Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 37
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 37 - 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
May 1963
Friday dragged. I survived school until 3.30 and drive duty until 3.45, and managed a couple of hours for Frank before a very quick shower and a rushed trip to the Nurses Hostel at Auckland Hospital. Greta was waiting outside. I got out and went round to hug her, and open the door for her.
“Sorry I’m late! The afternoon got away on me and I couldn’t leave the job unfinished.”
“It’s okay, I’ve just arrived myself!”
We looked at each other and grinned. “So what do you want to do now?”
“Let’s get away from this prison for a start!”
I headed towards Newmarket, going nowhere in particular. Greta was curious. “Are you taking me to your den of iniquity?”
I started to feel just very slightly niggled. I had been hanging out for this date for more than a week, and I wasn’t sure what we were about to do or how we would decide. I pulled to the side of the road and stopped. “Right now, I’m not taking you anywhere. Let’s talk about what we want to do.”
There must have been something in my tone, because Greta frowned and her body tensed slightly. “Is something wrong?”
For about a tenth of a second, I considered fudging my reply, but I had learned a few lessons since Frank had first given me advice about talking to girls. I took a big breath. “Not wrong exactly, but I’ve been hanging out to spend more time with you, and I should have thought more about what we might do, and it seems to be a problem.” Greta turned a little further towards me, and I tried to find words for the next bit.
“I don’t know what I want to do, and I don’t know what you want to do, and since we don’t really know one another on a ‘date level’, I don’t know how we’d decide, and I’m worried it will all go wrong!”
Greta was evidently unused to this level of disclosure, but she was not entirely unsympathetic. “Wow!” She smiled, and reached over to pat me on the top of the head. “It’s busy in there!”
That somehow felt better. At least a bit. I Hmmed, and Greta went on. “Are you sure you don’t know what you want to do?”
There was something in her tone. I eyeballed her, and thought I saw a hint of mischief in her face, so I went for it. “Ultimately, when we are both ready, I want to take you to a nice, warm bedroom. I want to kiss you and hug you and stroke you. I want to take your clothes off slowly, and kiss and fondle each bit of you as it becomes available. I want to lick and suck and worship your breasts, and lick and finger your pussy until you come, and then very slowly slip my cock inside you. I want to fuck you – gently at first, and then as we warm up, hard and fast and deep until we both come together!”
I had been watching Greta’s face as I spoke, alert for a signal to back off or some sign that I was going too far or too fast. I didn’t get one. In fact, she lit up, and the mischievous elf look was right out front. “Don’t you want me to suck you?”
“Of course!” I paused. “But perhaps not right now.” We both laughed, and the tension between us seemed to evaporate. “So what do we do next? Have you eaten?”
“No. Have you?”
“I thought we might go somewhere for a meal. We could go to Tony’s.”
Greta frowned. “I don’t feel like eating out. I miss home cooking.” She paused for a second, then seemed to come to some decision. “Actually, what I really miss is cooking. Could I cook a meal at your place?”
I thought for a second. “Maybe. Jax and Roger are cooking tonight, but they probably haven’t started yet. Let’s go to my place and see what they are up to. Perhaps you can take over.”
We did, and Jax and Roger were happy to hand over responsibility for a meal. Greta dived into the pantry and the fridge. She quickly assembled some ingredients and stood thinking.
“What are we having?
“Casseroled chops, roast potatoes, cabbage, - and carrots?”
“Sounds good. What can I do?”
“Can you peel potatoes and carrots for roasting?”
“Yup.”
By the time I had peeled a dozen spuds and half a dozen carrots, Greta had greased the bottom of our biggest roasting pan and cut four big onions into half inch thick rings. She laid them in the bottom and put six big mutton neck chops on top, grumbling about a lack of garlic. Then she dissolved an oxo cube in hot water, and added half a pint of Grandma Kerr’s bottled tomatoes and some pitted olives that I didn’t know we had. Finally, she dug out a roll of aluminium foil which Judith and Tony had recently brought home and covered the pan tightly. She lit the oven with only a very small ‘whoomph’, and turned it to ‘regulo three’.
“We’ll give that an hour and a half, and put the spuds and carrots in after three quarters of an hour.”
