Cardenio: Days and Nights in the Wilderness

Two (Sandra)



I was twelve and we were on holiday in the Bay of Islands. A family arrived to stay in the flat next to ours. They had two daughters, one about my age and the other about seven or eight. My first sight of the older girl was when she climbed down from the boat they had in tow. I was struck and could not stop looking at her. She had breasts and hips and thick white-blond hair.

I liked to dress showy. I wore bandanas and fake sunglasses, primary colours, big floral shorts. I didn’t expect her to speak to me or want to spend time together, but she did. Her name was Sandra. One afternoon we went over to a secluded dell near a cliff-top overlooking the ocean. We kissed for a long time. She let me take off her tee-shirt and bikini-top and kiss and fondle her breasts. I tried to feel her crease but she held my arm firm.

When we were walking back to the flats she said: I knew I would like you.

I had never thought that sex would have anything to do with liking someone.




Cardenio: Days and Nights in the Wilderness