Arianna

Although I was reluctant, my friends finally convinced me to join them for spring break in Mexico. I'm not exactly a huge party guy, but I figured, what the hell. A week with warm weather, beaches, girls in bikinis, and an occasional drink didn't really sound too bad.

We got in late the prior night, so my friends were all still sleeping. I've always been an early riser, so I decided to go for a walk to get the lay of the land. It was a beautiful, sunny day, with the temperature already moving toward the 80° mark. The streets were fairly empty; apparently, college students who are drinking and staying up late at night and into the morning don't like to wake up early. Who knew?

I had been walking for about 15 minutes when I saw her. I don't remember which I noticed first, but two things caught my eye. First, she was wearing a University of Michigan t-shirt. But it wasn't one of the more common ones in the school colors of maize or blue. Instead, it was olive green, with "MICHIGAN" spelled in blue letters outlined in yellow. And it was the exact same shirt I was wearing.

But maybe the first thing that caught my eye was her body. She was very thin, with small breasts that looked absolutely fantastic on her thin body. On a larger girl, her breasts would appear even smaller. But on her, her A-cup breasts really stood out. They were narrow from top to bottom which made the small projection look even more prominent. She was looking at a sign advertising some events, including a wet t-shirt contest at a bar.

She didn't hear me as I walked up to her.

"Nice shirt."

She turned and said, "Huh?" before she noticed my shirt and smiled. "I like yours, too," she said with a chuckle.

I finally got a full look at her face. She certainly looked young, but she was cute. I know women hate that term, but it's a compliment. She wouldn't be described as beautiful, but she was very pleasant to look at, with pretty brown eyes, a small nose, and an attractive smile. Cute. Her brown hair ran halfway down her back.

"Don't do it," I said.

"Huh?" she said again.

"Don't do the wet t-shirt contest," I said.

She just stared at me for a couple of seconds with an uncomfortable - maybe scornful - look.

"Why?", she started out with just a touch of anger in her voice. "Because no one wants to see a wet t-shirt on a girl with small tits like mine?"

"No, no, no," I responded defensively. "I'd LOVE to see your tits - with a wet t-shirt or without one," I said, suddenly appalled at what I said out loud to her. Her eyes widened at my comment. But I continued, "but I wouldn't want a bunch of horny guys seeing my girlfriend's tits."

She paused for half a second and then laughed.

"But I'm not your girlfriend."

"Well, not yet," I said with a smile. "But a guy can dream, can't he?"

She gave me a look that combined a smile and confusion.

"I assume you're here all week for spring break?" I asked.

"Yes."

"So, I've got a week to convince you that you should be my girlfriend. And if it takes longer, we've got all sorts of time back in Ann Arbor." Suddenly I realized that even though she's wearing a Michigan t-shirt, she might not go to school there. "Umm, you DO go to U of M, right?"

She laughed.

"Yes, I do."

"Great! So hopefully it won't take more than a week, but if it does, I'll continue working on it at school."

She looked at me very intently for a few seconds.

"You're a very confident guy, aren't you? And certain in your ability to be able to woo me."

"Oh my god, no!" I said, letting out a deep breath. "Not at all! I've never talked to a girl like this in my entire life. I can't believe I said 90% of what I've just said to you. Please don't hate me."

She started laughing loudly.

"You coulda' fooled me," she said while still laughing.

Amazed that she hadn't already told me to fuck off, I thought I'd go for it.

"So, maybe-future girlfriend, would you like to get a cup of coffee with me at Starbucks?"

She smiled broadly.

"Yes, maybe-future boyfriend, I'd like that. By the way, my name is Arianna. I thought you should know that if I might end up your future girlfriend. And it's shorter to say."

I returned her smile as I extended my hand.

"Hi, Arianna. I'm Seth. Nice to meet you."

"Really? A handshake for your maybe-future girlfriend?" she said with a smile.

She opened her arms, and we gave each other a very short, safe hug, with no body contact below shoulders.

"Well," I said, "this is starting out well. I'll try not to screw it up at coffee. C'mon."

We continued talking as we walked a few blocks to Starbucks. I learned Arianna was a freshman majoring in Biology. She hoped to become a veterinarian. I explained I was a junior in the business school, getting a degree in finance. She grew up in the suburbs of Detroit and had two sisters. I told her I was from the northern suburbs of Chicago and had an older sister.

I laughed when Arianna said she didn't really want to be here for spring break, but her friends badgered her until she agreed.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Same thing for me. It's my first time doing this. My friends had to badger me, too."

Arianna laughed.

"Didn't they tell you how great it would be to get drunk every night and find some drunk girls to hook up with?"

I smiled.

"Sure, they told me that. But there are three problems with that."

I purposely didn't expound on that until, after a few seconds, Arianna raised her eyebrows and raised her hands in a "you gonna tell me?" motion. I smiled at her expected reaction.

"Well, first, I'm not a big drinker, so getting drunk doesn't sound like all that much fun."

Arianna nodded. It might have just been acknowledgement that she heard me, but I thought it was more of a "me, too" expression.

"Second, I'm not the best at starting conversations and talking to girls I don't know."

Once again, Arianna burst out laughing.

"That's not my observation, but go on."

"But third, and this is the most important..." I paused for effect until she waved one of her hands in a circular "go on" motion. "I've got a maybe-future girlfriend. I wouldn't want to cheat on her."

Arianna smiled broadly.

"I like the way you think, Seth. And you're making points for yourself."

We continued talking for over an hour. I learned the hotel she was staying at wasn't too far from mine. Finally, she told me she had to get back to meet her friends. We both stood and walked outside.

"Can I get your number?" I asked.

"Sure," she said smiling. "Give me your phone."

