Its a weekend, setting boundaries

When I wake up in the morning, initially, I'm a little confused about whether I dreamt yesterday, or if it actually happened, but after a few minutes, I realize it had happened. The next question is, what do I do with this? In retrospect, free heavy petting isn't really all that exciting of a thing, but I suppose that all things considered, its nice. Plus, I think I can come up with a way to use this to my advantage with Anne. If my understanding is right, when people orgasm, they release hormones that cause attachment and feelings of love, so if I can get her to let me "pet" her until she cums frequently enough, maybe that can work. In order to do that though, I need to get good at making her cum.

When I head out to the kitchen, Anne is making breakfast for herself and I grab my cereal and pour a bowl and begin eating it, enjoying watching her from behind as she cooks. I eventually speak up and ask, "Hey, any chance I can pet your pussy today?"

Anne turns to look at me before responding, "I suppose, I don't have any plans until later this afternoon." She pauses and then continues, "Since you seem intent on doing this a lot though, here are some ground rules so you don't just ask all the time. First, if I have any plans, or am busy, don't bother asking. Second, if you've already pet it that day, then its a no."

"Sounds good. Thanks for letting me pet it!" I reply.

Anne rolls her eyes, and goes back to cooking her breakfast as I munch on my cereal. I've finished up as she sits down with a full breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I eye her plate jealously before chatting some more.

"Since I plan on petting your pussy more, would you mind if I bought some stuff to help me pet it better?" I ask, being very careful about how I phrase it.

She looks at me, and finishes chewing her food before responding, "I suppose that would be fine, although I don't see why you would bother, I mean, its not like you'd get more enjoyment out of petting my pussy by doing that."

"Not sure, just kinda want to try it." I say.

She rolls her eyes again, "You're really weird, you know that right?" Then she continues eating.

I shrug, and get up to wash my cereal bowl before going to order some sex toys to help with the 'Petting'.

A little later I make my way back to the living room to see Anne sitting on the couch watching tv again like last time.

"Now a good time to pet your pussy?" I ask.

"I suppose." Anne says, shifting how she's seated so I can pet more easily.

I begin petting her again through her shorts for a while before I work up the courage to ask, "Can I pet your pussy more directly? I'd like to see how it feels skin on skin."

She eyes me suspiciously, "Ok, but remember, its a fine line between petting and fingering. No sticking anything in, or you'll have essentially **** me."

Her mention of **** concerns me slightly, but I decide that I can control myself, and reposition, sliding my hand under her shorts and panties, and begin more thoroughly 'petting' her pussy, as she taught me yesterday.

Today, with the more direct contact, its obvious that it's turning her on more than the day before, her breathing is more ragged, and her nipples on her small breasts are clearly visible through her t-shirt.

Unfortunately, I clearly am not skilled enough yet to get her further than that, as after a while, she says, "Alright, its starting to feel sore, I'd like you to stop petting now."

To which I oblige. At her mention earlier of ****, I imagine there are other social norms and taboos I'm unaware of related to this, and the last thing I'd want is to suddenly be a ****. I thank her before heading back to my room and go to my computer to look up techniques for bringing a woman to orgasm via clitoral stimulation only, and find some videos, which I lock the door to my room before watching.