I met Irina in college, and despite not really being friends, she seemed to orbit my social life for years after. She was blonde and european, about 5'9" with a beautiful body. I remember the way the guys in school would talk behind her back about her breasts, which she always seemed to proudly accentuate with plunging necklines and tight sweaters. I would sit around with my guy friends and watch her pass, the guys marvelling at her outfits while trying to use polite language around me.
I often wondered what was said, if anything about my body.
I'm Kate. a 6" tall, gawky brunette tomboy. I liked my teacup sized breasts, and my long legs, but I didn't think that apart from my height - that I really stood out. Having grown up with two older brothers, I was keen on more guy things, like sports and dumb movies than all the usual girly girl stuff. I had, since college finished, begun to grow my hair out - and was proud to get it down to my shoulders before the summer.
I had made some great friends in college, including a guy in the engineering program named Nelson. He too was tall and skinny, a quiet creative guy who was a bit of a stoner. Though busy with our respective lives, we would sometimes catch a free night and hang out, often leading to a lingering fuck session in his parents basement where he still lived. I was totally jazzed when he invited me to one of those big weekend festivals out of town, and I just so happened to be free.
We arrived with a handful of his friends to the little campground beside the venue, and set up a couple of tents. I wondered about whether Nelson and I would get any time together, it had been awhile for us, and I was beginning to see sex everywhere. So in a way, I shouldn't have been too surprised when I felt a delicate twinge down below when I saw Irina at the festival.
Standing in a pair of torn denim shorts, her breasts filling out a crocheted top, she was a vision. She had flowers in her hair, and big round sunglasses. I just barely made out the lines of a tiny nude bra underneath her top. I had a flash of what she might look like naked, then, what she might look like while fucking. I shook my head. Irina saw me and waved.
Awkwardly, I smiled and waved back.
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The day had started off well enough, with some great bands. The group of us had headed back to the tent to have a rest and smoke a joint about mid-afternoon. I lay across Nelson, my hand resting on his stomach, wanting nothing more than to grab his cock and bury it in me. When one of Nelson's friend talked about going back to the main stage, I thought I might get an opportunity to have some alone time with Nelson - but was hugely disappointed when he excitedly went along with them. I grumpily begged off, and lit another joint as they left me in the tent. I took a drag as I rubbed myself through my shorts. I should get some water, I thought, putting the joint out and putting it back into the tin. I collected our water bottles and headed out to the community spout.
I was just filling the last of our bottles when a shadow fell upon the grass in front of me. I looked up. Irina.
I could barely remember our small talk, but I recall her sniffing at me and asking if I still had some weed. I nodded, and she helped me back to the tent with the water bottles.