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MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT - One Primate's Search for Intelligent Life

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Winter of 1968

Carlita and Coccoa

My first actual experience with sex was with a ninth grader, a very sexually mature fourteen or fifteen year old beautiful Cuban girl. Her parents had escaped from Cuba before Castro took over Batista's government. Carlita spoke fluent Spanish; her accent was very strong, her voice sounded musical. Her exotic beauty enthralled me.

I couldn’t keep myself from staring at her and to my embarrassment she and her friends often caught me staring. They would giggle, whisper amongst themselves… no doubt finding it amusing that they had such an affect on a mere boy.

On occasion a few of these girls would flirt, grab my cheek and say, “Ooohh, look how cute!” “Hey cutie, do you have a girlfriend?” “Have you ever been with a girl?”

Other times one of them would say, “You know what I would do to you if I ever got you alone?”

Most of the time, I would be so embarrassed, my face would burn, and sometimes I’d get so angry, because I felt that they were making fun of me.

I often tried to hide my embarrassment and nervousness, by screaming, “Shut up! Or “Get away from me!” Of course, I used to often dream of what it would be like to be alone with them.

A few times, one or another of Carlita’s friends would tease and crone, “Your sooo cute, you come home with me and I’ll teach you things.”

As you can imagine, this group of girls were very popular and as well as beautiful. For this group of girls, there was always a turnstile of boyfriends -- many of whom were older guys from the Senior High School.

Regardless of my youth and my newly developing and distracting sex drive, I somehow managed to still have financial ambitions. I took every opportunity to make money by doing yard work throughout my new neighborhood.

I was locating jobs as far as I could walk in every direction. By accident, this is how I found out where Carlita lived. There after, I found every reason to go into her neighborhood as often as I could. I would go hang out at the deli closest to her house because I noticed that she often went to the deli to hang out with her friends.

I was very assertive about getting as many jobs from her neighbors as possible. I'd see her almost everyday, whether it was at school or in her neighborhood. I think nowadays they would call that stalking.

I few times she was with her friends from school and they would tease her and say, “Hey Carlita, I think he has a crush on you!”

I felt embarrassed that they could see through me so easily. It was during the winter that one day, I was shoveling snow next door to Carlita’s house. Carlita came out to offer me some hot cocoa. She was very nice and I took the cocoa.

My hands shook, from my nervousness, my lower lip quivered. I cursed my un-coolness. When I got done with my job and I was straggling about. Carlita called over to me, and asked me if I would like to come over to her house and have some more cocoa and a chance to warm up.

My First Time

Carlita was very nice. Her accent and the sexy soft lilt of her voice were extremely attractive. Hell it was down right arousing! She took me to the kitchen and served me some more cocoa and some for herself.

She instructed me to take off my jacket, and boots, and socks so she could dry them off in the laundry room. She showed me around the house, and her parents place looked neat, and well cared for. The furniture looked faded, worn, but clean. It looked like they took pride in keeping their place orderly and homey.

Sprinkled throughout the house were pictures of her and her family. She pointed out pictures of her father and mother. Her mother looked small, spare, and plain. Her father looked like a huge bear of a man with stern looking eyes.

She told me that her parents had left Cuba before the Bay of Pigs. At the time, I had no idea what the hell the Bay of Pigs was. She told me that her father worked at a steel mill and taught Judo at the Y.M.C.A. in Norristown.

I asked where her parents were, and she told me that they were visiting some relatives for a few days in Levittown. I was glad, because I would have been too afraid to meet her father.

I was extremely nervous as I wandered through her living room. Fearful of looking at her directly, I looked this way and that, throughout the house. My heart was hammering, my legs a little unstable and my penis tingling and moving, all just because I wanted to hold her hand and kiss her. I felt like a silly child with a woman. I was confused as to why my body was responding with excitement and fear.

She invited me into her room. She said she wanted to play some records while we both sipped our cocoa. When she took me to her room, I felt no more nervous being there with her than any other part of the house. Why should I?

Carlita’s put on some Cuban music, which sounded to me festive and zesty.

She started to dance to the music, her beautiful body undulating, moving with primal grace as she moved with the driving beat of the drums. She came over to me and grabbed my hands, inviting me to dance with her. A thrill ran through my body, and my lower lip was trembling and twitching with increased frequency. My attempt to dancing with her was laughable. The muscles of my body were even more spastic and erratic than the twitching muscles of my face.

