"How in hell could you spend an entire summer working in Evansville and not save a penny?"
My mother was on me again. She'd bring this up whenever she couldn't think of anything else to pick a fight about. She'd been doing this since I went back to college my junior year - without having saved anything. That was 1963; now it was 1995.
In the summer of 1963 I'd gotten a job working as a draftsman for an engineer for the summer. My folks were just moving to Chicago from Evansville because my father changed jobs. I was nineteen years old. I stayed behind in a small apartment. living on my own for the first time, cooking, doing my own laundry. I was even able to buy beer when I bought my week's groceries at a small mom-and-pop grocery in the neighborhood. I'm sure they knew that I wasn't old enough, but they let me get a six-pack when I bought my food. If a guy is living on his own, I guess they figured I deserved a beer with my dinner. They never asked and I never said.
I'd had a girlfriend that last winter at school, but we broke up in the Spring and now I was truly alone and I was having a problem with the loneliness - and honestly, I was horny. I wondered if I could find a hooker, but there really weren't any streetwalkers in the town and I didn't know where to look until someone suggested I ask the bellman at one of the local hotels.
Leroy said he could get me a woman, no problem. What was my room number? When I said I didn't have a room, he said that I ought to go see Mrs. Babcock on Fourth Avenue and tell her he'd sent me along. About thirty minutes later, I showed up at her door.
Mrs. Babcock was a little old white-haired lady in her seventies. It was a bit disconcerting; she reminded me of my grandmother. When I said that Leroy suggested I come see her, she invited me in.
The house was a small one with a living room off the hall. The television was on and Mrs. Babcock and a woman of about 25 had been watching a sitcom. Mrs. Babcock introduced her to me as Rita. I was introduced to her as Dave (the name I gave).
Rita took my hand and lead me to a rear bedroom containing a double bed, two dressers and a chair and asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted sex and she said that it cost $10 which I gave her. She left me there for a few moments and them returned with a pan of warm soapy water. "I need to see your dick babe," she said. I realized she wanted to check me for VD. I was nervous, but I unzipped and produced my package. Rita smiled at me and stroked me a few times.
Satisfied that I didn't appear to have anything obviously wrong with me, she gently washed me off and dried me with a small hand towel. She was wearing a house dress which she had undone when she got the wash basin. She wore nothing underneath it. It was then I really started to look at her. She was about 5' 4", slim with nice breasts and light brown shoulder-length hair. I noticed that she had a recently healed scar across her belly just above her pubic hair. Her face and body weren't what I'd have called beautiful, but she was certainly not unattractive. She was just a young woman with flaws like everybody else.
While I finished undressing, Rita got on top of the bed and sat waiting for me. I dug a condom out of my pants pocket and followed. She took it from me, tore it open and expertly rolled it on, lay back and held out her arms to me. I mounted her and began sliding in and out.
As I lay on her, we looked into each other's eyes. Not knowing that you weren't supposed to kiss a prostitute, I did and she kissed me back slipping her tongue into my mouth. When we pulled apart, Rita smiled up at me and said, "I'm glad you did that." I smiled back. "My pleasure" I said. I liked her and she seemed to like me. We continued to push into each other, alternately kissing and smiling until I was about to cum.
When I told Rita that I was almost there, she reached down, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me further up and in and then began rolling her hips front to back. This caused her cervix to rub back and forth over the head of my penis creating the most exquisite climax I've ever had. I'd never felt anything like that before. I moaned uncontrollably as I emptied into her.
We rolled apart breathing hard and before I got dressed, Rita took the basin and again washed my cock and dried it with another hand towel. I thanked her and left feeling that this was a very civilized way to deal with being horny. It was a warm Wednesday evening in June and the crickets were chirping as I walked home.
Chapter Two: My Second Visit
The following Tuesday was payday and I went back to Mrs. Babcock's right after work. It was early in their day. I was their first customer that day, it being about 4:30 PM. Mrs. B. let me in with a friendly smile and called Rita. Rita took my hand and lead me back to her room again.
