Josie

September 1984 to October 1985

Status: Married four years (second marriage), one daughter from first marriage, two stepsons.

Meetings: Lost count.

Age: 35

I haven't talked too much about Cal Poly, yet. Sure, I touched on two women I met there, Andrea and Rita, who was my "official" girlfriend during some of my time with Josie. But for the most part, when I've talked about college liaisons, it's almost exclusively been about Chaffey.

And I haven't even touched on the University of La Verne yet.

So let's head back to Cal Poly.

I finished up all the general ed and speech classes that I could at Chaffey by June 1984 and transferred to Cal Poly. I took a couple of summer classes over a six-week period and had a few weeks until the Fall quarter started.

One of the classes I took in September was a business elective. My major was a hybrid of business and communication classes. So I took a couple of general ed classes and the elective I took was a class called "Starting Your Own Business." I had signed up for it because it really seemed interesting. You'd do a full business plan, the whole shebang.

"Heh heh......Ryan said 'she bang'...heh heh heh heh!"

And with my mom's experience in self-employment, the main project--designing your plan for starting a business from scratch--I figured I could choose to "start" a commercial photography business or even a studio.

Yeah, typical Ryan. Take a relatively easy and interesting class and look for a way to make it even easier. Like I've said, while attending Chaffey and Cal Poly, I was the very definition of a slapdick student.

So the first class met and I dutifully attended. I'd like to add here that while I was a fair to middling student at best, my full college GPA--Chaffey and Cal Poly--was respectable. And my attendance was excellent. But I'm wandering off course here.

I went to the class and sat down. I was a bit tired. I had scheduled all of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I figured it would be best to attend school six hours a day, two days a week. And having been at Poly since 8:00 in the morning, I was feeling the noon fatigue. Then again, maybe getting more than two hours of sleep the previous night would have helped.

Anyway, I took a seat in the back of the class. There were about thirty students or so there. The professor came in and passed out the syllabi and explained what would be expected. There were a few quizzes, a midterm, a final and a couple of written assignments. So far, so good.

Then came a little twist.

The professor announced that he was leaving for half an hour. And he told everyone to talk quietly, mingle a bit, and meet some new people.

What the fuck was this shit? I just groaned. First days of classes almost always entail the professor passing out syllabi and explaining a few things and dismissing the class. Most last fifteen to twenty minutes.

I met a few people, played the game, and all that. I turned to go back to my desk and saw a lady in her thirties sitting there. Oh well, meeting another person would be okay. Whatever. All I wanted was to go home and fall asleep.

I smiled and extended my hand.

"Hi. I'm Ryan."

"Hello, Ryan. I'm Josie."

I wanted to say it. Every fiber in my body screamed to say it. But I demonstrated actual willpower for a change and didn't.

She laughed. "Go ahead."

"And the Pussssssssssycatttttttsssssssssssssssssssss."

"Feel better?"

"Much."

I sat down and turned around, thrilled that I was able to make a reference to the great Josie and the Pussycats. And that's the first--and probably last-- time that I've ever referenced Josie and the Pussycats on Confessions.

"So, what's your major?"

"No major."

"Undecided?"

"No, I already have my degree. I have a degree in Theatre Arts from Pepperdine."

"You're an actress?"

"No, after I graduated, I got into doing makeup and hairstyling. I found that I liked being behind the scenes more."

"Work on any movies I might know?"

She smiled. "A few."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I want to open my own salon. Nothing big. I have some clients I actually travel to, and I'd like to keep doing that. But I'd like a small shop of my own I could keep open a few days a week."

"So you're really here to learn?"

She laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm actually kind of a nerd."

The professor came back in. He looked around and picked up his syllabus and said, "Oh yeah, there's one thing I forgot to cover. The project. You're going to pick a business you want to start, draw up a business plan, explain how you'll fund the initial start-up costs, all that. And in the last couple of weeks of the quarter, you'll give a twenty minute presentation to the class. And that, my friends, will be the easiest part."

