Three months later, Spring came at the perfect timing. Yosefin and I had three days off during the weekend. We worked the week of Spring break, but our shifts went smoothly. It felt like God was trying to keep me less stressed about going on a trip with her. I never went outside my city without my parents. This was my first time somewhat being on my own for a journey miles away from home.

Yosefin mapped out what we would do for three days. Throughout the months, she hinted at various activities we would do. She would be the primary driver unless she got tired, and I would have to take over.

At seven in the morning, I rolled up at her house with my stomach turning from the anxiety of leaving my comfort zone for something I might like. In the driveway, I saw a black car I had never seen before. It had temporary license plates on the back bumper.

“New car? That was quick,” I said. I hopped out of my car and leaned against the hood as I texted Yosefin I’m here. She came out five seconds later after I sent the message. “That was quick,” I said to myself. Her yellow sundress took me by surprise. It was the brightest color in the neighborhood and looked amazing on her. The dress didn’t hang on her shoulders. It looked like it rested over her boobs.

She had a brown straw hat with a white ribbon around it and golden reflective sandals. Her toenails and fingernails were polished with white tips. This was the most I have seen her so girly. She looked so stunning.

“Hey, Joshy,” Yosefin said, walking up to me with a distinctive shy girly voice.

“Hey,” I said with a weak, shaky voice. “You look...”

“Hopefully good, ja? This ain’t my usual wear.”

“You look fucking beautiful,” I blurted the moment her parents stepped out. “Oh! Good morning!”

“Good morning,” Mrs. Böhme said, waving her hand. “You two have fun and be safe.”

“We will, mama. Don’t you worry,” Yosefin said without looking at her. Her eyes were looking at her car. She snapped her eyes to me, smiled, then asked me where are my begs.

“In my trunk,” I answered, pointing my thumb at my car. “Where are yours?”

“In my car.” I was confused. I thought we were going in my car, but she would drive it.

“Get your stuff and throw it in the trunk.” She walked over to her parents while I grabbed my suitcase and backpack from my car. They talked in German while I packed my things into the car. The trunk space was spacious for a coupe and had plenty of room for more bags. She could easily pack a week’s worth of clothing.

Once I put everything away, I inspected the car. The tires were waxed and low-profile with a good amount of thickness and had carbon fiber wheels. Her entire car was black with glitter-like paint that reminded me of the stars in the night sky. Yosefin jogged over to the driver’s seat to open the door to let me see the car’s white interior.

“Jesus, Yosefin. This car is...” I said, unable to comprehend how awesome her car was.

“Rad, yeah?” Yosefin said, sitting down in the seat. She threw her hat behind her and rubbed the passenger seat with her eyes on me. “Come on, Joshy. Let’s hit the road!” Butterflies crawled into every cavity within my stomach of how happily she said that. I could tell she was excited. Her smile was contagious to look at.

“Alrighty.” She left the driveway as soon as I buckled myself in. My eyes leaped from checking out how highly technologically advanced the center console was, to examining the details of her wonderful dress. I closely viewed and saw more elements I didn’t notice before. The hem rested high up her thighs from the seat buckle, pulling up on it. It had a stitched pattern of different-sized holes looped around in a circle.

“You know I can see you,” Yosefin said as she eased behind a stop sign to let passing children walk across the street. I played with the car’s touch screen to play it off like I wasn’t staring at her.

“Hmm?”

“I told you I don’t mind being looked at.”

“I know,” I confessed, feeling guilty.

“Did you pack your swimming trunks?”

“Mhmm,” I hummed slowly, nodding my head while picturing what kind of bathing suit she brought. Since she was different, I thought of her wearing a typical top with trunks. It was hard for me to see her in a two-piece. I didn’t think she could wear something that conformed around her crotch because of what she had. “So,” I said, wanting to ask her what she’d wear.

“Sup?” Her constant smile kept making me smile.

“Nothing.”

“God, what is up with you today?” She faintly giggled.

“I don’t know. A lot of things are going through my mind.”

“Well,” she said, taking her right hand off the wheel to rest her arm on the center armrest. “I’m all ears.” For roughly five minutes, I ranted about how I was not used to being far from home. She understood how introverted I was and promised I would be okay. I also told her my concern about her wearing a two-piece because of her circumstances. I didn’t want anyone to look at her funny.