My clumsiness did not seem to bother her, she only laughed gaily at my efforts.

We went through two more – fast beat Latin songs, and then a slow song came on. Carlita smiled and in her sexy voice, she softly invited me to slow dance with her. She slowly guided my body in close to her, taking my one hand in her hand and encircled my body with her other arm and encouraged me to follow suit. I struggled to keep my trembling lips and legs under control as I tried to follow her steps.

I was painfully aware of the curves of her body, the fullness of her breasts pressing against my chest. I was self-consciousness that she was at least three inches taller than me. Her body felt warm, taut. I felt heat radiating from the front area of her hips, my member starting straining uncomfortably against my pants.

Carlita took the slow dance to another level and insinuated one muscular thigh between both of my legs, her other leg rubbed the outer portion of one of my thighs.

She started grinding against me and my cock felt like it was going to plump and split open like a “Ball Park Frank.”

Carlita noticed my unspoken interest and squealed, “You have an erection!”

Hot with embarrassment, I was stuttering, stammering and stumbling my apologies.

I had no idea why I should apologize for my member’s errant behavior, but apologize I did.

She giggled and then held me closer. She started to give me little kisses on my neck, causing an intense thrill to race through every synapse in my body. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but I was much too nervous, and contented instead to shake all over as I pressed harder against her.

Carleta started to kiss my mouth until she noticed that I acted ambiguous.

She whispered, “You never kissed a girl before?”

Embarrassed and unable to keep eye contact I mumbled that I had never.

“Have you ever made love to a girl before?”

I had to admit that I did not know what she meant.

“Would you like if I show you how to kiss a girl?”

My heart was hammering harder and as terrified as I was, I managed to squeak out that I was eager to learn.

Not surprising, since all I have been doing for the past several months in the privacy of my room as I masturbated as I fantasize about kissing Toni, Gracie, and Carlita, and the women on the pages of my mother’s magazines. Now I was experiencing my dream come true, dancing and being kissed by one of my fantasy girls. Although in my fantasies, the girls had never done anything more than hug and kiss me. Not that this kept me from yanking on my own wanker.

I simply had no references to go by.

I was in a fog. She asked again, “Would you like me to show you?”

Nervous, I agreed to be tutored. She started to kiss me, gentle at first. Her lips were luscious. I was a little clumsy and she told me to try and be a little more gentle, to take my time. Then she showed me what French kissing was. That was really exciting!

My breathing was becoming harsher, ragged, my hammering heart threatened to break free of my ribcage. She slid her hands underneath my shirt to stroke and caress my skin.

The effect was electrifying.

She started to tug my shirt up, “Let me see your chest.”

I was obedient, and allowed her to strip my shirt off me.

“You are very muscular”, she murmured, as her fingers scratched my chest and stomach.

Her scratching caused my muscles to quiver vigorously, just like a horse trying to rid itself of flies.

She grabbed my shaking hands and put them on her breasts. “I liked being touched there”, She whispered, her large eyes were dark and liquid. I almost had a seizure.

She kissed me some more, on the lips, the cheeks and then she nuzzled, kissed, licked and started sucking on my neck. The blood in my head started to sing. A deafening buzzing noise erupted in my ears!

She instructed me to do the same to her neck. I fought to keep in control as I eagerly complied. The taste of her melanin rich skin was intoxicating. She moved my head and placed my face on the upper part of her cleavage that was proudly displayed above her dress line. I instinctually started to nuzzle and root her heavenly cleavage like a greedy piglet at his mother’s teat.

Carlita pushed me away from her gently. I was confused as to why.

Then she shimmied out of her dress, presenting herself in only a bra and panties.

An electric rush radiated outward from my groin and stomach, a lump of anxiety swelling in my throat. She came over and started kissing me again. As she grinded her body against me, her stomach felt soft and hot. She started to rub my erection through the material of my pants. I nearly fainted. It was then that I learned that as good as it feels to rub yourself with your own hands…the hands of another touching your wanker is truly heaven.

She unzipped my zipper so she could reach in. Not satisfied, she undid the button of my tight pants made tighter by my “plumped up twin.” She grabbed it as if it was supple branch and stroked me several times. My teeth snapped together convulsively.

