Afternoon in the Pool-1

My name is Amee. I am 24 years old and I am currently working as a volunteer in a remote community educational project in Southeast Asia. The conditions are very Spartan and the nights are long, my only enjoyment being my thoughts, fantasies and fingers.

Like many girls I suppose, I remember every delicious second of my first sexual encounter with a boy. I often think about it when I masturbate, (which is quite often in this place,) so, for no other reason than that I was terminally bored, horny as hell and craving for the feel of the soft, silky touch of a girl against my naked body, and/or the deep, urgent thrusting of a guy between my thighs, I decided one evening to document my first time experience for my own pleasure. When I started to write, I couldn’t seem to stop, and, when I had read what I had written, I thought that it would be interesting to share my story with others and discover whether I was just a horny slut, or, if there were others out there who might be interested.

My parents own a cattle station in a remote part of northern Australia and my early schooling years were home tuition via the School of the Air. I didn’t get to meet many people of my own age during those years until I was 16 when I attended a Catholic boarding school for girls in Adelaide. The school had very strict social rules but, for the two years I was there I made some really good friends, all girls of course as we were never allowed to be in company with boys unless we were closely chaperoned by a member of the staff.

I was a rather shy and reserved sort of a girl, due to the fact of my remote upbringing no doubt, and I found it rather difficult to make friends at first. With the exception of my two elder b*****rs, I had virtually no experience of interacting with boys and no sexual education whatsoever. Our homestead was about 400 km from Darwin, and my parents and b*****rs always made sure that I had minimal contact with the station workers, in case one of them deflowered little Amee!

I made one very special friend at boarding school, Bobbie, she was also from Darwin. Her father was married to a Singaporean lady. Bobbie was a beautiful girl, the same age as me, I was very envious of her good looks, a typically Eurasian stunner, slim, delicate and perfectly proportioned, she has a beautiful, smooth, light olive complexion with straight, jet black hair that falls to her waist and frames the doll-like features of her face and deep, black almond eyes. Her breasts, whilst small, were firm and exquisite. I, on the contrary, was ultra slim to the point of being skinny, blonde, unruly hair and virtually no breasts to speak of. Our friendship however became very close.

Both Bobbie and I decided that we wanted to attend Darwin University, and when we left boarding school at 18 we were both accepted. Both of our parents agreed that I could board at Bobbie’s house during the uni’ semesters.

Bobbie’s parents were filthy rich and they owned a huge house on about 20 acres of land with a huge swimming pool and tennis courts just outside of Darwin. It was a wonderful time of my life and our relationship developed on to a whole new and sensual level.

Bobbie’s step-father had a son from a previous marriage, his name was Brett. He was twenty one and was a typically bronze, good looking, athletic Aussie’ boy and a full time, post grad’ student at Uni’. Bobbie and I both had a mad crush on him, we thought he was an Adonis, but he was much older than us of course.

Although we were both virgins, Bobbie was a very extrovert sort of person and seemed to know how to interact and flirt with the boys at uni’, I, on the contrary was quite the opposite, shy and nervous, especially in the company of boys. Whilst neither of us had ever actually been with a guy, we would, like most girls of that age I suppose, spend hours talking about boys and sex as if we had a world of experience. We had a beautiful relationship and we grew closer every day.

I had my own room at her house and Bobbie had a huge bedroom with a TV and video player. Most nights I would sneak into her room and we would turn the air conditioner up high and curl up together in our pj’s under the sheets in Bobbie’s bed and watch TV or video’s and talk for hours until we fell asl**p.

Bobbie had a habit of flirting with her step-b*****r Brett and would tease him at every opportunity, It was obvious that he was attracted to her, but I think he was a bit intimidated by her because he was a several years older than her, also he had a girlfriend.

Our sex education at that stage consisted of ‘Penthouse’ magazine and porn video’s, a secret store of which Bobbie had found one day when she was sneaking around in Brett’s room when he was out, so she would occasionally pinch one of each and we would read the magazine and play the movies in Bobbie’s room. So we knew all about boys, (or thought we did.) How their cock’s got hard when they were with girls and we would talk about how it might feel when they put it inside you. We would hold our breath in anticipation when the guy on the movie pulled out of the girl and she would masturbate him until he came all over her tummy, and we would wonder what it would feel like to feel a guy ejaculate inside us. We even shaved our pubes so that we would look like the girls in the movies.

When it was very late, I would go back to my room after watching those porno’s and reading the magazines with Bobbie and lie in bed with the lights out and re-run those sex scenes an magazine pic’s in my imagination, masturbating as I did so. My thoughts it seemed, were permanently obsessed with sex. Barely a night would go by that I didn’t finger myself to orgasm.