Jacquie grew up on a remote outback property. She did her schooling by distance education, at first through a crackling radio connection, and latterly by Internet. Every semester she attended a regional conference for senior high school students. It was a rare opportunity to mix with others her own age. Back at home, the nearest neighbours were 100 miles in each direction. Her siblings were two brothers 12 and 14 years older. When she was a kid they had been away at boarding school, then university, and now they made their lives in the city. Neither had any interest in the property.
Jacquie, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to learn the jackeroo (cowboy) trade and eventually run the family property. Her parents, on the other hand, wanted her to marry a boy from the bush and help him run their land. Their plans included Jacquie taking an accountancy and bookkeeping diploma so that she could look after the business aspects, while her partner did the man's work.
Times were tough, so Jacquie, unlike her brothers, was not sent away to boarding school. When the time came, there was enough set aside for her to attend the agricultural college in the largest town, 500 miles south. As well as offering a good farm business course, it also attracted the boys from the bush who were learning the more 'manly', practical side of farming and station work.
None of this, of course, fitted Jacquie's ideals. She never wanted to marry, and she certainly did not want to be confined to the house. As soon as her lessons were over each day, she burst outdoors. She was happiest riding her horse or motorbike, swimming in the creeks and dams on the vast property, hanging out with the jackeroos. She would scrape her long blonde hair back from her face, secure it in a single pony tail and push it up under her Akubra hat.
Jacquie plotted her destiny very carefully. When the time came, she kissed her loving and misguided parents goodbye, and enrolled in the college course they had chosen. As soon as she got to the town, however, she ditched the course and enrolled in a combined station management/mechanics course.
Each week Jacquie wrote or called home. She was able to relay to her parents her excellent results, and by disguising the course names slightly was able to keep them off the scent. Her mother made (at first) discreet (and later overt) enquiries as to whether Jacquie had "met anyone"? By which of course she meant husband material. Jacquie assured her mum she was mixing with a wide range of great guys, none of whom she was romancing, all of whom would one day settle down into farm or station lives. After six months, she started introducing the name Chris into the conversation regularly. "Chris is also learning all about the business of farming" she said, rather ambiguously, never mentioning exactly in which course her new friend was enrolled. Her conversations were peppered with references to Chris. Mum was delighted that at last her daughter had met someone with whom she seemed quite taken. At then end of the three year course, Jacquie decided she needed to get more practical experience in the life she wished to pursue. She wanted to find work as a jackeroo, learning the trade from the bottom, and the rough end up. She made contact with several employers in the remote northern part of her country, thousands of miles from home. Eventually she found a position, and wrote home, telling her folks she was off to the city for practical work experience in her field of endeavour. She mentioned the large accountancy firms which were hiring trainees.
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Jacquie had been attending the distance education seminars in Big Town for the past 3 years. In her final year of school she found herself billetted with a new student who had recently moved from the city. A townie, she brought big city ideas with her, and spoke in a rapid staccato which was rather different to the laid back drawl Jacquie used. Kristina was a self-assured young woman of southern European descent, with an olive complexion and dark, ringletted hair. The most immediately apparent feature which set her apart from the other, country girls were two visible tattoos, one adorning her upper arm, the other peeking out on the top of her breast, always visible because of the lowcut singlet tops she wore. The first day, Jacquie sat next to Kristina and noticed that while the singlet top had wide, gaping sides, Kristina's didn't wear a bra. Her firm, large breasts were clearly visible from the sides. Jacquie couldn't help sneaking glances at both tits and tatts as often as possible.
That night, after Jacquie and Kristina had unpacked their bags for the week long stay, Kristina threw off her top, shorts and panties and pararaded nude straight into the ensuite shower attached to their room. Inhibition was clearly not on this girl's agenda! By contrast, when it came Jacquie's turn, she took her boxer shorts and tshirt into the bathroom with her, undressed in the limited space, and contrived to don her night attire there as well. Kristina didn't bother with night clothes, slipping gracefully between the sheets of her single bed without the benefit of fabric between her and the sheets.
The two young women made some small talk in the dark as they got to know each other. They exchanged brief biographical information, and then, eventually, Jacquie ventured: "I couldn't help noticing your tattoos .... Um, did they hurt?" Kristina laughed and said "Like hell! But my girlfriend dared me, and that was that!"
Jacquie didn't quite know where to take that statement, but she felt a tingling sensation between her legs, and was conscious of a sense of moisture gathering when Kristina said the word "girlfriend".
"I suppose you have lots of girlfriends?" Jacquie asked.
"Oh, yes, but so far noone serious" replied Kristina.
"I haven't had much opportunity to spend a lot of time with others my own age" said Jacquie, "Though of course, I am friends with some of the boys and girls from these seminars, and have many on-line pals on the Internet."
