Chapter 18

National Exams – October/November 1961

I was well prepared for School Cert, even though I had been slacking (well comparatively) for the last month. Actually, all of us were well prepared. The members of our study group were expected to score more than three hundred in their best four subjects, but all but the least able pupils at Boys High and Girls High were expected to score more than two hundred and gain a pass.

The exams were spread out over a little more than a fortnight, with no expectation that we attend school while we weren’t actually in the exam room. They went well, but though I found them easy, I knew I was going to be short of the last few marks that would have let me scramble into the ‘scholarship sixth’. That was fine by me.

School was effectively over for the year once exams were done. Cricket practice and Saturday games continued for the First XI, and there was a scheduled prizegiving which we were informed was mandatory, but I got lots of work with Frank, and despite the expense of running Harriet, putting money into ‘kitty’ each week, and the prospect of taking Maureen on occasional ‘dates’, my savings were growing quite fast.

Pauline wasn’t available as often as before. We had a couple of Friday nights together after our Mary’s World shifts, but that was it. She was having a raging romance with Chick, and her years work with Auckland Youth Drama was coming to a climax with her starring role in their annual production. She was also earning a quid with some casual cleaning and gardening work around the neighbourhood. Aapi got a special dispensation from School to miss prizegiving and go home to Samoa early. We had a study group party to farewell him, though he spent most of it ‘resting’ with Alison, who was going to miss him terribly.

It was more than three weeks before I saw Maureen again. She went to have her stitches out but Nurse Miles called Dr Dove in to look at them because she thought the cuts hadn’t healed as quickly as they thought they would. He agreed they weren’t ready and should stay in for a few more days, and when the wounds still hadn’t healed as he expected, he asked for blood tests. By the time they came back with normal results, the wounds had healed and the stitches came out with no problems. I was fully involved with exams, and Mrs Farrell supported Maureen through all that. A bout of diarrhoea made her unavailable for one of our regular Saturday dates.

When we finally did get together, it was for an ‘after cricket’ date. It was the second day of our last game of the year, since the High School competition went into recess over the summer break. I bowled well, taking four wickets for thirty odd, and scored a quick nineteen off seven balls to set up our win.

Maureen was now ‘all healed up’ and her coochie was (as she put it) ‘cunt capable’. She was also into her second cycle ‘on the pill’. I had half a dozen Gynomin tablets. We were all good to go for Saturday night.

Except – as Mrs Farrell was careful to remind us, we had promised not to go ‘all the way’ without a further family discussion, and Mr Farrell was unavailable because he had been called to Wellington to deal with another flock of drongos. Shit!

My only consolation was the thought that Chick was probably similarly restricted in relation to Pauline. I felt slightly ashamed of myself for feeling good about that, and was almost relieved when I learned that Chick’s family discussion had already taken place and that Chick and Pauline were currently fucking like demented rabbits.

So Maureen and I adjourned to her bed. It was a while since we had been together and I was under-fucked, under sucked, and generally missing skin and sexual contact. I was tossing myself off of course, but it’s not the same. We snuggled naked, enjoying the warmth and skin contact without any enormous sexual buzz.

“Mmmm. This is lovely!”

“It is. Mum says this never goes away.” I Hmmed. “She says that if you have this with your lover, it’s still lovely, even when you are too old or too sick for sex.”

“Your parents aren’t that old. I bet they still make love a couple of times a week. That’s why your mum had some lube to give you.”

That was sort of risky, most of the kids I knew were (or at least claimed to be) turned off by the idea that their parents still had sex, I also wondered exactly what the Farrells used the lube for, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to go there.

Maureen wasn’t similarly inhibited. She giggled and wriggled against me. “Do you think he fucks her up the bum?”

I started to stiffen, and Maureen reached out for my junk and half rolled on top of me so her crotch was against my thigh. “That’s so wicked!” She began to rub her mound against my thigh and started to jack me gently as I came to what Frank used to call ‘full mast’.

“Have you ever done it?”

“Once. It was okay, but bums are shitty and germy. I have a problem with that.”

