Memoirs of Muddling Through Sex, chaper 25

Chapter 25


As with doctors, I had a deep unwillingness to go to the
dentist unless absolutely necessary, due to the pain they caused. I had
also been dissuaded in Australia because of the cost. However, now I
was a student, I could sign up for free health care including dentists,
however there was rather a long waiting list. I put my name down and
waited to be contacted. However, I developed a rather bad toothache and
no matter how many Panadols I was popping, I could not relieve the
pain. I found out that you could go on Wednesday mornings to the dental
clinic at Rockhampton hospital where they did emergencies. You just had
to rock up with your health card and wait your turn. I got there early
to reduce the amount of waiting I may encounter. Eventually, I was
called in by the dentist. I explained the problem. He had a quick look,
tapped a few teeth. Then, gave me a shot of novocaine and proceeded to
remove the offending tooth. This was government heath; there was not
the money or time to have elaborate repairs. If your tooth hurt, the
quickest way to stop it hurting was to remove it. After a bit of
tugging and twisting with the pliers, the tooth was extracted. I was
surprised at how little pain I felt. The drugs had worked and the pain
from the rotten tooth had given me the strength for any solution. The
dentist had a look at the tooth he removed and said it was not that
bad, a hole. I guess, if I had been willing to pay, I would have not
had the tooth extracted but repaired, but then again, a repair would
have required more time in the dentist chair and lots of drilling which
I do not like.


Shortly after my encounter with the express government dental
service, I got a letter informing me I had a dental appointment with
the dentist at the government hospital in Yeppoon. As it was free, my
Scottish upbringing helped me overcome my fear and I rocked up for the
appointment. A young female dentist treated me; she was in her mid
twenties. It turned out to be two sessions, as I needed a filling. In
any other circumstances, one would feel rather good reclining and
having two women leaning over you. This, however, was at the dentist,
and one of the women was attempting to inflict pain on me and, not
having a sadomasochist bone in my body, I was not enjoying the
experience. In the chitter-chat they conducted to ease my tension, I
mentioned I was a windsurfer. Their surgery window looked out over the
beach where I windsurfed. They mentioned it looked fun. I was also
surprised to learn the dentist lived in Rockhampton and came down to
work in Yeppoon every workday. I thought this was a bit strange as I
would prefer to live on the beach, but she obviously preferred the
brighter lights of Rockhampton, not that they were particularly bright.



I was out on the town again with Sharon and her friends. The
plump one was there but not "mutton". We had started the night off in
the bar along from Flamingos waiting for Flamingos to get lively. We
were sitting down drinking and chatting away, when a girl saying, "Hi"
approached me. It took me a while to twig as to who she was. Not
wearing the dentist garb, and I was not expecting to see my dentist out
and about drinking. I was even more surprised to find I was being
chatted up by my dentist, not something I would have thought possible
considering I was a student, admittedly a mature age one. I guess, I
also would have stood out where the men and women stay in their own
corners, since I was at a table with three women. The three girls
seemed to be a bit put out. I guess they saw me as their possession and
this was another woman! The plump one, having previously fucked me,
seemed particularly threatened. I would have been rather bemused if her
glares had developed into a catfight. After speaking to me for a bit,
she made her escape. I don't know whether I had bored her away or the
other girls had intimidated her, but whatever, I was feeling good. A
dentist had never shown interest in me before and the concerned look of
the others informed me I was in demand. The rest of the time we spent
in the bar, I kept catching glances of the dentist and who seemed to
have returned. I, however, did not have to courage to go and chat her
up, maybe I should have; we might have hit it off. Then again, to be a
dentist you have to be a bit sadistic. That night ended without any
action for me, but that was ok because there were many more nights to
come.


