The Pharmacist's Son: June 6th, 1944


By

PlanetDweller


mf, teen, menarche, surprise, pet, petting, sex education, caution, 
WWII era




"Hi June-Bug, what's up?"

"Bobby Ray, you gotta help, you just gotta help me, I'm in trouble, 
deep trouble!" my best friend since second grade if she was a girl 
almost cried as she almost ran towards the pharmacy counter in the 
back of the store that was my domain for the next couple of days, my 
mother having had to go to Granny G's in upstate New York to take 
care of her Granny G having apparently had another stroke and dear 
old dad being called up to his Coast Guard Reserve unit a couple of 
weeks ago despite his pull and connections.

"Slow down, June-y, slow down, tell me what's happened" I coming 
out from behind the counter as my lone previous customer in our 
pharmacy near Baltimore's main port complex made his way outside, 
his WP (whore's penicillin, for treating "the clap") prescription in-hand.

"Bobby Ray, I'm scared, I'm just so scared, help me!"

	I didn't know what to think. She couldn't have been pregnant, 
not at thirteen, same age as I was. Well, she could have been 
pregnant, could have been, though unlikely. Being the son of a 
pharmacist working in his dad and mom's drug dispensary all his life 
means you know more of the world and people than most guys my 
same age, especially when your mom and dad think they're doing you 
a favor by sitting down with you once a year since you were seven or 
eight and going over page-for-page, word-for-word with you with an 
explicit sex and marriage manual, one with lots of photos and 
drawings. Yeah, right. Yuck is right.

"Slow down, June, tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't 
tell me what's wrong."

"Bobby Ray, I just started bleeding, you know, 'down there' and it 
won't stop, it just won't stop. Can you take me to the hospital? 
Where's you mom and dad, can they take me?"

	Couldn't help but smile when after a minute or two of actually 
considering calling a cab to take her uptown to Johns Hopkins 
Emergency Clinic that it hit me what was "wrong" with her. Couldn't 
help but smile.

"Mom had to go back to New York 'cause Granny G had another stroke 
and dad was called up to his Coastie unit a couple of weeks ago."

"Damn!" she grabbing her stomach area and almost doubling over as 
Mrs. Thomasin, an old and frequent customer opened the front door 
and came in to pick up her weekly tincture of mercuric cloride cream 
and prescription for her Halodal tranquilizers.

"Go back to dad's office and let me take care of Mrs. Thomasin and I'll 
be right there but don't panic, you'll be fine, you are fine, I'll explain 
later" she shooting a puzzled and disbelieving look.


	Two Merchant Marine sailors came in looking for under-the-
counter penicillin prescriptions. I told them that with the war and all 
that penicillin was almost impossible to get and without a doctor's 
prescription it was illegal to give it to them, like they didn't know that. 
It wasn't much of a fib. We were out of penicillin pills and wouldn't get 
any more for two more months and only had four vials of aqueous 
penicillin left in the Frigidaire which was meant for doctors' use only.

"You here by yourself, kid?"

	Not good. Two burly sailors and me, a thirteen year old boy, 
alone in the store except for June-Bug waiting for me in dad's office. 
Of course, a customer could walk in any minute and they didn't seem 
threatening, just irritated.

"Maybe. Yeah, I am, but my dad who owns this place will be back 
shortly."

"Wanna make twenty the easy way, kid?"

"And another twenty from me too, kid?" the more pleasant one asked.

"Well, maybe, depends on what I have to do."

	Yeah, they got my attention. Sailors or not, they didn't look like 
the type that would be looking for guy-sucks from a young kid like 
myself. When you're raised in a port town close the actual port, you 
learn all sorts of adult stuff when you're a kid. You keep your guard up 
and don't be pushed around. But you also learn to hear people out.

"Look, we're getting ready to make a run to Liverpool and there's a 
good chance we'll buy the cold water farm from a sub attack before we 
get there. We both picked up the clap from the same whore a couple 
of weeks ago down in Jacksonville but we want to be clean for some 
new whores if we do make it to Liverpool. I got a twenty if you got 
some penni-pills or a shot" he flashing a worn but legal Jackson at me.

"And I got a gold eagle, a genuine twenty dollar gold piece for you if 
you got some for me, too, kid" he holding up the first twenty dollar 
gold piece I had ever seen.

"You got yourselves a cure, gentleman, if you don't mind me giving 
you the shots myself, I don't have any penicillin pills left."

"We don't care, kid."

	Ten minutes later I had given the first injections I had ever given 
a fellow human being and was forty dollars richer and couldn't help but 
smile at myself. 

