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  “What’ve you sent me?”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “He’s not the most scintillating of companions. Has he always been like this?”

  “Are we talking about the same person? Adam Taylor? Tall, dark and gorgeous?”

  “Yes, yes, he’s very good looking, but he has nothing to say. The phrase blood from a stone could’ve been coined just for him. Is he depressed or something? Had some major life catastrophe?”

  “He split up from his girl friend recently, but he wasn’t too upset. It was one of those relationships that just fizzled out.”

  “Doesn’t surprise me. I can’t imagine how it got going in the first place.”

  “Gina, this sounds bizarre. Adam isn’t like that. He’s a rather nice, intelligent, happy sort of person. Maybe a little over controlled, but nothing neurotic. Are you sure your usual effervescence hasn’t overwhelmed him? You can be full on when you want to be.”

  “He was like that when he got off the train. Maybe he’s having some early mid life crisis. I just wish he didn’t have to have it in my spare room.”

  They chatted some more, Liz, as usual, bemoaning the lack of decent men and Gina thinking she’d love to be in London. It was her home away from home. The cold and the conversation suited her down to the ground. Not that she wanted to live there, but she had the best sex of her life with a buttoned down city type who was an animal in bed. The experience had made her permanently hot for repressed Englishmen.

  Gina hung up the phone and let her mind drift to the memory of James. A sip of whiskey bought to mind his fabulous mouth. Smooth but with a welcome kick. He’d lie her back and open her legs then run his tongue around her clit, down into her pussy and up again until she’d beg him to fuck her. She’d never begged for anything until she met James. Just when she thought she could take no more, he’d thrust two fingers into her and suck strongly on her clit. She came so hard he told her later his fingers went numb.

  When she’d returned home, she decided every two years she’d have an extended holiday in London. If she scrimped and saved she could just manage it. Which made Adam’s depression even more disappointing. A gorgeous Englishman in her house who was unfuckable. It wasn’t fair.

  She put the glass on her bedside table and rolled onto her stomach with her hand jammed between her legs. This was the perfect position for a lazy afternoon of pleasure. She loved rubbing her clit against the side of her hand, remembering the feel of James behind her, sliding his cock in and out of her, his hands on her buttocks, kneading with occasional stinging slap.

  She was almost there, ready to press her mouth into her pillow, not wanting Adam to hear her, when she saw him out the window at the end of her garden. He was standing with his back to her, without his shirt. What a sight. He might be permanently depressed, but he didn’t let his body suffer. Weeks of sun made his skin golden and lush and his blue black hair gleamed in the sunlight.

  Gina rubbed her clit faster and harder, wanting her hands on his body and her tongue on his skin, when she saw him throw back his head. He looked like he was in pain. He jerked and turned slightly and she saw with delighted shock, his cock out and up, with the last spurt of cum jetting onto the garden. She forgot to muffle her moan as she came, then ducked away from the window as he turned to the sound.

  Her cunt throbbed with aftershocks and she laughed into her pillow. Maybe he had spent his whole holiday wanking. What a bizarre situation! She lay on her bed and dreamily slid a couple of fingers into herself. Perhaps after all there was a way to get her holiday fuck.

  Adam whipped his head around at the sound of a muffled groan. Gina had long since disappeared into her bedroom with the phone so he thought he was safe. He quickly shoved his cock back into his jeans and strode back to the house. Not that he wanted to be inside. He never wanted to be inside again.

  He knew he was behaving badly but he couldn’t do anything else. Depression enveloped him as soon as he got off the train at Katoomba and saw Gina, looking like a wild, hippy amazon, standing against the background of blue endless sky and with a huge grin on her face. She was warm, friendly, hospitable and completely irresistible. She summed up his whole experience of the country, a place full of warmth and light and space. The thought of getting back on a plane to dark, dank London in seven days filled him with despair.

