"Hey bud, need a beer?"
"Um, sure, thanks,"
"LINDA, MAKE THAT TWO!"
My workmate Josh shouted up to his girlfriend from the deck. He had scored his Uncle's cottage for a weekend, and had invited me and another guy up with him. I had just started at the company a month prior, and we had gone out for lunch a handful of times, drinks once or twice- they were very welcoming to me, although a bit too alpha-male at times. I remembered after Josh had asked me, and I said yes - he turned and said; "Bring your girlfriend too, our girls are coming up - wouldn't want you to feel like a third wheel," So there we were, six twenty-somethings in the wilderness with a gorgeous split level cottage, a ton of booze and sunshine.
I could tell though, that when my girlfriend Dot and I first arrived, the guys seemed a bit surprised to see the two of us together.
You see, everyone always thought us mismatched. Sure, we were both 5'10", but physically that's where our similarities ended. I was a dark haired ginger, slender to the point of femininity. A youthful face and form that belied my 29 year old existence, and pale skin with only a smattering of freckles. I should probably add, my name is Jeremy.
Dot on the other hand was a zaftig bleached blonde beauty, who had the style and sensuality of a burlesque performer. She had creamy skin, plump lips, sizeable breasts and a perverse carnality about her that matched well with my sex drive. Comparatively, she had about 60lbs on me, and often joked that we looked like the number "10" walking down the street. In my eyes though, she was my perfect 10. And that's not me even being cheesy, we just worked incredibly well together where it mattered.
I had never really felt strongly about specific body types before, but admit that when Dot had initially started hitting on me at a friends party some months back, I ridiculously balked. I can blame it on a lifetime of being told that Playboy bunnies, and lithe supermodels are gorgeous, but know that all those built in prejudices - well, they're a choice we each make. So when I rebuffed Dot's first advances, it was more about my insecurities than any specific tastes.
After that party, our paths seemed to cross on a regular basis, and she seemed persistent, which annoyed me. I remember feeling a bit insulted that this larger girl had put us on the same level, and wasn't taking a hint. Seeing her more though, my mind had begun to change, and I warmed to the idea of just hooking up with her. I told myself, "she'll be grateful" and "I'm sure she'll let me try anything", and gave into her request for a dinner date.
Spending time with her that evening was incredible. We got along devilishly. She was quick and clever, wholly intelligent and amazingly ribald. I couldn't play a dating game with her, or try to be "the man" - she disarmed me in an effecting manner. The ease and intimacy of our conversation probably had us both mentally fucking by the time dessert came. We took it to go.
Our first time together was a slightly tipsy, but ferocious affair- complete with torn clothes, brute physicality, and an unawareness that we had been fucking all night- until we realized the sun was coming up. The most indelible part of our first time together, was just how much we sexually challenged each others desires. There was no timidity, everything was put out on the table and gobbled up. It was as if two people had been given 6 hours to tick off all their bucket list items, and made a meal out of the experience.
We had been together for about two months, by the time we headed up North, and were as inseparable, as we were insatiable.
"So, Jere' - you like big tits eh'?"
Sam had flip-flopped onto the deck where Josh and I sat in loungers, staring out at the lake. Josh shot his buddy an irritated glance, while I politely chuckled at the question.
"Sure, man."
A bit chuffed, Sam kicked a pebble off the deck and joined us, staring out at the water. "I mean, thats totally cool dude. Your girl is built, congrats,"
Josh snorted at Sam's attempt to smooth over the moment. We could hear the screen door back at the cottage open and slam shut. Footsteps followed, nearing as they approached. I felt two cold hands slip over my shoulders and underneath my tank top. I jumped a bit, before turning my head to kiss Dot's wrist.
"Girls are here now, you can quit talking sports," Linda spoke playfully, and handed me my beer. Linda was Josh's girlfriend, and a really cool chick. You could tell she knew to say all the right things in social situations, but was great at knowing when to be quiet and assess people. She was a brunette with a slender body, and a penchant for keeping a deep tan. Sam's girlfriend, well, she kinda fit Sam well. In her early twenties, she was the youngest in the group, dirty blonde hair, tight body of a teenager, and a scattered, self-drawn attention span. If she wasn't squealing about a bug, she was on her phone Snapchatting or instagramming. Sam wasn't the brightest bulb himself, but he did what he could to cater to her errant moods.
We sat about talking about work, the weather, our families, and how we all met our significant others. Dot guided the conversation with ease, and I could tell that her and Linda had clicked while having 'girl talk' in the kitchen. For dinner, we barbecued steak and vegetables, drank more beer and traded dirty stories. As the sun dimmed, Jenny went inside to charge her phone, Linda and Dot cleared dishes, while the guys gathered wood for a bonfire.
Dot had taken a seat on a log close to the fire, and I sidled up to her, wrapping my arm around her back and grabbing a handful of flesh. Linda and Josh sat in their chairs making idle chit chat, and Sam had walked Jenny down to the dock,where they seemed to be having an increasingly tense conversation. Moments later, Jenny blew by us with Sam in close pursuit.
"Uh, I just need to uh - drive Jenny into town. She needs..." He trailed off as he raced to his car. Doors slammed, and the rest of us shared a laugh.
"Anyone else thinks that Sam needs to be making better choices?" Linda excused herself to use the bathroom. Josh gave her a minute before looking over at us, "Actually guys, I think we're gonna call it a night, um - you can put this out right?"
I nodded at him as he got up and headed back to the cottage.
"They're totally going to fuck right now," I whispered to Dot, who had now put her leg over mine, and was holding my hand.
"I don't think so," Dot smiled, making eye contact with me, "wrong time of the month,"
I grimaced for Josh, but took advantage of our our newfound isolation, to lean inwards for a deep kiss. Our lips parted, and we just stared at each other, grinning for a full minute. The light from the fire danced in my girl's eyes as we both counted down in our heads. We had a mutual thought, and as soon as the cottage light went off it was game on.
Dot pushed me back off the log, and on to the grass, climbing on top of me in the process. She forced my wrists above my head while grinding my crotch.
"We're not going back in there until we're covered in dirt, grass stains, scratches and cum, got it?"
Catching her off guard, I swung her over on her back, folding myself into her curves and pointedly thrusting my clothed groin into her.
