Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 45
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 45 - 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
Ending – December 1963.
Pauline was accepted for the NZ Drama Council Summer School. Her acceptance wasn’t too much of a surprise, but the wait for it was nevertheless fraught. She expected the confirmation letter in mid-December, but it didn’t arrive until three days before Xmas and she was pretty tense for a week or so before she got it. Overnight, our relationship moved from ‘probably ending in a few weeks’, to a mad scramble because ‘I’m off in less than a fortnight!’
We had agreed to have as much time together as possible, and sleep together whenever we could, but Pauline had lots to do and all sorts of loose ends to tie up before getting on the train for the overnight trip to Wellington. She was often ‘busy in her head’ during the visits we did have, but our bodies still connected pretty satisfactorily
We did manage to have most of the Xmas festivities together, meals with the Miles family and the Grandkerrs, and a big dinner at the flat, but the day after Boxing Day, I abandoned her and got up early to drive south to the Henley farm with Mum ‘n Dad.
Traditionally, we would have a very large late lunch and drive back in the mid-afternoon, but Grandma June and Mum supported me to persuade Dad to delay our departure so I could have a couple of hours with ‘the Morrow girl’ before we drove back to Auckland in the dark. That was nice, and Sandra agreed to come for another visit to the ‘big city’ in mid-January.
Pauline spent her last night with me before getting on the train. We had had a couple of nights together where she had been ‘in her head’, but our bodies had connected pretty well anyway. It wasn’t like that this time. She didn’t get wet, and I didn’t get hard. We cuddled happily enough, but Pauline certainly had something going on. After fifteen minutes or so, I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Okay – no sex for now, but we certainly need to talk.”
Her smile was tinged with sadness. “Yup. We’ve had a pretty good thing going, but I think it’s over!” I Hmmed, and after a moment, Pauline seemed to collect herself and went on. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be staying in Wellington and going to Vic. I can major in English and Drama, and the Drama Club there is almost professional standard. You probably haven’t heard of Roger Hall and John Clarke and Ginette McDonald, but they’re the leads in most productions, and they’ll all be famous one day!”
“Maybe you will too!”
“Maybe – but even if I never make it, this might be the last time we get together – and I’m going to miss you!”
“I imagine you’ll be too busy with the Drama School to miss me much, and I doubt you’ll be short of male company if you have an itch that needs scratching.”
She grinned. “There’s always Chick!”
I just laughed, and we both relaxed as she cuddled in and we started to smooch. The acknowledgement that this could well be the last time seemed to have changed the energy between us, and we turned on fairly quickly.
“Lick me!”
I transferred my attention from Pauline’s nipples to her crutch. That was familiar territory, but perhaps because I knew it might be the last time I visited, I found myself memorising what we sometimes called her ‘cuntscape’.
Not that it was complicated – Pauline had no outer lips to speak of – just a bare and irregular slit below her slim and sparsely furred mons. She had inner lips and a clitoral hood inside, though they were small, even when she was very turned on. But there was nothing lacking in either the quantity of her lubrication or it’s aroma, and my face was soon covered in her juices as her smell filled the room.
I licked and sucked her to a couple of climaxes, and blew gentle raspberries around and on her clit to a couple more. She wasn’t hugely keen on stopping to put a tablet inside her before I slotted myself, but however keen I was to fuck, I wasn’t going to go there again. We ‘compromised’ by using my penis to push a Gynomin to the back of her vagina as she lifted her ankles on to my shoulders.
Her scrawny sit bones snuggled very comfortably into my groins as I ground against her, fully embedded, and we moaned and panted together. Pauline had already come a number of times, but she managed another before I felt the muscles round my bum tightening, my balls drawing up, and energy concentrating in my pelvis. I thrust inside her one last time, and muffled my roar with the pillow beside Pauline’s ear as my spunk scalded its way out of my urethra. We rolled sideways together and drifted off to sleep as I gradually softened and slipped out of her.
I thought we would probably make love again in the morning, but Pauline was keen to get on with her last day at home, and I woke alone to the sound of her working in the kitchen and the smell of breakfast cooking. I stayed put, hoping that she would bring it back to bed, but she was insistent that I should get up, eat, and take her home (as she put it with a grin) at once, forthwith, immediately, and without delay. Good boy that I am, I complied.
