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In the sixth form, I developed a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Emma Richmond, who was in the year above me. I didn’t exactly desire her sexually (I was quite busy enough giving hand and blow jobs to the boys in my class) but she was everything I was trying to be: tall and slim and popular, clever in class but a bit of a wild girl out of it. Everyone knew she used to go to the old storeroom to fuck her boyfriend, but somehow she never got caught. I did get to know her a bit better when we were in the school play together, but then she left and went off to university and I decided to cut down on the blow jobs a bit and concentrate on getting the grades I needed to do the same.During the holidays, I saw her once or twice around town, but not close enough to speak to. Then suddenly, the summer after I’d finished my first year at University College London, we bumped into each other in the queue at the better of the two coffee shops in our little town.“Hey, Annie, how are you?” she said with a big smile. “I haven’t seen you since the play. I heard you got into UCL – well done! Are you enjoying it?”“It’s amazing,” I said. “Hard work, but lots of fun too.”She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a pretty yellow-and-white sundress, cut low at the front, and was very obviously braless. I had to try very hard not to stare at her, and I really hoped she hadn’t noticed.“We must catch up properly sometime,” she said, just as her turn came to order.I don’t know how I plucked up the courage to say it, but I blurted out the words, “How about Saturday afternoon? Are you free? We could have a picnic. I know a lovely spot by the river.”I actually didn’t think she’d say yes, but she seemed genuinely delighted by the suggestion.“That’s a lovely idea. Tell you what, I’ll get the food and you bring the wine. Here’s my number, text me and tell me where to meet you.”She grabbed my phone and tapped in her number, then took the two coffees she’d ordered.“I have to go and meet my mum now,” she said, breezing out of the door. “See you on Saturday!”Being responsible for getting the wine was a bit stressful. I didn’t really know much about wine at that time, but my mum had recently got into a French rosé wine with the rather un-French name of “Whispering Angel”, and we’d shared a bottle the week before. I thought it was lovely, so I hoped Emma would feel the same. I knew the town’s only specialist wine shop stocked it, so I went there straight away and bought a bottle before my mum had a chance to buy the lot. It was a bit expensive for a picnic wine, but I didn’t want bahis şirketleri Emma to think I was a total peasant, so I decided it was worth splashing out.Saturday came around all too quickly. I’d persuaded my parents to lend me the family car for the afternoon, as it was a bit of a drive to my favourite picnic spot, and arranged to meet Emma by the old Clock Tower.It was such a lovely warm day that I couldn’t bear to spoil it by wearing a bra, so I just put on a strappy top that allowed my breasts to swing free. As long as I was careful about bending over, I was still more or less decent. I put on a pair of very short denim shorts that showed off my legs. I told myself this was just for comfort, but I hoped Emma would like what she saw.Judging by her reaction when we met, she approved of my choice. She was wearing a different sundress, red and white this time, and it was clear that she was as unsupported on top as I was. From the smooth way her dress hung around her hips, I had a feeling she wasn’t wearing any knickers either.“I love your shorts, Annie,” she grinned. “That top’s nice too. And I’m glad you feel the same as me about bras. It’s definitely the best thing about having small tits – being comfortable without one.”“I agree. And that’s a lovely dress.”“Thank you,” she smiled, wriggling her top so her breasts bounced delightfully.After a drive of a few miles up the road past the golf course, I turned right down a smaller lane. A mile or so further on was a lay-by where I knew I could safely leave the car, and from there I led the way on foot to my favourite picnic spot. It can’t have been more than a mile and a half, but even so, we were both quite hot and sticky by the time we got there. We followed a marked footpath along the edge of a field for a while, but then scrambled down a steep bank to a much less well-trodden path that led through a small copse, before emerging by another field.“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” asked Emma. “This doesn’t look like a proper footpath at all.”“It isn’t,” I admitted, “I only found it by accident myself. But it’s not far now.”I led the way around the edge of the field, which was full of golden wheat that was almost ready to harvest. Then the path took a sharp turn to the right and down a little slope, and suddenly emerged by the side of the river. We were on the inside of a wide meander, with a grassy sward leading down to a patch of shingle on the inside of the river-bend. We disturbed a pair of little wading birds, which took off in a flurry and flew twittering upstream to bahis firmaları find a quieter spot.