Sunshine Coast Pt 04

Dawn and Wendy.

Worried that my comment about her panties sticking to her pussy might not be a joke, Dawn took them off before we drove back to the club. She kept pulling on her skirt each time she changed gear, but to no avail as her pussy kept peeking out from under it. Although dark now, every time we passed under a street light, I would tease her by looking at her legs.

We laughed the whole way. "Don't Tim... don't look," she kept giggling.

I could see dribbles of white cum that had dried on her inner thighs and if I hadn't had cum a couple of times already today, could have quite happily got her to stop the car somewhere and fucked Dawn there and then, as this beautiful girl with a naked pussy short skirt, pigtails and silky blouse was hot as hell.

But... I was determined to show her that sex was one thing and making love was something different. I was hoping to show her that I was a giver not a taker. Dawn seemed happy that we had played out her fantasy and had hinted that she had something else in mind as well, but if the chance came to make love to her, I wanted to take it. She had had a bad experience and I was determined to show her how things could be with the right person. Her obsession with what Suzy did worried me a bit. She deserved better than gropes and feels or another girl fucking her with a dildo, but at the back of my mind I was torn between wanting to spend time with this girl and getting the hell out of Dodge.

We parked in the corner of the Surf Club carpark where it was a bit darker so that no one might recognize the car and come snooping.

"Well, that was fun. How do you feel about it now?" It was a bit unusual for me to initiate a conversation.

"Is that a pun or something. How do I feel about things." We both laughed. "It was so naughty and it was fun and I can stop thinking about it now, because I know what it is to cop a feel. You were so understanding Tim of what I wanted. It was perfect. You never laughed at me or put me down."

"I'd never do that Dawn. I might still be young and I'm not trying to boast when I say this, but I've been with enough girls to know we all have our little kinks and fetishes. In fact, I'm always trying to find out what they may be. You're easy Dawn and I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just that unlike most girls who try to play the hard-to-get game you are open and straight up. It's really refreshing. But if we get the chance, will you let me make love to you. I don't mean let's just fuck. I realize you might be a bit apprehensive about that, but just let me show you how it can be. I think you know me well enough by now that I'm not going to talk you into anything you don't want to do, or hurt you in any shape or form."

"Yes please... you're right though... I'm a bit nervous about that bloody great thing between your legs squeezing into poor Priscilla."

"Hey, who said we have to even go there. Just trust me."

"I know. Umm... I know somewhere nice we can go, because like I said before, I'm not doing anything in your van or the back of my car. That's not one of my fantasies. But there is one other ...do you think we could still do that and would tomorrow night be alright."

"Yes Madam. But... I promised Jono to go to his party."

"But after that?"

"Okay it's a deal, and if either of us doesn't want to stick around at Jono's, that still applies. We'll just go. Now where were we? That's right I was about to pash up a beautiful girl not wearing panties."

"Oh." Dawn looked around. "Can't see any others...you must mean me." I could see her grinning despite how dark it was.

Lorna and Katie didn't bat an eye but were all grins as I helped out in the kitchen again, but I stayed clear of the actual restaurant not wanting to socialize. I'd been up early and surfed after an interrupted sleep. Tomorrow was going to be another busy one as I was due up at the hospital and had Jono's party to attend, let alone what Dawn had in mind for afterwards. I'd decided an early night wouldn't go amiss and had suggested Dawn do the same.

Lorna kept at me, wanting to know how the 'fiddle tuning' date went. I hadn't been gone that long.

"Not too bad Lorna...but the G string is giving me a hard time."

Lorna burst out laughing and I got my 'Gawd you're a Dag,' but once again Katie didn't get the joke. Lorna would have to explain it to her.

I said my 'goodnights' to them after they had cooked me a feed and was standing at the urinal having a piss when I was joined by a little red-headed guy who was perhaps in his mid-forties. He was a bit pissed and having a bit of trouble getting his act together which made me move along rather than stand next to him. He kept looking my way.

"You'se the joker in the paper. Jacko was telling us bout ya, an me daughter dun ya interview. You'se a Kiwi aint ya."

'Oh shit. Here we go. That's the problem with a small town.' I thought to myself.

"Hey mate... Youse Kiwis are alright in my books. Saved me and my mates arses. Never knock your 'All Blacks'. Wasn't for your artillery I wouldn't be here now... or me mates. Your 16

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never got the credit for what you'se jokers did. He was stabbing his finger at me but I had to back up as he wasn't paying attention to where he was pissing.

