It was the Fourth of July. In this small town in the Pacific Northwest that meant a morning parade, food trucks and vendors at the park in the center of town, and fireworks at the high school. I was there from out of town with my cousin, whose in-laws lived here.
At the parade that morning I saw this girl in the back of one of the pick-up trucks advertising the local feed store. She was standing up tossing candy to children lined up in front of their parents in camp chairs on the sidewalk. Dirty-blonde, blue-eyed farm girl around 18-19 years old. She was wearing a pair of high waisted denim short shorts which showed the bottom of her butt cheeks and a white half t-shirt with "FREEDOM" in red and blue lettering with fireworks in the background. The shirt was a little too big and hung off of her 5'6", 34c-26-36 frame. She had curves wear it counted. I couldn't immediately tell if she was wearing a bra.
Later on at the park with my cousin and his family I saw her again. Her and a guy I assumed to be her boyfriend walked past us on the way to the food carts until they got to the back of the line for a bbq food truck. They talked for a bit and she walked off to talk to a friend while he waited in line for food.
The friend had a dog with her, and the blond in the half shirt bent down to pet it. From the angle I was at I could see up her half shirt as she bent at the waist. She was definitely not wearing a bra! I couldn't believe how brazen she was to wear that shirt with no bra! It hung a couple inches below the bottom of her C-cup breasts, and from my angle I couldn't quite see her nipple.
After the friend and the dog left she walked over to a minivan parked along the roads that line the park. It was bumper to bumper parking. I approached her as she lit the cigarette she'd taken from the vans front seat, "I love your shirt." I said, "How free are you?" I was facing her and put my hand on her side, just under the cutoff hem of her t-shirt.