>>2217205The game started when Medea finished explaining about the box. Because the girls had been all day long through already grueling physical activities, between each point scored five minutes of rest were necessary. It was a curse in disguise, and one good reason for Natty to have accepted the ‘doubling down’ thing. The girls had spent five minutes standing around, walking or sitting; and the only cover they had was the perfectly transparent fence. Natty on the pink panties and her opponent on the blue ones had their body glistening with sweat, both their white shirts nearly transparent and sticking to their bodies.
Natty was wearing a white brassiere; even through her shirt it was easy to make out the elegant pattern of concentric spirals the cups of her underwear had; it was expensive and cute, but an awful choice to wear in a sports event. Wasn’t she wearing something different last time?
The other girl didn’t even have that. She was a cute brunette with some dumb-looking blonde highlights that probably one of her friends had done and failed at doing them right. Her back was facing me, but from the glimpses I got to her face, she looked younger than me. Medea answered me a question I made about the girl; the brunette had lost her bra shortly before Leslie and I arrived.
The girl’s breasts – her name was Diane according to Medea and to Jill’s statements –, were of comparable size to mine; I would say a little smaller. They were perky and her nipples started pointing out of her shirt, showing their shape but not their color; the only fully transparent parts of her shirt were on her shoulders, the middle of her back and the superior part of her bosom.
