That night started out as a run-of-the-mill party in a mock-tudor country pub. The girl in question, Patricia, was a farmer's daughter, fairly attractive with a whole gang of college friends and young farmers to make us a jovial atmosphere in the pub's spacious function suite.
I was supposed to be going with my then-girlfriend, Michelle, who was an old schoolfriend of Patricia, but at the last minute Michelle called off sick.
She begged me to show up, give our present and send her best wishes. Reluctantly, I agreed, only because I already knew Kelvin, Patricia's younger brother who used to play on my amateur football team and whom I regularly saw around on nights out.
Kelvin was always the typical young-gun happy to be around older guys – I was mid-twenties - and always aiming to impress with his tales of womanising. So I settled into the busy, happy atmosphere beside Kelvin and a table of people I had never met.
I had seen one of them, however – Kelvin's 'girlfriend' – part-time fuckbuddy morelike – a cute blonde girl named Annie.; one of those girls always smiling, always with a wicked glint in her eye. None too bright, but definitely the right girl to have at a party.
There were some other young couples at the table and two girls on their own. Kelvin introduced me to his cousin, Melanie, a girl I knew by reputation to be 'miss-perfect' - the classic, demure, rich farmer's daughter-type with pretensions and allusions to society life. Her makeup spoke volumes – professionally applied to highlight her fine bone-structure; a face that wouldn't have looked out of place in some wealthy American soap opera, but also one that drove a spike through a man's heart and groin – the girl had looks that could raise the dicks of the dead.
Her hair was, like Annie's, a straight blonde bob, but slightly longer than Kelvin's girl's which cut Melanie from 'fiesty fun blonde' to refined, sophisticated blonde.
She was sitting when we met so I never got a look at her figure until later.
It was, I must admit, the tits next to her which drew me from Melanie's galvanising face – a decottelage any world-class beauty would have been proud of. A deep cleavage formed by to big firm breasts cradled within a low-cut top caught my eye and eventually took me to their owner's face once my awareness registered that the few beers I'd had were letting me linger a mite too long.
Ultimately I was greeted by a sparkling smile from a very innocent face but one dominated by two big brown eyes and luscious red lips. I had to ask again as this vision with light-brown tresses which fell around that lovely jawline introduced herself.
"Felice," she repeated to me. Then I understood –French, she was, and her accent was ridiculously arousing as she further explained herself. I nodded and smiled along though it was difficult to hear everything in detail above the party music and buzz of conversation. However, I did get several chances to glance down at her awesome titties as they shook and shuddered slightly when she talked expressively.
Kelvin was eager to explain that Felice was Melanie's student exchange partner and was over here for a couple of months. As attentions turned from my introduction and people fell back into their own conversations, Kelvin checked to make sure his Annie was engrossed in talk with Felice and Melanie across the low table, then sidled along his seat to me the way blokes about to indulge in a top-secret exchange of information do.
He told me Melanie and Felice had been staying over at his family's farmhouse for the past two days. I joked that he must have enjoyed being surrounded by them as well as Annie staying for the party weekend. But Kelvin was deadly serious, almost worried-looking.
He said, flat, "Andy, Felice is a damn tease. She's not even wearing any panties tonight. . ."
I smiled, thought he was having a laugh. He never cracked; stayed stoical.
"No way," I whispered. "She's. . .No way?"
"I'm tellin' you, man. Last two days – caught her coming out the shower room. She lets her towel slip knowing I'm staring and those two tits nearly knock me out."
"What? What're they like? Shit!"
"Never moved an inch. She's got a slim body and they're high and firm. Big nips, too. And they were hard, y'know?"
I'm staring over at this excruciatingly pretty French chick with the sweetest appearance. I think my jaw might have been open too far. I felt Kelvin nudge me, so I turned back to him.
"She's showed me those tits, then yesterday night I go for a piss and she's in the bathroom, turned away just pulling up her jeans – no panties; so I get this tight bare ass right in my face."
"Ah, timing."
"Nope, she'd been in there waiting on me. We'd all been around the kitchen, drinking, chatting. She'd gone out the room well before. Didn't even hear the toilet flush. I'm sure she was waiting."
"What did you do?"
"Well, I smiled, obviously. . .She just smiled back, mumbled some apology in French and skipped past me, doing that biting-the-lip cheeky thing . . ."
"Wow," I said, taking a big sup of my beer. It tasted great; the view was great, of the three girls chatting. I remembered Michelle.
Then as quickly forgot about her when Kelvin went on in my ear: "And tonight Felice's not wearing any knickers. I'm telling you. She's got a little skirt on and bare legs. Before you came in she made sure I saw her get up to go to the bathroom. I caught it right then – saw bare pussy between those long legs."
Automatically, I glanced over and down at Felice. She caught me. I choked. I could only see the tops of her thighs across the table. Her skirt cut off at about three inches below crotch level by my calculations.
I quickly looked away, pretending to be glancing around the pub but doing really badly as most do in such situations. Out the corner of my eye I saw her grin. I think I blushed a bit, so I rubbed my face as if tired and turned back to Kelvin.
"Can't see," I said, covertly.
"You will. . ."
"Does Annie know – about Felice doing this, I mean?"
"Nope. Like, how would I tell her?"
"What about Melanie?"