I unlocked my phone, brought up Contacts and hit the plus sign before handing it back to her.

"Should I list it under Maybe Future Girlfriend, or do you think you can remember Arianna?" she said with a devious smile.

"Oh, I'll DEFINITELY remember Arianna."

She added her contact information and then sent herself a text so she'd have my number.

"Do you have plans for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah, my friends already made plans. But afterwards, we were just going to walk around."

"Can we get together after your dinner?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "I'd like that. A lot.

Then Arianna put her arms around me and gave me a hug. A really nice full-body hug. I felt her boobs press against me, and she might have felt me as I started to get just a little hard. We held it for a few seconds, and we were both smiling when we pulled away.

"How 'bout if I walk you to your hotel," I asked.

"It's out of your way."

"I know," I replied. "But I don't mind."

Arianna smiled, and we headed toward her hotel. When we got there, she turned toward me.

"Hope to hear from you later."

"Oh, don't worry. You will!" I said, enthusiastically.

Arianna gave me another nice, tight hug before saying, "see you later!" and heading into her hotel.

I smiled the entire way back to my hotel. My friends were just starting to get out of bed, so I waited while they all showered, and then we headed to the beach. I must admit, there was some very interesting scenery on the beach. Apparently, some girls have no problems showing off their entire ass in a thong bikini - who knew? And some girls are happy to bare their entire breast - except for their areolas. I'm pretty sure some of them would have shown those, too, if they thought they wouldn't get arrested for indecent exposure.

In many cases, there seemed to be a direct correlation between the size of a woman's breasts and how much they were willing to expose. Yes, there were some girls with small breasts who just had the little triangle covering their nipples and areolas, but, mostly, it was women with large - or VERY large - chests. But truth be told - and my roommates never believed I was telling the truth even though I was - I found girls with smaller chests to be sexier. A small chest on a thin girl - like Arianna - always turned me on the most. I'm sure some guys think I should lose my Bro-Card for feeling that way, but that's the way I am.

I watched as my roommates tried to pick up women - some more successfully than others. Eventually, we grabbed some food and then returned to sand, sun, and fun. I was careful to constantly soak my body in sun block; I burn easily. I'm the only guy who will probably go home after a week in Mexico even paler than when I got here.

Once we figured out what we were doing for dinner, I texted Arianna to tell her when I thought we'd be done and asked if she'd be available. She responded quickly saying the timing was good. She asked if I could meet her in front of the Starbucks - she wasn't ready for her girlfriends to start teasing her about already finding a guy.

As I walked up to Starbucks and saw her, I smiled broadly. She looked great in a red halter top and a short, lightweight navy skirt. I was happy to see the smile on her face when she saw me, and we gave each other a hug; her hair smelled great. Once again, she might have felt my excitement at feeling her body press against mine. When we broke the hug, I could see her nipples pushing a little bit against her top. I took her hand as we started walking, and I was glad she didn't pull her hand away.

"I checked out the bands that are playing at some different bars, and I found a couple I thought you'd like, based on our discussion earlier. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Since you know me so well," she said with a giggle, "I'm sure you picked good bands. I'll do whatever you want." Then, after a short pause, she said with a smile, "Well, at least when it comes to choosing bands."

When we got to the first bar I had chosen, the band was already playing. The minute we walked in, Arianna said, "they sound great!"

We found a small table and I pulled out a chair for her to sit.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked while still standing.

Arianna looked uncomfortable at the question. So, I replied, "I'm feeling kinda crazy, so I might get a diet coke WITH a lime."

Arianna smiled. "I'd like the same."

I went to the bar to get our drinks, When I came back, I moved my chair right next to her, with both of us facing the band. We both liked the music, and we were both tapping our hands and feet. After about half an hour, I grabbed Arianna's hand, interlacing her fingers with mine. I pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed the back of it.

"This is nice. I'm glad you're here with me."

Arianna's smile melted my heart. She proceeded to kiss the bag of my hand.

"I'm glad I'm here with you, too."

About an hour later, the band said they were taking another break.

"There's another band at a bar down the street, if you want to try that," I said.

"ANOTHER bar?" she said. "You trying to get me drunk on diet cokes so you can have your way with me?" she asked.

I laughed.

"I've known people who couldn't hold their liquor, but you might be the first who can't hold her diet coke."

"Well, I've trained myself over many years to be able to drink as many diet cokes as anyone, so don't try anything funny."

"Yes, ma'am. I've been warned."

Then we both started laughing as we walked out of the bar.

The band at the next bar was really good, too. We stayed there for a couple of hours.

"It's pretty late. I should be getting back," Arianna said.

We walked out of the bar and headed toward her hotel. Just before we got to the main entrance, she pulled me onto a path that led to the beach. After we got a few feet from the main sidewalk, she stopped, turned toward me, put her arms around me, and started kissing me. I pulled her against me, happy to feel her body against mine, her lips on mine, and her tongue gently playing with mine. I liked the way she kissed. After a minute, she pulled away and smiled.

"That was nice," she said softly.

"Mmm, yeah it was. But I think I could do better. Let's try again."

Arianna started chuckling but quickly stopped when I put my lips back on hers. We kissed for another few minutes. I didn't touch Arianna anywhere except her back - not even her ass. I WANTED to, but I didn't want to come across as too aggressive - especially since we were outside.

Finally, she broke the kiss and backed up, still smiling.

"Can we get together tomorrow evening?" she asked.

"I'd like that. A lot. A REAL lot."

"Okay. I gotta go. Thanks for a great night."

She gave me one more simple, closed-mouth kiss and walked toward the hotel.

After five minutes, I knew I wanted to text her, but I wasn't sure what to say without sounding desperate, or even worse, pervy. After debating with myself way too long over something simple, I typed it out.

