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" Cosmo Challenge: Do nothing but kiss each other above the waist\u2014on the lips, ears, neck, nipples, shoulders, etc.\u2014for a full 30 minutes.  I remember back when I was in high school\u2014and still a virgin\u2014I was obsessed with making out. Not that I was doing it a ton, but I just loved the idea. Then at some point making out turned into simply a precursor to sex. Sigh. Gone were the days of liplocking with a guy for 30 minutes (shout out to Sam!). I was slightly devastated and I swear to god, I remember thinking, &amp;quot;Will I never just make out with a boy again? Will I never make out with my future husband?&amp;quot;. Soon after, I realized how great sex was and this fear was slightly appeased. But the 15 year old S. still rears her makeout-loving head. So you can understand why I was so excited for this challenge. I told D. the plan. (I recommend you do the same since letting him know midway through could find you guilty of blue balling in most states.) We lay down on my bed and started slow. Kisses with no tongue, just our lips pressed together. Then open mouth, but unlike some of my first kisses, D.&amp;#039;s tongue didn&amp;#039;t dart into my mouth. Then he placed both hands on my cheeks. Swoon. Men, if you&amp;#039;re reading this, take note: both hands on the cheek is the fastest way to make a girl melt. D. got on top of me at this point, but I pushed him off. We had to take this slooow. I leaned over him and started kissing everywhere but his lips. Cheeks, eyelids, nose, neck. He retaliated by latching on to my lower lips and sucking. H. O. T. I definitely felt myself getting turned on so I pressed my body against his. He was definitely packing. But I refused to let that change our course of action. We started Frenching. Yes, I said Frenching. First, he ran his tongue over my lips length-wise then pried them apart. Totally middle-school dance style! Once he was in (weird to use that phrase in this blog and not be referring to sex) we totally went at it. Full on heavy gotta-have-you-now, only-one-minute-left-of-seven-minutes-in-heaven making out. He pinned my arms above my head and placed himself over me. And then, ladies, I&amp;#039;m not embarrassed to say we dry humped. I spread my legs and he rubbed himself against me. We may have been bending the rules a bit, but it was pretty damn awesome. The kissing continued as we gyrated. And I came close to climaxing, but it didn&amp;#039;t happen. D. kept trying to get in my pants, but I resisted and I can tell he found it totally hot. After what I&amp;#039;m guessing was about half an hour we stopped. Not because we wanted to. But because we had to. Otherwise, the whole thing would have turned into sex. I made a deal with D. that we would put it on pause then come back to it later.  We untangled ourselves from each other and went to the living room, where we watched exactly half an hour of TV. Then it was back to the bedroom where we finished up\u2014doing things I never would have considered doing during a high-school seven minutes in heaven session. You&amp;#039;ll have to wait till tomorrow to find out exactly what we did. But here&amp;#039;s a hint: D. got 360-degree views of me. Describe your absolute hottest kiss. And let me know how frequently you and your boyfriend/husband make out without it leading to something more. Have you ever come close to climaxing from dry humping? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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