Chapter 6: A Proper Girlfriend Asks for Trouble

I slept late on Sunday. When I eventually surfaced, Frank was already over at his house. Grandma again demonstrated her almost uncanny ability to intuit what was going on with me.

“I’ve made you a cooked breakfast. You’ll need to keep your strength up!” She treated me to her wicked grin. I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Grandma evidently wanted a reaction, and she poked me again.

“You’ll be seeing a lot of Robyn!” Another wicked grin. This was a new grandma, and as I sat down for sausages and bacon and eggs, I decided to go for it and push back.

“I gather you and Grandpa have talked.” She smiled, but there was something else there too.

“Yes.” Now her smile was clearly a sad one. “Frank seems to be doing much better with you that we managed to do with him and your dad.”

“Frank’s given me lots of advice. Lots of useful things about relating to girls, what they want and don’t want, and how to negotiate what we both want to do around sex stuff.” I was pushing the edge, but Grandma didn’t bat an eyelid.

“He’s done pretty well. He’s a good, kind, sensible, and decent man, and we’ve managed to let him largely live his own life while living at home. It’s just a shame that we’ve done it by not talking about things that might cause conflict.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” She sighed.

“Perhaps to some degree, but we got very hung up on Presbyterian attitudes, and followed them pretty puritanically until the hard liners took control and we realised how we had ignored our misgivings and abandoned common sense. Our ability to give the kids what they needed was compromised.”

“Dad’s pretty fixed in his belief system, but perhaps you could talk to Frank about what’s changed for you, and what you believe and value now?”

“That’s what you said to Grandad. We’re going to talk more about whether we can talk to Frank and what we might say. You’re a very smart young man. You seem a lot older than nearly fifteen. Robyn’s lucky!”

I floated off to Frank’s with my head slightly swollen by Grandma’s praise, and my dick slightly swollen with lust and anticipatory excitement. Frank was gibbing, and I worked with him until he went off to get fish and chips for a very late lunch.

The main parts of all four walls of the bedroom we were working in were now lined, but the slow bit was measuring and cutting to fit the sheets around the door and window openings, and fitting the corners. They might have been square and plumb seventy years previously when the house was built or they might not, but they sure weren’t now! I had expected to see Robyn by now, and I was twitchy.

“Aren’t you expecting Emma?” Frank just smiled. Smart bastard! “Well are you?”

“Dunno – are you expecting Robyn?” He kept smiling.

“Hoping!” He took pity on me.

“I heard a rumour that Robyn was quite keen to come over and inspect your room. If we do a bit more now, you can stop and wash up when they get here before you ‘show her the room’.” There was just enough emphasis on the last bit to let me know that Robyn was in fact actually coming. I had a better idea than a simple ‘wash up’.

We worked for another hour before Robyn and Emma arrived, then quit, at least for the afternoon. Frank and Emma announced that they were going back to her place and that dinner would be served over there at seven. They departed, leaving Robyn and me alone.

“Let’s have a bath together.”

“Okay -but I have some bad news.” She hurried on. “We can lick and suck, but I’m fertile right now. I won’t be safe until next weekend.” I was disappointed but did my best to hide it.

“We can still have a good time and explore how to help each other feel good. I’ve wanted to fuck you forever. I can wait another week!” She looked excited, and also slightly relieved.

I had had an opportunity to examine Robyn’s body before, during our ‘look but don’t touch’ ‘orgy’ at the Reed’s a month or so previously and I had sat in the Reed’s tub with Bronwyn under the shower rose, but Frank had no shower yet, so I opened the newly shined brass taps over the big clawfoot bath with its worn and stained enamel, and we undressed as hot water filled the tub and steam filled the room.

The bathroom was tiny. The big bath took up all the outside wall, and the toilet and washbasin filled the rest of the room. The houses on that side of the street had originally been built for NZ Railways to be rented to their employees, and they were of identical design. Fortunately, they were staggered slightly so that the window over the bath didn’t align with the parlour window of the house next door to the West, but looked on a blank wall. Just as well, Frank had ‘disappeared’ the ragged and grimy curtains that had covered the window when he first took possession, and Robyn’s naked body was a sight to behold.

She wasn’t yet fifteen, but had what I now recognise as the fully developed body of an adult woman. Her hair was mousy brown, but her pubes were a little darker. She was quite curvy, with C cup breasts, a distinctly narrower waist and quite broad hips. Her face was pretty rather than beautiful, but her features were regular and her lips were full. As I smoothed back the shoulder length hair from her face, I noticed for the first time that her ears were enormous. She saw me looking at them and flushed a little.

“My ears are too big, but if you make any jokes about Noddy you’ll be trying to find your balls in the garden!”

“Your ears are bigger than mine – but so are your tits! No complaints about either from me.”