Me: Thanks for a great evening. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Arianna: Thank YOU for a great evening. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, too.

Me: Sweet Dreams.

Arianna: They will be. Goodnight.

Me: Goodnight.

.........

The next day I texted Arianna to see if she wanted to go jet skiing. She said yes, so we agreed on a place to meet in the early afternoon. I told her some of my friends were going to be lying on the beach, so we could leave our clothes and stuff with them when we peeled down to our bathing suits. When we met, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, just like I was. I had already paid for the jet skis, so we went to strip down to our bathing suits. When she took off her t-shirt and shorts, she was wearing a royal-blue bikini. She looked FANTASTIC! Her small breasts looked even better than when I first saw her in her t-shirt. Her bottoms weren't a string bikini or anything, but they showed a lot of body.

I waited until we walked away from my friends to tell her she looked really great. She blushed and said thank you. Once we got a little further from my friends, I grabbed her hand as we walked the short distance to the jet skis.

Arianna had never been on one, so she was nervous at first. But after just a few minutes of taking it slowly, she was zipping around at full speed. We were laughing the entire time, going up and down parallel to the beach. After our 30 minutes were up, we got some ice cream and sat on a bench talking. I tried hard not to let my eyes roam down her body; I'm not sure how successful I was. We agreed to go to some new bars to listen to music after she had dinner with her friends and I had dinner with mine.

Later that evening, Arianna and I met at our usual secret meeting place: Starbucks. She was wearing a beige tank top and a denim skirt; she looked great. When we got to the bar, I asked her if she wanted a diet coke.

"Actually, could I get a Margarita?"

I was surprised, and my raised eyebrows gave me away.

"I'll explain when you come back with the drinks," she said.

I decided to have a Margarita, too, and brought them to the table. I didn't say anything to her, and after a couple of minutes she grabbed my hand and looked at me.

"First semester, I had a bad experience with a guy who got drunk at a party. I had been drinking, too, and it obviously messed up my ability to sense danger until it was too late. Fortunately, a guy heard me yelling and pulled the asshole off of me, but it was NOT good. So, I tend to be nervous about drinking - especially with someone I don't know well. And especially if they're drinking."

She stopped and just looked at me, and I sensed she wanted me to say something.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to have protected you." She smiled at that, knowing it was absurd since I didn't even know her. I continued, "you didn't have to drink tonight, you know. And I don't have to drink. I hope you didn't do it because you thought I'd think you were weird if you didn't drink."

She smiled.

"No, I did it because I feel safe with you. And I wouldn't mind a little buzz, knowing I can trust you."

Then she leaned in and gave me a short, sweet kiss. In public. With lots of people around.

I was in heaven.

We listened to music for quite a while. I asked if she wanted another drink, but she said one was good. She said she felt happy. I was happy, too.

I suggested we go to another bar, so we got up and walked outside. It had cooled down from the oppressing heat of the daytime, and a little breeze made it a perfect night. As we got close to the 2nd bar I had scouted earlier, she stopped walking. I turned toward her.

"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern.

She smiled.

"Everything is fantastic."

I smiled back.

"Do you not want to go to the bar?" I asked, again not sure what was going on.

"Can I ask you a question?" she said.

"Of course."

"Do you remember last night, when we walked down that path and started kissing?"

Oh, I remembered it. It's all I thought about ever since.

"Gee, I'm not sure," I said. "Did we kiss yesterday?"

If they gave out Oscars for best "fuck you, asshole" face, Arianna would have won it.

After a short pause, I said, "Of course I remember. I've been thinking about it ever since."

She smiled.

"Do you want to come up to my room and make out some more?"

I was very excited.

"Oh, yeah!"

But then Arianna got a very serious - almost scared - look on her face.

"Seth, I'm not talking about having sex. Do you understand? I really like you, and I loved kissing you, but don't get any ideas. I just want to make out."

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.

"I REALLY like you, too. And there are lots of things I'd like to do with you. But you're in control. You let me know if and when you're ready. We can take it as slow as you want. I'm not that drunk guy from first semester."

Arianna stared back at me, and one small tear fell from her right eye. I wiped it away with my finger.

"What's wrong?"

She sniffled and then smiled.

"Nothing. That's just it. Nothing is wrong. It's great. Thank you."

Then she leaned forward and gave me another deep, passionate, tongue-laced kiss. It was glorious.

On the one hand, I am not used to kissing women in public. On the other hand, we're in Mexico on spring break. People are just about fucking in public. So, I shouldn't have felt so self-conscious, but I did. Eventually we broke the kiss.

"Let's go," she said.

When we got to her hotel, she said, "My roommates won't be home for hours. Even if they bring guys back here, it will be much later. We'll be alone."

We sat on the couch, and for some reason, Arianna giggled. Then she turned toward me and gently placed her lips against mine. We slowly kissed. I loved feeling her tongue in my mouth. I loved the smell of her perfume. I loved having my hands around her back and the way she put one hand behind my head.

After about 15 minutes, Arianna said, "My back is hurting in this position. Please sit straight."

When I did, she sat on my lap, straddling me. This was a much more comfortable position for kissing, but it also meant she was sitting on my very hard dick. And since she was wearing a skirt, I couldn't help but think about her panties resting on my jeans. As we continued kissing, her little movements rubbed my cock. I was incredibly turned on.

I was well-aware of Arianna's warning before we came up here, but I wasn't 100% sure of all the rules. I didn't want to freak her out, but I REALLY wanted to touch her breasts. As we continued kissing, I slid one hand up the side of her torso until it was resting under her arm pit. Because her breasts were small, I still wasn't touching them. So, I slowly - very slowly - started to move my hand across her chest until I encountered the side of her boob. When I touched it, Arianna stiffened. She didn't say no, and she didn't move it away, but she froze. It seemed liked time stopped for a long time, even though it was only two seconds, before she resumed kissing me and said "Mmmm".