Dad would be proud. No, dad would be angry. I had used way 
too much serum in the shots I'm sure, 'hope I didn't hurt those guys, 
and basically ruined a near-impossible-to-obtain vial of penicillin for 
my own greed, couldn't sell that one as new. Well, maybe I could, add 
some sterile water later, 'hope the doctor who would buy it wouldn't 
notice the three fine needle punctures on the top rubber plug. 

Damn, June-Y! I had completely forgotten about her in my fog of 
temporary greed.


"Bobby Ray, where have you been, I've been sitting here bleeding to 
death and go off an leave me" her irritation with me matched only by 
her unfounded fear that she was indeed slowly bleeding to death.

	I do wish my mom was here. She could explain things better 
than me for sure. I wish her mom was here to explain things to her 
but she had died when June-Bug was only eight and her dad, well, her 
dad was her dad and I knew he had been working double and even 
triple shifts at the shipyard for some months now, being too crippled to 
serve in the armed services but not too crippled to wire up electrical 
and instrumentation systems for the liberty and other ships that were 
being cranked out of the shipyard on an almost daily basis. He wasn't 
exactly the kind of dad to sit down with his young daughter and 
explain "the facts of life" to her in any case and I knew that.

	But my mom wasn't here and neither was hers and dad, well, 
dad was on a Coastie cruiser somewhere out patrolling and definitely 
wasn't here. At least I knew the basics.

"First we gotta get you cleaned up" her blood now having soaked 
through her dress and leaving a small stain on the leather upholstered 
other chair that sat across dad's desk in his office "and then you and I 
will have a talk but relax, you're not bleeding to death" my arm around 
her trying to comfort her as best I could.

	She looked at me like still couldn't, didn't quite believe me but 
then smiled at me.

"You sure?"

"None of your girlfriends at school have got their periods yet?" we now 
sitting down on the leather couch at the far side of the room, she 
bundling the hem of her blood-stained-dress up a bit underneath her 
butt to catch more of the flow.

"Uh, no, I guess not, what's a period? And how can you be sure I'm 
not going to bleed to death?"

	Hhhmmm.  Time for "the manual". I knew dad kept some for 
sale back in the store room for the occasional special customer, "Dr. 
Jones Discusses Marriage & Male & Female Sexuality", the one I've 
been routinely annually bored to death with since I was younger 
during mom and dad's "talks" with me.

"Let me go flip the sign out from to 'back to lunch in one hour' and get 
some supplies and I'll be right back, you just stay here and stay calm, 
okay?" my lips kissing her on her forehead as I got up from the couch.

	

	A box of Kotex, a sanitary belt in "small" waist size, some towels 
and washcloths from the small housewares section up front, a bottle of 
Mrs. Grimwald's Witch Hazel solution, a copy of "the manual", a pan of 
water from the drug prep area in the back, and a couple of condoms in 
my pocket just in case. Well, a guy can hope, can't he?


"First thing we need to do is get you out of these clothes, they're too 
bloody, c'mon, out of them, now, June-Eee" my orders barked as I put 
the supplies down on dad's desk.

"But, but you'll see me naked then! You'll see my boobies and my 
teeny-wee!" she protested as she curled up a little more on the couch, 
still clothed in her bloody swaddling dress.

"Look, I've been helping dad out here since I was eight, you know 
that, I've seen lots of naked women since I was a kid, you know 
pharmacists do all the time" I deadpanned in reply, never having told 
a more whopper of lie nor a better one before or since, never having 
seen a live naked girl before of course except in my wildest of wet 
dreams but she was even more of a kid than me and bought it hook, 
line and sinker, slowly disrobing.

"What will I do for clean clothes? My dress is ruined, just ruined. I 
can't go home with blood all over the back" she sighing deeply as she 
now stood before in her white cotton panties and training bra, her 
panties crimson almost totally from the blood soaking up as well as 
down.

"C'mon, off with those soaked panties and bra too while you're at it."

"Why do I need to take off my bra? It's not got blood on it."

	Good point! Women, even girls can be so logical at times.

"Because I'm going to use one of dad's manuals to teach you about 
sex, about periods, about your body and you need to be naked for me 
to do that."

"Well, okay" she cutting her eyes at me like even she didn't believe 
that one "but no funny stuff, your word, promise me on your life, 
Bobby Ray Inman."

"My word June-Eee, now, out of that bra and panty, please."