I had looked at Robyn’s genitals during our ‘orgy’, but at the time, they were at least partly obscured by Brian’s fingers. Now I knelt in front of her so my face was level with her groin. She seemed keen to show herself, and spread her legs slightly and rocked her pelvis forward. Her nether lips were indeed huge! They were sparsely covered with hair, despite her luxuriant bush, and her button protruded at their junction, scarlet, peeking from under its brownish hood, wet and shiny with her juices. Her smell filled the room.

I couldn’t have held back even if I had tried, but in the event, I made no effort whatever to restrain myself. I leaned forward and buried my face in her vulva, moving my head from side to side so my nose spread those fat lips and my face was bathed in her juices. Robyn drew breath sharply and moaned softly as I licked up from the bottom of her slit to her button. Moving almost of their own volition, my hands kneaded her buttocks, alternately squeezing and spreading them as I kept slurping and licking. That went very well for a while, but then I became aware that Robyn was hunching her pelvis to get more stimulation on her button, and I transferred my attention there, alternately sucking it hard and stabbing at it with my tongue pointed.

Robyn seemed to enjoy both of these actions, and after a few more minutes, she stiffened, tensing her whole body, and let out a laugh that seemed to come from low down in her belly. She swivelled her body and sat down quite abruptly on the edge of the bath, leaving me on my knees on the very worn and badly cracked linoleum beside her lower legs, almost delirious with the smell and taste of her juices, and with a painfully hard stiffy. She smiled at me.

“Your turn. Bring that thing up here!”

I hurried to stand and offer her my cock to pleasure, but as I did, I nudged her knee. I think Robyn must have been shifting position at the time, or perhaps she just slipped, but my nudge was enough to cause her to lose her balance and fall backwards into the bath. There was an almighty splash, and at least five gallons of water slopped over the side of the bath. Robyn must have twisted her body further as she went over backwards, because her head didn’t make contact with the opposite side of the bath. Instead, it went under, and she sat up coughing and spluttering.

In later life, I learned that there are some circumstances in which it is best not to laugh, but as Frank would sometimes remind me, I was ‘young and foolish’ at the time, and I couldn’t help myself. That didn’t go down well.

“You arsehole! That wasn’t funny!” She snarled. I was nonplussed.

“Sorry! Did I do that?”

“No – you fuckwit. I dived backwards into the bath because I’m practicing for the fucken Olympics!” I was a slow learner.

“Love your costume!” Robyn knelt in the now half-full bath and reached out for my wedding tackle. I moved closer and she fondled my dick for a second or two before grabbing my balls just hard enough to ensure my slightly anxious cooperation.

“Get in!” I lifted a leg to follow her instructions, and she let go my balls and held my hand to help me balance. Well that was what I thought. Poor foolish boy!

Her timing was perfect. Right at the critical second, she gave me a shove, and I fell into the other end of the bath. It was now only half full, so I didn’t completely submerge, but another couple of gallons slopped onto the floor.

So there we were, at opposite ends of this very large bath, with me still painfully hard but not very trusting, and with a new girlfriend who had just demonstrated a willingness to punish me for ‘getting it wrong’. Tricky!

“So you’re going to the Olympics too? Pole vault?” Robyn reached forward to fondle me again. It seemed I had been forgiven. I scootched forward and spread my knees. Robyn took the soap, lathered my tackle, and then ventured further back. I had done a little exploration around Bronwyn’s bum and she had explored round mine during our only bath together at the Reed’s, but by that stage we knew each other very well and had a high level of trust. I tensed up. Robyn picked up on my tension.

“Don’t you like that?”

“Sort of. But I think I’d like to talk lots and do some other things first. Perhaps next time we bathe together.”

“Okay. Let’s just wash and dry each other and then go to bed.” We did - promising each other that we would mop up the bathroom before we went to Emma’s for dinner.

‘My bedroom’ window – like the window in the bathroom, was bare of blinds and curtains. Like the bathroom window, it faced a blank wall, but I nevertheless resolved to speak to Frank about some cover.

Robyn didn’t care about the lack of privacy. She somehow seemed to move more gracefully without her clothes, apparently unconscious of the way her breasts bobbled slightly as she laid out her blouse and jeans on the chair I had borrowed from the kitchen, and then stooped over the mattress on the floor to turn back the bedding. My experience of breasts was very limited, but I was surprised to see that despite their size, they didn’t sag, and that even when she lay down on her back, her pale nipples pointed to the ceiling.

I lay down beside her and we snuggled together and began to ‘suck face’. Robyn was a very good kisser indeed, but I was still painfully hard and my awareness was centred on my cock rather than what was happening with my lips and tongue. My writhings and wrigglings eventually distracted Robyn.

“How about I suck you off and you can lick me again? Seems like you really need to spurt before you can just cuddle.” Not a difficult decision!