“Oh my god! Haven’t you had enough oral sex for a while?” Sally exclaimed, aghast at Rachel’s brazenness.
“Well you know what they say about getting back onto the bike once you’ve had a crash. Anyway he’s got a gorgeous big cock and he tastes lovely. You should come round and try it out.”
“Rachel! I’m married!”
“Well it’s your loss. Anyway what did you want?”
As Sally explained how the camera had been returned she could hear Rachel cursing and coughing.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Matt just chose that moment to come in my mouth and it went down the wrong way. Hang on. Let me just clean up.” After a pause, Rachel continued, “So bloody hell! Who the hell is it?”
“I don’t know. And I don’t even know how to find out.”
“Listen, why don’t I come round and we can see if we can work it out.”
Sally thought for a second. “OK. Ian was talking about going to the football this afternoon. I’ll tell him to go and let’s meet at three.”
Rachel came around and, as ever, looked stunning. She was wearing a powder-blue v-neck jersey and jeans that showed off her long legs and arse perfectly. Sally herself was in a white and green summer dress and sandals with her black hair tied back in a pony tail.
The pored over the note and camera, looking for clues as to how to proceed.
“Well, we can either wait and see what happens and just hope that he leaves us alone as the note suggests. Or we need to find out who he is and get the DVD back,” Rachel suggested.
“I think we need to get it back. What if he shows it someone or posts it on the net?” Sally shuddered at the fallout if Ian found out about her extra-marital antics.
“He doesn’t exactly seem like an evil blackmailer, does he? And he seems to fancy you. ‘You are a really nice person and very beautiful,’ he says.”
Sally blushed a little despite the fact she knew her tall curvaceous figure, pretty green eyes and colossal firm breasts meant that she was indeed a very attractive young woman.
“He must know you,” Rachel continued. “Unless he worked out you were a nice person just from watching the way you licked Lenny’s dick he must have met you.”
“I guess so,” Sally mused. “And he must have been passing the house. Hardly anyone comes down this road — it doesn’t go anywhere. Maybe he was going to one of the houses at the end.
“Maybe it’s one of your neighbours. There’re only two houses past here on this side of the road. Who lives in them?” Rachel asked.
“Well next door you’ve got the Jones’s. But he’s away during the week working in Birmingham so it couldn’t have been him.”
“What about her?” Rachel replied.
“Oh, no way! She’s a friend and she’s straight! And that’s definitely not her handwriting. It looks male to me.”
“Hmm. OK. What about the house at the end?”
“Well, I can’t believe it’s them either. It’s just Mrs. Smith and her son. She’s an estate agent in town and he’s a schoolboy. Maybe it was someone just passing.”
“Hang on. He’s a schoolboy is he? How old exactly?”
“I don’t know — he looks so young. But I think he might be doing his ‘A’-levels though.”
“So he would be eighteen then? Old enough to want to watch home-made porn anyway,” Rachel said flatly.
“I suppose so. But it can’t be. He’s painfully shy. He won’t even look at me when I say good morning.”
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t secretly fancy you though,” Rachel replied. “You’re a beautiful woman, Sally.”
Sally blushed again, remembering licking Rachel’s pussy, under Lenny’s direction of course.
“So shall we go round and see him then, just to see if it might be him?” Rachel suggested.
“Oh, I don’t know. This is so embarrassing!” Sally moaned.
“Come on. Let’s do it now, otherwise we’ll worry even more. Can you think of a reason to go and see them?”
“Erm, well I can ask if Gloria, his mum, is in, I suppose. But she works Saturdays so she won’t be…”
Sally and Rachel walked into the Smiths’ well kept garden and up the path to the front door. As expected, Gloria Smith’s car wasn’t in the drive but there was no sign as to whether her son was in, although the curtains in the front room were closed.
“By the way, what’s his name?” Rachel asked.
“Oh. I think it’s John,” Sally answered nervously as she knocked on the door.
They heard some movement inside and thirty seconds later the door was opened.
“Hello, is your mum in?” Sally asked breezily.
“Oh shit!” they heard before the door was slammed shut, leaving the impression of a dark-haired teenage boy of less than average height and greater than average girth.
Sally and Rachel looked at each other.
“I think we could be on to something,” Rachel said with wry smile. “Not much of a looker is he? No wonder he’s shy.”
Rachel knocked on the door again. “Come on. John. We just want to talk,” she shouted through the letterbox when he didn’t reply.
Eventually, they heard a heavy slow tread as John reluctantly came to the door again.
“What do you want?” His voice was hesitant.
Sally smiled at him reassuringly, causing to blush immediately. “It’s OK, John. I think we need to talk, don’t we? You know me – I’m Sally from two doors down and this is Rachel.”
John looked at the two women in consternation.
“It’s OK, John. We don’t bite!” Rachel laughed. Despite his obvious concern, he obviously couldn’t help glancing at their long tight bodies and oversized full bosoms.
“Is your mum at work?” Sally asked encouragingly, as he led them into living room.
“Er, yes. She’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Wow,” Rachel exclaimed. “It’s a bit dark in here.” The curtains were drawn with just a table lamp on in the corner. She glanced up at Sally knowingly before turning to John.
“Were you watching something on the TV, John? Anything interesting?”
John’s eyes widened in evident fright but he didn’t make a denial. He sat down on the sofa behind him.
Sally sat down to his left. “John, do you have something you need to say to us?”
He shook his head and shuffled away from her but Rachel took the opportunity to sit down to his right.
“Come on, John. We know. Just tell us,” she said, grabbing his arm to stop him jumping away.
Up close, John wasn’t the most handsome of young men. His face was ridden with acne, his eyes were too close together and his nose to big. His hair was greasy and he looked flabby, unfit and sallow.
Sally gently placed her hand on his other arm. “It’s OK, John. We just want to know what happened. You won’t get in trouble.”