Chapter 4: Cunni-What?

As it happened, Frank was halfway through a job installing drywall and was pleased to have my help. We didn’t actually talk about my worries and wonderings until we stopped for ‘smoko’. I told him pretty much everything that had gone down with Andrea. He was impressed.

“Wow! You have been listening! Sounds like you are doing very well with her.” I was actually quite proud of the way I was following his advice;

“The things you have been telling me have been really helpful. I’m hoping to take things further just talking, and then try to see if we can go somewhere private.”

“Keep talking to her about masturbating. Tell her to have a pee before she starts and to lie or sit on a towel when she touches herself.”

“Will she be able to have a climax if she does that?”

“Dunno, but not having to worry if she pees a bit will help for sure.” He paused and looked at me keenly. You’ve made an amazing amount of progress. It’s good to try to get her thinking about doing sexy stuff with you while she masturbates.”

“What sort of stuff?”

“You touching her breasts, licking her nipples, sucking, kissing – perhaps even nibbling. You exploring her pussy, getting your fingers wet and slippery with her juice and rubbing around her button.” I got very hard very quickly.

“What else?” Frank took a very deep breath and muttered to himself that he’d never imagined talking to a twelve-year-old about cunnilingus.

“What’s that?”

“Eating pussy.”

“Wow!”

“Seems you like the smell and taste of pussy?”

“It’s amazing”

“You could try talking to her about kissing and licking and sucking her coochie! Go gently and slowly. Girls worry a lot about smell, but most of them find thinking about being licked there quite exciting.”

“Wow!”

“And it sounds like she was interested in her cousin’s cock and she’s very interested in yours. Talk about letting her watch you pull yourself and see you spurt. “It’s a short step to talking about her pulling you.”

“Wow!”

“Then you could talk about her licking and sucking your cock and perhaps even eventually tasting your spunk!”

That was too much. I can still remember all these years later, how I grabbed at myself as I came in my pants for the first time ever. It wasn’t the last. Uncle Frank laughed.

“Shooting in your pants or your hand or her hand or even her mouth is fine, but NEVER anywhere near her pussy! NEVER!” He leaned closer for emphasis. “You got that?” I got that.

“Nowhere near her pussy. Right. Did you do that lots? Shoot in a girl’s hand or mouth?” Uncle Frank drew a big breath.

“People who aren’t married do that instead of going all the way.”

“No names, but have you done it, gone all the way?”

“Yup” quite a bit. I use condoms.”

“French Letters - Frenchies?”

“Yes, but you’re too young to be doing that yet.”

“Okay. The stuff you’ve told me has already put me years ahead of other guys.” We went back to work, and didn’t talk any more about Andrea or sex.

I was very keen to take things a bit further with Andrea, but for various reasons (like cricket practice, and a school trip to the National Museum), we didn’t get to sit on the roller again until the following Wednesday. I handed her up, and made a small performance about bowing over her hand and sniffing it. She laughed.

“Tasting you last week was the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me!” Andrea blushed.

“It was so dirty and wicked. I tingled all afternoon!”

“I was hard all afternoon. I pulled myself in the toilets, but my cock stayed hard. I did it again a couple of times in the night. I was thinking about you.” Andrea looked interested, and then a little sad.

“I’ve kept touching myself, but I’ve always had to stop before I peed myself!”

“You could empty your bladder before you start, and sit or lie on a towel. Then you can keep going, even when you think you want to pee. You’d probably come to a climax without peeing, but even if you did pee, there will only be a few drops and the towel will catch it.” She looked thoughtful.

“I can’t do that right now, and I can’t let you smell me today. I’ve got my period.”

“I don’t know anything much about periods. Is it ok to talk about that?”

“My mum says I shouldn’t ever let any man know I am bleeding, and I need to be very careful about the smell.”

“Wow! That’s pretty heavy!”

“Mum’s quite old fashioned in some ways, but the teachers here are very matter of fact. When Cynthia got her period at school last year, we took her to Mrs Morgan. She didn’t make a big deal of it, just got Cynthia something to clean up with and showed her how to fix a napkin. ‘A normal and natural function’ she said.”

“Do you get randy? When you’re bleeding I mean?” Andrea blushed again.

“Maybe a bit more than usual. Amanda asked me the same thing. She said some girls do.”

“When will your period be finished? I can’t wait to taste you again!”

“Tomorrow night. You really want to taste me don’t you?” I remembered my conversation with Uncle Frank and went for it.

“I want to do more than just taste you. I want to kiss and lick your coochie. I want to suck your love button.” Andrea squirmed on the roller and got very red in the face. “I want you to teach me how you like to be touched and licked and sucked. I want to pull myself and let you see me squirt. I want to teach you how to touch me.”

“I’d like to touch your cock!” Andrea kept squirming and got even redder. I upped the ante.

“Maybe even lick it or suck it?”

“Maybe” She slid down off the roller. Right now I’m so wet I need to go and change my napkin.”

We didn’t get back to the roller on Friday. Andrea met me outside the cloakroom after school. She clearly had a plan.

“Would your parents let you go to the movies tomorrow?

“Matinee for sure, probably not in the evening.

I meant the matinee. Will you meet me at the theatre?”

“Sure – can we go somewhere afterwards?”

“Dunno – probably for just a little while.”

I was very glad I had been earning spending money with Uncle Frank. In terms of a couple of movie tickets, popcorn, ice-creams, cokes etc., I was rolling in dough. I made sure to take the long way home past our local cinema, the ‘Ascot’, and checked out what was on. The ‘Ascot’s billboards proudly proclaimed it was screening ‘The Big Country’ – a romantic Texas western starring Gregory Peck.

I wasn’t sure whether to tell Mum that I was meeting a girl. Going to a Saturday matinee wasn’t necessarily a big deal, but I did suspect she would wonder why I was going to a romantic movie. I eventually decided honesty (well at least some) was the best policy. Mum’s reaction was something of a surprise. She inspected me and my clothing for cleanliness and insisted on taking a picture with our box brownie. I found it among the hundreds I sorted through when she died a few years back. Before I left for the ‘Ascot’, she reminded me that I knew how to act like a gentleman, and told me to be home for dinner at six.

I can honestly say I had no plans to do much with Andrea at the movies. It was basically her idea, and my fantasies about what we might do extended no further than some kissing and perhaps a taste of her fingers. That was until I met her in the foyer and saw she was wearing a skirt and blouse. I had an idea, and took a risk.

“Go to the Ladies and take off your panties. Put them in your purse.” Andrea giggled.

“I will if you will.” I would.

And that was how I found myself sitting in the rear of the ‘Dress Circle’ (twenty five cents for kids) with Andrea between me and the wall, with my very swollen glans rubbing against the grey serge behind the fly buttons of my long pants, and my underpants in my pocket. We contained our excitement through the seemingly interminable advertisements, until eventually the house lights went down and the ‘shorts’ started.