I feel like I'm in some TV sitcom or drama where the two lead
characters keep up this intense sexual tension, but neither acts on it.
Unsure of the appropriateness of it; uncertain if they should act on
their feelings; but no matter what the reason for holding back, if they
act on it before the season finale, the momentum of the show ends. All
of this assuming he reciprocates the sentiments, and frankly, I'm not
even sure of mine.
But
then, life really isn't a sitcom is it? So, yeah, I look at him in an
entirely different light now. Amazing what a simple touch can do.
He
did come over again tonight for a TV show we both love,
and a few other hot picks. More sexual tension. More foot
rubbing. I looked at him, and told him I neither expected it, nor
wanted him to feel in any way pressured to do it. But I confessed that
I did like it. I think I showed my worry too much, because he looked at
me very pointedly and said, "I know. It's okay." He continued rubbing.
Stopping intermittently as the TV program captured his attention.
Later,
I was able to return the favor. His neck was hurting. I'm decent at it.
It seemed to help. As it was ending, he reach behind and placed his
hand over mine as it still was massaging his shoulder, thanking me.
He
was looking toward the TV most of the night. It afforded me an
opportunity to look at him without him really being aware of it. I'm
looking both at him and the TV. I took my time. I really looked at him.
Studied him. Wondered all the things one wonders when really looking at
another human soul so closely for the very first time.
I noticed
all of the little things... the soft curls, his 5 o'clock shadow, his
hands, his feet. I took note of his soft hair and skin when I was
rubbing his shoulders. I liked what I touched.
At the same time,
I was incredibly nervous. If it had moved to something more intimate.
I'm honestly not sure how I would have reacted. I'm flustered right
now.
I guess for him, it's a good sign that when he finally left, he left me wanting more.
With
my FWB, things were much more straight forward. We met through a dating
site, so there were no illusions about the direction things should go,
assuming chemistry was there for us both.
But with this one, the
rules of engagement are definitely not the same. I wanted to kiss him
so badly, but knew if I did, I might cross some irreparable line. I
only hugged him goodnight. He hugged back, turned, and left. I stood
there again, wanting more, but settled for far less - a hug.



