Newport Beach, June 1984
When: July 1982 to December 1985
Status: Boyfriend
Occupation: Maintenance Savant
Meetings: 100 +
Age: 22
Quotable: "Coffee for Trish?"
One evening several months ago, my goofball wife came into my office and had me bring up realtor.com.
"Why?"
"You'll see. Now hit 'Just Sold'."
She then had me put in my hometown and click the search button.
"Keep scrolling......right there."
It was my old childhood house. It had just been sold (duh) for over 400,000 dollars. It's a 1400 square foot ranch. On like 6,000 sq. feet of land.
400,000 fucking thousand dollars. My parents bought it in the 70s for around 70,000. Sold it in the late 80s for $98,000.
Four hundred fucking thousand dollars? Wow. Talk about working for your mortgage payment.
Don't worry. It ties into this entry (well, a little). Oh, and there's a lot more non-sexual details I'm throwing into this entry as well.
And here we go....
Mobile home parks were very, very good to me. Money-wise, chick-wise, they were very, very good to me.
This time, it was awesome. Bob had several mobile home jobs in an upscale to very upscale mobile home park in the foothills of Alta Loma.
These mobile homes rented out around $3,000 or month and higher. They were actually owned by the owner (duh) of the park himself. This was an upscale park in an insanely beautiful area in the foothills.
Don't make the mistake of thinking all mobile homes and mobile home parks are dumps. Many parks and mobile homes are awesome. But, unfortunately, people are stuck with the run-down, shitty mobile home park image in the minds.
This wasn't the case.
Anyway.....
So one day in July, 1982,I drove up to the park. It was called Brindlewood Commons.
Brindlewood Commons was very nice. And the owner, Don, had just purchased a bunch of run-down double-wides for pennies on the dollar. And he wanted Bob--who in turn wanted ME--to restore them to their former glory.
Dude was like an OG mobile home flipper.
His wife Carolyn had a hot ass, too. But that's neither here not there (nor in my face.) Everything about Carolyn was raging hot. 31 and W-O-W! And she was such a nice lady, too.
But back to Don. He's pushing 70 now. Lives on this sprawling ranch in a mansion in Wyoming with the lovely Carolyn. Worth hundreds of millions.
Some people strike it filthy rich because they have an idea....are in the right place....right time....and take advantage of favorable circumstances. My hat is off to them.
Other people, like Don....for lack of a better word, they're visionaries. They can see trends, where things are going, ten, twenty years down the line. And when it came to business, particularly real estate, Don was a visionary.
In late November 1981, I had done a quick job on one of his new arrivals and Don came by and was thrilled. So he drove me down to the Steer N' Stein for a steak lunch.
Cheap, Don was not. Whenever I worked on one of his flip-to-rent mobile homes, I always got a nice double-dip in pay and usually a nice, juicy steak. Bob would pay my wages, and Don would tip me quite generously. He'd do the same with Jim.
On the way back after lunch were driving by houses. Houses like the one I grew up in. Smaller ranch homes, some two-story homes, all around 1100 to 1600 square feet or so. Tract homes, etc....
"These home owners have no idea that their houses will be worth a few hundred thousand easy in twenty or twenty five years."
I just looked at him like, "WTF"? These were like 90,000 max--during a hot market.
He smiled. "It's true. Just remember who told you this first. It's why I've bought twenty and am renting them out. And I'm going to keep buying as many as I can. I'm hoping to get at least 100 of them. One day, I'll cash in."
I assume he cashed in around 2005 or so. Maybe even earlier. Filthy rich visionary guys and gals are also patient. The thing is, he KNEW. He didn't think it would happen. He knew. His plan was to buy them and rent them out and then, eventually, sell them at a gigantic profit..
But back to July 1982.
Around 8:30 or so one hot morning, I pulled into the carport of the first mobile home. Yeah, I could even tell from the outside that it would need some serious work. That was fine. Mo' work for Ryan meant mo' money for Ryan.
Which meant mo' In N' Out for Ryan.
I was checking the skirting when I heard a couple arguing in their carport. Their single-wide was up on a little ridge. It seemed a little odd; as that was Jack's--the maintenance guy-- place. Jack was in his thirties and in the middle of a divorce, so I don't know who he was arguing with.
Jack's wife Lana had left about two months earlier. Jack had always been a know-it-all pain in the ass to me and everybody else. So I repaid him by repeatedly fucking his wife the weekend before she took off to Seattle. He had gone to San Diego to let her pack and she asked me to help. And help I did.
But that's really for another entry. It'll probably be published soon (like, in, 2024).
