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“Ay bandito! Of course male ejaculation is psychological!” Anita exclaimed.
All other conversation in Brad and Laurie’s living room instantly died. Anita had this effect of people. With a naturally loud voice, a rich accent, and a complete disregard for taboo subjects, she regularly caught people’s attention at unexpected moments.
This was after dinner at Brad and Laurie’s. Once a month, we grad students gathered at their apartment because it was spacious enough for all of us, their kitchen was excellent, and their neighbors didn’t care if we smoked pot. Now, after eating our fill, we students were cast about the expansive living room, sipping cheap wine in red plastic cups. Felicia had made the mistake of talking to Anita about anatomy. So of course Anita found a way to upstage everyone else’s conversation.
“But the cavernous nerve terminals in the penis-” Felicia protested.
“Sí, sí, sí,” Anita interrupted. “More nerves per muscle density than anywhere else in the male body. But niña, didn’t Carter and Dawsey show those nerves are inert unless properly engaged?”
“Carter and Dawsey?” poor Felicia echoed.
“1993,” said Anita. “Journal of American Sexual-Physiological Studies. Urm, they did that work at Stanford, I think?”
Of course Anita knew the precise journal article. I swear, she was better-read than our professors.
For the millionth time, I stole an admiring glance at my classmate. Anita was Puerto Rican, petite even by Puerto Rican standards. Oh, she was beautiful. So beautiful. I was amazed by her wide, glittering brown eyes, which were soft and yet so penetrating. She had the tiniest of noses, but full, red lips, perfect, pearl-like teeth, and gentle yet high cheekbones. Her skin was flawless, and I swear it almost glowed in the light. Thick, black curls always tumbled down her head in a carefree yet sexy way.
What’s more, Anita was hot. She had a tight little waist from daily Pilates, but round, sweeping curves everywhere else. Shapely legs, expressive hips, round breasts, well-shaped shoulders. Mmmm. Like all grad students, Anita usually wore tattered jeans, old tee shirts, faded sweatshirts, cheap canvas shoes. But on her, these shapeless clothes seemed vibrant and alluring… like they might slip off her at any moment. She looked luscious from any angle.
I caught myself staring into Anita’s deep cleavage and wanted to slap myself. Get a hold of yourself, man, I thought.
Anita took a swig from her cup, then grabbed a nearby box of tissues. “Here,” she said haughtily, her accent stronger with the effects of the wine. “I will show you. Mira!”
She glanced about, completely unconcerned that all twenty-three Psychology grad students were now staring at her. Her sexy eyes came to rest on me.
“’Ay Tomas,” Anita said. “Com’ere a sec, will you?”
I swallowed, handed my cup to my best friend Gregg, and obediently came to her side.
“Hola, broki,” Anita purred, casting a spell over me with her sultry glance. “You do not mind if Fel ‘n me borrow you to settle a bet, eh?”
I helplessly shook my head.
“Bueno,” smiled Anita. “Now don’t be embarrassed, cariño. You’re among friends.”
Her delicate little fingers reached for my belt buckle, popping it off. Then she unzipped my fly.
“Jesus, Anita!” blurted Laurie.
“Ay bendito, we are all adults here,” Anita said soothingly. Before I could object, she pulled down my jeans and boxers, exposing my cock right there for all the room to see.
You’d think I’d be humiliated. Yeah, I was quite embarrassed at first, but Anita knew exactly how to handle the situation.
“Oh, Tomas has a beautiful cock, hermoso bicho,” she complimented, appreciatively wrapping her fingers around my Johnson. “Nice size, gorgeous skin, very, very attractive. Muy hermoso. You should be proud,” she told me in all sincerely.
At these glowing words, I became erect almost instantly. And of course, I was blushing like crazy. I had no idea my body had that much blood.
Anita hopped out of her easy chair, quickly yanking off her low-cut sweatshirt and spreading it over the seat. “Sit here, Papi,” Anita ordered me. I did as she commanded, allowing her to lower my pants to just above my knees.
Now I sat in the chair, Felicia to my left, Anita leaning over the chair arm to my right, all my classmates gathered around, staring. Oh, and my raging hard-on poking skyward for everyone to see. I suddenly felt so foolish.
