Rita

When: December 1984 to January 1986

Status: Single

Occupation: Student/Engineering Intern

Meetings: Lost Count

Age: 26

Rita was one of the rare "legit" girlfriends who walked away from our relationship happy.

Translation: She never caught me banging another girl. And I've always been happy about that, because Rita was one cool girl. I dated her for over a year and loved it. And to add to that, I took pains to make sure I was never caught cheating, because I couldn't stand the thought of her finding out and getting hurt.

Of course, the surest way of doing that would've been not to cheat at all, but c'mon, let's be reasonable here.

One Wednesday in early December, I was having some coffee in the quad and studying for my political science final. A cute girl walked by me and sat down at the table next to me and opened a book. She looked over at me, smiled and said hello. I said hello back and asked her what she was studying.I don't remember the exact class, but it was an engineering class. And I gotta tell you, I know as much about engineering as I do about speaking Mandarin Chinese.

"You're an engineering major?"
"Uh huh. What's your major?"

"Communications. I'm not smart enough for a real major."

She started laughing.

"You're silly."

"Yeah. But it's still not a real major."

"Then get another major!"

"I just told you that I wasn't smart enough for that."

She just rolled her eyes.

"I'm Rita. What's your name?"

"Ryan."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

We both had a final coming up in a little over an hour. One thing I do remember from my Chaffey and Poly days: cramming never works. If you don't know the material as you study it, cramming won't do a thing. So we just pushed our books aside and talked. Finally, it was time to knock off our finals. Luckily it was our last final of the quarter, so I asked her if she wanted to grab some lunch afterward.

"Yeah, love to. Meet you here at one?"
"I'll be here."

The poli-sci final was a breeze. It wasn't cumulative and I dusted that mother. It only took about an hour, so I ran some errors and then went back to the quad and grabbed some coffee and waited. Rita showed up around 12:45 and we drove over to a restaurant called Michael J's in La Verne.

It was a great lunch. We spent two hours talking and they just flew by. Rita had been married for two years before getting a divorce that past January. She harbored no bitterness towards her ex, explaining that they just couldn't work things out.

She was due to graduate after the summer session with her engineering degree and worked part-time at a nearby engineering firm.

Finally, she sighed and said, "Well I've had a great time, but I have to leave."
"Want do something Friday night?"
"You're on."

She gave me her phone number and gave me a hug and took off. I paid our bill and headed home. That evening, I called her up."That was fast," she laughed."Well, I figured that I'd better seal this deal soon."
"Ah. I like that. Man of action! Gonna come get me Friday?"
"You know it. What's your address?"
"8686 Any Street. Wanna know what city?"
"Rancho Cucamonga. You already told me."
"Need directions?"
"No, I know that area."

We talked for awhile longer and then hung up. Then I headed out to meet a nice married lady named Elyse that I had started fucking.

Hey, I needed to get laid. Sue me.

Anyway, I picked Rita up on Friday evening and we grabbed some dinner and went dancing. It was a pretty good date. And at end of the night, I dropped her off at her place, gave her a kiss, and went home.

Rita's parents had the bucks and had a nice piece of land in Rancho Cucamonga. After her divorce, Rita moved into the guest house (needless to say, this would come in quite useful in the future).

We kept seeing each other after that first night, but it never progressed past the standard good night--or if we met during the day, goodbye--kiss. And that was fine.

Even if Rita had been the only girl I slept with in 1985,
I still would've considered the year a great success.

We got along great. We never ran out of things to talk about and we genuinely enjoyed each others' company. Rita had a fantastic sense of humor, especially if we saw a bad movie. She could crack me up with snarky comments the whole time. It got to the point where I really wanted to find shitty movies so I could hear her rip on them.

While we saw each other as much as we could, it wasn't often enough for my taste. But during the school break, she worked full-time, and when school started up again, she was still putting in the hours studying and working part-time.

But hey, that's how it goes. The girl had a brain (unlike yours truly) and determination and ambition (again, unlike yours truly). Besides, I had my work with mobile homes that kept me busy (among other things). Have I used parentheses too much? No?

(Good, because I was worried).

I pretty knew I had myself a legit girlfriend when I found myself buying her a Christmas present. And actually putting some thought into it.

