Is that all you want it to be?

The following day, the kidnappers barged into our room without any warning. Their stern expressions and menacing demeanor made it clear that they meant business. They ordered us to strip off all of our clothes, leaving nothing but our nakedness on display for them.

We exchanged a nervous glance before complying with their demands, quickly moving towards the bed and pulling the sheet over ourselves as best we could. The small space between the two of us had always been uncomfortably close, and now it felt almost unbearable. Our bodies were pressed together in ways that made me acutely aware of our nakedness. We tried to pretend that this close contact was no big deal, but it was a big deal. We were friends, not lovers, but we were pretending to be lovers. The crazy circumstances made it easier and easier to feel like lovers. The constant physical contact between us made me question my integrity.

As the hours passed, we finally settled down into something like relaxation. I wrapped my arm around Caroline's naked back as she rested her head on my chest.

The room was dimly lit by the fading sunlight filtering through the window, casting long shadows across our bodies. As I looked down at the top of Caroline's head, her wavy brown hair, not quite shoulder length, cascaded onto my chest. The ends tickled against my chest as it rose and fell with my breathing. The absurdity of our situation struck me then, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

Caroline raised her head immediately, glaring at me with mock outrage. Her expression was not serious; it was the same playful glare she had given me countless times before when we were just two friends sharing a laugh. I could read the familiar spark of humor in her eyes. I had dared to disturb her rest with my inconsiderate noise.

As I looked into her green eyes, filled with amusement, I felt an impulse surge through me: a sudden urge to kiss her. It caught me off guard, and before I could stop myself, my lips were pressed against hers in a gentle and almost loving manner. I was so surprised that I let the kiss linger longer than it should have, but perhaps the kiss shouldn't have happened at all. After a moment we both pulled away, staring at each other with wide eyes as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.

But then came the unexpected voice from outside our room: "I'm surprised you two kissed." It belonged to one of the kidnappers who had been watching the monitor and could tell vaguely what we had just done. "I thought you two were pretty cold for a married couple. I was starting to have my doubts."

We both looked from the door back to each other. Caroline bent close and whispered something into my ear then, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart: "Maybe we should kiss more often while we're in bed." She smiled at me and then put her head back down on my chest.

I had the thought that if we were to start kissing more often, and lying with our naked bodies pressed together, things might start to get out of control. We probably would be crossing those boundaries we had discussed the day before. I wasn't sure if that would be a bad thing or a good thing; but if it helped us survive, then it was probably a good thing. That's what I reminded myself. Whether I enjoyed it or not was secondary. That's what I reminded myself.

But I also knew how much I had enjoyed the kiss. That's what made it so dangerous to my integrity.

As we tried to drift off to sleep that night, it was too hot to use even the thin sheet we had been given. The moonlight streaming through the high window was our only blanket. I struggled to sleep because the kiss replayed in my mind. I remembered the feeling of it. Our captors had **** us to break the boundary of nakedness, but kissing her was something I had done of my own accord. I broke that boundary on my own. Her reaction gave tacit us agreement to continue. I wanted to continue, but I didn't want to be driven by lust.

Caroline's eyes were closed as she lay next to me, but I could tell from her breathing that she wasn't sleeping. Her head was still resting against my chest. I reached out to touch her face, tracing the contours of her cheekbone with the back of my fingers. She flinched slightly but didn't pull away, so I continued my exploration, running my fingertips over her smooth skin until they found their way to her lips. She kept her eyes closed, but drew her leg up over mine; and her knee brushed gently over my persistent erection. She moved her leg again, and still rubbed against my groin. I had to believe that she was doing it on purpose. She knew what effect it would have on me. Maybe the kissing boundary wasn't the only one to fall today. Her breath quickened and she opened her eyes.

She raised up on an elbow and looked at me intensely. I gazed back uncertainly. Then my eyes diverted downward, transfixed by the way her breast was hanging down to touch my chest. When I looked back to her face, she had a smirk on her face: she knew what had distracted me and was apparently pleased that I so easy for her to seduce. She shifted herself up so that our faces were even, then settled back down against me. One of her breasts was squashed against my chest and bulged into view. The other breast was pressed against my right side. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and her breath was warm on my face.

She moved her face slowly toward me, eyes open. I kept my eyes open, too, until our lips touched. She moaned and pressed her body against me. Our kiss deepened. Her right arm came up and she grabbed my left hand, bringing it to her exposed breast. Then she broke our kiss and pulled back just enough to speak. "We have to make it look good. Our survival depends on it." Her eyes, so close to mine, sparkled even in the dim light of nighttime; and her words sent a shiver down my spine. She was so close that her lips brushed mine with every word she spoke. I squeezed her breast gently in response and she eagerly moved foward to restart our kiss. Our kiss was no static thing. Her lips moved dynamically across mine, nibbling and insistent. I returned her intensity with my own eager participation. Our breath commingled. Occassionally a tongue teased. We were playing a dangerous game here, both with our captors and with each other.

Her leg was still thrown over mine and it continued its slow, sensual movements. She began to press her pelvis into my thigh with an ever-changing rhythm. Sometimes she pressed, and sometimes she rubbed up and down. Sometimes both. Occasionally she shook side to side, stimulating herself in a dance of growing ecstasy. She was obviously pleasuring herself with the movements, but the motion of her leg also stimulated me. She moaned, and I moaned in return. I was building slowly toward my own climax, but I willed myself to hold back. I didn't want to bring my pleasure to an end quickly. Her movements were still relatively controlled. Perhaps she, too, was trying to prolong the moment.

Her breast still filled my hand. I squeezed it gently, feeling its softness beneath my fingers. I could feel her nipple hardening against my palm. I ran my fingertips from her breast to her back, then down her side and back to her breast. I touched her nipple only occasionally, both to tease her and out of a concern for oversensitivity; but when I rolled it between my fingers, she quivered. I wanted to be a student of her body, learning what touches excited her most. Suddenly she tensed up, arching her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out loudly, her voice echoing through the darkness like a siren's song. Her free hand grabbed mine and squeezed. I almost spurted at the same moment, but her leg moved away and I lost contact. I couldn't come without physical stimulation.

After a prolonged series of spasms, she breathlessly pushed herself up on one elbow then bent her head and kissed me solidly one more time. "Thank you!" she gasped, with the pleasure still coursing through her in small quivers. She opened her eyes then and looked down our bodies, taking in the sight of my erection standing proudly against my thigh. She licked her lips unconsciously, then looked back up at me. "Let's get you taken care of, too. But not so it messes the sheets." I had a moment of concern as I realized that it was very good that I hadn't come yet, since there was no place in the bed that I wanted to be wet while we tried to sleep.

She scooted me over to the edge of the bed and turned me so that I was facing off the side. She spooned up against me, her nipples poking obviously against my back, and snaked her hand around to grasp my dick. "We never talked about this specifically, I don't think, but it probably counts as groping. I'm going to count it as groping. You already said yes, so I can do it." I would have smiled if her smooth hand movements didn't already have me approaching a rapid orgasm. I came hard, and it sprayed against the wall. I craned my neck to kiss her, and she moved to meet me.

When we were both done, we fell asleep hugging each other, more contented and peaceful than any moment since we arrived here.