As it turned out, our friends' daughter Katrina, whom everybody called Kat, was coming along. Our departure was scheduled on Friday evening. On our way to the airport I got to meet the Tuccis for the very first time, Rick, Mara and Kat. I felt sparks flying when I shook Kat's hand. Kat had unblemished olive skin, dark brown eyes and long, straight, pitch-black hair. She nicely filled her clothes, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of shorts.

On the flight to Paris, we were seated in three consecutive rows, taking the two seats nearest to the windows. Mom and dad sat in one row, Rick and Mara directly behind them and finally Kat and me, Kat in the window seat. I used the window an excuse to check Kat out, especially looking down her top. Her looking out of the window gave me a great chance to check out her smooth legs, too.

By the time the lights were dimmed and passengers started to drift to sleep Kat and I knew each other quite well. She was nineteen, one year younger than myself, and went to the same university I went to. We also talked about my girlfriend and her boyfriend. Besides, chemistry was working well between us and suddenly the time was right for a kiss. I put my fingers on her right cheek, she put her right hand against my chest and we kissed. That was one long, sweet kiss, involving our tongues getting to know each other very well. When we broke the kiss, we were both flushed and gasping for air.

More kisses followed and I got to feel up Kat's thighs and the swells of her tits. After that we used our blankets to cover up more feel-ups as we squeezed each other's crotch through our clothes. We drifted to sleep, holding hands.

When I waked up in the morning, after a short night, Kat was still peacefully asleep. I kissed her gently on the cheek. The seat next to me was empty at that time so I made my way to the lavatory. On my way back I noticed that our folks were asleep. It struck me strange that Mara was next to dad, where mom would be and mom was next to Rick, directly in front of me. I proceeded to my seat without giving that much thought.

I drifted to sleep again and when I waked up next, everybody was awake and the flight attendants were serving breakfast. Kat and I kept chatting sweetly until we landed in Paris in the early afternoon. After about an hour in Charles De Gaulle airport, we boarded our flight to Venice. We landed in Marco Polo Airport late in the afternoon.

We rented three hotel rooms, one to be shared by Kat and me. The plan was to rest for a couple of hours then go out for dinner and other activities. The first thing we did was to hit the shower, first Kat then me. She came out of the shower wrapped in towels then it was my turn.

I left the shower in my briefs. Kat was lying in bed in light pink lingerie. She had fresh lipstick and eyeliner. My cock started to pulse and stretch. I lay beside her and we started to chat while looking each other's body up and down. I tickled her flat belly and she gasped.

"Are you ticklish?" I said as I continued to brush her skin very lightly.

"I guess so," she said.

"Let's make sure," I said as I moved my head toward her.

I started to lick around her belly button. She gasped then started to moan. I probed her belly button with my tongue as I stroked her left thigh. I moved my tongue up toward her chest as I slid my hand to stroke her inner thighs. Her legs parted instinctively. Soon I was licking the bare flesh of her cleavage and tits while cupping her crotch. I felt her searing heat through her thin panties. I massaged her pussy while kissing her neck and she humped my hand. By the time we were deeply kissing, my hand was inside her panties, feeling up her hairless pussy and slowly searching for her hole.

Her slippery hole milked on my finger hungrily just like her mouth sucked on my tongue as she moaned into my mouth. My cock head was then making its way past the elastic waistband.

"I want to suck you," she panted.......(cont)