Yumi doesn't give him a chance.

For a moment Mason just stood there holding his new girlfriend in the air. But after a moment Yumi unwrapped her legs from him. He took that as a sign that she wanted down. So he lowered her down, hissing as she grazed his throbbing erection. Her tiny body had been safely suspended above his aching dick.

Realizing what she felt pressing against her made Yumi's face go from flushed to tomato red. Her eyes darted around unsure of where to look.

For Mason's part, he felt his own face blush as well. He had thought he was being smooth, but now the moment was gone and the mood was ruined. Still, he consoled himself that this would hardly be the last time he and Yumi were alone together. And he could always-

His train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of a delicate hand snaking beneath his shirt. The little fingers played with his happy trail and occasionally brushed up against the waistband of his sweatpants. Mason looked down in shock at Yumi, but the Asian girl refused to meet his eyes.

"Um… well…" Yumi muttered as quietly as humanly possible. "We could… I mean if you wanted… That is…"

Mason gaped down at the girl in his arms. Could she be saying (or at least trying to say) what he thought? He had known her for most of their lives, and this seemed out of character. So much more forward, bolder, than the timid Yumi he had known. Or was it? Through all the years they had known each other one of the constants in their lives had been the fact that they could always trust one another. Maybe this was part of that. Maybe she just trusted her new boyfriend enough to be honest about what she wanted.

Or maybe making out had been even hotter for her than it was for him. His Fearsome Foreplay trait may have already been paying dividends. And remembering his app, Mason knew what to do next.

He moved one of his large hands beneath her chin. And with a single curved finger, he lifted her gaze to meet his own. Only once she was looking at him did he speak.

"Tell me what you want Yumi," He said calmly but firmly. "You're my girlfriend now. So if there's something you want, you can just tell me. I promise."

It took several seconds for Yumi to finally respond. It seemed like it was all too much to take in. Her face flitted between shock, embarrassment, joy, and what looked an awful lot like heavy-eyed lust. Eventually, though the teen girl took up a determined visage. Or at least a reasonable facsimile of determined visage. It was slightly undercut by the fact that she was blushing so hard her face was practically glow-in-the-dark.

"Can we," Yumi's words were **** and awkward as she spoke. But to her credit, they did come out. "Do it?"

"Are you sure?" Hearing his childhood friend ask that made all the blood surge to his already hard cock. And he wanted nothing more at that moment than to pounce on this beautiful woman in front of him. But he also knew this was a big moment. Mason was a virgin, and Yumi almost certainly was one as well. This wouldn't just be their first time together, but their first time period. If she wasn't absolutely certain she wanted this, he wouldn't push it.

Even if he could practically hear Lilith screaming at him to just fuck her already.

"I am." It seemed Yumi was willing to back up the lust demon (even if she didn't know it.) She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and spoke again breathlessly. "Please, Mason?"

That was that. There was simply no way Mason was ever going to be able to resist that. His heart was doing cartwheels and there was a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Yumi wanted him. And he wanted her.

In answer to her question, Mason leaned down to kiss her again. Their tongues collided the second their lips touched, the kiss somehow even more intense than before. The tall nerd was tempted to simply pick up Yumi again if for no other reason than leaning like this was going to leave his back sore tomorrow. But there was something else he wanted to do. Something he had been tempted to do earlier.

He slid his right hand down her pack, enjoying the feeling of her long, black hair flowing through his fingers. It slid lower and lower along her nubile body. Past the end of her hair. Past the small of her back. Past the waist of her pajamas. Until it came to rest on her ass.

Yumi's ass was much like the rest of her, small and adorable. It was a pert, little thing that could almost entirely fit in his large hand. As he massaged it with his fingers he found it warm and wonderfully pliable. But also much firmer than he would have suspected for someone who hated exercise as much as the Asian girl did.

When Mason had first touched her butt she had jumped in surprise. But as he continued to gently grope her she began to moan into his mouth. She balled up her fists into the front of his t-shirt and desperately tried to pull their bodies together. If Mason didn't know any better he would say Yumi missed feeling his dick pressed against her.

That thought just threw fuel on the fire for Mason. It was time to move forward. His free hand (the one that wasn't trying to memorize every curve of the Japanese girl's compact booty) had drifted to the collar of Yumi's shirt. He was sorely tempted to begin undoing the buttons that held it closed. But he thought better of it, best to keep the bashful girl comfortable.