  Which deepened after she picked him up and took him to her house. Her back garden went on forever into the National Park. Colored birds flew through the green grey trees, the smell of eucalyptus surrounded him and when he heard the first cry of a black cockatoo he wanted to weep with joy. He’d found his home and he couldn’t live here.

  Being with Gina made his skin hurt with need. All he could think about was wanting her hands on him and his cock inside her, while he lost himself in her brilliant blue eyes, eyes the same color as the sky. He wanted to twist her red earth hair around his fists and pound into her as she wrapped her long, strong legs around him and pushed back, pressing her fingers into his buttocks, urging him on.

  She had a lush, lusty laugh and lived life like it was a rich chocolate cake made just for her. He knew as soon as he met her she wanted to fuck him, but he just couldn’t let himself go, knowing he may never get himself back together. It was this country. It made him want what he couldn’t have.

  So he held back, not engaging with her so it wouldn’t hurt so much when he left. But it was getting harder and harder, along with his cock. When he wandered the garden with his shirt off and the sun a blessed caress on his skin, all he could think about was her. She was mixed up in his head with the sky and the bush. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to pull out his cock and make love to the air. The sight of his cum on the leaf litter was deeply satisfying.

  He had to get a grip on himself and stop this terrible mooning. He was a civilized man with impeccable manners. She must think him an oaf.

  When he got back to the house, she was in the shower. He was relieved. Three more days and he’s be back on the plane. He just had to stop thinking about fucking her. Not just fuck her, lose himself in her, feel the life affirming heat of her glorious body

  . . . stop. Don’t go down that pathway. Just be pleasant, but distant.

  He went to his room, pulled out a shirt and buttoned it up, trying to replace the image of her body with thoughts about financial systems and computer programs. He sighed, looked up, then blinked. The image he’d thrust out his mind was standing in the corridor, nonchalantly drying her hair. She had a skimpy towel around her that looked like it could fall off any second.

  “I thought we could have a picnic down by the waterfall later. The sun doesn’t go down until late. What do you think?”

  He’d go anywhere with her, anytime. Dragging his eyes away from her breasts, he remembered his resolve to be friendly but sexually detached. He wouldn’t survive otherwise.

  “That sounds a lot of fun, Gina. It’s a beautiful evening for a picnic.”

  She stepped back, raised her eyebrows, then smiled a slow, wicked smile that made his cock twitch.

  “Great. There’s a wonderful deli in the main street. I’ll get dressed, grab a rug and we can go.”

  Verity Campbell was at the end of her tether. Today was her eighteenth birthday and her parents, bless them, had decided that a brisk bush walk and a picnic at Mini-Ha-Ha Falls would be the perfect way to celebrate. She could hear them packing up the picnic hamper, no doubt full of wholesome tofu, pumpkin and sunflower seed salad, home made gluten free bread and a big thermos of green tea. Yum, yum.

  The taste of anchovy and peperoni pizza was still in her mouth from last night’s celebration with her friends. She’d ingested a lot more than pizza but thankfully Fin’s semen didn’t leave an aftertaste. And all the cheap champagne she’d drunk just made her head pound.

  “Are you ready yet, darling?” her mother called.

  “Yeah, coming.”

  She grabbed a T-shirt that didn’t smell of cigarettes and wine,
pulled on some loose drawstring pants and rooted around her discarded clothes for her walking shoes. Her mother appeared at her door way.

  “Had a good night?”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  “What did you do?”

  Here we go. It was bad enough having born again Christians as parents but when they were also ex-hippies obsessed with health living, life could get pretty bloody dreary. Over the past year Verity had started to dig her heels in and resist some of their rules. Unbeknownst to her parents, she’d been doing so since the age of fourteen when she’d lost her virginity against a wall behind the aquatic centre without a condom and without knowing the name of the guy fucking her. But over the past year she’d stopped hiding her moments of rebellion, wanting to find out how far she could go. She’d demanded to socialise with her friends just like other normal seventeen year olds, which meant unsupervised time at their houses without adults present.

