in the early, crazy period of dating, jess and myself were all over each other. she was shorter than me, with a slender waist and delicious curves. she had a big smile and sometimes her eyes had a little spark in them that said she was ready to break some rules.
the only obstacle was that her place was small, shared with roommates – it had a fake wall (basically a piece of plywood) separating her bedroom from the living room on one side, and her roommate’s bedroom on the other side. as such, we really tried to be good roommates and not get carried away when other people were around. it was… hard.
one night, it was late, and we got tempted the same way we always got tempted. we would spoon in her bed, me behind her, tracing little shapes on her skin. then, i might gently trace a finger along the bottom of one of her tits where it meets the ribs. she might quietly moan with pleasure, and press herself closer — pressing her ass against my crotch.