It was my last semester in the dorms. My buddy John already had already moved out and had his own apartment nearby. I was just sitting in my dorm room reading a book one afternoon, when my friend Sarah stopped by. I invited her in and offered her a beer.
After some small talk, she said that she wanted to talk to me about something. I listened and she told me that one of the girls she lived with had developed a bit of a crush on me.
They lived in a sort of mini apartment in the dorms where four girls shared two bedrooms, a bathroom and a living area. I had been to a couple of parties there in the past.
I had never been on the receiving end of someone having a crush on me and was not quite sure how to react. I just laughed about it.
When I asked who it was, she told me it was Rachel. I told her that I did not recall who that was and she described her to me. Now I remembered.
She was a short girl, with long red hair and braces. I recalled her being a nice and sweet person but never got any vibe that she might be interested in me. I was certainly not interested in her.
Sarah told me that it was serious and that Rachel really wanted to meet me but was way too shy. I laughed at first but then quickly realized that if it was enough of a situation to prompt Sarah to come and talk to me about it, it demanded some attention.
I told her that Rachel really was not my type at all but decided to be nice and agreed to come over to their place later for drinks, providing an opportunity for her to meet me.
I had had crushes too and knew how it felt. I figured that the nice thing to do was to be straightforward and honest about how I felt. Let her down easy, so to speak.
Later that evening, I grabbed a bottle of wine and a six-pack of beer and headed up to the girls’ apartment.
My friend greeted me at the door and we sat in the living area along with a couple of her other roommates. I was not sure if they were aware of the situation. It made for a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
A bit later Rachel came out from one of the bedrooms and Sarah introduced us to one another.
She was about five foot four, had curly red hair, pale skin and a fairly small frame. The one thing I had not noticed or paid attention to in the past was the fact that she had huge breasts. She was wearing a tight-fitting zippered jumpsuit but had to have the zipper down really far to accommodate her chest, consequently exposing quite a bit of cleavage. It looked almost unnatural and it was hard not to stare.
I had never really been a “breast guy” and preferred small, perky ones, so Rachel’s chest was really not that great of a turn-on for me. But I knew a few guys who’d spend hours tugging their cocks, fantasizing about a rack like Rachel’s.
I found it to actually be a distraction. Somehow my eyes were just drawn there subconsciously and it made it quite difficult to maintain eye contact with her.
We all hung out and had a fun, easygoing conversation. Rachel was certainly a sweet girl but I did not feel any real connection. At least I had made the effort and could now extract myself from the situation somewhat gracefully.
A few days later there was a knock on my door. It was mid-afternoon and I had just finished a paper. I opened the door and there was Rachel. She greeted me with a big smile.
That night at the girl’s apartment, I had offered to make her Margaritas some time and she wanted to know if she could take me up on the offer. I had already forgotten about that but having finished my paper, I figured why not and invited her in.
She was dressed very casually, wearing loose sweatpants and a white ribbed tank top that was working overtime to keep her breasts contained. It was even more distracting than the other night and I once again struggled to maintain constant eye contact with her.
I whipped up a pitcher of Margaritas and we sat on the bed and chatted while sipping our drinks.
We talked about our backgrounds and families. I found out that she was half Irish and half Mexican. That explained her hair and pale skin in contrast to her exotic features.
It turned out I found her quite charming and fun to talk to and we were well into a second pitcher when my roommate showed up.
He introduced himself to Rachel and immediately found himself in the eye contact dilemma too. I handed him a drink and he joined the conversation. I took some delight in watching him also struggle not to just blatantly stare at her chest the whole time.
It made me wonder what it felt like for her. She had to be aware of the effect she had on guys. But while she certainly came across as the reserved type, she did seem to make clothing choices that served to show off her most attention-getting assets.
Maybe she had just gotten used to it because she came across as quite comfortable with guys staring at her breasts.
As it cooled down towards the evening and the fog rolled in, the situation did get a bit more interesting. The cold air coming through the slightly open window had a familiar effect. Her nipples now poked noticeably through her bra and the thin material of the tank top, adding to the distraction factor exponentially.
I closed the window but it was quite cool in the room now. Rachel asked if she could borrow a sweatshirt as she was feeling a bit chilly. I got one out of my closet and she quickly pulled it on. That relaxed things a bit for everyone.
When she went to the restroom, my roommate immediately asked if I needed the place to myself later.
I told him no. He knew that she was not my type but also felt that it just might be fun anyway. I had to agree told him but just was not quite there yet.
She was a really nice girl and I was not sure how the situation was evolving.
I also did not just want to take advantage of the fact that she had a crush on me.
We kept chatting and started to make dinner plans when the phone rang. It was my buddy John, wanting to know if I wanted to hit the beach with him tomorrow.
I said sure and noticed that Rachel perked up as she overheard our conversation.
When I hung up the phone, she went on about how fun that sounded. She kept talking about it and finally asked if I would mind if she would come along. I was sure John would not mind either and told her that I’d like that. We set a time to meet up the next day.
She showed up at my room at the agreed-upon time, wearing running shorts, a t-shirt and a baseball cap. If one could disregard her huge breasts, she kind of looked like someone’s dorky little sister.
I gave John a quick call to tell him that it was his turn to bring the beers and that we had a guest. He mentioned he might be running a bit late and I told him to look for us at one of our usual spots.
Rachel and I drove to the beach and headed down the long trail that led from the parking lot down to the beach. After a bit of a hike, we found a nice private spot to set up camp.
I was in for a pleasant surprise when she took off her shorts and T-shirt.
She had on a very sexy and very small string bikini. The bottom was very low cut and barely covered her backside. The top never had a chance of sufficiently covering her breasts. I made no effort not to stare. Rachel seemed quite comfortable with this and even arched her back a bit to really show them off.
They were something to behold. One might expect breasts that big to be a bit droopy but hers looked more like two halves of a small volleyball stuck to her chest.
She laid down on her stomach and asked me to rub some sunscreen on her.
I took the opportunity to check out her body as I squeezed some of the lotion on my hand. The tiny bikini provided a fairly unobstructed view. She was petite but quite curvy with wide hips and shapely legs. Her butt looked perky and firm.
I started at her ankles and slowly worked my way up each leg with more of a massage technique rather than just rubbing some lotion on. As I got to the top of her legs, she pulled up her bikini bottom, giving herself a bit of a wedgie. About a third of her butt cheeks were now exposed. I squeezed a small dollop of lotion on each and worked it into her soft skin. When I pulled the hem of her bikini bottom down a bit to rub lotion on the tops of her buttocks, she started to squirm with pleasure and wiggled her toes. She may not have been my type but I loved how her body felt and how responsive she was. I then started to focus on her inner thighs. That seemed to take things to another level and she began to breathe heavily. She also spread her legs a bit.
Meanwhile, my trunks were starting to feel very constraining.
I undid the string holding her top on and slowly massaged sunscreen onto her back, grazing the sides of her breasts several times.
To my complete surprise, she suddenly propped herself up on her elbows, letting her breasts hang free and looked over her shoulder, giving me a quick smile.
I took that as a sign and reached down to cup her breasts in my hands.