My Destiny

Welcome to the next chapter of Elizabeth's journey to find her path and destiny in life. All characters that engage in sexual activities within my story are fictional and over the legal age of consent.

My story plays out in Australia, but I have tried to minimise local slang and keep specific place names neutral for ease of reference to the reader. Distances vs time, which is referenced, is close to the mark; Australia is a big country.

I have introduced PTSD and veteran injuries within this chapter. What I describe in this chapter is based on a friend's actual experience, although the total number of injuries this veteran received has been minimised at his request as he didn't want the readers of my story to get upset.

This story is a journey, and previous chapters help bring it together; in saying that, I have reset the characters in this chapter just in case, this is your starting point.

As always, I appreciate your feedback and comments.

Note, This is version two for this chapter; the grammar and punctuation are greatly improved thanks to the generous assistance of Kenjisato, who has given his patience and expertise in proofreading my work

Version 02, Please enjoy

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The early morning sun began to fill the room, illuminating the bed and the two young women entwined in each other's arms. The bed is a mess, and discarded clothes lie on the floor. If your first impressions could be they had enjoyed an erotic night together, you wouldn't be wrong.

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I was awake before the sun rose. I loved this little cottage, as the main bedroom window faced the ocean and allowed the rising sun to fill our room. Nothing is more special than watching the early sunrise while holding your sleeping lover. This has been my luxury for over a week now, and each morning seems more memorable than the last.

Hi, my name is Elizabeth Richards, but everyone calls me Beth. I am from a very old and wealthy family. It was a rather sterile childhood for me, while my twin brother was afforded every opportunity you could imagine. I wasn't denied opportunity; in fact, I became a very accomplished musician and athlete and was allowed to take up photography as a hobby. These outlets and my thirst for knowledge and languages kept me busy and out of my parents' way.

My mother was standoffish with me but still influenced my independence. In her way, she pushed me to be independent and always excel in whatever I set my mind to. My father, though, just seemed to resent the fact I existed. He had his heir with my brother Eric, so I was the spare. As far as he was concerned, my destiny was to become an obedient housewife to whatever candidate he chose. Well, that was his plan until I rebelled and fought back, which resulted in a savage beating and me having my innocence and virginity stolen. My rebellion also saw me exiled from my family and sent to Australia to finish my schooling.

It has been over six months since I was packed up and sent away to boarding school on the other side of the world, and to be honest, I have never been so happy in all my life. I have a fantastic group of very close friends, and due to my mother's secret influence, I have been able to fund my new passions of gliding, flying, parachuting and now scuba diving. Each of these interests has resulted from my various friendships, and like everything I have done in my life, I have thrown all my energy into becoming the best I can be.

I spent the first half of my Christmas holidays with my best friend and lover, Bella, and her parents on their property. It was a fantastic experience, and I learnt so much about myself as a young adult and a passionate lover. I wanted to stay with them for the whole holiday, but we had already arranged for me to return to the city and share some time with my friends Annie, Michael, and Julie, the lovely lady sleeping beside me.

Julie came into my new life not long after I arrived in Australia. She was from the law firm my mother had commissioned to look after my finances and welfare during my enforced exile. My mother directed the firm's principal to assign Julie to my case and even gave her custodian rights to me.

Julie was only a few years older than me and had not long passed her bar exams before we met. She is about six feet tall and athletic, with firm, upright, B-cup breasts, shoulder-length bright red hair, and emerald green eyes. When we are together, we are regularly asked if we are twins due to our nearly identical looks. She is a passionate scuba dive instructor and was the one who got me involved in the amazing underwater world. We became good friends from the first meeting; we felt comfortable and right in each other's company.

