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VSR. (Unlimited distribution permitted as long as file goes unchanged) "VSR Tape" [YEAH, ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE GREEN HELL THINGIES]

The black plastic case was warm to Greg's touch. The envelope it had been sent in had insulated it in the mailbox during the heat of the day. Greg's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out why his girlfriend had mailed him a videotape rather then sending a letter. Musing, he wandered over to the VCR and TV set-up in one corner of the small apartment. During the summer Greg was staying in a small rural town in Virginia, working as a data entry manager for the local outlet of a small chain of clothing stores. It was part of the Co-Op education plan at his college in North Carolina.

Unfortunately, it had meant leaving Rhoda, his girlfriend, while she took summer classes at the college to finish up her Film major. Greg sat on the lumpy and stained couch, sighing as he relaxed the muscles in his feet by propping them up on the small, worn coffee table that was between him and the TV. Having to walk back and forth between work and his apartment was an annoyance and somewhat tiring. It was also annoying that he hadn't seen Rhoda in over six weeks. They had had a wonderful goodbye fuck which had left him sated. For about a week. By the end of the first month he had become rampantly horny. He was too used to regular sex with Rhoda and found the adjustment hard to make.

"You promise?" Rhoda had asked him, laid out on top of his black body, her usually pale, oval shaped face flushed pink from a recent climax. Her light brown hair was too short to drape across Greg's face as she looked into his dark brown eyes. "Honey, I already promised. I'll promise again, ok?" "You looked guilty." "What?! Come off it, I did not." "If I even think you are fooling around over there, it'll be over," Rhoda said seriously, eyebrows tucked down slightly. Her thin lips disappeared whenever she did this. Greg sighed. Rhoda had a jealousy complex. "I can go without sex for three months and not rape someone. Jeez…" Rhoda pouted.

"So how come you have to have it every day with me, huh?" Greg smirked. "Because I can. *You* were the one who was getting all grabby, anyways." "Was not." "Were too." "Fuck you." "Please do!" Greg replied gleefully. He giggled as Rhoda slapped his smooth, ebony chest and lifted herself up into a straddling position. "Just for that, you have to stay on the bottom again," she said, rotating her hips to encourage her boyfriend's semi-soft cock back to life. Greg didn't protest.

Greg adjusted his jeans to accommodate the shifting bulge in his crotch. It was likely going to be yet another night of stroke power and an old wash cloth. But at least he had gotten something from Rhoda. Greg leaned forward with an "umph" and managed to stick the tape into the VCR. The blank face of it slid into the darkened recess of the machine with an accompanying clatter. The apartment had turned out not to have any phone hook-ups available, and Greg couldn't afford to pay for installation as well as the phone for only three months. When he had written his letter to Rhoda a little over a week ago, he had been particularly bothered that evening.

The letter had changed from a general information, I-Miss-You sort of writing to a Wait-Till-I-Get-Back-And- Boink-The-Hell-Out-Of-You type. He had even put in a few of his fantasies that he had previously not mentioned to Rhoda. Now he mused that perhaps his somewhat serious and intellectual mate had sent him a porno movie rather than write a reply. He almost half-hoped that she had, since it would provide some visual distraction. The stuffy apartment had no cable and the UHF stations were a paltry mix of old-time revival, New Zoo Revue re-runs, and any movie that starred Omar Sharrif. The two video rental stores were no better, and expensive.

Greg waited for the VCR to crank up to speed, laying back on the couch and slipping his shoes off. The tape started but was a flickering mess. "Shit" he muttered, than leaned forward again and fiddled with the tracking until the image cleared up and locked in place. It was a test pattern. "Come on…" Greg complained. He waited for a few moments, than impatiently hit the little silver-gray FF button, making the image skip until something different appeared. He rewound a ways, then set it on play and plopped back down on the couch. The test pattern remained for a few seconds before fading out. An image of Rhoda appeared. "Hi darling," she said.

"I got your letter today." She was seated at her work-study table, a large adjustable one with a top that could be tilted back and forth to varying angles. She used it to draw sketches for her film ideas, as well as for doing some photography and films of layouts. She was sitting in her adjustable height stool. Apparently she had setup her video camera to record her reply. Greg smiled. "I haven't read it yet," Rhoda continued, "because I have this project. We need to tape a subject doing something that evokes different expressions and emotions, without any acting or prompting." Greg frowned.

