If you haven't read the previous chapters, you don't need to do it now, there is no sequence in these memories, they will go back and forth and can be read independently from each other.
Although we broke up back in 2015, I still cherish some good memories from Jessica, my ex, 1,80m high (almost my height) and not thin, not chubby, just the right amount of flesh to grab and fondle, her mother used to call it "baby fat", natural brunette with a little longer than shoulder length hair and a good handful of tits (no idea the size)! Those memories are good specially because I had a thing about exhibit her and because she, somehow and although very self conscious of her body, always allowed me to do that.
This story is based on true facts but I may have gone from real history to wishful thinking, let you decide what is true and what is my imagination...
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The first time we took Jessica's cousin Jenny to the beach with us is also a nice memory. It was maybe summer of 2000, or maybe 2001. Still early days of our relationship and I was still far away from having Jessica going topless at the beach.
And that day seemed like a normal day, nothing special expected to happen, I barely knew her cousin, so I was feeling that it was going to be just another normal beach day. Yet, once Jenny's t-shirt comes out, a new story plot develops: I see a very thin bikini top (looked like a sports bra), with a hint of a nipple under, and then, after removing the lycra long pants, a very nice shorts bottom, molding a very nice ass. Jenny, a blond and blue eyes cute young girls, maybe 19 by then, was never a show-off, always use normal clothes, no cleavage or short skirts, very discrete - much like Jessica.
Jessica, from the corner of her eyes, saw me checking her cousin but said nothing. At least to me: "Jenny, cous, where did you get that bikini? I've never seen it before...", she pushed the conversation that so far had only been about weather, lack of wind or dirtiness on the beaches.