Michael Hart’s life
was entering a new phase; one that would change his life forever
. School and his
senior year were finally finished and the summer vacation had begun. The year
was 1971 and he lived in Townsville, North Queensland. Life was so simple then!
His parents lived well out of town, with very few neighbours. He always dressed
in blue jeans, t-shirt and a black hat on weekends and holidays, but he hated
shoes.

Barefooted Michael
walked out the gate, across the road and clambered down the river bank, pushing
aside the tall guinea grass with his Fox-Terrier dog following him. All the
farmers pumped water from the small over flow stream, so Michael made his way
down to a sandbar and crossed over to the island on the other side. On the
northern end of Loam Island a transport company mined the rich soil and also
removed sand out of the river bed when it was dry. It was the dry season, but
the heavy rains were only about one and a half months away but, for now,
Michael was content to look for baby turtles in the deep waterholes.

As he approached
the deepest waterhole two wild whistler ducks took flight, frightened by the
dog’s sudden appearance. Michael sat down quietly to watch for tiny turtle
heads to bob up to the surface of the water. Parrots screeched in the trees
above his head as they fought over the best blossom to eat. A Kookaburra
cackled further up the river and a flock of Zebra finches breezed past him. To
Michael’s disgust there were only adult turtles in the pool, but when he was
about to leave he heard voices, so he kept quiet for a while until the sounds began
to fade away. He quickly and quietly crawled up the river bank on Loam Island
and followed the voices at a safe distance. Michael couldn’t see the men, because
of the long grass, but he carried his dog so that she wouldn’t alert them to
his presence. He eventually reached the other side of the island, so he put his
dog down and stopped to watch two dark-skinned men walk across the dry river
bed, towards the other side.

“Make sure my step-brothers
don’t see you” said a voice on my right side.

“Who…Who are you?”
he asked, because he couldn’t see anyone.

A girl stepped out
from behind a large paper bark tree.

“My name’s Sally”
she said as she approached him. “What’s your name?”

“My name’s Michael
and this is my dog, Tina” he said as his dog jumped up to greet the beautiful
girl.

The girl was young
and pretty, with large breasts and a husky voice. She was slightly shorter than
he was and her straight black hair rested on her shoulders, but her skin was
the colour of milk-coffee. Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her full breasts,
which were covered with a skimpy red bikini.

“You’re a typical
male! How old are you?” she accused.

“I’m…I’m seventeen”
he replied feeling slightly embarrassed now. “How…How old are you?” Michael
asked, as he averted his eyes down her body to check out her blue hot-pants and
slim brown legs.

He was nearly seventeen,
so it wasn’t like he lied or anything.

“I’m seventeen too”
she said when she stopped to stand in front of him. “What are you doing down
the river?”

“I’m looking for
penny turtles” he said, trying not to look at her. “What are you doing down
here?”

“I’m a look-out for
my two step-brothers. I have to warn them if there is someone around” she said,
before she added. “I don’t mind you looking at me or my breasts.”

“What are your
brothers doing?” Michael asked, happier now and not really caring what they
were up to.

“They’re collecting
some special plants, so you better not be around when they come back or else
they’ll beat you up” she mentioned.

“Well, I better go”
he said unhappily.

“Do you come down
the river much, Michael?” she asked as he walked away.

Michael stopped and
turned around to reply to her.

“I come down here
as often as I can, but mostly I come down here on the weekends and when I’m on
holidays. See you later, Sally” he said before he turned around again and
walked away.

“I might see you
around here again, Michael” she called out softly as Michael disappeared
through the long grass.

“She was beautiful”
he whispered to Tina, when they were well away from Sally. “I hope I will see
her again.”

Michael promptly
forgot about her brothers and what they were up to, but he made sure her image
was imbedded in his mind. The wild passion fruit he collected and ate were
delicious, but he decided to go back home and read some books for a while.

“Come on girl.
Let’s go home” he called to Tina.

As Michael walked
around the back of his house, he heard hammering coming from the back shed. Dad
was always building something, so he ran over to where the noise was coming
from.

“Hi dad” he called
out.

“Hi son” he
replied. “How’s the river?”

“The waterholes are
drying up” Michael replied, sweating profusely.

“They will soon
fill up, because the storms are already beginning and the air is hot and humid”
he advised, before adding. “We may even get an early cyclone.”

“I’m going to see
the chickens” Michael said as he walked away.

“Ok” dad said and
continued to hammer the copper nails into the marine plywood he was applying to
the frame of a speed boat.

The small chicks
were in a warmer, which was placed in the rear partition of the long shed, near
the incubator. Every year dad bred several batches of chickens and, when they
became larger, he either added the hens to the other hens or separated the
young roosters, because they were designated for the freezer. The chick warmer
was basically a large wooden box which had a small wattage light bulb fitted to
the top. The top door had gauze fitted to it to allow fresh air in and warmer
air out, so Michael opened the door, reached in and removed a chick to cuddle.
Tina was busy looking for mice, so this allowed him to sit on the ground with
the chick. The surprised creature had never seen grass, but it tried to peck at
it anyway. Tina rushed over to bite the chick, so he put it back with the other
ones. Michael decided to go back inside as a light misty rain started, but as
he walked inside his mouth began to water. He could smell mum’s home-made
pumpkin cream pies, which were his favourite dessert. They always had plenty of
pumpkins and tomatoes, because his grandparents grew them on their farm.

