Chapter 9: Parental Permissions of Various Kinds

Frank drove us away from the Thomas’ place pretty happily.

“You’d have to say that went well! At least as far as the result is concerned.” I was in full agreement, but wondered about Allan Thomas’ gaffe.

“What did you think about Allan’s joke? Was he running interference?” Frank didn’t understand at first.

“What?” I struggled to explain.

“I wondered if he used a joke that he knew would stir up the women to distract them so that the focus would be on him and the poor taste joke, and so Robyn’s mum wouldn’t marshal any objections.” Frank was thoughtful.

“Machiavellian Allan?” Now it was my turn not to understand.

“What?”

“Machiavelli – a Renaissance Italian Prince who was renowned for being a cunning bastard! I doubt that Allan Thomas is that devious.”

“Whatever he was doing – it was effective. It will be so good not to have to lie.” Frank agreed wholeheartedly.

“Yup. I hate it.” I channelled my own internal Machiavelli.

“Have you ever thought that your Mum and Dad might have mellowed since you were young and might not be quite as rigid about sex as they once were?” By now we were pulling into the driveway of the Grand Kerrs. Frank turned off the engine and looked at me keenly.

“You bloody know something, don’t you?” I grinned.

“My lips are sealed! But it’s worth a thought.” Frank Hmmed and we went inside.

Grandma and Grandpa Kerr were still up and keen to engage Frank, so I went to my room and wrote another few paragraphs on erosion of vulnerable farmland.

The week passed pretty much without incident. It rained on Thursday, and the cancellation of cricket practice allowed me a few extra hours working with Frank, and a couple of hours in bed with Robyn. Frank had managed to ‘score’ four big bales of shredded paper, which we hauled in buckets up through the manhole giving access to the roof space between the old corrugated iron roof and the ceilings of the rooms beneath. We spread a thick layer between the ceiling jousts. Frank said it would make the house slightly cooler in summer and much much warmer in winter.

“What about rats? Won’t they nest in this stuff?”

“I’m putting poison all round the place. There’s this new stuff called ‘Warfarin’. It kills rats and mice, but people aren’t sensitive to it so it’s really safe”

It was absolutely filthy work. Coal smoke from seventy years of passing trains had wafted through the roof space and deposited a thick layer of grime over everything, and after a couple of hours, every part of my clothing or body left a black smudge on everything I touched. Eventually, we called a halt and I stripped off my clothes and dropped them into the gas fired ‘copper’ along with Frank’s.

We stood naked in the tiny washhouse, our pale bodies contrasting with our blackened faces, hands and arms, and as Frank used a hose from the tap over the tub to fill the copper with water, and measured half a cup of ‘Rinso’, I idly (and I thought subtly) compared the size of our penises. Frank noticed.

“Toldya it would grow! You’re as big as me now, and you’ve more growing to do. Your Dad has an enormous dick. I’ve never seen your Grandad hard, but even soft, he’s very well endowed! I missed out on those genes!” Embarrassment struggled with curiosity. Curiosity won.

“Doesn’t seem to have held you back. They say women don’t care too much about size?”

“Some do, but for most of them, the guy the dick is attached to is more important than the size of the appendage. Is Robyn coming over?”

“Yup – at least I hope so!”

“You’d better take first bath. Don’t take too long. I’m leaving a trail of smudges and soot wherever I go.”

Robyn arrived as I was drying myself. She looked at the mixture of soap scum and soot ringing the bathtub.

“Ugh! Clean that up and then I’ll wash you off.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to get anywhere near you while you have any of that stuff on you.” I went along, scrubbing the ring off, then standing for a ‘whore’s bath’. Robyn made it worth my while, paying my junk lots of tender attention as she sponged me down. We started running a bath for Frank and adjourned to bed. The insulation Frank and I had so painfully installed had made no appreciable difference to the temperature in my bedroom and we snuggled under the blankets.

“Aunty Flo’s due tomorrow. Let’s make the most of this time.” That sounded like a good idea and we smooched and then sixty nined for a while. In later years, that position proved to be not my preference, but at that time, having my face in Robyn’s centre while she sucked and jacked me was pretty close to paradise, and I came quickly. Robyn kept sucking for a few moments, but then concentrated on her own sensations as I changed position to kneel between her legs and sucked and fingered her to a couple of climaxes.

I stayed hard, and she pushed me on to my back, rolled on a condom, then started to straddle me. I freaked.

“Whoa! Tablet!” Robyn froze, with my rubber sheathed knob in very sensuous contact with her slippery bits.

“Could we push it in with this?” She gave me a squeeze, and I extracted a tablet, fumbling around my glans to lodge it a little way inside her. A penis works just fine to push a spermicide tablet to the back of a vagina, and Robyn slowly impaled herself until our pubes met, though her luxuriant bush was all I could see at the place where our bodies joined.

