"That feels nice, you can keep your hand there..."
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Jack and I hang out in one of the piano rooms during lunch most days. Every day I sit closer and closer to him. The other day I told him he was doing good after he finished playing Take 5. I patted him on the knee and said "good job!" Today I did it, and this time he said "that feels nice, you can keep your hand there," I patted his knee and kept it there, rubbing my hand back and forth on his inner thigh. I was VERY tempted to move my hand farther, but resisted, remembering my boyfriend. This continued for some time, very friendly touches and hugs, where my hand was creeping closer to his cock. I would hug him and my ass would press up on him. I would sometimes just sit there, with my hand on his thigh as he tried to play the piano (I was a distraction so sometimes we would just sit there in silence, as he tried to not get a hard on) and I would rest my head on his shoulder and just close my eyes, taking in every moment. It was fantastic.
I never cheated on my boyfriend, I flirted and dressed pretty slutty, and I was sexually harassed, but I was never consensually cheated on him.