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admit, Kat, that I really had a
great time with you today. You seem to bring out some of my basic
humanity, and stir feelings I haven’t felt for a long time,” he
replied wistfully, and honestly.
    She put her drink down, then took his and
placed it next to hers. Then she stretched out on the couch, her
upper body in his lap, her head on his left arm, which rested on
the arm of the couch. He pulled her up and put his right arm around
her body, kissing her gently. She began tasting his lips with her
own and he followed suit. It was the most sensuous kiss he could
remember. They continued like that for what seemed like several
minutes. Finally, they broke the kiss.
    “I liked that very much, Bob. Very much!” she
sighed. “I am glad I broke my rule!”
    “So did I, Kat! You are a champion kisser!”
he replied in a nearly inaudible voice.
    They sipped their drinks for a moment in
silence.
    Then she said, “I think I try to do even
better.”
    He pulled her close again and this time her
tongue began exploring his mouth. Her small breasts were against
his chest as he held her tightly to him. His tongue dueled with
hers, frantically. They broke for air and he stroked her hair with
his right hand and she leaned back into the cradle of his left
arm.
    “I think petting includes this,” she
whispered. She took his right hand from her hair and placed it on
her left breast. His hand was on fire as he squeezed the firm mound
of her breast. He could feel her nipple strain against her bra. He
kissed her again, furiously. They broke the kiss again, and he ran
his hand over her breasts, first one, then the other. He ran his
hand under her shirt, the better to feel them.
    “Undo my bra,” she whispered. “It unfastens
in the front.”
    He found the hooks, but had trouble unhooking
the bra with one hand. She pulled her shirt up and helped him. Her
white bra fell away and he saw her breasts in all their glory, pink
erect nipples rising from smooth pink areolas. He ran his hand over
them, playing with her nipples. Her breasts were as white as the
snow falling outside. She looked like a porcelain doll, or more
like a Varga Girl created with an air brush. He could not believe
she was allowing him to view this gorgeous sight.
    “May I kiss your gorgeous breasts, Kat?” he
said hoarsely.
    “I don’t know. Is that part of petting?
I know petting allows ‘feeling up,’ as you Americans say, but I do
not know if breast kissing is
allowed,” she taunted him.
    “Yes, in America, petting definitely includes
breast kissing,” he said, not knowing if that was true or not.
    “Well, then I guess I must allow them to be
kissed. But be gentle. For some reason, my nipples are very
sensitive right now,” she giggled.
    She rose up so they could shift her position
to one that would allow his mouth access to her breasts. She took
off her shirt and bra and threw them on the floor. As he bent to
suck her nipples, his right hand moved down her body, across her
flat stomach, and reached her belly button.
    “Keep your attention on my breasts, please.
Your hand is going in the wrong direction. Remember your promise!”
she chided.
    Christ! That was just a reflex action on my
part. I hope I didn’t get her upset! This is way too good to screw
up now.
    “Sorry, Kat! I’ll try to stay more focused,”
he said, moving his hand back to her left breast, cupping it gently
as he sucked its nipple.
    “Ah, that feels very nice, Bob. Isn’t petting
fun, like I said it would be?” she said, arching her back so her
breast was forced further into his mouth.
    “I just love petting,” he mumbled through his
breast-filled mouth.
    “I want to kiss you again. You may get back
to my breasts later. Come up here!” she demanded. He obeyed.
    • • •
    They “petted” for another half-hour or so,
then sat up to sip their drinks. He was still amazed at the sight
of her sitting there naked from the waist up. He went to the
kitchen and started heating some