Motherfucker. Oh well, I could still drop the fucking class. I hate giving oral reports. Then again, I could still knock it off pretty easily and just suck it up for the presentation.

The professor continued.

"Ah....what am I forgetting? Let's see.....32 students in here. Did any of you meet anyone you'd like to spend considerable time with for ten or so weeks?"

Oh fuck that shit. I didn't like group or partner projects. That was it. This wasn't a core class, it was an elective. Bye bye, shitty class.

"So start pairing up, people. I'll be back in ten."

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Care to help me open a hair salon? I mean, that's what you've always wanted, isn't it? That's why you're here, right?"

I like women with a sense of humor. And Josie certainly had one. I also like women with lots of money, but that's not really relevant to this entry.

"I'll introduce you to Melody and Valerie (the other band members in Josie and the Pussycats)."

"Deal. I've always had a thing for Melody."

"Me too. Hot platinum blonde thing. Bet she shaves."

I turned around and saw her laughing. Classic. A reference to a cartoon character shaving her happy zone. Really, it doesn't get much better than that. On my old Yahoo 360 page, I once posted a topless picture of Erin Esurance. I wish I could get a picture of Erin shaving Melody's pussy.

Bouncy, bouncy.

You know, if I actually found a picture of Erin fucking Melody, that might be it for sex for me. I'd just jack off to that a few times a day and be done with it. I'd divorce Alex, say goodbye to Lori, Shelly, and the rest of the girls and just spend my days envisioning Erin's hot tongue on Melody's wet pussy. For variety, I'd thrown in Daphne from Scooby Doo to join them. That would fucking rock.

Maybe not. I'd start to miss all the girls after a few months (or years).

Anyway, I just laughed and shook my head. Josie got up and took the desk next to me.

"Now that we're partners, we should sit together, huh?"

"That would be fine."

From my perspective, it made a lot of sense to partner with Josie. She was funny, already had done some research on opening her own place, was smart and interesting, and my participation would actually help launch a legitimate business.

I mean, it never hurts to throw some positive endeavors on the karma scale, does it?

The professor came back in and said that he'd see us all next Thursday and to "get out." The professor was quite mad in many ways, but very funny. Josie and I waited for people to leave and told him that we were going to be partners and what type of business we were planning to open.

We walked out of the building together and exchanged phone numbers.

"Well, nice meeting you Josie."

"You too. I'll call you tomorrow, that okay?"
"That's fine."

"Hey, is there a bar on campus?"

"It's ten after one. A little early, isn't it?"

"Huh. I didn't realize you belonged to the Temperance Society."

Smart ass. I guess I asked for it, though. At least that's what the huge smirk on her face said.

"Besides, I was going to buy you a beer. Since we're now best friends."

"That's very nice of you. But I'm on two hours sleep. A beer would put me into a coma."

"You wouldn't have lasted long at some of the parties I've been to."

"You always this much of a smart ass?"

"No. I have to pick my shots. How about coffee?"

Okay, I was wiped out. But coffee could wake me up some. And she did want some company.

"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"Okay."

"We go down to the cafeteria and I'll buy you a large coffee. I'll have one too. Well, tea. I don't like coffee."

"Well, I guess that would be...."
"You can walk behind me and stare at my butt."

Okay, now I was hearing things. I couldn't have heard that. My sleep-deprived mind had taken over and reverted to what it knew best: being a perv.

"What?"

"Oh, c'mon. You need some coffee for the drive home."

To this day, I'm not sure I really heard what I think I heard. I mean, I was sure she said it. Then again, I still think that I saw the Loch Ness monster swimming in Jim's pool one night in a polka dot bathing suit.

"Fine. You win."

"No. YOU win."

I know when I'm outmatched. So I told her that I'd go with her. I waited for her to start walking.

"Well?"

"Go ahead."

"Okay."

I followed her for a couple of minutes. She was wearing some nice, tight jeans and I was loving what I was seeing. So maybe she actually did say I could stare at her butt.

