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Weekend At The Bach Ch. 1

By: Salteena



Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday home, usually a rough and ready sort of place, most often beside the sea. 

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'Here, you can take over now, Nurse. He may need one or two more stitches here and here. Otherwise he should be Ok to shift to the recovery room. I have to go over to Cubicle Five and deal to the new one that's just come in."

It had been a very rough week at the Auckland Hospital's Accident and Emergency unit and today was the icing on the cake. Wet roads had caused a five-car pile-up on the Southern Motorway, two fatalities, one of whom had died while being worked on at the hospital, and eleven others with multiple injuries. Plus, there had been the usual parade of sick people or those with minor strains, cuts and abrasions that should really have taken their problems to their General Practitioner. And then this dork of a Black Power bikie, whacked out of his skull on dope, had lost control of his chopper and gone flying through a wooden fence; a large piece of which had pierced his thigh up near his groin. She and Naomi had been working on the guy for over an hour now, picking out splinters and shards of wood. And all the ungrateful shit could think of was to make leery suggestions to the two young women that they should check out what he had inside his filthy underwear!

Sherri nodded encouragingly at the young junior doctor. Her heart went out to the woman. She was only three or four years older than Sherri was, say twenty-five or twenty-six, but right now she would pass for ten years older than that! She was gaunt. Huge purple fatigue marks stained her cheeks above her surgical mask. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. Naomi was just about out on her feet and there were still a couple of hours to go before the end of their twelve-hour shift.

Sherri was 'new' to nursing, a relatively raw trainee. When she was young, she fooled around at school, believing all the snide remarks from her teachers and her peers that she was the atypical dumb blonde and consequently, she left early without any qualifications. She drifted from dead end job to dead end job, but she never had any trouble finding work. Sherri was naturally blonde; blue eyed, big breasted, luscious and curvy, if a tiny bit plump, with a happy, somewhat naive personality. Prospective employers instantly fell in lust with her at interviews, but their lecherous desires always went unsatisfied, because Sherri had Steve. She went out with other boys before Steve, but he was the one who took her virginity a month after her seventeenth birthday and they had been together ever since. It seemed inevitable that someday they would get married.

She became a nurse almost by accident. Yet another go-nowhere job had folded on her and Work and Income persuaded her to go on a training programme as a trial to become a nurse's aide. To her astonishment, Sherri found that she could study! What was more, she loved helping people and the idea of becoming a fully-fledged, registered nurse! Now, two years later, she was in the thick of 'the blood and gore' at Auckland Hospital's A&E Unit, still not yet nearly qualified, but loving every minute of the work.

Sherri found herself constantly rostered on duty with Dr Naomi Panapa, a Maori woman who was only a few years older than she was. Dr Panapa drove herself hard. She had plenty to prove, not only as a woman, but also as a Maori, who are significantly underrepresented in the medical profession in proportion to their numbers in New Zealand society. At first, Sherri was scared witless of the classically beautiful, but severe coldly aloof young doctor. At times, she felt as though she was being stripped to the bone by the hard looks being fired in her direction. Then one day, when they were working together to repair a ten-year-old boy who had been knocked off his push-bike by a car, she heard Dr Panapa saying, "You do good work, Sherri, have you considered going all the way? Becoming a doctor, I mean."

Sherri was so astonished she almost knocked over a tray of surgical instruments. "N-no, I couldn't…" she stuttered.

The doctor looked up from the sutures she was inserting in the boy's arm. "Why on earth not?" Her gaze above her surgical mask, at all previous times frostily professional, was now like a warm bath, and carried an underlying hint of amusement. 

Sherri felt her knees trembling. For some reason she couldn't identify, she was now more frightened of Dr Panapa than ever before. "I…I don't have the brains…"

"That's bullshit, girl! You are as bright as anyone else is around here…and you care! Think about it!"

On the bus home at the end of that shift, Sherri felt as if she was floating on air. It was impractical. She would never be able to put together the tens of thousands of dollars in course fees, but Dr Panapa actually thought she would make a good physician! Thereafter, she found herself working often with the Maori doctor. They developed an instinctive rapport, a symbiosis in which their combined skills became more effective than the sum of the individual parts. Professional decorum was maintained in front of the 'clients', but in more relaxed moments, they became 'Sherri' and 'Naomi'.

At last the horror shift was finished. Their hand-overs warned them to be careful when leaving the hospital saying, "It's blowing a cyclone out here!" The two women left together via the staff entrance. When a hefty blast of wind hit them, they huddled close and linked arms for support against the gale. Sherri was instantly aware of Naomi's soft breast at her elbow, and the other woman's arm rubbing against her own bosom as they walked. She tried to pull away to minimise the contact, but all her concerns were literally blown away by a tempestuous, swirling gust that caught the skirt of her uniform dress and lifted it high above her hips, showing off her legs and knickers for the entire world to see. 

The mortified Sherri fought unsuccessfully to subdue the madly flapping cloth, drawing appreciative yahoos and tooting horns from a group of ambulance drivers standing by for their next callout. Laughing like a madwoman, Naomi dragged her beetroot faced companion around a corner into the relative calm of the enclosed walkway that led to the bus stop. 

"Well, that was their cheap thrill for the night," she grinned, helping Sherri to restore herself to decency. "You looked a bit like that famous Marilyn Monroe scene just then!"

"Ohhhh! That was so awful! I'll never be able to speak to those guys again without blushing. Maybe I should start wearing trousers like you!"

Naomi looked at her sternly, "No, don't do that. You have nice legs. I only wear these pants because mine are terrible…they wouldn't have reacted the same way if that had been me!"

"But you have a nice…"

Just then, there came a piercing whistle and the sound of a man's voice shouting from the far end of the walkway, "Hey! Naomi! Kia ora, sweetheart!"

Naomi turned and yelled, "Henare…Oh, Henare! Is that you?" Then in an instant, with arms outstretched, she was running towards the large male shape standing at the end of the alleyway.

Sherri followed slowly behind, feeling short-changed by the interruption to the compliment she was about to pay Naomi. As she approached the hugging couple, she saw that the man was massive, probably only 6 feet tall, but he looked about 6 feet broad. He had Naomi clasped to his chest, cuddled in his arms like a little child, and she had her arms around his neck and was showering him with kisses.

