He couldn't believe his luck right now. It all started when he met Imane yesterday at the music festival his friends dragged him too. He was infatuated the second he saw her: her brown curly hair, her sweet eyes, her adorable smile.. but she was out of his league and he was way too much of a coward to talk to her, so he only passed her lingering stares throughout the rest of the day.
Imagine his surprise when she approached him and asked if he was free to hang out the next day - he had agreed immediately, his face flushing. No way did she want to hang out with him - but here he was, sitting at the edge of her bed in her hotel room.
As they begin talking, Brian begins to lose some of his nervousness. Imane is funny, making quips and jokes and laughing at the jokes he makes. He soon relaxes and they start conversing about everything and nothing at all: her videos, his life, video games, their hobbies and interests...
"You know," she says suddenly, a smile on her face, "I was actually nervous about meeting you too, for some reason. But you're actually super nice."
"Yeah?" he says, blushing a little at the compliment, and she nods.
"Uh huh. And..." she smiles a little flirtatiously, "you're kinda cute as well. That certainly helps matters."
Brian blinks rapidly. Is Imane hitting on him? Again he feels nerves crawling up his spine as he scrambles for an answer.
"Are you--are you.."
"Am I hitting on you? Yeah, I am," she smirks, and she reaches out to take his hand. "Do you mind?"
"N-no, of course not," he says quickly, feeling himself blush, "I just..."
"Shh," she says, "here..."
Her hand is soft as she slowly leads his hand to her breast, making him cup it gently through her shirt. He realizes with a start that she isn't wearing a bra -- he can feel her nipples hardening beneath his palm.
"You like that?" she asks teasingly, giving him a small smile as he shakingly nods. Is he dreaming? The weight and warmth of her breast in his hand feels too real to be a dream. He squeezes experimentally and she blushes, smiling at him. "That's it," she says, "don't be shy..."
"Take my shirt off," she whispers softly, and he brings his shaking hands to the hem of her shirt. He lifts it slowly, revealing smooth skin as the fabric slides over her ribs and her breasts. He swallows when he breasts finally dip out of her shirt; they hang full and beautiful. Her nipples are rosy and dark as they sit perkily on her breasts. He swallows.
"You want to suck them?" she asks, eyes glittering with mischief, her hands massaging her own breasts. He nods quickly, still too stunned to speak. "I'll let you." she pushes out her chest, hands circling her nipples. Swallowing, he bends down and mouths one of her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and rolling it around his tongue. She moans softly, bringing her hands to his hair as he begins suckling at her soft skin. When he comes away her breasts are wet and her nipples are even puffier than before, hard and pink as she smiles at him, brown eyes glittering.