The Lovely Brit

*NOTE* This is my first story, so please leave comments. But most importantly, enjoy!




It was hot. Dreadfully hot. The thermometer read 88 degrees, but inside it felt like a sauna. I also happened to be in wool dress pants and a collared shirt. That made the heat even more unbearable. All I kept thinking about, however, was not the heat but the beautiful girl across the room. Her name was Ashley, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. She is about five foot four, has long, blonde hair that flows down her back, all the right curves in all the right places, and beautiful tits that match her body perfectly. Not too big but not too small. Just perfect. She was perfect.

Anyway, I should probably explain the situation. My name is Xander (pronounced Zander), and we were both 18 years old at the time. I’m six foot, have shortish brown hair, and I’m avarge weight. I was doing a play for school, and that required me to spend extra time at school. I’ve always had a thing for Ashley, well since ninth grade when I first met her, and we’d been good friends. She was British, hailing from London, England, and I often enjoyed talking to her about my favorite city in the world. I had always thought she had a thing for another friend of mine, so I never really made a move on her. Had I known the truth all along…but I digress. Back to the story.

So there I was, standing in my costume, baking under the hot stage lights and intense heat when our director said “Alright, you can all go and change into more comfortable clothing. I didn’t have to think twice about rushing downstairs to change. I put on my shorts and light tee-shirt and then walked back to the costume room to put my costume on the rack. I nearly bumped into Ashley as she was walking the same way. “Whoa my bad!” I said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said with a smile. It was then I noticed what she was wearing. It was a long navy tee-shirt that went down to her mid thighs, just above the knee. It was not form fitting, but I saw some of her beautiful curves through the fabric. “That’s an interesting form of attire, Ashley” I said jokingly, and trying to hide my now erect penis.

“Well, I did have shorts on under this before, but I think this is long enough, right?” she replied, seeming not to notice.

“Well I guess, nothing is showing.