We burst into the swirling crowd, where the air is filled with heat, music, and passion. Katrin confidently places her hand on my chest — her light yet magnetic touch sends shivers through me. She moves smoothly, seductively, every gesture steeped in grace and fire.
I can't look away, mesmerized by her rhythm. The dance stirs something deep inside me, every movement seems calculated to drive me insane. Does she understand what she is doing to me?
She presses so close that I feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Her lips near my ear, and she whispers:
"Dance with me, don't just stand there. I want to dance only with you."
Her words are a challenge I can't resist. I pull her closer, merging with her in the dance. Moving more confidently, more boldly, my hands slide along her back, exploring the curves of her body. Finally, my palms rest on her hips, gently squeezing them. She responds to my daring, pressing even closer.
The girl melts into my embrace, her body fully against mine. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers playing with my hair. Unhidden passion burns in her eyes, her breathing quickens, and her skin's warmth becomes more intense. She laughs softly, her voice gentle yet audacious:
"And what does my Nerd want?"
Her eyes gleam, and I hold my breath for a moment, afraid to break this fragile moment.
"You," I feel the words sear my tongue. "I want to kiss you."
Her lips curl into a slow, seductive smile.
"And why haven't you done it yet?"
"I'm afraid," I admit, lowering my gaze like a child caught in mischief. My voice trembles, and I feel my face flush with heat.
Katrin tilts her head slightly, a strand of red hair falling onto her shoulder, creating a soft contrast with her bright eyes.
"What are you afraid of?"
I swallow and exhale slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.
"That you won't kiss me back. Or that... you won't like it. I've never actually... with anyone..."
Her gaze softens, and she gently runs her fingers along my cheek.
"I'll kiss you back," she says with a confidence that soothes the tremor in my body. "And as for the rest... I know. It's obvious from the start that my boy hasn't had anyone before me."
"And what do you think about that?" I whisper, barely daring to meet her gaze.
"That we need to change that immediately, starting with a kiss."
She laughs, clear and carefree, then turns to me, closing the remaining distance.
"Kiss me already, my Nerd," she says with a playful excitement that makes my insides burn.
Her gaze holds me captive, and I lean in closer. Nothing can stop me from taking that step. I press my lips to hers, and everything else disappears. It's just us. Her taste is gentle, slightly salty, as if challenge and the promise of the unknown intertwine.
Our first kiss is breathtaking. The music, voices, noise — all fade away. Only she remains. Her lips, hot and soft, give me a feeling I have never experienced before. My heart pounds so fast it feels like it will burst from my chest. Katrin kisses me back with equal passion. I pull her even closer, my hand sliding to the nape of her neck, while the other grips her firm backside. Her scent lures me in, her body melts into mine. Everything feels right, as if the world has clicked into place.
The kiss doesn't last long. Suddenly, she pulls away, leaving me confused. I look at her, trying to understand — what happened? Did I mess up? Did she not like it? Yes, I am inexperienced, a virgin... But is it really that bad?
"Now let's do it like adults," her voice is soft but playful, snapping me out of my doubt.
"Like how?" I ask, feeling my cheeks blaze.
"With tongue," she smiles, moving closer. "I'll start, and you just follow me. You'll do fine, don't worry."
Her lips find mine again, this time more demanding. I part my mouth, letting her lead, and simply follow. Her tongue gently brushes against mine before deepening the kiss, urging me to respond. I think I'll mess it up, but Katrin is right. Mimicking her movements, I feel the kiss ignite, growing more passionate by the second.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I hold her tighter, feeling every motion, hearing her shaky breath. I want more. Everything inside me screams — I want her to be mine.
Rebel Girl promises to grant my wish. She will be my girlfriend for these two weeks. But I will do everything to keep her by my side much longer.
We keep kissing as if the world has vanished, until the sudden screech of a microphone shatters our little universe.
"One, two. One, two. So, the microphone works," a loud, slightly hoarse voice rings out.
We freeze. The kiss breaks off, but our faces remain so close that our breath intertwines. There is tenderness in Katrin's eyes, but also curiosity about what is happening. She tilts her head slightly and presses against my chest — either seeking protection or simply enjoying the warmth.
We both turn to the stage. There, on an improvised platform, stands a guy with a microphone. He looks pleased and excited, as if this is his moment of glory.
