Reclined on the couch watching TV, we both knew what was about to happen. It had been over six months since we had last kissed even though we still had strong feelings for each other. When we broke up, Kristin and I felt it was the right decision. Being freshman in college who had toughed out an entire faithful semester together at universities several hundred miles apart, we decided to call it quits so we could have the “real college experience.” Neither of us expected that Kristin would return home in the summer with a new boyfriend. That piece of trash ruined everything for me – for us.

The first few weeks of summer had been fine. Kristin and I were able to hang out together and keep our feelings for one another at bay. Kristin didn’t want to cheat on her new boyfriend, who she was away from the first time since she started dating him, and I didn’t want to start anything physical in fear of allowing my emotions for my past love to return. Over time, however, neither of us could hold back any longer. Our physical and emotional attraction for each other was just too strong.

So there we were sitting on the couch with our legs up on the coffee table watching shark week late at night. Neither of us was really paying attention to the program but it was on none-the-less. My right arm was behind Kristin’s neck, and she was cuddling her head against my shoulder. My right hand was casually holding her right arm, and Kristin’s left hand was resting on my right thigh. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and Kristin was wearing a pink pair of pajama shorts (which hardly covered her fabulous round ass) and a tight form fitting t-shirt. A light blanket was thrown over us as it was a little chilly in the air conditioned house.

As we watched shark week, we were both well aware of the warming feeling which came when we are in each other’s arms. Our innocent cuddling was creating raging hormones in both of us because we wanted one another so bad. I was the first to give in to my feelings and I started to stroke Kristin’s right arm with my hand which was over her shoulder. I rubbed her arm ever so gently up and down. I allowed my fingers to drift down to her hand and we locked fingers expressing our feelings for each other.
I continued moving my hand up and down Kristin’s arm, increasing my travel with each pass. Eventually, I was lightly stroking Kristin from her shoulder to the tips of her fingers, allowing her to lock hands with me every few passes. When we locked hands, our fingers would molest each other as if they themselves were making love.

Kristin began to softly tremble so I knew her hormones for me were raging. After one of our hand holding sessions, I traced my fingers up her arm to her shoulder just like I had been doing for the previous fifteen minutes or so, only this time I didn’t stop. Instead, I let the tips of my fingers grace up the front of Kristin’s chest just below her neck. I gracefully touched her under her chin, moving my fingers in little circles. After a few moments, I continued my path up Kristin’s body to her left cheek.