This time when we arrived at her place we kissed long and affectionately, our new intimacy reflected in the way we now cuddled as we kissed. But kiss was all that we did. This time there was no blow job on offer, and when I tried to slide my hand along her leg I was met with a definite blocking tactic, she simply grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. One step forward and two back, or so it seemed.
That kind of set a pattern that lasted for several weeks. I would pick her up, there was no pretence of waiting for a bus anymore, we would drive to her place, park up, kiss and cuddle for a while, until I got hot and bothered, and then she'd be gone. It really would have been unbearably frustrating if it were not for the fact that every few nights she would grant me one of her superb blow jobs.
Naturally, as a red blooded male in full working order, I tried to get whatever I could from her, but all my efforts were expertly and emphatically countered. She would let me stroke her back, and even occasionally her thighs, but if I ever tried to fondle her breasts or feel between her legs, then she would either turn away or block me in some other way. Never once did I manage to touch any part of her body that she didn't want me to. Nor did I ever get invited into her home or have an offer of a date accepted. It was, to put it mildly, a strange sort of relationship that we had going. You have to realise that I was besotted by her, perhaps not in love with her but certainly addicted, and prepared to put up with an awful lot just for her attentions.
But then that all changed in one night, and all the missing pieces fell into place. It was what I had come to think of as a blow job night, but this time Sam wanted to take things just a little further. Later I wondered if she's been sounding me out, looking for a reaction, but at the time I was just pleased to take things one step further, even if it was an unfamiliar step.
Sam had fished inside my jeans and found my cock, but then instead of coaxing it from hiding and out through my flies, she undid my belt, unfastened my jeans and started to wriggle them down a little as if to give herself more room to play.
