Donna

When: May 1987
Status: Boyfriend
Occupation: Retail management
Meetings: 1
Age: Early Twenties
Quotable:  "Work sucks, sex rocks."

I didn't have company one night in May of 1987. It was Friday night, and I had no work scheduled with Jim the next day and I was far ahead with my schoolwork. Jim wasn't available and neither were any of my active playmates.

I figured that I'd go out and get a drink. I thought if I got lucky, that would be great. If not, oh well.

There was a new bar that had opened up just a couple of weeks earlier called "Pager's". It looked pretty decent from the outside, so I figured that I might as well check it out. Since it was so close, I decided to hoof it and give my truck the night off.

I got there and man, you could almost hear the crickets chirping. Then again, it was only 7:30, so I thought things might pick up later.

I moseyed up to the bar and ordered a beer and started watching the (then) large screen television. I don't remember what was on. I was halfway done with my beer when I noticed a cute brunette at the end of the bar. She looked like she had just gotten off work and it didn't look like she had had a good day at all.

I looked over and smiled and said, "Bad day at work?"

"Mind your own business."
"Sorry."

Ouch. I hadn't been staring or leering at her or anything. I was just making conversation. But that's cool. Always remember: when someone calls you a name or is rude to you or whatever, that's a reflection on them, not you. So I just shrugged it off and went back to my beer.

The bartender was a real cute blonde lady whose name I never got. But one of us brought up the Dodgers and we were talking about them on and off. When the brunette told me to get lost,
the bartender rolled her eyes at me. You know you didn't do anything wrong when the tender of drinks has your back.

It finally started getting busy and another bartender reported for work to help the blonde handle the crowd.

I was just finishing up my second beer and was figuring to head out. I downed the remaining couple of gulps and left a few bucks under the mug for my bartender friend. I waved to her and started heading out the door.

I had just started my journey back home when I heard, "Excuse me?" I turned and saw the brunette who had been at the end of the bar.

"Can I help you?"
"Listen, sorry for being such a bitch."
"Don't worry about it. Have a good night."

I nodded to her and started to turn to leave.

"Buy you a drink? Or a cup of coffee? To make it up to you?"

Well, I'm a total lightweight where alcohol's concerned, so I really didn't want another beer.

"Okay, coffee sounds good."
"Cool. You have a car here?"
"No, left it at home."
"Well, there's a Denny's nearby. I'll drive you."

We walked over to her car and we got in.

"My name's Donna, by the way."
"Ryan."
"Good to meet you."
"Likewise."

We pulled into Denny's and went in and were seated.

"Listen, again, I'm sorry. It wasn't just work that was bothering me--although today was a shitty day."
"What else was it?"
"Boyfriend problems."
"That sucks."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"Had a girlfriend. We broke up in March."

Yeah, Georgie.....

"I'm sorry."
"Thanks, but it's okay."
"What happened."
"We just kind of drifted apart."
"Gotcha."

It was an odd conversation. The topics ranged from what I was doing for work, where we went to school, and her boyfriend problems. We'd start talking about Topic A and shift to Topic C, then A, then Topic B, etc.... It never felt like it ever had any rhythm to it. There were no real segues.

We'd be talking about her job and she'd just jump to something her boyfriend said, that type of thing. I guess the best way I could describe it is that some conversations flow naturally, and some just feel like work. She was all over the place.

But that was fine. She had a good sense of humor and was pretty friendly. Truthfully, I had no idea what was going to happen though. Maybe just a couple of cups of coffee and goodbye.

Donna worked at JC Penny in their management training program. She had graduated in January from Cal Poly with her Bachelor's in Business. She was still living at home with her parents until she and her boyfriend could agree on whether or not to move in together. She wanted to, he didn't.

Donna took this as a sign that he didn't want to commit and they had been arguing quite a bit over that. Needless to say, there were other issues they were dealing with as well.

Then she did another "jump". "So, did you like Cal Poly?"

"Oh yeah."
"Me too. Loved the parties. It was a fun time."

She had been out of school for a matter of months......