I went to say goodbye on the platform that evening, as Pauline boarded the Limited Express for the overnight trip to Wellington. Mr and Mrs Miles and her brother Kevin gave us a couple of minutes privacy to smooch – not that there is any real privacy on a railway station platform. We all waved as the train pulled out, and Pauline pressed her face against the carriage window and stuck a hand through the small gap at the top. Nurse Miles put her hand on my arm as the train disappeared in the distance.
“She loves you, you know!”
I didn’t know what to say, so I Hmmed, and Mrs Miles grinned. “You don’t have to say anything. She loves the idea of a career in drama more! This won’t be the last goodbye in her life, and almost certainly not in yours either!”
“We’ve had a really nice thing going. It’s been a good couple of years.”
“I was worried at first when she was head over heels with the Farrell boy, and later Bruce, but you both seemed to be able to handle those relationships.”
I nodded. “As you know, I have had other relationships too, and we managed to treat each other well enough to get through those and stay right with each other.”
Nurse Miles briefly dropped into her professional role. “Your other relationships are none of my business.” Then she reverted to being a slightly anxious mother. “Do you think she’ll be alright in Wellington? I expect there’ll be some support from the people in charge of the Drama School.”
“Probably, but in any case, she’s resourceful and determined, and she’s doing what she loves and has always wanted to do. She’ll be fine!”
“Let us know when you hear from her. She’s more likely to write to you than to us.”
I promised that I would, and after goodbyes all round, I went home, feeling rather flat. Jax and Roger were cooking. Jax looked at me keenly.
“You okay? You’ve been together for a long while.”
“I think so. If anything, I feel a bit numb.” Jax just kept looking at me, and Roger stopped chopping cabbage and watched our interaction. After a moment’s thought, I realised that I was actually feeling a whole lot of things, some of them contradictory.
“It’s complicated. We always knew our relationship wasn’t permanent, but I’m sure I’ll miss her.”
Roger snorted and suppressed a laugh. “The best way to get over one woman is to get over another!”
“Sandra’s coming up in a couple of weeks.”
Jax grinned. “I have a friend. She’s a horny bitch, and I could set you up in the meantime. All it would take is a phone call. Tonight if you like!”
I was tempted. I remembered what a mess I had become after Robyn decided to be exclusive with Jack Gavin a couple of years previously, and for a moment or two, I seriously considered Jax’s offer.
She picked up on my interest. “You want to – don’t you? What’s your hesitation? Why aren’t you saying yes?”
“It seems a bit cold blooded. You invite someone I don’t know over to have sex with me as soon as Pauline is on the train.”
Jax nodded. “Yup. You don’t know her and she doesn’t know you, except by reputation.”
I was just slightly wary. “Reputation?”
“I gave you a very good review!”
I glanced at Roger, but his face was impassive, and I turned my attention back to Jax. “You’ve been talking about what we did?”
“No details, but I told her you were a skilled and sensitive lover!”
I looked at Roger again, but he was not reacting to Jax’s words at all. Jax however, noted the direction of my glance, and hastened to offer reassurance. “He’s a good lover – but it’s you I love darling.” She moved towards Roger and he opened his arms so she could cuddle against him. There was some grinding and giggling.
They looked towards her bedroom door, then back to the half-prepared meal.
I stepped into the breach. “Go and make each other happy. I’ll finish the meal.”
Roger was keen. “Thanks. About half an hour?”
Jax held back just a bit. “You sure?”
“About what? The meal -yes, setting me up with your friend? Still thinking.”
“How about I just invite her to come over and visit? No promises?”
I thought ‘what the hell’ and nodded, and Roger withdrew to the bedroom while Jax went to the phone in the hall. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was brief, and she stuck her head back into the kitchen.
“Tea in half an hour, Cheryl will be here an hour after that.”
I finished chopping the cabbage and checked the potatoes Jax was boiling. They were ready to mash so I turned them off and started to slice the lambs fry. Not too thick, not too thin. Ready to sear each side and turn off so that the inside remained moist and slightly bloody. Dinner came together pretty easily, and since Judith and Tony were down in Waitomo, it was just the three of us.
Jax and Roger reappeared, looking pleased with themselves and each other, and we ate in companionable silence.
Jax gathered the plates. “We’ll do the cleanup and sort the dishes.” She grinned. “You might like to freshen up and tidy your room – change the sheets, open the window.”
“Are you casting aspersions on my personal hygiene and housekeeping?”
“Your room smells like a brothel, and unless you showered this morning, I’m sure your ‘bits’ smell of Pauline.”