I’m 19 and live at home. The UK is currently in its third lockdown and so I haven’t had the option to go visit my boyfriend. I’ve been going a little stir crazy, feeling crazy horny and sending him desperate messages and photos showing how needy I was. He was able to play it a lot cooler than me but I knew how frustrated he was too. The look he’d get in his eyes when tension built on our video calls, his voice growing deeper when I did something that aroused him.
Eventually we planned to go on a socially distanced walk, although I knew in the back of my mind that it would be impossible. He picked me up and within minutes of driving his hand was moving slowly up my thigh, his skin against my tights. I tried to focus on the conversation we were having but my breaths were becoming heavy and I lost my train of thought. He kept teasing, brushing his fingers across my clit as I looked out at the road. I was close to begging him to stop, or not to stop and placed my hand on his, but this only made him apply more pressure, pushing against my clit in little circles, with his other hand on the steering wheel making it seem effortless.