Our similarities don't stop on the surface, though, which I discovered the first time we changed into our swim costumes before my first scuba pool session. Julie was being modest as she stripped off but slipped on the wet floor and fell behind on the change bench, her legs spread, exposing the most amazing sight I have ever seen. Like me, Julie has a very large clitoris poking between her lips. It was gorgeous, slightly darker than mine, but the same nice smooth tip and it was erect, like mine when I am aroused. In the brief moment, Julie showed me her "secret", I was mesmerised and thought I was the only person to be "deformed" like that. The sight was enough to get my excitement flowing.

Julie regained her composure, noticed I was staring, and tried to cover herself with embarrassment, which broke my stare and forced me to turn away from my embarrassment, mumbling my apologies. But when I said, "

I thought I was the only one

", Julie just looked and stared before asking me what I meant by that comment. I turned to face her, hooked my fingers into the hem of my shorts and panties, took a breath and exposed my now very erect and aroused she-penis.

Julie's eyes lit up, and she let out a low moan but, fortunately, didn't say anything to embarrass either of us further. I was thrilled that I wasn't the only freak around but also very aroused that it was Julie who shared such a strange yet erotic addition to her perfect body.

Julie was an absolute professional as she worked through the dive training curriculum. Even the mandatory swimming assessment was covered, even though she knew I was like a fish regarding water. Working one-on-one made the lessons fly by, but we also ensured we stayed in close contact. I think I was on the edge of a climax when she first helped me into the dive equipment, especially when her hands brushed against my breasts. I knew she would have felt my very erect nipples, but she kept her poise and didn't show any emotions.

We worked hard, only taking small breaks, but by the end of the day, I had achieved all the required training milestones and was assessed as competent to proceed to open water. After we packed and loaded the dive equipment we would need into my Hilux truck, we took a quick shower before heading home. We didn't try to hide our nakedness; in fact, we were probably quite flirty with each other. I was aroused but also aware of our surroundings and my friendship with Julie. I had strong feelings for her but also didn't want to fuck-up our friendship.

That night, we had a leisurely dinner and an early night, as we would be up before sunrise for the drive up to Hervey Bay, our home for the next week. Over dinner, I caught Julie looking at me several times, but we kept our feelings and hands in check. I needed the assistance of my trusty vibrator to ease my pent-up frustrations before I was able to get to sleep that night.

Before sunrise was an understatement; we were heading north by four a.m. It was a good thing I was an early riser. Apart from my first-ever breath test and permit check, the trip was uneventful, and I earned another five hours in my learner's logbook.

Our first stop was to pick up Julie's boat from her storage shed and transfer it to the marine service workshop, where she had arranged for a service to be carried out. Then we headed to her beach house to drop our gear and food supplies. She told me her father had been close friends with the property's owner, and when he died, Julie had taken over the lease for the same token amount. It was a sturdy but straightforward house and offered enough services to cater for her diving holidays. But the icing on the cake was its location, with unobstructed views of the ocean, which was just 50 metres from the back door. It was terrific, and when I saw the view, I embraced Julie, kissed her on the cheek, and expressed my gratitude for her taking me to her private retreat.

Despite catching her unawares, she hugged me back before we separated. But not before we became aroused enough for our nipples to come alive and show themselves under our tops. Apart from our smiles, we didn't mention our new points of focus. We quickly settled into our bedrooms before changing and heading to the dive shop.

I intended to get my own essential equipment and wet suit so I could stop using the school's gear; however, a couple of hours later, we left with a complete set of equipment, including a new dive computer and a couple of tanks. I also treated myself to some new underwater camera equipment and housings. Also, despite her protests, Julie was the proud owner of a new regulator set and updated dive computer. I told her it was my Christmas and her pending birthday gift, which swayed her. This time, we kissed when we embraced for her to thank me. It was light and gentle with more than a hint of romantic intention. When we finally separated, we didn't let go of our hands. We turned and walked to the coffee shop for an early lunch before heading to the first beach dive spot.

We managed to switch off our passion and arousal long enough for us to get through most of my training, leaving only a boat dive and night dive before I qualified. After we recharged the air bottles, Julie informed the shop's divemaster of our intended location for the evening dive. We headed home for a couple of hours of rest and something to eat.

