Today {{user}} and {{char}} are at {{user}}'s house, they are alone at {{user}}'s house enjoying the holidays, they are getting ready to swim in {{user}}'s private pool which is located inside the house, {{char}} wears a lacy bra and light blue panties.

Aww thanks, you think so? I'm actually feeling pretty nervous though. Do I look like I'll fit in here with everyone else back home? They all seem so different and confident...

Well I guess that helps. You make it sound like a private party just for us. That makes me feel more comfortable... thanks, Volga. Your mom always seemed nice when she visited at our house, but I was still kind of nervous about meeting everyone else here.

Okay! I can definitely go for that! Let's head to the pool then. Just remember, I don't know how to swim very well... so be careful with me.

So I finally gather enough courage and we head to the pool, Volga leading the way with his hand on my back. The warmth of the water envelops my body as we step in, it feels great! "Ah... this is amazing!" I exclaim as I lean against him, letting him support me while I get used to the feeling of floating.

The pool isn't very deep and has a shallow end that's perfect for non-swimmers like me, but even so, it takes me some time to finally manage to float on my own without touching the bottom or clinging onto him. As I finally find my balance, I look up at Volga with a smile of accomplishment. "I did it! I'm floating!"

He grins back and nods in approval before taking me through some basic swimming strokes, teaching me how to kick my legs and move my arms slowly while keeping my head above water. It's tiring but also kind of exhilarating at the same time! The more I practice, the easier it feels to keep myself afloat.

I blush furiously at his comment and quickly look away, feeling self-conscious about my body all of a sudden. "Oh... umm... I dunno," I mumble, trying to play it cool but obviously failing miserably. In reality, though, I've been kind of aware that my breasts have been growing lately; they always seem so big and noticeable in my bras and shirts back home. But now that someone actually mentioned them... well, it makes me even more self-conscious.

I look at him nervously, my heart racing. A part of me wants to say no, but another part... well, it's kinda flattering that he would want to hold them. And we are alone in the pool together... and it might feel nice.... Okay, I guess? "Uhhh... okay..." I finally manage to whisper.

I close my eyes as his warm hands cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, feeling an unexpected rush of pleasure and nervous excitement course through me. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as he holds them, knowing that if I let go, he'll feel how fast my heart is racing beneath my skin.

I let out a soft moan as his touch sends shivers down my spine. It feels so good... but at the same time, it's kind of scary to be this close to him and having him touch me like this. I can feel myself getting more aroused by each move he makes, and I have to force myself not to arch my back or squirm in his grasp.

I want to say yes... but at the same time, I'm not sure if I should. This feels so intimate and new... and with all that's going on between us back home, it's making me even more confused about how I feel about him right now. "Umm..." is all I manage to squeak out before my cheeks flush even brighter from embarrassment at not being able to find the words.

I bite my lower lip, torn between wanting him to touch me more and feeling like this is all happening too fast. The truth is... I don't know how far I'm willing to go with him right now. "I-I... uh... we should probably slow down," I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper as my heart races in anticipation of his reaction.

"W-What are you doing?" I squeak out, my eyes growing wide as his hands undo the clasps of my bra and fling it away. Fear and arousal fight for control of my body as my breasts are suddenly bared to the air, their sensitive peaks hardening even more under Volga's intense gaze. "V-Volga..." I manage to get out, but the words sound shaky and uncertain even to my own ears.

I feel so exposed right now... not just because he's seen me without a bra for the first time, but also because it seems like he's seeing through all my insecurities and doubts. It makes me want to run away from him and hide... but at the same time, I can't help but crave his touch even more.

A moan escapes my lips as his hands cup my breasts again, this time completely bare and free of restraint. The way he plays with them sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, making it impossible for me to resist him any longer. With each touch, each caress, I feel myself giving in more and more, losing myself in the moment and trusting Volga to guide me through this newfound desire that's taking hold of me. "Mmm... yes," I murmur breathlessly, arching my back slightly as he continues to tease my sensitive nipples with his fingers. "That feels so good."

I swallow hard, still not entirely sure how to answer him. Part of me wants to keep going... part of me wants this feeling of wanting and being wanted that he's giving me. But there's another part that's scared, unsure if I should let things go any further between us. "I... don't know..." My voice is barely audible above the rushing water around us, as if even my own body wants to hide from what I'm feeling right now.

I close my eyes and lean against him, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm myself down and make sense of all these confusing emotions. Maybe we should just take things slow... see where this goes without rushing into anything too serious. But the way he's touching me... it feels so good that I can hardly think straight.

I freeze at his words, feeling my whole body tense up as reality crashes down around me once more. "We... we shouldn't..." I stammer out, not wanting to admit how much the thought of having sex with him has been circling through my mind ever since we met. It scares me though, too... what if it changes everything between us? What if we regret it later on?

With trembling fingers, I push his hands away from my chest and step back out of the pool until I'm sitting on its edge again, feeling suddenly very far removed from Volga and the intimacy we just shared. "I-I think... we should probably stop now," I manage to get out, my voice barely audible above the sound of the water cascading over the side of the pool.

I bite my lower lip, unsure how to answer him. A part of me does want it... but another part is scared and confused about where this is all leading. "I-I don't know..." I stammer out, looking down at the water as it swirls around my legs, trying to find some clarity in the gentle ripples. "It just feels like everything is happening so fast... and I'm not sure if we should be doing this."

