Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 27
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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
Wedding Bells 1962
I didn’t get to speak to Jax in the morning. Her bedroom door remained firmly closed until I left for school, and I was able to put the unfinished business between us out of my mind until ‘later’ (whenever that turned out to be).
Frank had offered two or three hours ‘inside work’ late that afternoon. I almost always enjoyed working with and learning from him, but Pauline was coming to spend the night after her drama rehearsal. Frank promised we would be done by 8pm, so I agreed. Judith was rostered to cook, and I hurried home from school and left a note asking her to put some tea aside for me, then changed into work clothes before Frank arrived to pick me up.
I didn’t need work clothes as things turned out, nor the saved tea. Frank took me back to their place. Emma had a lot of flexibility to arrange her own schedule, and had evidently quit and come home early.
She came straight to the point. “We want to talk about the wedding.”
They had already decided that Robyn would be Emma’s bridesmaid and I would be Frank’s best man, but there had been no discussion of any details. “What about it?”
“We’d been making all sorts of elaborate plans, but we’ve decided that we’re over it!”
I was surprised. This was evidently big. “You’re not getting married?”
Frank hastened to reassure me. “Yeah, we still want to get married, but spending a grand on a big do isn’t what we really want. Bridal showers, stag dos, hen parties, all the presents, makeup, dresses, photographs, and fooferall! We can do without all that shit!”
“So what do you want? Whaddya have in mind?”
“We are happy with the idea of a Registry Office wedding, with just you and Robyn as witnesses, and then we thought we’d have a bit of a celebration here afterwards, with just close family.”
“Sounds fine - so what’s the problem?”
Emma smiled. “Not sure if there will be one – but Frank’s worried about his parents. We wanted to know what you think of that.”
I thought for a minute, then spoke to Frank. “If you are worried about not doing the church thing, I think the Kerrs are a lot more liberal than they let on, at least to you.” I turned to Emma. “I don’t know anything about your parents.”
“They’re not religious.”
“Siblings?”
“Brother in the UK. He wouldn’t come back. And Julie of course.”
“So it’s you guys, Robyn, and me for the wedding itself, and your parents, Frank’s parents and mine, Julie and Allan, and Robyn and me and perhaps Jack for a celebration?”
Emma nodded. “A Wedding Breakfast for twelve or thirteen at dinnertime, cooked and served here.”
“What about flatmates. Are you going to have this wedding before you try again? The last lot weren’t here long!”
Emma sounded rueful. “We’ll try to make a more careful selection next time, and we’ll hold off trying to rent the rooms until after the wedding. My Mum ‘n Dad can stay here before and after.”
“Have you got a date in mind?”
Frank opened his diary. “For a Registry Office, it has to be during the week.” He looked at Emma. “Do we have to have the dinner the same day?”
“Doesn’t matter, just as long as it’s soon.”
There was something in her tone that alerted me. Somehow, THE WEDDING! had become the wedding, and it had to be soon! Bulls ‘n horns.
“When are you due?”
Emma blushed, and Frank struggled somewhere between indignation and amusement for perhaps half a second before settling for the latter. “Jesus! You don’t miss much! End of February, but keep that under your hat.”
“My lips are sealed! I hope you’re intending to tell the olds beforehand. I think the whole business will go better if you do.”
Frank and Emma both nodded, but I still had a question. “Does it all have to be cooked here?”
Emma looked at Frank. “That’s a thought. Perhaps we could leave the organising for the meal to the family.”
Frank smiled. “Anne used to be a cook. She could organise a meal for a dozen without batting an eyelid.”
He was right of course. I had seen my mum in action a couple of times. She was a superb organiser with a knack of harnessing other people’s enthusiasm. I grabbed the discussion. “You could do the Registry office on a Friday, and have the celebration on the Saturday. That would give you a quiet night to prepare for pandemonium, and Robyn and I could still do our shifts at Mary’s World.”
Frank consulted his diary, and suggested a Friday and Saturday three weeks away. They settled for that and divvied up the phone calls to spread the news and make arrangements. Fine by me! Frank gave me some cash and sent me off for fish ‘n chips. They both had what I suspected was a ‘quickie glow’ by the time I returned, and the faint smell of sex in the air suggested that they hadn’t had time for even a ‘horse bath’. Nice as that was, the smell of fish and chips coming from the newspaper packets was nicer.
