It was my friend Nina who brought him, and from the first instant when we were introduced I knew and he knew. It was like a jolting electric current passing between us as our hands touched. We looked into each other’s eyes and there was the recognition: “This is the One.”
They had come with a group of girls, daughters from the nearby farms and the small township of Boorinda. Pretty, laughing girls enjoying a lovely summer afternoon and swimming in our pool. They too had eyes for him but then, apart from my father, he was the only other male present.
“This is my cousin Rod,” Nina had said. “This is my friend Selene. “Rod is on vacation from the university; I hope you don’t mind my bringing him.”
“Mind,” I thought, “What a ridiculous question. You have brought my destiny.” I smiled and said, “Of course not, you are very welcome, Rod.”
“Thank you,” he replied. The timbre of his voice sent a delicious shudder through my body, and I felt a tingling sensation in my clitoris, and my nipples began to firm.
All us young ones were on vacation from something – the local high school or more distant colleges or university. We were all in our late teens and pulsating with that wonderful energy of youth that is both emotional and physical. Rod was a little older and perhaps quieter than the squealing females.
My parents had suggested inviting my friends over for an afternoon swimming party and tea, and now the giggling chattering girls went into the house to change into their swimming things. My father said to Rod, “Come with me and I’ll show you were you can change.”
The swimming prepared girls began to emerge from the house clad in bikinis or similar maximum exposure gear. Their lovely young bodies glowing with good health and, as I thought looking at them, “They are like beautiful flowers ripe for picking.”
If by ‘picking’ one meant sex, then I have to say that many of the girls had already been plucked several times over. My little blossom had not been gathered thus far. After-party struggles in the cars of hot blooded escorts there had been, but so far victory had been mine. You see, I had always known there would be “The One.” Now he had entered.
I had not yet changed into my own swimming gear, so I went into the house and stripping off, put on my rather modest one piece bathing suit. I had a little piece of minor philosophy concerning this. It went something like this: There was no point in exposing in a tempting manner what I did not propose to give. When the moment came for me to give myself to a man in sexual love, he would see me naked and would be ready for him.
I went out to the pool and saw Rod talking with my father clad in his swimming briefs. His splendid body tapered from broad shoulders down to narrow hips, and pressing against his briefs was the outline of a large sexual organ.
He was laughing at some comment from my father and in doing show he displayed splendid white teeth behind full lips. He ran his fingers through near black hair, and sensing my presence as I knew he would, he glanced across at me with smiling dark brown eyes.
In that moment I sent him a message. “We have plenty of time, my love.”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment as if trying to collect his thoughts, then in my head I received his answer, “Yes, I know my love.”
I cannot say I was the most physically attractive girl at the gathering. My figure was good but not as splendid as some now on show. My breasts are moderate in size and firm, but not as overflowing as some I could see. It may be arrogant of me to say so, but I tended to be a bit more serious and intelligent than most present. In short, for the predatory male there was more succulent prey than I ready and willing, than on the surface I would appear to be.
None of this mattered, for Rod and I knew beneath the surface. At the first moment of meeting we recognised the other half of our beings. Our physical appearances mattered little, although I must admit it was very pleasant to realise that one’s life partner was such a handsome man.
Rod hardly came near me all the afternoon. The girls made much of him, and some were clearly bent upon getting him to bed them before the day was out. He was polite to them played with them in the pool, but made no moves that indicated he would end up in any of their beds.
Some times he would look across at me and instead of the electric jolt of our first meeting; the sensation was now a tingling that rippled through my body. My clitoris was pulsating with desire for him and my vagina wet.
Strangely, as ready as I was for him, I felt no sense of urgency. The moment would come when it was due to come, and we could afford to wait in patience.
So the afternoon lazed by with the guests and me swimming or stretched out on garden lounges chatting, eating and drinking the food and drinks supplied by my parents.
Late in the evening the party began to break up, and Nina and Rod came to me to say goodbye. Nina gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “A lovely afternoon, Selene, thank you.”
Rod took my hand, not so much to shake it as to hold it, and said, looking into my eyes,”I shall see you soon.”
“Yes,” I whispered, “Very soon.”
Nina overheard this brief exchange and looked at us curiously, but said nothing.
The two of them went off to thank my parents, and then departed along with the remaining guests.
As we began the process of clearing up, my mother asked, “What did you think of the young man?”
I smiled, “He’ll do.”
My father laughed, “He’ll do for what?”
“Whatever life brings to him, I suppose,” I replied.
“Didn’t see you talking with him very much,” mother went on.
“If she was interested in him she had plenty of competition,” father grinned.
I failed to resist temptation and said, “I don’t think I had even the tiniest bit of competition.”
“Arrogant hussy,” father said with a laugh.
“It’s your entire fault Harry,” mother jokingly chastised him; “you spoilt her thoroughly.”
The pair of them went into one of those teasing mock arguments of mutual recrimination, with me as the subject. They ended up cuddling me and telling me how grateful they were to have such a lovely daughter.
Their “lovely daughter” decided it was time for bed, and after showering to rid myself of the chemicals used in the pool, I climbed gratefully into bed, naked as usual, and contemplated the afternoon and Rod in particular.
I began to gently caress my breast with one hand, and circled my clitoris with a finger of the other hand. I tried to imagine what it would be like make love with Rod. One day it would be his hand on my breast, his finger circling my clitoris, of this I had no doubt.
Meditating on these things, I began to feel drowsy and must have slipped into sleep; at least, that is how it seemed. Yet was it sleep? I seemed to be still aware of lying in the bed, my hand still on my breast, finger still in my vagina, but unmoving.
Perhaps I was dreaming, but I felt a strange pulsing sensation that spread throughout my body, and slowly I seemed to rise from the bed as if drawn up by some magnetic force in the ceiling. I found myself hovering between the bed and the ceiling and looking down, saw myself lying in the bed, hand still on my breast, finger still in my vagina.
For a moment I was frightened, but on discovering that I could move simply by willing myself to do so, I calmed down. I was in control, or thought I was.
I allowed myself to float up to the ceiling, and instead of bumping against it I passed straight through into the roof space then out through the tiles into the night sky.
There was a full moon spreading its light over the land, and I heard voices murmuring, “Selene moon goddess, Selene moon goddess,” repeatedly.