"I want to thank everyone for coming to my party," he begins with exaggerated importance. "Today is the Autumn Festival. We say goodbye to warmth and welcome the cold. And since this is the last warm week of the year, we decided to throw a party."
He pauses briefly, scanning the crowd, as if waiting for applause.
"Okay, I won't talk too much. Mikhailych, crank the generator to full power. And to all of you — have a great time tonight!"
A joyful cheer erupts from the crowd.
"Thank you!"
The music bursts out with a new wave of rhythm, filling the space. A compressor hisses near the stage, and soon foam engulfs the platform, like a cloud descending from the heavens to wrap us in its fluffy magic.
Katrin slightly pulls away, looking directly into my eyes. I can't look away — she draws me in like a magnet. Instinctively, I hold her tighter, afraid this moment will dissolve like the foam beneath our feet.
She leans closer, her lips almost brushing my ear. Her voice is quiet, but every word pierces my soul:
"Don't be afraid, I won't run away from you."
Those words don't calm me; they only ignite an even stronger desire not to let her go. She is my Rebel Girl.
"We'll kiss later. Right now, I want to dance in the foam. So come on, let me go, and let's go!"
Her words snap me out of my trance. I smile, though my heart clings to the moment we have just shared. But her eyes sparkle with excitement, and her energy is infectious. I release her from my arms, unwilling to lose the incredible connection we have just felt. But she senses my reluctance, so her hand stays in mine — a sign that she is still there — and she tugs me toward the stage.
"Alright, let's go."
And we stepped into that snow-white fairy tale of foam and rhythms, leaving everything behind except the feeling of happiness and freedom. There was so much determination and lightness in her movements, but I didn't move. On the contrary, I pulled her even closer, letting her body touch mine again. I ran my nose along her neck, inhaling her scent — intoxicating enough to make everything else disappear. I was ready to forget everything and take her far away, where we could just be together and kiss all night. But I couldn't do that. She wanted to dance, and I knew that her desire mattered just as much as my impulses.
I held her tighter and whispered in her ear, my voice low, barely audible, but full of emotion:
"You're only mine, Rebel Girl."
She didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously, lowering her eyes shyly, leaving her words unspoken in the air. I didn't expect her to respond.
My feelings were developing too quickly, like a whirlwind, and I couldn't understand where this current would take us. Not long ago, she was just a girl I passed by, and now I was making plans in my head to make her mine — not just as a friend, but officially as my girlfriend. Everything was happening so fast that I could barely keep up with my own thoughts.
But despite that, I knew one thing — I wouldn't rush her. I didn't even fully understand what was happening between us, and she certainly didn't either. I didn't want her to feel pressured, and I had no intention of making her do anything against her will. I wanted her to be with me because she chose to, not because I demanded it. Saying she was mine was one thing, but forcing her to be with me was entirely different.
I told her I wanted to do what that couple did, but I gave her complete freedom to choose. If she had said no, I wouldn't have insisted. Katrin let me lick the salt off her skin, and she did the same to me with equal desire. I told her I wanted to kiss her and gave her the choice to agree or not. If she had said she wasn't ready, I wouldn't have dared cross her boundaries. Yes, I held her close during the dance and our kisses, but only because I felt her pressing against me with the same unrestrained feelings.
We made our way to the stage, where music, light, and the energy of the crowd filled the space. I pressed myself against her, and it felt like she was trying to dissolve into my body. There were many people around us, and it seemed like half the city had gathered here to share this moment. I gently stroked her belly, feeling the warm smoothness of her skin, and she placed her hand on my chest. Her other hand glided through my hair while I leaned toward her neck, kissing her with such impatience that the world around us disappeared. Every touch of hers was like a spark, awakening a whirlwind of emotions in my body, turning the dance into something magical.
Kissing Rebel Girl had become not just a habit, but a necessity, like breathing. I could dance with her all night, merging with her movements, feeling her breath and caresses that lifted me to the skies. My world shrank down to her and her touches. I felt her hand glide across my chest, stroke my back, rest her fingers on my head, and every movement of hers drove me to ecstasy. In her hands, nothing was superfluous. She was my universe, and I was a part of her.
She is right: reading, sitting with books — that's not life, that's just existence. My new life becomes her, Rebel Girl, who pulls me out of the familiar world and opens doors to unknown sensations. Without her, I can't imagine anything. She becomes the center of this new reality, around which everything revolves.