"Met my Rich (her boyfriend) at one. We were, there were about ten of us.....all sitting at some guy's place drinking and......"
"And?"
"You know....getting mellow....."

And there was my opening.

"Do you still.....get mellow?"
"Not lately."
"You want to?"

She giggled a little and grew quiet.

"You have some?"
"At my place."
"Maybe we could swing by your place and get it? I'd pay for some."
"No need to pay. You want to go get it?"
"Yeah....mind if we go back to my place after we get it?"
"Not a bit."

We paid the bill and Donna drove me back to my place. She waited in her car while I ran up and grabbed some joints, condoms, and a camera. Oh, and a change of clothes, of course.

"What are you waiting for?"

I got back down and said, "Should I just follow you?"

"Oh, I'll just drive you back in the morning. Hop in!"

I got in her car. She smiled and as she pulled onto the road said, "So what else is in the bag?"

"Oh, just a change of clothes."
"That all.....maybe I should stop at the store....in case, you know....."
"No, that's okay. It's covered."
"Well, it's not covered YET!"
"So your parents aren't home?"
"Nope. Away for the weekend."

Awesome. I hope they wouldn't mind me eating all their Doritos and snacks after lighting up some Motha Nature. Hey, fuck 'em if they couldn't take a joke.....

We got to her house and went inside. Then Donna said, "Let's, uh, 'mellow out' out back."

The back yard was set up nicely. The yard was professionally landscaped,--or at least looked like it was--there was a pool, jacuzzi, and a small changing room. Pretty nice, I had to admit.

We sat down and I lit up a joint. I took a long drag and handed it to Donna, who took a hit.

We destroyed that joint and lit up another. Donna was really in the mood to get fucked up. I knew that I'd be getting some great pics and some ass off of her that night.

We polished of the second and were really mUchO-FuCKeD up.

I pushed my chair next to her chair and we started kissing. I took my hand and rested it on her thigh and Donna lifted her ass and pulled her skirt up. I rubbed her pussy for a minute or so and then put my finger in my mouth to get it wet.

Donna spread her legs and she moved her underwear--what there was of it--to the side and I slid my middle finger into her pussy. She started gyrating her hips to the rhythm of my finger sliding in and out.

"Keep going....I'm close......"

I kept sliding my finger in and out as she moved her ass in her chair. Right when she stiffened before she came, I took my finger out and started rubbing her clit. She grunted loudly and leaned forward and came.

After she came, she said, "Fuck.....man.....nice.....made me cum sweetie......" She took a couple of breaths and lifted her head up and said, "Want me to suck your dick?"

I stood up and took my jeans and underwear off and sat back down. Donna took her blazer, shirt and bra off and leaned down so I could suck on her nipples while she stroked my hard-on. I ran my tongue around her nipples while she slid her hand all the way to my balls to the top of my cock.

Donna then got on her knees and ran her mouth up and down my shaft while her hand rubbed my balls. It didn't take long before I could feel that I was about to cum.

"Gonna cum, Donna."

She took another couple of trips down the shaft and pulled off and grabbed her shirt and covered my cock. I shot my load all over that shirt.

After I came, she pulled her shirt away and looked up at me. "Don't worry....it's cotton....."

I've made mention before of the fact that when you're high, absolutely everything is funny. And when something really IS funny, like that line Donna had about cotton, then it's hilarious. We laughed about it for a couple of minutes and then she sighed and said, "Well, uh....you fucked up as I am?"

I said that I was and we both laughed.

We went upstairs and Donna opened a window and turned on a fan and we started toking again. You know, because you can never be fucked up enough. Then she saw my camera and started a nice strip show.

After I was done clicking away, I took off my shirt and laid on my back. Donna got on top and we started 69ing. I rimmed her ass and then started running my tongue over her clit. I heard her start to groan and knew she was going to cum again. She let out a loud groan and came.

She got off me and said, "Fuck yes...."

I laid her on her back. This girl was definitely worthy of a visit from the Palm Pilot. I put my hand between her legs and started. She moaned a little and we kissed as my hand massaged her wet pussy.

