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.

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