Big mistake on my part. I should have kept my mouth shut. "Are you talking about the 16

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Field regiment in Korea?"

"What... what the fuck would a young pup like you know bout that."

"My old man is 16

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or was until a few months back and my uncle was their Sargeant Major in Korea."

His head, eyes and stream of piss all headed my way at the same time. Luckily, I was able to side step quicker than an 'All Black' halfback.

"Well fuck me." he was grinning now. "Who'd of thought that. You gotta meet me mates." he stuck out his hand but his cock was still hanging out of his pants. "I'm Tom... Tommy to me mates. Fuck me... gotta buy you'se a beer mate."

"I'm good thanks Tom... not quite old enough to drink here."

Tom tapped the side of his nose. "All good son... me mates will let us bend the rules. Come with me." Tom finally realized his cock was still hanging out, zipped himself up and we both washed our hands. Tom was shaking his head and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Meanwhile, I'd realized I should have kept my mouth shut as Tom led me towards the bar with the 'Are You 21' sign above the door.

"Hey sorry Tom... I can't go in there."

"Like fuck you can't. Told ya... you'se right as rain."

Reluctantly I followed Tom. The bar was full of bar leaners and stools. In one corner to where I followed him, was what was obviously the War veterans drinking hole. There were Japanese, Korean and regimental flags on the wall, swords and even a couple of guns hanging from the ceiling. On bar stools sitting around a table full of half and empty Schooners of beer were Tom's mates. Five of them. At the end of the table sat the police Sargeant. He wasn't happy when he looked up at me.

'Oh fuck.' I thought to myself and went to turn away but Tom grabbed my arm.

"Listen up you'se jokers. This young pup's old man is with the 16

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and what's more his fucking uncle was their Sargeant Major... probably the same joker who saved our fucking arses. Kin ya fucking believe it."

"Sorry Sarge... didn't want to come in but Tom insisted."

The Sargeant's face had relaxed a bit. "That's okay son... grab a seat."

Tom already had that in hand, and unfortunately grabbed a stool and placed it at the end of the table the Sargeant sat at, then disappeared before plonking a Schooner of beer in front of me.

"Drink up son... I'm not going to knock you for it. The 16

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eh. Know much about them?"

"Yeah... read up about Korea. I'm guessing Toms talking about the Kapyong valley and hill 504."

"Good onya son... yeah. The chinks had us fucked. Kept coming for hours, wave after wave. No ammo... we were saying goodbye to our mates when the air was ripped apart by salvo after salvo landing not more than 50 yards in front of us. Those Kiwi gunners were fucking unbelievable, how they managed to do that is still beyond me, and you say your old man was part of them?"

"No, my uncle was. My old man was air force during World War 2 but joined the territorials and '16

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field' when the Territorial Air Force was scrapped. He was with 161 battery who are in Vietnam, but they weren't keen on taking family men so he retired when 161 shipped out. My uncle is in Nam now, second tour. He conned his way into the army when he was 16. Italy then Korea and now Nam."

The rest of the table was listening to our conversation nodding knowingly.

"Son... every one of us was 12

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platoon Australian RAR and every one of us managed to get out of that shit fight thanks to the 16

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and their 25 pounders. We lost nearly all our mates but at least we can sit here and drink beer, tell bullshit war stories and go home to our families. Do us a favor and the next time you see your uncle and old man, buy them a beer on us will ya, and if they're ever over this way make sure they look us up."

The Sargeant patted me on the shoulder with that bloody great mitt of his, pulled out his wallet and plonked a 10 dollar note on the table in front of me. It was joined by other notes and coins. The others were all nodding and smiling.

I knew better than to object to what these guys were doing. To them it was a small token of appreciation and I knew it would mean a lot to Dad and uncle D'Arcy.

"Ahh... thanks guys... they both drink rum but I'm sure they can make an exception. They're going to be tickled pink. I write to my uncle every few weeks. He reckons letters from home stop him from doing anything stupid. He's going to love my next letter."

"Got to go guys. Need to visit a joker who doesn't know the difference between his missus and a punching bag." The sarge got up.

For the second time he shook my hand. I remembered the first time, was waiting for it and was able to counter his grip which was like a steel clamp. For the first time I saw the Sargeant smile.

