"You'll just love it," beamed Kim, handing him another picture.

They spent several minutes studying the brochure before putting it down.

"I can hardly wait to get in the water," said Lance when the girl returned the folder to her dresser. "When does it open?"

"At noon," Kim smiled as she spread out on the bed and rested her head on his lap again.

Without the pictures to look at, Lance's shyness slowly returned. The nearness of the girl and the fragrance of her perfume was almost frightening him.

"Lance," she suddenly said. "Why haven't you made a pass at me?"

"Why should I?" he stammered.

"I don't know," she giggled. "But most guys try to mess around when they're alone with me."

"Do you like guys to mess around with you?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Sometimes," she whispered, taking his hand and slipping it down inside her halter. "It depends on the guy."

Lance was too stunned to move. The soft, warm texture of her naked tit against his palm and the turgid hardness of her nipple between his fingers was unbelievable. Afraid to move, Lance could feel his own heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"D'ya like my tits?" she whispered after a long period of silence.

"I-I-I g-guess so," be stammered.

"Then pinch my nipple a bit," she suggested in a soft teasing voice. "That always feels so good."

As if in a daze, the boy began doing as she asked, rolling her swollen tiny-bud between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, yes," she cooed. "That feels neat." Lance could feel his cock starting to swell in his cut-offs and was suddenly afraid Kim would feel it throbbing against her head. Completely terrorized at what was happening, he continued mechanically kneading her big, hard nipples between his fingers.

Momentarily raising her head a bit, Kim reached behind her neck and untied the knot, tossing her halter to the floor.