Phil continued to remain silent, but displayed his interest when he began massaging my breasts with his strong hands. This was all I needed to soothe the worries that this would be too much for him, that he may just get up and leave.
I leaned over him, running my hands under his shirt and over his chest as I did. My lips reached his, and I grabbed his lower lip with my mouth and gave it a slight pull backwards before making out with him. He was loosening up now, eager to see where this would go.
There was a small thought in the back of my head that what I was doing was wrong, but that only served to make it more exciting. We made out for longer than I had planned, as he seemed content to let me lead and I was busy letting my hands explore his muscles. They felt even better than I thought
