The following is based on a true story. Names have been changed, but this story is completely factual. I am from South Africa and I am white and of european descent. It seems as though not many people know that :) Thanx to Julie for her editing help :)
I was sitting on the top step of my pool, the water up to my waist. The water was cold, but I had decided to start swimming and get into shape. I'm not a huge exercise freak and during the year I don't exercise, but college had finished for the year and I was now on holiday, home alone during the week with nothing better to do. My parents are divorced and my mom got the house, which was almost too big for just my mom my brother and I. I have other siblings, but they have since moved out, I am the youngest at twenty. Girls seem to like me, but not for the reasons I would like them to. They say I'm sweet and kind and I always listen. I normally wouldn't mind being described like this, I just don’t want them to think I'm gay.
I admit I'm not huge and muscular and I often worried that perhaps that’s what girls wanted: a big, strong guy to protect them. I am not incredibly handsome but I don’t believe that I'm ugly either. I have brown hair and dark brown eyes and the girls I'm friends with say they look like puppy dog eyes. (I’m still not quite sure what that means.) The truth is, I don't have much confidence and that is why, at 20 years of age, I was still a member of the "Never-touched-a-boobie” Tribe. I couldn't seem to get further than "friends" with girls and for the most part, I didn't mind too much as I was good friends with the prettiest girls in town. What did bother me, however, was that the most I'd get for my efforts was a hug or a kiss on the cheek.
Thinking about all this was getting me down and the cold water wasn't helping either. I lay back and closed my eyes and could hear nothing but the big palm leaves rustling in the wind and the distinct sound of feet walking on grass. Someone was walking up the bank towards the pool. Thinking I was about to get mugged, I sat up and spun around in one swift motion. I saw who was coming and the fear for my life changed into a fear I was a whole lot more familiar with: There was a girl approaching, and as far as I could tell from that distance she was cute--maybe even hot! I was scared stiff because I'm not the outgoing type and usually meet people through friends or family. I had never approached a girl I didn't know and definitely had never been approached by one!
She was wearing a baby blue summer dress that stopped just short of her knees and was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders. She was clearly nervous too as she was holding her hands in front of her tummy, fidgeting with her fingers and bracelet. I looked up at her face, which was very, very cute but at the same time sexy in a strange way. She had chocolate brown hair that reached down to where her breasts rose out of her chest and if she had been naked, it would have almost covered her nipples. She smiled a nervous smile and I smiled one back before she looked back down at the ground, careful not to trip on the steep bank. Her breasts jiggled and shuddered ever so slightly with each step she took. They weren't huge, which I liked. Covered by her dress, they looked a little more than a hand-full and gloriously shaped. Without even thinking, I told myself that I'd probably never see them in all their splendor. Besides, she had probably just broken down and needed to use the phone.
I watched her get closer until she stepped onto the paving around the pool. Two more steps and I would have been able to look up her dress and see her panties. All this was very exciting to me but it’s what happened next that really got me going: She spoke (you're probably all thinking "Wow that's amazing! She can speak!" ), but she had a delightful accent. I've never been overseas, so a foreign girl was a very intriguing idea to me!
"Hi , I am (some unpronounceable name),” she said. “I just moved in down the road and I don't know anyone. I saw you at the top of your driveway the other day when I drove past and I wanted to say hello!" She smiled as she finished talking and waited for my reply.
I was amazed because even though she hadn't said anything particularly sexy, it definitely sounded hot! Her english was incredibly good for someone who had just moved here.
"Hi, I'm Lance. What did you say your name was?" I smiled, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. She smiled back while laughing a little.
"My name is hard to say if you are not from my country, but in english it is the same as Allison."
"May I call you Allison then?" I asked, smiling like an idiot. She flashed me another cute smile and replied, "Yes, ok."
