Carmen and me Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

I don’t remember the first time that I actually noticed her. She was around campus and she had one of those unusual personalities that made you not notice just how beautiful she was. I had seen her around school in the recreation building and the food services areas but I had not met her. Calculus I was a summer semester class. Besides the heat and the homework when you’d rather be swimming or just hanging out with your friends, the whole idea of rising up at 7A.M. in the summertime to make an 8A.M. class is just about too repugnant to the normal college student. That coupled with the fact that the class was 4 credit hours and met for 2 hours a day 5 days a week made the conditions unbearable. Nothing about that summer, as I remember, was normal. I had never worked so hard in my life and I know now that without Carmen’s help I would not have passed the class.

I had to complete the class before the fall so that I could make my fall sophomore schedule work, or spend at least an extra year in college getting my degree. So, here I was in this class with a bunch of losers that knew neither failure nor recreation, just work, work, work. I soon realized that to survive the class that I was going to have to belong to a study group. I managed to make it through the pre-calculus class without such a study group, but none of the students in that class was as bright as the ones in this one. To make matters worse, I didn’t know anyone. The professor seemed aloof and unreachable. He had also made the comment in the first week (before it was too late to drop) that he had let the class to fill up to 45 students because he expected at least half of us to be gone by the fourth of July. The next day 7 students brought in drop slips leaving 38 enrolled. He expanded that to comment that it had been his experience that less than 20 make it through Calculus I in the summer semester.

By the middle of the second week after three quizzes 9 more students dropped. So far I had made no more than a “D” on the quizzes. I had also failed the first one. I had to pass the class to survive in college or else my financial resources would run out before I graduated. My parents did the best that they could, but it was just not enough to keep me in school for more than four years. I targeted the smartest girl in class for a study-mate. She was cute, too, but she didn’t make it obvious. Her wardrobe did not do anything to highlight her womanly assets. Most of her clothes were baggy and she liked to wear unattractive boy’s clothes that hung off her hips and allowed a peak at the elastic on her boxer shorts and a glimpse of her wasp-like waist. She was a true child of the millenium.

Perhaps more important than her beautiful body was the fact that Carmen’s intellect was way off the scale. That was apparent by her grades on the first three quizzes. She had a “B” and two “A’s”. I sat beside her to try to strike up a conversation thinking that maybe she would eventually let me study with her. After the second week she had seen my quiz score. I had finally managed to make a “C” on one of the quizzes. She caught me looking at her paper and I was trying not to make myself so obvious as I had moved up to the front row on the pretense of not being able to see from my customary last row seat. She just smiled and graciously said nothing because she was smart enough to realize that her intellect and mathematical abilities attracted me as much as her ass did. By Monday of the 3rd week she had taken pity on me and I felt privileged that she had actually accepted me to her apartment to study.

It wasn’t until I went to her place to study and Carmen answered her door in nothing but a man’s cut-off muscle shirt and a G-string that I noticed her physical attributes. Carmen had breasts that were pert and about a B-cup. Her erect nipples sported tiny rings that were visible under her thin shirt. Her breasts stood out proudly above her very small waist and six-pack abdominal muscles and they could pass a pencil test with ease. Carmen had an ass that aroused me every time that I looked at it. Her butt was truly remarkable. She had exhibited her killer body to me on purpose. I could tell that she was noticing the size of my erection in my pants.

“Well,” Carmen began, “I can tell that you like my outfit. The bottoms are one of those micro-bikinis from Rio de Janeiro. I’d wear the top for you but it doesn’t cover my jewelry properly.” “Well Studley,” she said matter-of-factly, “don’t get any ideas. You wouldn’t want to lose your tutor, would you?”

She had complete control. And jewelry! Hot damn! The thought of Carmen sitting half-naked grimacing in pain while somebody pierced her nipples was enough to get me off on the spot. I prided myself on how cool that I could stay but this was almost too much. My erection was raging. Carmen was starting to explore all of my buttons and she almost had too many turned on. It was all that I could do to keep from ravishing her on the spot. I tried to hug her but she put me off and excused herself. When she came back she had on a long terry cloth robe and was carrying the Calculus book. It was strictly business after that although I remained semi-erect for the rest of the evening.

It wasn’t that she was not attractive; it was just that she did not stand out in a crowd until you realized how bright she was, unless she dressed to kill or flashed those damn nipple rings under a tight shirt. Her sensuality smoldered like a raging fire that everyone thought had been brought under control. Her choice of clothing didn’t draw attention to her unless that’s what she wanted. I had managed to invite myself to her place almost every night. Carmen played coy after that one episode, but I was smart enough to realize her game. I think that was the point where she honestly started to consider me as a sexual partner, when she knew that she could control me completely. Carmen was wise and mature for her age. The next time that I showed up at her place she was in a pair of loose boxer shorts and a sweatshirt. As I walked into her bedroom she excused herself and headed for the toilet. I noticed that the room had a faint but unmistakable musky smell of sex. I sat down at her computer curious as to what she was doing although I had a good idea. I couldn’t help myself so out of curiosity I clicked on the history part of the web browser. She had been at this site where there were images of a middle-aged guy with his whole package removed! I was taken aback. I didn’t know what to think. A grown man with no penis and no balls, I quickly returned the computer to her home web page before she came out of the bathroom.