The military exercises had hit full swing with the arrival of
the Americans. The influx of Americans had changed Rockhampton. The
clubs were over flowing and the local girls, single or not, were out
trying to get themselves an American. Sharon was keen to get out and
see if she could get one. As usual, we headed to Flamingoes and, as we
had expected, it was flooded with Americans. The Americans seemed to
enjoy dancing away, simulating sex on the dance floor. I was rather
amused seeing an American girl, almost on all fours, waving their bum
about in the air and having the guy she was dancing with come up to the
bum and pretend to fuck it. I guess this was an American mating ritual
or a replacement for the real thing. I found it all rather interesting,
as I was more a rather understated guy who had been worried about
getting a hard on when slow dancing with a girl. I was surprised not to
see the guys simulating all this sex not getting aroused; it would have
made the performance more interesting. Sharon was getting right into
this, sandwiching guys between her and a friend and moving up and down.
I think she was in her heaven, but I just found it all to be an
interesting show. I drank the night away, knowing that I did not have
much chance of getting any "totty" tonight. All the totty would be
after the Americans and the limited number of female Americans did not
appeal to me. If I had been interested in some American meat, I would
have been required to negotiate my way through layers of American males
who preferred American meat to Australian. It appeared that Sharon's
niece had got herself an American and headed back to the house. About
an hour later, we headed back too.


Wanting to get refreshed, I stripped off and jumped into the
pool for my, now regular, skinny dip. Shortly after, the niece and the
American emerged. He was a bit startled by the sight. The niece joined
me in the pool. The American; obviously unsure of himself and these
people he did not know skinny-dipping, made up something and left. It
was then that I got the full story. During the night, the niece had
been going on about making some extra money by finding an American
willing to pay to have sex. Through the night when she had come off the
dance floor she said she had told the American she was dancing with,
that she would sleep with him for $150. I thought at the time she was
just fooling around. She would have fucked most things for free, if
they gave her a bit of attention. However, she claimed that on the way
home in the taxi she got it to stop at an ATM to get the American to
get $150 out and give it to her. She then took him home and let him
fuck her. I was amused and did not see any real harm in it. The niece
seemed to be in a good mood. Being a bit richer, the American had got
his fuck and, if he had taken her out for a meal and bought her drinks,
it would have cost probably over $150 to get her into bed. He did not
know she was an easy lay, so probably thought he got a good deal,
something to brag about with his army buddies "I got an Australian fuck
last night", though I think he might deliberately leave out the part
about the $150. Sharon was also happy, as the niece now had the money
to pay the rent.


After I was refreshed, I went as usual, to the spare room to
crash. I was surprised, not long after getting into the bed, to be
joined by the niece who was complaining that she could not sleep and
wanted some company. I did not really care, so I let her. Well, it
appeared she wanted more than company and we ended up having sex. I did
not really want to have sex with her, but then again, if it's female
and it will let you fuck her, why not. I am not sure if the sex was her
payment to me for letting her share my bed. I think now, however, it
was her way to feel better about allowing a guy to fuck her for money.
It allowed her to say to herself that she was not a prostitute and that
she could have sex without a monetary motive.


I took a break from going out on the town in Rockhampton. I
was getting bored with the entertainment the Americans were providing.
When I next caught up with Sharon she was all talk about getting lucky.
As she told it, she had taken an American home for sex. They started
fooling around, and then he asked her if she wanted to have sex, she
was not going to say no. He again asked her if it was okay and did she
wanted to have a look first. She told him to get on with it. He then
proceeded to enter her. It was then that she realized why he had been
so concerned to get her approval first. She said he had the biggest
cock she had ever come across. I remarked at this stage that she
probably hadn't had many big ones to compare it with, particularly
considering the height of her ex- husband. To which she replied, "he
was not called "donkey" for no reason by his work mates". She said he
was about eight to nine inches long. She claimed the American was even
bigger, not just long, but thick too. He had filled her up completely.
It was a bit sore, but she loved every minute of it. It made me feel
very inadequate but when I think of it, the guy probably had a lot of
problems trying to find a girl willing to fuck him. It's funny, but
guys make such a big thing about having a big dick, but you can be too
big, thus the saying: too much of a good thing is not always good. I
think the guy must have looked around Flamingos firstly for the biggest
slapper that would take him home and have sex with. Secondly, for
someone that was not likely to run out of the room screaming when he
did his donkey impersonation. He picked right with Sharon and the good
thing is: they were both satisfied.


