Homerun
If Jones and I were a baseball team, you could say we finally knocked it out of the park. After many months of ridiculous sexual tension, timing was finally on our side, and it was worth every ounce of it's weight in dirty deeds. I hoped doing so would finally 'scratch the itch' so to speak, but it had the complete opposite affect; I'm practically crawling out of my skin for more of him. I feel like I can't get close enough. It now feels like I have my own sort of claim on him, and it's getting a bit hard to remain discreet; Now that I've had him in every way, I want to be able to have the freedom to touch him whenever I want to- graze my fingertips across his chest when he passes by. Pat his delectable, muscular ass when I walk behind him. Kiss him hello or goodbye and not have to be awkward about it first. 75% of the time, Jones and I remain business as usual. If you were an unassuming outsider, we would not arise any suspicion whatsoever. O