So he pulled back from the kiss, much to Yumi's consternation if the pitiful little moan that escaped her was anything to go by. But she definitely didn't seem to mind why he pulled away. Mason was genuinely unsure how to take off a t-shirt sexily, so he decided quickly was the best approach. In an instant, the black garment was up and over his head.

After readjusting his glasses, Mason stood for a moment letting his girlfriend look at his bare torso. Admittedly Yumi had seen him without his shirt before. But she seemed to be relishing the chance to openly stare at him. Doubly so with the opportunity to touch him.

"It's so fuzzy," Yumi said with a smile. Her delicate fingers stroked the pelt of dark blond hair that covered his chest.

"Do you like it?" Mason asked, legitimately nervous even if he tried to hide it. He hoped she liked it. His body hair was hardly confined to his chest. And he was only going to grow more with time.

"I do," She said to him with a smile that combined coquettishness with nervousness in equal parts.

For a moment Yumi just enjoyed his, as she put it, fuzzy chest. But soon it seemed to dawn on her what she would have to do next. Despite the anxiety being written clearly on her face, she stepped back and took a deep breath.

She carefully reached up to the first button on her flannel shirt. Mason knew staring wouldn't help her nerves any. But he couldn't stop himself. Thanks to the internet (and some rather embarrassing family moments) he knew what bare boobs looked like. But this would be the first time in his adult life a woman was going topless in front of him. And the fact that that woman was Yumi Kamiya, who wanted to have sex with him, made it impossible to do anything but stare.

At least at first.

By the time she was done with the first button Yumi's hands had gone from trembling to outright shaking.

"Are you all right?" He asked as kindly as he could.

"I'm nervous," she muttered.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" He wasn't sure what possessed him to say that. It seemed to him like a stupid thing to say on multiple fronts. Thankfully, Yumi simply nodded her head and lowered her hands.

Mason's hands moved before his brain caught up with what was happening. Thankfully, even though his thick fingers were far from dextrous, he found undoing someone else's buttons not much harder than undoing his own. He made quick work of them and, despite trying not to seem overeager, soon undid the bottom one.

Then he stood back to admire his handy work. The open shirt created a long strip of exposed skin for him to admire. It was uniformly creamy and smooth without a blemish in sight. His eyes ran down from her delicate clavicle, to the inner curves of her breasts, to her flat tummy, and her cute navel, before finally ending at the elastic band of her panties (just barely poking out from her PJs.) Technically Yumi was still decent, but Mason couldn't pull his gaze away. It was more skin than the shy girl had ever shown.

At least for a few seconds.

With clenched fists and closed eyes, Yumi rolled her shoulders. The shirt slithered free and slid to the ground with a nearly silent hiss. When it was pooled behind her heels, she stood there with a beet-red face and arms locked at her side. It was clearly taking all of her willpower to not cover herself.

But she didn't and Mason was unable to do anything but stare at her topless form.

"I-I know they're small," Yumi whispered. As she spoke she stared at the floor in shame. The blond teen would never be able to stand seeing her sad. So once again he softly lifted her gaze and looked into her hazel eyes as he spoke.

"They're beautiful," Mason said, leaving no room for argument in his voice. "And so are you."

He gave the tiny, black-haired girl another kiss. But pulled back to continue admiring her exposed breasts. Admittedly Yumi wasn't wrong about the size of her bust. They were probably only a-cups, maybe even aa's. But where she was wrong was in thinking that was a bad thing. In spite of their size, they were still perky, round, symmetrical, and capped with mouth-watering nipples the color of milk chocolate. It was all Mason could do to keep his drool in his mouth as he stared at them.

But staring wasn't enough. So, deciding that turnabout was fair play, he reached forward to run his hands over the silky, smooth skin. But his caressing of her warm, tender breasts didn't go without reaction. A shaky gasp escaped Yumi's lips as his hands glided over her chest.

"Sensitive?" Mason asked with a smirk.

"Yes. Especially my- AAAH!" Yumi almost cried out wordlessly but caught herself by biting her knuckles. She may not have been able to finish her sentence, but Mason could guess what she was going to say. His rough thumbs had grazed her nipples. The two evidently sensitive nubs had been completely hidden beneath the thick flannel of her shirt. But now the rigid, brown pebbles were free and obvious.