Eventually, Naomi remembered that Sherri was with her and told the man to put her back down. "Sherri, this is Henare…" her eyes were glowing with love and happiness, and there were spots of high colour on her cheeks. "Henare's the only real man in my life…aren't you my love!" She hugged him again.

Henare was Maori, like Naomi, with typically broad features and a strong jaw line. He extended his huge paw to shake hands. "Kia ora, Sherri," he smiled, looking deep into her eyes. "Pleased to meet you."

Sherri's hand disappeared in his firm but gentle grip. Henare's palm was warm and dry. 'Wow!' she thought, drinking in Henare's liquid, dark brown eyes and full sensuous lips, 'He is so handsome…and sexy! No wonder Naomi is so in love with him!'

"Henare has been working down in Wellington," Naomi explained. "I haven't seen him for two weeks…nearly three." She squeezed the big man's arm to her chest, "Oooooh! I am so glad to see you!" she bubbled cheerily.

Sherri believed she surely must be in the way. "Lovely to have met you, Henare," she smiled; hoping it looked to the big man as if she meant it. She knew that Naomi often went out on dates with guys, but now she felt somehow bereft at learning that Naomi had a steady boyfriend in the background. To Naomi, she said, "I'd better head off, or I'll miss my bus."

"No, girl!" Naomi said brightly. "Henare has our car here, we'll give you a ride."

Sherri turned away, "Thanks…but it's Ok…you two haven't seen each other in ages…I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey Sherri!" Naomi called after her. "I was going to ask you something. Have you got plans for lunchtime?"

Sherri's heart lightened. She smiled over her shoulder, "Looks like I have now! See you in the morning!"

She looked back when she reached the bus stop as saw Naomi and Henare, with their arms around each other, arriving beside a large, shiny-black, Ford Falcon. 'Hmmmm,' she thought, 'That's a lot flasher than Steve's old Subaru,' Sherri sighed as she watched Henare open the car door and hand Naomi in, 'And he's much more of a gentleman than my Steve is too!'

Sherri still lived with her parents. Steve called on her later that evening. Sherri was dog-tired after her hectic day in A&E and only wanted to go to bed and sleep. But, from past experience, Steve knew that her mother and father would be playing in the league at the bowling alley until at least eleven o'clock; and Steve was feeling horny. 

As she lay on her back with Steve huffing in her ear and humping his manhood deep and fast in her, Sherri pictured Naomi and Henare in bed doing the same. In her imagination, their golden-brown bodies entwined in the dim light of a bedside lamp. They whispered soft words of love and joy at being together. Henare's powerful back and buttocks muscles flexed as he drove his hard shaft in her love-box smoothly like a piston. The liquid sounds and smells of their lovemaking pervaded their room. And Naomi moaned, and writhed and rubbed her belly and breasts against her man in ecstasy. 

Sherri felt a hotter than usual tide rising in her abdomen and prayed that tonight something extra-special might happen: that she and Naomi would somehow share a rapturous moment. But Steve spoiled it all with his noisy grunting and then spurting his jism in her. He had her twice more in quick succession and then left before Sherri's parents arrived home.

Sherri was a zombie in the morning. She just could not get her body moving. She almost threw in the towel and called in sick, but then remembered that she had a 'date' with Naomi at lunchtime. 'I wonder what she wants to ask me?' she mused. She just had to go in to find out!

They were in the hospital staff cafeteria. "We, my whanau that is, have a bach up at Wainui, north of Kerikeri. My Mum and Dad were the family's 'caretakers' for years. And since I was the only one available when they moved over to Sydney to be near my sister and their mokopuna three years ago, the responsibility fell on my shoulders. The thing is, every so often, usually once a month; I go up and air the place and make sure everything is Ok. I was thinking of going up tomorrow. The weather forecast is good… Ummm, would you like to come with me?"

Sherri could not believe her ears. A weekend away in Northland with Naomi, and away from Steve, sounded like heaven! 'He will be really pissed off,' she thought with delight, 'but the greedy sod has had his nooky ration for this week. Perhaps he'll be a bit more considerate if I make myself 'unavailable' for a few days!'

She could hardly get the words out fast enough, "Oooh yes, Naomi! Yes please!"

The beam of sheer delight on Naomi's face made Sherri's nipples tingle. 

"Will you really? Oh wow! I never thought you would say 'Yes'! One small problem though: I said I'd do an extra shift starting at six o'clock on Sunday afternoon. I can't get out of it now, so we'll only be able to stay one night…is that Ok?"

Sherri was so over the moon at being asked away, she would not have minded if the trip up to Wainui and back were on the same day. "No, of course not!" she smiled, impulsively taking hold of Naomi's hand and squeezing it.

For an instant, Naomi returned her grip, then withdrew her hand. She suddenly appeared hot and flustered, and Sherri could not figure out why. But, Naomi smiled brightly and said, "We'll have to leave early…5.30am Ok for you?"

"Fine…!"

"Great! Oh, you'll need to bring a duvet and a towel. We don't leave that kind of stuff up there in case it gets flogged…it'd get damp anyway with the bach being so close to the sea and shut up all the time."

Sherri called Steve at work and told him not to come and visit that evening, "Because, I am going away early in the morning, to the beach with a girl from the hospital for the weekend." Steve was angry and rude about it, but Sherri just shut him out of her mind. After all, even if he was her only real boyfriend and they had been going out with each other forever, that didn't mean Steve had a mortgage on her, did it!

"Ooooo, This is nice!" Sherri smiled delightedly and wriggled her bottom on the soft cow-leather seat. She looked across the car at Naomi. The Maori girl looked lovely. She was wearing slacks as usual, but had on an amazing red and black shirt with stylised Koru motifs, that set off her olive complexion to perfection. But she still looked worn out though. Sherri wondered if a wild night of lovemaking with Henare was the cause. 

"And your shirt is fabulous!"

"Thank you…and am I allowed tell you that you look gorgeous? But I hope you don't get cold…it may not be all that warm once we get to the beach."