As the Sargeant left, his seat was taken by one of the others. "Guess you weren't expecting that mate? I'm Bill Anderson one of the crew."

We shook hands. Bill unlike Tom was a tall blonde headed guy. I noticed he was drinking what I took to be coke.

"Honestly, when I saw him sitting there, I thought Tom had led me into deep shit."

"Know anything about Jacko... the Sarge?"

"No, only that I wouldn't want to piss him off."

"Jacko was our Sargeant in Korea. A bloody good one too. Some of the officers weren't worth a pinch of shit, but Jacko looked after us... knew his shit and kept us on the up and up. A few weeks after the 504 scrap he got taken as a P.O.W. and spent the rest of the war trying to stay alive by not starving or freezing to death. The chinks and gooks tortured and beat the shit out of him because he wouldn't bend or take any crap from them. Them scars are mainly from rifle butts and pipes. Fucking miracle he survived and didn't end up a jabbering idiot because a lot of us came back pretty much fucked up without going through what he did."

"Bloody hell and I thought my uncle was a tough bastard. How is it that so many of you guys from the same unit all come from this town?"

"Jacko and Ron Dawson. You see, Ron Dawson was a Senator who was pushing for the government to do more for returning vets. Medical, health care, loans, that sort of stuff.

Anyway, Jacko decided to get in touch with his old unit or what remained of us. We were from all parts of Aus. I'm from Dubbo. Tommy was in Melbourne. Jacko and Ron knew each other and when Ron heard that none of us were doing too well, they decided to do something about it. I was and still am an alcoholic but haven't touched the stuff in years. Tommy was homeless. Les over there had gone bush up in the Northern Territories. Jacko tracked us down, then Ron offered us housing and jobs if we came here. I'm the printer at the newspaper. Les is a foreman for the Dawson's building company and Tom looks after the town's parks. There's a half dozen of us and we're all doing okay now, thanks to Jacko and Ron."

"Holy hell. That's a story that should be written about."

"Nah, Jacko wouldn't allow it. But you can see why the town looks up to them. Jacko keeps the young fellas in the town in line. He's fair, will give them a warning if they misbehave, but watch out if they cross it. It means we don't have any issues that a lot of places have. If people don't like it, they can piss off. If anyone falls on hard times, the Dawsons will always help out where they can. That's what Wendy Dawson does."

"I can see why people hold them in high esteem. Thanks Bill, that's an eye opener. I promised myself an early night, better make tracks."

I left half the money on the table. "Please guys...my shout. My old man would kick my arse if I took all this... just don't tell the Sargeant."

They laughed, more handshakes and I was out of there.

For once the following morning, I had a bit of a sleep-in. No nocturnal visitors and although I woke at day break, managed to doze off again. A vacuum cleaner woke me around eight, the cleaners at it after Friday night. I'd missed a few nice waves that morning which pissed me off a bit, but every so often when your body tells you, sleep is a good way of clearing both mind and body. The bruise and my hip were still giving me a bit of grief. So much had been going on in the last couple of days that I welcomed the extra few hours.

Dawn had shown me where the hospital was the night before and I arrived there shaved, showered and in my best shirt and shorts bang on 10.

The smiling receptionist informed me where to go. It was a room at the end of a corridor towards the back of the hospital. Not your typical ward and a sign above the entrance said 'Dawson Ward'. I was learning fast that the 'Dawson' name was synonymous with most aspects of this town.

I knocked on the door and a few seconds later it was jerked open.

"What the bloody hell do you want?"

I took a step back. The guy confronting me was big. As tall as me but broad. I guess in his late fifties with just a bit of grey in his sandy colored hair. He was what my mum would call a handsome man.

"Ron don't be a prick." it was Wendy's voice coming from the room.

The scowl turned into a wide smile. "Gidday Tim. Pleased to meet you mate." As I took his extended hand, he pulled me in to a hug. The last thing I was expecting. It was a bit awkward.

"Look I got to go, but we'll be catching up later. We want to thank you and your mate, but once Wendy is out of here."

"Ron, can you ask Tim to wait outside a few minutes... I'm not quite ready?"

Ron raised his eyebrows and cocked his head back towards the room.

"Yes, my darling."