She didn't mean she– "So I'm going to record myself reading your letter outloud, and since I haven't read it yet, as Mr. Dunloff will be able to tell," holding up the unopened envelope "I should give some useful, realistic reactions." "Oh fuck…" Greg moaned. He hoped that this tape would end suddenly, with Rhoda turning off the camera before she got to any of the nasty bits. Then he wondered if she were mailing the tape to him because she was pissed off and wanted to end their relationship. Rhoda wasn't too prudish but she was shy and reserved about her sexuality. Greg started to consider fast forwarding to the end of the tape.

"Lemme see…" Rhoda said, adjusting her position on the stool. She was evidently looking at some monitor off to the side of the camera. She had on a very yellow but simple blouse and light blue slacks. "Color balances are not evidence of great talent" she had told him once when gushing about her work. "A lotta times, though, it impresses the teacher." Greg felt a twinge of jealousy slip through him as he wondered how much of Rhoda's body impressed teachers. When she was apparently satisified that the camera would view her reactions in the best possible manner, Rhoda opened the envelope and pulled out the thick sheaf of paper. She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Were you bored, or have you simply forgotten how to type?" Greg snorted. He shifted into laying in a horizontal position on the couch, hands under his chin. He had decided not watching the tape all the way through would be a bad idea. Looking at the letter, Rhoda cleared her throat and began to read. Greg envisioned her reaction when she got past the first couple of pages. But the vision was short lived when he considered how reserved Rhoda normally was, except under "romantic" conditions. "'It's not too bad here, weather-wise. It's not like when we were in Florida during spring break, with all that damned humidity.

Which is good because this apartment doesn't have it's own air conditioning.'" Rhoda stopped reading and said, "You spelled 'its' wrong there. Possessive pronouns don't use apostrophes in their plural form." She smirked at the camera for a moment. Greg decided he'd erase that part of the tape. Rhoda continued on until: "'My boss is a real pain, kind of over-demanding. But she's fair–' She?" Uh oh, Greg thought. Rhoda was looking at him from the TV. No, he corrected himself, she was looking at the camera when she was recording it. "You didn't tell me you would have a woman for a boss," Rhoda said a bit cooly.

She was a protective type of woman, and didn't like her mate being available to any other females. "I didn't know," Greg muttered. "Read the rest of the damn letter!" Rhoda kept looking out of the screen for a moment, then went back to the letter, snapping out the next few words. "'But she's fair and good natured. I guess grandmothers can't be mean–'" Rhoda looked slightly embarrassed for a moment, then continued sheepishly. "'–mean to anyone, even their workers. The amount of work she gives me is tremendous though. I had to re-do their data base system because of a change Mrs. Cullery wanted in the inventory system.'" Greg sighed as he remembered the painful re-writing using Lotus 1-2-3.

On the screen, Rhoda shifted on her stool and put an elbow up on her work table, resting her head on her hand. Computers were not a strong interest point for her. "'The new system had to have extra entries for texture of the clothing as well as some color scheme refrencing system I still don't understand. I hope you can explain it to me when I get home.'" Rhoda smiled. Greg smiled too, though it was more of a grin. "'I wish I didn't have to wait the next six weeks to see you again, baby. Remember when we were talking before I left and I said I'd survive?–" Rhoda begin to blush slightly, but she continued with only a slight hesitation "–I lied.

I'm stuck with work that's boring as hell and when I come home there's no one here to kiss me like you do.'" Rhoda was definitely blushing now. "Greg, you didn't have to write this…" she said, looking at him through the camera and the spool of videotape. "Yes I did," Greg muttered. He had worked himself up into a real frenzy when writing the letter and had jacked off two times before mailing it, and a third time afterwards. Rhoda hesitated before continuing. "'When I remember our last–" she muttered the word "–I get sweaty and anxious. I know I promised you I would never even flirt with another girl,–" Rhoda's expression darkened for a brief moment "–but it's very hard.

Right now, in fact.' What the hell? 'If I were there with you now I'd be–' Oh jeez!" Now Rhoda was blushing darkly. This is it, Greg thought. She's going to drop it. I wonder how pissed she is? Was? "Well honey, I guess I can't use *this* as my project," Rhoda said to the camera. "Too bad you can't handle no sex for a little while." She giggled and smirked while Greg frowned. "A little while, ha ha. Bitch," Greg muttered. "Just you wait…" "But I miss you baby," Rhoda said seriously. "I wish you were here too. Once my project is done I'll have a lot of free time and no one to share it with.

