So close...
The flat we shared was large, but sparsely furnished. A fold-out futon sofa served our needs for the living room, and one evening we ended up folding it out so that we could both lay down on it. I took the back position, with her in front; I was taller so we could both see the TV.

I barely breathed. My whole reason for moving to Manchester, leaving everything behind me, was so that I could spend time with her. My love was apparently unrequited, and I'd seen her go through some pretty appalling relationships. And now... now I was spooning her in our flat, with my most vivid fantasies dancing in front of my eyes like Christmas baubles.

I couldn't help it. It had a mind of its own. Nestled snugly between her buttocks, my penis rose, engorged and ready for what it was designed to do. The slightest movement caused my already sensitive glans to rub against the front of my pyjamas, sending sparks of pleasure down my root and right through my loins. I was so hard that it began to ache. She moved slightly to accommodate me more fully.

My breathing had almost stopped. I was acutely aware of myself and my proximity to her, and trying to keep as still as possible lest everything should fade away like in so many of my dreams. She stretched at last, swung off the sofa leaving my erection pointing at her like a finger of accusation.

I apologised. She knew of my feelings, and had suggested the folding out of the sofa. She brushed it off, and said that she was going to go to bed. Would I like to come with her?

My penis jolted like it had been wired up to the mains. Even then, I couldn't believe that she was actually leading me on. She must just like the companionship, the pleasure and warmth of spending time in close proximity with another person. We went through to the bedroom.

The next half an hour were exquisite torture. We stroked each other, me in my pyjama bottoms, her in her bra and panties, never daring to go near to the major, obvious erogenous zones. Stomach, arms, cheeks... all were fair game though as we ignored the steamy, horny elephant in the room. Until I moved my hand to between her legs and traced the outline of her vulva through the lace of her pants.

Within milliseconds we were kissing with all the pent up passion that had been held in coming to boiling point. My pyjama bottoms were pulled down, and she started to tug away at my straining cock while I groaned and tried not to cum.

"Have you... got anything?" she asked. I didn't. The only thing I had was a comedy johnny bought from a pub toilet machine that looked like an alien and felt like a rubber balloon. 'Not for prophylactic use', it said in clear letters on the box. Fuck.

Now, in my mind, I said 'no, but it doesn't matter - we don't have to screw. There's plenty of other things we can do, and first of all I want to make you cum with my tongue.' What I actually did was mutter that I didn't, and instantly go limp in her hand. The moment was completely ruined, and I said I was going to go to my own bed and see her in the morning. About a month later, I moved back to my home town, having never discussed what had happened with her.

It remains one of the most intensely erotic experiences of my life, though. I think if I did have a packet of three, and we had gone all the way, it wouldn't have been burnt into my mind so vividly even now, ten years after it happened. I've had some cracking wanks on the strength of it. I wonder if she ever thinks about it and gets sweaty-handed herself?
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 13:29, 18 replies)

Speechless.
You did what . . .??
(username failed moderation, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 13:43, closed)

^This^

(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 28 Aug 2012, 14:11, closed)

Yeah...
What I should have done is fucked her up the arse and then spunked on her tits, face and hair. Still, though.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 14:14, closed)

Well, you should have done
something.

Jesus.
(username failed moderation, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 15:01, closed)

I did...
I muttered 'no' and went limp.

I have quite a few similar stories of sexual near-hits, and I always find that when I'm alone in the house and the familiar urge hits me, it's these tales that I recall rather than those where I've actually got my end wet.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 16:01, closed)

Man, don't have near hits
Did you manage to improve your conversion rate?
(Jimbojames Wishing every day could be like today, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 17:15, closed)

Near misses are the best..
My conversion rate was, astonishingly, pretty good (although I'm married now, so that's all behind me). However, it's the near misses that still make my helmet rise, time after time. The what could have been sent always more satisfying than the what went wrong, and the one woman I truly clicked with sexually dumped me, quite rightly, after she found out that I lusted after her housemate.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 22:09, closed)

Better than the deed
One of my favourite lines from the Simpsons:


"Jacques: To the most beautiful moment in life, Better than a deed, better than a memory, the moment... of anticipation!"

I agree with you.
(justin(e), Wed 29 Aug 2012, 14:42, closed)

I doubt it
She sounds like a prick-tease.
(Jimbojames Wishing every day could be like today, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 14:16, closed)

You should have gone for it.
www.b3ta.com/questions/wrongness/post796443
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 28 Aug 2012, 18:31, closed)

She doesn't even remember your name.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 18:42, closed)

She probably does...
But not because of this, sadly, which I'd imagine meant as much to her as going for a drink.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Tue 28 Aug 2012, 22:11, closed)

of course she does.
you're the limp dick fail.
( mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Wed 29 Aug 2012, 9:33, closed)

Like you can get it up without a blue diamond.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 29 Aug 2012, 11:52, closed)

stop thinking about my cock you fucking prick.
christ, creepy.
( mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Wed 29 Aug 2012, 14:20, closed)

I bet it's a thin one.
I'll credit you with decent length though. Bit veiny perhaps.
(StapMyVitals wouldn't mind a bit of that, Thu 30 Aug 2012, 0:01, closed)

youn all a gay

( mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Thu 30 Aug 2012, 9:00, closed)

Well, maybe...
But I wasn't the only one.
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Wed 29 Aug 2012, 16:09, closed)