" Looking in, they saw that he had his pants down to his knees, and he was stroking a hard dick. They both stared, unsure of what to do. "C'mon in. Th...re's plenty of room for us all."As they both began to sputter uncertainties, 'uh...' 'I dunno...' They heard a familiar voice"Hey, you guys made it." Gary was at the far end of the hallway. "C'mere."Joe and Albert left the mystery man without a word, hurrying to Gary."Hey guys. There’s plenty of more booths around the corner." Gary led them to. When my friend came downstairs the tape was on the coffee table. He went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands and the conversation picked up where it left off. There were no significant glances between his wife and myself but I felt evil, dirty, guilty, and like a conspirator. I never had any secrets with my friend before – he even knew my pin number. Now, this was a huge wedge. When I drove home that night all I could think of was what I had done. It was so wrong and yet it felt so fucking. Over Coffee, we all chatted about our lives and got on swimmingly. Joe was working as a decorator, which was very strange for a History graduate. He’d travelled a lot and was now living back in London . Strangely, he was doing a job in a month’s time, very close to where we’d moved to. We promised to stay in touch and have him around for dinner the next month. I’m not a jealous person, and can trust Alice , but I felt something between them as I had done when we were younger. Joe was a lovely. I told her I couldn’t afford this place but she only hushed me and smiled. She ordered for us both and got a bottle of wine. We were underage but the waiter never carded us. By the end of the night I was a bit buzzed but happier than I had ever been. When the waiter came back with her credit card she signed it and we were off. We took a taxi to the dorm room and made our way inside. I started to strip off once we were in our place but Jenny stopped me. “I want to do it,” she said and started.