She turned and said, "This meet with your approval?"

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah, gotta tell you, you have good taste."

Okay, enough of that. I caught up with her and we walked side by side the rest of the way. I was surprised at how blunt she was. The "look at my butt" and "Melody's shaved pussy" comments had really gotten me wondering if she just had a wicked sense of humor (she did), if she just liked to flirt (she did), or if she was really looking for some fun (she was). I mean, I hadn't known the woman for two hours and she was telling me that I could stare at her ass if I would join her for coffee.

I got some coffee and Josie got an iced tea and we sat down at a table outside. We talked for about an hour about a variety of things.

Josie had met her first husband after she graduated from Pepperdine. She was working on a movie set when she met him. I actually knew the guy from movies and television. He wasn't a star by any means, but had gotten some steady work and eventually branched out into working as a producer after their divorce.

I guess the best way to describe his acting career would be imagine watching some show on television. You see a character and think, "Oh yeah....I've seen him. He was in....."

Anyway, they were married for seven years and had a daughter with whom they shared custody (who would've been eleven in 1984). After the divorce, they agreed to live in the same area for the sake of their daughter and got places in Glendora, about ten miles northwest of Pomona. It was a bit of a drive to the Burbank/Hollywood areas, but living there is pretty expensive. They also wanted to get their daughter into the suburbs.

After the divorce, she continued to work in Hollywood and Burbank and worked on film, television, and commercial sets. She became very experienced in most facets of cosmetology.

In 1979, she met her second husband on a blind date and was married a few months after that. She started her own side business and also spent some time doing hair in some of the local salons.

She asked, what "your story" was, and I told her. I was just a so-so student in college who had no clue what he was going to do in life. She smiled and said not to worry, that I'd eventually figure it out. Then she paused for a moment.

"Ryan, I know I'm a bit forward. I appreciate you being my partner."

"I like it. I like the fact that I'm actually going to help you open a real business, not just some business on paper."

"Well, if my comments were out of line, I'm sorry. I have a mouth, I know."

"Not at all. I like women with a sense of humor."

"So do I."

"Bisexual?"
"Uh huh. Well, when the mood hits."

We finally finished up our drinks. I knew I had just enough caffeine to get my tired ass home. Josie told me that she'd call me the next day or that I could call her. She said that she'd explain to her husband, Mike, that I was her partner.

We started checking in with each other on the phone almost every day, even on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And after each class, we'd grab some coffee and iced tea together. The conversations were always peppered with schoolwork, and sexual innuendo.

The third Wednesday of the quarter, I was home studying and my phone rang.

Josie.

"So hey. Studying?'
"Uh huh."

"Well, you could use a break. Talk a few?"

"Sure."

"So you have plans Friday night?"

"No. I'm working in Ontario for a few hours, but nothing at night."

"Hubby's in a bowling league. Then he goes out and grabs some beers afterward."

"So you want me to go bowling with your husband?"

"No, well, you could if you wanted. No, I was thinking maybe you could come over around five or so. He and his buddies grab some dinner before going to the alley. You and I could have dinner and spend some time on our project. We're partners and best friends now, remember?"

I had been planning on hitting one of the local watering holes to get some much-needed female companionship. But Josie was fun to be with and this was going to be a fun project. Fuck it. I could troll on Saturday night. Jim would be back from the Fresno job and we could go together.

"That sounds great. Five?"

"Yeah. I'll even let you stare at my ass again."

I had pegged Josie as a total goofball by this point. I really didn't take those type of comments seriously. She was a bit crass, but she was so funny. I really thought she was just a total bullshitter. She seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of me (so to speak) by saying that type of thing.

"Okay, but don't be a wuss. If you're going to show it, drop the pants and show it."

I heard a loud laugh.

"About time. I knew I'd finally get some sort of response."

"And shave yourself like Melody. And wear a blonde wig. I'd done beating around the bush."

Another loud laugh.

"If it's shaved, can you really call it a bush?"

