"I'm not... stupid... I don't know how you know about me but... it can't be a dre-heeeeahhhhhmmm..." She trailed off, gasping as he plunged his fingers into her womanhood, the tunnel warm around him... increasingly wet thanks to the aphrodisiac. "Unnngh... what... what's going on? What did you do to me?" She moans softly, afraid of her body's reaction as much as the man causing it by this point.

Her flat belly and heavy breasts push in and out beneath her tight shirt, straining the buttons across her young chest a little bit. The fabric of the skirt is soft across his hand as he fishes beneath it, drawing greater reactions out of her.

Nice and tight … I never said you were stupid but since this is all in your head ... His fingers drove into her relentlessly then the scene shifts.

It is a sunny day, a little breezy and the smells of cooked meat fill the air. Maria rushes on over to her, the pair had slipped away from the others you were still touring the museum but this was Barcelona! She could see stuffy old museums back home.

The vendor sold his foods to the tourists and their were a lot of them around today.

“Molly, that guy,” and Maria points at one of the handsome young natives, “wants us to come to his bull fight today.”

Fights with her body to keep her hips from moving against his fingers as they grew damp with her unwanted lust. Soft, feminine groans tried to work their way out of her throat, though she wouldn't let them part her lips just yet. Her eyes closed, trying to push down these feelings...

...and when they opened she was elsewhere, somewhere familiar yet wrong. "Wow... he's cute..." She heard herself say, almost as if she weren't in control of her words. "You told him yes, right?" She asks Maria, looking at the dark haired man as she spoke. All the while, her mind cried out to run, that this was wrong, a dream, a nightmare...

“Of course,” Maria giggled at her friend as she couldn't help but look back at the young man who was seaking with a fan or rather just finishing up. "Do you want to me him?” She looked at the slightly older girl then back again at the bull fighter who held himself with great poise.

"Yes, of course!" She giggled, even as the fear overwhelmed her mind. No, don't go with him, she screamed to herself. Barely waiting for Maria at all, Molly bounded towards the individual, trying not to look too much like an eager fan, even though that's essentially what she was... or at least, an eager tourist without as much knowledge as a fan.

The two girls approach as the fan clears out. Manny, the bull fighter turns to leave but as he does he cannot help but gaze at her endowed chest, staring at her breasts for a moment before forcing his gaze up to her face, curious as to what she looked like.

“Manny, this is my friend Molly. Molly, this is the guy I was just telling you about, Manny,” Maria said by way of introduction.

“Senorita, a pleasure,” he took her hand kissing the back of her hand.

The screams in the back of her mind were finally drowned out by the memory overtaking her. She blushed as she felt his eyes upon her young chest, pulling her hands back behind playfully to let him view her. Her cheeks redden even more as he kisses her hand.

"Such a gentleman... thank you, the pleasure is all mine sir." She says cheerily.

He smiles as he looks into the eyes of the red head. “A beautiful flower in a garden of weeds, Senorita, what brings you to Spain, are you a student too?”

He eyes flicker to Maria then back to her, his smile making it obvious that he liked what he saw. He finds that he holds onto her hand a bit longer than he intended. He let it fall away. “Won't you attend my fight today?”

She smiles at the compliment, as cheesy as it sounded. "I'll be a student... just getting a little travelling and crazy out of my system before I hit the books." She explained to him. She lets him hold onto her hand as long as he likes... she's young and still a little innocent, or stupid, it was always hard to tell in hindsight.

"Oh we'd love to! Right Maria? Please? Can we go?" She begs her friend, who had been the leader on their little trip so far.

“Ah, yes, a few years ago I went on a tour of all the sites in Europe before enrolling in university though I suppose with most of the countries being near it is different than you would have it in the Americas, yes.”

Maria nods. “Of course.” Her response was just for show since they had already spoken about it earlier. She was a little jealous but happy at the same time given that Manny obviously thought that Molly was attractive. They were only going to be in Spain a few more days though so chances were pretty good she would only have a fling before going back home.

“We got to go meet up with Wendy though ...” She turns to Manny, an hour?” She confirmed to a nod before escorting her friend from the young man giggling a little when they were clear of him.

“He's so into you, Moll.”

Molly seemed as captivated with him as he was with her... her eyes glued to him, though not always to his face... glancing down at his body when she thought he wasn't looking, and perhaps once when she knew he was. As they part and Maria teases her, she blushes.

"You think so? He is pretty handsome... maybe I'll... we'll get to see him again after the fight or something." She says, the hope obvious in her voice. It seemed so romantic, aside from the unceasing feeling in the back of her mind that something was out of place with this scenario... a familiarity that gave her pause for a second, but only a second.

“He barely checked me out when I spoke with him. I mean he gave me the once over but I didn't get a second look. With you he kept looking when he thought you weren't, especially at these.”

Maria squeezed one of Molly's breasts as she teased the older girl and giggle, unconcerned with what any onlookers would have been thinking.

The next hour found the two shopping and attending the bull fights. They were later arriving but Manny wasn't the first fighter on the card so the girls witnessed his match and after a small while in which he showered an changed Manny had met when in the stands after he looked for them. The red head sticking out in the crowd of Spaniards so she was easy to find.

He had seen her from the arena and hoped that she had not left yet.

“When do you go back to the States,” he asked, not what she thought of the fight but turning his attention upon her.

The redhead slapped at her friends hand as she teased her, blushing and looking around, hoping that nobody had seen that. It didn't take a translator to figure that one out. She had found a somewhat less than conservative dress on the shopping trip for much less than she expected to pay for such a thing, but was still wearing her spaghetti strap top and slightly ripped jeans when they found themselves in the stands of the fight. She would cringe every time the bull came too close to Manny, but in the end she found herself sitting next to him in the stands as they emptied out.

"Just a few more days sadly. I've seen most of Europe already, this was our last stop. I suppose I'll have to get back to real life soon, and wake up from my dream here." She laughed, leaning a little closer to him as they talked.

Fortunately the only one that seemed to notice was a street mime who was largely ignored anyway.

When she mad her way to the stands it was only some time before she was sitting next to Manny.

“Shit! I had that hair appointment with Wendy at the Salon, I'll catch up with you later back at the hotel!” Maria blatantly lied so her friend had the complete attention of the young man after he gazed at her for a moment as she rushed off.

“Well,” Manny began as he looked back, “there is no need to wake up just yet. There is a rave later tonight if you are interested but since you have so little time I could show you the best place in all of Barcelona if you are interested that if.”

Molly's stomach filled with butterflies as her friend left them, obviously meaning well, and Molly wasn't complaining, but even then a part of her knew... it wasn't that intelligent to run off with a stranger in a foreign land that she had just met. But she was only young once, and it didn't seem as though she was going to have much choice in the matter at this point.

"We could go to a rave... I'm not a great dancer but I'll try." She laughs. "But I'm interested to see what this great place is, now." She says, leaning in even closer. "Someplace you take all your groupies?" She paused. "Do bullfighters have groupies?" She asked with a little laugh.