“Josh,” she said, holding my forearm for a short second. “I appreciate your concern, and I’m sorry you feel this way.”

“I want to be excited, y’know?”

“And you will. I promise.” She locked her pinky around mine. So far, the things we did together were enjoyable.

Our first stop was at a gigantic gas station that looked like a small supermarket. It took us an hour to get there. There were so many cars and people walking about. I saw several families with their kids, groups of friends, couples, and the elderly. Something about that place made people buzz in the hundreds.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“Our first wonder.” She took out her phone to take a couple of pictures of the building and took pictures of me when I wasn’t looking her way. “Hey! Come here. Take my picture.”

One picture turned into ten pictures we took together. We went overboard with them. There were so many pictures in her gallery that it filled one page. My favorite image was when I held her from behind. She had most of her body leaning back into me. My head was over her left shoulder, and half of my face was covered by her hair.

“I will never delete these,” Yosefin said, stuffing her phone in her small black handbag. “Shall we go see this thing inside and out?”

“After you.” Instead of walking ahead, she took my hand to make me walk with her. “What are you doing?” I blurted, whispering.

“Fine.” Her fingers opened, but her hand stayed. “If you don’t want to hold hands, let go.” My hand stayed firmly grasped. One by one, her fingers came down on my knuckles. I had to readjust my grip so I could hold her hand better. “Why the change of heart?”

“I... panicked.”

“Oh, Josh,” she said, tapping my hand with her other hand. “Relax, or the time you’ll spend with me will suck for the both of us.”

“How would that happen?” Her hand came out of my grip then both hands gripped my shoulders when she hopped in front of me.

“Hey,” she said momentarily pressing my shoulders in. “I want us to have fun but you got to stop being tense about everything.” Her words made me feel uneasy. But it was something I had to do to enjoy myself.

“How?”

“You can start by holding my hand.” She faced away with her left hand open for me to reach for. “Don’t think about it. Just be impulsive.”

“Impulsive,” I said, rolling my eyes as I held her hand. “God, you make me feel nervous.”

“Sorry but not sorry,” she giggled.

The mood Yosefin wanted came out gradually from me after we explored the massive gas station. She came out of there with a mug for a souvenir. I didn’t feel the need to buy anything. Just being there was enough for me.

We went back on the road. It took us three hours to reach our hotel. Yosefin told me to bring my bathing suit so we could walk the beach later that day. Once I walked into the lobby, I saw Yosefin chatting up a storm with the front desk clerk. She was talking about the horrible traffic she went through to get here. The clerk was also livid about the traffic he had to go through to start his shift. When I stood next to her, the clerk stopped talking to greet me by nodding his head.

“Hey, Joshy,” Yosefin greeted me with a quick wave and then handed her driver’s license to the clerk.

“Hello,” the clerk had a tough time pronouncing Yosefin’s last name.

“It’s Böhme,” I pronounced with clarity.

“Thank you, sir.”

The clerk called out the room number and said what type of room Yosefin had bought. It was a suite that had two queen-sized beds. Yosefin took the bed closest to the bathroom by throwing her beg on top of it. She called me to come to sit with her on the bed while patting the space beside her. I sat down and immediately became overwhelmed by her snuggling on my arm.

“Hey! Too tight!” I said. Yosefin laid me on my side so she could snuggle her whole body on me. I found myself confused yet loved how she threw herself at me for no reason. “Yosefin, what’s gotten into you?”

“I’m just so excited!” Yosefin nearly yelled. “These days are going to be the best!”

“Okay, okay. Calm down.”

“No,” she giggled, slowly moving closer to my face. “I’m gonna get into my bathing suit.” She poked me on the nose with her nose and then said, “Boop,” before heading into the bathroom to put on her bathing suit. I was so stunned that happened that I didn’t move a muscle for a minute. It was so random yet cute that she did that to me.

“Just go with the flow, Josh,” I said quietly to myself as I took out my bathing trunks from my bag. I got dressed before she came out of the bathroom. She had on a generic black loose-fitting shirt and white short shorts. “It took you five minutes to do that?”