We managed to keep our nickers on, so to speak, not wanting to start something we would not have the power to control. That didn't stop us from flirting and sneaking the occasional kiss. We reluctantly took separate showers before hitting the sack for a well-earned rest. It would be a long evening, so we wanted to be rested and fully alert.

While I was amazed at the new world I had experienced during my dives in the afternoon, it was nothing compared to what I witnessed at night. The sheer beauty and abundance of sea life were incredible. Julie's experience made up for my overwhelming enthusiasm, as she pointed out many things I overlooked. She was amazing and looked graceful as she moved through the water with me. Her wetsuit did nothing to hide her curves, adding to her beauty.

It was late before we got our equipment cleaned and secured, and we could finally hit the shower. We were both knackered, but the excitement of the diving experience was bubbling inside of me. Julie offered me the first shower; however, I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She didn't put up a fight, but you could tell she was in conflict. The age wasn't a barrier, but Julie was technically working for my mother. I understood where she was coming from and left the door open. I stripped out of my swim costume, gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and stepped into the shower.

After a few minutes, I started feeling slightly disappointed, but the screen opened, and a naked goddess stepped in. I didn't want to push too hard and scare her off, so I offered her a sponge and turned so she could wash my back. At first, she was tentative and gentle, but as she became more relaxed and excited, she applied more pressure and started to explore my sides with her spare hand. She leaned forward and whispered

, "If you turn around, I can wash your front

too."

When I turned in her arms, I took the sponge from her hand and took over her bath chores. I kissed her gently as I washed her breast, drawing circles around her nipples with my fingers. I bend down and kiss each nipple, which elicits a low moan. I drop the sponge so I can place my hands on her hips as my kissing of her breasts and nipples becomes more intense. I nip and kiss each of her wildly aroused nipples until she shakes in what I assume to be a mini orgasm.

I release her breasts and sink to my knees; the smell of her sex is intoxicating. Her lips were perfect, and her erect and engorged clitoris and her she-penis seemed to have grown in size to make her arousal. I controlled my urge to grab her hips and push my face into her womanhood. Instead, I licked her from the base of her lips to the tips of her waiting clit. I rolled my tongue around its base and nipped the baby-pink tip. Julie was pumping her hips into my face, trying to give herself satisfaction with my tongue.

Her hands press the back of my head as I push my tongue and two fingers as deep as I can into her hot sopping-wet pussy. As I worked my magic, her thrusts became more urgent, and her breathing strained as her orgasm began to build. I knew she was about to explode when she held my head firm against her sex, and her thrusts stopped. Her knees began to shake as she let out a sudden scream of pleasure. Her nectar gushed over my face and into my mouth. I tried my best not to waste any, but her flow was unbelievable.

She seemed to roll from one climax to another, which gave me my climax that shook my body. I kept up my tongue and finger fucking until she pulled me away and collapsed in front of me. I kissed her deeply and held her in my arms in our post-coutil embrace. We stayed like that until the water went cold, which brought us back to reality with a start and a giggle.

After we dried one another, Julie took my hand and led me to her bedroom, telling me the view was much nicer in the early morning light. Fatigue robbed us of any more passion that night, but we fell asleep with Julie spooning me, her head nuzzled into my neck, her arms holding me tight.

The following morning, I was woken by one of the most magnificent sights on earth. We had forgotten to pull the curtains the night before and were rewarded by the sun rising over the ocean. The cloudless sky and crystal transparent colours were breathtaking. That, along with the warm embrace of my lover, made me feel so alive.

I could wiggle free of Julie's embrace to visit the toilet and wash the last remnants of sleep from my face. I wore enough clothes to cover up and enjoy some outside time while the coffee brewed and our breakfast pastries warmed. The place was amazing; the house sat on a full acre of land except for the back, which backed onto the beachfront; the property line was full of established trees and hedges, which gave total privacy. There was a covered area off the back of the house and the mandatory gas BBQ.

