The Girlfriend Ch. 05

"It's not what you're used to, Joe."

I gently removed his hands and bent forward to kiss a nipple. He whimpered as his head went back and I felt the tension drain away from him. He was right, I was used to Sophie's breasts, but I was so aroused it didn't seem to matter. I had been what I thought was straight for my whole life, yet there was pleasure here in the forbidden, the taboo, the illicit. My world was tilting and I felt I was clinging on by my fingertips to everything I had thought was right. Something inside me was being unlocked by Sam, and it was drawing me inexorably to a place which both terrified and excited me.

Sam held my head in place with his hands as I sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other. He fell back on the bed and his fingers fumbled with my trousers until he managed to pull them off along with my boxers. My cock was hard again and Sam had his hands all over it as I nipped his nipple between my teeth.

"Oww, you sod." He squeezed my balls hard in retaliation. We both laughed and the resumed our kissing. I let my hand drift down to his bum and I pulled him close. Once more I felt his cock rubbing against mine through his skirt, but this time I didn't freeze. I reached behind him to pull down the zip, and he raised his hips enough for me to slide the skirt down to leave him in only his panties and hold up stockings. My cock hardened at the sight, but I was nervous now that the only thing between me and his cock were his panties. I looked down to see it straining against the fabric, and, as if in an out of body experience, I watched my hand reach down and touch the bulge. He jumped and I took my hand away before bringing it back again to feel the outline of his cock through the soft lace.

"You don't have to, Joe," he whispered. But it was too late now, I was being driven by forces beyond my control. My fingers traced the shape of his cock and he moaned as I traced the shape through the panties. It felt soft, yet firm, and I felt dizzy as it grew harder under my touch. Somewhere in my head I heard a voice saying this was wrong, but it faded away and finally disappeared as I continued to stroke. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties and slowly eased them down. Sam tensed and as his cock was released I felt it flick against mine. I giggled in surprise and then my fingers were around it.

Sam said something as I stroked his cock, but I didn't catch it as I was in a world of my own; fearing that I would go to hell, but unable to pull back from what I was doing. He moaned as I continued to caress him, fearful almost that I would somehow break it if I gripped it tighter. It was smaller than mine; hard yet soft, warm and alive under my fingers.

Sam's hand wrapped my fingers around his cock and held them there as he began to stroke up and down the length, slowly at first then faster and faster. His breathing became more ragged and I recognised his climax was approaching. I panicked, the reality of what I was doing made me try to pull my hand away but it was too late as Sam gasped and he came, his cum spurting over my fingers. I was too stunned to react, and all I could do was watch as Sam took each of my fingers into his mouth and sucked the cum from them.

I slumped back, trying to understand what had happened. I'm not gay, I heard a voice screaming inside my head. Yet, I had kissed Sam, let him give me a blow job and masturbated him. What, if not gay, did that make me? Sam drove all these thoughts from my mind by sliding down the bed and taking my cock into his mouth. I feebly thought I should stop him, but any thought of protest fled as his warm mouth and tongue wrapped around me. I had lost my erection, but he quickly brought me back to life and for the second time that night I climaxed in Sam's mouth.

***

I awoke slowly, climbing slowly up a steep cliff towards a distant light high above me. I blinked, yawned and then memories of last night rushed in.

"Shit, shit, shit." As I raised my head I was relieved to find I was alone in the bed. Sam must have left to go back to his own flat at some point in the night. I was thankful that I didn't have to face him this morning. I sat for a moment on the side of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to process what I felt. Feeling guilty and ashamed, I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the coffee machine I swore to myself this would have to stop now. What happened last night was the last straw and I would tell Echo it was all over.

The letter box on my front door rattled. That's early for the post. I thought. Sipping my coffee I went and picked up a padded brown envelope on the doormat. My name was handwritten on the front so it had to have been had delivered, which instantly made me suspicious. I took it through to the kitchen and opened it carefully, making sure not to destroy any fingerprints. Inside was a small memory stick and a handwritten note.

Morning, Joe. Well done, and I like the bit at 02:33. Echo

I reread the note, wondering what the hell this was. Already this was giving me a bad feeling. Any interaction with Echo seemed to bring fresh trouble for me. I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the stick. A black and white video began to play, grainy but clear enough to see what was going on. I watched in disbelief as I realised it showed the inside of my front door. After a few seconds the door opened and Sam and I walked in, and with mounting horror I watched as Sam sank to his feet, opened my trousers and took my cock out. At 02:33 precisely on the time counter I came in his mouth.

My heart was hammering in my chest and I thought I would throw up. I stormed into the hallway and looked at the ceiling. The smoke alarm I had fitted ages ago was the only place from where the video could have been taken. They must have fitted a pinhole camera inside. I stood in front of the door and screamed at the camera.

"You fucking cow." It was only then I remembered I was naked.