“Sorry for taking so long. I wanted to put on sunscreen.”

One short five-minute trip later, we made it to the beach. The forecast in the car stated peak weather conditions would reach seventy-nine degrees. There were no clouds in the sky.

“Good day for a tan,” Yosefin said, grabbing her hat from behind her chair. “But, this is not the day for that.”

“So, what do you plan on doing for today?” I asked as she got out of the car.

She slipped off her shorts and took off her shirt, revealing her two-piece for the first time. Most of the car’s frame was obscuring her. I had to walk around to her side to see what she had on. Her two-piece was a greyish-blue color. The top piece came across her boobs instead of over her shoulders. It had a center buckle design. The bottom piece used rings to connect the two halves together. They were situated around her hips.

“What do you think?” Yosefin asked, proudly posing with her hands on her hips. I stared at everything. She turned around to let me view her backside for a good unforgettable moment. “So? I wanna know if you think it’s good.”

“Why do you wanna know if I think it’s good?” I said, hiding my erection by pressing my hands into my crotch. “Is there something wrong?”

“Well,” she mumbled when she put crossed her hands over her crotch. “I thought about if I should wear trunks. This is my first time wearing something like this.”

“Oh..?”

“I do have a pair in my trunk,” she said with her eyes on the trunk. “I’m kind of tempted to put it on.”

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“Why?” I said to appease my curious mind.

“It’s not obvious, is it?” She mumbled without looking at me. I had to ask her to say it again but louder because I didn’t hear a word she said. “It’s not obvious, right?” She said loud enough I could hear.

“What are you talking about?” I asked softly, leaning closer to anticipate her quiet response.

“Do I got to say it?” She nudged her head down to make me take a glance at her bottom-piece bikini. I looked everywhere, even checking her ass to see what I was looking for. I saw nothing obvious.

“What am I looking for?”

“You... you don’t... My... hips!” She cheered after stuttering heavily. “They... look... nice in this outfit... right?” Since I had something to focus on, I stepped back to check them out. She was right in saying they looked nice. Her whole figure looked amazing.

“Yosefin, you look great in that,” I said as I continued to lay my eyes on every inch of detail.

“Really?” She said, pitching her voice.

“Yeah,” I nodded and flexed my arms to my body to prevent myself from being overly excited. “Would it be all right if I took a picture?”

“One won’t be enough. Take tons and send some to me.”

I got several pictures before we headed to the beach. The day was hot but bearable. The beach sand was clean and free from any type of debris like paper bags, soda cans, beer bottles, and sharply-edged rocks. Yosefin was bold enough to walk in the water without her sandals. I didn’t feel that carefree to tempt a random chance of stepping on something painful. Luckily, she came out pain-free and more joyous than ever.

Yosefin made me jump in the water with her. We acted like little children, splashing water at each other, playing tag in thigh-deep water, and playfully wrestling.

After we exhausted ourselves of fun, we had brunch at a restaurant on the beach and returned to the hotel to rest for later activities she wanted to try out. She decided to come lay with me on my bed when I was starting to doze off.

“Yosefin,” I said, keeping my eyes closed.

“Mhmm?” I felt the bed bounce then her arm crawl over my stomach. When I opened my left eye to see her, she was lying on her side, head propped up by her hand, and smiling.

“Nothing.” The second I closed my eye she parked herself halfway on my body and began snuggling.

“Yosefin,” I chuckled. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep,” she said softly in my ear. “I got an alarm set for later in the day.” For a moment, I thought about telling her to get off so I could sleep by myself, but then I remembered her saying to live in the moment. This felt like a test to see if I was following the rule.

“Okay,” I said then held her close like she was one of her full-body pillows. I had most of my face in her boobs while the pillows kept it propped up. She didn’t have any perfume or cologne, but there was a faint scent of the hotel’s soap lingering through her shirt. It wasn’t strong enough to bother me.

“Good night.”

**

Yosefin’s phone alarm woke me up. I napped like a baby without wanting to change my sleeping position.

“Hey,” I whispered and poked Yosefin’s stomach to make her wake up. “Turn off your phone.”

“Huh?” she said in a groggy voice. “What?”

“Your alarm.”