“There’s no way this cock would fit in there anyway, but imagining being fucked with it really excites me. I can feel the buzz all through my pelvis. I think it’s the wickedness of the idea. Just the thought almost makes me scream!” Maureen eyeballed me with a leer. “Kissing with a mouthful of your spunk is pretty wicked and naughty and exciting, but the idea of you filling me up at the back is even more of a turn-on.”

I went with it. “Imagine how it would feel to lube my cock up and rub my knob all round your bum hole!”

Maureen let go of my shaft and rolled away for a second or two before rolling back to rub her mound against my leg again. Now she had the tube of KY in hand. “I don’t have to imagine – I lube you like this.” She reinforced her words with action, then scootched down to bring her mound against my shin. She made a fist with her slippery hand, and held me upright with the other.

Her voice trembled with her excitement. “Then when you’re really stiff and really slippery, I’ll rub your knob all round my hole.” She inverted her hand and lodged my glans between the base of her thumb and her curled first finger, pushing down and rubbing it round the ‘hole in her fist’.

I was beginning to pant, Maureen was continuing to squirm and rub against my shin, and then she pushed her fist down a little more. “Then I’ll start to sit down on it, and that will squeeze your great big knob as it starts to push in. Right into my tight little bum hole!”

The ‘hole in her hand’ was indeed very tight, and my glans deformed as it slipped through the ring between her thumb and forefinger. “You slip past my ring – and you’re in – fucking my bum!” Her fist squeezed me just behind my knob and she used her other hand to grab my shaft really tightly, squeezing the very rigid muscle at its core, and jacking the skin up and down over it.

Within seconds I was on the edge, and my excitement and Maureen’s fed off each other and ramped up. She moaned and shuddered, pressing her crutch rhythmically against my leg as I groaned and erupted. Maureen scootched up again and we lay belly to belly cuddling for a while, as our breathing gradually returned to normal.

“Wow – and no shitty germs all over the bed!”

“Would you play with my bum in the bath?”

“Shower would be better.”

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Yes, but right now I’m more interested in you here!” I reached for her crotch, and found her very wet. “My turn!”

I licked and sucked Maureen’s nipples, and slipped a middle finger inside her. The interior of her vagina was still snug, but her entrance wasn’t nearly as tight.

“Put another one in!” I did, pushing to put pressure on her whole vulva.

“Can you get three in?” I could certainly get three fingertips in, but now her entrance was snug as well as her interior. I turned my palm upwards again and felt along her front wall. Maureen made a noise that didn’t sound as if she liked that.

“Are you okay?”

“Bit too tight. It’s nicer with two!” I disengaged far enough to extract my ring finger, and started to rub the rough spot again. Maureen started to pant and moan. “Lick me!”

I got my mouth on her button, and within another thirty seconds she was climbing to another series of very noisy orgasms. We lay together stickily enjoying each other’s skin, and gradually slipped into dreamy dozings until her alarm announced that it was time for me to be gone. We agreed on a midweek date.

“When will your dad be home?”

“Wednesday night I hope. You keen on the ‘family discussion’?”

“Can’t wait. Let’s try for Thursday night.”

“Come for tea!” I said goodnight to Mrs Farrell and had a final smooch with Maureen. I was slightly taken aback when she whispered ‘I love you’ just before I got into Harriet.

Judith was again still up. “More rabbits in the morning?”

“Okay, set an alarm.”

We went to Northwest Auckland again. This time Judith stayed with her car, while I took the BSA and moved very slowly and quietly along the road verge. I don’t know whether it was because I was alone (so half the noise), or just lucky, but I got four in quick time, and made my way back to the car. Judith got out of the passenger seat, somewhat red faced, but I made no comment. She insisted I hand over the rabbits for her to wrap.

“It’s the woman’s job to deal with the meat the hunters bring home isn’t it?”

Since I had no idea what was going on with her, and only a vague idea what she was referring to, I Hmmed and looked inquiring. Judith was still slightly red, but was now taking a keen interest in the ground at her feet. I waited. Eventually, she almost looked at me and explained. “The hunter gatherers adultery – giving meat to women whose husbands were away in exchange for sex?” I Hmmed again. And waited.