I hoped I was reading signals correctly when I moved my hand directly on top of breast and gave a gentle squeeze. Arianna's sweet whine and increased pressure on my lips told me it was okay.

Her tits felt fantastic. I absolutely loved squeezing them, and I was glad Arianna liked it. In fact, based on the sounds she was making, she REALLY liked it. I continued caressing her breast slowly and softly, and we continued kissing. When I felt her nipple pushing through her bra and her top, I slid my thumb back and forth over it. Arianna moaned loudly as she pushed her chest into my hand. I'm pretty sure Arianna was VERY turned on; I know I was. We kept this up for a long time.

But finally, I pulled my mouth away from her and took my hand off her breast.

"We should stop," I said. "This feels REALLY good. I don't want to stop, but I think we should."

Arianna just nodded. I think she understood that I wanted to make sure we didn't go further than she wanted.

"But you know the second-best thing there is, after making out with someone you really like?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "No. What?"

"Ice cream!"

Arianna laughed.

"Wanna go get some?" I asked.

"Yeah. I would."

When she got off of me, I stood. I turned my back to her and adjusted my hard dick. I think she knew what I was doing, but she didn't say anything.

We walked to the ice cream place, where we had to wait in line. But even waiting in line was fun with Arianna. We both felt comfortable around each other talking about anything and everything.

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The next day, we met for lunch but went with our own roommates for dinner. As usual, we met up after dinner. Arianna was wearing a green, sleeveless top with spaghetti straps and a white skirt. I didn't see any bra straps and wondered if she was wearing one. Once again, I had scoped out bands in advance, and we picked a bar with one of them. And like the previous night, instead of going to hear a second band, we went back to Arianna's hotel room.

Tonight, as soon as we got into the room, I sat on the couch and Arianna straddled me. We started kissing slowly and softly, but pretty soon, it accelerated to more passionate kisses. When I slid my hand onto her breast, we both moaned. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I felt like I could feel every cell on her skin. Her nipple was more prominent without a bra, and when I pinched it between my thumb and index finger, Arianna softly cried out. I was enjoying kissing her, feeling her breast, and particularly enjoyed knowing I was making her feel good.

At some point, I slipped my hand under her top and put my hand on the side of her bare stomach. Arianna broke the kiss, but didn't push my hand away.

"Remember," she whispered. "Just touching. No sex."

I nodded and moved my lips back to her as I slide my hand up her body and onto her breast.

"MMMMM," Arianna moaned.

"MMMMM," I moaned.

Christ, her breast felt fantastic! I gently pumped it, I circled my finger around her areola, and I pinched her nipple. I kept this up for quite a while as we made out. I alternated breasts, and I was incredibly excited.

After a while, I pulled my hand off her breast and out of her shirt. Arianna pulled her head back, and we smiled at each other. Then I put both hands on the hem of her top and started to lift it up. Arianna grabbed my hands.

"Seth...," she started, but didn't continue. I didn't move. She had an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Look. I don't have a good relationship with my boobs."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

Arianna paused.

"Basically..." she started, before pausing again. "I hate them. I'm embarrassed by them. You won't like them."

I pulled my hands away from her shirt and put them on her shoulders.

"Look at me, Arianna." She did. "I think your boobs are fantastic."

She shook her head no, and she started to tear up a bit.

"They're horrible," she cried.

"Arianna, listen to me. First of all, I like small breasts. Yes, yours are small. That's why I love them. Second, on your thin body, they are absolutely perfect."

"You won't think so if you see them."

I laughed.

"I have seen you in a bikini, I have touched them over a shirt, and I've had my hands on them. I ASSURE you I will like them when I see them."

Finally, Arianna chuckled a bit through her tears.

"Yeah, I guess you probably DO have a good feel for them - pun intended."

I laughed a little, too.

"I really like you, Seth. And I trust you. But I'm not sure I want you to..."

I cut her off.

"If you don't want to take your top off, that's okay. But don't say no because you think I won't like them. If you trust me, then trust me when I tell you I will like them."

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. Finally, Arianna nodded as she said, "okay."

Rather than pulling her shirt off, I kissed her. We kept this up for a minute before she pulled back and lifted her arms straight up.

"You sure?" I asked.

She nodded.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up. As expected, her breasts were small against her chest and didn't stick out very far. She had dark red areolas with hard nipples.

I thought they were beautiful.

I pulled the shirt completely over her head and over her arms.

"You're fucking beautiful," I said.

She smiled and said, "You don't have to say that."

"I KNOW I don't have to say that. But it's true. I LOVE them."

Before she could say anything, I put my right hand on her left breast and my mouth on her right nipple, flicking my tongue.

"Oh, fuck!" she said, as she grabbed my head and pulled it against her breast.

With my hand, I used a single finger to circle her breast with feather-light strokes before grabbing the entire breast. I repeated this a number of times, and she seemed to like it. With my mouth, I planted kisses around the circumference of her breast before taking the nipple in my mouth and flicking it.

Her breasts seemed to be very sensitive, because Arianna seemed to be breathing much more heavily and getting more and more excited as I continued stroking them, kissing them, and working on her nipples. After a bit, she seemed to be rocking her pelvis - which was sitting on my dick. I hoped I wasn't breaking Arianna's rules, but I took my free hand, slipped it under her skirt between her body and my dick, and pressed a finger against her soaking panties.

Arianna softly cried out as she grabbed both my shoulders.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she whispered, sounding desperate.