“Oh,” she yawned and rolled over to reach the phone on the nightstand. My face slipped off her boobs and fell face-first on the bed. The soft impact woke me up. “Is it time already?”

“Mhmm,” I mumbled. I wrapped my arm around her stomach to keep her close to bring her back to me once the alarm turned off. “It’s time for you to take us somewhere fun.”

“Before we do that,” she said, rolling on her left side to face me. “Dude, look at me for a sec.” I sat up to look at her. She squinted and then shook her head like she saw something disappointing.

“What?” I said like I was about to laugh.

“I’m sorry.” She lunged a kiss on my lips without any warning. Her lips retracted but came back two more times before giving me some space. I was almost left in a state of utter shock. I couldn’t believe she kissed me, yet it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Why?”

“I’m sorry,” she said three times with her head down. “I should’ve asked if you wanted one. Please, don’t be mad at me. I couldn’t resist.”

“Do you like me that much?” I joked, laughing between my words. “Yeah, you should have warned me.”

“I’m sorry!” She whined with her face on the bed.

The shyness she displayed surprised me in a way I liked it. She regretted what she did, but I felt the impulsiveness in me was energized. It wanted to return the favor. I lifted her blushing face to kiss her lips in the same fashion I got. But, it didn’t stop there. We made out for the first time since we’ve known each other. After we stopped, I thought I would hate what I did. Oddly, it made me want to do it again.

“Let’s do it again,” I said somewhat out of breath from not breathing correctly. She sounded out of breath too.

“You are right,” she said, clearing my saliva off her lips with her forearm. “It can get wet,” she giggled, took her shirt off without warning, then sat in my lap. I played with her boobs while we made out and when I got tired of them, I grabbed her mildly chubby hips. I was beyond horny from all the things we were doing. My mind went blank as my body took full control of my actions. The moment I came to my senses was when she stopped me from pulling her shorts down. They were a few inches below her belly button. Her skin looked smooth without a single hair in sight.

“No,” she said, holding my hands against her thighs. “Not that far.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just,” she paused to sit on the edge of the bed to put her shorts back up. “I don’t want to go there.” Then she added after a few seconds of silence, “I don’t want you to see that.” I knew what she alluded to without the need for any more details. I had forgotten that major fact about her and was extremely glad she stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life.

“There are some things we just can’t do,” I said to myself yet loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah,” she sighed. I thought she was sad but when I looked at her, she was smiling. But, I couldn’t tell if it was sadness or genuine happiness.

“Hey.”

“Yes?” Her smile remained the same.

“I’m having fun,” I said honestly, hoping it would erase her pessimistic thoughts. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned.” Her smile got bigger but she nodded as if something was wrong.

“You’ll love it,” she said gently.

Yosefin brought us to an arcade-style restaurant with arcade machines lined up on every wall. We tried out nearly every game before sitting down to eat. After we ate, we played some games till the sun went down, then lollygagged around inside the pool at the hotel until a group of college-aged guys took over. Their rowdy behavior made her feel uncomfortable to the point she huddled close to me. They were loud and aggressive with each other, and some that came near me reeked of beer.

“I’m getting out of here,” Yosefin said.

“Right behind you,” I said. Instead of getting out from the steps, she hauled herself out of the pool using the ledge.

“Get a load of that,” a man said. Two men catcalled with whistles. Yosesin turned around to face the group. She wagged her finger and swayed her hand as she was ashamed of them. All of the men reacted in awes and laughs.

“Irgendwo muss eine Verbindungsparty im Gange sein.” (There must be a frat party going on somewhere.), she said quietly before she spoke out loud in English. “Bye-bye, boys! Have a good night!” She waved them as we walked towards the exit.

“Awe, don’t leave us,” a guy cried out to her. “Stay awhile.”

“Sorry, guys. My boyfriend is looking to rock the boat later.” All the guys looked at me and began clapping. Some cheered while the rest gave two thumbs up. I was confused about why I was getting so much attention.

“Uh,” I said once I got outside. “What the heck just happened?”

“Boys,” she chuckled from her nose after drying her face. “Let’s get back to the room. I don’t want to be around them.”