We paused for a moment, then Robyn reached down to touch her button, and began to grind against me, making small circles with her pelvis. I ground back, and though it was many years until I was able to consciously ‘tune in’ to body energies, Robyn and I soon seemed to find a mutually satisfactory rhythm. The visuals were amazing. As Robyn ground, her breasts jiggled in a counterpoint to the rhythm of our moving pelvises, and we managed to maintain eye contact most of the time as our bodies took our pleasure with and from each other. After about ten minutes, the energy between us changed, and Robyn began to ‘rise to the trot’ as if she was riding a horse.

That changed the visuals. Now I could see the base of my cock all shiny with her juices appearing between her fat lips as she rose up, and disappearing as she lowered herself again. The visuals were very exciting, and I began to thrust up into her as she moved. My movement turned Robyn on even more. She began to pant and grunt, and strummed her button faster and faster. After a few more minutes, she went rigid and came with a low laugh. That set me climbing towards my own release, and I grunted, pulled her down on top of me, and then rolled us both over so we were in the ‘missionary’ position.

“Just fuck me!” I took that as an invitation to ‘go for it’ and within a dozen strokes, I was holding myself deep inside Robyn and filling the condom. I started to soften quite quickly, and held the rubber around the base of my cock as I withdrew. I rolled it off and knotted it for disposal. Then, without thinking, I wiped my hand across my face and snuggled into Robyn. All good.

Our snugglings soon became dozy dreamings, and the next thing I was aware of was Robyn pulling away with a splutter.

“UGH! That’s revolting!” She half spat, and wiped her mouth on the sheet. She had evidently done some smooching in the course of our dozings, and the spermicide transferred between the condom, my hands, my face, and her mouth tasted just as bad as Frank had warned. We got up and washed, making a mental note that a damp washcloth should be stashed with the contraceptive kit in future.

Friday study group was quite lively. Pauline’s parents had asked directly about her reluctance to go to AYD on the Wednesday, and her other comings and goings. They had not been upset with her for her actions in relation to ‘Dirty Dick’, and approved of her making a formal complaint, but were slightly disappointed that she had gone ‘outside the family’ for help without telling them first. Pauline told us that they had ‘soon got over’ it and there was no issue that needed to be resolved. She said her parents were okay with her having Marylyn do things on her behalf, provided she was sure there would be no bill.

Aapi reported some drama at home. Sina had announced that she had a boyfriend and asked permission to go to the movies with him on Saturday night. Heather and Tavita believed she was too young to be ‘going out with a boy’, and when they said so, Sina had said that Aapi had a girlfriend in his study group. That raised eyebrows, but nothing more was said, at least in relation to Aapi. He was pleased with his essay on ‘Learning and Work’, and was happy to have the girls give it a final edit. I wasn’t quite finished mine, and planned to have them edit it during our Sunday morning study session.

Alison was actually more interested in Sina’s situation than Aapi’s essay.

“Given what you know about Sina, how do you think things will turn out with Tavita and Heather forbidding her to ‘go out’ with a boyfriend?” Aapi considered that for a few minutes, looking quite uncomfortable.

“Probably not well. She’s really interested in sex, and she’s navigating social pressures and hormones. It would be good if Heather and Tavita could help her make good decisions rather than trying to make them for her.” Alison was keen to explore the situation further.

“What do they think they’re doing?” Aapi looked blank and Alison went further. “The church takes a puritanical position, and Heather supports it because she believes the church is really important to Pacifica social support. They don’t want Sina to get pregnant, but is there anything else?” Aapi continued to look blank.

“Dunno. Haven’t really thought about it.” Pauline got excited.

“We did something in drama that would be interesting.”

“Huh?” She got up from the table.

“Imagine that end of the room is zero.” She pointed to the kitchen wall. “And that end is a hundred percent.” She pointed to the other end of the room. “Where is Heather on that scale in relation to needing to support the church teaching?” Aapi got it.

“Seventy percent.” Pauline took him by the arm and encouraged him to stand and move.

“Good! Come and stand there.” Aapi stood by the end of the table, wondering what was next. Pauline was on a roll. Now let’s use the other dimension to set out how concerned Heather is about Sina getting pregnant. A hundred percent there” She pointed to the hall wall. “And zero there.” Pointing to the outside wall. “Where is she? Aapi thought for a moment.

“In relation to the actuality of pregnancy, over here at a hundred, but in relation to going to the movies, maybe ten or less.” Pauline moved him sideways towards the window.

“Good! So what could you do to move the situation towards that zero zero corner?” Alison got it at once.