Donna was already pretty worked up and it didn't take long before she was moaning that she was cumming. She stiffened a little, let out another loud groan and put her hand on mine pushing against it as she came.

Hey, the Pilot never minds a little company!

After she came, I kissed her and got up to get a rubber. Donna got on her hands and knees. I rolled on the condom and positioned myself behind her and eased my hard cock into her. She grunted and say "Oh yeah..."

I grabbed her hips and fucked her that way until she came several minutes later. I pulled out and Donna rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Instead of resuming the fuck right away, I crawled up between her legs and started eating her pussy again.

This drove her wild, especially when I started sucking on her clit. She came again and groaned and said, "Fuck me...."

I moved up and my cock slid right inside of her soaked pussy. I would've loved to make her cum again, but there was no way I could hold off. I started breathing heavily and groaning and Donna kept saying, "Cum for me, Ryan......cum for me....."

I took one last thrust and shot my load into the condom. I leaned down and Donna and I kissed for a few seconds and then I carefully pulled out the condom. Donna laughed and said, "That was awesome.....got any more you know?"

I did, but I didn't understand how she could possibly want more. But she did, and she ran down to the kitchen to get some more snacks and some beer. When she got back, we lit up and smoked some more and ate and drank.

Man, I shouldn't have smoked anymore. The beer, pot, and crap food weren't holding up well in my stomach. Finally, Donna went to take a shower and I did the ultimate disrespect to her parents house. I still feel kind of guilty about doing it.

Donna went to take her shower in the upstairs bathroom. I really didn't feel like walking in and puking as she showered. Maybe it's just me, but there's something about upchucking two feet away from the girl you've just been giving the shaft to.

So I figured her parents had a bathroom connected to their room. I staggered down the stairs, holding onto the bannister tightly. I had to move slowly. The world was spinning, my footing was shaky, and any unnecessary bumps or stumbles would send a disgusting torrent of snack splattering all over their really lovely light blue carpet.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around. I had to make this quick. I found her parents' room and flipped on the switch. And there it was, at the other end of the room: my temporary vomitorium. I felt the warning signs getting stronger and hit a corner of the bed, which sent me down the floor.

I clamped my hand down over my mouth and made it into the bathroom and really traumatized that poor unsuspecting toilet. It was so bad, I didn't turn the light on until I had flushed that thing twice. Then I flipped on the light and checked the rim, behind the seat, and the floor. Everything was clean.

Of course, I immediately felt better--except for the fact that I had invaded these peoples' bathroom to barf. Very not cool. Sure, nothing was harmed and they'd never know, but I do have SOME principles and one is that privacy shouldn't be violated. But I had no choice. 

When I staggered to the bedroom doorway, I said "Sorry Donna's parents. I didn't mean any harm," and went back upstairs.

A month later, the universe turned the tables on me regarding the sanctity of one's own home. It was a deserved irony.

I got my ass back upstairs and laid on the and waited for Donna to come out of the shower. A few minutes later she emerged and said, "Shower's yours if you want it! There are some towels in the hallway closet."

I thought a shower would really hit the spot. So I grabbed a towel and hopped in the shower. The hot water felt great. What didn't feel great is that I was so fucked up that another session of genital slapping wasn't going to be in the cards.

That's what pissed me off the most. I had overindulged. And I had not only overindulged, which is bad enough, but I did it to the point where I was going to lose some sex over it. That was just dumbass-stupid. The point was using indulgence to get as much sex as possible, to maximize the times I got laid. I clearly didn't do that this night.

I didn't even smoke pot unless it was to help me get a woman into bed. And here I was toking like some pothead at Woodstock.

Peace out, man. Your dick's wasted, man......

I figured that even if I couldn't get Mr. Happy up again, I could at least eat her out some more and make her cum a couple of more times. That would be pretty cool. Maybe that would wake up Mr. Passed Out Happy.

But it was a moot point. When I got back to the room, Donna was out like a light. I decided to call it a night. Maybe in the morning I'd have the reason so tear open another condom. I turned out the light and crawled into bed and passed out.

The next thing I remember is Donna pushing on my shoulders and saying, "Baby, wake up! My boyfriend's pulling into the driveway! Get up! Please!"

