Touching.

Seriously, she looked incredible. Like right out of a movie or something.

“Um… Is it too flashy?” she asked sheepishly.

“The bold, shiny, golden bikini? Nah.” I chuckled.

“So… You like it?”

“You look amazing. A prime example of a swimsuit making a girl look even sexier.”

Fern smiled, then turned her attention to the tub, dipping her fingers in. “Sorry to ask after you got in, but is the water clean?”

“Ah. Yeah, I remember Grace asked. They change the water after every reservation.”

Fern raised her leg over the edge of the tub and got in, sitting across from me. The water reached her below the shoulders, and she lifted her hair and tied it in a quick bun to keep it from getting wet.

“What do you think? Is the temperature okay or should we turn it up?” I asked her.

“No, it’s fine like this. I like it.” She rubbed her shoulders with water in her hands and let out a happy sigh.

We went quiet, but as I looked at her, Fern also looked at my own body. Her eyes scanned my chest, my shoulders, my arms… even my neck, I think.

“Hey… Can I ask you a big favor?” she said.

“Hm? Sure.”

“Can you… flex a bit?”

I held back a wince, just because the thought of flexing was a bit embarrassing. It always seemed… vain to me. Like trying to show yourself off. But funnily enough, I was sure Fern was asking mostly out of artistic curiosity.

I sat up straight so that I was out of the water from the waist up. I didn’t do any poses, though. I tensed my arms and hardened my stomach, making the soft lines defining my muscles a lot clearer. Fern’s eyes went wide.

“Oh. Oh my.” She moved closer to have a better look. “C-Can I touch?” I nodded, and Fern gently traced her fingers along the lines. She poked my biceps and my abs, gasping softly at how hard they were. She even gave my stomach some light punches and giggled. “Holy crap, Oliver. Is this what they call a sleeper build?”

“I think so.”

My arms and shoulders, even my legs had grown since I started going to the gym, but in general my build was slim. If I wore a loose enough shirt, it’d be hard to tell what I was like under it. I think that’s what people mean by sleeper build, right? When you look scrawnier and weaker than you really are? I think that’s why the girls like it when I wear tighter shirts and sweaters.

Fern became bolder, touching me with both hands. She touched my chest and my shoulders, ran the back of her fingers along my neck, leaned closer to study my collarbone… and by the time she noticed, her face was right in front of mine.

“Um… Am I getting carried away?” she asked sheepishly.

“No.”

Her breathing slowed and became deeper. She stared at my lips for a moment before she locked eyes with me. She put her hand on my bare chest and leaned forward, lightly brushing her lips against mine.

I pecked her lips and she pecked mine back. Her free hand found mine and she moved it to her waist before kissing me again, this time more firmly. I put both of my hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Hey, can you hear that?” I asked her.

“What?”

“No old ladies to tell us off for making out.”

Fern giggled, rubbed her nose against mine and leaned in to kiss me once more, now going tongue first. She was getting used to it, too. No accidental headbutting and no forceful pushing.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, sinking to my shoulders and taking Fern with me. The lukewarm water tried and failed to cool us off from the rising heat.

Fern snuggled even closer, pressing her chest against mine and sitting on my lap… and finding something she should’ve but didn’t expect.

“Hmh!”

The tent in my pants poked her crotch, but surprisingly, Fern didn’t move away. She took a deep breath and smiled at me. “So… I’m not the only one getting excited?”

“Sorry to be crude, but I’ve been like this since I saw you in this swimsuit,” I told her, tracing a finger along the side knot that tied her bikini bottoms close.

“Hey… You’re really sexy too, you know? And now that I see you without a shirt, I… seriously can’t think straight. Can I…?”

“Do whatever feels right.”

“...” Fern hugged me close and burrowed her face in my neck. She then began to grind her hips against mine, purposefully rubbing my erection against her pussy. And the way her hips moved, too. It was so fluid and flexible.

I began to kiss her shoulder while caressing her back and her thigh. Fern breathed deep, her warm body heating up even further. Soon she was letting out soft, extremely erotic moans right next to my ear.

“Ahn… Ooh…” She swallowed hard and backed away. “Hey… Touch me however you want, too.”

I was both waiting and hoping for permission, but still, I asked, “You sure?”

She chuckled. “It feels weird if I’m the only one doing it.”

“Can I touch your boobs?”

She grinned. “You’ve wanted to do it for days, haven’t you?”

“Well…”

“And I’ve wanted you to do it, too. Go ahead.”

“Then… let’s do this.”

I had Fern turn around so she would sit on my lap with her back against my chest. My erection poked her butt and she moved so that it would be neatly packed between her buns. She relaxed against me, or as close to relaxing as she could be, and let me take the lead.

I cupped one of her boobs, gently and carefully at first, but feeling Fern’s growing desire, I groped her a little harder. Hers are… similar to Alice’s. A bit on the firm side considering how big they are, but still soft and springy.

I felt… happiness. Like the first time I touched a girl’s boob, and that elation, while a more recurrent part of my life and less special, had never truly gone away. Touching Fern’s for the first time was just like that again. But this wasn’t just about me. I moved my other hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy over her bikini.

“Ahn! Ffff….! Oooh…!”

Fern began to shake and squirm, swaying from side to side and splashing a bit of water around as she did. She leaned back against me and got a single arm behind my neck for support while her hips rose seemingly against her will.

I kissed her neck, squeezed her boob, rubbed her nipple over the fabric of her top and rubbed the length of her slit at the same time. I made sure to go slow and do it carefully, building up pleasure little by little. It was meant to be foreplay, to make her feel good and get her in the right mood. I… I didn't expect her to come.

It was a small orgasm, but she shook with a tensed up body and pursed her lips hard to keep herself from moaning too loudly. She breathed fast and deep, and after coming down from her high, at least enough to move as she wanted again, she turned to look at me.

And there, in her eyes, I saw it.

I definitely flipped a switch.

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