Chapter 7: Finally!

I didn’t give Pauline’s troubles with her tutor a thought on Saturday morning. My mind was fully occupied with the immediate prospect of cricketing glory, and the promise of burying myself to the balls in the hot and slippery depths of Robyn’s cunt in the evening. I was finally going to ‘do it’!

Grandpa took me to cricket again. The opposition batted first, and our quick bowlers took a couple of wickets before tiring. St Pats were eighty odd for two when Jack Gavin tossed me the ball. Sometimes, you get lucky.

My first ball was a shocker. Short of a length and wide of the stumps. It deserved to be despatched to the boundary, and that was where the batsman tried to send it, but it moved off the pitch just enough to take the edge of his bat and provide an easy catch to Chick Farrell at point. Eighty-two for three!

I had a good day. I didn’t get the five wickets Mr Smythe had spoken of, but I got four, including a couple with the faster ‘surprise’ ball I had been practicing, and I would have got five if the guy at extra cover had held the catch he dropped. To be fair, it was a difficult one, but I was momentarily disappointed. Still, four for thirty-one from seven overs was very good bowling, and St Pats were all out for a hundred and fifty odd. Our top order batsmen scored freely, and we finished the day before I was required to bat with a thirty run lead and five wickets in hand.

I was restless over dinner, and both Grandpa and Grandma teased me none too subtly, while Frank concentrated on the pig’s trotters Grandma had been simmering that afternoon. She produced another wicked grin and suggested I should wash my face thoroughly ‘even though Robyn isn’t Jewish!’. I’m not sure whether she knew exactly where I was planning to put it, but it was clear that she had guessed I was going to be meeting Robyn at Frank’s place. Grandpa mused that it was a while since we had ‘had oysters, and perhaps it was time for some more’, while Frank again concentrated intently on his meal. The old man patted me on the shoulder as we left after cleaning up and murmured ‘be careful lad!’. Frank commented as soon as we were safely in the van.

“Jesus! They’re teasing you about sex!” I Hmmed. “They obviously know.”

“Yup. The other day Grandma told me she may be Robyn Olds, but she’s too young to be a mother! Grandpa told me he was worried and urged me to be careful! There’s other stuff too – stuff I can’t tell you about.” Frank looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned.

“Sounds like everyone trusts you with their secrets.” I Hmmed again as we pulled up outside ‘our’ house. “I guess I’ll find out in due course.”

The veranda light was on at the house, and I thought Emma probably had a key, but her car was nowhere to be seen. The sole occupant was Robyn, and she was wearing makeup for the occasion.

“Emmy dropped me off. She’s gone to a meeting with Kate and Lizzie, but she won’t be long.” Robyn grinned. “She said she’ll make it worth your while to wait!”

Frank had acquired a little second-hand fridge and a new ‘electric kettle’ since my last visit, and we sat at the kitchen table drinking milky tea and dunking our gingernuts. I was struggling to hide my impatience. As far as I was concerned, all this was just the ‘curtain raiser’ and I was very keen to get to the ‘main event’. Robyn saw our situation as an opportunity to explore Pauline’s problem.

“We have a friend.” Frank grinned and Robyn went on. “Her drama tutor is pressuring her to have sex with him. He is saying she won’t have enough emotional depth for a leading role until she has experienced mature love and adult sexuality.” Frank stopped grinning.

“That’s shit!” He banged his mug down on the table. Robyn went further.

“He’s offered her ‘private coaching’!”

“Jesus! Is she going to go with him?”

“Dunno. Gather you don’t think she should?”

“Not until the bastard’s been gelded. With a very blunt knife!”. He got even more emphatic. “What she does is her business, but what he’s doing is just simply wrong! The ‘casting couch’ is a pretty shitty practice in Hollywood with adults – but behaving like that in Youth Drama. Nah. Won’t do!” I thought of Lenin.

“Yes – but what is to be done?” Frank looked at me quizzically. “We made sure Pauline wrote down the conversation as she remembered it, but she was going to go to their regular meeting this morning.”

“Youth Drama meeting?”

“Yup. She was really angry with the dickhead, but there wasn’t a plan.” Robyn cut in.

“There’s a complication. Pauline’s really horny all the time, and on one level she fancied the tutor – before he started this sleazebag shit anyway. She says all the other attractive boys at drama are gay, and she doesn’t get much chance to meet guys.”

“So she might actually be willing?”

“No. She found him attractive, but didn’t want the complications – even before the arsehole started to pressure her.” Frank thought for a minute.

