguing.

“This is when you accused me of cheating,” Molly said. “Typical projection. You think you know a guy…”

“Keep watching.”

On the screen, I spun Molly around and bent her over the bar. Then I raised her dress and buried my face in her pussy from behind. Molly arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent moan.

“Oh my God,” Molly gasped. “You made a sex tape of us!”

“We made it,” I corrected her.

Her eyes were wide and shocked. “I didn’t know about it!”

My heart sank. She wasn’t as excited as I thought she would be.

“I was going to delete it,” I quickly said, “but I wanted to show you first.”

Molly leaned closer to the screen. “Damn, we look good.”

I caressed my fingers up her back. “You look good.”

“So do you. The way your face is all up in there…” She bit her lip. “Mmm.”

We continued watching the video. Molly put an arm around me, then slowly slid her hand down to my butt. I responded by pulling her in front of me, my hands on her hips while grinding against her ass. I pulled aside her still-damp hair and kissed her neck.

“Did you get the pool video?” she breathed.

I leaned over her and switched videos, then fast-forwarded a bit. We were in the hot tub together, making out like there was no tomorrow.

Neither of us took our eyes off the screen as we undressed. Molly pulled her panties down and gently hiked her dress up, revealing the perfectly-smooth skin of her ass. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the floor.

In the hot tub, I grabbed a condom from my pants and quickly rolled it on. Molly climbed on top of me, holding onto the edge of the tub for support. She reached under the water, and then both of us let out silent cries of pleasure. Molly craned her head back while I held her in my lap.

Molly reached between her legs and began rubbing herself in the security room. I tore the edge off the condom wrapper and rolled it on, then guided my thickness up into her. She was already soaked from watching the video, and I slid inside with wonderful ease. Molly planted her hands on the table and arched her back, pushing her hips against me to take as much as she could.

It was weird watching a video of ourselves, but it was exciting, too. And hot as hell. Both of us were transfixed by what we saw on the computer screen: I climbed out of the hot tub, bringing Molly with me in my arms. I lowered her to a nearby bench and pulled her legs up over my shoulders to give myself a better angle to fuck her.

“Ohh,” Molly moaned as we watched. I pawed at her ass and matched my movements to the video of me fucking her on the pool bench, a steady rhythm that had both of us panting and gasping until we came together, matching the cries of pleasure that hadn’t been recorded on the video as we shook and shivered with sweet release.

“That…” Molly breathed as I paused the video. “That was hot.”

“I know, right?”

She draped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. “How many women have you made a sex tape with?”

“Only you.”

She grinned. “Good. Now delete it forever.”

“With pleasure.”

I copied the filename in the program before deleting it and the other files. Then I ran a search on the filesystem for that filename, and found a backup copy on another drive. I deleted all of those too.

“Doesn’t look like there’s any cloud backup,” I said. “It’s deleted. Nobody will ever see it.”

Molly climbed under the desk and unplugged the power cable again. “You going to workout in the gym now?”

“Feisty, I just had my workout.”

She gave me a silly grin that brightened up her entire face.

“After we do the dishes, I think I’m going to skip my workout,” I said while we went back to the restaurant. “I’m kind of worn out from swimming laps. That’s a full-body workout.”

“You’re a full-body workout,” she teased.

She tried to pinch my ass, but I dodged out of the way. I snatched her arm before she could run away, then threw her over my shoulder and carried her back into the restaurant while she pounded on my back with her fists and squealed happily.