Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 24
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 24 - Coming of Age in 1960s New Zealand. My father's much younger brother guided and mentored me from early adolescence through my teenage years and a series of girlfriends. While each story can stand alone, readers will get most out of this series if they read chronologically starting with Andrea, and progressing through Bronwyn and Robyn to my adventures with Pauline
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Farming School Vignettes First Oral Sex Petting
Winter Term 1962
I got home from the farm early enough to cook Sunday dinner for Judith and Jax. They were suitably appreciative, but their real juice became apparent when I gave them an abbreviated account of the hunt.
Jax was right out there with her interest. “So you went hunting with this girl. Did she get horny? Did she fuck you?”
Judith had remembered my rule and saved me from having to state my limits. “He doesn’t talk about what he does.”
I went as far as I could. “Let’s just say that Sandra and me have got energy for each other regardless of the ‘meat for sex’ thing.” I had a thought and suppressed a chuckle. “Mind you, we never discussed hunter gatherers and adulterous coupling. Goodness knows what might have gone down if we had!”
We left it at that, and the Jaygirls didn’t raise the subject again until we grilled medallions cut from the venison back steak a week later. Jax raised ‘rabbit hunting’ again, but I pointed out that all the freezers we had access to were full of meat already. Jax was thoughtful, and mused that her father might have some room.
I let that pass, but Judith rather snarkily suggested that Jax could ‘jill off’ after getting her fingers meaty the next time we had venison. The atmosphere in the flat became distinctly cool for a few days after that.
Meantime, the second term got underway, and without cricket or soccer, I worked with Frank a day and a half every weekend, and often a couple of evenings during the week as well. My savings grew rapidly, and when, about three weeks into the term, Pauline casually mentioned that her parents had gone to a Chinese restaurant for their wedding anniversary, I decided to ask her out on a regular ‘date’ and take her out to dinner.
“Are you trying to get into my pants?”
“Don’t think they’d fit.”
We went to Peking the following Saturday night. Pauline had stayed the night after our Friday shift at Mary’s World, and Judith had again brought us breakfast in bed and whinged (just a very little) about the fact that Jax had been grumpy with her. Pauline insisted on hearing the story of Judith’s ‘jilling off’ suggestion and Jax’s reaction. She opined that it probably served Judith right, and the latter didn’t take that too well either. She cleared away the breakfast dishes and departed without another word. No more breakfasts in bed?
Peking was interesting. Red silk, golden dragons, Chinese lanterns, a big dish of rice on the table between us. Lots of green tea. and lots of little dishes they brought round on a trolley and ladled into our bowls. We managed some of them with chopsticks, and the rest with forks and spoons. The food was amazing. Flavours that weren’t particular familiar, but mouthwatering nevertheless. As soon as we got back to Harriet, Pauline advanced her agenda.
“Let’s go back to the Varsity and have a quickie in the shrubbery before we go home to bed.”
“Gynomin?”
“Bought my own supply. Embarrassing, but I figured I needed to bite that particular bullet.”
“It’s pretty cold!”
“We’ve got a blanket. You can put it down and lie on it and I’ll ride you cowgirl. We won’t even have to take our clothes off. I’m dripping at the idea. It won’t take long”
It didn’t, but we must have made a little bit of noise, and we hadn’t quite finished when (as Frank would sometimes say) ‘the excrement made contact with the rotary air conditioning device’!
When I say we hadn’t quite finished, we had both had a climax, but Pauline was still sitting astride my midriff, with her panties back in Harriet parked thirty yards away, and my pants and jockeys round my ankles, when we were illuminated by a torch beam, with another following half a second later. It was the cops, though at that stage we couldn’t be sure of that. There were just two bright lights. Oh shit oh dear!
“Get up and put your clothes on!” The voice clearly carried authority, and we complied with alacrity. I am pretty sure I was feeling (and looking) more guilty than Pauline. In any case, it was me the first cop came and grabbed. He took me by the upper arm. Not particularly gently.
“Come with me!” Good boy that I am, I went, leaving Pauline with the second cop. We only went twenty or thirty yards. Their marked car was parked just off the road, and he hustled me into the back seat and sat me down sideways, leaving the door open as he stood outside. “Name and address?” I told him. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“Can you prove it?”
“My license is in my car.”
“The Austin over there?” I nodded. “Who owns the car?”
“I do.”
