Oh My God, I cannot believe my luck escaping from my mother and her endless parties and boyfriends that seem to haunt our house during the Christmas holidays. Kate had been my greatest friend since we commenced as boarders at a Catholic Girls College in the city. Although I lived a matter of kilometers from the school my dear mother decided it would be easier for her and the current boyfriend if I were out of the way while Kate, on the other hand, came from a huge sheep station known as McClenaghan's Farm.
As I refer to my dear mother a lot I think I should explain a bit about her. Although she has always said that I was a mistake she has basically cared for me. Due to being married and divorced three times she has ended up quite well off but this hasn't stopped her working the odd brothel or night club when she gets bored. Her biggest trouble is that she has to be the center of attention and so almost every weekend there are either parties or she is out with her latest boyfriend. My life changed when I commenced year seven and met Kate whose parents almost became my second parents: if there is such a thing.
I had spent many of my school holidays at the McClenaghan's and so the farm had become my second home. I even kept a few clothes and essentials there just in case of a flash visit which happened whenever my mother had to travel a long way from home on 'secret boyfriend business'. This time I was here because Mrs. Mack had promised mother that she would drive me with Kate to the flat that she had bought for us to live in during university: we were both commencing a degree in Rural Science the following February.
With the day's temperature rising into the mid-forties it was not a good day to travel by train. Although the carriages were airconditioned it was so hot that the air-conditioning couldn't cope so I sat with my blouse stuck to my back thanking God I had won the fight with my dumb mother about whether I wore jeans which were her stupid selection or my favorite general-purpose above the knee dress.
I loved my bedroom at the farm. It had a huge window looking across the home paddock all the way down to the big bend on the Murrumbidgee River where Kate and I would go swimming, or some early mornings take our fishing rods and catch rainbow trout which seemed to love the big pool on the bend. The room was furnished with a double bed which seemed huge next to the small cot I had at home and a beautiful red cedar wardrobe. Best of all there was a lovely red cedar cheval mirror which stood on a beautifully carved stand.
As the evening meal at the farm were always semi-formal, I stood before the mirror naked debating about what to wear. It was dammed hot and although the window was open there was no movement of air, so I watched beads of sweat run down the shallow valley of my small inadequate breasts. It's not that I hate my breasts that I refer to them as being inadequate. It's just that when at school and all the girls my age had what we called mature breasts mine were small and uninteresting. At first, I just thought I was slow maturing but when I turned eighteen I gave up and since my friends referred to them as inadequate I decided to adopt the name.
Other than my breasts I am five feet seven with unruly black hair that no matter how much time or money I spend it seems to make its own decision on the current style. My face is nothing exceptional other than a gold filling between my two front teeth which for some reason had decided to develop with a large gap between them. At school my friends were undecided about this some saying it was incredibly sexy: Kate was one of these. While others had varying reasons for not liking it where the most bazar was that it would attract white slavers: what if!
Having always been athletic I am quite slim although my hips are somewhat out of proportion. The next problem happens to be my pussy which is covered by another unruly bush of hair with a mind of its own. When at school we were not permitted to trim or shave our pussies, but the Nuns made an exception where I was concerned because my hair continued growing almost up to my navel which caused embarrassment when I was competing at interschool gymnastics.
