This story is loosely based on real events of a summer in the late '60s, the actual sequence and characters involved may have become somewhat jumbled, but the essence is still there.
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Dave and I had been mates for a long time, about five years, and five years is a long time when you are nineteen years old. We had just finished with school, one of those Dickensian establishments in Yorkshire where we had been closeted away from the female of the species lest we got into mischief. As we left our boarding house for the last time we determined to find out about girls.
Dave was a bit more worldly wise than I and talked as if he knew all about female anatomy, but I suspect in reality he didn't because I tried to give the same impression myself: all bullshit. Of course I knew what a vagina was and had heard of a clitoris because of furtive research and biology classes but how they worked was a mystery.
Dave had met up with a couple of girls from the university, first years as recall. He had invited them for a picnic and if the truth be told fancied his chances with Jenny. In those long distant days fancying you chances meant getting your hand inside her bra and fondling that illusive part of female anatomy, the breast. Getting your finger wet, as Dave crudely put it, was a goal we talked about, claimed to have done, but in reality was all wishful thinking.
"I'm not setting you up or anything." He assured me but they are quite good fun and I need you to keep Annie occupied while I see if Jenny is going to let me have a fumble.
It was one of those gorgeous summer afternoons, full sunshine and hot. My job was to provide the picnic desert while he did the main course, all designed to impress or in Dave's inimitable fashion, be a bit of a 'leg opener'.
Jenny, I had met before, as she was a friend's older sister, but Anne was unknown. Anyway, my job was to keep her occupied while Dave tried his hand, literally, with Jenny. There was no thoughts of getting anywhere myself as I'd never met this girl in my life.
She was actually quite striking, not pretty but striking. Shoulder length dirty blond hair, long legs: very long legs, emphasised by the very short shorts, and full chested, judging by the jiggling motion of her unfettered breasts under her tee shirt: no bra, heaven.
The picnic went well and we chatted about mutual friends, what we were going to study at uni and nothing in particular as we lounged on the picnic blanket. I found it hard to take my eyes of those unfettered breasts as they wobbled delightfully against the thin material of her tee shirt. It was obviously stroking her nipples in a sensuous way as they showed very prominently through her shirt. It was hard to take my eyes of them and she knew it, she kept adjusting her position in such a way that they moved tantalisingly.
Dave suggested he and Jenny take a walk along the river bank and they got up to leave, I made some feeble excuse and Annie stayed behind too. Job done, one gold star to me.
As they left, Annie, sitting cross legged on the blanket, leaned back taking her weight on her elbows. I could now see right up the leg of her, incredibly skimpy, shorts and was I ever in for a treat. She was not wearing any panties.
I could see right up her leg to her cunt! My first ever view of a real live cunt. Her pussy lips were slightly parted and my eyes couldn't draw themselves away from the slightly moist looking pink folds on display. I looked at her breasts, then down to her legs, time and time again. Eventually the inevitable happened and she caught me peeking. Of course I pretended I wasn't but she knew what she was doing.
"Are you looking up the leg of my shorts?"
"No."
"Yes you were, I saw you, just as I saw you looking at my tits."
"Well I may have glanced."
"Where? At my tits?"
"Yes, you have great tits."
