I know she didn't mean to do it. To me, at least. The look on her face when she realized what had happened, and what might happen... She was so scared. But eventually, we got used to the idea and made the best of it.

Maybe I'd better start at the beginning.

My name is Janet. I'm 34, divorced, and considered attractive. Linda is 33, was having marital trouble at the time, and VERY attractive. But for some reason, once they were married, her husband's interest in sex vanished.

Linda was not happy.

She tried counseling, for her and both of them. Nothing. She tried wearing slinky things to bed. Nothing. She tried everything. Nothing.

Then, one night, she called me. They were going on vacation for two weeks to try and sort things out. Would I watch the house? I agreed, since my apartment would be OK for that time.

So, that Friday evening, I waved goodbye to them as they drove off. Then, being a naturally curious human being, I wandered around a bit. In short, I snooped.

I found the lingerie she had worn, trying to seduce him. I found a drawer full of sex toys, unused. I found a few porn movies. And, at the very bottom of the pile of tapes, was a tape with no label - but it was wound halfway through. Hmm. Amateur porn? This I had to see.

So my first night at my friend's house found me sitting on their couch, stripped down to my undies, rewinding what I thought was a porn film.

I took a sip of my drink and pressed Play. I shifted nervously, and felt the goosebumps. I couldn't believe this. I actually giggled.

The tape started. What the hell? It looked like the beginning of "Star Trek" or something, just these dots of light flying at me. And there was music. A sci-fi porno flick?

The points of light changed color every now and then. The music was in perfect synchronization to the motion of the lights. I felt the goosebumps again. This was weird. I sat there, watching, waiting.

It just went on, over and over. Points of light flying at me and vanishing, and the strange, haunting music. And now another sound. A voice? Fascinated, I just kept watching. Now it felt like it was ME that was moving into the lights, not the lights flying towards me. I was really feeling strange now, almost dizzy. I just sat there, seemingly frozen in place.

And for some reason, I started thinking about Linda. Thoughts I would never have imagined I would think about another woman. And I just sat there, staring, thinking, listening.

The screen faded, the music stopped. I sat there, dazed. What the hell WAS that? I had to look at it again, maybe I could figure it out.

I rewound the tape. Gulping down my drink to quench my parched mouth, I pressed Play and focused on the screen. I didn't want to miss anything.

The lights. The music. The maybe-voice. And I felt as if I was spinning, falling into the TV. Thinking of Linda. Shifting absently on the couch as my body seemed to become numb.

The tape ended. I couldn't move. The thoughts running through my mind were crazy, thoughts of Linda and I locked in an embrace, thoughts of kissing Linda passionately. I couldn't tell if I wanted to be sick - or masturbate.

I shakily stood and went to get another drink. Glancing at the clock, I stopped in surprise. More than an hour and a half had passed since I had first started the mystery movie. What the hell WAS that thing? Why did I feel this way?

I made my drink, still curious. I had to figure this out. Going back into the living room, I downed my drink all at once and played the video again.

The lights, coming towards me. The music. Me, falling into the lights. Linda. I sat there, fascinated, numb, almost repulsed by the thoughts that flashed through my mind. And it was over.

I could only sit there, staring at the dark screen, my thoughts a jumble of conflicting ideas.

Linda. Hold her. Kiss her. That makes my stomach turn. Doesn't it? Why am I even thinking this? Why are my nipples hard? Why am I so wet I can smell myself? Am I staining their couch? Startled, I jumped up. My panties were dark, but the couch was fine. Thank God.

And I went to bed, still wondering about the tape, about Linda, about why I was having these strange thoughts. I fell asleep wondering what Linda looked like nude, my stomach turning uncomfortably.

The tape became an obsession. For the next two weeks, every spare moment was spent sitting on their couch, staring blankly at the moving lights and imagining Linda and I together. It made no sense at all. I'm not like this, Linda's not like this. We're not - lezzies. No. We're not. WHY am I having these thoughts? Is it because I'm in her house, sleeping in her bed? And this tape, these lights, the music, the faraway voice. Is it a voice? What IS this tape? I watched it, over and over, and a few days before they were supposed to come home I was even watching it NUDE, and playing with myself when it was over. Thinking of Linda. Wondering why.

Wondering what was going to happen when Linda came home.

Today's the day. They're coming home today. I have to watch it again, maybe I'll finally figure out what it is all about. But again, I just sat there, spellbound by the lights, the sounds, and I got so horny I stripped naked as soon as it was over.

The front door opened. I had been so captivated by the video I hadn't heard the car pull in. Oh, my God, they're going to see me naked. I stood there in the living room, nude, frozen in place. Scared. Humiliated.

Linda is standing in the doorway crying, seemingly unaware of my state of undress. "It's over", I hear her say, tears streaming down her face.

Without knowing why, without thinking about it, I went to her, I took her in my arms and kissed her harder than I've ever kissed anyone in my life.