I was so engrossed with the beauty I failed to hear the arrival of my lover until she placed her hands around my waist and kissed my neck. I turned in her arms and kissed her gently and with love. She smelt divine and looked just as erotic as the night before with her messy hair and ever-present smile. She was wearing a light bathrobe loosely tied around the waste, which did nothing to hide her breasts from my view. She saw the lustful look on my face but stopped me with, "

Not before coffee

." Which was enough to break the moment and give us both the giggles.

We took our coffee and breakfast to the beach to marvel at the beauty and peace. Julie told me the owner and her father were marine biologists and worked together since they graduated from university. Julie's mum used to dive but had to give it up when she got sick with fibromyalgia. She went a little sad when she mentioned her mum had died in her father's arms right where we were sitting, and her ashes were scattered in the ocean in front of us. After her mum died, her father threw himself at his work, never resting until one day, he never surfaced from a dive; his heart gave in. I placed my arm around her while she put her head on my shoulder. I gave her space while she remembered her parents and let her know she had my support.

She eventually raised her head gav, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and said, "Thank you", her arm around my waist. We just sat in our thoughts, watching the waves roll in. She then broke the silence and told me she had been adopted at birth, but it never mattered as her parents gave her more love and support than she ever felt she deserved. At that moment, I felt a tinge of jealousy and sadness. I had everything I could have wanted growing up except the love and attention of my parents, yet in the space of a few weeks, I have enjoyed the company of my friends and families who had the gift of love and compassion when growing up, who said money brings happiness.

Julie snapped me out of my little mood by kissing me on the cheek and jumping up and dropping her robe. She started to run towards the water, yelling at me to hurry along as we had a hectic day ahead. I took seconds to discard my clothes and join her in the cool water. The shock was invigorating and cleared my mind of leftover sleep and my negative thoughts. I swam out to the deeper water to join Julie, and we embraced each other while treading water. An excellent exercise workout, especially with the passionate kisses and our crotches rubbing together. Amazingly, this close contact was enough for my body to go into overdrive and let go of its first climax of the day. As I released, Julie held me tight and kissed me hard and deep as she followed me over her own erotic peak. We swam for a few more minutes while our emotions came back into check before we headed back to the house, hand in hand and as naked as the day we were born.

Julie's description of a busy day was the biggest understatement I have heard. We started on the dive boat at 0800 for the first of two morning dives. The first was to complete my training, and the second was purely so I could enjoy the new world opening up for me. What made it all the more exciting was that Julie had transitioned from my instructor to dive buddy. Her confidence and excitement were contagious, as was her glorious body.

After we returned to the dock, cleaned and refurbished the equipment, we went to the marina to pick up Julie's boat. It was at this point I knew I would need to find a suitable tank rack for my truck due to the amount of equipment and spare bottles required to feed my new addictive sport. We had eight bottles between us, and they were a nightmare to secure. Fortunately, Julie's mechanic friend Greg came to my assistance. He was a veteran who had survived numerous deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq before a roadside bomb ended his military career. He hit absolute bottom due to a failed marriage, which saw him lose access to his children, 24/7 pain and bias from his friends and those in his community. Julie had walked in on him as he was about to pull the trigger on the pistol he had in his mouth, which changed his life for the better.

Julie blushed bright red when he swept her off her feet in a hug, a bear hug followed by a kiss. I received a similar welcome when he saw me behind her. Greg was an adorable guy, so full of life and laughter. He also worked out in seconds that we had a thing going between us when he gave Julie another kiss on the cheek. He spoke at one volume, loud, and his smile was infectious. After he hooked up the boat to my Hilux, Greg noticed the mountain of dive of bottles in the tray and gave me a raised eyebrow any annoyed mother would be proud of. He threw me his car keys and told us to have lunch for an hour and remember to bring back coffee. He also gave me a book on maritime rules and told me to study for my license. He laughed at my confused look, but Julie told me she would explain it over lunch.