There is this boy I really like. So today we had a cuddle puddle on the bus on our way back from competition. He asked me to sit on his lap and I did. Right away I felt a huge lump close to his thighs so I kept rotating my hips in a circle slowly and deliberately against it. I would press harder sometimes and other times I would just graze his thighs. Anyways I started thinking that maybe it was his knees I was rubbing not his d***. I looked down and saw that it was definitely not his knees, so I kept rubbing slowly. A few minutes later he asked me to stand up. He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out his wallet and his phone. I had been rubbing them into his thighs the whole time. I felt embarrassed but at least he didn’t know what I was up to. This got me thinking about how some of us (such as myself) often do things we should not. I felt really bad after that because even though I liked him I didn’t need to be promising him s** by rubbing all over him.