My finger was on her clit, and I started tapping it while she rocked against my finger. I was pumping her breast with my hand while still sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. It didn't take long before she softly cried out as she was overcome with pleasure. Her body rhythmically jerked, and she grabbed my shoulders hard as she rode through her orgasm.

It seemed to last a long time, but finally, she pushed my head away from her breast. I removed my hand from her other breast and pulled my hand out from between us, and she collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my hands around her and held her tightly as she took a couple of deep breaths.

"Not so tight. I can't breathe," she said softly.

"Sorry," I said as I loosened my grip but still held her against me. I listened to her breathe. I enjoyed feeling her bare back as her chest expanded and contracted. I was still rock hard, well-aware that my dick was pushing against her panty-covered pussy.

After a couple of minutes, Arianna pulled back. After a quick look at her tits - I really liked her tits - I forced myself to only look at her eyes. She smiled. I smiled back at her.

"You have no idea how good you made me feel," she said.

"I liked making you feel good," I said.

"Yeah, but you don't understand. I don't just mean the orgasm... although that was fucking incredible," she said with a chuckle. "You actually made me feel like my body is okay."

I started to say something, to tell her how much I liked her body, but she put a finger on my lips to stop me.

"I've heard the comments. I've seen the looks from the girls when we showered after gym class or from the boys when we were at the pool. Everyone thinks I look like a little girl with no tits." She paused and took a deep breath. "But not you. You made me feel like a woman. You made me feel like they're okay. That some guys might like them. That you actually DID like them."

She paused long enough that I thought it was my turn.

"First, let me assure you that I DO like them!" I said with a little laugh. "But I think we both know some guys really like large boobs - the bigger the better." She nodded. "But not every guy. And you happen to be lucky enough to find a WONDERFUL guy," I continued, moving my head in an over-the-top motion when I said 'wonderful', causing Arianna to laugh, "who likes smaller ones. And this wonderful guy loves yours."

Arianna smiled.

"I am lucky," she said as she leaned forward and gave me a small kiss. "But I think we've got a problem."

I gave her a confused look.

"One of us hasn't gotten any relief... from a HARD situation," she continued as she wiggled her body over my still-hard dick. I groaned a little from the movement. "I told you earlier, no sex. And that's still the rule."

I nodded. "I know."

"If you remember, I said touching only."

I nodded again. Then Arianna got off me and knelt on the couch. She leaned in to kiss me and put her hand on my dick. I moaned.

She broke the kiss and started undoing my belt.

"Arianna, you don't have to do this." I didn't want her to think she had to do something she didn't want to.

"But I want to. Do you want me to?"

I just nodded. She smiled. "Good," she said.

After she opened my belt, she popped the button on my pants and pulled down the zipper. She stuck her hand in and rubbed my dick through my underwear. It felt really good. When she pulled her hand out, she stood in front of me, bent down, and grabbed the waistband of my jeans. I lifted my hips to let her pull them down. Then she did the same with my underwear. When my dick popped out, I saw Arianna's eyes get bigger for a second. I assumed her reaction was due to her not having seen too many dicks, since mine is certainly nothing special. She untied and pulled off one of my sneakers so she could pull off my pants and underwear. Then she slid my shirt up high over my chest and pushed my knees wide apart.

"Slide forward and lean back," she said.

I complied, giving her easier access to my dick. She tentatively wrapped her hand around it and started stroking up and down. I closed my eyes for a second and groaned. I had been hard for a long time, and I quickly started leaking pre-cum. Arianna rubbed her hand over the top and spread the lubricant over my circumcised dick.

"Look, I'm not exactly a pro at this. Is this okay?"

"Oh, God, yes," I said.

She smiled as she continued rubbing me. After a minute, she moved her hand just above the top of my dick and just used the tips of her fingers to rub the head and sensitive area behind it. This caused me to groan even louder, making Arianna smile again.

After a bit, she went back to giving full strokes, going all the way over the tip. I knew I was getting close. My eyes were closed when I suddenly felt her fingers tickling my balls.

"Oh, GOD!" I cried. Then in more of a breathy whisper, I said, 'I'm gonna come soon."

It only took another 15 seconds before I shot a strong spurt of cum into the air. It landed on my stomach. Arianna kept stroking my dick and tickling my balls as I kept squirting over and over. The last few just dribbled down my dick, and her stroking hand just used it as more lube.

When I finished, I grabbed Arianna's wrist and pulled it away. I was breathing heavily, and Arianna was just smiling at me, holding her cum-covered hand in the air.

"Fuck, Arianna, that was incredible. Thank you."

"I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel."

"Oh, you did. You made me feel great!"

"You made quite a mess," she said with a giggle.

"Yeah. Can you get some tissues?"

"Oh, sure. Hold on."

She went into the bathroom, where I heard her pull a bunch of tissue out of the box. Then I heard water running, assuming she was washing her hand. She came back with the tissues and a wet washcloth. She wiped up the puddles of cum on my stomach with the tissue, then she washed the area and my dick with the warm, wet cloth. It felt nice.

As my dick shriveled back to its flaccid state, I got a little embarrassed. I always do. I'm a grower, not a shower. Even though I'm slightly above average when I'm hard, it looks small when I'm soft. I was at least glad Arianna saw me hard before she saw me soft.

I pulled my underwear back up my legs and pulled Arianna back to straddle me again. She was still naked above the waist. I gave her a short kiss.

"I'd be happy to return the favor," I said.

She smiled.

"Not tonight. I'm very happy right now. I didn't want to be guilty of sending you home with blue balls," causing us both to laugh. "How about if we go get some ice cream - I hear it's the next best thing to making out."