I hated weddings. I did not want to be married and I did not
want to be a hypocrite by attending one. However, when Sharon asked me
to go to a wedding with her, as she was unable to get anyone else to
go, I went. I was reluctant at first, but compromised my principles
because I wanted to stay on her good side, as it was a place to crash
when I went out drinking in Rockhampton. I did not know the people
getting married or anyone that was going to, except for Sharon. It was
held in an open-air church out of town I think it had been built by the
American Army during the Second World War. It was a nice spot for a
church, as I think churches should be simple and very natural. It was
not a religious wedding, but one conducted by a celebrant. Afterwards,
they went to a bowling club for the reception. I am not a snob, but it
was not that flash. The food was crap. The wedding had started off ok
at the church, but going to the run down bowling club turned it into a
very plebby occasion. I was totally out of place there. I suffered it
in silence to appease Sharon. I was very glad it was over and it
confirmed my opposition to weddings.


Sharon's niece surprised me by coming down to Yeppoon to see
me. She was drunk and I was surprised she had survived the
forty-kilometre drive. She seemed to hope that I would get into a
relationship with her. She was too young and not my type. She also had
the problem of getting a bit aggressive and hard to handle when drunk.
Seeing as she was drunk, I decided it would be best for her to stay in
Yeppoon and sleep it off. If she was staying, I might as well have some
fun, I was not that much of an angel. I had the spa and had not used it
for a while, so I turned it on and we jumped in. She was not a great
bonk, but she was a bonk, so I was not going to complain. I went out
for a few more drinks with her after that night, particularly as I was
more interested in getting into "mutton's" daughter's pants and they
went drinking together. I got a bit fed up with dealing with her after
she drank too much, as she usually did. On one occasion, when I was
trying to sober her up outside the pub, "mutton" came along with her
husband. It was all rather strange I think and hope he thought I was
Sharon's niece's friend and had only met his wife in passing. Lucky for
me, she found another guy that was willing to put up with her and they
moved in together, which let me off the hook.


I had no plans for my birthday even though it fell on a
weekend. I just got myself a bottle of Bacardi and sat on the deck
looking out to sea drinking it. I was surprised when I got a knock on
the door to find it was Sharon and the slapper. I do not know if they
had known it was my birthday or had just come down for some
entertainment. They were planning to go out clubbing later that night
and wanted me to come along. I agreed, but we decided to have a few
drinks before heading back to Rockhampton. They also had some hash,
which they were smoking. We headed back to Sharon's place so that they
could get tarted up for the clubs. While I was waiting for them, we all
kept on drinking and smoking. I decided to have a smoke as I was pissed
and it was my birthday.


We also entertained ourselves by looking through Sharon's
porn magazines: very well used magazine aimed at males, not a playgirl,
slightly harder than a playboy, it had pictures of people fucking. I
was surprised Sharon had it, but then again Sharon was not your usual
mother. After all that drink, I needed a piss and made my way to the
bog. I got my dick out and had a piss, but before I could put my dick
back, I collapsed. The hash had been a bit stronger than I expected.
Sharon and the slapper dragged me to Sharon's bed and left me there to
sleep it off while they went out. I could be wrong, but I think they
were a bit pissed off as they had been hoping to get use of my dick
that night. Later on that night,when Sharon returned from the club, she
woke me up to kick me out of her bed. She needed it, as she had got
lucky. I went down to the spare room to continue my sleep glad that
Sharon would be entertained without me.


I met a girl at CQU. She was doing some computing courses,
but was actually doing a science degree and her boyfriend was doing the
same course as I. She had been big into gymnastics as a kid and still
maintained an active participation. She still had a gymnast's body:
shapeless. I was fascinated once to see on TV identical twins, one who
was into gymnastics and the other one who, for whatever reason, was
not. Their bodies had developed completely differently. The gymnast
still looked like a kid: flat chested, while her sister had developed
her womanly curves. With this in mind, one would have to question if it
is good for one to maintain these rigorous routines kids and teenagers
if it holds back the natural development of your body. We seemed to get
on well and she was very keen to talk about sex.


