I quickly discovered that Rita is one of those; affectionate, friendly, feely touchy people, and that she never stops talking.
I was trying to get to the icebox, to put her milk away, as she was going into the pantry.
We were so close, that her breasts pressed hard against my chest, as she brushed past me, causing her nipples to become erect. Good God Almighty, I froze as her hard gumdrop sized nipples, scraped across my chest. She was so close; I could feel her body heat and smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
Christ, I got such a trill that I started having trouble breathing, and I think my heart stopped beating for a moment. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, pull her against me, and kiss her.
But I didn’t have the courage.
Rita was only inches away from me, when she looked into my eyes and said, with a slight quiver in her voice,” Oh God Honey; Please believe me, I’m not a whore.
“I know” I said softly as I pulled her against me; to comfort her, I kissed her on the forehead and whispered,” Rita, I know you’re not a whore.”
As I rubbed her back to reassure her, our bodies sorted of melted together.
While I held her in my arms Rita stood up on her tip toes, and wrapped her arms around my neck, draping her soft warm body against mine, and we innately began pushing our hips, back and fourth against each others.
I wanted to hold her like this forever, and never let her go. Then Rita suddenly pushed herself away from me, and placed her hands on my chest, holding me at arms length.
She still had tears in her eyes as she asked,” What’s wrong with me, am I really a slut, and I just don’t know it?”
I was shocked by the way she suddenly pulled away from me, but I managed to say,” No Honey you’re not a slut.” Then I asked,” Rita, where are you getting the crazy idea that you’re a slut?
She replied,” My Mother says that good Italian Catholic girls, like me, shouldn’t like sex, and that good Catholic only have intercourse after they are married to make our husbands happy once in a while and to have children!
Mommy also says that only whores like having sex and doing those other filthy dirty things that men like to do!”
“Oh God No Rita,” I replied, Then I sucked in my breath, as I exhaled slowly, I went on to tell her,” Sex isn’t dirty, it’s a normal physical desire and…” I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh.
Rita looked at me like I was nuts, as she asked, “What else were you going to say?”
I did my best to stop laughing as I said, “Rita everybody likes sex and its fun.” I figured I better not say anymore or I’d get myself into trouble.
That seemed to comfort her, but there was still a slight tremble in her voice, as she said, “Thanks Honey.” Then Rita made us breakfast. We didn’t say much while we ate. But I could tell that something else was bothering her; that she needed to talk about.