Chapter 4: Saran Wrapped!

I worked with Uncle Frank on Sunday. I brought him up to speed on my adventures with Bronwyn, and in particular, about my ignorance of what a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship implied.

“I get the licking and sucking bit, but what else am I committing to?”

“Hard to say. I was a lot older than you are before I got to the sort of relationship you seem to be in. You’ll have to talk lots about what it means to Bronwyn at the same time as you try and work out what you want.” He grinned. “Apart from slipping your cock into somewhere warm and tight and slippery!” I laughed, and Frank seemed to have another thought. He got very serious.

“Oral sex is fine, dry humping is fine, handjobs and fingering is fine, but NO bare cock anywhere near her pussy.”

“What’s dry humping?”

“Rubbing your stiffy on her crutch through your clothes.” I laughed.

“Doesn’t stay dry very long!” We laughed together, until Frank reminded me that Mum did my washing.

“Don’t go home with spunk all over your underpants, or your Mum will be asking me to talk to you again.”

“I get why we can’t fuck and that spurting inside her might knock her up, but why can’t I rub my knob on the outside of her pussy?”

“Because sperm can swim a long way, and you dribble a few before you actually spurt. Getting someone pregnant will fuck up their life and yours too!”

He was right of course. It was practically impossible to access legal abortion in NZ in the 1950s, and it was illegal to provide or even talk about contraception to anyone under 16. Teenage pregnancies were distressingly common, and the unfortunate girls concerned were usually banished before the pregnancy showed. They were sent ‘up North for a while’, often delivered the child in a Salvation Army facility or Catholic hospital, and in most cases never saw the baby again after giving birth because it was believed that it was best for all concerned if the child was taken away immediately and fostered until an adoption could be arranged. In later years, I understood that this whole situation was barbaric, but at the time, it was just the ‘way things were’.

“No babies. Got it!” But I wasn’t satisfied. “You’ve had lots of girlfriends. What was the arrangement between you?”

“For all my relationships, so far anyway, it’s been understood that we would spend our free time with each other rather than dating anyone else, that we would try to care for and love each other as well as we could, and that we would talk about what we wanted in terms of what we did when we were together.”

“You mean sex?”

“Yes, and pretty much everything else as well.” Frank paused. He had clearly had another thought. “The bit about her maybe wanting to have you as a boyfriend as a protection against having sex with a whole lot of boys might be important.”

“I don’t know what difference that would make, she seemed ready enough to agree to a temporary arrangement where we didn’t spend time with anyone else.”

“Perhaps you could just agree to be ‘temporary boyfriend and girlfriend’. At your age, and maybe for another ten years, the reality is that any arrangement is temporary!”

“What do you reckon Mum and Dad will think about me having a girlfriend? Even a temporary one?” He grinned.

“What will they worry about? You tell me!” I must have looked blank because he went on. “You go on your first ‘date’, meet a girl at the movies and come home stinking of pussy with spunk all over your underpants!”

“They’ll worry about me getting her pregnant!”

“You got it! And what is important to them apart from that?” I thought hard, Frank waited.

“Behave properly – no trouble at school or anywhere else!”

“What else?”

“Good grades?” I didn’t get what my Uncle was driving at

“How are the Reed kids grades?” I still didn’t get it.

“Brian is in my home room. We’re both in the top stream. He beats me in Maths and Physics and History, I beat him in Chemistry and Biology and English. His shop work is shit and he can’t sing to save himself. We haven’t been graded in PE. Dunno about Bronwyn.”

“So if you had a study partner?” I got it.

“So I haven’t got a girlfriend – even a ‘temporary’ one. I’ve got a study group at the Reed’s place.”

“You won’t fool your Mum for very long, but she won’t see anything she doesn’t have to, provided your grades improve.”

We left it at that, and I made sure to talk to Brian at lunchtime on Monday. I told him what Uncle Frank had suggested. He was thoughtful.

“We could set up in the ‘family room’, but we’d actually have to do some study. Mum and Dad would go for it. They’re pretty keen for both of us to go to university eventually, and a study group would give us some cover.”

“Would Robyn be into studying with us?”

“Probably.” I was curious.

“She wasn’t into schoolwork before.”