Sherri was dressed in her favourite, bright pink cut-off tank top and black hipster jeans that left nothing to the imagination about the fullness of her breasts and the sexy curves of her waist, hips and bum, and slightly rounded belly. She knew she looked scrumptious in the outfit; it always got Steve so randy he could hardly wait to get it off her! And this was the first time Naomi had seen her in anything but her hospital uniform. 

"Oh, I have a fleecy jacket with me, but I hope I won't need it… This is a lovely car! I know it's a Ford, but what model is it?"

"Yes, it is a nice car. It's our only real extravagance. Neither Henare or I could afford a decent one on our own, so we clubbed together and bought this…it's a Tickford XR-8…goes like stink!"

Being so early in the morning, there was hardly any other traffic on the road. The motorway to Albany was over quickly. There were none of the usual hold-ups at Orewa and before Sherri knew it, Naomi was pulling into the roadhouse at the top of the Brynderwyn Hill for a cup of coffee and a comfort stop. They didn't talk much on the way. Sherri just sat and looked at the passing scenery, and admired the competent, economical way Naomi handled the big powerful car on the narrow, twisty road; in just the same way as she dealt with the mangled bodies that arrived in endless streams at the hospital emergency department.

They bypassed Whangarei and set off toward Kawakawa. Sherri could not hold back her curiosity any longer. She just had to find out more about Henare and Naomi!

"Henare is very handsome, isn't he? And very well built!"

Naomi flicked the Falcon around a tight bend, "Oh yes…he works out every day! You should see him naked! Henare has such a beautiful body. And when he is hard, his cock stands up like a Kauri tree sticking up out of the forest!"

Sherri flushed with embarrassment at Naomi's frank description of her boyfriend's sexual equipment. Steve felt big and he stretched Sherri painfully, but Henare sounded enormous! She wondered how Naomi coped with having such a huge thing pushed inside her.

Ever since she met him, Sherri had been wondering what Henare was like as a lover, and the thoughts invaded her mind again. Does he take his time and really satisfy Naomi? Does he kiss her breasts, and 'down there', and stroke her tummy and thighs with his big, warm hands? Does Henare know all of Naomi's erogenous zones to get her aroused to a fever pitch, like she read about in her women's magazines? And what about Naomi? Does she kiss Henare all over and take his penis in her mouth? And…and…

Sherri shivered. She felt hot between her legs. She would have to stop thinking of things like that!

Naomi's voice cut into her thoughts, "Are you cold? Do you want the heater on?"

"No…thank you…just somebody 'stepping on my grave'"

Naomi laughed, "You Pakeha say some strange things!"

Sherri smiled and lapsed back into her reverie. All Steve cared about was penetration. After a perfunctory fumble around her private parts to make sure she was wet, he would get on top of her and thrust his penis inside. He never could take 'No' for an answer either, especially on a Saturday night after a few beers at the rugby club. Once he even pulled her tampon out of her and took her when she was on her period! But Steve was good at 'it'. He could make it last a long time and Sherri often got nice warm feelings in her tummy and a tingling between her legs. And he could do 'it' five or six times a night!

But, she would only let Steve have her in the 'missionary position', ever since he tried to push his penis into her bottom one night when they both had had too much to drink. She was upset with him for trying that because it was a dirty, nasty thing to do; and it hurt her like anything as well! Which was a pity really, because she had liked doing sex doggie style most of all. Of course, Steve was so macho and had to be 'in charge', he never let her get on top of him ever; he pushed her away the only time she tried! But, at least Steve didn't just roll off her and go to sleep like so many men did; at least the men Sherri read about in her magazines. He would hold her for a while and talk to her if she wanted, which usually ended up in him into wanting to do it again.

Sherri broke out of her daydream, "What sort of work does Henare do? He looks as though he should be an actor or something."

"He's a cop…a detective. I used to worry about him a lot, when he was 'undercover' in the drug squad, but thankfully he's out of that now…the gangs got to know him too well and he got past his 'use by date'."

"Wow! That's pretty dangerous work…!"

"And he had to be seen to take drugs too…but thank goodness he managed to keep it to things like Grass and Speed…the softer stuff…and to avoid needles…"

"You must have been really scared for him…!"

"There were times when I thought I'd never see Henare again. He used to disappear for months on end."

"Still, you've got him at home now…"

Sherri could not fathom the reason for the odd, half-amused, half-sardonic look that Naomi shot at her along with the question, "So, what about Steve? What does he do for a living?"

"Oh, he's a warehouse supervisor for a company that sells used Japanese car parts. It's not much of a job, but it's steady and he likes it."

"And what did he say about you coming away with me on the weekend?"


Weekend At The Bach Ch. 1



"He wasn't pleased. He likes me to meet him at the rugby club on a Saturday night."

"So, how do you feel about letting him down?"

Sherri couldn't help laughing out loud, "Do you know, I have no bad feelings about it at all! If anything, I've struck a blow for my own personal freedom! Besides…I enjoy being with you."

"I am honoured…!"

"What about Henare, didn't he mind you going away so soon after you'd just got back together?"

"Henare has something else on…"

"Oh…"

Naomi grinned wickedly, "Tell me, Sherri, what's Steve like in bed? Has he got a big dick?"

Sherri felt her whole body flush hotly, "Ohhhh, Naomi…I couldn't…" 

The two women lapsed into silence until Naomi diverted from the main highway into Kerikeri to pick up some made-up filled rolls for their lunch and salads to go with their evening meal. "I've brought something really special with me for our dinner," she said mysteriously. Then it was back onto the road.



Weekend At The Bach Ch. 2



"Well, here it is!" 

Naomi's voice broke the conversational drought that had resumed as soon as they got under way again. About fifteen minutes earlier, she had turned onto a narrow twisty road. They turned a corner while going over a slight rise and suddenly, there below, was the sea. The bay was not very big, maybe a kilometre from point to point, fringed with golden sand, and with a few weatherboard, mainly single story houses with corrugated iron roofs scattered amongst the grass just back from the strand. A small marae stood nestled beneath the hill.

"Our bach is just around the far point. See over there where that stand of Pohutukawa is? That's us." Naomi continued, "We have riparian rights on a tiny beach all to ourselves."

"Ooooo, Naomi! This is so beautiful!" Sherri sighed, "I wish I could live in a place like this forever!"