We both laughed, and I nodded. We got dressed and walked to the same place as last night, but had now passed a new line in our relationship.

We walked back to the hotel, and we hugged each other, followed by a sweet kiss.

"Could I pull you away from your girlfriends to have dinner with me tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'd really like that. Thanks."

One more kiss, and Arianna disappeared into the hotel.

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The next night, we ate outside at a casual restaurant overlooking the water. There was a warm breeze, which made the environment perfect. We each had one drink - enough for a mild, calming effect. I really enjoyed spending time with Arianna just talking about life. She understood - dare I say appreciated? - my sarcastic and dry humor, and as we had gotten more comfortable with each other over the last few days, she loosened up with her own brand of sarcasm. I suppose the margarita helped with the loosening up.

After dinner, I asked if she wanted to go listen to some music, as we had done the last few nights.

"Can we just go for a walk instead? It's so nice out."

"Of course," I replied. "I'm happy to do anything with you."

"I'll bet you are!" she said, laughing, as she read more into my comment than I intended.

We walked along the water, holding hands, as we continued talking. It was hard to believe we only met a few days ago; I felt like I knew her my entire life.

After over an hour of walking along the water and through paths surrounding some of the hotels, Arianna asked if we could go back to her hotel.

When we got to the hotel, Arianna seemed... strange? She was quietly singing My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music in the elevator. When we walked into her room, she giggled. I asked what was going on, and she said, "Nothing." Then she grabbed me and started kissing me. I wasn't complaining, but it seemed unusual for her. She was the first to break the kiss, and she just stared at me for a few seconds.

"You know, you make me feel good," she said.

"I'm glad. You make me feel good, too."

"And you make me feel safe. It's been a while since I felt safe with a guy."

"I'm glad you feel that way with me. You are safe. You know I won't do anything you don't want to do."

She smiled and nodded. Again, she just stared for a while.

"Guess what I bought today?" she asked.

"A new t-shirt?"

"Nope."

"A new bathing suit?"

"Nope," she repeated, this time giggling.

"Are you gonna make me go through every possible item in the world before you tell me?" I asked, chuckling myself.

She smiled, then put her mouth right next to my ear and whispered, "condoms."

Wow! I did not expect that answer. My body jerked for a second.

"And, uh, were you planning on using them tonight?"

"Uh huh. If you're interested."

"Oh, I'm definitely interested," I said. "Aren't you the smooth, relaxed girl, just singing while you're keeping a big surprise from me."

Suddenly who eyes opened wide, and she looked almost terrified.

"No, Seth, no. I'm NOT smooth. I'm NOT relaxed. And I sing whenever I'm nervous to calm me down. I'm anxious. I'm excited. But most of all, I'm scared. I'm scared to death I'm not going to be good at this and you're going to hate me."

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. Tightly.

"Shhhh. Calm down. Everything is going to be great. I'm going to love it, and I'm not going to hate you."

"But I've never done it, Seth. I won't know what to do."

"Arianna, look at me." She took her head off my shoulder and looked at me. "Do you remember when you said I wouldn't like your tits?" She nodded. "And did I like them?" She nodded. "Did I like them A LOT?" She laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, it seems you really do."

"Uh huh. And trust me - I'm going to like this a million times more."

She looked at me and leaned in to give me an incredibly passionate, slow kiss. After a few minutes, when she broke the kiss, I held her by her shoulders so I could look at her.

"I might hate myself for the rest of my life for asking this if I get the wrong answer, but are you sure? I don't want you having regrets afterwards."

She smiled. A big smile.

"I'm very sure. I want you."

We started kissing again. Of course, part of me wanted to rip off her clothes and mine, but, fortunately, I was able to think more about Arianna's feelings and needs than my own. We continued kissing for quite a few minutes before I finally moved my hand over her breast. She moaned. We continued kissing - slowly - while a caressed her breast. I knew they were sensitive, so I thought this would be a good start to raising her excitement.

We probably kept this up for ten minutes before I pulled back and looked at her as I started lifting her top. She held her hands in the air so I could remove it. She was wearing a pink, lacy bra. As soon as her shirt was off, I started kissing her again, without touching her breasts. After a while, I turned her around, moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Then I kissed her shoulder, and then her neck again. Arianna made sweet mewling sounds.

I unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders and away from her body, tossing it on a chair. I reached around and cupped both her breasts, giving them a good squeeze. Arianna moaned and pushed her butt back against my hard dick. I gave both breasts another couple of squeezes before I turned her around. I moved my eyes from her eyes to her breasts to her eyes.

"Yep, they're still fantastic," I said softly, causing her to smile.

I lowered my head to take one nipple in my mouth while I caressed the other breast. Arianna had her hand on the back of my head, holding it against her. I switched breasts a few times before I stood up straight and pulled my own t-shirt over my head. Then I knelt, unbuttoned her skirt, and lowered the zipper. We were crossing new territory here, but Arianna wasn't stopping me. When I dropped the skirt to the floor, I saw she was wearing matching pink, lacy panties. She kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her skirt. I kissed the top of her panties, then her stomach, and then stood to put my mouth on hers. Our kisses kept getting more passionate as the night moved on.

"Which bed is yours?" I asked.

She pointed. "That one."

"So should we use the other one?" I said, chuckling.

Arianna laughed.

"No, better not."

I pulled the duvet down.

"Lie down, okay?"

She nodded and got on the bed. I took off my shoes and socks and then took off my pants. I climbed onto the bed with my legs outside of hers, holding myself up on my arms. My hard dick was pushing against her pussy, and she gasped. I lowered my body to kiss her, making sure my chest gently pushed on her breasts. We kissed for a few minutes before I moved my body down and kissed her breast. First, I planted a few kisses in a circle around her nipple. Then I took her nipple in my mouth and flicked my tongue over it. Arianna thrust her pelvis up. I then repeated the process on the other breast, generating the same reaction from her.

