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I met Laura at a party. She was a Dutch girl living at the International apartments. I was staying there as well, but hadn't talked to her much before. She was short by Dutch standards, with ivory skin, a round face, freckled cheeks and nose, dyed auburn hair and blue eyes. She was in a group of girls talking about a recent manga convention she'd attended. I chimed in, chatting her up within the safety of the presence of her friends, myself being a fan of various Anime shows and movies and knowing a little Japanese. She had a boisterous, somewhat know-it-all attitude, probably from being in front of her friends, but she was still cute. Her breasts were full and round and firm; they jiggled around when I made her laugh. Our conversation topic, bouncing from one Anime show to the next, bored the rest of the group, and they split apart from us.
We moved to a nearby couch, and she launched into a rant about all the problematic ways women are portrayed in Anime and popular culture. She went on about how in her own comics the female characters assumed gender neutral roles, rather than having to depend on the male characters to protect them. It was hard to pay attention to what she was saying when her ample chest wobbled beneath her t-shirt so close to me.
We played a drinking game that involved squatting down and standing up then chugging beer to the song Roxanne. She was tipsy, laughing at most everything I said, even when it wasn't funny, and putting her hand on my thigh when she did. I couldn't help but steal glances at her jiggling breasts through her thin white t-shirt. She saw me looking, but only thrust her chest out more.
A Black Eyed Peas song came on, and she took me by the wrist and pulled me onto the dance floor.
Halfway through the song, Nellie, a taut bodied Scottish girl with bright red hair, joined us. Her lithe form was a nice physical contrast to Laura, who was soft and voluptuous. At first, it was fun dancing with two girls. Both of them swayed, sashayed and ground their asses into me, and then each other's.
As the song ended, I made the mistake of leaving the dance floor to go to the bathroom and get another drink. When I came back, Laura and Nellie were grinding together on the dance floor to Pokerface.
They looked into each others eyes and made out. Nellie reached under Laura's shirt and squeezed her breasts. A few people took pictures. Later, sweaty and sitting on the couch, their arms intertwined with each other's, and chatted with me a bit more, but they had incited some undeniable chemical lust within one another, and were fixed on only each other. They soon went off to another room together, and I didn't see them the rest of the night.
I tried to enjoy the rest of the party, but my balls ached.
Though I didn't get laid that night, I didn't put any pressure on myself to make anything happen that would come naturally on its own. It was good to just be out with people. I had focused on working and boxing for so long I didn't really socialize much outside the gym, construction sites or the occasional dive.
Now that I was finally in university, I wasn't training like I used to, though I still did my usual 4 mile run every other day at dawn.
A few days after the party, during one of my morning trail runs in the forest behind the apartments, I came across Nellie. Her small bottom, plump but tight, bounced up and down, pronounced through her form fitting running pants. Her perky, apple sized breasts strained through her tightly fitted Lycra workout shirt.
When she first noticed me, her look changed from surprise to a knowing smile, masked with innocent conviviality.
"Fancy seeing you!" she said, in her mostly unintelligible Scottish accent, taking her earbuds out while keeping her pace.
"Sorry, what?"
"Fancy. Seeing. You" she over enunciated each syllable.
"Oh, sorry, your accent is so thick! How have you been?" I said.
Our conversation carried on politely, never going to the party a few nights back. I couldn't help but look her fit body up and down, and her eyes told me she noticed I was looking, and didn't seem to mind. We ran four miles together, going in and out of conversation. I wasn't expecting anything more out of our encounter.
When we made it back to the apartments I bid her goodbye and started towards the gym to shower. She started up the stairway to her apartment.
"Where're you off to?" she called down to me.
"The water is off at my place for a few hours while they fix it. I'll just shower at the gym."
"You can use mine, I don't mind." She said, which I didn't understand right away, but got the gist that she was inviting me up, "My roommates aren't home, so you won't freak anyone out."
A wave of excitement coursed through me. I was sweaty, and the gym was a far walk. It would have been weird not to accept her invitation. I didn't have a clean set of clothes to change into, but she didn't bring that up so I just followed her up the stairs.
Her apartment smelled much cleaner than mine. It was decorated with Polaroids of friends smiling and laughing and framed empowering quotes for women, and had a warmth to it like it was lived in by people together, much unlike my apartment.
She went into her room and returned with a towel with Link from legend of Zelda on it. She handed it to me with a devious smirk on her face.