"Wait until you find out there's no piped water and, of course, there is the outside dunny! And the nearest supermarket is back in Kerikeri, and the bank, hairdresser, shoe shops, clothes, hardware, etc, etc. And Kerikeri isn't exactly the Manukau City Centre or Botany Downs, as you saw!"

Somewhat sobered by the though of the outdoors toilet, Sherri decided to reserve any further comments for when she finally saw Naomi's bach. Her trepidation increased as they drove slowly along the narrow track between the settlement and the beach, when she saw that many of the houses were in an advanced state of disrepair, even if people were living in them.

Naomi saw Sherri looking and muttered, "No work up here at all. Families have lived on the dole for years and they choose to spend their money on wacky baccy and alcohol instead of the necessities of life like a good roof over their heads. The saddest thing is that every so often there is a fire, because they light their houses with candles instead of paying their power bills, and somebody dies…usually it's one or more of the kids."

"Why doesn't the Government do something about it?" Sherri asked.

Naomi snorted explosively, "They could put a billion dollars into this lot and nothing would change! Don't get me wrong, these are my people, my hapu, and a lot of them suffer great hardships. But there is a thousand dollars a week in dole money going into lots of these houses and still they do nothing. Some of them even call me an 'Uncle Tom' for studying to become a 'Pakeha doctor'!"

Naomi's little old house was weathered a silver grey. But the roof looked as if it had been painted in the last year or two and it was clear that rotten weatherboards had been replaced fairly recently with new ones. "Henare and I had a good session up here last year," Naomi explained. There was a nice wide veranda looking over the private beach and the sea, and off to one side was a tall narrow tin shed the Sherri took to be 'the outside dunny'. The windows were all shuttered and heavily padlocked, as was the front door leading onto the veranda.

"C'mon," Naomi grinned, "let's see what the thieving Maori have done to the place!"

The two women walked around the outside, examining all the windows and the side door leading to the dunny for damage. There was none. The dunny itself hadn't been touched. There was quite a large, sheltered flat section at the back of the house with a huge round concrete water tank in one corner and Sherri asked what the area was used for.

"Well, that's our water supply…rainwater from the roof," Naomi indicated the tank, "We've never run out yet, even when there's forty or fifty people here! When there's a big family Hui, everybody has to sleep out here in tents…a few of them bring caravans though." She waved over beyond the dunny, "There's a couple of long drops over there as well, covered over now of course, and we rig canvas screens around those. And right over the back there is an offal hole…but we don't usually have a lot of cause to use that. And over here," she pointed in the opposite direction, "Is the wood shed, and the hangi pit and barbecue area."

They returned to the front of the house where Naomi hauled a big bunch of keys out of the glove compartment in the car dash. After she unlocked the padlocks on the door, she took hold of Sherri's hand murmuring shyly, "Welcome to my whare!" and led her inside.

The inside of the house was warm, dry, and not even a little bit musty. At first glance, it appeared to be just one room, except for a small cubicle in one corner where Naomi and Henare had installed a water tank and a shower. But then Sherri noticed another heavily barred and padlocked door. 

"Store room," Naomi commented, "There's a gas fridge/freezer and other stuff in there that we don't need for just one night's stay. The main power switch is in there too, but we won't bother." 

At one side of the room, there was a massive wood burner stove and a kitchen unit with a sink. There a few old, but clean armchairs scattered around, plus a small wooden dining table with four chairs. And over against the opposite wall to the stove, by the side door that led out to the toilet, was a large old-fashioned double bed. Sherri's stomach churned and her knees felt weak when she realised that she and Naomi would be sharing that bed tonight, unless one of them rigged up something else with the armchairs.

"Well, what do you think?" Naomi asked.

"It…it's very nice, "Sherri stuttered. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bed. She had never shared one with another woman before!

"Are you sure you like it?"

Sherri's thoughts raced: And Naomi and Henare have probably had sex in this bed! "Oh…oh yes, it's really lovely…shall we bring our things in?"

Naomi hugged her arm and Sherri felt her face redden at the feel of the woman's breasts pressing against her elbow. 

They brought their gear in from the car, took the shutters down from the veranda windows and made up the bed. Naomi had lit the stove and just finished showing Sherri how to operate the damper and where to feed in fresh wood. 

"Keep the fire going is the only house rule! Especially for the first person up in the morning, or nobody gets a cup of tea, or a hot shower!

"C'mon, let's go for a walk on the beach. If I don't keep moving, I'll fall over!"

"You really look totalled," Sherri observed.

"I am knackered! The hospital called me back almost as soon as I got home yesterday afternoon. But at ten o'clock, I told them to get stuffed! I wasn't going to let them spoil this weekend with you. Sorry if I didn't talk a lot on the way up, I had to concentrate on my driving."

"Oh, that's Ok. Look, why don't you get your head down for a couple of hours now? I can amuse myself."

"Maybe later, after I have shown you around."

They strolled hand in hand along the main beach. At first, Sherri felt self conscious at the intimacy, but this soon dissipated as Naomi told her about the history of the place and its people. As Naomi predicted, the early spring wind coming off the sea was quite keen and Sherri had to put on her fleecy top, although the sea itself was relatively calm and only rolled gently onto the sand. Also, the sand was still too cold for bare feet, so they kept their sneakers on. 

When they started out, there wasn't another person in sight. But soon Sherri found herself meeting innumerable women, who were introduced to her by Naomi as 'my kuia' or 'my whaea ke'. And each greeting demanded a hongi and a long explanation of who Sherri was and what Naomi was up to in the Pakeha world. They saw several men up at the houses, but, with the exception of two ancient kaumatua who came to say 'hello', they all kept their distance.

At one stage, when they had a moment alone, Sherri joked that so far she had met six of Naomi's 'grandmothers'. Naomi gently informed her that, "It is still the Maori way in rural areas like this. When I was young, I often stayed for long periods with the other families in the hapu. It is a way of strengthening bonds in the tribe. Not one of those old ladies you met is a blood grandmother, but they are still my kuia."

They collected shells and dodged the occasional rogue wave. With a squeak of delight, Naomi spotted a cowrie shell at the edge of the surf and got wet shoes when retrieving it. She held it up before Sherri's eyes end on end. To Sherri, it looked just like a female vulva. And when Naomi brought it to her nose, Sherri understood the unspoken message; 'This is your smell, and mine.'