Anyway, along came New Year's Eve. And Jim was throwing a party. And I took Rita. We had fun (I have mentioned that Jim throws great parties, haven't I?). I did some great work at this party. You'd be proud.

Awhile after arriving, Rita and I wandered apart. I spied a gorgeous married woman in her early thirties and struck up a conversation with her. I won't go into too much detail here, but I walked away with Bess' work phone number and she walked away with my home number. I'll go into more details in her entry. But needless to say, I cashed in.

Anyway, after pulling off this covert recruiting, I joined up with Rita again and we pretty much stayed together the rest of the night. And when the clock struck midnight, we kissed.

This time, Rita really laid it on me. This was the longest and deepest kiss we had shared up to this point. And, brothers and sisters, the top of the mountain was just fine. When we broke the kiss, she got goofy again and rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, I got carried away!"

Yeah, that was awful, Rita. How dare you.

Around two, we thanked Jim and I drove Rita home. I walked her up to her porch and leaned forward to give her the usual goodnight kiss. But when I tried to pull away, she pulled me back and gave me another deep kiss, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth.

She unlocked her front door and as she turned the knob, she grabbed my hand and said, "C'mon."

We walked into her bedroom and started kissing and running our hands over each other. Rita then stepped back a bit and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she got that off, she said, "Raise your arms, honey."

I did and she pulled my shirt up. I finished taking it off and she ran her hands over my chest and smiled and kissed me again. Rita than pulled her shirt off and I reached around and unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

I lifted my arms and started playing with her huge breasts, squeezing them gently and playing with her hard nipples. We wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing again, her breasts pushed hard against my chest.

Rita then dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took my hard cock out. She stroked my cock a couple of times and then put her warm mouth over it, sliding almost all of it into her mouth.

I was grateful. I had met up with Elyse that morning and we had fucked a couple of times. Otherwise, I wouldn't have last thirty seconds in Rita's mouth.

I placed my hands on her head and rested them there while she sucked me. After a minute or so, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her up and we started kissing again.

I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Rita stepped out of them and laid on the bed. I leaned down and she lifted her ass up and I pulled her panties off.

She was wet and I dove right in, licking her pussy and clit. I slid my finger inside of her and heard her say, "Two baby." I lifted my head up and slid two fingers inside of her. She moaned and I figured that I didn't need to fix what wasn't broken.

I kept finger-fucking her pussy--I would go on to find out that this was a huge turn-on for her--for a few minutes until I heard her moan loudly and say, "I'm gonna cum Ryan....I'm gonna cum!"

I kept sliding my fingers in and out as fast as I could until I heard her shriek and reach orgasm. I took my fingers out and she looked up at me and said, "Fuck me. I'm on the pill....just start fucking me."

Rita loved the camera and the
feeling was mutual.

I braced myself on my elbows and slid into wet pussy. She started gyrating her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. I leaned down a bit and started sucking on her nipples. Rita grunted a little and grabbed my hips, pulling me into her again and again.

We were both grunting and moaning and I said, "Baby, gonna cum." "Me too me too." A few seconds later, I was shooting my load into her pussy while she was cumming.

To my--and her delight--I somehow stayed hard while I leaned down to kiss her. I started sliding in and out very, VERY slowly until my cock hardened up to full strength.

I started pumping into her and soon Rita was cumming again. I pulled out of her and she got on her hands and knees. I looked at her pussy and saw my cumming still leaking out. Some was down her leg. The site of that really got me going and I slid my cock into her.

Rita kept telling me to go faster and I followed her orders. Soon she came again and I was ready as well.

I know I've talked a lot about how I can hold off cumming in the doggie position. But I know the way to make myself cum. I slide all the way in and just grind and gyrate as hard as I can. That almost always does the trick, and after 30 seconds of this, I emptied the remainder of my cum into Rita's pussy.

Rita ran into the bathroom to clean up and then returned to bed and cuddled up next to me.

"That....was great. You always get two orgasms out of one hard-on?" she said, laughing.

"No....I wish I did. But....don't worry.....when that doesn't happen, I'll make it up to you in other ways."

"Oh, really? Very nice."

We started making out again. And it lasted quite awhile, maybe 45 minutes.

