[Runesmith]

Unable to stop herself, she clicked on one video after the other. Lynn had led a sheltered life, and this was by far the craziest, most impulsive thing she had ever done, and up to this day she couldn't tell why she had done it. Maybe it was the fact that she would probably never see or hear from Rob again once he finished the internship. The strangest thing was that she had never felt guilty about it - the sex part that is (she did feel terribly guilty the next day about all the protocols they had broken, and what could have happened if a patient had had an emergency while they were distracted). She hadn't prayed to the lord for forgiveness, as she had done previously and since after casual sex. This had felt different - like having sex with a boyfriend.

The video showing her stripping off her scrub top followed by the bra... the one where she is kneeling in front of him and pulling his scrub pants and Calvin Klein briefs down in one smooth motion, and taking his erect cock in to her mouth while her hands were still gripping the pants... She couldn't remember actually whose idea it had been to take the videos. She couldn't remember a lot of details from that night... but the videos were bringing the memories back.

The video where he is bending her over the procedure table, pulling her scrub pants down exposing her white cotton panties, slapping her ass playfully before pulling her panties down and thrusting deep in to her... As she watched, she felt an unusual feeling of arousal spreading through her and a slight wetness between her legs, even though she had masturbated less than half an hour ago.

The one where she is lying completely naked on the narrow procedure table and he gets on top of her, trying not to make them both fall off as he kisses her passionately... she could almost feel his tongue in her mouth.

Why hadn't she ever watched the videos that had been on her phone? Was it a sense of shame? Or was it fear of what she had let loose that night? As she watched him cum inside her, clambering off the table, the two of them scrambling to wipe everything before remembering that the camera is running... she decided that it was because maybe it would have been too painful to watch. She had felt empty inside when he had never bothered to call or text, even though she knew he wouldn't, and even though he hadn't made any such promises.

There was one more video left.

As she feared, the final video wasn't sex. It was set to the same Def Leppard sound track, with a Star Wars crawl of text. It was a message for her.