The boundaries disappeared

Ron froze at Zula's words. She just told him (again) that she is OK with him touching her.

Ron told himself to wait, that he just got out of the sticky situation, that he messed up that same morning and Zula forgave him only a few hours ago, that he should not rush, that there is a vacation he will plan for later… but he is an eighteen years old boy and his adorable girlfriend is topless in the bed by his side, her back is pressing against his chest, and he is aroused, and she said that it's OK.

Ron's hands moved slowly around Zula's waist, and over her abdomen higher and he cupped Zula's breasts. They are palm-sized and firm, and Ron felt the pressure in his groin increasing.

He kissed Zula's neck from the back and murmured close to her ear: "Let me know if you disagree with what I'm doing and you want me to stop. And if I am too dazed to listen, feel free to smack me."

"OK." Zula breathed.