The signals she was getting from Naomi were so confusing, but Sherri was too nervous to ask for an explanation. The turmoil in her mind said, 'Here is this lovely, accomplished woman who is popular with men and has lots of boyfriends, and who has a gorgeous hunk as a long-time lover, yet at times she acts as if she is courting me! Can Naomi possibly be bi-sexual?' And at the same time, Sherri was nonplussed by her own reactions. She would have expected to be repulsed by such an idea, but she found herself warmed by it, and even more, she found herself seeking out the attention Naomi was giving her!

The two young women sat on rocks on the point at the end of the bay and ate the filled rolls from Kerikeri. The sea was rougher here and the waves crashed and splashed at their feet. All the meeting and greeting had taken up a lot of time. It was now mid-afternoon and they were both famished. In around chewing mouthfuls, Naomi said, "I was going to rely on kai moana for our tea, but I wasn't sure how you are with mussels and oysters and other shellfish."

"Oh, I'd have been Ok…mum and dad bring seafood home all the time from the supermarket."

"Wow! That's a surprise!"

"How come?"

"Well, so many of you Pakeha sheilas go green at the thought…"

"So, I'm not your average 'Paheka sheila'…"

"That you are not, my love. That you are not… C'mon, let's get back. There's firewood to bring in, showers to have and kai to prepare. And I think an early night in bed will do us both a power of good."

Sherri's stomach flipped at the mention of 'bed'.

Naomi's treat for dinner was a whole cooked crayfish, purchased from Seamart late the previous afternoon for her by Henare, and kept on ice since. Served half-each along with the salads and a bottle of New Zealand Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc that had been chilled on the same ice as the crayfish, it was a feast beyond measure. Warmed by the food and delicious wine, Sherri gazed across the candle-lit table into the dark eyes of the golden-skinned goddess sat opposite her and felt as if she was teetering on the edge of an abyss.

Naomi reached and took hold of Sherri's hand. Rubbing her thumb softly across her knuckles, she murmured, "I'm so pleased you are with me today. If I had come up by myself, I'd already be itching to get back to Auckland. But now it seems like Auckland is on another planet. Thank you!"

Sherri felt the heat rising in her cheeks, "No, it should be me thanking you. I never realised how much I needed to get away from everything for a while." A flash of guilt shot through her, but she still said, "I needed to put some distance between me and Steve."

Naomi squeezed her hand encouragingly, "Tell me about Steve."

So, Sherri told the goddess all about how she and Steve met and what they did together, leaving out the sex bits of course, and how both of their families expected that she and Steve would get married and start a family.

"He's got a lot of rough edges, but he's a good guy at heart. And he makes me laugh."

"And, do you expect to marry Steve?"

"It sometimes feels as though the deal is done."

Naomi reached and nipped out the candle flame between her forefinger and thumb. The room remained dimly lit by the two battery-driven neon camp lights that Naomi had rigged up, shielded by strips of old panty-hose to cut the glare. "Come on," she said softly, "Let's clear this mess up. Pour the last of the wine and we'll take a short walk on our beach; it's lovely in the moonlight. You will see a billion stars that you will never see in Auckland. And we can leave the crayfish remains on the sand for the seagulls' breakfast in the morning."

It was still cool, but the wind had dropped, so, paradoxically it seemed warmer than it had been during the day. The moon, although high, was a mere toenail that provided no light at all. Sherri had never seen a sky as black before and one so amazingly studded with sparkling bright diamonds. It seemed natural that the two should put their arms around each other and lean their heads close as they gazed at the spectacular display. 

Naomi pointed out major features, giving them their Maori names, 

"Te Ika a Maui…The Milky Way, 

"Takarua…Sirius, 

"Te Tira o Puanga…Orion's Belt, 

"Taki o Autahi…Southern Cross, 

"Matariki…Pleiades, 

"Rehua…Antares…"

And Sherri told her that, according to her old grandfather, when you see a brand new moon like the one above for the first time, you should turn the coins in your pocket over while you bow seven times and then make a wish, and the wish will come true. 

"Damn! I've got no money! Is it Ok just to bow?"

"Me either, but we could try!"

Aware that anybody watching would think them utterly ridiculous and completely mad, they both suppressed their giggles and bowed to the moon.

'Well, what did you wish for?" Naomi asked. Her eyes shone as brightly as the stars strewn across the sky above them.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone, or it won't work," Sherri told her, "but, I wished for the nicest thing possible."

With arms back around each other, they made their way back to the bach. When they reached the veranda, Sheri handed her empty wineglass to Naomi, saying that she had to pay a visit to the loo or she'd bust. "It's Ok, I don't need a torch. The starlight is bright enough for me to see my way."

On her return, she found that Naomi had turned off one of the lamps and moved the other one close to side of the bed. She had also turned down the corners of their duvets. Sherri's heart rate soared at the knowledge that in a very short while, she and Naomi would be sharing that bed.

Naomi smiled softly, "I have to pay a visit too…see you in a moment."

In a mad rush to get it done before Naomi returned, Sherri cleaned her teeth, stripped off her outer clothes and bra and donned her pyjamas. She made it under her duvet, pulling it up under her chin, just as Naomi came back in through the door.

"Boy! That was quick!" She laughed, seeing Sherri already in bed, "I don't think I dropped off out there!"

Feeling rather foolish, Sherri said nothing, but pretended that she was already falling asleep. But, she watched through half-closed eyes while Naomi made herself ready for the night. Her heart pounded like a drum as the Maori woman, with her back to Sherri, took off her clothes and folded them neatly until she was completely naked. Sherri found herself thinking of Naomi again as a golden goddess. She truly was beautiful, with a long slender back flaring into typically broad Polynesian hips and sturdy legs that were not at all as ugly as she intimated. And when Naomi loosed her dark hair and it cascaded down her back, past her waist, Sherri almost sobbed with wonder. It was the first time she had ever seen her with her hair free.

