James was at the fair, walking around near the tents and games, watching the drunks and carnies interact. It was the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday. It was a little too warm for him. He sought relief under a tent.
Amid the moving thicket of people, he spotted a woman he had known from his class. Her name was Jackie. Jackie was wide in the hips, had full, large breasts that were noticeable under her white shirt. She had long, curly black hair.
"Hi, how are you?" she said, as she approached.
"Great. It's a little hot out today, though. Had to get into the shade".
"Yeah, me too. I can't stand the heat." She made some remarks about how white her skin was, how it burned if she was in the sun for too long.
James watched her fingers point to her thighs and her upper arms, as she explained why she never tanned. He had always thought of her as vaguely attractive, but had kept away from her, as he was very distantly related to her. They were like 3rd or 4th cousins.
Jackie asked if he wanted something to drink, and he said that he would. She moved away from him, and walked over to the makeshift bar area. James watched her as she passed, glancing at her ass in khaki shorts. She had thick legs, and she walked oddly, a bit awkwardly.
She returned with the drinks, and they began talking about school, boredom, music, and where they each lived. She said she lived two towns over, about twenty miles away. James lived less than a mile from the fairgrounds.
"Do you want to see it? No one's home right now—they're all around here, somewhere," he said, meaning at the fair.
"Oh, sure, that'd be fun. I'll drive," she said.
When they got inside her car, he watched her legs slide in and then backward onto the seat. He thought her upper thighs were beautiful. They were so white, he hardly believed they were real.
They continued to his parent's house, and then went inside. James showed her around the house, moving from the downstairs kitchen up to the bedrooms of his parents and his sister, before going into the large bedroom that he shared with his brother.
They both sat down on his bed. She moved her hair back many times, so that she could see him.
He wanted to touch her legs, to feel their fullness. He wanted to suck her breasts, to hold their heaviness.
They spoke about her jobs, how she would have to be leaving soon to go to one of them.
He felt that he had to hurry with some passionate declaration, or some nonverbal movement. But just then he heard the door open downstairs. He leapt off the bed, hurriedly, while Jackie laughed.
"Christ, who could that be", he said.