She then pulled my pants and underwear completely off my body. Stood up and shucked off her bra and panties. Her body was beautiful, Her breast full, taut, her nipples very dark and prominent. She had a very think thatch of glossy black pubic hair.

The last time I remembered seeing a naked woman was when I was five and my mother in a rush for time had my siblings and I with her in the bathtub.

She was dressed in nothing but extraordinary beauty and experience, and I was wearing nothing but youth and virtue. My member was beating in tandem with my heart, practically slapping my belly each time it pumped. It was as if I had two hearts.

I felt wicked and sinful.

She came over and put her arms around my neck and kissed me again, more passionate, more demanding. The world seemed surreal. She walked backwards towards her bed bringing me along with her, until we lay entwined together in her bed. I felt afraid, clumsy, and strangely exhilarated as she pulls me half way on top of her as she kissed me.

Her hand took one of my hands and moved it down to the area where girls go to the bathroom. She held it there and with her hand moved it back and forth over the area that up until then I had know only as a girl’s pee-pee hole. I was alarmed by she placed my hand there and more than a little shock by the heat and wetness I felt spilling forth from her hairy pee-pee hole. As I continued to kiss Carlita, a part of me felt that that it was wrong and somehow sinful to have my hand touching her there – and just a little bit dirty. I was about to jerk my hand away, but the sound of her whimpering and moaning distracted me and I looked instead at her face.

Her full lips parted, teeth bare, her eyes luminous with pleasure, burning with need, as her Latin voice became husky, “Oohh, I really like that”, she moaned, while gripping my hand with emphasis as she moved it to rub her between the folds of her Pee-pee the way she liked as she twitched and convulsed one way and then another. Evidently, for her also, another person’s hand felt better than her own.

It was her admission of pleasure and apparent raw animal need that kept me from jerking my hand away from the sinful part of her. It was what she wanted… demanded.

My child’s mind felt fascination and filled with power at how she was responding.

I suppose because in my own novice way, I was bringing her pleasure; or at least she was making me bring her pleasure. Still, the feeling was powerful, intoxicating.

I no longer had to lick her mahogany skin to taste her muskiness, now the air around her tasted heavy with her sweetness. Suddenly, Carlita urgently pulled me to a position that had me more completely on top of her body, her legs felt like electric silk now wrapped around my hips. She was now grinding her hot, slick pubic area against my throbbing penis, so hot, the head of my cock felt like a red-hot ember.

Carlita’s hips grinding and undulated with greater frequency and I felt her hand reaching around and grab my cock deftly guiding me into her. What I had thought as her Pee-pee had become a hot wet welcoming vortex of pleasure.

The pleasure that I felt was sudden, unexpected, and beyond anything I could have previously imagined.

Instinctually I began to thrust into her deeply, spasmodically, as she let out a high-keening wail that startled me, fearing that I had hurt her.

Seeing that I mistook her cry for pain, she quickly brushed aside my concerns and coaxed me to drive faster and deeper. I mindlessly resumed the task of pleasure. Now I felt waves of pleasure cascading throughout every circuit of my body as I took delight of having as much of my skin against as much of hers. A jolt of intense energy starting from the area between my balls and my ass accelerate up my spine, and as this was happening, I noticed that she was looking up at me with atavistic force, her body bucking and grinding savagely while her high keening wail came back in force, and in the distant part of my mind I realized that I was also screaming in pleasure as I fell into fits of spasms while my orgasm exploded like rockets red glare, my semen ejaculating forcibly from my testicles seemed endless, unquenchable. The energy zipping up my spine increased in force and exploding white light seemed to burn in the interior of my skull, as the world around me seemed to shred and then disappear into a blue-black oblivion. Blacking out into sweet death.

I came back to the world. How much time had elapsed since I blacked out, I don’t know. As I lay there with my eyes still closed, my flesh still merged with Carlita and the urgency of hardness had subsided somewhat as my cock and body twitched on it’s own violation. The blue-blackness in the interior of my head started to ebb and colors started to lap at the corners of my interior sight. The colors washed over me, and then receded.

As we lay there entwined in each other limbs I felt a sweeping sense of liberation. I would never be the same again.