  Surprisingly her parents hadn’t put up much of a fight. Verity suspected they knew if they did, she’d be off like a shot. She wasn’t some indulged teenager who expected life on a platter. She worked hard after school and during the holidays as a check out chick at K-Mart. Earning money was her obsession.

  “Nothing much. Just watched tele at Fin’s place and had some pizzas.”

  Her mother frowned. “I suppose you ate lots of meat.”

  Verity rolled her eyes. “That’s right Mum. I gorged myself because there’s no way I’d get any here, is there?”

  “Certainly not. Just remember to take some extra pysillum. After all that dead food you’re bound to get constipated.”

  Verity closed her eyes and started counting. Eighteen years old and her mother was lecturing her about her bowels. In moments like these she thought about her Running Away From Home Fund. It was almost enough. Another six months and she’d have enough for the plane fare to London where she’d get a job and smoke, drink and fuck with total strangers if she wanted to. She just had to put up with Hippy Haven until then.

  Gina stretched out on the rug the aftertaste of smoky babaganush in her mouth. This was more like it. Good food and a man full of simmering expectation across from her. Thank God he’d gotten over what ever was bothering him. Maybe a good session of self abuse was all he needed. She didn’t care just as long as he continued to give off I-can-hardly-wait-to-get-my-hands-on-you vibes. Although he seemed to be still struggling with the idea. Every now and then he’d pull himself back as if he didn’t want to offend her. But then she’d see a look of down and dirty lust and her pussy would clutch with excitement.

  The rug was in the shade under a row of eucalypts not far from Mini-Ha-Ha Falls. She was counting on the fact that not many people came down here in the middle of the week. Even if someone did appear, they’d have to make a deliberate trip to see them.

  An ant crawled up her ankle. She idly brushed it off and wondered if she should make the first move. Her cunt felt plump and moist, ready for attention. Just as she was about to reach out to Adam, he rolled onto his stomach and plucked a strawberry from the punnet. Excellent. Lots of possibilities with strawberries.

  “These are great. They’re so big.” He bit into the red flesh and juice dribbled down his chin. She leant forward and licked it off. He jumped and stared at her, a look of confused lust on his face.

  His chin was smooth with just a hit of bristle. She felt a direct line of zing straight from her tongue to her sharp nipples and then deep in her pussy. She was about to lean forward and lick him again when he pulled back and sat up with a sigh, looking tortured and depressed again.

  “No, no,” she said. “What is it? I thought you’d got over whatever was bugging you.”

  He sighed again and looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry Gina. I know I’ve been behaving badly but I think it’s better if we don’t get involved.”

  “Involved? You’re flying back to London in three days. How could we get involved?”

  “That’s just it. If we do anything now I’ll get even more despondent because I’ll want more. Not just of you, although that would be great, but of this place.” He threw out an arm and stared into the bushes, a wild look on his face. “It’s like a drug. The more I’m here the more I want to be here. If we fuck on this picnic rug, an experience I can tell you now, I want more than anything in the world, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to go back to London.”

  Gina shrugged. “Would that be such a problem?”

  His scandalised look made her laugh.

  “Of course it’s a problem. I can’t just not go back.”

  “Why not?”

  He spluttered. “Because I can’t.”

  She picked up a strawberry and examined it. “Don’t see why not. You could get a job here. You’re a computer and finance person aren’t you? You could work anywhere.”

  “That’s not the point. I can’t just ring my employers and tell them I’m not coming back. It’s irresponsible.”

  Far from being irritated at the way their conversation was headed, Gina was getting even more twitchy. Her cunt had that deep, achy feeling that could only be soothed by some solid, continual fucking. There was something about male responsibility that filled her instantly with lust. It was like the proverbial red rag to a bull, or in this case the signal she had to get him out of his clothes as soon as possible.