“Now here is my point,” Anita said boldly, her right hand descending on my erect cock. “The Urethra nerves are here,“ – her fingers brushed my fat tip – “and here is the Corpora cavernosa” – and then the underneath of my shaft. “Viteh? We all agree on that, right? Now watch what happens when I stimulate those areas.”
Like a baker making dough, Anita went to work on my penis. Her left hand stroked my tip while the two fingers from her right hand ran up and down the underside of my shaft. She worked in silence, intent on that she was doing.
So I sat there, unable to budge at all. My cock was lighting up, delighted at all that female attention. I felt my heartrate increase and I involuntarily gripped the chair. Ohhh, did that feel good.
On the other hand… Anita was working on my dick, but otherwise ignoring me. It was as if she was molding clay and I just happened to be sitting nearby, nothing more.
I glanced about, wondering what I classmates were thinking. They were all watching silently. And taking lots of mental notes, no doubt. After all, half the people in this room were hoping to get PhD’s in SexPsych.
There has always been this immature stereotype that we grad students in Sexual-Psychological Studies must spent all of our time humping one another. In reality, we were scientists-in-training, working to solve problems like chronic erectile dysfunction, female infertility, sexual displacement, things like that. And of course, we were all interested in what biologically makes a good orgasm.
So while Anita’s little show with my penis was unexpected and, yes, outrageous, it wasn’t a precursor to some perverted group sex or something like that.
Still, I can’t say I was happy that all of my fellow students were now studying my cock as if it were a specimen in lab. I found myself making eye contact with the women in the group. Man, there would be no casually asking them out after this.
Anita worked on for a minute or so, intent on what she was doing.
“See?” she finally said. “I am applying direct stimulation to the fascla, right? Tomas here is erect, but not cumming. So there is something missing. Comprende?”
“Yeah,” Felicia allowed, “but you’re stimulating Tomas with a lot of spectators watching. The social pressure aspect is a factor here.”
“Is it, then?” replied Anita, arching one eyebrow.
Before anyone could react, Anita then swung to lean close to me. Her gorgeous face brushed past mine as her lips moved close to my ear. I felt the warmth of her body. Her hands never once let up on massaging my dick.
“Oh baby, did you know you make me so hot, bebé tan caliente?” Anita breathed into my ear, softly so only that I could hear. “Your MASIVO cock makes me so bellaca, so horny, did you know that baby? Mmmm,” she whimpered. Her Puerto Rican accent was heavier than usual, rolling those R’s. “Oh God, I want you to fuck my tits with this huge, throbbing cock, baby, can you do that for me? Can you? Oh, I wish we could chingar, baby. Slide your wonderful dick between my soft tits, they are waiting for you, Oh God, baby, you make me soooo wet, did you know-“
I gasped as I felt the muscles inside my penis buck. As hard as I tried to hold back, my penis roared to life and happily squirted semen like a fountain. I didn’t want to ejaculate, but literally couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Gufiao!” Anita crowed in triumph as she felt my load explode in her palm. With her other hand, she snatched tissues, quickly applying them to my geyser.
My eyes went wide with humiliation as I realized what I’d just done… in front of all my peers, no less! Goddamn!
“That’s okay, baby,” Anita smiled at me. “Don’t worry about it. Let it all out. Here…”
Using her left hand to keep the tissues in place, Anita used her right hand to fully stoke my shaft, up and down, up and down. I tensed my back and mumbled a little.
“Its okay, baby,” Anita assured me. “Let it all out. Mamey…! Go for it.”
So under her stimulation, I let myself go. The orgasm was a long one, maybe thirty seconds of actual cumming? I’m not sure. I just let her stroke while I rode out her sexual gift.
Finally, I was out of joy juice and breathing heavily. I collapsed back into the chair.
“See?” Anita asked proudly, and she wiped her gooey hand with more tissues. “I could have bregar Tomas’ cavernous nerves all day long. It was only when I applied the psychological stimulation that he ejaculated. Male ejaculation is psychological.”
*****
It wasn’t easy to go into the Psych-Sexual lab after that. I found that whenever I’d bump into anyone who was at that party, I’d immediately blush. I couldn’t so much talk to people as I would mumble in their general direction. I felt like my dick was sticking out of the front of my pants, for all to see.
But as I mentioned, my classmates and I are interested in sex from a clinical aspect. Sure, we have our lusts and affairs like all other human beings, but no-one at that party looked down on me for Anita’s little demonstration. Within a week, the embarrassment faded.