I jumped out of bed and staggered around and grabbed my clothes and bag and somehow made it downstairs without falling down. My mind was still trying to really grasp what was going on. Donna said, "Go get dressed in the changing room.....I'll try and get rid of him!"

I walked out onto the porch and was keenly aware of all the two-story houses that were around. The houses weren't the problem--the fact that they all had lots of windows was. So I covered myself up best that I could and made the quick journey to the pool house. It was only a few feet away from the covered porch but felt like I was a block away.

The ideal work outfit.

I got into the changing room/pool house/whatever it was and got dressed quickly and waited for Donna to come back out. She never showed. I waited for about a half hour and then I heard the sliding glass door being shut and then that click you hear when the door's being locked.

Oh fuck. That meant that she was leaving. Maybe she'd make an excuse and clue me in on what was going on. I waited.

Finally, I had to see what was going on. I snuck around the side of the house and crouched down by the gate. I could hear Donna and her boyfriend talking and laughing. Then I heard one car door shut. And then I heard the other car door shut. And then I heard the car start.

And then I heard it back up and pull away. Ah, but my troubles had only started.

I let my guard down and relaxed and walked back to get my bag. I was turning to leave when I hear someone say, "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing back there?"

Fuck, I hate neighbors.....especially the vigilant ones. Actually, I don't. You can't blame someone for looking out for his or her neighbors. But his vigilance wasn't welcome at this particular moment.

"I asked you a question! I'm gonna call the cops!"

Oh fucking great!

Sure, I could've said that I was there to see Donna. But that could've gotten back to her parents and possibly her boyfriend. And I was sure she hadn't deliberately abandoned me. I didn't want to cause her any grief.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........"

He went back inside the house and I bolted out of the gate and surveyed my surroundings. I needed to get out of not only the backyard, but that neighborhood as well. I ran down to the corner and looked around.

And there it was. Bonita High School. I darted across the street and found a nice hiding place under the football bleachers. What sucked is that I really had to stay there for at least an hour just to be safe.

Okay, maybe I was a bit paranoid. But better safe than sorry.

I'll tell you something you already know: sitting down with absolutely nothing to do for an hour is pretty boring. But I forced myself to stay put.

I did change, though. I figured if nothing else, I had a change of clothes. At least I wouldn't be reeking of pot.

I walked until I found a bank and withdrew some money from the ATM machine. Then when I found another pay phone, I just called a cab.

So that should be the end, right? Wrong. I was right about Donna. She didn't ditch me on purpose--she had no choice.

The following Monday, I was kicking back and watching some television when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out the peephole and saw Donna and opened the door.

Donna came in and said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am! I honestly couldn't get out of ditching you. I knew even if I made up an excuse to go back in, he might follow me. It was too risky to try and get back there to tell you what was going on."

"Donna, relax. It's cool. You did what you had to."

She let out a breath and said, "Thank you.....how'd you get home?"

"After your neighbor went to call the police, I hid at the high school and then called a cab."
"I nearly freaked when I heard about that! I felt so bad!"
"That's okay. At least he didn't have a gun."
"Yeah. He's not a bad guy, just, all into neighborhood watch, you know?"

She wanted to reimburse me for the cab fare, but I refused. We talked for awhile and she was talking about how much fun Friday night had been. The reason her boyfriend came by that Saturday was to show her an apartment he had found for them. She loved it and they'd be moving into it in a couple of weeks. Then she said, "Well, I guess I'd better get going......unless...."
"Unless?"
"Well.....probably the last chance before I move in with him...."
"I'm sorry?"
"One for the road?"

Two fucks, a Palm Pilot, and several Donna orgasms later, we kissed goodbye. I never heard from her again.

As for Pager's, I managed to pick up a few ladies there over the next few months. About a year after it opened, it was sold and renamed, and this happened a few more times over the next couple of years until the last owner just shut it down. That's odd, as most bars don't really suffer for business. I think the location wasn't all that good, though. It's the only reason I can think of.

