"I don't want to cheat," she whispered breathlessly.
"Do you want me to stop," I asked just as breathlessly between our soft frenching.
I had to ask the question, because in my mind there was absolutely no way in hell you could construe what we were currently doing as "not cheating."
"No" she whispered at the next brief break before launching another passionate foray into my mouth with her tongue. "Just ... no sex," she finished during the next two breaks.
And then she added after a few more moments, "You don't want to do it, ... do you ... cause ... we probably ... shouldn't."
I just shook my head in agreement with her, because the circling of her tongue and the deep mutual mouth spelunking between these brief moments of speech prevented anything more.
I respected her wish at that moment. And yet it was extremely difficult to actually think about not doing it, because we were so damn close to actually doing it. In fact, the only barrier between us when these words passed her lips was the thin fabric of her cotton panties. The rest of her clothes were in a pile on the bathroom floor, jumbled up with mine. And I think I need to add, that was also difficult to think about not doing it, because she was so damn into the moment and on fire at time she said that we shouldn't do it. But perhaps I should back up a bit. Where was I exactly? How did I get there and who was the girl that I was not doing it with as she pulled me tightly against her naked flesh?
Well, I was in a little bedroom in a two room apartment. We were laying only about a foot off the floor on a short futon. It served as the girl's bed, and it was, in fact, her bedroom and her apartment as well.
The girl I was not doing it with was a good friend of mine, named Julia, and she had been a good friend for about two years, ever since we were introduced at a party. She was also the girlfriend of another good friend of mine, named Kevin, who would have been very glad to know that we were not doing it that day, and who certainly would have expected us to not be doing it. And Julia, I should note, was the roommate of Christy, who likewise would have been very glad to know we were agreeing not to do it, since Christy and I ... well ... we were doing it, though not right at that particular moment.
Now Julia was a ravishing girl. She had a beautiful oval face, long wavy raven colored hair, and dark brown eyes. Her lips were full and extremely kissable. Her nose was perfect - not that I normally notice noses, but I did notice her's - and below the neckline she was equally stunning. She had full womanly curves, a c cup chest crowned with darker reddish brown nipples, a slender flat tummy, and hips that flared out wonderfully. Her hips, in fact, seemed to simply beg a man to grab on to them and sway; and these tapered down into long slender legs that gave Julia her 5'10" of height. Altogether, I would guess that she weighed maybe 125 to 130lbs with the pounds being in all the right places.
I had admired Julia's beautiful physique, of course. I don't think there are too many men who wouldn't have admired her in this way, at least not the living ones. But my admiration had always been from a distance, so to speak, as a friend. Because, after all, I was never actually planning on being more than a friend to her and I certainly wasn't thinking about actually doing it with her.
And now that she had told me that we weren't going to actually be doing it together, I was perfectly confident that I could continue as her friend with only a ... sort of academic kind of admiration of her.
And how did we arrive at the point of not doing it? Well it wasn't anything momentous, if you want to know. She had asked me the previous summer if I would take Latin with her. I was a classical studies major and it was time to start taking Latin. She needed a foreign language and had always had a penchant for dead ones. So it was an easy sort of fit. It's always better to take classes with friends anyway. And why shouldn't Julia and I take a class together? I mean, since we would not be doing it, it was no big deal.
Then there was the break after that class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when it was the last course of the day. This led quite naturally to a pattern of walking her back to her apartment, a logical and easy thing to do since she was Christy's roommate and I was over there quite a lot anyway. And why shouldn't I walk Julia home? It was also no big deal, especially since we weren't doing it.
This walking home business soon evolved into hanging out for a bit and actually studying together, another perfectly innocent activity for college students taking Latin together on dull sunny afternoons, when neither of them have any intention of doing it. And then the studying led to a lot of laughing together and longer heart to heart conversations etc. etc., the kind of activity that is once again perfect acceptable between friends who aren't doing it.
So that's basically the gist of it. Like I said, nothing momentous, just pretty ordinary stuff.
But oh!
You might be curious about the details of that afternoon and how we came so extremely close in our decision not to do it.
Let's see ... if I remember correctly, it started with a look. Not just an ordinary look, mind you, but one of those long and lingering ones.
We were in the middle of parsing verbs. This is normally an extremely boring activity as a general rule, but that day the conversation had been revolving around somewhat naughty topics. She was laughing about hearing Christy and I having sex together because we were too damn loud, and she also brought up some of the boastful things her roommate had told her. And then, she was quizzing me about whether or not Kevin did any "talking." So our minds were already running in spicy directions in spite of Latin grammar homework.
It was then that she gave me the look.
I recognized it immediately, and you certainly would have as well had she given it to you. It was a sort of long and lingering look at my lips, which said simply, "I really just want to kiss you right now."
My eyes widened a little, but she didn't see that immediately. It was almost like she was unconscious of her look for a few moments. Then she realized what she was doing, quickly recollected herself and glanced up into my wide eyes to see whether I'd noticed.
She noticed me noticing.
I swallowed.
She blushed slightly and looked back down at her book, quickly asking what I'd put down for the next word in our exercises.
Now folks, I wasn't a frat rat for nothing. In fact, I think that it's fair to say that I pretty much lived by the whole carpe diem motto, seize the day and all that. And though it usually took a weekend, some money, dancing, and a little alcohol for the happy seizing of pleasure to commence, this was a mighty fine woman sitting in front of me; and this mighty fine woman had just given me an incredible signal, albeit unintentionally. So it didn't take very long for my mind, after that initial surprise, to start running like a race horse down a particular track. It also didn't take long parts of my anatomy a little further south to start kicking into gear either, ... maybe ten seconds.
I didn't answer her question about the verb.
She looked back up at me, nervously.