“Oh wow,” said Emma, impressed. “This is amazing. I thought I’d walked all up the river, but I’ve never seen this bit before.”“That’s because the main path goes higher up, the other side of that wood,” I said, pointing across the river, where a low but vertical cliff was surmounted by trees. Over the years, the river had gouged away quite a lot of the cliff, leaving a deep, dark, shady pool. On this hot sunny afternoon, the still water looked very inviting.Emma thought so too. “That water looks lovely,” she said, as we laid out our picnic blanket on the grass. “I could just do with a refreshing dip after that hike.”“It does,” I agreed. “I wish I’d thought to bring my swimming costume. I have swum here before, and it’s perfectly safe. It gets quite deep under the cliff, though the water’s a bit cold out of the sun.”“Now I really fancy it,” said Emma with a pout. “I bet nobody else comes here either.”“I’ve certainly never seen anybody,” I said.“Right, I’m going in,” she said. And with one smooth movement, she pulled her sundress off over her head, leaving her fully naked and confirming my suspicions about her lack of knickers. “Come on, Annie, you strip off too. Last one in’s a sissy.”I was momentarily stunned by the sight of Emma’s naked body, in particular, the dark neatly trimmed bush between her thighs. I’d recently had a full wax, and for a moment was embarrassed by what she might think when she saw my hairless pubic area. But there wasn’t anything I could do about that now.Wearing just her sandals, Emma picked her way across the shingle to the river’s edge. Then she kicked them off and gingerly stepped into the shallow water.“Hey, it’s not that cold at all,” she said. She turned to look at me, her dark hair dangling across her face, her small firm breasts swinging gently.God, she was gorgeous. I wanted her so much. But I tried to banish all sexual thoughts from my mind, and quickly pulled off my top. Emma watched as I undid my shorts and tugged down my lacy little panties, revealing my hairless mound. Then I tiptoed gingerly down to the water and joined her in the shallows.“It’s warm here, but just you wait ‘til you get over under the cliff,” I said. I waded out a bit further until I felt the riverbed start to slope sharply away beneath my feet. Then I took a deep breath and plunged forward into the water. The cold took my breath away for a second, but it wasn’t actually as bad as I’d expected. I heard a splash behind me, and Emma swam kaçak bahis siteleri up.“Oh, this is lovely,” she said. “It’s so refreshing. And I love skinny dipping, don’t you? I bet you’ve swum in the nude here before.”“It’s true, I have,” I admitted, as we swam slowly towards the opposite bank. “The first time I came here by myself I wore my bikini, but once I was in the water I took it off, and it was much nicer.”“I wish I’d known about this place before,” she said, floating on her back with her breasts and pubic mound poking up out of the water. “I’d have come here all the time. Thank you for showing me.”I found myself staring at her nipples. The cold water had made them perk up like little acorns, and the dimples on her areolae were standing up as well. She caught me looking.“They get so hard in the cold water,” she said. “At least, I think that’s what’s causing it.”I must have blushed at this, because she smiled, then splashed me with water and swam away giggling.We stayed in the river for a while, swimming and splashing. I tried not to stare too hard at Emma’s naked body, but I couldn’t help glancing at her beautiful bum and perfectly shaped breasts. I’m sure I caught her staring at me too. But I persuaded myself I was imagining it, and that she was just enjoying the water.“I’m hungry,” announced Emma eventually, sploshing out of the river. “Let’s have something to eat while we dry off.”She sat down on the blanket and began to unpack the picnic basket. She made no attempt to cover her nudity, so I didn’t either. It was so nice to feel the warm sun on my naked body.Emma was delighted when she found the bottle of “Whispering Angel”.“Oh wow, my favourite!” she said. “let’s have some now!”I passed her the corkscrew.“I’m afraid the glasses are only plastic,” I confessed.“Never mind, it’s what’s inside that counts,” she said, pouring us each a large one. “Cheers, Annie! Thanks for inviting me.”We “clunked” our plastic glasses and tucked into the picnic.After a while, I realised Emma was peeping at my bare pubic mound.“Sorry for staring, but you look nice down there,” she said when she realised I’d seen her. “Did you have it waxed?”“Yes, just before I came back from uni. My boyfriend likes it like this. When I just shaved it, I used to leave a bit of hair on the mound, but you know what guys are like. They see porn stars on the net with all their hair off and assume that’s what normal women do too.”“It does look lovely and smooth. I may get mine done. Do you mind if I touch it, just to see what it feels like?”She said this with a shy little smile and reached out her hand.My heart began to beat faster. This was it; she was going to touch me.“Sure; of course,” I said, trying not to sound too eager.Emma put her fingers on my plump, bare mound and stroked it gently.

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