THE BREATH OF INNOCENCE
This is the spin off story from The Courtship of Rachel and the start of a planned series with Anna's Secrets but I wanted to lay the groundwork for that series and so I've changed the name from An Accidental Seduction to The Seduction of Anna. I don't know how many stories are in it but let's see how far I can push the envelope. Sorry about the length if you'll pardon the pun, I was going to split this one up but decided to release it as a complete story instead.
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There's an enduring lesbian fantasy about being a woman's first and it's even potent when the woman in question is a virgin. It was one of my fantasies too but I had resigned myself to the fact that it was just a fantasy. Granted it happened to others but not me and then one day it did and so here I am sitting down to tell you about Anna. She was the woman I seduced in Marysville way back in July, 1983 and reconnected with some eighteen months later in a lesbian nightclub in Fitzroy. Anna and I are friends, she's a lawyer and I'm a detective so we see each other from time to time in court. However, despite our colourful past Anna and I will never rekindle an old flame for the third time, there's a thing to be said about tempting fate.
But first a bit of background history. I went from high school into the army purely because my dad was ex army. He'd been in the Korean war, the Malayan Emergency and was a captain during the Vietnam war, based out at Canungra training recruits destined for the jungles of South Vietnam. Mum died in car accident in February, 1982 and that was a major deciding factor when it came to my future in the army. Initially I'd been keen on a full length career but dad was on his own and I was an only child. Call me soft hearted but I loved the old bastard even when he was a pain in the arse but when I got discharged I found I was at a loose end.
We lived in Marysville at the time, a tiny town 34 kilometres north east of Healesville to the east of Melbourne. In the winter the population swells because it's close to the ski resort at Lake Mountain. During the warmer months we get a lot of bikers in town, Marysville is bisected by two perfect biking roads, the Black Spur and the Reefton Spur. Due to the idyllic beauty of its Mountain Ash forests it's also an ideal place to build a retreat. We had a few Christian ones just outside town and Anna was doing part of her course at one of them back in 1983. I was a barmaid at the White Dog in Lilydale. I did catering for a while in the army before I moved into transport and the pub was offering steady work during the week.
I could have earned more money if I worked weekends but I was not willing to sacrifice my weekends. The way I worked it was great. I stayed at a mate's joint in Coldstream during the week and went home on the Friday night to stay with dad. Jason was a good sort, he was a year older than me but unlike his peers he never tried to make a move on me. Jason was staunch, someone who'll walk down a dark alley with you without asking why.
I met Anna the last weekend of June, 1983. I was on my way back to dad's after my shift and as luck would have it, I had my spare helmet on the back and that really was luck. Jason had been at me for months to take his girlfriend for a spin and that week I'd finally remembered to bring the spare helmet. Back in those days I rode an old black Kawasaki 900 and it got a lot of looks from other Harley riders as well as my nickname, Biker Dyke.
I wasn't that far out of Marysville when I had to slow down for a car not far from a bend. The Black Spur is a treacherous road and I've ridden and driven it in all kinds of weather. One of the biggest hazards are the loggers bringing logs down to the mills in Melbourne and because it's a winding mountain road they can't always stop in time. If one of those trucks comes up your arse it's best to find a straight stretch and wave them past. Thus this car did get my attention and my first thought was, 'what an idiot.' The hood was up and I couldn't see the driver but as I roared past I saw a mop of long blonde hair and a skirt.
I must have been about fifty feet further on before I slowed down and turned around. It was pitch black on the forest road and when you're stranded at night on the Spur it can be worrying. I twisted the throttle and cruised towards the woman and she turned around to face me. Her eyes were wide, reminding me of a deer caught in the headlights and she definitely looked frightened as I came to a halt. By then I could see that she was a young woman in her early twenties and a good looking woman too. Her long blonde hair was styled in a manner reminiscent of my teenage crush Farrah Fawcett Majors. She wore a skirt, blouse and tight vee necked jumper and she was fiddling with something around her neck, a necklace by the looks of things.
"You having trouble?" I flipped the visor on my helmet.
She just blinked at me and I turned the bike off and repeated my question. It was only then she realised I was a woman.
"Um, yeah, I was just coming around the bend back there when my car died."
"Well, let's have a Captain Cook," I dropped the stand and eased off the bike, "you parked in a bloody bad spot, if a truck comes barrelling around the bend your car will end up down the side of the mountain."
"I'm sorry," she replied.
"Don't worry about it, we'll either get you going or push you further along the road. Where are you heading?"
"Marysville," she replied as I undid a buckle on my saddlebag.
"Me too," I undid the other one, "can you hold a torch?"
"Yeah I can."
"The name's Maggie, you got a name?"
"Anna. Anna Hanford."
One of the benefits about working in transport was the fact that I got to move around, someone further up the food chain must have had his arse kicked because I got experience in the workshop and that has stood me in good stead over the years. Granted, diesels are different to petrol engines but they work on the same principle and I soon nutted out two potential problems.
"It's either your coil lead or the coil," I told her after she'd cranked the engine a couple of times, "easy enough to fix though."
"Oh," she frowned, "so, will the garage in town have one?"
"Frank? Oh he will but he'll charge you an arm and a leg," I straightened up, "but I've got a better idea. I've got an old bomb sitting at home that gets cannibalised for spare parts now and then. It's an old Kingswood but it's got a new coil, I fitted it myself while I was still in the army."
"But this is a Corolla," she replied.
"A coil is just a bloody coil," I shrugged, "you can mount it on your engine and it'll still work, it's yours if you want it, free of charge."
"Free?" Anna looked past me, "okay, as long as it's going to work."
"It will but first we need to push you further along the road and then I'll run you into town," I shut the bonnet and wiped my hands on my jeans, "where are you staying?"
When she told me I did blush.
"Oh, right, I'll watch my language then."
"I wasn't offended by your language," she replied, "you didn't know where I lived and now that you do it still doesn't offend me."
"Now that's different," I replied.
Between the two of us we got the car further along the road and before she locked it I popped the distributor cap and removed the rotor button.
"Here, stick that in your handbag."
"What is it?"
"The rotor button," I replied, "even if someone manages to hot wire the car it won't start without this nifty little device and I don't know of any car thieves who carry one in their pocket."
"Good to know," she dropped it in her handbag and I handed her the spare helmet and then glanced down at her legs.
"Be a bit cold on your legs but it's not far to go."
"I can manage," she looked down at her skirt. It was one of those buttoned skirts and she undid a few buttons and then swinging her leg over the seat, tucked the skirt around her thighs and offered me up a smile.
"Thank God I wore this today."
"Thank God indeed," I remarked as I put the helmet on her head, "okay, just lean with me and we'll have you home before you know it."