I started moving lower, kissing down the center of her body as I went. When I got down to her panties, I placed one kiss just above them. Then I kissed the panties on her pubic mound, followed by a kiss near her clit. Arianna was breathing heavily, occasionally releasing soft whimpers. When I grabbed the hem of her panties on both sides, she closed her eyes and lifted her butt off the bed an inch or two. As I pulled the panties down, I was excited as her narrow, neatly trimmed landing strip came into view. As I pulled lower, her bright pink, beautiful, shining lips were open in the most wonderful shape of a flower petal.

"Oh, Arianna! You are beautiful!" I said with two deep exhales.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Really? You like?"

"Oh my God, YES!"

I opened my mouth as wide as possible, placed it over as much of her vulva as I could cover, and licked.

"FUCK!" Arianna cried out, as she grabbed my head and thrust her hips into me.

I licked two more times like this eliciting basically the same response. She tasted as sweet as you might expect from such a beautiful flower. I pulled my head away to take in the incredible sight before starting long licks for the bottom of her pussy, between her lips, and over her hooded clit. Arianna cried out as my tongue went over her clit. I repeated this motion a few times, then pulled back. I looked at Arianna's face as I slipped two fingers into her very wet pussy, and I saw a look of ecstasy. I slid my fingers in and out a few times before tapping and rubbing her G-spot. This brought another sweet cry from her.

With my fingers on one hand working on her G-spot, I reached up to caress one breast, alternating between light touches and firm squeezes. The soft whimpers from Arianna's mouth were almost drown out by the loud sloshing noise my fingers were making in her very wet pussy. But her volume went up tenfold when I placed my lips around her clit and licked up over and over.

"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried out.

Once again, she grabbed my head with both hands, wanting to make sure I didn't move it away. She was thrusting into me so hard, I felt like she wanted me to swallow her clit.

It didn't take long before Arianna's orgasm hit. She made a cute, high-pitched sound as her head pushed into the bed, her stomach churned, her pelvis lifted, and she pulled my head into her as if her life depended on it. Every two seconds, this process repeated. I tried to not change a thing: I kept squeezing her breast, tapping her G-spot, and flicking my tongue over her clit at the same pace.

I love the entire experience of going down on a woman. I like the sight, the sounds, the smell, and the mental rush from touching and licking her most private and sensitive parts. But when she orgasms, I really revel in the feeling that I made her feel so good. And, being a little selfish, I love knowing that if I gave her a great orgasm, she's going to let me do it again.

Arianna's orgasm lasted at least 30 seconds, but when she was done, she went totally limp. I immediately stopped touching her, knowing everything - especially her clit - would be too sensitive. I crawled up between her legs and lowered my body very gently against her, keeping all my weight on my bent elbows. My head was next to hers, on the pillow. I wanted our bodies touching, but I didn't want to crush her. I wanted her to feel like a warm blanket made of skin was cuddling her body.

Without making a sound, Arianna wrapped her arms around my back; this made me smile. We lay quietly for at least five minutes, and I carefully listened to her breathing. This probably sounds stupid, but they sounded like happy, contented breaths.

When Arianna started moving her hands up and down my back, I lifted my head off the pillow to look at her. She smiled, as did I, and I gave her a short, sweet kiss.

"Wow," she said. "That was incredible. I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm glad," I said. "I think you might have liked that ALMOST as much as I did."

Arianna laughed.

"I'm glad you liked it but trust me: I liked it even more."

We kissed again for a couple of minutes.

"Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"Would I sound greedy if I said I want more? I want you to fuck me."

I laughed.

"Greedy? No, I don't think you sound greedy. You sound exciting. You sound sexy. You sound desirable. VERY desirable. I want to fuck you, too, Arianna."

We kissed again for almost a minute. The small movement of my body as we kissed rubbed my hardening dick against her vulva. Arianna had her hands on my butt, and by the time we were done kissing, she was explicitly rubbing herself against me.

I pulled my mouth away from her.

"Where are the condoms you bought?"

"Top left dresser drawer. Back left. Small paper bag."

I reluctantly got off her and found the condoms. I took one out, took off my underwear, and walked to the side of the bed. Arianna's eyes were focused on my dick the entire time. I laid the condom on the bed and reached for Arianna. I grabbed her legs and rotated her, so she was perpendicular to the bed, with her butt near the edge. She laughed a little when I slid her around the bed. I grabbed a pillow, lifted her legs in the air so her butt was off the bed, and slid the pillow under her butt. Then I spread her legs around my body and let them fall along the side of the bed.

"I want to be able to look at you, okay?" I asked.

She nodded, looking anxious, realizing we were getting close. I leaned onto the bed, with my arms next to her shoulders, and started kissing her. She wrapped her arms around my back, pulling me to her as she shoved her tongue into my mouth with abandon. My growing dick was pushing against her. After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her nipple, flicking my tongue over it a few times. Arianna grabbed my head and held it against her, as she had done in the past. I switched to the other nipple, repeating the process.

Arianna seemed pretty excited, and when I stood up straight and shoved a finger into her pussy, she softly cried out. I pushed my finger in and out a few times to get her lubricated; I was surprised at how wet she already was.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

She nodded her confirmation, but, unsurprisingly, she looked nervous.

I opened the condom and put it on my rock-hard dick. I bent to grab both of her ankles to put them over my shoulder, rotating her pelvis up to give me easy access. I knew that Arianna was very flexible, but I wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

"Are you okay like this?"

Again, she said nothing but nodded very quickly.

