Chapter 21

C’mere – Go’way – February March 1962

“Come closer” I brought my fingers to within about six inches of her face, and the smell of rabbit competed with the smell of her arousal. I preferred the latter. Jax closed her eyes and began to pant, thrusting the dildo in and out between her hairless labia with ever increasing urgency.

I was fascinated by the sight and sound. The overhead light was reflected by the skin of her smooth and hairless camel toe, shiny with her juices, and her lips spread slightly to expose a slash of scarlet as the dildo parted them with a little squish, then closed again with a louder one as it was withdrawn. I found myself hard. I wanted to be in there between those lips, first with my tongue, and then with my whole throbbing length.

My excitement ramped up another notch as Jax climbed towards her orgasm. She brought her hips up off the bed in time with her thrusting, and abandoned her breast, clutching her mound with the hand that had previously been tweaking her nipple. Her hoarse panting became a series of gasps, her back arched, her eyes closed, and her face contorted.

She ‘came down’ very quickly. One moment, she was in the throes of orgasm, the next she was resting, flat on her back on the bed with the base of her dildo just visible between her chubby thighs. After perhaps thirty seconds, she eyeballed me as I stood beside her, wondering whether to join her on the bed. I didn’t have to wonder for long.

“You should go away now. You stink!” I knew with absolute certainty that ‘no means NO, so I went, but I remained confused about what was going on with Jax. On one level, I didn’t care what was happening inside her head. I had been thoroughly intrigued by the spectacle of her body in the throes of her orgasm. She was fatter than any other naked female I had ever seen. Lots fatter. But my own body’s response to hers was what Frank would call ‘front and centre’ for me.

A few years later, a worldwide trend towards a thinner and thinner ideal of feminine beauty would culminate in ‘Twiggy’, but even in the early sixties in Godzone, chubby women were generally not particularly proud of their bodies. Up until I saw the fat, smooth, shiny lips at the junction of Jax’s chubby thighs and paunchy belly, I hadn’t been attracted to fat girls and certainly hadn’t thought of Jax as a possible sexual partner. Now, I wanted to fuck her. My hand and some KY jelly provided a mechanical substitute, and the visual memory of her shiny camel toe did the rest.

Monday morning breakfast was strange. I sat with Judith and Jax in the kitchen, eating Weetbix and poached eggs on toast, not talking about anything specific, and definitely not talking about rabbit hunting, sex for meat, or rabbity fingers and orgasm. That was okay by me. I was happy to let things lie and see how matters developed.

What wasn’t okay, was the alliance that seemed to be rapidly developing between the ‘Jaygirls’. Jax in particular, started to issue instructions about how and when I should clean up after breakfast, wash the dishes, and clean the kitchen before I departed for school. Judith nodded along. I didn’t protest, but I didn’t follow instructions either. Jax was not pleased. I didn’t much care.

Perhaps Judith said something, or perhaps Jax thought better of it, but she seemed to ease off with her bossiness during the next few days, during which we all refined our rabbit casseroling skills, but by Friday I was ready to try making a kedgeree with a couple of smoked mullet from the fishmonger in Newmarket, and in no hurry to hunt more rabbits. The kedgeree went down well. My refusal to take the Jaygirls hunting didn’t. Jax was very shitty, and made no effort to hide it.

Aapi and Alison had given up their jobs at Mary’s World so we didn’t see much of them, but even though study group had died, Pauline and Robyn were still keeping their regular Friday night shift and coming to tea on Fridays. They said nothing at the time, but they noticed. We talked while we were cleaning up after closing.

Robyn was curious. “What’s with her?

I was caught. I didn’t feel free to share my experience in Jax’s room, but her response to the whole ‘sex for meat’ story was clearly important. I fudged. “She is really interested in exploring her response to having a hunter bring home meat.”

Pauline wasn’t having that. “So am I, and so is Judith, but we don’t order you round and we don’t get shitty when you don’t do what we want.” She chuckled. “At least not very.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what goes on with Jax. I haven’t seen her relate to any other guys, so I don’t know if it’s only me, but she certainly seems to think she has the right to boss me around.”

Robyn was interested. “It’s not just the rabbit hunting then?”

