Before Kate and I got married, we dated for about a year and were engaged for another year. We planned to wait until our wedding night to have sex. We were both virgins.
But that didn’t stop us from all sorts of other fooling around. It progressed gradually over several months: Just kissing at first, then hands roaming over and then under clothes, gradually getting more adventersome. Eventually, we’d be totally naked in bed, all over each other, giving each other orgasms.
We just had three rules we stuck to:
1. No actual sex. (Obviously.)
2. No direct genital contact. When we would grind on each other, one of us always had underwear on. (Although there were plenty of handjobs and fingering.)
3. I could come pretty much anywhere on her, but not on her vagina. Even if it was just on the outside, we didn’t want to risk pregnancy. (She wasn’t on birth control of any kind.)
We were crazy horny early 20-somethings back then. I was in law school out of state, but visited her on the weekends. We’d pretty much tear each other’s clothes off when I walked in the door and spend the weekend naked, all over each other, getting each other off.