It didn’t take long for the wine to kick in and she asked if I wanted to touch them. Of course you don’t have to ask me twice. We sat closer to ea...h other and I began to stroke her thighs. I would stroke her legs for a while and she would stroke mine. She then began to feel up my skirt and rub my clitty making me harder and harder with each rub. I’ve never been the one to make the first move without asking or escalating it any further without it first being done to me. So we just kind of took. . oh god, I am so fucked up!"He turned to face her. "I'm so sorry, Heather, it's not your fault, I am just so messed up – I have really screwed things up!" He continued pacing, getting more upset. "All the time we were k**s, ever since you grew into that ... that incredible body of yours, I have just been so hot for you! Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be saying this to you, Heather, but it's the truth! I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember – no, that makes it sound so pure, so. "Also, hitting is assault. Everyone knows not to 'hit' others. There is no question of this. Not to mention the likelihood of being 'hit back'. Therefore, before you consider hitting someone who may not wish to be hit, it may be a good idea to consider how well you might adapt to being someone's bitch in jail."Okay. Do I have everyone's attention? Good."Now... Is it assault if there is no 'hitting' in the sense of punching of any kind, or indeed any force that is usually intended for an 'enemy'. " Lindsay replied. "Ohhh my god, did he actually go for that stupid club thing you were talking about? Are you two seriously just getting off in front of each other?" said Kristen. Lyndsay shook her head yes and looked over at me. "I know I said I wouldn't tell anyone but the first time we did it in the shower was so exciting I just had to tell someone. Sorry." It's okay. I kind of figured it out yesterday after Kristen grabbed my dick and made a comment about giving me something to look at.