I use the English version of "fanny" which means vagina.
You may have read my story of when Tatty relieved me of my virginity all those years ago. As described in that story I never shagged Tatty again, but shortly afterwards I met up with my first real boyfriend. We spent a year together and had a pretty active sex life, discovering various positions and sexual likes and dislikes, but that relationship ended after a year.
This story happened nearly a year after I finished with that boyfriend and in that time I didn't have any sex. But I did get a new job and met a girl who turned out to be a good friend for many years.
I am now nearly 22 and working in a shop in Newcastle, where I met Jan, she was a similar age to me but certainly a lot more forwards in finding sexual partners. You can see what I looked like from my profile picture, but let me describe Jan, she was the same height as me at 5ft 5in, but carried a bit more weight, a lot of it concentrated in her tits which were 36Ds compared to my 34Bs, dark hair and very tactile with people, pretty but not beautiful.
The shop we work in had about 12 employees and one morning while having a morning cuppa together in the back of the shop Jan and I are moaning about not being able to afford a proper holiday.
Pete, one of the lads who also worked in the shop overheard our conversation and asked us both if we'd ever been to a music festival.
"Well, I haven't," said Jan.
"Nor me" I added.
"I'm going to Monsters of Rock in a few weeks time and I'm pretty sure there are still tickets left. My VW camper has three seats so we could all go together." Pete offered.
"And where would we all be sleeping?" Was my immediate question.
"Ah well, the van is not fully done out, so I only have a mattress in the back, but it does have a small cooker so we can have hot water, plus there are loads of food stalls at the festival." Pete replied.
"Mmmm, don't think I'd be sharing a mattress thanks, but I can borrow a tent and sleeping bags, so if me and Jan shared the tent I'd do it, assuming we can all get the time off. What about it Jan?" I asked.
"Yeah, it could be a laugh, ages since I was last camping, but never having been to a festival and being quite skint it may be the perfect answer."
So a few weeks later myself, Jan and Pete set off down the motorway in a VW camper loaded down with a tent, sleeping bags, beer, food, clothes and whatever else we could shoehorn in. Pete muttering away about the amount of stuff two lasses seemed to need for three nights away.
The drive down was uneventful and we learned a little more about Pete, for although we worked together he always seemed a bit quiet and reserved. Now we found out that he was 26 years old, divorced and his main hobby was music. Not a bad looking chap, maybe 5ft 10in tall and carrying a few extra pounds, possibly because he might be living on takeaway food and beer.
He'd fitted a cassette player in the VW and we sang along to some of the bands we were going to see that weekend, Meatloaf being my favourite, although Jan had to keep shouting that I was looking for a big portion of meat that weekend! Pete did give a couple of sideways glances at that. I don't know if Jan fancied him, but he wasn't really someone I would go for, especially as we worked together.
Eventually we arrived at the festival and were told where to go to camp up. Myself and Jan eventually managed to put up the tent next to the VW, with Pete looking on and offering less than helpful advice. We got the sleeping bags and the rest of our stuff out of the VW, put them inside the tent then opened a couple of cans of beer to celebrate.
"So Pete, you are the seasoned festival goer, what should we do first?" Jan wanted to know.
"First and most importantly, find out the location of the nearest portaloos! Then we'll have a look around the stalls and vendors, see what's where."
Which is exactly what we did. We bought some food, had some more beer then went to watch the first of the evening's bands.
Staggering back to the tent at the end of the evening, with Pete in between of us two women, our arms all intertwined around each other. I am not sure if it was the uneven ground and the beer, but somehow Pete's hand seemed to be brushing the underside of my tit quite a lot. It wasn't doing much for me, but I wasn't going to say anything to spoil our happy mood.
As we arrived back at the VW Pete said "I have a bottle of vodka and some mixers if you both would like a bit more to drink?"
Jan glanced at me and raised a rather drunken eyebrow in question; I shrugged as if to say "you choose".
"No thanks Pete, I think we are too tired from the travelling and watching the shows tonight, but possibly tomorrow." Jan said.
"Ok, no worries, but if anything through the night scares you or you need anything at all don't be afraid to wake me up."
Saying our goodnights Jan and I go into our tent.
"Thank goodness it's a warm night, I hate to be cold, in fact I might be too warm in this sleeping bag," mutters Jan as she starts stripping off. "Oh that's much better, such a relief to get rid of the bra, eh Shel?"
"Well, maybe more of a relief for you with your lovely big ones, but as you may have noticed I usually go bra-less" I say as I watch hers swinging around as she wriggles into her sleeping bag while I strip my T shirt and jeans off. "By the way, did Pete try to have a crafty feel of your tits on the way back? He had a sneaky feel of mine."
"Yes, he did, in fact it felt pretty good. I wonder if he is expecting some form of payback for bringing us here?"
"Nah, I'm sure it's not that, he just had the chance to feel some tit and took it."
"Goodnight then"
"Goodnight Jan". As I drifted off to sleep I could hear the sounds of other festival goers all around us, some singing, some just talking and few making all the sounds of being shagged big style. They obviously don't know, or don't care, that tents don't muffle any sounds.
Waking up next morning it was hard at first to realize where I am, but looking at my watch I see it is well after nine. Glancing at Jan I see that she must have been really warm through the night as she had completely unzipped and opened her sleeping bag. She is lying on her side with only her knickers on and her tits fully on show. It's really odd, but I'd love to have a little feel of them, I've never touched or been attracted to other women, but somehow, right now.................
Just then I hear Pete softly speaking outside the tent. "Jan, Shel, I've made some tea, would you like a cuppa?"
Tea? Just what I need. "Yes please Pete, hang on a second." I quickly put my T shirt back on and unzipped the tent door. As I opened it I realized Pete had a clear view of Jan in all her topless glory.
"Giz the tea then, pervert," I said jokingly.
He quickly averted his eyes but instead focused on me in a T shirt which didn't quite cover my knickers.