I grabbed my dick and stroked it up and down her vulva to get her ready before I gave her one last chance to decide she changed her mind.

"Okay?" I asked.

Still looking nervous, she nodded.

I put my dick at her very wet opening and slowly pushed. When the head popped in, we both moaned. I moved just a bit further, then pulled back. Next time, I went a little further, then moved back. I wanted her to have plenty of time to get used to feeling a dick in her. With very little of me inside her, I encountered a barrier.

"This might hurt a bit," I said.

With a scared look, Arianna again nodded. I had read that tearing the hymen could hurt more if the woman is tense.

"Try to relax," I said.

"Were YOU relaxed when you lost your virginity?" she almost cried, preparing herself for pain.

I couldn't argue with that. Then I thought about her telling me, earlier, how she relaxed. And for the first time in my life, while having my dick in a woman's pussy, I started to sing.

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..."

Of course, Arianna immediately recognized the beginning of her relaxation song, My Favorite Things. Her eyes popped open wide, and she started to laugh. And that's when I pushed my dick into her. She immediately stopped laughing, gasped loudly, and winced for just a second.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

For the first time since we started, Arianna smiled.

"Yeah. Thanks. It wasn't that bad. And right now, it feels better than anything in the entire world."

I smiled as I pulled my dick back so just the tip was in, and then slowly pushed back in. This time there was no barrier and no pain in Arianna's expression. The only expression I saw was ecstasy. I continued to slowly stroke, loving the feeling as my dick felt the tight grip of her pussy.

After a few minutes, I reached forward and squeezed her breast. One of the reasons I like this position, besides being able to look at her face and breasts, is that my hands are free. As soon as I touched her, she whimpered. I switched my hand to her nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze. Arianna seemed to be enjoying the added stimulation.

A couple of minutes later, I stepped back from the bed just a bit. This allowed me to drive my dick into her with a slightly more horizontal angle, rather than going straight down into her. If I got the angle right, it would cause the head of my dick to hit her G-spot before it slid along the front wall of her canal. The first time I did this, Arianna cried out, confirming I found the right spot. Now, each forward thrust seemed to raise Arianna's level of excitement, and it was accompanied by a loud cry.

I tried concentrating on Arianna's pleasure. I always try to make my partner feel as good as possible, but since this was Arianna's first time, it was even more important. But at some point, my brain was no longer controlling my actions. The incredible feeling starting in the head of my dick was shooting out to every nerve in my body. Everything felt fantastic, but I had an ever-growing need for release - and I knew it was coming soon. In my mind, my only job now was to try to make sure Arianna came first.

Again, taking advantage of this position and my free hands, I licked two fingers and started quickly rubbing them over Arianna's clit.

"OH, SHIT!" she cried. "Don't stop. PLEASE don't stop. I'm so close."

Arianna was thrusting into me as much as I was thrusting into her. We were both moaning and grunting, and there was the sloshing sound of liquid and the slapping sound of our pelvises hitting each other. Just when I wasn't sure if I could wait any longer, I felt Arianna's pussy squeeze my dick as she cried out.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!"

I don't know if it was the sound of her crying out, the hard squeeze of my dick, or the large thrust from Arianna, but I immediately grunted as I started shooting hot cum over and over and over. It was, without a doubt, the most forceful and draining ejaculation I've ever felt. When I finished, I wanted to curl up and sleep. But I was at least conscious enough to realize Arianna was still in the midst of her first PIV orgasm. I tried to continue thrusting even as my dick started to soften. But I was able to continue rubbing her clit to help extend her feeling as long as possible.

But eventually, all good things must come to an end. When Arianna finished, she looked totally depleted - but with a slight smile on her face. I pulled out of her and gently removed her feet from my shoulders. I rotated her so she was on the bed in the right direction. I removed the condom and then lay next to her. I wanted to let her sleep, but first I had to move her. I put my arm under her neck.

"Roll on top of me."

"Hmmm?"

"Roll on top of me, Arianna. Lie on me."

Without opening her eyes, she moved a little and I pulled a lot, and she ended up on top of me, with her head near my shoulder. I placed one hand across her back and one on her butt. Just because I wanted to. Now I could close my eyes and rest in perfect tranquility.

I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I felt Arianna move. I opened my eyes to see her smiling face staring down at me. I returned the smile.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Really fucking good!" she said, causing me to laugh.

"Guess what?" I said.

"What?"

"You weren't terrible, and I don't hate you."

Arianna started laughing, remembering she told me that's what she was worried about.

"Can I ask you a question?" she said with a serious tone.

"Of course."

And then, with the straightest face, she said, "Do most guys sing when they start to fuck a girl, or is that just your special technique?"

We both started laughing hysterically.

Once we calmed down, I answered her.

"I never have in the past, but this felt so fucking good, maybe I will in the future. Maybe that's the secret of life I just learned."

Again, she had a serious look on her face. But I knew this wasn't a joke. I actually thought she might start crying.

"Thank you. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for singing," she said with a chuckle. "Thank you for making my first time the most incredibly perfect experience it could be."

"You are most welcome. It truly was my pleasure. And I mean a LOT of pleasure."

She smiled.

We cuddled again for a bit before she pulled herself off me.

"I don't know when my roommates might come back. We'd better get dressed."

I nodded.

"I'm gonna go wash up quickly."

I got dressed while Arianna washed up. When she came out of the bathroom, she put her clothes on. She walked over and hugged me tightly. I returned the tight hug.

"Seth, tonight was everything I hoped it would be. In fact, there's only one thing that would make this night better."

She pulled away, and the exact same time, we both shouted, "ICE CREAM!'

"If I may quote Humphrey Bogart, Arianna, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

And it was.