But I found it hard to look at or think about Anita in the same way again. Since the day I met her in grad student orientation, I had always crushed on her. And yes, I fantasized about her late at night, in the shower, while washing dishes, while stuck in traffic… all the time. So once her hands had made sweet love to my member… well, it spurred my interest, let’s just say.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to work with Anita. I was a more empirical researcher; that meant I was good at taking large batches of numbers and crunching them to find the one golden statistic. She was on the experimental design side of the lab. That meant she thought up the wacky psych experiments we put our undergrad volunteers through.
*****
As the academic semester got underway, I buried myself in my classes and research and more-or-less forgot about my public ejaculation at Brad and Laurie’s. Until Anita sought me out.
“’Ay broki!” I heard her Puerto Rican accent call out to me while I crossed through the busy Student Center.
Before I knew it, Anita appeared, taking my arm with a glowing smile. “Que pasa, Papi?” she said airily, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. “Let us get coffee, sí?.”
I was supposed to be going to a Neuro-Psychological talk, but once again, I found myself under Anita’s spell. Within minutes, we were sitting under an oak tree, blowing on our just-purchased cappuccinos, and watching the undergrads shuffle off to class. The sun was warm, and I couldn’t help but sneak sideways glances at Anita’s bare arms and legs. The tops of her breasts were visible in that low-cut top.
So hot…!
“Listen,” Anita said, briskly getting right to the point, “I’ve been reading your papers. They’re good. Muy solido. You have a knack at presenting The Numbers.”
By The Numbers, she meant survey data.
“Thanks,” I said modestly.
“I have been working on something, and I need… how do you say? A compañero,” gestured Anita. “A full-time partner. Someone who I can collaborate with, sí, who can make up for my weaknesses. It would be a big, big commitment.”
“Oh?” I asked, curious, but torn. I had a full research docket as it was.
“Aquí,” said Anita, gently setting her coffee down. She rummaged about in her backpack, eventually finding and handing me two dog-eared notebooks. Every page was completely filled with her tiny, neat handwriting.
I immediately recognized what this was. “This is the outline for a book,” I said, surprised. “An expansive book.”
Anita nodded. “Sí.”
I flipped about, stumbling across a makeshift table-of-contents. “Jeez,” I mumbled, scanning the chapter titles. “This… this isn’t strictly within the field, is it?”
“Ah, no,” admitted my sexy classmate. “This would not be academic publication. I am shooting for New York Times bestseller’s list.”
I hesitated. My academic advisor wouldn’t be happy if he knew I was writing a pop book on the side.
“Here is my theory,” Anita leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. “Sex, it is about power. When two people have sex, there is always a power imbalance, no? Sometimes it is little, sometimes it is masivo. But it is always there.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
“I think,” said Anita, “that the imbalance affects sexual performance. I am just not sure how yet. But I want to write a book to figure that part out. Then explain to people how to fix the power imbalances in their own sex lives.”
“…okay,” I said.
“I want you to collaborate with me. I will need you to interpretar los datos, to crunch the quantitative data we will collect.”
“I see,” I said, still flipping through the notebooks. Quantitative data on peoples’ sex lives? “And where are we getting that data?” I asked dryly.
Anita shrugged. “I can ask my girlfriends to share some basic data about snogging their boyfriends,” she replied. “But I think you and I will have to make most of the data ourselves.”
I nearly dropped the notebook. “Say again?” I stammered.
Anita laughed quietly, then playfully slapped me in the arm. “You heard me, hombre. We’ll have to have most of the sex ourselves. You ‘n me.”
She peered at me. “You okay with that? We are not los amantes, not boyfriend and girlfriend, you understand. We would just be having sex for the research. I will design the experiments. We will both collect the measurements; you would compile them later.”
At this point, I seriously thought I must be dreaming.
“We’d be having sex to do this?” I had to ask, out loud.
“Sí, sí,” Anita said tartly. “It would just be amor fisico, a physical thing, comprehende?. I don’t want to cuddle after. No janguiar. No sharing an after cigarette and talking about where we want to go together on Spring Break, eh? We would only be just research partners in this experiment.”