That and none of the owners actually knew what kind of bar it should be, a nightclub type of bar, a sports bar, a Cheers-type bar, a Chili's type of place, singles bar, etc..... Each guy who bought it had his own idea. Finally, the few people who stayed faithful to it--and there weren't many--just gave up.

For Donna's pictures, click here (members only).

P.J.

When: May 1983
Status: Live-In Boyfriend
Occupation: Actress
Meetings: 1
Age: 21

Recently, ABC announced the cancellation of All My Children and One Life To Live. If you're in your twenties or early thirties, you don't know just know how popular soap operas were at that time.
And not just among homemakers. College students, men, women, you name the demographic, it followed one or more soap operas. Congress would even adjourn to watch a certain soap (I can't remember the exact one). Back when I was in high school, I watched General Hospital with Christie, my first girlfriend, and then Dez, my second girlfriend.

I've always thought that GH was the catalyst for this boom, due to its Luke and Laura storyline. I'm sure some will argue differently. But no matter the cause or causes, soaps were huge. Now, that genre is coming to an end. Of ABC's famed lineup of Ryan's Hope, All My Children, One Life To Live, and General Hospital, only GH remains, and probably not for long.

It's sad. I've always felt that the best and hardest-working actors and actresses were the ones on the soaps. So with that lead-in (pun fully intended), let's move along. It was the Friday night before the Memorial Day weekend back in 1983. Jim and his family took off to meet some friends down in Baja, so I didn't have any work lined up for that weekend. My parents took off for a five-day trip to Vegas, and I was all by my lonesome.

I had just started laying it to Kendall, but remember: never turn down a chance to get laid. And I was pretty happy about sticking it to her and felt that the perfect way to celebrate my freshest poach would be to get laid.

There was a new dance club that opened up in Pomona called "Vicious Blue". It closed almost the minute it opened. If you blinked, you missed it. And I'd like to add that you didn't miss much. Anyway, it had just opened, so I thought I'd check it out.

I got there and went in, and well, it was pretty shitty. I'm sure that they had bought all the decor from some out-of-business disco from 1976. The club's name was right on: everything was blue to the point where it overwhelmed you. I looked around and debated whether or not I really wanted to stay. But I figured that I might as well have a beer and then pick up my true love on the way home--In N' Out.

I was sipping my Bud Light when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw this really cute blonde girl. "Hey, can you help me out?"

Great. Some chick wants cab fare, a joint, a ride home, or whatever.

"Depends."
"See that guy, in the corner.....don't let him see you looking.....look now, quick!"

I glanced over but didn't see him. Whatever.

"What about him?"
"My bitch friend left me here. Picked up a guy. Now that dude won't leave me alone. Can you just act like you're my boyfriend or something? I told him that I had a boyfriend here, he wouldn't believe me. If he sees us together, maybe he leaves me along you know? I'm Patty Jo by the way, my friends call me P.J."

Sheesh. That's how she talked as well; a mile a minute.

"Okay, sit down, we'll pretend we're together."
"Cool, thanks buddy!"

So she sat down and we had a couple of drinks and talked. At one point--supposedly for this guy's benefit--she leaned over and planted a nice kiss on my lips. I can't say that I minded that too much. From what I was able to glean from P.J.'s running narrative was that she and her boyfriend Glen were originally from Michigan.

They had moved out to southern California to pursue careers in the movie industry. Glen had done some work as a camera man back in Michigan, and P.J. had done some acting in community theater (don't laugh--everybody starts somewhere, folks). So why not come out to the Golden State and pursue their dreams?

Sure, it's cliche. But how do you think cliches get started in the first place? I found that once I had gotten used to P.J.'s hyperactive personality, I found her to be really charming. She seemed genuinely nice. "So, anyway, Glen's out working a movie, on location,"--no, I don't remember the name; it was b-horror type flick--"and my friend and I went out to dance, you know. We're bi, and kinda thought we'd have a date, you know? Then a cute guy saw her and she kissed me and took off. Kinda blows."