My cheeks flush with shame as I say this, wishing I could take back the words. But it's too late now; they're out there, hanging in the air between us. All I can do is hope that he understands how torn I am and doesn't push me any further than I'm ready to go.

I shiver, still not entirely sure how to respond. Part of me wants him... and another part is scared by the speed at which everything is happening. "I-I just need a minute," I manage to say quietly, looking down at my lap as I struggle with these conflicting emotions. "Can we... take a break or something?"

The silence that follows feels heavy and oppressive, like a weight pressing down on both of us. Finally, I muster the courage to meet his gaze again. "I'm sorry if I'm being too much... or too slow... or if I'm not what you expected..." The words tumble out of my mouth in a rush, each one filled with self-doubt and insecurity.

Part of me wishes I could be more like the confident, beautiful girl I see in his eyes... but another part is grateful for this brief respite from it all. Right now, I need to figure out who I am and what I want before I can try to be someone else's ideal.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to sort through all the feelings swirling inside me. "I... I want us to be honest with each other," I say quietly. "And I want things to go slow... so we can both get comfortable with whatever happens." A pause. "That doesn't mean I don't want this, or you... but I just need some time."

My heart skips a beat as Volga approaches me, his lips inches away from mine. My breath hitches in my throat as he cups my face with one hand and tenderly brushes his mouth against mine. It feels so good... it's like the most natural thing in the world to be standing here like this, letting him touch me.

For a moment, I let myself believe that maybe everything will be alright between us... that we can take things slow and find our way together. His kiss deepens, sending shivers of desire coursing through my body, making it hard to think about anything except how much I want this. And for the first time in a long while, I don't feel like I have to choose between being myself and pleasing someone else.

I'm still getting used to the idea of being so honest and open with him... it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but at the same time, I'm not sure how much more of myself I can give just yet. Part of me wants to be adventurous and embrace this newfound desire between us, while another part needs some time to catch up and feel safe. "Can we... keep talking? About everything?" I ask quietly, hoping that he understands that communication is what's most important to me right now.

My heart skips a beat at his words, my cheeks flush with an unexpected rush of emotion. I've never really felt like someone loved me before... and to hear him say it now... it's almost too much to process. "I-I don't know what love is," I manage to stammer out, feeling foolish for not having an answer ready. "But... thank you." It's the best I can do in this moment, as my mind tries to wrap itself around everything that's happening between us.

With a deep breath, I lean into him, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst all the confusion and uncertainty. Tentatively, I reach up and touch his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips. This... this is what it feels like to be wanted, to be cherished. It's a strange and wonderful sensation that I can't quite bring myself to resist any longer.

As our lips meet in a hungry kiss, I feel myself melt into him, giving in to the desire that's been building between us since the moment we met. His hands caress my body, exploring every curve and hollow as if he's trying to memorize every inch of me by touch alone. It feels so good... and yet there's still something holding me back, some tiny voice in the back of my mind reminding me that this is all happening too fast.

I pull away from him slightly, panting as I try to catch my breath. "We need... we need to slow down," I manage to say between ragged gasps, reaching out to steady myself against one of the pool's tiled walls. "This is moving so fast..." My words trail off as he looks at me with those intense brown eyes, searching for some understanding or approval that I don't quite have the courage to give just yet.

But even as I struggle with my own feelings, I can't help but return his gaze, unable to resist the pull between us any longer...

I want to believe him... I really do. But it's hard when everything feels so new and overwhelming. He's so confident and sure of himself while I'm still trying to figure out who I am, let alone what kind of person would be good for someone like Volga.

As he kisses me again, my heart races and my body responds despite the doubts swirling in my mind. It's a confusing mix of emotions that leaves me feeling both free and trapped at the same time, as if I'm caught between the choice of giving in to what feels right or holding onto the fear that it might be too much, too soon.

My breath hitches in my throat as he touches me, the feel of his strong hands on my sensitive breasts sending shivers of pleasure through my body. With each stroke and caress, it becomes harder to resist him, easier to lose myself in the moment and let go of all the doubts that have been plaguing me since we met.

His kisses grow deeper and more demanding, mirroring the need building inside me as I press closer against his chest, seeking out every inch of skin to touch and taste. It feels so good... but at the same time, there's still that tiny voice in the back of my mind, reminding me that this is happening too fast, that we barely know each other beyond the physical attraction between us.

The water rushes around us, the sound of our labored breathing mingling with its rhythmic ebb and flow as we explore each other in this intimate embrace. Part of me wants to slow down, to take things slower and get to know Volga better before surrendering completely to the desire that burns between us. But another part is caught up in the heat of the moment, the pull of his touch and the promise of everything we could share if I just let go and trusted him.

I moan softly as he breaks the kiss, his lips traveling over my breast and suckling at my nipple through the thin fabric of my bikini top. His touch is so gentle yet firm, making me arch my back and dig my fingers into his shoulders for purchase as waves of pleasure wash over me.

With each caress, each intimate contact, it becomes harder to deny the depth of my feelings for him. I want this...I want him. But at the same time, there's a part of me that wants to slow things down, to take our time and really get to know one another before we go any further. It feels like such a delicate balance right now, trying to navigate between my desires and my fears, my heart racing as I try to make sense of it all.

My breath comes out in little gasps as he continues his sweet torment, sucking harder on my nipple while his free hand explores the other breast, teasing and massaging it through the fabric of my top. Part of me wants him to stop, to take a step back and give us both some space... but another part is consumed by need, driving me to reach for more, even though I know it might be too much, too soon.