This story is dedicated to a friend that has become very special in a very short time.
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It's late when I show up at my friend's house; not at all in the mood to party. He'd mentioned he had an English friend visiting, though, and that he thought we might hit it off. He knows I never could resist an accent, something different.
And he's right.
As I walk in, I hear that sexy accent. I can't see you through all the guys standing around you, predator-like, but I'm not the type to wait patiently in line. I grab a beer and find a place to stand and watch you. You seem to be enjoying the attention. When you finally turn so that I can see your beautiful face, I catch your eye. I tip my beer at you and turn to go find my friend.
While I am talking to my friend I feel a big set of tits rub softly against my arm. I turn and see your smile beaming right at me, and you excuse yourself as you squeeze past, that shapely ass pressed briefly up against me.
For the next two hours I casually watch you. I get no real acknowledgement in return, but twice you manage to brush those breasts against my body.