Conversing with P.J. was easy--all I had to do was nod. "So, that guy starts hitting on me, won't take no, all that. So I saw you alone and figured maybe you'd help me out and you did, so I'm really grateful you know?" I nodded. P.J. looked around. "Well, I guess he's gone, Ryan. Thank you. I'll go call a cab or see if a friend can come get me....."

Good balance is important.

Then she looked at me. And what she said, without actually saying it, was, "Unless you'd care to give me a lift?"

I laughed a little and said,"Where do you live?"

She grinned. "Azusa too far away? I live close to Azusa Pacific."

Maybe a half hour at most. Up the 57 to the 210 and go west for a few miles. And I knew the area around Asuza Pacific University pretty well--I had "dated" a nice lady that lived close to the school.

So P.J. and I walked out to my car and I drove her home. When we I pulled up to her place, she said, "I really appreciate this. Wanna come in, get a drink for your troubles Ryan?"

Hey, why not? We went into her living room and she grabbed a couple of beers. I didn't think that I was going to be staying--P.J. hadn't said a thing that would indicate that she wasn't exactly faithful to her boyfriend. So I nursed that beer. We talked for awhile and she said, "Wanna see some of my stuff?"

P.J. had gotten some bit parts and some work in local commercials. I told her that I'd love to see it. I have to admit, she was pretty good. After we were done, I told her I thought that she was really good. She smiled. I don't know if she believed that I was sincere, but at least she seemed to believe it. "You're nice. Thanks Ryan."

Then she excused herself and a minute later came back with a joint. "You cool with this? Don't worry, you won't have to leave until you come back down." "Oh yeah." She lit that mutha up and took a big toke and passed it to me. She held the smoke in and exhaled and I took my hit. As I held Miss Mary Jane in my respiratory system, P.J. said, "Man, I love this shit. Wish I could do it every day."

She laughed. "But, hey, a girl's gotta work..... Hey, I got an audition lined up for Passive Emotions on Wednesday. Not a big role, but it's recurring, so I'll get some more work. Who knows, right?"

We passed happy plant between us a few times and soon we were both feeling really good. P.J. slid up next to me and squeezed my hand. "Pot makes me....you know...."

"Uh huh....."
"Glen's away till next Saturday....."
"Uh huh......"

She giggled, "Uh huhhhhhhh...."

"So, maybe if you don't have plans, you could spend the weekend with me? I'll make it worth your time....."
"I'd love to......"
"Just when it's over, you know......on Tuesday morning....."
"I forget your name and where you live....."
"Yeah...that cool?"
"Yeah, that's cool."
"You're fucking cool. Kiss me...."

I leaned over and we started kissing. Our tongues started pushing against each other and P.J. started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I took my hand and slid it up under her shirt and bra and squeezed her breast. I pushed her down on her back and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. P.J. lifted her ass up and I pulled her panties and jeans off.

P.J. on the prowl.

P.J. then draped one leg over the couch and stuck her other leg out so she was spread wide for me. I leaned down and ran my tongue up and down her pussy. She groaned and said, "Oh yeah...."

P.J. then reached down and spread her lips so her clit was exposed. Hey, I can take a hint. I ran my tongue over her hard clit repeatedly, making her moan and squirm. She loved me focusing my attention there, so I slid my finger into her wet pussy and worked it around while I stayed on her clit. "Fuck....you know how to eat pussy Baby.....I'm gonna cum baby......"

Right when P.J. was starting to cum, I sucked her clit as hard as I could and slid my finger in and out of her as fast as I could. She groaned, bucked, and came, arching her back and throwing her head back as she did. "C'mon...put it in me....."

I got out of my pants in record time and mounted her. It was a bit awkward, but I managed to find my balance and slid my aching cock inside of her. "Fill me up.....fill up my pussy with your cum baby......" There was no way I was going to last long. She was too warm and too wet and I was already on the edge to begin with. And P.J. urging me to cum certainly didn't help--well, it did, but it didn't help me stave off the inevitable.

I took several hard thrusts into her. "C'mon....fuck my pussy.....I'm your whore......"

That did it. I took a final thrust and emptied the content of my balls into her pussy. I caught my breath and said, "Sorry P.J. I couldn't hold off." She giggled and said, "Don't worry about it. Didn't expect you to. It's cool!"

