I could hardly believe it when I felt his palm press at me through the material. I had to look down to make sure it was what I thought it was. All I did was slide my own hand between his hand and mine, and he made a strategic withdrawal. For the next month or so, our kissing got more frenzied and the petting a little bolder. Soon I was letting his hand slide up under my blouse or whatever I was wearing to cup my bra covered breast. The unwritten, unspoken rule was "no petting below the waist." After a few of these above- the-waist sessions, he finally found that I would permit the bra to be unhooked so he could feel the natural me. During all this, we would kiss until our faces were wet with perspiration and saliva, and just about to fall off.