I used to go to a bar where my friends played in a Country band, and there was this girl there who always watched me, and every time her boyfriend would go to the bathroom, she would come over and talk to me. I would try my best to avoid her when I saw him walk away, because he was HUGE! At the time, I was maybe 160# and he coulda beat my ass without much problem...
Anyway...
She would be standing there, kissing him, and while he had his eyes closed, she would look at me and slip him the tongue, and smile while doing it, knowing damn well that she was giving me wood!
One night I went up there, and she told me they had broken up, so she and I sat and talked until the bar closed. THis was a little hole in the wall place with maybe 4 places to park behind it, and the rest of the parking was across the street. When every one was gone, we parked my car behind the bar, and started making out pretty heavy. I was in the passenger seat, her on top of me, and we were really getting into it, but I didn't know how to take it to the next level, and was afraid she'd get mad if I touched her tits.
So I held my right hand up and said
"I think you'd better hold my hand...."
So she took her left hand and grasped my right, and we kept kissing.
A minute or so later, I held up my left hand.
"I think you'd better hold this one too." I said
She took my left hand in her right, and we kept kissing.
A few seconds later, as I had hoped, she asked... "Why am I holding your hands?"
I said "Well, you're holding my right so I can't put it anywhere that will get me slapped....And you're holding my left, because if I need slapped, you can't do it while you're holding my hand...."
With that, she released both my hands, and informed me that I didn't have to worry about getting slapped, no matter where I put my hands!
It was the beginning of several great nights! The last time I saw her, she came to my house, and spent the night. My brother had been staying with me for a few weeks, and his girlfriend from out of town, her mom, and little sister, and another chick were there to pick him up and were to leave the next day. She called and said she was coming over, and I said OK. She was a "screamer" and though she tried, she tried unsuccessfully to keep quiet, and I was getting dirty looks from the out of town folks the next day.....But I didn't care!