And even busy, I miss you." Rhoda looked a little sad and Greg felt a bit of sourness in his insides. Here he had been thinking about nothing but sex, ignoring his feelings for Rhoda. He promised himself he would *not* forget what he felt for her. And if that meant he had to spend more time with her, so be it. Hardly an unhappy arrangement. On the screen Rhoda's image looked wistful for a moment, than glanced back at the letter. She started reading from it again, casually. "'If I were there with you now I'd be slipping myself into you so fast you wouldn't be able to breath.

You'd be on the bed with your legs way up in the air on either side and I'd be giving it to you hard.' Rhoda smirked again. "Real master of the written word, aren't you?" Greg growled. "'Did you know you look really sweet when you close your eyes and come in that position?'" Rhoda was giggling slightly. "No I don't. You really are desperate, y'know?" Greg had obtained a building hard-on hearing Rhoda read his letter. He wiggled around to try and make the bulge more comfortable. No shit he was desperate! "'I know you probably think it's terrible for me to write this but I am too excited to stop.

I keep dreaming about you and I wake up with this hard-on that doesn't go away very fast, even after I jerk off.' Oh Greg… You men are so unlucky." She licked her thin lips nervously. As if revealing a dark secret, she said quietly "I've been dreaming about you too." Greg raised an eyebrow. "'When I get home in August, you had better be ready for a very horny guy who will fuck your brains out.' How ready do you think I should be, Greg?" Rhoda asked. She seemed to be breathing slightly harder. "Naked, on your back in front of the door, with your legs spread," Greg said. He had thought about writing that into the letter but had chickened out. "Maybe I'll be wearing a negligee. Or my teddy.

You like black lace." She smiled with a hint of her sensual self coming through. She went back to the letter, a bit more intently than before. "'Maybe during the last week before I come home I'll save it all up for you. We can try out that trick we talked about.' Oh! I forgot about that! 'But I don't know if I have that much control.' Yes you do. I should know." Rhoda smiled wickedly. Greg noted that she had changed her sitting position on the stool so that her legs were propped open a ways. Was she consciously or unconsciously giving him a crotch shot? Not that he could see much, even through the tight slacks. Rhoda seemed to be reacting a lot more openly than he expected to the letter.

Maybe the camera had loosened her inhibitions. Or perhaps it was the distance between them, acting as a buffer. Whatever it was, he wasn't complaining. Neither was his enlarged penis. "'I get hard-ons at work sitting at my station in the back of the storage room, thinking about you and how much I miss you and your body. I swear to myself that when I'm back with you I'll make you think you've died and gone to heaven.'" Rhoda's legs were swinging open and close slightly, a regular rhythm of motion. "'I'll tease you and play with your pussy until you scream. I can see it so clearly in my head.

Your legs are spread out wide on the bed'" Rhoda unconsciously slid her legs down until the feet were just touching the floor. They swung open. "'and your pussy is already damp because you know how much I'm going to make you come.'" Greg's hard-on was too painful to leave restrained anymore. He sat up and managed to hit the pause button on the VCR. Then he undid his belt and slipped it out of the denim loops before dropping his jeans around his ankles and then stepping out of them. He hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, so his thick, short cock bobbed slightly in the stuffy air. A thin film of sweat was clinging to his dark brown balls.

Still in his shirt, he unpaused the VCR and sat back on the couch, legs propped up on the scruffy table in front of it. The tape continued. "'I place my hands on your thighs and rub them, massaging the muscles. My mouth goes to your pussy and I kiss you there. I lick my way around your mound, tasting your pubic hair.'" Greg wasn't sure, but he thought he could see a dark spot starting to appear in the crotch of Rhoda's slacks. The video lines made it hard to tell. He was definitely sure about her flushed face and heavy breathing though. Unnoticed, his hand was gently rubbing his cock. Rhoda had always enjoyed being eaten out. It had been new for her when they started dating.

It quickly became one of the best ways to turn her on and satisfy her. He listened to Rhoda as she continued to read huskily. "'I love to lick your pussy. You taste sweet and salty as I suck on your pussy lips while you moan and beg. I really love it!' Oh god Greg, *you* love it? Why do you think I want you to do it?!" Rhoda's slender lips curled laciviously around the pink tip of her tongue. There was no doubt in Greg's mind now that she had a damp crotch. The stain was clearly visible between her legs. H

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