It is day two of our camping trip and Anna and I are somewhere near Port Fairy on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia.
We have spent the previous night at Bridgewater Bay and this morning, after a brief encounter with the police, who booked us for camping illegally - now really, I ask you - we had packed our tent, loaded the car and were on the road again.
Little did we know, as we cruised happily along the highway, that we were about to have another brush with the Law.
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Ingenue
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Fortunately, Anna was driving when I heard the siren and turned to see the red and blue flashing lights of the police car behind us.
It was day two of our trip, and we were on the road somewhere between Bridgewater Bay and Port Fairy, two of the small but very beautiful beachside towns on the Shipwreck Coast in Victoria.
Anna glanced in my direction. "Shit Catherine, what can they want? I can't have been speeding."
She was right of course. Anna was driving my car, a white, thirty-year-old Volkswagen Beetle, and there was no way she could have been doing anything like the speed limit - it was a physical impossibility unless we'd been going down hill with a tail wind, which we weren't.
I leant over to have a quick look at the speedometer that indicated just a touch over eighty kilometres an hour. Even eighty, I thought, might have been a bit on the optimistic side.
"I've no idea, Anna. Guess you'd better just pull over and see."
She'd already put on the indicator and was slowing down as she prepared to pull up by the side of the road.
It was November 1997 and we'd both just completed our final year at school. We'd skipped the traditional end-of-year 'schoolies week' celebrations and left Adelaide, where we both lived, to go on a camping trip along the Great Ocean Road.
I was eighteen, very naïve and sexually inexperienced, and although Anna was only a few months older than I was, she was much more mature and very street smart. We'd been friends for as long as I could remember, and in many ways she was like the big sister that I never had.
At school I had a reputation as a tall, skinny, geek who studied hard and loved to play sport. My appearance has sometimes been described as androgynous, and as a teenager, had it not been for my long, dark hair and great legs, I could easily be have been mistaken for a young boy. I had a flat chest, small waist, and narrow hips. Even my butt was small and tight, and there was not much evidence of any feminine curves.
Needless to say, I was not all that popular with or sought after by guys who seemed to prefer girls with bigger boobs, shorter skirts and more interest in partying than studying English, Music and Art, going to the beach, surfing or playing a good game of tennis.
Foolishly, on the night of my eighteenth birthday, I gave my virginity to my first boyfriend, a guy I'd been dating for a few weeks. He was head prefect and captain of the school football team and most of the girls at school thought he was very hot. I was surprised and flattered when he asked me out a few weeks before and, I'm embarrassed to admit I was proud that he'd be my date for the biggest party of my life.
On the night of the party, I drank too much. I know that's no excuse, but at around two in the morning I found myself on my back, minus my panties and with my skirt up around my waist, getting fucked in the spare room of a flat belonging to one of his mates, where I woke up the next morning alone, hung over and sore.
As if that wasn't bad enough, by Monday afternoon the news was all around school. It seems the whole thing had been a very cruel plot hatched with a few mates. He wanted to be, as he told everyone, 'the first one to screw that skinny, stuck up bitch'. The bastard had even been showing off my panties that he'd souvenired as proof that he'd actually done it.
For a few weeks, I had to endure a lot of snide comments and knowing smirks but I knew it would pass with time, so I just buried myself in my studies and sport and ignored them. Looking back now, I see it as a lesson I needed to learn, and I know I'm stronger, more confident, and much more particular about how I choose my friends because of it.
Even though I was naïve and inexperienced, I still had all the usual sexual urges of a healthy, fit and imaginative young girl. I masturbated a lot and sometimes it worried me that my fantasies were mostly about other girls - like the ones I read about in the lesbian stories on Literotica, or the photographs in the men's magazines that I hid from my Mother at the back of my wardrobe. Mostly though, my fantasies were about or involved my best friend Anna. I realise now I was sexually attracted to her but at the time I didn't understand the feelings that haunted and tormented me.
I often saw Anna in the showers at the tennis club where we both played on the same team. Fascinated, I'd watch her as she undressed by the lockers then as she stood naked under the shower, soaping her gorgeous, young body. Whenever I could, I picked the shower directly opposite the one she was using so that I could see her as she washed her firm, round breasts, her flat stomach, her smooth, bald pubic mound then finally, between her legs.
There were many times I'd realise that I was holding my breath hoping that she would turn, as she often did, so that her back was towards me, spread her legs, lean forward and using the opposite wall for support, push her butt in my direction and wash between the cheeks of her arse. If I was lucky, I'd sometimes catch a glimpse of her gleaming, soapy, wet pussy lips at the apex of her long, slender, legs, before she straightened up and turned back towards me.
Occasionally she would catch me watching her and smile, but I always tried to pretend I was busy washing myself and hadn't noticed what she was doing. I'm sure she knew but never embarrassed me by really letting on.
Seeing her naked always aroused me, and almost every night after tennis practice, I'd go home and head straight to my room. Mum and Dad would usually be waiting for me to come down for tea but before I could eat, I had to attend to the fire that was raging in my loins.
