IC Day 8 - Date

Olga leads you outside, holding your hand. You walk along the paths. Now that it's dark, the camera people are not around. There is hardly anyone out. The cabins are all glowing, and some of the buildings, but it's pretty dark... a little chilly. You walk closer to Olga for warmth, and she puts her arm around you, talking about how strange FUTA is, and how unexpected the pillow thing was.

You feel the exact same way.

She takes you to the gym building, and to the same gym that they had the pillow event in. It's dark in there, but all the stuff from the event is still there...

...do they plan to use it again?

Olga takes you upstairs, and leads you across one of the bridges to the platform. It wobbles and swings under your feet. Scary, but exciting too.

"It was fun to play with the pillows," Olga says. "But the most fun for me was falling off."

Ah... so this is why she wanted to come here. You go with her to the edge. The platform sways. It's dark. This is so weird, but fun too, and cool...

"You want to take a jump for a date?" you ask her. You wish you could speak her first language. She probably wishes she could speak English. It makes this complicated.

"Yes," Olga says. "Will you jump with me?"

"OK," you say, squeezing her hand.

It's a good thing you are not afraid of heights. You land on the foam blocks comfortably, and you have to laugh... jumping off things in a dark gym. It's silly.

And the block pit is hard to move in... you have to wiggle around to get anywhere, but Olga is suddenly close to you. You stop laughing. You can hear each other breathing. It's totally quiet.

Her body is almost on top of yours. She is hesitating, so you bravely lift your head and kiss her lips.

She takes over from there, and you lose track of things, rolling through the bouncing blocks with her mouth on yours and her arms around you. You could kiss her all night, but you come to your senses when you notice her hands on your body. It feels good, and you eagerly encourage her, kissing her back. She has gotten a bit more... aggressive. Your bare leg slides between her thighs, and you can feel how hot she is down there. She really wants you badly.

You hold her face in your hands and kiss her deeply while she yanks your shorts and underwear down, then pulls away to get them down your legs and off you. She pushes your shirt up, and you feel her lips on your stomach.

"Oh," you lose your breath and grab her head as mouth makes its way between your legs. You writhe on the foam, the lapping of her tongue underneath your **** little gasps. In the dark, no one can see your body moving with your soft thighs squeezing her head while her tongue sends you out of your mind.

Her face is dripping with your juices when she kisses you. It's the best kiss you can imagine, and your hands are all over her... you do it without thinking, one of them slipping into her shorts, into her panties, over her hip, her mound... she lets out a sharp cry as you brush her hard clit. She kisses your neck and your fingers move automatically. It doesn't take her as long as it took you, until she hisses and then groans, her rigid body on top of yours.

"You are good at that," she gasps when she gets her breath, planting kisses all over your face.

Well, you have had lots of practice on yourself... maybe you are good with your hands.

You are in a dark gym, sweaty and naked below the waist, covered in juices, in the arms of a Bulgarian girl that you have only known a little while. It feels right, though.