She was 5’6 1/2″ tall, 37D-26-38, with bright brown eyes. Her hair length was to the bottom of her shoulder blades, and was light brown with slight auburn highlights. Her face was very attractive. Not supermodel beautiful, but she turned many a head as she walked past.
I was 6′, 175 pounds, hazel eyes, about the same color hair as hers, and I was very fit from walking a lot of mountainous terrain.
I was raised in the country in southern New Mexico. I had few social skills, so I was extremely shy, and I was too embarrassed to approach as lovely a lady as Kesia.
One day, I was confiding in another person that lived in Marvelle’s Boarding House that I really wanted to get to know Kesia, when he suddenly cleared his throat and nodded in the direction behind me.
I turned and came nose to forehead with my dream. Oh God, I was embarrassed!
Looking down slightly, I gazed into the very depth of her eyes. I remember the reflection of my face in her glasses, and in her eyes. Sort of a double whammy. If I could have gotten under the carpet, I would have, but the floors were wood.
She wore a very stern face for a few seconds (it seemed like hours), then her face seemed to kind of melt into a very broad smile.
“Then why don’t you ask me, instead of telling him?” she asked in a mock stern voice.
My heart was beating so hard it hurt. I couldn’t breath, and my lungs burned like someone had forced gasoline down my throat, and lit a match. My face was scorching the skin off, my ears were roaring, and the out side of my ears were melting.
I wanted to run, but she was standing in the only doorway in the room. I could tell she was enjoying the discomfort I felt. She just stood there like a queen.
After a few minutes of basking in my heat, Kesia reached out and took my hand. It felt like 10,000 volts shot through my whole being. She led me to a couch in the in the gathering room, sat me down, and then sat next to me so close I could feel the heat emanating through her clothes.
There in front of almost all the residents of the house she asked, “Is there something you would like to ask me?”
I felt as though I would faint. It took some doing, but I managed to muster the courage to ask, “Can I take you out to a movie?”
Yea! I told you I was exceedingly lacking in what it took to make a woman swoon.
With that she leaned over and ever so gently gave me a peck on the cheek. My first kiss by someone other than my mom. There went the heat in my face again!
She then got up and said she would go change, and then we could leave.
“Shit!!! How am I going to get us in?? I’m broke.”
I didn’t realize I was talking to myself out loud. Every body laughed and took up a little collection. It was enough to go see a movie and get a meal after. I was in heaven.
Ok, of all the great blockbuster hits circulating theaters in mid 1969, which did we see? That’s right! Planet of The Apes. How did you guess? That’s how unbelievably backwoods I was.
Later Kesia said it was the cutest date ever. How embarrassing! I didn’t loose anything there except my cool card. We were both gentlemanly that night.
I saw her to her door, and got a real kiss goodnight. Well, I did have DIY sex that night.
Giggles abounded the next day around the house.
The next Saturday, I was able to gather enough guts to ask Kesia out again. After the last days of side glances and giggles, it took a lot to ask. I asked Kesia if she would like to go for a ride to the mountains above Boulder. To my utter delight she accepted.
We started the day off with breakfast at a Jerry’s Diner on the way out of Denver. We just enjoyed each other’s company, and talked getting to know each other stuff the whole trip. On the way back on a side road going into Denver about dusk, my ’58 Chevy Delray sputtered to a stop. Yes, it really died of it’s own accord!
It was getting dusk by then, so I couldn’t see to work on it. We decided to stay there till morning, when the sun made it’s reappearance.
Since I grew up in the sticks, I always carry an emergency kit. It had a couple of quilts, water, dried fruit, first aid kit, oil for the engine as well as the transmission, extra points, condenser, distributer cap, spark plugs, wheel bearings, and grease for the bearings.
We ate the fruit, got out the quilts, and settled in for the night, her in the back seat, and me in the front.
Like I mentioned before, I was painfully shy. She was a perfect lady.
About sunrise we were awakened by the chirp of a police siren. Up walked an officer (they didn’t like being called cops in those days). In his friendliest, I busted you doing something wrong voice, he greeted, “Good morning.” He then asked, “Is there a reason you are parked on a public road this time of day?”
“Well, officer, my car quit and it was too dark to work on it.”
