Everyone having sex is over eighteen.
The kids were upset. We were getting a divorce. They blamed me. My name is Benton, Jack Benton.
I met Chiquita in a pick-up bar. She was out clubbing with her friends. I was acting as wingman for a friend. Yes, we were looking to get laid. I took her to Denny's for after the bar closed breakfast. From there it was a short walk to my room. She was five years younger than me, just starting her third year of college. We ended up talking until sunrise and then I dropped her off at her dorm. No sex.
Chiquita had thick dark brown hair and eyes so dark they seemed like black pools. Full lips a beautiful café au lait complexion. Her bountiful breasts seemed to always be on the verge of escape. Her wide hips were designed for childbearing. She was always surrounded by a flock of admirers. My grandmother called her a sexpot and told me that she was too much woman for me.
In high school and college, I went out for track. I was a long-distance runner. A skinny kid with a lot of endurance. I still ran a lot, but I was including a weight circuit in my routine. Working on the guns.
Whenever I was in town for work, I would try to meet up with Chiquita. Unless she had a major test or unbreakable plans she could not get out of, she would go out of her way to meet me. I had two things going for me according to her, maturity and endurance. I was only five years older than her but she was impressed with the difference between me and her peers. They had daddy's money. I had my own money. They were living in the ivory tower. I was working in the real world. When they flirted with her, they were trying to impress their friends. I was only trying to impress her.
The endurance thing was probably not as impressive as she thought. I was prepared to screw her brains out the night we met and she would probably have let me, but by the time the sun was rising she was practically nodding off. I wanted her fresh and lively. The second date, I was between flights and only had a couple hours. We ended up driving to Der Wienerschnitzel because she wanted a corn dog. It was fun. The third date I was in town for four days. I had met briefly with the client on Friday and would do my presentation on Monday. I took her to a nice early dinner, a place with tablecloths and cloth napkins. Chiquita had a project to post before midnight and I got her back to her dorm room before six. We did a little heavy petting, but I told her school came first. I somehow, I managed to keep the three-date rule.
Early Saturday morning, she knocked on my hotel room door carting fresh doughnuts, coffee and an overnight bag with her. The doughnuts kept our energy up. The coffee was even good cold.
When I was in college women had the bare pube look. Most emulated Barbie, a few had a tiny landing strip. Chiquita had a wild untamed bush of dark hair that covered and concealed her pussy. I had never been with a woman who had so much hair there. I loved running my fingers through it.
I mentioned before that she had a natural tan. I learned it was a lot darker where the sun hit it. Most of the women I had dated did not tan at all or tanned everywhere. When she took off her bra her back and shoulders blended in because she must have moved the straps. Her bountiful boobs were another story. She had large puffy chocolate nipples that stood out against her pale skin. I could easily see where her swimsuit top had covered her. It was like the area had been highlighted. When her panties came off her modest bathing suit bottom had left immodest tan lines. It was like negative panties spotlighting her naked ass and how I liked to play with that ass.
The front went from coffee and cream, to cream, to a rich thick chocolate frosting of pubic hair. Her pubic hair covered an area larger than most women's swim trunks. The college kids teased her calling it untamed wilderness. I found it shocking and erotic. I was so aroused the first time I saw it I went straight to missionary style sex. All the anticipation of this day must have been foreplay enough because I found her wet and willing. My hard cock was pumping her wet pussy. Her pussy was making all sorts of naughty noises and soon her mouth was too. I could muffle her moans with my kisses, but there was no way to silence her noisy cunt. She was a squirter and left a large wet spot on the bed. She claimed I gave her two small orgasms before she had an earth-shaking finish. She said most of the college boys were premature. She was surprised when I came with her.
There was a secret there. I took a shower shortly before she arrived. I washed down there thoroughly. A little too thoroughly. I had left semen flowing down the drain. For the next two years it became a part of my preparation for our dates. It would not be until our fifth anniversary that I admitted my secret.
My room had two queen sized beds. We moved to a dry spot on the bed and explored each other some more. When there were no more dry spots left, I called for housekeeping to make up the room and took her out to eat and shop a bit. She was surprised I left the maids a tip. I told her I always tipped maids and that I left them a little more because they would need to do a full linen change.
I bought her a sexy night gown. She only got to wear it two minutes. She did not seem upset though.
When things got a little calmer, I pulled out my old hair brush. It had soft short bristles and I had used it when I had a crew cut in track. I grabbed the old jar of hair gel as well. I pushed her legs wide open and began brushing her pubic hair, top to bottom. I think I made a comment about brushing it every night, one hundred strokes, that made her nipples stand up and made her quiver in anticipation.
At some point I parted her pubic hair and discovered her clitoris and labia. She was very wet and leaking. I used generous amounts of hair gel to paste her hair down. Everything that was hidden before was exposed to the light of day. Her labia major were swollen and very sensitive to my touch after all the gentle brushing. Her labia minor, the curtains, were the type that would not stay tucked inside. They were very dark and could stretch a great deal if gently tugged on, the left curtain normally hung a little lower than the right. Just playing with them was enough to make her come a little. Her clit was the largest I had ever seen. The ones I had encountered in the past stayed tucked away in the folds, sometimes barely poking their head out of their hiding place. Hers was like a little soldier standing up at attention. When I wrapped my lips around it, I felt it throbbing in my mouth.
I thought I had gotten pretty good at going down on women. Most of them smelled like mango. Chiquita smelled like woman. Swirling my tongue around her clit was enough to bring her off. In my previous encounters cunnilingual was like a checkpoint on a takeoff list. Oral? Check. The goal was P in V copulation and hopefully an orgasm that did not have to be faked. Chiquita was ok treating dinner at the Y as the main event. She would kiss my lips after I did it too.
I think everyone believes their generation invented sex. We ended up talking openly about what we liked and did not like. What we wanted from a lover. I told her about things that were popular when I was in school. She briefed me on the current trends.