We smooched in the lounge for most of those forty-five minutes. We were both panting lots, and I was painfully hard. Eventually, Greta pushed me away. “Time to put the veggies in and prep some cabbage.” She washed and shredded most of a cabbage, grumbling some more about the lack of garlic and fresh ginger. I suggested she try the powdered spice Judith used for baking. She snorted, but put a couple of good pinches into our biggest frying pan with some salt and a very big knob of butter. We smooched some more with the same result until ten minutes before we expected to serve, and then quickly cooked the cabbage. That was very different from Grandma Kerr’s usual approach. She believed in boiling any green vegetable until it surrendered. Twenty minutes minimum!
Dinner was delicious, the rest of the flat suitably appreciative, and Judith and Tony were happy to have us cook again on Saturday night. We cleaned up the kitchen and dishes, turned on a heater to warm my room, and headed for the shower.
Our smooching had primed us both for sex in the shower, but as things turned out, our ablutions didn’t go that way. I think Greta was keen to get to what she regarded as the ‘main event’ and though she washed me thoroughly and efficiently and let me wash her, she was all business and I didn’t get much of a chance to check out whether her pussy was as neat and compact as the rest of her.
It was. But I didn’t get a chance to examine it at close range until after we had gone to bed and smooched again. I was hard, Greta smelled as though she was wet, and we were both panting. I presumed we were going to fuck, but if my previous experiences had taught me anything, it was to talk about what we both wanted before proceeding.
I pulled away from our kiss. “Can I eat you? Are we going all the way? Contraception?” I guess I got a bit carried away. I was very keen and it showed – protruded in fact.
Greta twinkled. “This is your idea of seduction?”
The twinkle provided a degree of permission, I figured we were fencing, albeit verbally, so I parried. “Do I need to seduce you?”
Greta got serious, and that was fine by me. There had been question marks about what and where we were actually up to ever since she had shared that she didn’t know whether she could cope with me having sex with other girls and she had also made it clear that as far as she was concerned there was no commitment to have sex. It was time to talk – or rather for me, it was time to listen.
Greta took a breath and eyeballed me. “I want to fuck you this weekend, and I’m going to, hopefully more than once!” I Hmmed and she went on. “But that doesn’t mean I’m ever going to do it after Sunday, or ever again for that matter. What I’m up for will depend on how I handle it when I know you’ve been with someone else. So enjoy this weekend - I’m going to!”
“Works for me!” I grabbed her and pretended to bite her neck. Greta wrestled with me and pretended to bite my nipple, but her pretence was more realistic than mine and it hurt! “Ow!”
“Sorry! Too hard?”
“My nipples aren’t generally sensitive, but I don’t really like teeth anywhere!”
Greta didn’t reply, but twinkled and dived down to fondle my junk. That was nice, but it was even nicer when she began to tongue and lick my taint and sac, and nicer still when she transferred her oral attention to my glans. I was very quickly very close, and I put my hands on Greta’s head with the intention of slowing her down. Bad idea! Greta’s body stiffened and she grabbed my wrists.
“Don’t do that!” She pushed my hands away. “If you ever try to fuck my face I’ll bite your cock off!”
“Jesus – steady on! I was just trying to get you to slow down a bit.”
Greta had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “I guess I’m a bit touchy about having my head held when I’m going down.” She saw my puzzlement. “Tell ya some other time.” She took a breath. “Would you like to come in my mouth?”
“Yes please!”
Greta dived back down to my crotch, and sucked and stroked me until I erupted. It didn’t take long. We lay together smooching for a few minutes. I could smell her arousal very strongly, and was keen to return the favour.
“My turn – but what about contraception?”
“You said you used condoms and spermicide. You have some?”
“Yup.” I reached into my bedside draw and extracted a Fetherlite and a Gynomin tablet.
Greta had nipped my nipples, so that’s where I started. It soon became clear that Greta liked to have her breasts licked and sucked, and her little nipples gnawed (and none too gently). After a few minutes, I moved South. She was in fact neat and petite. A well-trimmed bush thinned out to become a lightly furred and compact camel toe. Greta was clearly aroused. Her clitoral hood protruded a little, and her inner lips pooched out below it. They were shiny with her moisture, and she smelled delicious! It soon became apparent that she liked to be licked and sucked, and she began to move her pelvis quite energetically as soon as I got my mouth on her. Then she surprised me.
“Bite me!”