This is my second attempt at a story on here. Let me know what you think. This will be a series.
It was the summer of 2000. I was on the Rogue River in Oregon, white water rafting with a group of friends. We were headed back to our camp after a great float down the rapids. We consumed plenty of beers along the way, and were feeling no pain. I was single at the time, as any 22 year old man just out of college should be. I was enjoying the freedom and adventure that life provides at that age. Traveling with friends, wild parties, and a few wild women now and then were the norm.
I finally had my own money in my pocket and loved my job selling high dollar real estate in Portland. I had an established network of contacts and was starting off very well. I found that most of my interactions were with the wives of wealthy businessmen, and my six two frame, good looks, and charm helped to close deals.
"Woohoo! The barbeque is already going!" my best friend Ted yelled as we pulled the raft ashore next to our campsite.
"I'm starving," I said, as I smelled the burgers and heard the music blaring.
The six of us jumped out of the raft and carried it up to the grass area. A group of five friends came in from Portland while we were on the river, some of whom I had not yet met. They were drinking keg beer from red Solo cups and were enjoying chips and dip while cooking burgers. Two attractive girls were setting up a tent.
"Hey everyone, why don't we introduce each other real quick," Ted announced.
The first of the two girls who were setting up the tent, turned and eyed my six pack abs as she approached and held out her hand. She was wearing white shorts and a bikini top. She had brunette hair that was just below shoulder length and big brown eyes. She was very pretty and had what I guessed were B cup breasts.
"Hi, I'm Steve," I said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Jessica. You as well," she responded smiling.
Her friend emerged from the tent, and our eyes met for the first time. She had flowing blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. She had big blues eyes and long eyelashes. I held her gaze as she approached me. Her breasts looked well proportioned on her five-eight frame. I guessed they were a bit bigger than a handful. She was wearing high cut blue jean shorts and a red and blue bikini top. Her abs were toned, and her hips flared sensually above long firm thighs. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.
"Um, my um, I'm Steve," I stuttered, losing the words I was trying to speak. My confident charm went out the window as soon as our eyes met.
"Hi, I'm Becca, short for Rebecca," She said as her thick lips curled up into a smile, recognizing my awkwardness. "Nice to meet you."
Once we all introduced ourselves, I found out that Becca was 20 and was attending the University of Oregon, also majoring in marketing. She was on their track team. We hit it off immediately, or at least after I picked my jaw off my chest and found the ability to speak again. She had a kind personality that drew others to immediately like her. She was not standoffish as many girls with her looks were.
"Let's do some shots, everyone." Ted yelled as he pulled out the tequila. "Let's get this party started!"
Ted was the stereotypical party guy, and he could be depended on to provide a great time wherever he went. Some girls found him a bit loud and obnoxious, but he was a great wingman. I enjoyed having him as a friend. He was six four with a muscular build, and from the girls he courted, I assumed he was good looking. He just never kept them around long and was considered a womanizer.
We all downed a round of shots as the burgers were pulled off the grill. We enjoyed our dinner and had lots of laughs, conversation, and flirting. I couldn't keep my eyes off Becca, as hard as I tried not to stare. She caught me looking at her several times, and her lips always curled up in a smile whenever she did.
That night, Becca and I sat on the bank of the river talking about life and dreams for the future. I was surprised to learn that we shared similar goals and values. She laughed at my corny jokes, and our conversation flowed naturally. I was getting warm feelings toward her that were different from any girls I'd met previously. We must have talked for four hours.
It was getting late, and we were going rafting in the morning, so we decided to head for our tents.
"Hey, I'm really glad you came down here this weekend," I said as we parted. "I feel lucky to have met you, Becca."
"Thank you, Steve," she said smiling, as she stared into my eyes. "I'm glad I met you too."
I wanted to kiss her, but for the first time in my life, I was afraid of messing things up. We both reluctantly broke our gaze and walked to our tents. I turned and looked back at her as I opened my door. Our eyes met again as she looked back at me.
"I should have kissed her," I thought to myself, thinking I blew it. "Stupid, Steve!"
The next day we all geared up for our float down the river. We loaded plenty of beers in the coolers along with snacks and sunscreen. Becca was wearing a pink bikini top and jean shorts over what I assumed was a bikini bottom. Her ass looked amazing even covered in shorts. She had a thick round ass with just the right amount of shake when she walked.
We piled into the raft at the start of our journey. Becca sat in front of me, and I got an eyeful of her rounded rear end when she arched her back and straddled the raft. She had muscle tone in her back and arms as she paddled down river. She caught me gawking as she turned, and her lips turned into a smile.
"Damn bro, did you see the ass on Becca?" Ted whispered to me as we floated down the river.
"No dude, I didn't notice," I said sarcastically. "You think I'm gay or something?"
"I hope she drops those shorts soon," Ted said. "I'd love to get a look at that fine ass."
"Hey, ease off," I defended her. "She really seems like a nice girl."
"Yeah, I saw you trying to get some last night," he teased. "Did you get a piece?"
"We were just talking," I responded.
"Hmm, just talking?" Ted challenged. "Maybe you are gay."
"Fuck off," I laughed.
We heard the roar of the river as we approached the biggest of the rapids. We aimed the boat forward and paddled into the whitewater. The first blast of cold water went over the bow, soaking everyone in the process. We laughed and yelled at the shock of the chilly blast. We paddled through it and readied ourselves for the next section. There were giant boulders under the surface that formed huge waves from the passing currents.
The next rapid lifted the bow of the boat as we paddled into it. The bow dropped quickly, plunging it under the roaring water. The boat spun to the left, and Becca lost her balance, falling into the rushing water. I dropped my paddle and dove in after her.
I saw her in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned back, placing her body above me, keeping her head out of the water with our feet downstream. We were pulled underwater by the current but quickly popped back up, and I maneuvered us toward a sandbank. I helped her up on the bank, and she fell backwards with me landing on top of her.
