Chapter 28

Jax ‘n Wax - August 1962

Sunday after the wedding was unusual. Frank and Emma weren’t going away on a honeymoon, but Emma had made it very clear that Frank was ‘hers’ for the day, and that any suggestion that we might ‘go and earn a quid’ would not go down well. Her Mum ‘n Dad were handling the cleanup after our party, and she was taking Frank to the hot pools on the Kaipara.

So I was free for the day after a couple of hours homework. I had a slack and cruisy morning, wondering if I was just tired, or whether I was ‘hung over’ as well, but I was finished by lunchtime.

Jax approached me after lunch. “You really like my bald pussy. I’m going to wax. Wanna help?”

“What would I have to do?”

“Help me with the bits I can’t see.”

We adjourned to her room. She had left her heater on most of the morning, and there was a jar of some gunky stuff warming directly in front of it. Jax extracted a couple of shoeboxes from under her bed. One contained a variety of bottles and jars, the other dozens of narrow strips which looked as though they had been cut from old sheets, along with a bundle of ice-block sticks.

The room was what Frank used to describe as ‘roasty toasty’ and Jax shed her clothes and suggested I do likewise. I was wary.

“Why should I strip? If this is about us being sexy or doing sexy stuff together, we need to be clear about that before we start.”

“No sex while we’re waxing. Negotiate after the job’s done if you want to. Deal?”

“Deal!” The room suddenly seemed very hot, and I got naked too.

“Pits first! This is cleansing lotion. Swab me first.” It smelled different from the lotion she had used to bring me off a fortnight before, but I dribbled some on a cotton wool pad and dabbed the sparse growth under her arms as we stood beside the bed.

“Now powder!” I dusted the areas with talc, and then Jax used an ice block stick to coat one armpit with the molten gunk and pressed a strip of cloth against it, smoothing it against her skin and its short pale hair.

“Stretch the skin out.”

I did, and watched Jax’s face carefully as she jerked the strip off. She didn’t flinch, but folded the strip and set it aside.

“You do the other one.”

That was a lot simpler than I thought it would be. The wax flowed onto Jax’s skin easily, and though I was a bit tentative with the ripping off, I didn’t seem to hurt her.

“Legs next!”

Jax sat on the bed, and we did one each, not that there was much to do. I don’t think Jax was very hairy to start with, and she had told Judith and Pauline that hair had got weaker and thinner as she kept waxing.

She lay back on the pillows and spread her legs. “Now do my pubes!”

I was starting to feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t about being naked and touching Jax’s most intimate areas, though of course I was interested. It was more about the way she was speaking to me. I pulled away from her and sat separately on the end of her bed.

Jax’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not happy with the way you’re ordering me to do stuff. It doesn’t feel nice!”

For a second, I thought Jax was going to cry, but she took a breath, squared her shoulders, and looked me in the eye. “Shit! You’re right. I was doing it again!” I Hmmed, and she took another breath. “I guess I’m scared to have you touch me unless I’m clearly in control. Fucken Aunt Flora!”

“You got over touching my cock and having me spurt spunk all over your hand, and you cope when you wake up with me poking my stiffy against your back. Let’s just take this quietly!”

Jax lay back on the bed. “I usually do my pubes, then one side at a time between my legs. Shall we do that?”

That felt better. I tried to ignore the moisture seeping from between her chubby lips, and the smell of her arousal, but didn’t wholly succeed. “Are you just the tiniest wee bit turned on?”

She blushed a little. “Actually, I always turn on a bit when I’m waxing, even when I’m on my own. There’s something about making myself bald, and I remember how powerful it feels to have men wanting to touch me. That’s really exciting.”

“Enjoy! Nothing sexual until we negotiate after we’re done waxing.”

Jax relaxed a bit, and we worked on her pubes and her labia.

Then she asked me to wax further back. “I have trouble doing a good job with my taint and in my bum crack.”

‘Taint?”

“Aunt Flora. Taint ya bum and taint ya pussy!”

By now I was comfortable with the process, and getting reasonably skilled, so it wasn’t too hard. Then Jax surprised me, reaching into her box, she pulled out a bottle with a pink plastic top.

“Baby oil! I’d really like it if I could just lie back while you rub it everywhere we waxed.”

That was new. I could do that on her pits and legs and pubes with no difficulty, and I decided I would deal with any problems oiling her labia if any arose (or I did). The oil was slick, and though it was eventually absorbed by Jax’s skin, the effect was smooth and soft.

“Smooth and soft as a baby. Maybe that’s why they call it ‘Baby Oil’.”

I didn’t think so, but I concentrated on smoothing it on, and that all went well until I got to her labia. Jax was very wet, and the mix of the oil and her juices was more slick and slippery than anything I had ever come across before. Jax’s breathing got heavy and seemed very loud, and I got almost painfully hard.

I had been trying to keep my ministrations impersonal, and now I was also trying to keep them external, but her lips were so soft and slippery that my fingers slipped between them without conscious intention on my part. Jax moaned and wriggled and I pulled back.