And then it was my turn to laugh.

"That's not what I meant."

"Bullshit. See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

So Thursday it was back to Pomona for six hours of classes. Man, that seemed like such a good idea at the time I thought of it. But six straight hours of classes can be a real grind. But it was always fun to see my new best friend.

At noon, I walked towards the building and was almost there when I felt an arm slip around mine.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You mind? I mean, you wouldn't mind a pretty woman on your arm, would you?"

"Sure, you know of one?."

"How droll."

Okay, now I was starting to want to get into this woman's pants. But if I made a move and she really wasn't interested in sex, imagine how awkward that could get. We sat through class and after it was over, we grabbed some coffee and iced tea again.

"So what does your husband do?"

She started singing a little. "I am a lineman, for the countyyyyyyyy.....", doing an impromptu performance of the Glen Campbell hit.

The great Glenn Campbell

"Phone company tech?"

"Something like that. He's actually an area supervisor now. But I like singing that song."

"You sing well."

"What's better? My singing or my butt?"

Here we go again. This time, however, we found ourselves on a slippery slope.

"Your butt. Not even close."

"You know, I've heard about people talking out their ass, but never singing out of it. That would be something."

"Definitely."

"A personal question?"

"Okay."

"Why no steady girlfriend? Just like playing the field?"

"I've had a couple. But right now, you know, just not attached."

"Okay."

"My turn."

"Ask away. Whatever you want."

"Why did you and your first hubby divorce?"

"I cheated on him. He cheated on me. Don't know who cheated first. Doesn't matter."

"No, it really doesn't."

"Why didn't you go with Marie to San Diego?"

"She wasn't the one."
"You cheat on her?"
"A lot. You ever cheat on Mike?"

"Yes. Well, I have. Once."

We leaned back. The lightening round was over. I think we had "too much information" overload. A minute later, we continued.

"Ever fuck a married woman?"
"Plenty. Ever fuck a married man?"

"Plenty. You afraid of commitment?"

"No. Are you?"

"Sure, why not? Something about married women you like in particular?"
"Just works out that way. Why'd you cheat?"

"Which time?"
"Any time."

"Cuz I wanted to. Cuz I'm just that way."

"Cop out."
"And 'just works out that way' isn't?"

We sat back again and smiled. The best way to describe this is verbal jousting is that it was part chicken, part chess. And neither of us could think of a question that would result in checkmate. That didn't mean we weren't enjoying it.

"How many sexual partners?"
"Classified. Double digits."

"You shit, that's no answer," she laughed.

"How many for you?"
"Double digits. Favorite sexual position?"

"Doggy. I can control when I cum better that way. Yours?"
"On top."

"Shocking."

"Fuck you. Favorite hair color?"

"Brunette. Brown to be specific."
"Good answer."

"Multi-orgasmic?"
"Please. You need to ask?"

With that, she laughed and said, "Five o'clock tomorrow. Be there." Just to be sure, she did call me up that night to remind me.

I worked until about two that Friday and finished up the job. I got home and relaxed and then got myself ready to see Josie. I had all of my notes on the project ready to go and wore a pair of jeans and a dress shirt.

I took off for Glendora at about 4:30 and got there just a little after 5:00. Josie opened the door and said, "My, you look nice. Have a date later?"

She looked pretty good herself. She was wearing a pair of pink shorts and a t-shirt. Okay, so she would've looked good wearing a garbage bag. She was hot.

We went in and worked on our project for a half hour. Then there was a knock on the door. Our pizza was there. Josie paid the delivery guy and soon we were eating. And, of course, the conversation started up again.

"We're really ahead of schedule on this thing. Maybe you'd like a tour of the house after we eat?"

"Sure."

"Cool. Glad you could come over."
"Yeah, me too. Thanks for inviting me."

"My pleasure. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."
"You feel weird about our conversation yesterday? I kinda do. I feel like I was too pushy."

"You're a little forward. No big deal. I like that."
"Okay. I can push too hard, you know? Don't want to offend."

