Thanks for reading my
Pink Orchid 2024 for Women-Centric Erotica Challenge
story. It may be fiction, but the facts behind it are real. The Benanee Settlement District was an attempt to open up a large area of south west New South Wales to agriculture, which failed miserably and was subsequently erased from history, apart from newspaper articles of the time. Nurses who volunteered to go to war worked in atrocious conditions, and when they returned were completely forgotten by their country and expected to go back to being doting housewives.
This is my small acknowledgement to both of these historical travesties.
The three women, Jo, Daryl, and Vicky pop up in a couple of other of my non-lesbian stories. This is a prelude to those.
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(Riverina Recorder, 3 July 1912 -
400,000 ACRES OF LAND TO BE IRRIGATED. A RIVAL TO MILDURA!
Mr Beeby recently announced the Government's intention to carry out an enormous scheme of redeeming 400,000 acres of land now useless, by conserving the Murray River waters.)
"Well, that sucks," Daryl growled as she slammed the lid of her laptop.
Vicky looked up from her text book, the beanbag she was sitting in slowly enveloping her small frame. "Ok. Anything specific, or just things in general?"
"The Fuckulty has decreed that as of next year, the only electives allowed will be those that have some relationship to our course."
"That does sound sucky. So?"
"I was promised that archaeology would run next year, but I'll have to think of something different now. Damn! It really looked like fun."
"Oh. It's a bit rude to do that so late in the year. Guess that means Creative Writing 201 is not on your list of acceptable subjects either."
"No. Which I'm also not happy about. I was having fun writing, well, you writing about LittleRed and her friends with Jo and me testing scenarios with you."
"Mmm. Yeah. Certainly makes a Saturday night go quickly. And cheaply."
"Thank god for high speed internet and porn in hi-def. Anyway, so now I have to pick another cruddy subject I really don't want to do. Fuck me..."
"Not now. I've got too much study. And please get another bag of beans in this. It might be fine for your big arse, but it swallows me," Vicky said, struggling to stand. Daz laughed, reached under her armpits and lifted her straight up. "Thanks. Anyway, do you have the promise in writing?"
Daryl frowned, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've got the original email. Why?"
"Go for something like Breach of Contract. Dunno if it'll work, but it's worth a try."
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(Riverina Recorder, 8 May 1912 -
THE BENANEE LAKE SCHEME
The proposal is to cut the land up into blocks varying from 1000 to 3000 acres, sufficient to give each man 300 or 400 acres for cultivation and enough grazing land to carry 1000 sheep. Mr Beeby has practically promised to find the money for the experiment.)
Vicky was in the Uni cafeteria with a few of her classmates when she was lifted out of her chair, spun 180, crushed against two mountains of familiar boob and kissed passionately on the lips. A loud 'Ooo' went around the caf, and Daryl's presumed status as a lesbian was confirmed in more than a few minds. Vicky - the jury on the cute little redhead was still hopeful she was at least bi...
"That was a brilliant idea," Daz said, hugging Vicky. "They went with it."
"Geez, a bit of notice next time, please. This is really embarrassing," gasped Vicky. "Went with what?"
"The breach of contract idea of yours. They ummed and ahhed, but finally agreed that if the Archaeology School is ok with it, then it's considered a Directed Study elective. If it can be related to an engineering area, so much the better."
"Cool. Can you let me go now? I'd like to finish my lunch before the next class."
"Sure. Sorry, just pretty excited. It was always a toss up between engineering and archaeology for me to study, so I'm really happy they're at least ok with the concept." Daryl bent down and kissed her friend on her cheek. "Thanks for the idea. Catch you later."
Vicky watched her friend practically dance out of the cafeteria. She'd known Daryl for less than a year, but it was the lightest she'd seen her move. Normally she stomped everywhere.
"So, was that your girlfriend? She's pretty strong," asked one of her male classmates.
Vicky laughed and shook her head. "No, not a girlfriend in the way you're thinking. We're doing Creative Writing together, and I helped her out with a Faculty problem for next year."
"Fair enough. She just looks like a dyke, even though she's flashing a big pair of tits," which got him some serious glares from the others around the table and a hard punch in the shoulder by Vicky.
"Fuck off, Damien. That's my friend you're talking about."
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(Riverina Recorder, 4 Jun 1913 -
BORDER RAILWAYS. MINISTERIAL PRONOUNCEMENT.
A ministerial party visited Euston a fortnight ago after inspecting the Benanee Lake country. The party was much impressed with the country and the lake.)
"Here you go girls, triple vodka and raspberry lemonades. Don't drink it all at once, or if you do, don't spew over the carpet. Mum'll kill me."
They carefully sipped the drinks, and as expected, gasped at the amount of alcohol in them.
"Fuck, Jo. You really don't need to load them up so much. Anybody would think you're trying to get us pissed so you can have sex with us," coughed Daz.
"Well, duh. Of course that's her plan, the horny tart. You should have figured that out by now," said Vicky, carefully sipping her drink. "The alcohol is just to kill any bugs in our mouths before we do anything."
"They don't worry me. I'm doing nursing. Germs and other bugs are going to be a daily issue. Anyway," Jo said, plonking herself on the couch between the other two, "that's for later. How'd your chat with the dirt scratchers go?"
"Pretty good," replied Daryl, taking a careful sip. "They've enrolled me in the Certificate of Archaeology, and waived the fees because they need the numbers for it to run. I have to squeeze it in between my major studies, but it should be doable. The only issue is at the end of the year, they have a ten day field trip to a local site for the practical test, but they also want me to undertake a site inspection of my own that's engineering related."
"That doesn't sound too bad, so I guess there's another catch."
"Not really. It's all pretty cruisy. They've left it up to me to research a site and present the proposal as to why I want to study it. That's going to be part of the assessment."