Umi use dekh rahi thi. tabhi mene socha ki yeh sahi waqt hai usko maza dene ka or apni maza lene ka. me jat se jakar uske paas jakar baith gaya . woh ...uch nahi boliphir mene apna ek hath uske jang par rakha diya or apna sir uske kandho pe rakhakar t v dekhne laga. woh bhi t v dekh rahi thi. mene dhire dhire ahista ahista uski jang par apna haath gumane laga. woh kuch nahi bol rahi thi par uski sanse bahot bahot hi tez ho rahi thi me wo mehsus kar raha tha. woh khadi ho gai or meri or dekhne. I go for it.I kiss her. On the lips.Just a quick peck. Not very good. Untrained and boyish. I’m angry at myself. I’m also waiting to be slapped.She looks at me. Surprised, then pensive, then puzzled, as if something confused her. Her eyes are no longer on the movie. They aren’t on me exactly but are staring through me. Focused on something else. Thinking. They focus back on me.I blubber, “Uh, sorry, ah, I didn’t ... It just...”She looks at me with ‘shush’ eyes. I shushed. Her hand squeezes. 'Mmmm...yeah. Don't stop!'We were rudely interrupted by the sound of one of my neighbours opening a door the floor or two up. Quickly, we rushed to our feet and fled, giggling, towards the door to my floor before we got sprung.Deciding to not chance more foreplay in the hallway, I ushered Jorg into my apartment and straight to my bed. It was still unmade, but that mattered none. It was only going to get messed up more.Once through the door, we dissolved into an animated embrace. We clawed at. As I snuggled under the blanket he'd sometimes rub my feet, or stretch his legs and put his feet on my lap or put my feet on his after rubbing them. One particular time when he put my foot on his lap I could feel the bulge in his pants and we openly looked at each other and smiled - me in shock and he in his goofy way. He then started rubbing my foot on his crotch. It turned me on but I playfully smacked him and moved my foot and snuggled into my pillow thinking I might actually get some sleep..