The foam that wraps around us is getting in our faces, but it only adds to the fun of the atmosphere. We laugh, not paying attention to it. Her genuine laughter infects me, filling the moment with lightness and joy. Rebel Girl is right — with her, I am truly having fun.
After the dance, we return to the table. The clink of glasses fills the air again, tequila flowing, which we seem to drink more out of ritual than for the drink itself. But there is something more. We aren't just drinking, we are savoring every touch and kiss, which become more important than anything. We forget everything, dissolving into the kiss.
"Let's go swim, I'm all sticky from the foam."
"Let's go," — in her hands, I am ready to follow her anywhere.
It is almost eleven. The moonlight reflects on the dark water, creating a magical and mysterious glow. The moon dances on the waves, as if living its own life. The water beckons, softly rustling, inviting us. I stand watching, with Katrin beside me, as irresistibly determined as ever. She takes the first step and heads toward the water.
Her feet touch the water, and I see her body begin to sink into the cold element. I slow my pace, admiring her grace, but then stop. Thoughts return to reality when the water reaches her knees. I can't let her go further without me.
I approach and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me, feeling her breath and warmth. My hands glide across her skin, as if afraid to disturb her peace, but eagerly absorbing every detail — the softness, the movement, the life.
"Decided to swim without me, Rebel Girl?" — her closeness intoxicates me, filling my thoughts.
She smiles at the corners of her lips, turning her head slightly toward me.
"What fun would it be without you?" — she replies with a quiet laugh. "It's not my fault you're getting into the water so slowly."
Her eyes sparkle, reflecting the shimmer of the waves, and her smile has so much audacity that I can't help but smirk. She has always been like this — bright, bold, like the wind that can't be caught. Everything about her is mesmerizing, stripping away all reason.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my heart, which is beating too fast.
"I was just staring at you," — the words slip out, like a confession I can't hold back. "At your body, your hands, your back, your hair... your neck."
I slowly run my hands over the places I have mentioned, feeling every imperfection, every barely noticeable detail. My fingertips glide carefully, examining, as if trying to remember each touch. Inside me, a strange, almost hypnotic feeling grows — a mix of excitement and focus. In this movement, there is everything: the longing to be closer, the thrill of every touch. It feels as if even time has stopped, stepping back into the background.
She squints, a hint of challenge flickering in her gaze, but her voice is soft, even a little embarrassed:
"Don't you think you're rushing things?"
I freeze for a second, feeling her slowly avert her eyes. There is something mesmerizing in that movement, as if she is unsure but doesn't want me to back down. I take a small step back.
"You think I don't understand that? I do, but when I'm with you... it's like I'm swept away. I look at you and feel drawn to you. I don't even understand what's happening to me..." I can feel how my words lose all restraint, as if I am completely open to her. "If I were just some player, maybe I'd understand my behavior. But you know I've never had relationships with girls before you. Do you think I'm strange?"
She shakes her head, smiling, as if not quite believing my words.
"No, not at all! It's just that you're experiencing so many firsts, and you can't quite figure out what's happening to you. It's all new for you — clubs, parties, kissing... you've never really tried alcohol."
I freeze for a moment, then, smiling, respond:
"That's where you're wrong. I'm not trying alcohol for the first time. I've had it twice already, but of course, not in such quantities."
Her face changes, she is stunned.
"Really? I thought you were all innocent and pure, and now this…"
She tries to hide her surprise, but her eyes betray her confusion. I take her hand and lead her into the water, feeling a slight shiver. She is still in shock from my words, but I am ready to open up further. With each step into the sea, something inexplicable grows between us.
We start swimming, enjoying the silence of the night, the calm, and the waves. I dive in, and when I resurface, I begin wiping my face, still searching for her gaze. Katrin swirls nearby, swimming around me, and her movements are like a dance. I can't take my eyes off her.
"Katrin?" Her name slips from my lips, a natural need, and I don't even realize how easily it comes. It feels like the only word I can say in that moment, full of breath, holding back everything inside me.
"Yes, Max?"
"What's next?" Inside, questions are piling up, disturbing my peace, but in that question is also hope — for understanding, for the possibility of changing something.
"What do you mean?"
She, like me, is trying to keep her balance, not giving too much away. Her voice has a hint of uncertainty, perhaps even fear at the answer to this question.
"You and me. What's next between us?" I stare into her eyes, where an unclear mystery lingers. Their depth keeps me restless. I try to decipher what is hidden behind that barrier. What is she thinking? What is she feeling?