Disclaimer: this is purely fantasy. Neither me nor the person who inspired this story would do anything that are considered cheating.
The scenery flies by as he drives, but I can’t seem to focus on anything other than him. As my mind races thinking of the things we’ve done, what we were going to do, and what we can’t do anymore. Without thinking I reach over and place my hand on his thigh.
“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly confused.
I quickly pull my hand away, “sorry, old habit,” I say trying to act like it didn’t happen.
“Thinking bout your girlfriend?”
I hesitate for a second before answering, “not exactly”.
“Ooooh, so you’re thinking about sex just not with her. Me?” He asks with a smirk.
“Shut up, you know you still pop into my head like that every now and then, not like it’s a big deal”
This just makes him tease me, “yea, and now and then must be every day, because it’s obvious that’s how often you want me touching you again”.
“Well as long as I’m with her you can’t so shut it”.