When I was younger, I had a sexual long weekend with a friend from out of town. She had initially come to visit me to go see a concert and spend the weekend. It turned into three days of all sorts of raunch and after she went home we remained pretty close friends. By the next time she came to visit a little more than a year later, again for a concert, she had herself a fiancée. Which was cool with me. I was very happy for her. Before she arrived, we talked on the phone and she asked me to promise to keep my hands to myself during our weekend together as she would do also and I sincerely agreed.
On her second and last full day in town, after getting home in the late afternoon, we were hanging out in my bedroom (can’t remember if my roommate was home or not – I’m leaning towards “home”) and I suddenly got a little itchy. Lia (let’s call her) and I had the no-touch policy in place and we were both respecting that but we were also making sexual jokes, references, etc. while hanging out, like twentysomethings do. Sometimes flirty, sometimes not, but always very relaxed and comfortable. I genuinely liked Lia as a person. We shared a bit of mind and that was fun.