Stunned, shocked, her suitcase fell to the floor. As I became aware of what I was doing, as I realized I was kissing a woman, I released her, I stepped back in horror. What had I DONE? Linda stared at me, gaping, her eyes sweeping up and down my body as she realized I was stark naked. Where is her husband? Linda looks terrified through her tears.

"Oh, no....", she whispered. She ran past me and up the stairs. I followed. She looked where the porno tapes had been, and her face paled when she saw the unlabeled one was missing. She ran back downstairs, all the while saying "no, no, no", and ejected the tape from the VCR. Holding it gingerly, as if it were some horrible thing, she turned to me.

"You watched this..." Her face was panic-stricken. I nodded dumbly, again wanting to wrap my arms around her and kiss her. For some reason, all second thoughts had vanished, the thought of kissing a woman caused no discomfort. I just nodded.

"How much?" Her voice was a whisper.

"Lots. Over and over. I've... never seen anything like it."

Linda sank to the floor, trembling. "Oh, God, no........" She started to cry again. I couldn't let that happen.

I knelt beside her and she looked at me. I kissed her, quickly.

We stared at each other for a long time. Me nude, horny, confused. Her crying, upset. I kissed her again. I want to hold her. To love her. WHY?

Sobbing uncontrollably, she collapsed altogether, saying "no, no, not her, no" over and over. She lay on the floor, her body shaking, as she cried. I knelt there, not knowing what to do. I wanted to hold her, to love her. She was upset. Why? Where was her husband? What was the video?

I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck.

Her body became taut, stiff. She screamed. "NO!", she howled.

She rolled over, sobbing, staring at me. Again, her eyes traveled my body, and I again became acutely aware of my nakedness. Her breathing was hard, strained. And I felt my nipples hardening.

I kissed her again, on the lips. Love her.

I no longer cared WHY I wanted Linda. The sight of her so upset, so helpless, just made me want to take her in my arms and comfort her. I did.

I held her close, whispering to her as she cried.

"There, there, Linda, it's OK. I'm here. I'm here, Linda." As I spoke I gently stroked her long, dark hair. A tingle ran through me, and I could feel the heat building between my legs. "There, there. There, there."

Slowly, very, very slowly, her arms went around me. "There, there, Linda, I'm here. Everything will be OK, Linda. Shhhh... Don't cry. I'm here."

Gasping, sniffling, she looked at me. Through her tears, she grinned, a hesitant, lopsided grin of uncertainty.

"Yes", she whispered. "Yes, you are." And she kissed me.

Arms around each other, lips meshing together passionately, we kissed for a long time, a deep, searching kiss. Out of breath, we separated, gazing into each other's eyes. I had never seen Linda look this way before. Her eyes were smoky, glazed. But behind them a spark yearned to flash into flame.

I kissed her again, tenderly.

I watched her hand slowly reach out, looked down as she brushed it against my breast. My nipple stood firm, and I gasped as the pleasure washed over me. Suddenly, she giggled.

"You're naked."

The spell was broken. I laughed, my face turning beet red. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"I'm not, though", Linda whispered. Slowly, she stood up. As I looked on in amazement, Linda removed her clothing. Nude, she again knelt beside me.

We looked at each other. I wanted to hold her, to love her.

I reached out for her.

Sunday passed quickly as we tumbled together on her living room floor. Until I visited Linda's house, I never dreamed of making love to a woman. And as Linda and I climaxed over and over, I wondered why not?

Hold her. Love her. I did. She did. We did.

We lay beside each other, covered with sweat and each other's juices. We couldn't look each other in the eye. Her taste was still in my mouth. I heard her sigh, and slowly, she stood. She found the video tape and picked it up. She showed it to me, her face almost sad.

"Do you know what this is?" I shook my head.

"I tried everything, Jan. I tried everything I could think of to get him to want me again. This was going to be the last hope." Sighing, she sat down on the couch, gazing sadly at the tape.

"I bought a bunch of different tapes. Hypnotic tapes, Janet. I took them all and created my own, copying part of one, part of another, and on top of it all, I put my voice. I was going to FORCE him to love me, Janet, I was going to hypnotize him and TELL him to love me. This wasn't done yet, I had a little bit more I wanted to do. I don't have to, now."

The tears came again, and I got up and sat beside her on the couch, holding her close as she spoke, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Their first night at the hotel, her husband has said he was going to go get some ice. He had never come back. For two weeks, Linda had stayed in her room at the hotel, hoping her would come back, hoping he wouldn't, too embarrassed to come home early and have to explain why.

When she had opened the door and seen me nude, she had almost fainted. She had realized right away what must have happened. And as she sat there crying, she apologized to me.

That wasn't right. She didn't have to apologize. I should be THANKING her. "Linda?" I whispered.

She looked up at me, crying softly.

"Your tape worked." As her eyes widened in surprise, I kissed her.

That was several years ago. Linda is divorced now. Since that first encounter, Linda and I have made a few more tapes and watched them together. The things we feel, the experiences we share, are incredible.

And she tells me she has no interest in another man at this point.

She says our relationship is much more rewarding.