Anna and her mother lived in New Zealand then, in a house that stood alone on a spit of land that jutted out Westwards into the Tasman Sea.
Jenny was staying with Anna during the long summer holiday. The two girls had met at school. They were in different classes, but when they reached sixteen, they moved into a special class, more like being at college. Both were popular, slim and pretty with their own circle of friends. There were boys at the school, but like most girls their age, Anna and Jenny found them irritating and pointless.
The garden sloped toward the water ending abruptly before a sharp drop. Steps carved in the rock made it possible to climb down to the beach below and the sheltered lagoon. The beach was stony. One stone, in particular, was the girls’ favourite. It was round and flat, resting on other stones and like a huge table. The sea, the sand, and the storms had worn the table’s surface perfectly smooth, and the two girls loved to lay on it and sunbathe, and it was here the two girls first had proper sex. They had kissed and fondled before that, but they went all the way on that big flat stone.
During the weeks before the long summer vacation, Anna and Jenny had spent most of their free time together. Anna’s mother cared for them equally, and they soon saw themselves as twin sisters. They spent a lot of time admiring each other, their looks especially. There was no embarrassment when they saw each other’s unclothed bodies. In time their friendship deepened, and they freely shared the deepest of secrets.
When Anna’s mother was at work, the girls wandered around the house and garden wearing nothing but skimpy tops. On these occasions, they became more and more aroused and openly touched themselves.
Then, one day something happened, and their lives would never be the same again. Anna and Jenny were swimming in the lagoon. Both girls swam well; on this occasion, they dared each other to head out past the headland and into the open sea.
The water was much less calm than in the shelter of the lagoon. The girls coped well until Jenny was suddenly seized by panic. Anna was close by and heard her screams. Soon Jenny was being bourne back to the comparative shelter of the lagoon in Anna’s arms.
Once on dry land and wrapped in a towel, Jenny burst into tears. Her eyes met Anna’s, and at that moment, they both realised they were in love. Whereas before, they played together as innocent as kittens, they suddenly became shy of one another.
The sun was sinking, and the colours on the rocks, the stones and each other’s bodies were exquisite. With looks of blank astonishment, the two girls kissed and clung to one another as if their lives depended on it. Already familiar with each other’s bodies, there was a moment of uncertainty. But it was Jenny who took the initiative here, so she climbed onto the big smooth rock and lay back with her legs dangling over the edge of the smooth stone.
Anna reached up and pulled down Jenny’s bikini bottoms and slid her hands under her hips, lifting her a little as she covered her lover’s sex with her mouth and began to lick the moist and salty-tasting folds of velvet flesh. Jenny collapsed onto her back, feeling the warmth of the stone, her arms spread wide, and she discovered what it was to be loved like this for the first time in her life. Then she uttered a whimpering cry, and Anna felt Jenny’s hands in her hair.
The climax came quickly, and Anna felt her mouth being pressed harder against her lover’s hot and sopping-wet vulva. Then she climbed onto the stone, and they clung together the way they had in the water when Jenny had panicked.
They kissed and kissed, and Jenny tasted herself on Anna’s lips. It was now Anna’s turn to sprawl with her legs spread wide as Jenny kissed her way down her sister’s body, finally setting in the warm wet delta between Anna’s thighs. The evening sun kept them warm as they lay together, hardly moving as their young minds began to come to terms with what had just happened.
From the kitchen window, Anna’s mother saw the girls walking hand in hand through the long grass to the house, and she smiled to herself.
Soon the girls were showered and wrapped in towels as they allowed themselves to be led into the mother’s bedroom. It would be hours before all three finally fell asleep.
