I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but there are two types of edging: Intentional and unintentional. This is the story about the unintentional kind where you have so much sexual tension between you two that you simmer in frustration for days until you both want to die.
Once upon a time, I went to law school with a man who was boring on paper. He was a future tax attorney who was kind of a hypochondriac and an undeniable introvert. He was super hot though and unexpectedly great in bed so we hooked up on and off throughout law school.
He was never really my boyfriend because we weren’t super compatible, but I was addicted to that dick and he was easily to seduce.
Also, I made bad decisions during finals. Every exam cycle I would end up fucking someone I probably shouldn’t have… Although I can’t say I regret this one.
So once we were studying together in the library with my roommate, “R.” R had remarkably bad timing and was adorably clueless. When R went to ask our professor a question, my ex and I started going over some practice exam when a sandwich magically appeared in front of me.