We headed back to our room. I took my shower first because I knew Yosefin would take thirty minutes to shower. She liked to thoroughly dry off and make herself presentable before anyone saw her. After I got out, she went. Roughly half an hour later, she came out wearing an oversized shirt that came down past her waist. I watched her navigate over to me with her head in her phone vigorously texting someone using both thumbs.

“Who are you fighting with?” I asked.

“My momma,” she snickered then put the phone on the nightstand. “She wanted to know the details of how my day went with you.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Oh, y’know,” she said, leaning on my shoulder with her hands crossed in her lap. “That I’m having fun, yada yada.”

“Sounds like you’re not having fun,” I joked. “Am I boring?”

“I’m having the best time of my life,” she said calmly when snuggled on my arm as she shifted some of her weight on me. “What do you want to do now?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I said without thinking about what we could do.

“I got some ideas but they’re,” she paused, crossed her legs, and hummed. “I got a question,” she said, laughing.

“Oh dear,” I said, fearing she’d ask a tough question.

“Don’t be scared,” she giggled. “It’s just a question.” No question was just a question when it came from her. They were mostly loaded with an amount of importance. Her questions needed some sort of deep understanding or valuation for something that stumbled her. After what we went through, I knew her question would need some time to answer.

“I have a feeling this one will be hard to answer,” I said. Her lips curled in her mouth before I saw her smile. “Do I have to answer it?”

“You don’t have to. But,” she stopped to give me a gentle hug. “I would prefer you clear up this eternal battle I’m having.”

“Okay?”

“Okay...” She scooted about a hand length away. Her eyes stared at the ground for a time before they came back to me. “Why do you have to be so cute?” She asked nearly laughing. “Why do you have to be so freaking cute?” She said, raising her voice. “Why?” She said through her teeth, flexing her arms to the point they vibrated. “Why are we acting like this?”

“Whoa,” I said twice. “Settle down.”

“Nope!” she said sharply, emphasizing the last letter with a pop. “Dammit, Josh!”

“What?”

“I,” she sighed, shaking her head. She went silent for a moment before speaking again. “I wish I could have you.” Tears suddenly fell out of her eyes and more came out when she blinked. I tried holding her hand in hopes it would make her stop crying. She held it tight but cried more in silence.

“Don’t cry.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered. Her cries made me feel sick to my stomach. I felt like I was responsible for making her feel this way. If I hadn’t been picky about what I liked about her, I probably would have been more comfortable with the things that were an automatic turn-off.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you.”

“What are you talking about?” Slowly, she started to ease off the crying. “What did you do to me?”

“Not liking you wholly.”

“But,” she passed to sniff her mucus. “You had to. There are things about me you don’t like.”

“Maybe I should ignore those feelings.” She leaned back a little like she was stunned. The crying stopped completely. “You said I should be more impulsive.”

“I said that because I wanted us to have fun on this trip,” she reminded as she was reprimanding me. “You are a shy boy who doesn’t go out very much.”

“But,” I stuttered. I stopped when she held my hand and said my name softly.

“Remember what I said when you felt disgusted cuddling me?” We quoted what she said to me about not doing certain things because of what she was. I didn’t know what to say after that. The truth was a hard pill to swallow. I was eager to appease all the desires she dreamed of since the day we met. She liked me sincerely but she understood where my limit was.

“So,” I scoffed. “Does your author have an explanation for what we’ve done?”

“She called it an unlikely connection,” she said when she looked at her feet, spreading her toes. “Close friends who could love somewhat platonically. Sometimes they do, but it is mostly guaranteed that they don’t”

“Sounds about right,” I sighed loudly as I fell back on the bed. “Now what?”

“Bed,” she said calmly without any emotion in her voice. She laid on her bed for the first time since we entered the hotel. The back of her head faced me. Half of her body was under the blankets and only had one pillow under her head. I was afraid to end the night on a sad note.

“Why sleep by yourself when you can snuggle with me?” I said in a nervous attempt to make her smile or at least laugh at me. She rolled on her back and then turned her head to see me. When I tapped my bed she puckered her lips. It seemed like she was tempted. I got some attention but I needed to reel in an action. “You heard me. Bring your ass over here.” Her right leg kicked out from underneath the covers and she whipped them off her as she sat up. She kept her lips puckered but squinted her eyes. It looked like she was pouting.