	Jingle-jingle, tinkle-tinkle. Damn front door. Must have forgot to 
lock it and someone walked in despite the gone-to-lunch sign. Yep, it 
was old Mr. Stamey from the neighborhood, coming by to pick up his 
hemorrhoid cream I forgot to deliver yesterday, something I always 
did on time because he always tipped me a quarter but having to run 
the store with both dad and mom gone and all the while pretend that 
they'd be right back and fill prescriptions just like dad had taught me 
and run the store and well, damn, I can't remember to do everything 
but he wasn't mad, just wanted his needed tail-cr�me. He smiled as I 
whipped him up a batch and still tipped me my usual quarter-buck, I 
giving him another week's supply for free to apologize for any 
inconvenience I had accidentally put him through, telling him the truth 
about dad being called up and mom having to go upstate and he 
understanding. 

I had a live, nearly-naked girl back in dad's office just waiting for 
me to feel her up and I tried to get him to leave but had to listen to 
some of the same old stories about him serving in France in Doubya-
Doubya-One that I normally smiled and listened to for the umpteenth 
time when I delivered his medicine to his house because he was a nice 
old man but durn it, June-Eee in the flesh was waiting for me. He 
somehow managed to kill an hour before leaving, two more customers 
coming in and leaving during that time despite the out to lunch sign, 
they seeing him talking with me inside and coming on in, durn them.

	When I got back to dad's office June-Bug was now completely 
naked and sitting in dad's chair and shoot, not even I dare sit in his 
chair, a couple of clean towels under her butt to catch her flow, her 
head buried in "the manual" and not hearing me come in at first.

"Is this all there is, Bobby? Why didn't you tell me? This men-stroo-a-
shun stuff is nothing, no big deal. Why didn't you tell me?" her face 
shooting me a look between puzzlement and something else, I'm not 
sure what exactly.

"Well, I was going to, but Mr. Stamey came on in despite the gone-to-
lunch sign and I didn't have a chance to, and . . . " the tenor of 
frustration in my voice rising as I knew with each passing second my 
chance to cop some feels at least and maybe more, the condoms in 
my pocket still yelling their names out to me, were riding off into the 
sunset.

"And you were very sweet getting me all this stuff. Bobby Ray, it's 
okay. C'mon, you can still help me. I don't mind if you get a feel or 
two, it's okay."

"You sure?" my pecker now becoming closer to peckerwood in my 
pants which I'm sure she noticed.

"Yeah, it's okay. I've cleaned myself up while you were out. Want to 
see?"

"Yeah!" I couldn't help but vocally-fart out, she spreading her legs for 
me as she sat naked in dad's chair, allowing me to get on my knees in 
front of her so I could her pussy, a tiny of trickle of blood running 
down the bottom of her slit to her hinny-crack.

"Like? Want to touch it?"

"Uh, yeah! You don't mind, June-Eee, you sure?"

"No, Bobby, I don't mind, touch it, it's okay" my fingers playing with 
her lips some, one then two fingers working their way inside her which 
produced a pleasant moan from her, the odor of her young 
womanhood in full bloom being produced from deep inside her as my 
fingers opened up her secret sanctum.

"Like? Hurt?"

"Yes, I mean, no, yes, I like, no, it's doesn't hurt, push them in 
deeper, please."

"What about your hymen? Aren't you worried about not being a 
virgin?"

	Where the fuck did that come from? I hadn't even bothered to 
look for her hymen after knelling before her temple of new 
womanhood, let alone think about it. Looking as best I could while 
frigging her a little, it wasn't there, not that I recognized at least.

"No, silly, a virgin is a virgin as long as she doesn't take a penis into 
her vagina according to the manual and I'm not going to take a penis 
into my vagina until I'm married, silly" she leaning her head back while 
my fingers slipped in and out her, my hand now pink then almost red 
with her new blood.

"Well, okay" Where was a minister to marry you on the spot when you 
needed one?

"Touch my clit-hour-ess, please, Bobby."

	What was I, her servant? Well, yeah, right then at that moment 
I was, if I wanted to have any chance of getting a home run with her. 
All things considered, hitting a triple, going right to third base wasn't a 
bad at-bat, not at all.


"I want" I somehow coughed out as my fingers lightly rubbed her clit, 
her own blood providing sweet-smelling lubrication.

"What do you want, Bobby?" she smiling, no, grinning down at me, 
naked, sitting in dad's chair still, he'd kill me if he ever found out.

"I want to, I want to have inner-course with you, June-Buggy."

"You mean inter-course, not inner-course. I told you I was going to 
wait until I'm married for that. But I'll touch you some, touch your 
penis some if you'd like."

"Uh, yeah, I'd like", well, duh?

"Help me figure out this belt-thing and Kotex-thing and then we can 
play some more, okay?"