Eager to experiment, Mason gave them his focus. He alternated between rubbing, flicking, and even lightly pinching her delicate nubs. All the while he carefully observed and reveled in, her reactions. As he teased her, Yumi's breathing grew progressively heavier and more ragged. Until eventually a low moan escaped her lips. They kept coming louder and louder until she was **** to cover her mouth to contain them.

It was all too much. Mason simply couldn't stand it. His cock was absurdly hard and a full inch longer than it was when he picked out his sweatpants. So he pulled back and hooked his thumbs beneath his waistband. As he pulled his pants down he was surprised to see Yumi do the same with no hesitation.

The two stood in their last remaining article of clothing, eyes locked on the other's underwear. It was pretty clear that Yumi hadn't expected anyone to see her wearing this particular pair tonight. They were bright pink with white cartoon bunnies dotted across them. Time had caused the kiddy panties to fade slightly, but they still seemed to fit (not surprising given that Yumi had basically stopped growing in seventh grade.) Still, he found them appropriately cutesy. And Mason wasn't alone in liking what he saw. The tiny girl was openly staring at the painfully obvious tent in his striped boxers.

The teenage boy decided not to torment her. If Yumi wanted to see his dick he would oblige her. Plus he was curious to see for himself what his larger cock would look like without uncomfortable fabric restraints.

But when he moved to finally strip naked she stopped him.

"W-Wait!" Yumi said urgently. Mason did but tried to not let his disappointment show on his face. He wasn't sure how many delays he could take. But instead, he found his heart hammering away excitedly when she stepped up to him. The diminutive girl slipped under his arm and pressed herself against his side. Her small hands tickled their way down his stomach and back until they reached his underwear.

"Can I?" Yumi looked up at him, desperation clear in her bespectacled eyes. He wasn't sure why this was so important to her. But Mason gave her a reassuring smile and nodded his head.

Her tiny fingers slipped under his boxers, giving him a tingly electric shock to his system. She pushed them down, their height difference meaning she didn't even need to lean over to get them down his legs. After a few seconds, the waistband finally slid low enough to freely fall to the ground.

The last thing that held them up was Mason's turgid cock. Once free it dramatically flopped upwards with enough **** to smack him in the stomach. This earned a shocked gasp from Yumi. And Mason could empathize. With the extra inch and added girth, his veiny dick was far more impressive looking.

For a moment Yumi simply stared at it, but then looked up at him. They shared a quiet moment where she wordlessly asked for his permission. Once she had it, the inexperienced girl tentatively reached towards his member.

Mason hissed as she lightly cradled his shaft in her petite hand. With a bit more caution than was probably necessary, Yumi wrapped her fingers around his shaft, earning a throb and a slight groan. Like most teenage boys, Mason was more than familiar with the feeling of a hand stroking his dick. But the feeling of another person's hand was totally different. Her small hand could only barely encircle his girth. And unlike his own rapid, tight-fisted pumping, the Japanese girl's touch was feather-light and moved with a methodical slowness.

The languid hand job was equal parts amazing and torturous. It was a constant teasing. Always pleasuring him, but never quite enough. But it still earned quite the reaction with time. On a particularly long upstroke, Yumi's fingers grazed his hypersensitive, red head. Mason's engorged cock gave a violent twitch, causing a pearly glob of precum to fall to the ground.

Yumi squeaked like a mouse spotting a cat and pulled her hand away. She looked from his cock to his face multiple times while her brain tried to process what just happened.

"Sorry," She muttered with a red face. Yumi had apparently realized she overreacted.

"Is everything okay?" Mason asked tenderly.

"Yeah," Yumi tried to assure him (with mixed success given the quaver in her voice.) "It's just… um… big…"

His girlfriend couldn't quite meet his gaze as she spoke the last word. Nor could she seem to find more to say after that. But, thankfully, Mason understood her. Yumi was a petite girl even among other petite girls. Now seeing her and his new and improved dick, he could see a potential problem.

"It's alright," He said before leaning down to give her another quick, almost chaste peck on the lips. "We don't have to go any further than what's comfortable. And we can make sure you're ready."

"Ready?" Yumi asked with a quizzical tilt of her head.

"Yeah," Mason said awkwardly, feeling a blush of his own creep up his neck and across his cheek. "You know… We can do stuff… To make sure you're… wet."

Yumi's eyes went wide and her mouth gaped like a fish for a moment. But then her face morphed into a supremely embarrassed visage.

"I…"