“Move over.” She walked slowly, taking her absolute time to walk three to four steps. Before she sat down, she turned around, lifted her shirt with her ass in full view, then laid on top of me.

“There we go,” I said, holding her close to my body. “I can’t end the night without you here.”

“Do you feel happy I’m here?” She asked in a quiet monotone volume.

“I do,” I said with my face against her boobs. “Do you feel happy you’re here with me?” She kissed the top of my head without responding to the question. I kissed her chest even though her shirt was in the way. She tucked my head closer before heading off to bed.

All in all, Yosefin made the trip enjoyable. On our last day, we visited parks, museums, and an aquarium. During slow moments during the day, we talked more about our feelings toward each other. She said we should try to avoid letting our “advances” drive us. At night, I could tell she wanted to act upon something. Her gaze, blushed cheeks, and the fact she kept wearing no shorts under her long shirt gave me the impression she wanted me. Somehow, we made it through the night without going against our word.

On the way home, Yosefin told me she wanted to plan future trips out of state. It scared the living shit out of me to think about going that far with a woman who loved going everywhere, but I knew some enjoyment would come out of it. My introverted days were coming to an end the more I spent time with her. Plus, I began to stop caring about the one issue I had against her. The door of something more than the interesting friendship we had began to creep open. A small part of me wanted to give it a shot to see what kind of outcome I could get. The other part warned me of the massive regret of diving into an experience I wasn’t fully comfortable doing. I told her what was going on in my head and asked what side I should take. She oddly told me to fear her. I agreed yet I found it stupid, but I understood the meaning.

When we got back, it was one of the hardest moments of my life once the car’s engine turned off in Yosefin’s driveway. I was frustrated our days went by fast. There was so much energy for us to have a great time with. Unfortunately, our jobs got in the way of that.

“That’s the last of it,” I said, handing Yosefin her scented sunscreen suitcase with her bathing suit inside it.

“Thanks,” Yosefin said. Once she headed inside, I thought my day was ending. The door closed but cracked wide enough for her to peek her head out. “Do you wanna come in?”

“You still wanna hang out?”

“Don’t you? I mean... the day isn’t over yet.”

“Uh,” I stupidly said, wrongfully thinking if I did or not.

“You don’t?”

“No! I do!”

“Oh! Come in before my parents come home.”

Her hand came out, luring me in for one last good time before the day ended. I held it firm yet gentle as she guided me into her room to finish the day on a high note. Casual talk led to us watching a movie. A few kisses were exchanged, but we kept ourselves tamed to not dare to make out again. My mother called me during the movie and demanded to know why I wasn’t home yet.

“I gotta go,” I said. “My mom wants me home.”

“Your mother picked the worst time to take you away from me,” Yosefin said with her face in her hands. “Ugh!”

“Why’s that??”

“Because I want to keep you here,” she whined, tugging on my shorts. “I think I’ll cry if you go.”

“Wait? Seriously?”

“Maybe,” she said after blowing fast air past her lips.

“Why? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just being clingy.” There was a slight hesitation on her face when she tried not to smile. “Stop looking at me like that, Josh. You’re making it worse.”

“Huh?” I somewhat shouted. “Making what worse?”

“Dude,” she answered, glancing away at her computer momentarily. “Stop. You’re making me blush, like, hard right now.” I looked away to make her comfortable. She took that opportunity to sneak a kiss on my cheek.

“Really? I thought you said we should avoid making advancements.”

“You’re so gullible,” she happily reminded me, smiling with all her teeth. “We can’t date, but I know you won’t mind some kisses here and there.” The second I was about to agree with her, she quietly mumbled and coughed, “And playing with my tits.” All I could do was look at her and try not to smile. “What?” She said, tilting her head to the right as she smiled. “Embarrassed by the truth?”

“No,” I said, hiding my mouth with my shirt. “I’m just getting used to it.”

Yosefin would remind me once every other week, indirectly and directly of her feelings for me. There were times I felt like I was the wrong match for her. I thought of asking her to stop making advances on me or look for another guy, but I was too nervous to tell her to stop. Something big whether it was a positive or negative outcome was on the horizon between us, and the outcome could surprise us both. It was a matter of when or how it would go down.