[M4F] Dry humping doesn't count... does it?
We know we can't actually be together. We shouldn't even be feeling this way about each other.
(Why not? Are we married to other people? Are we family-in-law? Professor and student? Preacher and congregant?)
But I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your eyes, your smile, that hint of bare skin as your top shifted. Your softness during that first hug that went on just a tantalizing moment longer than it should have.
And that's when things got worse.
The hugs got longer. My hand rested at the small of your back; you touched my bicep to make a point and casually let your fingers rest there. Now we can't keep our hands off each other, even though we know it's wrong.
But we haven't had sex, so we can still tell each other that we're not doing anything wrong. Sure, my hand is sliding around your waist. And maybe you're not just sitting on my lap, but riding my thigh. Maybe a moan escapes my lips. But dry humping doesn't really count, does it? After all, we aren't getting naked. We aren't even kissing (Well, not as much as we wish we were.)
This is about yearning and the excitement of forbidden attraction as much as it's about sex. In fact, it isn't even about sex, remember? It's about touching and groping. Choosing the right outfits, or making due with whatever we have on. It's about frustration, and guilt, and saying it won't happen again.
But of course it will.