“I think we should talk to Kate and Lizzie. This is the sort of thing they deal with in their women’s support group.”

“They’re travelling with Emmy. Let’s talk to them when they come by to pick you up.” I was less than delighted, but tried hard to hide my disappointment. Unsuccessfully. Frank looked at me shrewdly.

“You’ve been planning some adult sexuality yourselves tonight – haven’t you?” Robyn grinned and nodded, and I let my worries surface.

“They won’t be here for a while, and discussing Pauline’s troubles will take a while after that, so you won’t be going to her place until it’s quite late. I turned to Robyn.

“Are you staying with Emma or going home?”

“Home – and Mum will be unhappy if I’m not home by midnight. I think she’s worried about me and what we’re up to. She noticed my wet hair last time. I told her I’d got dirty cleaning and had a shower at Emmy’s. I hate having to lie!” Frank took pity.

“I’ve got stuff to keep me occupied. You guys can go and have some time together now.” We did.

My room was chillier than it had been last time, but the two-bar radiator Frank had bought second hand warmed the bed area, and the three candles I had brought from Grandma’s provided a more romantic atmosphere than the single unshaded bulb that hung from the ceiling in the centre of the room.

We undressed and got under the covers, with our bag of contraceptive gear in easy reach beside the bed. I was nervous, and I think Robyn was too. Unlike the last time we were together, I was barely half hard. We smooched for a while and I ‘manned up’. Robyn was by far the best kisser I had ever been with, and this time I managed to concentrate on our lips and tongues rather than on my cock. That was really nice, and to some degree distracted me from my anticipation of ‘actually doing it’.

After quite a few minutes, I transferred my attention to Robyn’s breasts. There was lots to pay attention to, but they were much more visually exciting than they were sensitive, at least in terms of Robyn’s responses to my efforts to pleasure her. Bronwyn had liked being bitten. Robyn didn’t. Andrea had liked stimulation on wet and slippery skin, and Robyn evidently liked to have her nipples sucked, but it didn’t seem to be a big deal to her, at least as far as I could tell from her response.

“What do you like?”

“Never mind my tits – lick me!” I did.

She was already very wet, and the musky, pheromone laden smell of her juices as she spread her knees and I dived between her thighs made me quite light headed. I remembered how Robyn had worked on the tendons in my groin when she had sucked me off, and I tried to return the favour as well as I could. I massaged her from the tops of her thighs into her groins, spreading her lips with my thumbs and pressing in to the muscles and tendons of her perineum. She liked that, and ramped up her wriggling and panting.

“Lick my button – please!”

I licked and stabbed at her pearl with pointed tongue, and sucked it hard. Then I slipped a couple of fingers inside her. She was snug, and she moaned her appreciation and wriggled and panted her way to a climax, jerking and then going rigid with a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. We lay quiet for a few moments, and I moved up her body for more kissing. She licked my face as if she loved the taste of her juices as much as I did. I was hard, but no longer anxious to get to the next step. It seemed Robyn was.

“I should suck you and we should put a tablet in. Then we can put a condom on.”

“Maybe just get me wet and sloppy, and see if we can roll one on properly.”

Robyn ripped open the foil packet and extracted the rolled rubber, and I got a tablet out of the tube, and somewhat gingerly spread Robyn’s lips and pushed it inside her as far as I could with my middle finger.

“Is it in? I can’t feel it.”

“Never a good thing to say to a man!”

We both cracked up, but I stayed hard, and she lathered my length with spit and pussy juice. My general level of excitement was pretty high, and I struggled not to spurt when she held me upright with one hand and smoothed the rolled rubber over my knob.

“Squeeze the air out of the bubble!”

She used her finger and thumb to do that while holding the rubber in place with the other three, then made a ring with them and rolled the rubber down all the way to my pubes. That was new. The slippery inside surface of the rubber was gripping me gently, and it stimulated the skin of my cock in a completely novel way.

That sensation was to become very familiar over the next few years, but back then, it was so strange and exciting that it brought me right to the edge. I rolled away from Robyn and took some big breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just really close.”

“It’s OK if you spurt. I know you’ll get hard again really fast.”

“Let’s see how we go”

Robyn lay on her back and I knelt between her spread thighs and took my cock in one hand, swiping the rubber clad knob up and down through her wetness. This was different from the pussyrubbing I had done with Bronwyn. Then, my ‘business end’ was located well past her entrance one way or another, but now my tip was pointed (so I thought anyway) right where I wanted to go. I pushed gently.