She revealed she was a bi-sexual, though I was never aware of
her having any girlfriends. She also claimed that she had a very free
and open relationship with her boyfriend. I found this hard to believe,
but did not disagree. I was actually interested in getting her into bed
and to fulfill my fantasies, hopefully with one of her girlfriends, as
well, that is if they existed. It was quite interesting when you think
of it. She would have fulfilled most male fantasies: she looked young
and unplucked, though, according to her accounts, she was a bit of a
tart and her gymnastics training would enable her to get into mind
boggling sexual positions. Her sexual preference would not preclude the
possibility of a threesome or, for those that just wanted to watch, two
girls fucking each other, she said, she would be willing. I however
feel a lot of what she said was only a girl experimenting with the
possibilities in her mind and that when it came down to it, she was
rather conventional and would conform to society and have a boyfriend.
Anyway, at least a guy comes with something to bounce up and down on. I
kept her in the back of my mind, wishfully, not because I fancied her,
just for the titillation. Unfortunately, a situation never arose.
However, it was fun talking to her, particularly when drinking in the
student Union and discussing the girls around us, comparing notes on
their features and if we thought they would be a good fuck or
not.


My last few weeks in Yeppoon, I stayed with a couple of guys
doing the IT course with me as my parent's house was sold and I had to
move out. I needed to hang around for my final exams. They were a sad
pair of country boys who would run away if a girl said boo to them. One
of them showed interest in another girl in our course, so I arranged
for us all to go to a movie with his girl and her friend. On the way
back from the movie, I suggested we stop at the drive through and I
bought a bottle of Bourbon. I needed a drink to wind down before the
exams started. We went back to the house and had a few drinks surprise,
surprise they ended up round the computer. I went outside for some air
and a drink. The girl's friend followed me out. She was a sultry rural
type, a bit strange to be doing an IT degree. I would have fucked her
if she had offered. Anyway, we got talking as the drink had loosened
her up a bit. She asked me what I thought about her boyfriend asking
her to shave her pussy off. I expressed my view on the reason why some
guys don't like bush, because it makes one look younger. That, I
suggested, suggests questionable motives. I think it is fine for a girl
to trim her bush; too much hair is not that appealing. I have even cut
a girlfriends bush into a heart for fun, well it was Louise's and she
did have vibrant red hair- a true redhead. But to go for a full
Brazilian is not a good look. Maybe it makes the bikini line look
clean; then again, a bikini mildly bursting at the seams can be
appealing. Another bad look is that Hitler moustache look, a line of
pubic hair. Beaver should look natural, not overgrown nor absent. It
can provide a good source of dental floss, when going down on a girl,
which may or may not be pleasurable. Nothing ever happened with the
girl, not that I would have complained if she had wanted to jump into
bed with me, but she was a bit young and struggling with whether or not
to shave.


I had had enough of Rockhampton, Yeppoon and University. I
just wanted to leave. I had packed my van the weekend before with my
possessions. It was rather full floor to ceiling and all my windsurfers
on the roof. I was a bit concerned about the trip as I had a bit of a
dodgy battery, which tended not to produce enough current to start the
van first time. I had worked out that, if I let it turn over for a bit
and it didn't start to let it have a rest for a few minutes, then most
of the time it would then start when you turned it over again. As soon
as I had finished my last exam, which was in the afternoon, I left it
an hour early and I went straight to my van and started the drive to
Adelaide. At my first petrol stop somewhere in country Queensland it
took a few attempts to get the van started again luckily after that it
started every time. I drove to Adelaide about 3800 kilometres non-stop,
stopping only for fuel and food, except for a brief stop as I crossed
the Queensland Boarder into New South Wales when there was a massive
thunder storm that had reduced visibility and I was almost getting
blown off the road by the road trains as they passed by. I tried to get
some sleep across the front seats, but it was too uncomfortable so
decided to carry on driving. The following day was a long hot drive
across central New South Wales, which is rather barren and treeless. I
could feel the right hand side of my body getting burned and tried to
cover up my exposed bits, but it was hot and I was not in the mood to
cover up too much. I also had an entertainment problem as the van only
had a radio and there was not much choice of stations outside the
cities in Australia. It gave me lots of time to think things over and
what mistakes I had made and promised myself not to repeat them in
Adelaide.


I eventually reached Adelaide at around 10 PM that evening. I
had been driving for 19 hours, pretty stupid, but what else was I going
to do. When I got to my parent's place, I had a shower and hit the
sack. I would awake to a new start in a new place. I did awake to a new
place, but I looked like something out of the film "Close Encounters of
the Third Kind". Half my body burnt as I had been driving the same
direction all day. It had only been my right side that had got exposed,
I literally had a line down my face separating the burnt from the not
burnt and my right leg and arm were also burnt. Even with this
barbecued appearance, I was glad to be in Adelaide.