(2.) The Seduction of Desire. Development
We arrived at the hotel. Again he had requested two beds in separate rooms, but contiguous, as were the conditions agreed with Maria.
We went to dinner. It was in France, as before. 
After dinner, in the car, back to the hotel, I said, as no more important comment, which I considered a friend of our perverse game of feint and not consummate. And he began to mourn. I felt helpless, helpless, unable to react, take it in my arms and stroked her hair, as I comforted her ... and told me that sometimes she thought the same thing
- Take, and me! I said. But it is a pact agreed, I do not mind the desire, but I like it. I like to feel the desire in my body, you do not turn it off. The desire may be, in some cases, an end in itself, has a sexual tension that otherwise disappears.
I do not think I understood very well. Nor, probably, me neither.
We arrived at the hotel. I had booked two adjoining rooms and two beds. I bought a pair of pajamas, I said sleeping in the same bed. He seemed fine. I felt like I was saying to heart.
We went to bed. As she put on her pajamas, I fell asleep.
I said something in a dream ...
After two hours I woke up, my body pressed against his, my hand on her waist, my desire in my body and stuck on his back ... 
I was uncomfortable? no, I felt that my body was showing his affection and desire. What would she be? we had already spoken, in fact she was the inspiration for the recent posts ... I had explained that an erection was a tribute of my body towards her. Something that could not control, and did not expect her to do anything about it.
It was clear to both, and that is why I dared (and she left me) get close to cuddle. Despite my erection, which brought more than accompanied us both.
And so we spent the night. Sometimes I woke up, she woke up others. Ever dream placed in such a way that it was very difficult, almost impossible to avoid touching her breasts. But it was not, at least not well.
In the morning, and more awake, I stroked her hair, body, made him a back massage that ended with an affectionate hug and shirtless pajamas.
Even in dreams, I stroked her body, breasts, neck, head, back. As I felt my erection by force against my body against hers. It was a strange situation. Both aware of my excitement, both she and I comfortable with it, I knew that once I got out of bed I was going to happen, it ... do not know what she thought, do not talk about it.
One might think that was a strange situation. A woman, topless, letting caressed by a friend, knowing both that the situation is not beyond reach. That which is usually the preliminary to stay in that situation ... teenagers. Only teens can lose his temper, and here we knew both that neither she nor I were going to lose.
And there I was, sitting in bed with his back against the headboard of the bed, legs spread, and the body of Mary, also sitting, resting on my groin, stroking her back ... and a single comment by her: "it is that hard that I feel?". 
And both were good, we both knew that we would not go further.
Why, you ask? two friends do not sleep in the same bed. And if they stay because the circumstances (not because they look especially as we had looked for us), keep away. Do not stroke the neck, hair, breasts ... because if they do pass the invisible barrier of privacy.
I needed to pass Barrera and Maria had understood it.
And so I'm happy with it.
And why repeat.
And so I continue feeling my body erect leaning against his, and being at home, seduced by the desire of her body.
And so, because she knows I need, and maybe because she also likes to feel my desire to go travel again ruined it (we) have to warm ruined it (we) feel the urgency of desire, without the need for completion.
Desire is the end in itself.
Or at least, so I thought ...