“The pies are not
to be eaten today, because Aunty Lisa, Uncle Pat and your cousin, Jennifer, are
coming to visit” mum said when he walked into the kitchen.

*
* *

The next morning Michael
looked out over the duck pond down the river and he felt happy and carefree; He
really wanted to see Sally again. The dust was stirred up as the trucks drove
in and out of the sand quarry, but the air was clean down here and he hoped
that she would come back here without her brothers. During the daytime the
southern part of the island was usually very quiet and he liked walking in the
area, because it was cool and well hidden.

“Hi there, Michael”
said a voice behind him.

He was startled, but
the voice sounded familiar, so he turned around.

“Hi Sally” Michael
said happily, when he noticed her broad, perfect smile.

Michael looked the
girl over and noticed some of her features that he had missed before. She was
very pretty with her beautiful almond shaped eyes and her light brown skin
looked very soft and supple. Her straight black hair rested on her shoulders,
while her flat stomach and narrow waist led to hips that were beginning to
broaden. Her black skirt revealed long, slim legs, but he really wanted to see
her delightful breasts again. Michael noticed how full they were and he felt a
wave of excitement when he saw the white bikini top. Sally could tell where he
was looking, and smiled. She already knew what boys wanted when they looked at her
like that.

“You like what you
see?” she asked, smiling warmly.

“Uh” he replied
uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“I know what you
want” she said.

“I don't know what
you're talking about” he managed to mumble.

His face felt hot
and he knew that he would be as red as a beetroot.

“I do” she giggled,
pointing at the bulge in my pants.

Michael wondered if
all girls were this forward. His curiosity overcame his reluctance to seem
inexperienced in front of this beautiful girl, and suddenly he asked, “You mean
to say you have done that already?”

She shook her head
and slowly started walking towards the shade of a big mango tree, so he
followed her.

“My mother said
that I have to wait until I’m married to do that, but I’ve seen my
step-brothers doing it with their girlfriends” she mentioned.

Now Sally clamped
up, reluctant to say anymore. Michael felt her hesitance, but decided to trick
her, and she fell for it.

“I bet you don't
even know what happened” he taunted.

“I do too!"
she blabbed. “I saw them doing it in their car.”

“Did you, really?”
he asked, sounding surprised.

Then she chuckled,
and with a mischievous smile looked at his bulge again. Sally was amazingly
well developed for a girl her age. Her breasts already looked like a large
handful, and he noticed thick sturdy nipples pushing out the thin fabric of her
bikini top. Even her dark brown areolas were visible through the white
material. She knew where he was looking, and her smile broadened, which made
her even more beautiful.

“Looking there
isn’t going help you relax” she giggled, as she leaned back against the big
tree trunk.

Michael quickly
looked up from her feminine charms to her face and again she flashed that
wonderful smile; her mouth full of pearly white teeth. On impulse, he leaned
forward and kissed her on the mouth. He had expected her to be shocked, or push
him away, but she didn’t. Instead, he felt her relax a little and, to his
immense surprise, her mouth opened and her tongue tried to gain access between
his lips. In school he had heard vague accounts of French-kissing, or some
special way to kiss, and he realized his had to be it. Michael squirmed as he
allowed her tongue into his mouth, but he continued to kiss her and he wished
to touch those wonderful breasts. Michael took his liberty and pushed his
tongue in her mouth while he cupped her firm breasts through her bikini top. To
his amazement she didn't try to push him away, but allowed his hands to fondle
her through the thin fabric. She freed herself from his embrace, straightened
up, and slowly undid the knot on the ribbons that held the bikini top together.
Then she slowly removed the garment with a playful smile. Michael feasted his
eyes on her fully exposed, milk-coffee coloured breasts. They were firm and
round with long dark nipples that were fully erect. She was breathtakingly
beautiful.

“That’s all you get
to see and touch” she said firmly before she kissed him again.

They kissed for a
few minutes, before he lowered his head to suck on those wonderful nipples. He
returned to kiss her again on her lips, while his hands fondled those delightful
parts of a woman’s anatomy.

“You’re a fast
learner, Michael” she whispered breathlessly, when she finally pushed him away.
“I better go; otherwise my step-brothers might come looking for me.”

She refitted the
bikini top before she whispered. “I’ll see you next time, lover-boy.”

Michael stood still
and watched as she disappeared through the long grass, too stunned to move.

“She called me,
lover-boy”
he thought to himself.
“She must have liked my kissing.”

He walked slowly
back home happy that he had kissed an older girl and seen her shapely breasts.

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