We are all in our late 20s.
This is a crosspost from gonewholesomestories.
Over the summer, my boyfriend Andrew and his friend Ben invited me to join them on a week long road trip/camping trip. Knowing that it wasn’t just the two of us and we were sharing a sleeping space in the rooftop tent, I didn’t expect us to engage in any sexual intimacy on the trip outside of public displays of affection – holding hands, hugs, and short kisses. To say the least this memory is one of my most cherished sexual encounter with Andrew of this past year – it was his way of marking his territory.
It had been four days into our trip exploring a national park in the Midwest. We had settled into our camp site. After a long day of exploring and hiking, we were ready to quickly make dinner and turn in for the evening since we had a long day planned for tomorrow.
When we were making dinner Ben boasted about how girls would be all over him after eating his scrambled jalapeños eggs that he was making for us tonight. Andrew looked at Ben and immediately went over to hug me tight. Yes, as if someone else could steal my heart. I looked at Andrew exasperated and rolled my eyes.