“No, she was very clear that we had to lift our game cleaning wise, and she started issuing instructions about that as soon as she moved in.”

“Does she boss Judith?”

“No – just me as far as I know. It feels like she tries, and sometimes manages to enrol Judith in some sort of alliance - ‘Gurlz against the boy’.”

“And you please yourself and she gets shitty?”

“That’s how it seems to work.”

Emma had been cleaning the floor in the main area and had evidently heard the tail end of that exchange. “Trouble in paradise?”

I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to involve her, but Robyn and Pauline were looking at me to answer, so I did. “Not a deal breaker yet, but there may be a problem coming.” I had another thought. “How did you get to find her? What do you know about her?”

Emma scanned our faces, looking slightly uncomfortable. After a silence that could not have been more than a few seconds but which seemed much longer, she drew a breath. “Shit. This is difficult. There’s a backstory, but I’m not sure I can share it.”

That was my ‘out’. “Let’s leave it then. I’ll come back to you if I really need to know.”

Emma and Frank took Robyn home, and Pauline and I went back to my place. There was no further interaction with the Jaygirls and both their doors were closed. We cuddled for a while and then had a slow and sensuous fuck. Judith arrived again with breakfast. She was careful to close the door behind her before sitting on the bed.

We were grateful for the breakfast, and it was nice to have an opportunity for another chat with Judith, but we both sussed that there was something going on with her. We chatted for a few minutes, with Judith’s agitation becoming more and more apparent.

Pauline eventually pushed. “You took care to shut the door. What’s on your mind?”

Judith squirmed. “It’s different now that Jax has moved in.” I Hmmed, Pauline just waited, and after a few minutes, Judith went on. “She’s weird!” I Hmmed again, and Pauline kept waiting for the next bit. Judith wrinkled her nose and eyeballed me. “It’s almost like she doesn’t see you as a person.” She thought for a few seconds. “You’re a man, and for her, men are different. It’s like you’re just there to be ordered around!”

“Jax certainly tells me what to do a lot! You think it’s just a man thing?”

“Yeah - she says lotsa things about men when you’re not around.”

Pauline leaned forward. “Like what?”

“Like men all have their brains in their dicks, and the only thing women have to do to control men and get what they want is to give them orders.”

Pauline kept pushing. “What do you think? Is that true?”

Judith reddened slightly. “I’m probably not a good person to ask. My only experience is with Malcolm Lewis. He was a manipulative bastard then and probably still is, but I was in no position to give him orders so I don’t know.”

I made a guess. “So sometimes you feel slightly uncomfortable when Jax orders me round?” Judith nodded. “How is it when I ignore her and she gets shitty?”

Judith shifted uncomfortably on the edge of my bed. “I don’t like it much! It was alright when she was chivvying both of us along about the cleaning, but lately she seems to be ‘right on your case’.”

“She sure seems to be, and if she thinks my brains are all in my dick and that she can order me round because I’m a man – that fits with some other stuff.”

Pauline was on to me straight away. “What other stuff?”

I did some internal wrestling. I hadn’t made any agreement with Jax about not discussing our interaction in her room. Was it even a sexual interaction? Calling me into her bedroom to smell my hands while she used a dildo on herself was sexual, and I was very turned on by the sight of her shiny lips and chubby thighs and belly, but even putting those things together, did that constitute something I couldn’t discuss? What the hell – I bit the bullet!

“The other night after we had dealt with the rabbits, she told me not to wash and called me into her room. She was diddling herself with a dildo, and wanted to smell my fingers to help her orgasm.”

Pauline wasn’t letting go. “And?”

“She climaxed almost straight away, and as soon as she had come, she ordered me out. Bum’s rush!”

“Kissing, cuddling, body contact, sexy talk?”

I gave them the abbreviated version. “Nothing at all. ‘Don’t wash. Come here. Let me smell your hands. OOH AHH. Fuck off!’ I didn’t say a word.”

Judith giggled. “I was getting myself off too, but I kept my door closed!”

Pauline laughed from her belly. “Dunno if all women get off on the hunter bringing home meat thing, but we three sure do!”

Judith giggled again. “And Emma! But Jax is still weird with the ordering round stuff!”

“So should we talk to her about that? I put up with it by just ignoring it most times, but she was really shitty last night!”