Rita reached down and felt my cock. "I'm thinking you can get hard again. I'd love this in me one more time tonight."

Well, I knew that Mr. Happy needed a few more minutes. So I got up and started getting dressed.

"Hey, what? Something I said? Oh sure, leave me laying here like some used hooker!"

I love a woman with a sense of humor.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'd take a shower first. I just need to get something out of the car."

"Well, okay. But....if I hear squealing tires, I'll find you and beat your ass."

I had to run grab some lube. Why not kick the year off by taking Rita to the Pilot?

I went back in and she was still in full goofy mode.

"It's okay. I found a cucumber in the fridge. You can go home now."

"Aw, let me stay.....pretty please?"

"Well, okay."

What a dork. She had a great sense of humor. I showed her the bottle of lube, and then she couldn't resist.

"I prefer vaseline on my cucumbers."

And that was the line that absolutely cracked me up. That's kind of how Rita's sense of humor worked. She'd hit you with a lot of jokes, puns, all that and then when you were weakened, she'd blast you with something like that.

So we basically cracked jokes, laughed, and drank for another half hour. Finally, we got all that out of our system and we started making out again. I moved my hand down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy slowly. She smiled and said, "That feels so good."

I grabbed the lube and put some in my hand and continued. Rita closed her eyes and relaxed.

I sucked on her breast and nipple while I massaged her pussy. After several minutes, Rita groaned and lifted her hips up. I slid my middle finger into her pussy and she jerked a little and came.

Rita smiled and got up and pushed down onto my back. She reached down and stroked my cock--not that it needed any help at this point. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked it for a minute.

She then straddled me and eased down my shaft. She rocked back and forth, playing with her tits as she moved. My hands were on her hips and she just kept gyrating until she came. After she came, Rita got off my cock and laid next to me with my arm around her.

She reached down and jerked me until I shot my load all over my stomach. Well, what was left of my load by that point. We then got up and took a shower together and turned in for the night.

The next morning, we picked up where we left off. January 1st, 1985 was spent eating, fucking, watching television, and fucking some more. THAT'S how you kick off the new year.

Rita was legit, that's for sure. I saw her just about every weekend and once or twice during the week. And when we couldn't see each other, we always called and checked in.

Of course I wasn't faithful to her. I even stuck it to a couple of fellow Cal Poly students (Andrea, for one). Rita and I had never even talked about being exclusive, although I'm pretty sure it was implied. But hey, I'm a dog. But I was always uber-careful when I stepped out on her.

The sex was always great. Rita loved sex as much as I did, so we spent plenty of time in bed. But she was great out of the bedroom. She was so cool, in fact, that when my parents moved away and I got my own apartment, Rita took off a day of work to help me move.

We kept seeing each other until January, 1986.

We had both graduated in December and Rita immediately started getting interviews. I had a few weeks to catch my breath before starting at La Verne. Rita, though, was in demand. Amazing where hard work can get a person. She had busted her ass and was enjoying the attention of employers eager to hire her.

Rita wanted to stay in southern California, but a company in Minnesota made her an offer that was just too good to pass up (and no, it wasn't 3M).

So we had a decision to make. We had been seeing each other for over a year. And we had never really discussed where this relationship would end up.

We're we going to get married? Split up? Live together? Rita was wary of getting married again. I was wary of getting married at all.

And I liked what I had in southern California. I had my own place, I knew what I wanted to do for a career, and I had a job with Jim until I finished at La Verne. Giving all that up just to live with someone who may or may not want to get married at some point seemed crazy.

And it seemed crazy from Rita's perspective. She was going to move across the country, start a new career, start graduate work--did she really want an unemployed boyfriend with no real career prospects? Did she really want to make the commitment of living together if she was so skittish about marriage?

We had really, really enjoyed our relationship. It was fantastic. Not just the sex; she was a girlfriend who was a great friend as well. We got along incredibly well.

But neither of us could see us together forever; at least I couldn't and I don't think she could either. So we decided to go our separate ways.

We decided that we wouldn't stay in touch. As much as we didn't want to commit, we still really liked each other. And we wouldn't be able to move on if we kept a hold on each other.

I don't know what happened to her. I've done searches on her name, but I suspect that after awhile, she did get married.

And good for her if she did. She was awesome and deserved the best.

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