	

	We laughed like two children playing in a new sandbox full of 
wondrous new things discovered like we did when we both were little 
and she moved in across the street from us, my mom becoming 
friends with her mom before her mom died, we two going to school 
together during the day and playing at nearby Griffith Park after school 
and on weekends as our moms were moms and stayed near us.

	It took us some doing to figure the geometry of her belted pad 
out, how to work the belt hooks with the extended tab-ends of the pad 
to where it was center more or less underneath her pussy, she letting 
me cop all the feels I wanted of both her pussy and of her breasts, she 
kissing me a few times as my hands roamed over my first real pair of 
breasts and touched my first real pussy if it was bleeding some a little, 
I couldn't have cared less.

"Dad'll be home at ten tonight. If I give you my house key, can you go 
get me a clean dress and some clean underwear, clean panties?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Want me to touch you, Bobby, like I promised I would?"

"Yeah."

	I stood in front of her as she sat on the couch, her body as 
virginally naked as a newly-born which in many ways she was, her 
breasts heaving with her deep breaths as her hands cupped my pecker 
and stroked it, the odor from her bleeding twat and the sight of her 
sanitary belt and pad below me just sending me, well, just sending 
me, my sperm soon leaking into her hand then squirting onto her face, 
she not minding at all, giggling as she wiped it off her face and wiped 
it back on my clean pants, yeah, like I cared.

"Thanks, June-Eee, that was nice."

"Yeah, it was. Like?" she grinning, beaming at me.

"Yeah, like. Can we do it again?"

"Maybe later, another day, we'll see. I've just become a woman today 
and my best friend in the whole world helped me and he couldn't have 
been more of a gentleman about things. Thanks, my best friend" she 
rising from the couch to hug me, my cock-eee-cock also rising again 
as we just hugged and lightly kissed each other for a couple of 
minutes.

"I know it has to be after five. I need to go flip the 'closed' sign on and 
do the register real quick and make sure everything's locked up. 
Gimme your house key and I'll run get you a clean dress. Oh, I've 
heard dad say that hydrogen peroxide and water along with Octagon 
soap will take period blood out of almost any fabric, I've got lots of it 
here, I'll give you some to take home so you can try to save that 
dress."

"Thanks, Bobby Ray, you are my true friend" she kissing me firmly on 
the lips while teasingly grabbing my cock which was now half-hard-
plus sticking through my trouser's fly still.

"And you're mine, June-Bug. Let me run, I'll be right back."


	June put on her clean dress fetched from home in the privacy of 
dad's office, putting her old bloody one into the shopping bag I had 
brought the clean one in, putting the old messy towels and washcloths 
in with her stained dress along with her sanitary supplies and the 
couple of bottles of hydrogen peroxide I had given her, and then came 
out to the worktable behind the actual pharmacy counter where I was 
busy whipping up some easy-to-prepare prescriptions that were due to 
be picked up tomorrow and that were simple enough that dad trusted 
me to make correctly.

	Then, the click of a key hitting the front door lock and the sight 
of mom standing there, slightly angry with me but more worried than 
anything. Damn, she was back before she even left good, left 
yesterday and she was already back, damn. Well, at least she hadn't 
arrived back an hour or two earlier, thank God for small favors at 
least. 

"Young man, young man!" she scolded "you know you're supposed to 
lock the shop up precisely at five and go straight home, you're in 
trouble now!"

"But mom!"

"But mom nothing young man!" she wagging her finger at me as I 
came out from behind the counter and June followed me.'

"Hello June, tell your father we said 'hello', excuse us now, we have to 
go home."

"Mrs. Hobbs, the reason that Bobby's here is my fault, my dad burned 
his hand really bad while doing some welding down at the yard and 
you know how tight our money's been and Bobby here was just 
whipping some burn cr�me up for him, weren't you Bobby?"

	Mom could see right through that. She knew June-Eee was lying, 
that we were lying. She also noticed the shopping bag full of stuff, 
June's old dress at the top of it but fortunately not a side that had a 
blood stain showing, at June's side but didn't comment on it. She 
relaxed, smile a little, and let things slide, lucky for us.

"Is that true, young man? Well, that was very nice of you to do, you're 
to be complimented. We did raise a nice young man, didn't we, June?" 
she turning to leave as we followed her out of the cool of the shop into 
the stickiness of the dank Baltimore Harbor's evening air.


"Yes, you certainly did Mrs. Hobbs, which is why he and I have been 
best friends since second grade and will be best pals forever" she 
putting her arm around my waist innocently and I putting my arm 
around her shoulder in turn and mom's waist also me being between 
my two favorite women in the world as we all walked down the 
sidewalk to home, our homes, and our futures to come.




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