She sighed. “I thought about doing this with a boyfriend, but I also need someone who understands underlying psychological and psychochemical theories. Someone who is in the department, sí? And someone who compliments my research weaknesses.”
“Besides,” added my classmate, “I have already seen your cock. I know you can perform.”
I was stunned. This was like the beginning of a bad porno, the premise of every warped campus joke concerning the SexPsych department. Let’s bone each other all day long! For science! I wanted to pinch myself.
“So…” Anita studied me, all business, “…you interested?”
*****
We went back to her apartment, just off-campus. Anita claimed she didn’t have any money, but she’d somehow scraped enough to rent a descent studio apartment across from the park. We walked up the six floors, huffing and puffing by the time we got to the top.
I don’t know what I expected chez Anita to look like. Whenever I had fantasized about her, she always appeared in a 1930’s art deco style bedroom, with pink walls, a gauze-draped four poster bed, and soft track lighting. Mmmmmmm…
The reality was both disappointing and understandable at the same time. The studio apartment itself was run-down, with faded, peeling wallpaper, fake hardwood floors, and a radiator that must have been older than my parents. You easily could hear the street traffic from the two modest windows facing the park.
But Anita had kept the apartment immaculately clean and tidy. There was a small desk and chair, some plastic milk crates that served as a bookcase, and a queen-sized mattress on the floor. I could also see a tiny kitchenette and bathroom beyond. There were a number of bulletin boards and Post-Its up on the walls, all bristling with notes. Neat stacks of computer printouts and academic journals dominated the far corner.
“Asi que,” Anita said nonchalantly. She tossed her backpack to the floor. “I was thinking for our first time, we should just do it, to get to know one another’s bodies. Sound good?”
“Uh…” I said, completely taken aback. “Sure.”
“Buena,” responded Anita. Without another word, she unzipped the fly on her jean shorts, then pushed both shorts and panties to the floor. Standing up, she kicked off her sneakers while stripping out of her flower-print tank top.
“Venga, then,” she coaxed, while unsnapping her bra. “You gonna get naked too?”
I tried not to stare as those gorgeous breasts bounced free. Anita moved to her mattress, shedding her socks before lying down on her back. She bent her knees and parted her legs, absently stroking herself while she waited for me. Of course, she was completely shaved. Both her legs… and… you know…!
In the meantime, I was frantically tearing off my own clothes. Maybe I was worried that if I didn’t hurry, the universe would realize I was getting far too lucky, and Anita would change her mind. While Anita had been calm and methodical when she disrobed, I was stripping as if my clothes were stuffed with fire ants.
When I was finally naked, I knelt on the mattress, uncertain what to do. Should I kiss her? I was dying to run my hands all over that sculpted body.
“Com’ere,” Anita instructed, once again taking charge. She positioned me to lie on top of her, but moving her legs together. This forced me to straddle her, my legs folded up alongside her hips, my already-dribbling cock standing at attention over her belly.
My partner studied my face quizzically. “You ready, hombre?” she asked. “Go for it.”
I leaned in, kissing her. Gently. Oh, her lips were soft. I remember thinking they were like cushions and had a faint sweet taste.
Oh, she was a great kisser…! You have no idea.
I shifted weight to my left hand so my right hand was free to roam her breasts and side. I was delighted to feel her nipples completely erect as I cupped her. I was getting really, really excited now.
“…mmm…” Anita moaned, softly. It was the first indication that she was enjoying our little extracurricular activity.
It was all the permission I needed. With an animal-like lust, I suddenly attacked her body with my hands, lips, and tongue. I probed her neck, delighted when my face pressed into those thick, black curls that seemed to be all around me now. My hands gleefully explored, trying to memorize every contour of her wonderful figure. Several times I had to force myself to slow down, for fear of becoming too aroused and firing off prematurely.
Anita placed her unblocked hands on my torso, but they did not wander. She kissed me and allowed me to grope and kiss her body; but otherwise, she was passive.
I didn’t care. I was getting laid! With my dream girl! I would have kept going if she’d fallen asleep!
But after what felt like mere minutes, Anita grunted. “You are ready to fuck me?” she whispered.
This was possibly the year’s dumbest question. But I wasn’t about to criticize.
“Aquí,” Anita said, wriggling out from underneath me. There was a plastic bag on the floor beside the mattress; she reached inside, pulling out a condom. “Suit up,” she commanded, somehow tearing open the little package with one hand.