She pulled my head down and we kissed some more and then hit the shower. We got out and dried off and then laid down on the bed. P.J. grabbed another happy stick and lit it up. When we were done, the room was spinning and we were making out, with her hand stroking Mr. Happy. I knew that if I wanted to take the Palm Pilot out of the hangar, I'd better do it soon. So I started going down on her again, getting her nice and wet.

Then I got on my side and started rubbing her pussy. She sighed and started gyrating her hips slowly. I laid my head on her stomach and P.J. ran her hand through my hair. "That feels nice...." I kept putting pressure on her clit--that was her "go-to" spot, so to speak. Eventually, I felt her hand lift up and land gently on my back and start pushing. "Gonna cum....gonna cum....."

She started grunting and groaning and lifted her ass up. I slid my finger inside her pussy as she came. She laid there, breathing heavily for a few moments. "Fuck.....made me cum hard, baby...."I knew that I wanted to make her cum again before I fucked her for the second time. I went up and we kissed for a bit. I kissed my way down her throat and down to her tits, where I sucked and played with her nipples for a few minutes. Then I got up on my knees--no easy feat as the room felt like it was cresting with the waves of the Pacific Ocean--and guided her onto her stomach."Whatcha doin' baby?"

I didn't answer. I just started massaging her shoulders and then working my way down her back to her ass. Then I leaned down a planted a kiss on her ass cheek. P.J. giggled and said, "I didn't tell you to kiss my ass, did I?"I laughed and squeezed her ass cheek. Then I spread her legs and moved between them and started rimming her ass. "Oh fuck.....yeah.....kinky, baby......" P.J. lifted her hips up so she could play with her clit while I rimmed her. When I felt her nearing another orgasm, I slid my tongue into her ass and drove her over the edge.

After she came, she said, "You gotta fucking be kidding me...." She then reached under the bed and handed me a tube of lubricant. She looked back at me, smiled, and said, "Since you like my butt so much...."

This was true. I had grown very fond of her butt.

I first lubed up Mr. Happy and then my finger and slid it gently into her ass. P.J. groaned a little and laid her head on her hands. I mounted her and gently eased my cock into her tight ass. When I was all the way in, she squeezed her ass hard--and that almost made me lose my load again. I slowly slid in and almost-out of her ass several times, enjoying each stroke. P.J. said, "Let's get on our side....."

We positioned ourselves on our sides and P.J. lifted her right leg up in the air. I slid my cock into her ass again and reached over and helped her hold her leg up. She started rubbing her pussy as I increased my speed. We could only keep this position up for a few minutes, though. Her leg was getting tired and so was my arm. So I pulled out again and laid on my back. P.J. straddled me reverse-cowgirl style, and eased my cock inside of her ass again. She slid up and down--a couple of times, I slid all the way out and had to reinsert Mr. Happy again--and watching my cock disappear into her ass and reappear was incredibly hot.

After several minutes, she came as I shot my load into her tight ass. We took another shower and passed out. Around four in the morning, we started waking up and began kissing. We were still pretty messed up, and P.J. managed to kick the sheets off after a brief struggle. She then got on top of me so we could 69. She went down on each other until I was hard and she was wet.

P.J. then turned around (kicking me in the head as she swung her foot around--not that it hurt, just that it shows how fucked up we still were). Then she eased herself down my cock and rocked back and forth while she played with her tits. I just relaxed and let P.J. set the rhythm. We fucked for ten minutes--well, really, that's just a guess on my part--until she came.

Then she really started putting pressure down on me, grinding and rock hard, until I filled her up with the rest of my reserves. P.J. then eased off my cock and passed out again. I watched the room spin a bit and then joined her. It wasn't until noon the next day when we both woke up at the same time.

She was on her stomach and I was on my back. She opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Hey."

Then her eyes opened wide. "Oh shit! I'd better check the answering machine!" I heard her play the message. It was her boyfriend calling to see how she was doing. "Fuck. He left this last night. Shit." She left a message for him to call her back. Later on, when he did call back, she explained that she and a friend had gone out for a few drinks and she was a little drunk when her friend dropped her off.

