He, let’s call him Dean, isn’t exactly my type, a bit skinny and a juvenile looking face, but that doesn’t matter as we just get along so well.
We had been kind of hitting of for a while now and would always end up sitting very close next to each other on evenings with friends. Yesterday it was just such an occasion. He was brushing his hand all over my back and legs, sometimes coming to an timid halt on my butt. All of our friends, including us, were pretty drunk already and Dean and I often exchanged deep glances, creating an desiring atmosphere. One time, while playing stupid drinking games, dont ask me how exactly this came up, but he was supposed to squeeze my nipples with pliers. I wasn’t so keen on doing it infront of my friends and also wanted to keep it a bit of a mystery if I really let him do it, so we went to the next door. Again, I looked him into the eyes, myself not sure whether I really wanted this to happen but he was so enthusiastic about it, that I gave in and let him squeeze my nipples. It was really pleasant actually, like nipple clamps I suppose (never used those) and I enjoyed myself.