“You’re very young to own a car.”
“I work and save.”
He changed tack. “How old’s the girl?”
“Sixteen.”
“You’re safe from Unlawful Carnal Knowledge if that’s true, but you can still be charged with Indecent Exposure, Public Lewdness, and Trespass.”
I didn’t think so, trespass was bullshit for a start, but had just enough sense to keep quiet. I was hoping that Pauline was similarly smart and reticent. I said nothing, and after quite a long silence, the cop must have sussed that I wasn’t going to volunteer any information.
“Your license is in your car?”
“I think so.” I was pretty sure, but I wasn’t keen to be caught out. The cop put his hand back on my arm, much more gently this time, and ushered me to Harriet. My license was in fact in the parcel tray, and he confirmed my details. His partner came over with Pauline.
“She claims to be sixteen.”
“Can she prove it?”
Pauline spoke up. “You have my name and address. Easy enough to check.”
“You can’t prove who you are or where you live.”
She nodded towards me before turning her attention back to the policeman who had initially questioned her. “He can. Look, what is this about? You caught us, but you’re not patrolling the Varsity grounds to catch people having sex.”
“That’s our business.” That one was evidently playing ‘bad cop’, but the ‘good cop’ was more forthcoming. “Drugs. Have you seen anyone else hanging round here?”
Pauline seemed to be on a roll. “Not hanging about, but quite a few people go past on the path, even at night.”
“You know that we can search you and the car?”
I spoke up. “Do you suspect us of dealing drugs? Having sex while we wait for a buyer?” Bad idea!
“Don’t get smart with us Sonny! What do you know about people dealing drugs?”
“Not much. You busted the guys in the house next door about six months back. A young cop smashed the glass in the front door and cut himself quite badly. We patched him up.”
That changed the atmosphere for the better. They looked at each other. “That was Robertson, Stupid bastard!”
The cop who had initially dealt with me addressed us both. “Get outa here. Go home and don’t come back. This is private property, but people are buying and selling drugs here at night.”
We again complied with alacrity, collecting my blanket and departing before Pauline had put on her knickers. She was worried I would blame her for the escapade. “I’ve done it again, haven’t I?”
“Done what?”
“Got us into trouble wanting to fuck in public.”
“That’s not on you. We both decided. The risk is part of the excitement.”
We went back to my (comparatively) nice warm bedroom and did it again. Much more slowly and tenderly. Judith surprised us. She came in in the morning with breakfast in bed again. And shut the door. We were clearly going to have another discussion, almost certainly about Jax. We finished breakfast first.
Pauline (as usual) took the lead. “Jax up your nose again?”
Judith shook her head. “Nah.” Then took a big breath. “Well it’s sort of a problem for Jax.” We waited, and after a short silence, she came to a decision. “She’s really upset.” Pauline and I Hmmed in unison, and after a few more seconds Judith went on. “Her Aunt Flora has been arrested for Keeping a Brothel! She was in Court yesterday. It’ll be in all the papers next week.”
“Shit!” I put two and two together, and wondered why it had taken me so long. Jax Mackie has an Aunt Flora, who has a big house and who has given her some strange ideas about relating to men. Flora McKenzie is a moderately notorious madam with a big house overlooking the harbour.
Pauline was on it a few seconds later, with information ‘everybody knows’ from the tabloids. “The big house in Ring Terrace! The circular bed that revolves!” She paused and looked slightly puzzled. “But why is Jax upset? Flora’s been arrested before. She’ll get fined a couple of hundred quid.”
“She’s afraid and ashamed. She evidently got the boot from her last place when her landlord found out about the connection.”
I remembered how Emma had mentioned that Jax had a ‘backstory’ but that she had promised ‘confidentiality’. “So Jax is scared we will judge her because her aunt owns a brothel?”
“There’s more!”
Pauline was quite definite and decisive. “We need to talk to Jax.” She turned to me. “We need to get our arses up!” She turned back to Judith. “Is Jax home?”
“In her room. Don’t know what she’s doing. I’ll light a fire in the lounge and make some scones. Make morning tea a bit special.”
Pauline and I showered together, and by the time we were dressed and ready, so was a cuppa and scones. Jax was sitting with Judith in the parlour. She looked at us with a mixture of defiance and apprehension.
“Judith says we need to talk.”
“I’d say that’s probably right, even though Pauline’s the only one I’m currently having sex with!”