Kristy and I have had the closest of friendships for as long as I can remember but, as the old cliché goes, nothing physical ever materialised out of our relationship. That is until and since that one unforgettable day when Kristy and I spontaneously undid years of plutonic friendship. I still don't know what it was, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the belting midday sun, or maybe it was just years of subliminal sexual tension finally given a chance to free itself. But whatever it was, it was certainly magnificent.
Since we were young children Kristy and I had been the closest of friends, our parents were good friends who saw each other a lot during our earlier years, and, for one reason or another the two of us just hit it off. We shared absolutely everything: toys, homework, secrets, and then, as puberty hit, sexual education as well. But it was sexual discovery without any explicit "physical" intimacy, just a sharing of experiences and fantasies, in the same way any two close same-sex friends do at that age.
On this day however we had grown out of puberty and had been through several partners, we were also well aware of each other's sexual history, lifestyles and current commitments. Kristy was 21; 11 months and 12 days younger than I and she was at the peak of her physical development. Her gloriously athletic body, the sculpted result of years of competitive outdoor hockey, combined with the impeccable bronze tan that comes from living and training in the tropical climate of the mid-eastern coast of Australia really did produce a positively stunning 5' 7" figure. Kristy's shoulder length, uniform brown locks, which she put up in a half ponytail when training but always let down for the night life, was highlighted with streaks of deep maroon and hung over her cheeks to frame her flawless tanned skin that rarely demanded the smallest application of make-up.
Kristy had always mocked me for my tendency to be less than discerning when we went out on the town and I was eager to pick up, "You're soooo easy!" she would accuse me, "if I acted like you you'd be calling me a slut!"
"But you do act like me, and you are a slut!" I'd retort sarcastically, receiving a punch in the arm for my vain attempt at wit.
Kristy certainly didn't have the monopoly on judging me though, not exactly being a stranger to the odd one-night-stand herself. There's no doubt about it, we are both confident people, we know what we wanted and, more or less, how to try and get it. And when it came to sex, we certainly didn't have the inhibitions our parents so desperately tried to instil in us, I put it down to our shared innate curiosity that was so clear from our young years. Now, from what I could gather from the stories Kristy told me about her lovers, she was fantastic in bed. She would often come over to my place and we'd sit around talking about our relationships, and it never ceased to amaze me just how strong her libido was. She once told me about a time when she was so horny at work all day that she came straight home, sat down in front of the TV, put on an "erotic film," as she likes to describe them, and made herself cum in two minutes, after which she was still so turned on that she called her boyfriend over, fucked his brains out for half an hour, then, still horny, sucked him until he was hard again and then rode him for another 45 minutes. Now obviously after hearing a few of these kinds of stories I got to thinking about what it would be like to be with her but when it came down to it, it just never seemed right to do anything. Anyway, the bottom line is that Kristy, my best friend, also happens to be a BIG hit with the boys.
Now this day I'm describing was about a month and half ago when we, along with her boyfriend and my girlfriend, had drove down the coast together, as we had done a thousand times before. We stayed at a cheap motel overnight and in the morning drove the rest of the way to our destination, a small town on the east coast of Australia famous for its deserted beaches and pure, clear water. We hired a tinny for the day, packed a picnic with plenty of beverages and set out into the Pacific to explore the small, uninhabited islands that pockmarked the bay. After half an hour or so of chugging around the small land masses we came across an ideal little island to stop for lunch. The western beach was sheltered from the ocean winds and waves yet too far out to be seen from shore. The little island was composed of pure sand, thickly covered in one certain type of tree that seemed to be devoid of leaves yet oddly dense in twigs and branches. We pulled the small boat onto the beach, laid out the towels on the vast stretch of sand between the waterline and the tree line, opened the esky and cracked open a beer each.
The sun was beating down relentlessly and the two girls decided it was a perfect opportunity for some sun baking so they stripped their clothes, and briefly modelled their bikinis for us to ogle at before laying themselves out on the towels, closing their eyes and soaking up the rays. Although quite content to sit and watch the two women stretch out in scant clothing, Kristy's boyfriend, Keith and I decided to try our hand at a spot of fishing so we wandered northbound up the beach in search of a good spot. An hour later and with not a nibble on our lines I decided to head back to the towels and refresh myself with some more beer while Keith, who has far more patience than I and fancying his luck would soon change, remained behind. When I arrived back at our spot my girlfriend, Jade was sitting alone on her towel, drinking a can of pre- mixed vodka.
"Hey sexy" I said, "what's doing?" Jade had stripped off her bikini and was bathing in the hot sun, obviously trying to remove those annoying bikini lines that comes with sun baking in more public areas.
"Just chillin'" she responded "Kristy's gone to explore a bit"
"Cool" I said, reaching into the esky and pulling out another beer. "It's pretty bloody hot over here"
"Yeah, I know" she grinned at me "all the better to tan with!" she added as she laid back down and closed her eyes, clearly intent on developing skin cancer in a single afternoon. By the time I'd finished that beer and cracked the next I was becoming quite hot and decided I needed a break.
"I don't know how you can do this Jade" I whined to my girlfriend "I'm boiling here!" I sat up and grabbed a vodka from the esky for Kristy "I'm gonna go see if I can find Kristy in the shade somewhere" I said as I wandered off past the tree line into the bush.
Kristy's footsteps were easy to follow; it was obvious from the deep and long prints in the sand she had made that she was running through the trees. I was always amazed at just how much energy that girl had. I followed the prints, weaving in and out of trees, across small clearings and into denser scrub again for a few hundred metres when the trail suddenly stopped. Confused, I looked around for any sign of her direction. Nothing. Giving up and ready to go back to the towels I turned around and was about to walk out of the bush when I caught a glimpse of some bright blue material above me. I glanced up to find Kristy sitting in the branches of a tree grinning down at me like a child who had just won "hide and go seek."
"Hey you" I called up to her "That can't be too comfortable?"
"You're right" she said "but the view's tremendous!" She extended her arm out to me and motioned toward herself, "You should come up."
"But I have drinks" I said reluctantly.