Naomi turned and walked unselfconsciously towards the bed. 'My God! She sleeps naked!' Sherri thought. Her pulse went into hyperdrive. She stared openly at Naomi now: at her small, pert, gently jiggling, dark-tipped breasts, at her slightly curved, smooth-skinned belly, and at the narrow strip of black hairs crowning the plump pudenda at the apex of her thighs. 'I swear she is so fine-haired down there, it looks like she doesn't have to shave!' 

And when Naomi climbed into the bed without trying to hide anything, Sherri caught a brief glimpse of the dark-fringed cleft between her legs before she covered herself with her duvet.

Naomi leaned on her elbow looking down at the young blonde. "When we were out on the beach just now, I was looking at you and thinking of an old Frank Sinatra song that Henare plays sometimes – he's such a hopeless romantic. I couldn't remember how the words went, but some of them came to me while I was sitting on the toilet. Her voice was light and melodic as she sang:

'Moonlight becomes – it goes with your hair. You certainly know the right thing to wear. Moonlight becomes you – I'm thrilled at the sight. And I could get so romantic tonight…'

"I can't remember the rest of it…cheesy I know…but that's the way I feel…"

Sherri felt a rising panic as Naomi slowly lowered her face and found her with her lips. And then Sherri felt as though she was melting under their warm soft pressure. 

But, this was wrong! She had never before been kissed romantically by a woman before! She was not gay! She was going to marry Steve and have babies! 

The panic returned. And it redoubled when she felt her duvet being lifted and Naomi's fingers at the buttons of her pyjama top. And when she felt Naomi's hand slide across her skin and cup her breast, Sherri went rigid and sobbed "No!" She instantly regretted saying it, but it was now too late.

The two women remained frozen like statues for what seemed like an aeon. Sherri blanched, expecting the same kind of resolute invasion she experienced when she 'rejected' Steve. But instead, she only felt the pressure of Naomi's soft lips on her forehead and heard her saying, "Oh, I am so very sorry, my sweetheart! I completely misunderstood, please forgive me!"

Naomi reached behind her and turned off the lamp, then stayed close, softly stroking Sherri's hair until the younger woman fell asleep. And then she slept herself.



Weekend At The Bach Ch. 3



Dawn was just breaking when Sherri woke in desperate need of a pee. Carefully, so as not to waken Naomi, she slid out from under her duvet and made her way outside to the dunny. The morning air was cold and damp, and incredibly still. She left the corrugated iron door wide open so that she could watch the sun coming up behind the Cavalli Islands and sat and on the smooth, worn old wooden seat to let her urine flow. 'How many hundred bums have gone here before mine?' she wondered to herself. She could hear the gentle sloughing of the waves on the beach and the sound of gulls squabbling in the distance. 

'Probably over those crayfish scraps we left them last night!' she thought. 

The newly reborn sun shot brilliant rays over the distant horizon. Sherri felt her nipples crinkle and she shivered, not just with the coolness of the air, but at the beauty of it all. She decided that she had never been more content in her whole life.

Still shivering slightly, she made her way back indoors. Remembering Naomi's instruction that: "First one up perks up the fire!" Sherri opened the damper on the stove and stoked the firebox the way Naomi showed her. Then she made her way back to her side of the bed. 

Naomi was still fast asleep, with her lips slightly parted and her black hair in tangled disarray on her pillow. Sherri gazed down at her, amazed that although she was utterly wearied, Naomi had still wanted to make love last night. Now, after a good night's sleep, the dark purple 'Panda Eyes' marks on her cheeks had all but disappeared. And, with her features relaxed, Naomi looked so much younger and vulnerable; her normally tough, competent persona restored to innocence. Sherri felt her heart lurch and mentally questioned herself why she felt so warm inside at the sight of the sleeping woman.

Sherri hesitated at the bedside, unable to make up her mind. Should she show Naomi that she was not afraid to be nude in the same bed as her, or shouldn't she? Naomi stirred in her sleep, rolling onto her back. Her duvet fell away from her chest, revealing a semicircle of dark nipple. Sherri's heart began to race as she reached her decision. Quickly she slipped off her pyjamas and panties, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Trembling with guilt and anxiety, she slipped under her duvet. Her side of the bed was still warm with her body heat, but there was a greater radiation emanating from beside her.

She studied Naomi's sleeping face again, marvelling at the impossibly long, dark eyelashes resting on her smooth cheeks, her straight nose and her full, soft lips. The memory of those warm lips pressing on hers the night before raised goosebumps on Sherri's skin and she shivered once more.

Naomi stirred again, muttering something unintelligible in her sleep. The full, dusky pink round of her nipple came into Sherri's view. Sherri leaned closer to the slumbering woman and watched closely as the teat stiffened in the cool morning air. Tentatively she lifted the edge of Naomi's duvet, giving in to the nerve-screaming desire to see every rounded curve of that small but wonderful breast. She shivered again and wished that she had the courage to take Naomi's nipple in her mouth and warm it for her. She was sure that Naomi would not mind.

Sherri's heart crashed against her rib cage. She had dried herself properly after having a pee, but she felt very moist between her legs. Her hand shook violently as she lifted Naomi's duvet down near her waist. 

Anxious thoughts jangled in Sherri's mind, 'What would Naomi say if she caught me perving her like this?' 

Peering into the semidarkness, she marvelled at the subtle swoops and planes of Naomi's ribcage, hipbones and stomach, and the dainty depression of her navel. Inevitably, her eyes were drawn to the black-crowned mound at the fork of Naomi's rounded thighs. A deep yearning flooded through her. 

Slowly and carefully, so as not to disturb Naomi's slumber, Sherri crept down the bed. She lifted the duvet again, higher this time. Naomi lay with her legs slightly parted. With every nerve in her body screaming with fear at being caught, Sherri took a deep breath and slipped her head under the covers. Naomi's lower belly and her sex were directly beneath her eyes. She stared in wonder at the mysterious cleft starting among the silky, springy hairs on her mound. Sherri's supposition of the previous night was correct; Naomi did not need to trim or shave down there, her hairs were naturally fine and sparse. Sherri's gaze avidly traced the pouting lines of the dark-fringed groove, so much like the cowrie shells they collected on the beach yesterday! She lowered her face until her lips almost touched Naomi's hairs and inhaled gently. Yes, that seashell smell was there, but stronger and spicier.