It was a good ten minutes later that the door opened again. A smiling attractive woman in a business type pants suit put out her hand to shake mine. She was quite tall with long black hair tied in a pony tail.

"Hi Tim, I'm Rebecca, Wendy's secretary... please come in."

The first thing that struck me was the blaze of color and smell. There were literally dozens of bunches of flowers and 'get well' balloons around the walls of the room in the middle of which, sitting up in her bed was Wendy, grinning like the proverbial. She wore a bathrobe and a baseball cap under which I could see a bit of bandage. Shit she was a beautiful woman.

"Okay... if there's nothing else, I'll be off Mrs. D."

"Thanks Becca... see you in the morning. Can you put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door?"

"Bye Tim and thank you." Rebecca gave me the loveliest of smiles as she left.

"I thought those signs were for hotels and motels Wendy."

"Oh, my goodness... guess I forgot where I was. Oh Tim... please come over here so I can look at you."

I stood next to Wendy smiling. It was so good to see her looking a damn sight better than the last time I did. I actually felt a bit emotional about it. Wendy just kept staring at me.

"Don't mean to stare Tim, but I woke up after dreaming about those eyes and have thought about them ever since. I just want to make sure they are real... and they are. Please Tim, come and sit. Wendy patted the edge of the bed and as I sat, she took my hand between hers. "I don't know how to thank you... I'm lost for words."

"Honestly Wendy... you sitting there talking to me is all the thanks I need. I hope you realize I carry a bit of guilt about what happened."

"How's that?"

"I'm guessing you wandered out onto the rocks to watch me surfing. If I hadn't been there, then you probably wouldn't have either. When I saw you standing on the rocks, I should have warned you to move up somewhere safer, but I wasn't thinking. I guess I was flattered that you came to watch me."

"Oh Tim... that's rubbish. I swim every day I can. I know the ocean probably as well as you do. I should have known better than to stand where I did. I'm a big girl Tim and used to looking after myself, I just wasn't thinking or paying attention. Don't you dare try and blame yourself, and besides, I'm fine now and also a bit wiser. Now tell me... what have you been up to the last couple of days?"

The way Wendy asked the question rang a few little alarm bells. I'd have to be careful how I replied not knowing just what she already knew. "I've got to admit Wendy it's been interesting, where do you want me to start? A hell of a lot has gone on."

"Tim, I'm bored as hell. You could start by telling me how you rescued me and what happened after that. I don't remember a thing... nothing before waking up in hospital. I've heard so many different versions of what went down, that I'd like to hear it from you. Then perhaps you could tell me what you've been doing since then."

'Oh hell', I thought to myself. "Okay, but I just want to make one thing clear. We wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation if it wasn't for Jono."

I once again ran through the events of the rescue, just sticking to the facts as I had with the cops and in the newspaper interview. At the end of it, Wendy's eyes were a bit watery, she had been squeezing my hand and we sat for a while quietly.

"Thank you, Tim. Now I know." She smiled up at me. "Okay... perhaps now you can tell me how Fiona managed to get you to change your mind, what you did to Linda because she won't shut up about you and have you got into Dawn's pants yet?" Wendy was grinning at me.

"Christ Wendy. Is there anything you don't know?"

"No," she laughed. "For starters, the Editor made Fiona run the article past Ron before he would allow it to be published. She said you were reluctant but managed to get you to change your mind. Linda and I have been best buddies since kindergarten and there is nothing we don't share. I mean 'nothing'. I gave her my club key... I guess it was a way of saying thanks. She said she has never experienced anything quite like what you did to her and believe me we have had our share of lovers. As for Dawn... she needs a lover whose got a cock to straighten her out."

"Shit Wendy, this is unbelievable. I'm not going to tell you about all that. A guy has to have a bit of modesty."

"Tim... I'm sitting in this bed bored out of my skull. I'm not allowed out of here till tomorrow according to the Doctor... and Ron... bless him. I'm randy as hell after hearing what you got up to and I'd appreciate all the dirty sordid details please. Look... I'm told you can't wait to get out of Dodge. What's the harm in indulging me. I know you're not going to go blabbing... you're not the sort."

"You're asking me what the harm is. For starters I don't think Ron or Peter would appreciate it, let alone Dawn. Peter has already told me he knows what happened between Linda and me. I know how much influence you guys have around here and the last thing I need is Jacko the cop on my arse because I've pissed you all off."