She was so full of it, he thought. He hurt inside still, especially when he thought about how she'd told him they could be friends. They never talked ...hough. They barely acknowledged each other. She wasn't mean to him, and she said hi when she saw him, but it didn't seem like she was really making an effort to be his friend. She probably just said we can be friends to get me out of her face, he thought bitterly.She'll be leaving soon, he thought. She was graduating in a few months. Then maybe. ”I don’t know when I lost control over my hands, my mind or the situation, but somewhere I definitely did, because from this point forward I couldn’t have stopped myself if I had tried and I certainly didn’t try. I rubbed her sides from near her breasts to her hips, probing the muscles with my constant pressure of my fingers. Feeling her texture of her spreading muscles, I continued to explore the sides of her breasts and into her the front of her hip area. I was kneading and exploring with. I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulderblade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine. Seeing Alex and touching his body again made me want to do anything and everything. But Alex didn’t respond. No. Instantly a rectangle across the center of Amy’s bottom left cheek turned from white to bright pink. Amy jerked and bit her lip. Tears formed in her eyes. She was shocked at how much it hurt. Robert was determined to punish Amy at a very leisurely pace. He wanted to maximize the effect of the swats by spacing them apart every 30 seconds. Waiting between blows allowed Amy to feel each swat separately and appreciate it before receiving the next. The slow pace also gave him the opportunity to.