Very softly, very gently, and with a quaking heart, Sherri let her lips brush the silken tuft. Then as slowly and as carefully as when she had made the journey down, Sherri returned to her own pillow. She looked across at Naomi to make sure that she was still asleep, to find two almond-shaped brown eyes regarding her steadily. 

Sherri felt the blood rushing to her face, "Ohhhh, I'm so sorry…I couldn't help looking… you are so beautiful…"

Naomi pushed Sherri's duvet back. She made no comment about Sherri not wearing her pyjamas any more. Instead, she looked Sherri's pale naked body up and down, taking in her full, soft-pink-tipped breasts and the golden forest below her smooth rounded tummy and murmured, "You are very beautiful also."

"Th-thank you," Sherri stuttered.

Naomi just smiled warmly. Lifting her own duvet in welcome, she said huskily, "Hey, girl! Come over here…"

Sherri almost swooned when Naomi put her arm around her and pressed her breasts into hers. She trembled at the feel of Naomi's flat belly and her own, meeting and melding together. The silken rasp of Naomi's pubic mound on her thigh as Naomi swung her leg over hers and pulled their lower halves closer together made her heart race. And when she eased her hand around Naomi's waist and found the firm smooth orbs of her bottom cheeks, Sherri fell into a chasm of self-knowledge.

When Naomi kissed her this time, Sherri willingly opened her mouth. She felt Naomi's tongue seek hers; not in a tonsil-grabbing invasion like she usually got with Steve, but a sensual, caressing invitation to respond in kind. Naomi's hand stroked her back, her hips and the backs of her thighs. Sherri felt fingertips run teasingly down from her tailbone via the gash between the cheeks of her bottom to touch her sex from behind. The fingers explored her wetness, setting off tingling feelings like she had never experienced before. She felt uncomfortable, believing that Naomi would think her moisture dirty, but was then reassured when Naomi broke their kiss and breathed, "Oh my, Sherri, you feel so wonderfully wet and ready!"

Sherri trembled so much, she could hardly speak, but managed to force the words out, "Can I touch you too?"

"Of course!"

When Naomi's fingers left her sex, Sherri almost cried out with disappointment. But then she felt their slick dampness take hold of her wrist and lead her hand between their bellies and into the astonishing warm softness between Naomi's thighs. Sherri experimentally fingered the plump, soft lips, felt them parting and then the slippery lubrication springing forth. 

Sherri heard Naomi sigh, "Mmmmmm! That feels sooooo good!" And then she felt Naomi's fingers return to her newly discovered pleasure point, this time from the front. A warm swelling feeling began to fill her belly. Naomi's mouth found her nipple. Her gentle, sensual suckling sent further shocks of delight to that special spot between her legs.

Her fingers found the entrance to the goddess's body. Holding her breath, she slipped her index finger into beginning of the silky wet heat. Naomi chuckled throatily, "That is very daring of you, my dear!" 

Naomi took hold of Sherri's hand again, pushing her finger deeper into the heat. She held Sherri there, rhythmically rubbing her mound and fat outer sex lips against Sherri's palm and muttering hotly, "That's it my darling! Fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me! You are so wonderful! Yes, my angel! Fuck me!"

Abruptly, Naomi stopped moving. Sherri could feel a rapid pulse beating through the satin walls clinging to her finger. Naomi looked deeply into her eyes, "Sherri, darling, I want to eat you. Will you do it for me as well?"

A dreadful uncertainty invaded Sherri's mind. This was an enormous step. She had sucked Steve's cock many times before and swallowed his semen. She had even let him have sex with her mouth as if it were her vagina. That was natural. That was 'normal'. Men and women did that all the time. But now she was being asked to put her face between another woman's legs and to put her mouth and tongue on another woman's sex! Steve always refused to do it to her, saying that he couldn't stand the smell of tuna! Would she too be revolted by the smell?

Naomi's voce broke into Sherri's thoughts, "If you don't want to, it's Ok. I'll understand."

Naomi was being so considerate and kind that Sherri's emotions got the better of her. Tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks, "I have never done it before, I don't know if I can!"

Naomi's lips kissed the salty droplets from her. Then she kissed Sherri's mouth softly again, "Don't be afraid, "she murmured gently, "I won't force you. But, will you still let me kiss you?"

Sherri wanted that more than anything in the world! "Oh yes! Yes Please!" she sighed. 

She allowed Naomi to part her thighs and heard her whisper; "Your nono is so beautiful!"

The touch of soft cheeks nestling against her inner skin and heavily cascading hair across her belly and thighs was heavenly. And when Naomi found her pleasure point, the sensuous, lancing sparks started, and Sherri dissolved in a sea of delightful sensations she had never imagined possible. The swelling heat suffused her lower belly as all her earlier inhibitions melted away under the influence of Naomi's flickering tongue. She knew she was panting and moaning in a way she never had before, but she didn't care. She responded to the astounding stimulus, thrusting her pelvis hungrily at her lover and begging for penetration. Naomi's flickering, caressing, oral muscle found the little entrance to her sex and slipped inside. It could not enter her very far, but Sherri cried out with rapture. She reached for her legs behind her knees and pulled herself wide apart and back towards her chest, offering Naomi her entire being in wanton abandon.

Her stomach muscles spasmed with pleasure cramps. Her bloated nipples tingled with passion and desire. And when Naomi's finger suddenly slid past the tight clinging gateway to her vagina, a tempest of shooting stars and ecstatic waves of hotness rolled throughout Sherri's body and up her spine. She howled her rapture again and again, writhing and trapping Naomi between her legs. 

The goddess rode the storm with her, stoking her flanks and murmuring words of comfort and endearment. Slowly, Sherri descended into a warm, enveloping bath of completeness and wellbeing. Little aftershocks sparkled in her belly with Naomi's every touch, making her gasp with surprise and exhilaration. 

Naomi came up to lie beside her, face to face, belly to belly. Still gently stroking Sherri's back, bottom and thighs, Naomi kissed her tenderly. "That was your first ever orgasm wasn't it?" It was a statement, not a question.