We finished eating and she grabbed my hand. "C'mon."

She showed me around her house. Very, very nice place. Then again, most of the houses in Glendora were pretty nice. She then took me into the basement.

"Whaddya think?"

Fuck. Mike had converted their basement into a rec room. Well, he was in the middle of the conversion. Dry wall, ceiling panels, and some carpeting. And a nice pool table.

Josie racked up the balls (on the pool table, you perverts--not my balls) and said, "Wanna play?"

I really hadn't played much pool, but so what.

"Sure. Colors versus stripes?"

"You bet. You break."

I drew the cue stick back when she said, "Care to make it interesting?"

"What do you propose?"

"For each ball you sink, I take off a piece of clothing. For each ball I sink, you do the same."

"You want to play strip pool?"

"Sure. Scared?"
"No, but I'll be naked before you."
"Fine by me."

I shot and the balls went everywhere--except into any of the pockets.

Josie grabbed her stick and sunk a striped ball. I took off a shoe and smiled. To shorten this a bit, three balls later, I was barefoot. She finally missed a shot. Off came a sandal. Then another sandal. And fuck it all, I missed the next one.

Two balls later, I was standing there in my briefs and t-shirt. And to make it worse, I was hard as a rock.

"That a cue stick or are you just glad to see me?"

She missed and it was my turn again. I tapped in a ball and she smiled and took off her shirt--to only reveal a tank top underneath.

"You wearing two bras, too?"

"Keep making shots and you'll find out."

I sunk another ball and Josie took off her tank top. One bra. I leaned over to take my next shot and she came over and placed her palm on my cock and rubbed a little. "Don't miss, now. Concentrate." And I did. Of course, I totally missed. But at least I tried to concentrate.

We took turns missing and she was back up. Another ball went into the pocket. Off came my t-shirt. "One more." And she sunk another one. And I pulled my underwear off and was completely naked, my cock sticking straight up in the air.

Josie put her cue stick down and picked up one of my balls still on the table and rolled it into a pocket. "Nice shot." Off came her bra. She grabbed another ball and put it into a pocket again.

"All tied. I guess we both won." And off came her panties.

She walked over and we wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing. I can still hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her body when it was pressed against mine. My cock was plastered against her stomach. I kissed her face, her neck and her chest. I brought my hands up to her breasts and felt her hard nipples.

Josie gently pushed me against the pool table and got on her knees. She looked up, smiled, and slid her warm mouth over my cock. I just groaned. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, licking my balls, and put my cock in her mouth again. I wanted the feeling to last forever. But a 21 year-old guy can only take so much.

I groaned and said that I was going to cum. Josie kept her mouth on my cock and held onto my hips with her hands. And I just unloaded into her mouth. It was a huge orgasm, and Josie swallowed most of it. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she wiped her lips with her hand.

She got up and I got on my knees. She leaned against the pool table and I started eating her out. She was already soaked. Her shaved pussy was slick and I immediately went to work on her. I sucked and licked her clit and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. She jerked a little and said, "That's it...that's it....."

I kept moving my tongue around inside of her pussy and it was driving her crazy. My face was getting wetter and wetter as her hands pulled me against her crotch. "Make me fucking cum, baby....I gotta cum.....feel like I'm going to explode."

She was gyrating her hips as my tongue darted in and out of her pussy. I could feel her body stiffen up and knew she was going to cum. I kept tonguing her and running my hands up and down her legs. Finally she let out a loud groan and came.

I stayed on my knees with my face still in her pussy. I could hear her breathing. She was shaking a little. We stayed like that for a minute. Then I got up and guided her onto the pool table so she was laying on her back.

Oh, you know what it was time for. The Pilot. It was perfect. Her pussy was still wet and slick and nice and lubed. Her right leg was hanging over the table and I reached down and started masturbating her. This was a nice, slow version of the Pilot.

As I worked, I leaned down and started sucking on her nipples. They were so hard and she just groaned as I massaged her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair and gently gyrated her hips.

