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There was a bach not far away where a family from Auckland spent their summers. They had a son, Charles, who lived in Sydney and no longer came every year. Their daughter, Christine, was a year or so older than Mike and me.

At night, after a dinner of heated-over pie and mashed potatoes, we took the Chrysler, picked up Christine, and went to the hot pools. Mike always insisted on paying extra to go into the private pools, but we never went in together. Mike and I sat in one pool and Christine in the one adjoining.

I didn’t think it anything special when Christine gave me her number and suggested we keep in touch in Auckland. It was weeks, it might have been months, before I contacted her. She was keen to meet and we arranged to go together to a school concert. I picked her up in my mother’s Triumph Herald. I was wearing a faux-suede jacket and chequered polyester flares. She wore a full-length, low-cut, black crushed-velvet gown.

She looked a lot better than I remembered. After the concert, driving her home, I pulled into a garage to get some petrol. While we were waiting it occurred to me to kiss her on the mouth. She let me do it, keeping her lips apart and bringing her tongue to mine.

I wanted to do it more and drove to the bottom of Waipuna Road where there was an unlighted track leading down to a jetty. As children we had ridden our bikes there to play on a rope that hung from a branch stretching across the water.

We kissed for a long time. Christine suggested we get into the back seat. It was a small car and we were still cramped. I touched her breast. She held her shoulders back for me. I pushed back the straps of her dress and pulled it down to look at her bra, which I tried to unhook. I couldn’t do it and was surprised at her eagerness to do it for me. I knew then she would let me touch her crease.

She did more. She let me strip her naked. Then she started to take off my clothes, saying: why is it always the boy who takes off the girl’s clothes? The sense of her unbuttoning my shirt was intense and wonderful.

It was the first time anyone touched me. We kissed and petted and she worked her way around to get me inside her. I was not sure what was happening. I had never had an ejaculation. I didn’t know what more to do. After a while she eased me off and we got dressed and I drove her home.

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Cardenio: Days and Nights in the Wilderness