So after the sofa incident (see part 1) things went back to normal for a few days. Nudity was still the standard in the house as the heat and humidity of the Mexican summer continued. He would brush his fingers across my ass as he walked by, or hug me from the front and let his cock rest on my pussy. But there were no signs that it was going to be any different between us. We were still just friends. I had mixed feelings about that. I liked the status quo of our house, There was attraction and sexual tension, but nothing unbearable, It made day to day life more interesting...