As my shock of what I had just seen on the computer subsided I put everything out of my mind and I started to get aroused by just being alone with Carmen. I could tell that she was only wearing the sweatshirt and loose boxers and nothing else. I realized that her physical attributes were more than discreetly hidden by her modest choice of clothing when she was on campus. She was beautiful! That night she taught me a shortcut for differentiation that allowed me to check the tedious algebra that we drilled every day to obtain derivatives. She seemed to grasp the nuances of the subject even though I discovered that she wouldn’t be 18 until July 1st.

I was 21. I had a late exit from High School. That night she was distracting because of her apparel, but after we started to work time flew by so fast that she was ushering me out of the door at 11:30 P.M. This girl was fascinating. She aroused me and caused me to shudder with trepidation at the same moment. I hadn’t even tried to kiss her because her intellect intimidated me. Now the emasculated man haunted me. What?…why?…how could Carmen be interested in this? This confusion of emotion had never happened to me before. By the end of the evening I knew that in addition to a dream body occupied her Joe Boxers and I had been made to feel humbled by a 17-year-old’s intellect. Almost sub-consciously I was terrorized by her seeming interest in body modification. Wow! I knew what it was to live out the phrase “attracted like a moth to a flame”.

The next quiz I managed a “B”. Carmen had made her customary “A”. The test was Friday. That week we managed to study every night and I had even managed a Sunday evening study session after work. It was about at this time I noticed that Carmen’s mind was like a supercomputer. I discovered that she could multiply three-digit numbers in her head. I was astounded. We were just playing around and she could get an answer before I could punch the numbers into my calculator. It was just a reminder that I wasn’t as mentally dexterous as she was. I had written a paper about idiot savants in my Psychology 101 class in my freshman year. So far I had not seen any deficits that implied an explanation that Carmen possessed this mathematical giftedness for a reason. A one in a million, no, make that one in 4.5 billion because she was truly a unique human being. Her uniqueness, I was soon to learn, did not rest solely with her beauty or her mental attributes.

When the test came Friday we were ready. Carmen was the second person done with the test. As it turned out the first one done brought in a drop slip the next Monday before the test was handed back. After class Carmen told me that she would be going home for the weekend to celebrate her birthday with her family and some old friends. She told me that she would see me in class on Monday and gave me an extended soul kiss goodbye and grabbed my semi-erect penis while simultaneously pinching my ass. It was so unexpected that when I finally recovered and attempted to take the opportunity to attempt to grope her, I was too slow and she pulled away quickly and smiled exclaiming, “not yet, handsome.” “After my birthday I have a BIG surprise for you.” I was again terrorized by the flash of an image of the man with no genitalia. I quickly forced it out of my mind.

I knew that Carmen was becoming attached to me. I hadn’t actually planned on spending time with her that weekend but felt a familiar ache when I discovered that I wouldn’t be able to see her for a while and that I hadn’t been included in her birthday plans. I knew that I was smitten but I also knew better than to show it. When I show my feelings it always leads to disaster. Before Carmen had left we promised each other that we would be with each other exclusively and with no one else. I couldn’t bear the thought of being without her.

Then something strange happened as Carmen was leaving. Carmen and I walked out the door and she pulls this remote out of her purse and activated the garage door. As it opened inside sat a vintage DeLorean sports car gleaming with burnished stainless steel skin. My mouth must have dropped open because Carmen giggled at me. Another push of the remote button on her key ring and it fired off starting right up. Carmen winked at me and told that if I got in and that she would give me a ride home. She explained to me that the car was a present for her 16th birthday.

Damn it! It was happening again like it had in High School. As Carmen drove away in that car my heart sank. Something inside me told me that that nothing would be the same when she returned. The feeling would turn out to be prophetic. As I watched her leave my mind started racing. I was in fast forward thought as Carmen roared off into traffic.

I hadn’t been able to get Brenda out of my system until last spring. Brenda was my age, though. Now here I was, and I hadn’t learned a thing about taking care of myself. Now a girl who was not even 18 yet was nursing me along. Some man I am. I was falling again. Falling, but not falling because I was already there. Slam-dunked by a 17-year-old beauty. Talk about your slow learners, I must be a textbook case. I had hoped that I had learned enough in my previous relationships not to mess up things with Carmen. Still, something about Carmen seemed not to add up right. I muttered to my self, “Damned mathematics.” Maybe I needed to give myself another chance to get Carmen out of my system. Maybe I shouldn’t get involved with a girl who looks at men on the Internet with no cock or balls. Instincts were telling me get away from this girl. The thought of not being with her was already making me short of breath with a relentless ache in my belly.

I didn’t know what I would do without her and I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin things with her too fast because I still needed her help to pass that damned math class. Hell, piss on the math…I couldn’t bear being separated from her. I just knew that. I looked down and noticed that besides my raging hard-on that there was a growing wet spot of pre-cum on my jeans that showed from the outside. I had to have Carmen no matter what the price that I would have to pay.

(Stay tuned for part 2.)

(Please comment if you want me to finish this as I am trying some new techniques of character development and I need to know what you think.)