“You mean at Primary?”

“Yeah. She wasn’t much interested in school, or anything else really, until eighth grade.” I would have said more, particularly about what Robyn became interested in during eighth grade, but Uncle Frank was evidently patrolling on the edge of my consciousness.

“Her Dad died in a car crash a few years back and her Mum had to go back to work. She has a new step dad now and he is pushing her to do well at school. He says she ‘has potential’.” Brian laughed. “I reckon she ‘has potential’ too!” I joined his chuckle.

“I don’t think that’s what he means.”

“Come round this afternoon and we can talk about it.” I did.

Bronwyn and I had never even mentioned schoolwork before. She was interested in a study group. So was Robyn, and she had a suggestion.

“Let’s do the meal prep and then pair off tonight and Friday, and get together for our first ‘Study Group’ on Sunday – unless you guys do church?”

“I don’t!” Neither did the Reeds.

I taught Brian to peel potatoes and prepare them for roasting. He wasn’t delighted by the prospect of increasing his contribution to the household chores, but I think he realised that his chances were slim against the combined determination of Bronwyn, me, and especially Robyn. I found some yellow Colemans Mustard powder in the Reed’s big walk-in pantry, and rubbed a very little on the spuds with lard and salt. Everyone was impressed.

I was naked in Bronwyn’s bedroom before ten past four, and spurted spunk all over her left ankle by about twenty past.

We had shed our clothes very quickly and rolled together in her bed without saying much, and after a couple of steamy kisses, I had headed south to suckle and nibble on her nipples. Bronwyn was suitably appreciative, and after a few more minutes she spread her legs and pushed my head towards her crotch as I scootched down the bed between them.

“Lick me!”

Of course, I had looked at her pubes as we undressed. They were even hairier than the only other girl I had looked at, and miles hairier than me or any other boy I had seen, and when I was between her legs I could see that her bush extended down over the lips of her slit. The part of her button I could see poking out between them was a brownish pink, and she was starting to get wet. The whole area smelled amazing, and when I tried a tentative lick, she tasted as good as she smelled. I became very aware of the pressure in my own pelvis as my cock rubbed against her instep and ankle.

“Keep licking!”

I used the flat of my tongue to lick up her lips and over her button three or four times as Bronwyn wriggled and squirmed, and the underside of my knob really liked the feeling of her instep as her foot found its own way into my crotch.

“Mmmff!” Bronwyn ramped up her squirming, and when I pulled my head back and took a big breath, I could see that the whole area was now shiny with her juices and the brownish skin covering her button had pulled back so the button itself was sticking out through the black hair like a swollen scarlet bean. I tried to suck it into my mouth and used the tip of my tongue to ‘tickle’ it as I held it between my lips.

“Fingers!” Bronwyn gasped. “Put your fingers in me!” I ran my middle finger up and down between the swollen lips and was almost surprised how easily it slipped into her body. I followed it with a second, which also went in very easily. I loved the slippery warmth and the way the muscles inside her seemed to tighten around them. It would be many years before I learned about ‘G spots’, and I had no real idea what I was doing or supposed to be doing, but Bronwyn responded even more vigorously. I kept moving my fingers in and out as I sucked and licked.

Bronwyn soon stiffened and arched her back. For half a second or so, she lifted her pelvis and my upper body off the mattress, before relaxing completely with a satisfied sigh. The feeling of her body moving under me pushed me over the top and I moaned as I spurted my spunk over her leg. Bronwyn giggled.

“We’ve made a mess!” She cuddled against me and relaxed completely. I was disappointed I had spunked. My fantasies of being sucked had been central to my pulling myself all the previous week, but after a few more minutes cuddling, Bronwyn seemed to come back out of her own world. She didn’t seem to be bothered about the mess on the sheets and her leg, but she picked up on my disappointment.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been looking forward to you sucking me, but I’ve spurted already.” She giggled.

“I noticed!” For a moment, she was uncertain, but then seemed to come to a decision. “I could lick you to clean you up! Would you be okay with that?”

Tough decision! I didn’t get a chance to say anything before she headed south and I stroked her head and murmured my appreciation as she licked my gradually softening tackle. She licked my ball sack too, and that was almost as nice as her tongue on my penis.