He then informed me in a rather cynical voice that he had heard that one before, so I tried starting the car to no avail. His cynical little smirk disappeared, and he asked if I needed a tow truck.
I told him, I would get it running as soon as I got my emergency kit and tools out of the trunk.
Sorry, no passionate love making this trip. My virginity was still in tact.
The next Friday was payday, and after bills were done, I had enough to get us into another movie. This time, I let her choose the show. I honestly can not remember the movie she chose. In those days, indoor theaters showed double features, had only one screen, and had huge balconies that extended out over the lower seats about half way to the screen.
We sat in the very back on the lower level. In that area it was very dark, even for a theater. The seats on the sides sat at an angle away from the wall. We sat in those seats.
We were watching a really boring movie that held neither of our interest. Kesia took my hand and placed it around her shoulders and the other on her knee. Then she turned her face to mine, and laid a kiss from heaven on my lips.
Not knowing what I was doing, I just placed my lips against her’s. Then I felt the tip of her tongue start to press gently between my lips. I parted them and her tongue slid in.
All of a sudden the burden behind my zipper threatened to tear a hole through. It was actually very painfully folded trying to straighten out. I have heard people describe a tent sticking out, but I am here to tell you that denim does not “tent.” You either open the zipper, or you injure your self.
Kesia took care of that for me.
She whispered, “Hello, Julius.”
From then on any time she talked about my thingy, she called it Julius.
Out he jumped.
I am not going to say, “My huge hunk of monster meat fell forth with a grand thump.” It did spring forth in a stiff pole of about six and a half inches. I did not wear underwear, so it escaped unimpeded into the darkness. I felt her cool hand snatch it up before it got away, though.
She just sat there holding it for a little bit. It was so engorged it hurt. After just sitting there in the darkness with other people oblivious of my condition for several minutes, she slid down into the floor between my feet and suddenly totally engulfed Julius in her warm mouth. It was such a shock that I had no control over the spurting stuff washing down Kesia’s throat. After getting all she could coax out, she smacked her lips and returned to her seat.
She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She sat there holding my wee wee for a few minutes, and to her delight it stayed hard enough to punch holes through a car door.
Oh, to be that young again!
Next she slipped over the back of the seat tugging me behind her. She laid me on my back and climbed aboard. As Julius slid inside so effortlessly yet so snuggly, it was all I could do to keep from spraying the inside of her with sticky stuff. I was in heaven!
She then just started sliding herself forward and back without lifting up. Holy shit! It was as though she was pulling my very soul up and out of me. After a few minutes of that, she rolled me to the side and I flipped on top still connected.
I was pumping along feeling so great, when all of a sudden there was the feel of a cold hand on my ass. That is when the screams started.
An older lady was running down the aisle toward the door. Next was the flashlight of the usher, then the flashlights of several police officers. We were escorted from the theatre, loaded, into a police car, and shown where the downtown office of the Denver Police Department was located. The police officers then escorted us to holding cells.
I don’t know how the building is now, but the women went one way down a hall of cells, and the men down the other way.
After a few minutes I could hear a lot of commotion coming from the other end of the place. This went on for quite a long time. After what I guessed to be two or three hours an officer came and opened my cell saying my bail had been taken care of.
We were delivered back to the theatre, we got into my ’58 Chevy Delray, and headed back to the boarding house. On the way back, I was told by Kesia she had paid our bail by having, “a little fun with the nice officers.”
She never said how many officers she paid our bail to.
That is when I found out I liked the thought of sharing. My whanger sprang to life in less time than it took to tell me. Kesia’s face lit up with a broad smile when her hand felt my problem start to grow under her hand that was resting in my lap.
As soon as we got back to the boarding house, I snuck Kesia into my room. We had to be very quiet so as not to tip off the house “Vocal”, as everyone called her. If we were found out, we would be evicted immediately. That also meant we needed to keep from waking my roommates. Neither of them could keep a secret.
We tiptoed over to my single bed, slid it from the wall a little, and put the blankets on the floor between the bed and the wall. This, we thought, should be enough to keep from being seen by my roommates.
Yea, in hindsight, maybe not the best thought. I told you I was kind of naïve.
We slipped out of our clothes, laid with me behind Kesia on our sides, and fell asleep. This was a thoroughly exhausting day.