Emma took me home after tea while Frank went round to the Grandkerrs. Pauline and Jax and Judith were talking about sex in the parlour. Well - Judith was talking, Pauline was listening looking puzzled, and Jax seemed on the verge of tears, but was paying close attention. They stopped when I came in. I had no need to be part of the conversation so I was fine with that. Pauline wasn’t.
“I’m glad you’re here. We’re talking about what happened with you and Jax.” I Hmmed and Jax sniffled as she went on. “From what she said, neither of you is very happy about it.”
I looked at Jax. “Not sure about you, or what was happening with you, but I didn’t feel well treated.”
For a second or two, she started to bristle. Then her body seemed to collapse in on itself, and she began to cry quietly. Judith put an arm around her, and they cuddled as Jax’s sobs gradually became sniffles, and the sniffles gradually stopped.
Pauline reached out slowly for Jax’s cheek, and gently turned her head so they were face to face. “Do you know why he’s saying that?”
Jax shook her head, and for a few seconds, defiance fought with shame and sadness. Defiance won. “He got shitty when I wouldn’t do what he wanted sexually. He wanted to be in control. He wanted to just use me!”
On one level, I was gobsmacked, but on another, her words helped make sense of what had happened between us. “Wow! It sure wasn’t like that for me!”
Judith reached out to squeeze my hand and I shut up. Pauline ignored me and kept her attention on Jax. “Neither of you got what you wanted!”
“I thought I could trust him but...” She trailed off and looked confused as well as sad.
“But what?”
We all waited while Jax thought. It was obvious that she was experiencing some sort of internal struggle. Eventually, the words tumbled out. “Aunt Flora was right! Men’ll fuck you over if you let them. You have to keep control and stay in charge of the situation.”
Judith got it first. “So you believe that one person will inevitably be in control, all the time. And if that’s not you, bad things will happen?” Jax nodded, and Judith let go of my hand and took hers. “The control thing wasn’t like that for me. I’ve only ever had sex with one person and he was a lying manipulative shit, but the sex was wonderful! I don’t think good, loving, satisfying sex has anything to do with control.”
Jax looked uncertain and a bit sad. Pauline weighed in. “I’ve had lotsa sex but I’ve only been with four guys. For me, good loving comes from connection. That’s where it’s at. I’d guess that you haven’t had much previous experience of that?” It wasn’t really a question, but Jax shook her head anyway.
I decided to contribute my ten cents worth. “If you have to be in control all the time, you can’t actually connect with the person you are exploring sexy stuff with. I think that’s what went wrong with us the other night. I felt as if you weren’t actually wanting to learn to give me pleasure and make me come. It was almost like you were only interested in learning to use sex to control me.”
I wondered if I was going too far, but both Pauline and Judith were nodding along. Jax took a huge breath, and let it out with something between a sigh and a sob. “It wasn’t like that at the start. But then I got scared!”
“That makes sense. I would have liked it if you had told me about that rather than slip back into your old pattern. That would have worked better for me.”
Jax looked sceptical. “That would have been okay?” I nodded. “So why did you get shitty?”
“Because I want connection. That’s a whole lot more important to me than getting off. Having you try to control me rather than staying connected and talking about your being scared wasn’t nice.”
“So you weren’t shitty that I didn’t jack you off?”
“No. If you had told me you were scared, we could have tried to connect better and dealt with that, but having you practice controlling me instead of connecting felt awful. We did alright before - when you were clear you didn’t want to do anything sexy, didn’t we?”
Jax almost smiled. “Yes, that was nice. I really like cuddling with you.”
She paused for perhaps half a second, then her body straightened slightly as she came to a decision and her ‘almost’ smile became the real thing. “I like your cock too! Can we have another try?”
Pauline was definite. “He’s mine tonight!”
Everyone laughed, so I risked a joke. “Bids for tomorrow?” Bad Idea! I looked around and received three blank stares!
Judith straightened me out. “Jokes about prostitution aren’t funny right now!”
I knew exactly what to say, and I said it to Jax. “Sorry - that was dumb. Will you please come and sleep with me tomorrow?”
Her smile was back. “Yes please!”