I don't really know why I did it. A lot of stuff that I do I can't really explain...

I remember a time during my last relationship, that I broke up with the guy. I broke up with him, knowing that I would take him back the next day. We broke up and I left in a cab from his house with my friend beside me, my male friend from out of town. Before he grew up and left town, I had had the hugest crush on him. Perhaps we would have had a relationship if he hadn't left, or if we both hadn't been so damn young. Seeing him in town again brought back every single school girl fantasy I had in high school. I remembered everything about the day we spent in art class together, and by the auditorium where we made out.



I yearned for something a little more X rated. In the cab he kept up casual conversation with the driver while his hand kneaded my thigh softly, slipping up and down, higher and higher. I laid my head on his shoulder, and returned the favor. In the dark of the backseat, under the sleepy midnight stars, it started to look like something out of a wet dream. We walked swiftly from the taxi to my room and he laid in my bed. I undressed, still rather shaken by his sudden interest in me. I kept my back to him and slid my shirt up over my head, swiftly unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor. I replaced it with a camisole and dropped my pants to the floor, kicking them to the side. I was down to lacy tanga underwear that went decently with the camisole, though I only subconsciously thought of matching. Such a girl thing. Crawling into my bed beside him, and laid my head down. His arm was beneath my shoulders and he curled me closer to him. He was gripping my thigh tightly, completely distracting me from the TV. He kneaded it softly bringing small gasps from my mouth. Sliding my hand over his bare stomach I paused to try and remember when he lost his shirt. Shrugging the thought away when his hand slipped against my underwear and pulled them down my legs smoothly. Fast and faster now, kisses and tugging at my shirt. The camisole came off while his shorts did and when he kneels above me I had a moment to remember his tattoos. I had completely forgotten about the twin red hearts above his tan hipbones until now. They framed his pelvic area so perfectly. Just how I dreamed.

The sex was a little rough, and not really what I expected. It was better. I'll admit, both parts could have pushed the limits a little further. For a shaky first encounter with a former crush, it was awesome. Breakfast in the morning and a chaste hug goodbye. I called my boyfriend around 7 and we got back together.
He said he was happy I changed my mind, because he really liked me.
I curled up in my unmade sheets and talked to him on the phone as if nothing had ever happened.

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"Did I cheat?"

Well, if you really have to ask yourself this question...

You know me all to well.

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Well, I wouldnt have if you didnt let me get that close. Besides, your personality and mine are not that different.

lol, Maybe I am, maybe I'm not

you did a mean thing.

definitely not cheating...i know cheating because i dont do it much, but when i click on a physical level a great deal with someone, i go for it...just cant help myself and have had some great experiences because of it

I know exactly what you mean. I always go for it.

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nice

Can't wait til you get to town baby. We're gonna paint it red.

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