Set in Australia in the early 1960's this story is based on actual events in the life of two young people.
The difference is that I have tried something new – just to see if I could! I have written this story from the point of view of the girl. This is based on what I recall of her emotions, things she said and what we shared all those years ago. We knew each other very well and I like to think that I have captured something of that wonderful girl who made my life so special at the time.
I hope you like it!
Like yesterday I remember the wonderful feeling of those summer days the year I finished school. I had more than 4 months before starting University and apart from swimming training and upcoming state and national championships I was free to enjoy the freedom of being an adult now that school was over.
Mum and Dad seemed very pleased that I had put a huge effort into my final exams and fully expected me to get the University place I wanted so much. My swimming was going well too and there was even a chance of making the national team.
We trained at an open air pool and that year I didn't start serious training until after my exams so the water had warmed up by the time I started arriving at 6:00 am 6 days a week. We trained for up to 4 hours in the morning and then came back again at 3:30 for another 2 hours. There were usually 30 of us in our squad and about 10 of us were in our late teens and either just finishing school or at Uni. We were a close knit bunch of guys and girls and several were already Olympians or national representatives.
There were also a number of boyfriend / girlfriend relationships in the squad which was understandable when we spent so much time together training and going to various events together, sometimes involving travelling and staying for several days in another city. The previous season I had become quite interested in a boy from the country who came to join our squad. Tom was a very promising swimmer who had excelled despite not having a coach and swimming officials arranged for him to join our squad. Tom had also just finished his final exams and we started back into serious training together. We soon renewed our friendship and as the days went into weeks we became closer and started spending time together during the day between our training sessions. Pretty soon our coach made comments about us being an "item' and we started arriving and leaving holding hands.
It felt good to have a boyfriend and as Tom was living with another squad member's family, he was often invited for meals at my home. It was an almost euphoric time and Tom and I moved along with our relationship to the point of being inseparable. My parents liked Tom and so he was always welcome at our place. Tom had a car and I had the use of the family "spare" to get to training but most often we were together in Tom's car which had lay back seats! We would spend hours in his car parked at the beach kissing and cuddling. As it was summer, we wore very little, usually shorts and t-shirts which meant we were getting a fair bit of skin to skin contact. Gradually we allowed our emotions to get involved and we soon realised that this was more than either of us had experienced before. We were in love and it was the best feeling in the world.
With so much training our daily routine usually involved a sleep between sessions and when there was nobody at my place we tried to sleep together on the daybed on the back veranda. Little sleep was achieved and our hormones were running wild. But, we sort of knew the bounds and didn't get carried away. There had been no intimate touching to this point although I could feel Tom's erection when he lay on top of me and he would occasionally "accidentally" brush his hand across my breast. It often got pretty hot and we both knew that it would be so easy to move things to another level.
I was so horny, an expression I now understood and on several occasions I headed to the bathroom as I was so wet I feared my wetness would run down my legs. On these occasions I had to touch myself and it was just divine. I had pleasured myself quite regularly for a few years and whilst it was very enjoyable, I had the feeling that there must be something more. Of course I had talked about sex with several girlfriends and I knew that there was this super pleasure called orgasm. But I wasn't sure if the feeling I had when I played with myself was orgasm or not. I suspected that there was more to come . . .
One hot afternoon just before we were due to head to training Tom was on top of me on the daybed and before I knew what had happened, I had my legs around him and we both began to thrust into each other. As usual we were both wearing shorts and I had a t-shirt on. Tom had his hands under my back inside my top and we were kissing furiously. The breathing was heavy and a few moans escaped us both.
Tom was in exactly the right spot and his hardness was pressing into me in such a way that I was turning my pelvis up to him and gripping him tightly with by legs. Suddenly Tom thrust his hips forward harder than before. His body went rigid in my arms and he made an almost agonising sound. Our heart rates were right up there with what we experienced at the end of a race.
I knew that Tom had "come" and I loved him for his restraint and for expressing his love and desire for me in this way. I was left wanting more and when Tom went to the bathroom, I raced to my bedroom, stripped off my shorts and sodden knickers and threw myself on my bed, my hands furiously trying to prolong the feeling. I wanted more but I didn't quite know what.
Tom tapped on my door and asked if I was OK. I grabbed a robe, put it on and told him to come in. Tom stood just inside my room and smiled a little sheepishly. "Sorry Jen, I didn't mean to let that happen – but I couldn't stop. I just want you so much . . ." he said with love in his voice.
I held out my arms to him and told him that it was OK and that I couldn't stop either. I was sitting on the edge of my bed and as he walked towards me I could see the wet patch on his shorts. At the same moment he looked down and saw my shorts and knickers on the floor. We both laughed and suddenly a barrier was swept away. We both knew that we each wanted more.
"We'll be late." I said and dashed into my bathroom with fresh clothes. I left the door open and I knew that Tom could see me in the mirror on my bathroom door. But I wanted him to see me. I didn't look up but I knew he was watching. When we got in the car he said: "Jen, you are so beautiful. It was all I could do to just stand there." We drove to training with Tom holding my hand when he wasn't changing gear.
My family had a beach house up the coast about 2 hour's drive where we had been a few times on Sundays with Mum and Dad. The next Friday we were training in the morning and with a meet coming up on the weekend at which we would both be competing, we got the afternoon off. I casually suggested to Tom that we should spend Friday at the beach house. We agreed on this plan and my heart skipped a beat. Tom kissed me and we both knew why we were going there.
We left straight from training and had a fun drive listening to some of our favourite music on the radio. We arrived at the house and as it was such a magnificent day we decided on a swim in the sea which after pounding up and down a pool was kind of fun. We did more cuddling and kissing than actual swimming and again I wrapped my legs around Tom in the water with him just touching the sand and bouncing up and down.