  “Adam. Sweetheart,” she said, as she crawled across the rug, knocking strawberries, lettuce and tomatoes out of the way. He reared back, but offered no real resistance when she grabbed him around the shoulders, pressed her body against his and toppled him back against the rug. He groaned with what sounded to Gina like a mix of lust and resignation. She straddled him, her cunt fitting snugly against the bulge in his jeans, then looked down him with a smile. “Live a little.”

  He put up a two second fight, but finally smiled widely. “You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

  She shook her head.

  “In that case…”

  He lifted his hands to her waist then rolled her underneath him.

  The punnet of strawberries tipped over and she could feel the leaves of the lettuce brushing her thigh as she laughed and wrapped her arms around him. The whole, hard length of his body pressed down on her. She opened her legs and shimmied around to get the hardening bulge of his erection tight against her clit. She’d decided against knickers hoping this picnic would end up just as it should, with her legs open and ready. The only barrier between them was the soft cotton of her skirt.

  “Oh yes,” she murmured. “Just there. That’s right.”

  He grinned down at her, all brooding depression gone, then kissed her. His mouth tasted of strawberry and delayed gratification and his tongue slid against hers in exactly the same rhythm as the ridge of his jeans rubbing against her clit. She moved her hands down to his buttocks and pushed him harder against her, undulating her hips, making the friction just right.

  He thrust against her harder and nuzzled her neck. “I haven’t done this since I was sixteen. I’d forgotten how much fun it was.”

  “More for me than you I think,” she gasped, as he sped up his thrusts. Her whole body was wrapped around him now, rubbing and straining for release. He propped himself on his elbows and pushed harder against her.

  She cried out and thrust up, holding her body rigid as an explosion of heat and light ripped through her body. His mouth was on hers again, taking in her sound as he slid his hand between them, easing his fingers into her cunt. She held him close and hummed happily into his neck as his fingers stroked her, smearing wetness all around the folds of her slit.

  “Let me look,” he said and scooted down between her legs. He pushed her skirt up to her hips and pushed her legs further apart. “I love the look of a wet, happy pussy. It is happy isn’t it?”

  “Very,” she said smiling at his glee.

  He put his face close to her lips and gently pushed his tongue inside her.

  “Mmm. You taste wonderful. Sort of salty and fruity at the sam
e time.”

  His words vibrated against her whole wet slit and she propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him worship her cunt. When he picked up a strawberry and pushed it inside her, she threw her head back and laughed. He pulled it out with a soft plopping sound and devoured it.

  “Hey! I need some sustenance too.”

  He grinned evilly and pushed another inside her then pulled it out and held it to her mouth. He was right, she did taste sweet and salty.

  She munched on the strawberry and watched him as he knelt before her and slowly undid the zip of his jeans. His cock sprang out, looking hard and delicious.

  “Mmm. My, oh my. Dessert.”

  She climbed onto her knees and bent over to take him into her mouth. His cock was hot and pulsed with a strong throb as she ran her tongue around the head then sucked hard. He pushed his fingers through her hair, pulling her head closer and moaned deep in his throat. God how she loved the sound of a man on the edge!

  Verity had had enough. She’d spent hours being the dutiful daughter, chomping through the bush and listening to her father exclaim about the glories of nature. She still had a slight hangover and she wanted a cigarette. When her parents settled back on their picnic rug for a late afternoon snooze, she told them she’d just go for a brief wander to see the waterfall. They’d nodded and smiled looking stuffed with tofu.

  As much as her parents drove her mad, they were good at heart. She picked her way through the bush thinking she’d miss them when she left. It wasn’t a bad life having parents who loved you even if they were nuts. She made her way to the waterfall, thinking she’d take the hard path so if they came looking for her, she’d have enough warning to put out her ciggy.

  A low moan caught her attention. Damn! Someone else was here. She stood still and tried to make out where the sound was coming from. Off to the left. A flash of red through the leaves. She crept forward feeling a bubble of excitement in her belly. She recognised that sound. Fin had made the same noise last night.