I raised up my body, fumbling with the little rubber circle.
“Oye!” snapped my partner. “Do not touch the outside to your tip! Roll it on right!”
Oh, yeah. I hurried to obey.
When she was satisfied, Anita lay back, spreading her legs wide into a giant letter “V.” I swear I heard angels singing as I mounted her.
I was about to start coming in, when-
“Wait,” I gasped. “Can I touch you inside first?”
“Oh,” replied Anita, surprised. “Uh, sure.”
I rolled up on one hip, while drawing two fingers up her butt crack. Eventually, they found her pussy, still slightly bristly from a recent shave. Moving slowly, I pushed them in.
Anita was a little moist, but not fully wet. Huh. That is probably why she bought triple lubricated, I thought.
I started stroking, leaning forward to suck on one of Anita’s breasts as I did so. She absently rustled my hair, but otherwise didn’t respond.
I was growing a little worried at this point. Many men would just start fucking away, I knew, but I wanted Anita to cum. I wanted her to taste that orgasm with me, to feel a little of the chemical happiness that I would know. I wanted to give, not just receive.
I kissed her breast more, my groping tongue eventually finding her nipple.
“Ohhhhhh…” Anita exclaimed, sucking in breath.
Ah, that was it. I could feel her pussy getting really wet. I stroked and licked, applying all my skill, willing this girl to lose a little control and have an orgasm. Up until then, she didn’t seem to care how our sex ended.
But now… now my efforts were having some effect. Anita began to push her head back into the pillow, moaning softly. “Yeah,” I heard her gasp, “sí, like that. Ohhhh… yeah…”
There wasn’t much more I could do, but I could keep stroking and stimulating her nipple. So I hung in there.
Suddenly Anita cried out, her hips buckling under my hand. Her unpinned hand gripped my hair, then slid down my face and neck. One of her legs kicked.
I smiled to myself, continuing to finger her.
“Okay,” Anita gasped, snatching my wrist. “Okay, buena. That’s… good…”
Grinning, I re-mounted her, pressing my cock’s tip against her vagina. Her waiting, fully-wet vagina.
Anita’s eyes were still screwed tightly shut, her mouth slightly open. She reached up and placed her hands on the outsides of my shoulders.
I started fucking. I should have entered her slowly and then built up speed, but I couldn’t help myself. I was so excited, I just blasted on in and couldn’t stop.
I also couldn’t close my eyes. No, I was so beyond-myself to be fucking my grad student dream girl, I wanted to watch it all. Thankfully Anita kept her eyes shut. I gleefully watched as her petite little sexy body bounced up and down on the mattress while I plowed her. Her breasts, I remember, quivered and shimmied as if they were jelly. Her curly hair flopped in all directions. And her expression…
Oh, you know that face a woman makes when you are entering her? You see it sometimes in porno movies, but there’s nothing like watching it in real life. Anita’s eyes shut even tighter and her mouth opened wordlessly as my shaft plunged into her again and again.
I came quickly. I was so overstimulated at that point, I knew I couldn’t maintain my erection for very long. As my cock went off, I gave my hips an extra thrust, determined to feel the start of that orgasm as deep as possible within Anita.
I kept thrusting.
Finally, Anita’s expression resumed its neutral expression. I wanted to stay within her, to stay within her forever. But I was deflating. I sadly pulled out, making sure to take the slimy condom with me.
Then I flopped down on the mattress. I was breathing as if I’d just swum the English Channel.
Only then did I close my eyes. I instinctively reached out for Anita, wanting to pull her next to me, to feel her naked skin against my body. I wanted to nestle into that black hair and smell her faint perfume in both nostrils.
But Anita immediately rolled away. She sat up, snatching a small hand towel that was folded next to the mattress. “You need?” she asked me, as she wiped her crotch.
I looked up at her, a little dazed. My mind was blown from the fantastic sex. Her? She looked like nothing unusual had happened at all.
“Aquí estás,” Anita told me, plopping the towel on my stomach when she was done.
She inspected her nails. “That was a pretty good introduction,” she remarked casually. ”You now know my body, I have seen what you can do. I will spend tonight designing our experiments and working on the measurements we want to capture.”
She looked at me. “Sound good, Papi?”
I was still reeling. “Uh… sure…” I managed.
*****