"Camping With Anna - Ch. 02" is the continuing true story of a road trip in the summer of 1997 with my best friend Anna.
I had just turned eighteen and recently finished high school. Anna was a few months older and we were travelling together, camping at beaches along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia.
On the first night we had swum in the surf and walked together along the beach naked. Later in bed we had watched each other masturbate.
That night, with Anna's love, support and encouragement, I had embarked on a sensual journey of discovery that would lead me to explore my sexuality and eventually discover myself.
It is the morning on the second day of our trip. The journey continues....
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I emerged from a deep, refreshing sleep, aware of the cool morning air as it gently caressed my bare skin, and the salty, tangy smell of the ocean.
I could hear the roar of the surf as it surged relentlessly towards the shore and the sound of birds calling to each other in the trees outside our tent.
Anna was asleep next to me, her breathing slow and rhythmical.
I could smell her scent, bringing memories of the previous night flooding back, memories so vivid and erotic that they caused a flood of a different kind to surge through my loins.
Anna and I were both eighteen and had just finished school. We'd been best friends for as long as I could remember, and to celebrate the end of our final year twelve exams we were on a road trip along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria.
On the first night we'd camped at Bridgewater Bay, a beautiful beach about thirty kilometres from Portland, and unless it was just a dream we had shared, what was for me the most sensual, erotic and liberating experience of my life.
For reasons I didn't understand at the time, I wasn't particularly interested in or popular with the boys at school or any of the guys at the tennis club where Anna and I both played. I was rarely asked out on dates and most of my spare time was spent with my girl friends.
At eighteen I was already quite tall, having almost reached my full height of one hundred and sixty eight centimetres. I had tiny, almost non-existent breasts, a small waist, flat belly and narrow hips. My butt was small and tight and there was little evidence of any feminine curves.
I liked to think of myself as athletic, but I'm sure there were times when, except for my long dark hair, I could have been mistaken for a slim teenage boy, and my androgynous appearance was occasionally the source of some ridicule and embarrassment to me at school.
Apart from being a little on the skinny side - even now I only weigh fifty-two kilograms - I thought I was quite attractive. I had the same soft brown eyes, a warm, friendly smile and great legs.
Sexually I was very naive, my only experience being with a boy from school who I dated for a few weeks. In an extraordinary lapse of common sense and good judgement, aided by an excess of Champagne at my eighteenth birthday party, we were intimate.
As it turned out he was not all that nice and I soon discovered that he was only going out with me for one thing. Unfortunately, it was too late when I realised that he only fucked me so he could have bragging rights with his mates and enhance his own reputation by being the first one to "screw that skinny, stuck up bitch".
Skinny, yes. Stuck up and a bitch, never. Still, his words hurt, as did the stories he spread at school, including the one about me being 'as flat as a tack and easy to nail'. A 'carpenter's dream' is one of the more flattering expressions he used to describe me.
I had trusted him and given him my virginity. All he gave me in return was a broken heart and a bad reputation.
After that experience I was even less interested in any romantic involvement with guys and was confused by my increasing attraction to other girls, particularly Anna, who I often saw naked in the showers at the tennis club after we practised during the week and played our matches on Saturdays.
At Anna's suggestion, and to be like her, I had recently taken to shaving my pubic hair. I thought my bald pussy made me look like a young, prepubescent girl, but she said she liked it that way and I was surprised by how much it excited me to please her.
For some time I had been very aware of my sexual desires which were often overwhelming. I masturbated a lot, sometimes two, three, even up to four times a day in an attempt to satisfy my need, but it wasn't enough. I knew there must have been more to it, but I didn't know what it was and often cried myself to sleep, weeping tears of frustration and anger into my pillow.
And now, on our camping trip the previous night with Anna had changed everything. I knew that I taken the first tentative steps on a journey of discovery, one I was sure would allow me to explore my sexuality and lead eventually to an understanding of my feelings and emotions.
Today was a new day and I was eager and excited to see where it took me. Somewhere outside a magpie was warbling, telling me it was time to get up and get on with my new life.
I opened my eyes and saw the faint glow of dawn heralding the start of a new day, even though the sun had not yet made its appearance above the horizon.
In the soft, early morning light I watched Anna as she slept next to me, unaware of my adoring gaze.
She was naked, lying on her back, her slim body stretched out on her sleeping bag. Her head was slightly to one side, her long, dark hair fanned out across the pillow. Her eyes were lightly closed, her soft, full lips parted, moist and inviting.
She was smiling as if she was dreaming of something pleasurable or someone special. I hoped she was dreaming of me.
She looked so beautiful that my heart skipped a beat, and I struggled against a burning desire to take her in my arms and wake her with a kiss to tell her that I loved her.
Like Anna, I was naked; my clothes discarded the night before and no longer required. The damp, salty morning air was invigorating and cool against my bare skin that tingled under its soft caress.
My nipples were hard and aching, not because of the cold but in response to my growing arousal as I watched Anna sleeping peacefully next to me.
I closed my eyes. Did last night really happen or was it simply a dream? I couldn't help wondering, and I was afraid that what to me was so real possibly only existed in my mind - a fantasy, and perhaps just a product of my vivid imagination.
Slowly I opened my eyes.
Anna hadn't moved and was still sound asleep. I turned onto my side facing her, and propped myself up on one elbow to have a better view of my sleeping beauty.