Still breathless from the power of her climax, all Sherri could do was nod her agreement. Her own smell on Naomi's lips was so intoxicating, Sherri decided that she would not hold back the next time Naomi asked her to go down there; if there ever was a next time. She felt that she had been selfish. She could not leave Naomi 'hanging' with frustration. She slid her hand between their bellies and between Naomi's legs again. Her sex was soaked with her juices, as were the insides of her thighs. Sherri's fingers found the little sucking hole again. She slipped one finger inside and then a second.

Naomi rubbed her breasts against Sherri's and ground her mound against Sherri's palm while the blonde girl's fingers sounded her wet, slushy depths. Her panting breaths got deeper, faster and more ragged. Suddenly Naomi went rigid and let out a sharp, keening wail. Sherri felt inner walls clamping and fluttering around her fingers. And then her goddess-lover collapsed, shuddering against her, mumbling, "Ehhhh, kia ora, my dear! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

They slept entwined in each other's arms for another hour, and then they showered together, soaping and rinsing, and then towelling each other down afterwards. Sherri kissed the springy, fragrant tuft of hairs at the base of Naomi's belly after drying her feet. And she marvelled at how natural it felt, and so satisfying, to share such intimacies with another woman. For the first time in her life, Sherri felt whole.

Still nude, Naomi walked across to her bag, which was sat on the bed. Sherri watched her retreating back, marvelling at the subtle play of muscle beneath her golden skin in the morning sunlight as she moved, and then at the perfect cones of her breasts as Naomi bent over to rummage in her bag. 

Naomi returned carrying a small box. "I brought you here in the hope that we would mahi aroha…make love," she murmured shyly. "And I brought you a gift." She opened the box and extracted a pounamu pendant in the shape of a heart. She hung the cord around Sherri's neck and kissed her tenderly. "Mauria tenei tautau i nga wa katoa hai whakaturi…" she whispered, "Wear this pendant always as a love token."

After breakfast, which consisted mainly of deep, loving looks and tidbits fed to each other from their plates, they packed their gear back into the Ford and closed up the bach. The metallic snick as Naomi engaged the padlock on the front door was like a bullet through Sherri's heart.

They walked along the little private beach for one last time. This time, Sherri did not feel self conscious that they were holding hands. In fact, this time, she reached out and took hold of Naomi. It was going to be difficult, but she was going to tell Steve that it was all over between them, even if nothing more came out of this weekend. But, one thing she needed reassurance on was what had happened between her and Naomi was as unique to the Maori woman as it was to her.

"Naomi, have you ever brought anyone else up here like this?" she asked.

Naomi took Sherri in her arms, pressing their fronts together. Sherri felt her nipples harden and the hot moistness start between her legs. "Sherri, my love," she murmured, kissing the blonde girl's eyelids gently. "You are certainly not the first girl I have ever slept with, but you mean so much more to me than all of them put together. And you are definitely the only one that I have made love with in that bed."

A flood of warm relief swept thorough Sherri, "And are you going to say anything about this to Henare?"

"Of course I will!"

"You will! How will he react?"

"Henare will be thrilled to bits!"

Naomi's answer stunned Sherri to the core, "I…I don't understand, what do you mean?" she stuttered.

"Henare is my tungane…my brother."

"B…but, you said that you had seen him naked…and you described his erection!"

Naomi laughed softly, "That is true…Henare and I have shared the bed many times…we both sleep with nothing on, so I have seen all of his body and he all of mine. It is fascinating the way his ure gets hard first thing in the morning while he is still asleep…I have watched it often…

"And before you get any strange ideas about me having sex with my brother, my sweet, Henare is as queer as I am. His boyfriend is staying at our apartment this weekend."

Sherri felt dizzy. She nestled her forehead on Naomi's shoulder and clung to her for support. Her mind raced, 'Then I must be queer!' Gay, lesbian, dyke, call it what you like…I am indeed 'different' and I feel so very good about it!'

"Naomi, how do you say 'I love you' in Maori?"

"E tino aroha ana ahou ki a koe…I adore you!"

"E tino aroha ana ahou ki a koe. Oh yes! I am going to tell Steve about us."

"Are you sure that's wise?"

She looked Naomi full in the face, "I have never been more sure of anything in my life!"

Naomi kissed her lips softly.

"Forgive me for asking," Sherri continued when they finally broke apart. She felt as if she had just wet her pants. "I have some leave owing, and our days off coincide again next time. Can we come up here again, for a longer stay?"

Naomi's answer was another kiss.

Sherri pulled her new-found love by the hand back to the car at a run. In a fever of desire, she dragged her duvet from out of the back seat, where it was rolled up ready for the journey back to Auckland. With trembling fingers she unlocked the front door to the bach, pulled the equally agitated Naomi inside, and threw the duvet across the bed to protect the mattress.

They were stripped in an instant. Lips and tongue found lips and tongue. Fingers and warm mouths aroused breasts and nipples to ripe tumescence. Firm sweeping bellies and swelling pubic crowns were explored with sharp gasps of delight. Silky thighs were parted and caressed by soft cheeks. Tongues ravished plump lower lips and sought out fiery pleasure spots. Fingers enquired at orifices, both vaginal and anal, producing deep throaty moans of pleasure. Each one drowned in her lover's spicy, salty, honey tastes and ozone odours. And the desire to bring her woman to ecstasy consumed her entire being.

Lightning bolts and rolling waves overwhelmed them both, leaving them beached and panting with cheeks resting on inner thighs, with eyes gazing adoringly at the magical, fragrant clefts they had given and taken so much pleasure from. 

Sherri paid homage to her lover's sex with her lips and felt Nomi respond in kind. They dressed quickly. They should have left half an hour since and now they would need to drive very fast if Naomi was to make her shift on time. But, before they locked up the bach again, they shared another kiss, tasting themselves on each other's lips and holding each other close.

"I want to smell you on me until we get home," Sherri said softly.

"Me too, and I'm going to, " Naomi replied, "But, just watch the reaction at the gas station when we stop to fill up in Kawkawa though!"

As they were driving along the track beside the sea on the way to the tar seal, Naomi looked at the bright sunlight sparkling on the surf and said wryly. "The weather may not be as good next time. It's pretty unreliable this early in spring…you could be stuck in that one room with me for a whole week."

Sherri stroked the pounamu heart at her throat and looked at her woman lovingly, "Personally, I'm going to be praying for rain!"  

Maori-English Glossary