First let me give you the background to the situation. I am Greg and am not exactly a typically handsome man. I am carrying a little excess weight around the belly, and my short neatly trimmed beard divides opinion of all who know me; either they love it or hate it. Adding in the fact that I wear glasses and don’t have any sense of style, I am always being written off as a nerd.

The focus of my affections, Sarah, is by no means the ideal beauty that the press portrays; she was by no means skinny. Instead she was curvy. He smile would melt my heart every time I saw it. Her dyed red hair framed her pale face, the contrast showing off her features perfectly. To me she was and still is a curvy gorgeous goddess.

Secondly let me give you a brief explanation of the situation. I was at my second Sealed Knot (the premier English Civil War Re-enactment society in Britain) event in four years. I was twenty three at the time and she was twenty. I had known her for four years by this point, and I had been kicking myself for over a year for missing her signals when I first met her. I missed my first opportunity to be her lover, all because I was late to realise how perfect we would be together, it took me three years to realise.

She drove me too this event in the English Midlands at a country house. The car journey was long and I couldn’t take my mind off of the gorgeous twenty year old driving me. My mind raced remembering what she'd told me, any little detail that I could use to help me achieve my goal.

To be her boyfriend.

My mind kept returning to a simple two things that she'd told me. The fact that she didn’t feel like she deserved to be in a loving relationship, and the fact that she had sex with one of the re-enactors in the regiment we were part of. She was talking about who would be going to the muster and what I should expect at the event. She let slip a titbit of information she hadn’t before told me. The man she had slept with was married and his wife was meant to be coming.

My mind was a blur. I started to feel insecure, nervous. I struggled to find topics of conversation. All I wanted to do was tell her how I felt about her. All that ran through my mind was that this was going to be a long weekend. After setting up our tents we set up for the night at the living history area, where the few members of the regiment were, we started to drink. Silence. Awkwardly comfortable silence permeated the group. Slowly conversations started to develop, my mind was slow, but the alcohol helped me to lose my nerves. As the light faded the mood became joyous.

"Greg it’s been too long," Sarah stately quietly, so only I would hear. Needless to say I was stunned, not quite comprehending what she meant. She looked at me before continuing.

‘It’s been too long since I last had sex,’ she finished as she took a long draft of her whiskey and mixer. It was all I could do not to choke on my Hulk (blue Curacao, Vodka and orange juice). The night progressed like this every time the conversations moved away from me and Sarah would tell me it had been too long since she'd last had sex. I couldn’t believe it, the girl of my dreams was telling me how long it had been since she had had sex. If she carried on like this all weekend I was going to go insane.

I enjoyed my night, trying to put her comments out of my mind. It wasn’t that difficult what with the alcohol flowing nicely and the fading light allowing us to relax more, especially seeing as I was an outsider in the group. My main moment of respite was when I was sent to gather fire wood. As I gathered the best pieces all I could do was think about Sarah and what it would be like to actually be her boyfriend. When I returned, adding the wood to the stockpile, I sat straight back down and had a sip of my drink. Sarah went to bed shortly after, saying night to me first and foremost, only saying night to the others when they saw her leaving. I stayed up about an hour or so more before kicking myself for not asking her if she wanted help to rectify the lack of sex situation.

I went to bed disappointed in myself.

The next day was warm and the public enjoyed interacting with us, watching the drill and skirmish. It was fun but I couldn’t get the night before out of my head. I should have said something. I should have followed through on my thoughts. Alas I didn’t, so I would have to wait for another opportunity. She spent a lot of the time after we were closed to the public hanging around her old flames. I am ashamed to admit that it got to me and I had to walk away from the group my drink in hand and just be alone for about an hour.

When I returned it was dark with only the light of the fire and a few torches to guide us. I was fuming after getting a drink and sitting down. No one had realised I was gone, or so I thought. I sat sullenly drinking my drink, contemplating that it seemed no one here cared for me. Sarah sat down and looked around.

“Greg where were you?” she asked with genuine concern. Now I had to be wise about this. I could lie and avoid embarrassment or I could tell her the truth. I decided a lie would be better so I told her I had to take a phone call from a friend going through a break up. She accepted this and I got more involved in the group.

She stayed by my side most of the night as the group started to drift away to bed. Eventually it was just three of us awake at midnight, the CO, me and Sarah. The CO ordered us to bed. I wasn’t drunk but Sarah was tipsy so required support to get her back to the tents. As we walked we talked, and she kept saying how long it had been since she had had sex. Half way to the tents, as we entered the tree line, she stopped and pulled down her trousers and peed against a tree. All I thought was 'god she is beautiful and sexy.' Once she was properly dressed she took my arm again.

I didn’t move. Instead I turned to face her and kissed her passionately. Initially she was shocked, but she soon melted into the kiss, kissing me back. When we broke apart I smiled at her and she smiled at me. We both knew what was going to happen and neither of us was unhappy about it.

“Your tent isn’t big enough,” she grinned telling me we would be going to her six person tent rather than my tiny two person tent that barely fitted me in. We entered her tent where I didn’t even zip it up. Instead I focused on stripping her so I could see the gorgeous body that I both lusted after and was in love with, using the light from my head torch. I looked at her for a bit as she lay down and watched me. I stripped as she looked at me, my cock already hard in anticipation. She smiled as she saw my cock and I stayed still so she could appreciate my body. I turned and zipped up the tent before moving to her.

I kissed her as I lined my cock up with her pussy. She turned off my head torch so as not to have our actions silhouetted to the campsite. I kissed her neck as I pushed my cock slowly into her tight warm inviting hole. We both started to moan loudly. Not wanting to wake everyone up I kissed her to quieten us down. I held still in her cunt loving how it felt for a while.

I pulled back, nearly puling my cock out of her. I drove my cock fully into her as hard and deep as I could. She loved that, so I carried on fucking her in that manner, my cock moving rapidly in and out of her glorious pussy. She rocked her hips to meet my thrusts, her hands scratching down along my back. Her passion and lust in the moment was clear to any idiot. I knew I wouldn’t last too long. Her quivering pussy was milking my cock.

She kissed my shoulder. The kiss turning into a bite to stop herself from screaming as she came all over my hard, throbbing, thrusting, thick, dick. As she came all over my hard cock I lost control and thrust deeply into her as I started to unload my balls, filling her pussy with my cum. I stayed in her as I rolled us onto our sides.

“Mmhm, this wont be the last time Greg,” she whispered before falling asleep.