Several minutes later, Josie was close again. I increased my speed and slid my middle finger inside of her pussy. I love doing this. It creates a simultaneous sensation on both the clit and inside of the pussy. She bucked, arched her back, groaned, said, "OH FUCK!" and came again.

She looked up and smiled. "You gotta fucking be kidding me. You're a freak."

I smiled and rolled her onto her stomach. She laughed and said, "Baby....you're killing me! What now?"

I didn't answer. I just climbed onto the table and spread her ass cheeks and started rimming her crack. "Oh fuck....can't believe you're doing this. I love this....love getting rimmed." That was good, because I loved doing it.

I rimmed her crack, kissed her ass cheeks, and then shoved my tongue into her tight ass. Josie was never one to keep quiet for long.

"Fuck baby! Really? Oh yeah! Gonna make me cum baby!"

Josie didn't even have the strength to play with her pussy as I rimmed her. She was laying there, her head laying on her hands, enjoying the whole process. It took several minutes, but I finally made her climax for the third time.

Mt. Baldy, March 1985.

I crawled up her and kissed her on the cheek.

"You fuckin' serious? That's what you do to a woman before you even fuck her?"

"Sometimes. But I always make her cum at least once and almost always twice or more."

"Good strategy."

She shifted and laid down on her side. She then patted the table so I'd do the same.

I climbed up and she smiled and pushed me down on my back with my legs hanging off the table. Josie then put her knees on either side of my head and leaned down and started sucking me again. I leaned forward and started running my tongue over her clit.

A quick question here: why does Blogger's spellchecker say "clit" is not a word? Like the old Tootsie Pop use to say, "The world may never know."

Going old-school here, biatches.

Anyway....

We kept this up (cue Beavis and Butthead saying "hehehehe He said 'up'!") for a few minutes. Then Josie had me slid all the way onto the pool table. She then straddled me and slid down my revived cock.

She rocked and gyrated for several minutes, smiling at me and playing with her nipples. Soon she came again and then started grinding and gyrating harder, trying to make me cum.

It didn't take too long before she achieved that particular goal. I came again, with Josie continuing to rock back and forth while I did.

After I came, she leaned down and kissed me and we crawled off the pool table, taking care not to leave any incriminating stains.

We showered up, got dressed, and went back upstairs to continue working on a project. I left about an hour later, just before her husband was due home.

Josie and I continued to see each other on and off for a little over a year. It was never anything too steady, but we'd get together now and again and go out for the day, go out to eat, or just to have some sex.

During that quarter, we did get to fuck quite a bit. We had a built-in excuse to see each other. After that, it was a little more difficult, but we made it happen (although not as often as each of us would have liked).

As for our project, we finished it up and got an "A". I ended up with an A for the course as well, and so did she.

In October of 1985, Josie and I got together for a quick session. Afterwards, she told me that we were going to have to end it. Mike's ex-wife was dealing with some serious health issues and they were going to take the boys in full-time. And that meant that Josie not only had her daughter to raise, but two boys as well. Between all that and her business, she just wouldn't have the time. And it was time for her to, in her words, focus on being an adult (something I've never truly been able to accomplish--not that I've tried all that hard).

We did stay friends though. And after graduating from La Verne, I even did some legal work for her.

Josie still works her business the same way she did in 1984. She's still in high demand and goes out to visit select clients. Her shop is open a few days a week for her local clients. Mike retired last year, having worked his entire career with the same company.

Josie just turned 62. I called her a few weeks ago on her birthday. She told me that she'll be calling it quits soon and she and hubby will be retiring in Arizona. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her to go back to celebrating her birthday.

She still looks wonderful. I'd love to lay her on a pool table and have my way with her again. I asked if she would mind if I posted an updated picture, she said, "Do it and I'll have your wife do an in-home sex change."

Ask a stupid question....

Oh, and Mike's ex-wife made a full recovery, I'm happy to say.

Josie