From what I gathered, he wasn't too pleased, but that was better than the whole truth. After she left the message, we ran out and grabbed a bite to eat and then headed back to her place for another round of beer, pot, and sex. The following two days were the same. On Tuesday morning, I woke up around eight. P.J. was getting ready for her audition and I grabbed a quick shower and got dressed.

P.J. made some much-needed coffee and we sat and had a cup. We had really enjoyed that long weekend, and neither of us was anxious to see it end. Then a thought came over me.

"You didn't get a chance to practice or learn your lines." P.J. laughed and tossed me her lines.

"You be John." She knew them. Had them down cold. We talked some more and then she looked at the clock. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess it's time."

I gave her a kiss and we walked out to our cars. Of course, I had to say it.

"Break a leg."
"Thanks!"

So what happened to P.J. after all that? She ended up acting on Passive Emotions for four years, that I do know. But the role never ended up as anything but an occasional deal. She had some decent roles in some B movies, got a couple of small gigs on a few dramas, but that was it. After 1988, there's no career record for Shannon Alston (not her real stage name, of course).

So I looked under her real name. Those results just led me back to the Shannon Alston results. Fucking drove me crazy. FINALLY, in 2004, I found a "Patricia Jo Muranskie-Smith" (not her real name; don't bother googling it). It was the name of someone with a blog written that focused on occupational therapy. I figured, what the fuck. I might as well see if it's her.

So I found her email and sent her a letter.

"Ms. Muranskie-Smith, This will sound weird, but were you an actress back in the 1980s? The lady I knew went by 'P.J.' and acted under the name Shannon Alston. I met her at a horrible dance club in Pomona, CA in 1983 and gave her a lift home. She mentioned that she was going to audition for Passive Emotions, and she got the part. I followed her career as closely as I could, but she seemed to just disappear in the late 80s. Anyway, if this isn't you, sorry for the bother."

The next day, I opened my email and found the response.

"Hey Ryan :) Yes, it's me. It's so flattering you remember me; I always remembered you. Quite fondly, I might add! So what happened to me?

After that weekend, I auditioned for Passive Emotions and got the part, as you obviously know. On top of that, I was getting commercials and other small parts. It wasn't the stardom I had dreamed of, but it was fun, gave me the opportunity to do something I loved, and paid the bills. And that's a lot more than most aspiring actors and actresses can say. Glen caught me cheating on him about a year after our weekend.

He kicked me out and I was luckily able to keep my head above water. He never forgave me. I understand, but wish he could if only for his own peace of mind. He still lives and works in Hollywood--or as I call it, 'Hollow-Wood'--as far as I know. In 1988 I was still getting work, but I was miserable. So I sat down and tried to figure out why I wasn't happy. And I wasn't happy simply because I didn't love what I was doing any longer. So I moved back to Michigan and back in with my parents and went back to school to become an occupational therapist. In 1993, I met a great guy and we got married. And then one daughter arrived...and then another. LOL

I do have a confession. That guy I said was bugging me? He didn't exist. My friend did leave me there, though. I saw you, and thought we could have some fun. We did, didn't we? LOL Talk to me. Did you ever get married? What do you do?

We exchanged several emails and caught up. We still touch base now and again. She's not as hyper as she was back then, but she's still incredibly funny and upbeat. She has a couple of girls she hooks up with when she feels the need (she's very discreet about it and has her husband's approval). And yes, she gave me permission to do this entry and show the pictures--on the condition that I cut her face out and change all relevant information.

And I'd better--she said that she'd come by to check it out and if I didn't follow her orders, she was "gonna kick your ass, pal!"

Yes, P.J. Whatever you say.........

Anyway, since P.J. was an actress back in the day, she couldn't resist an encore. She sent some pics taken not long ago of her playing with her husband. She sent them and told me to publish them with her face cut out. So the first slideshow are the pics of P.J. back in 1983 and the second set are obviously more recent. She's still gorgeous.

P.J.

P.J. Now