The intimacy of touching each other in non-sexual ways was acceptable. The knowledge of what they'd just done, though, was less so, for both of them. ...oth were still wearing their wedding rings, and both of them felt them on their fingers."I'm not sorry," insisted Jeff, mostly to himself, and mostly in an attempt to convince himself that he wasn't."Why does life have to be so unfair?" asked Roberta. "Why couldn't we have met each other years ago?" It wouldn't have been the same," said Jeff. "We. The top was turned up a little on the bottom, so that it ended at your belly button, and oh, what a kissable belly button with a tiny stud that accentuated its beauty. There was a delicious expanse of creamy, tight flesh between the top and the skirt, and I so much wanted to kiss it then and there.I felt tingles run from my head to my toe, and a quickening of my cock.'No, get a grip. I am a doctor. I cannot think like that about a patient.'Then you looked at me with your dark eyes, in which the. There were literally dozens of flowers around the cabin. Flowers were and had always been her weakness, and even though she worked with them day after day, she had never lost her passion for them."Where did you get all of these?" she asked wondrously, stepping over to finger some of the petals on a long-stemmed wildflower."Outside, this morning," he said simply, and moved to grab her hand and pull her forward. "Welcome to your next surprise." He led her to the bathroom, where he'd drawn her up. .. quite an ego boost for a small town teen. We used to talk about lots of things after I finished the work at his house, and we got in the habit of sharing a cold pop after I was done. One Saturday afternoon, he started asking more probing questions about my dating life, and more particularly, my sex life. I admitted, with a deep blush, that my limited experiences had left me hoping there was a lot more to sex; I also admitted that I was terrified I was “doing it wrong” - I have always been.