I gave Rita her $10 and she gave me a hug and a grin and went to give Mrs. B. the money and to get the basin. She returned again with the back of her dress undone and as soon as I finished getting my pants off, she washed me again with soap and dried me. "What do you want to do this time?" she asked as she sat up on the bed.
I'd thought about this. I looked Rita square in the eye and said "I want you to teach me something." Rita raised her eyebrows. "Teach me how to be real good at eating pussy. I really like doing it, but most of the gals I've done it for hadn't done it often. They liked what I did, but we were like the blind leading the blind," I told her.
Rita gave me a long look and a big smile and asked, "you want me to show you how to do it right?" I nodded. She said "I can't do it all in one go. It takes time and there's more to it than you'd think. You sure you want this?" Again I nodded.
She got off the bed, pulled on her house dress and went to talk to Mrs. Babcock for a moment. When she returned, she said she'd gotten us a little slack on the time. I later found out that she'd given Mrs. B. her half of my $10 to double the time we had.
Rita got back on the bed on her knees and gave me a big hug and a french kiss that would knock your socks off. Then she lay down with her legs spread and pulled me down on top of her for another lingering kiss. "First lesson" she said, "work your way down from here. Take your time; use your tongue and kiss me all over." She guided me down to her breasts and had me stop to love each nipple as her breathing became faster. Then she pushed me down to her navel and had me french kiss it for some time. She said, "too many guys go straight for a woman's pussy. Don't be in a rush; take the whole tour." Then she guided me down one leg to her right knee and then back up her left leg and finally held me over her pussy. She smelled of soap.
I think I should say at this point that Rita was one of the cleanest women I've ever known. She kept herself as if everyone she met would be closely examining her nether regions. I think that while she was working, Rita made personal hygiene a way of life.
She told me to stop and examine everything closely. She had me suck and lick her pubes, labia, back towards her asshole and finally her pussy and clit. She said to lick and suck in and around her pussy because it felt good, but for the real 'money shot", I should GENTLY lick and suck her clit. She slowly moved my head all over her pussy area having me work on her until she gradually had me pay more and more attention to her clit until she came, squeezing my head with her thighs until she became too sensitive. Then she pulled me up guiding me into her. To hell with the rubber! I'd just had my face in her pussy. If she had anything, I guess I'd have it too. While we screwed, Rita cleaned my face with her tongue and french-kissed me until I came inside her as she held me close. Again, she moved her cervix back and fourth over the end of me. It may have begun as a financial arrangement, but I think we parted as lovers.
Chapter Three: My Third Visit
I scrimped on groceries and went to see Rita on Saturday about 11:00 AM. Again, I wanted to be her first customer of the day. If I was going to get another 'lesson', I didn't want to be second. Mrs. Babcock met me at the door. She didn't look happy. "C'mon back in the kitchen," she said. I followed her back. Evidently they'd been having breakfast. Mrs. Babcock sat me down, poured me a cup of coffee and stared at me for a full minute.
"How much do you make a week?" she demanded.
"Forty dollars," I answered.
"You've spent twenty here in the last ten days. You gonna live on dog food?"
"I'm okay," I lied.
"Bull!" she said. "I'll not have you spending all your money in my whorehouse and not taking care of yourself. From how on, you're on a diet!" Rita looked uncomfortable. Mrs. Babcock went on. "I don't want to see more than ten dollars of your money every two weeks!" Both Rita and I must have looked stricken.
"Tell you what," Mrs. Babcock continued, "I don't care if you can talk Rita into giving you freebies when business is slow, like Saturdays before about three or weekdays before supper, but don't you be botherin' her when there's paying customers in here. Okay?" "Yes'm" I said. "Now you two get out of here while I wash up," she said and Rita and I went back to her room for another lesson. "And from now on you can call me Sarah." she hollered after us.
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