FIRST LOVE AFFAIR
“…She asked if she could rest with me…”
My first love affair. Do you want to hear it?
I have been wondering lately if everyone remembers their first real experience with the opposite sex.
My own experience happened like this …
I was a 20-year-old virgin living in a rural area in Gippsland, down in Victoria.
There were very few opportunities for country blokes at that time getting deflowered by a girl, as we were all very Church of England and disgustingly conservative.
One afternoon I was walking by myself out in the bush.
After walking for miles, I laid down to rest beside a little creek and closed my eyes to nap.
After some time I became conscious of a shadow falling over me and I opened my eyes to look into the face, the very beautiful face, of a young blonde girl who looked like an angel straight from heaven.
She was so dream-like I thought at first I was off into one of my teenage fantasies.
When she spoke, I knew she was fair dinkum.
She asked if she could rest with me for a while.
I couldn’t believe my luck.
This beautiful young girl wanted to lie down beside me on the warm sand and, with any hope, initiate me into the mysterious joys of sex.
Then she whispered: “We could light a fire here beside us, if you like, and spend the whole night here together.”
Like it?
Crikey, my blood was boiling like a billy and I could hardly speak a coherent word to this luscious little sheila from paradise.
When the sun set, we cuddled up close to the glowing embers of the campfire and I was quickly lulled into a state of peace and tranquility I had never before known.
The weariness took me over and soon I fell fast asleep, my last memory being the scent of her hair and the soft warmth of her body pressed close to mine.
When at last I awakened, it was early in the morning, and I realised that the girl was standing upright and was looking down at me with a look of concern and puzzlement on her lovely face.
Weakly, I said: “I must have fallen asleep …”
Quietly, she replied: “Yes, you did … I’m just going for a walk over that hill. I won’t be long.”
Then she turned and walked away towards the horizon, slowly disappearing into the mist and shadows.
To this day, I have never seen her again.
-C. Logan, Hobart, Tasmania.