But anyway, shut the fuck up, couple that is arguing. Nothing worse than hearing people argue. That's not good. Personally, I didn't care if they were shooting arrows at each other as long as I didn't have to hear them scream from the pain. Maybe it was a hooker Jack was refusing to pay.
LOL People in the West End of the Inland Empire who are old enough will remember this. There's a truck stop just off the 10 freeway--I think it's on Milliken Ave. Back in the 80's, that place was the pits. You could just go down there and get the skankiest piece of hooker ass for like 20, 30 bucks and have a high time in your car if you wanted.
The Ontario Truck Stop.
Now, it did eventually get cleaned up, and cleaned up nicely. In the mid-80's, maybe a bit later, the owners or whoever got rid of the hookers, and the drugs, and the horrid elements that infested that place and it became a really safe place for truckers and people traveling the 10. But for awhile, whew.
So I could see good ol' Jack driving his car down there and banging some hookers. I really could. He was just that kind of ladies man. LOL
But back to the arguing...
Maybe, Lana was back. And maybe she got pissed and just to piss him off more, she told him about me fucking her the weekend before she left and Jack would see me and come over and try kick my ass.
If that was the case, I could always deny it. And while I really wasn't a tough guy, I could certainly kick Jack's sorry ass.
I went inside the mobile home. Ugh. Yeah, trashed out. And both the front and back doors needed to be replaced.
I went back outside and saw some dude I didn't recognize leaving Jack's place.
Huh? Whatever.
Peace and quiet.
I pulled the ladder out to check the roof. Yeah, fuck....it needed seal coat. At least it didn't need the roof panels replaced. I hated seal coating roofs. It's hot, the seal coat is heavy, and it's rather tedious. Throw in the very real possibility of stepping in the wrong place and falling through the roof and it isn't a task even close to enjoyable. Most of the time, you're crawling on your hands and knees, just so you don't create a new sun roof.
Oh, I'm sorry. Corporate America has renamed them "moon roofs"--my mistake.
No wonder Don was rich. He bought them for five bucks, paid guys like me to fix them, and then sold/rented them for a fortune.
OG flipper, baby.
Well, at least I could beat the heat (if not my meat-hahahahaha!). When I needed to seal coat, I always tried to do it as early as possible. And a couple of hours later, I was patting myself on the back for knocking out that part of the job.
You didn't have to coat the whole roof. You'd just coat the seams where the metal panels overlapped. And you'd put seal coat around any vents, etc. And if you saw any rust spots, you'd just put some on those. Not complicated at all.
Usually, we didn't bother painting the roof on the bank repos. The banks didn't want to pay anything more than they already had to dish out. And a painted roof....well, nobody really sees mobile home roofs anyway as most of them are flat. But Don went that extra mile.
Now that I'm done with this installment of This Old Mobile Home, I'll return back to the entry.
Since I was already playing with seal coat, I decided that I might as well do the driveway. so I pulled the truck out of the carport and parked it in front of the mobile home.
I was about halfway down the driveway when I heard someone say, "Excuse me."
I turned around and saw this gorgeous brunette at the end of the car port (which also needed repairs).
"Yes?"
"Hey, hi. Uh, hey, listen, sorry about you having to hear all that."
Ah, it was the girl who had been arguing with her husband, who I thought was Jack but wasn't Jack.
"No problem. Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. Sometimes my boyfriend and I get a little loud."
Ah, it was the girl who had been arguing with her boyfriend who I thought was Jack but wasn't Jack.
"Hey, it happens. Sometimes couples fight."
"Yeah....we kinda fight a lot. You and your girlfriend fight?"
"No current girlfriend."
"Well, again, sorry. You're Ryan, right?"
Wow. My reputation proceeded me.
"Uh.....yeahhhhh......"
"Trish."
"Nice to meet you."
She started climbing up the ladder and said, "You too."
Okay, this was weird. But at least I could check out her ass as she climbed up the ladder. And it was glorious.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
"Checking your work."
"And why are you checking my work?"
"Just giving you a hard time. Nice job. The seal coat's even. Most people just slop it on like mashed potatoes. Seriously, Don didn't mention me?"
"No."
"Gee, great to be recognized for all my work around here! Thanks Don! I'm his maintenance guy. Well, his maintenance chick."
Yeah, Don. You could've mentioned that you had a new maintenance person. I had been wondering why the old one, Jack, hadn't been by to say hello and how I was doing everything wrong, or to threaten to kick my ass for fucking his not-for-long wife.
As it turns out, Jack had ended up leaving to move to Nevada not long after Lana left. And Trisha was definitely more enjoyable to look at. And far smarter than Jack could have ever hope to have been.
Anyway, I'll give Don credit. He believed in this lovely girl enough to hire her to handle all the maintenance around his
Don, YOU ROCK, brother! Don, if you're reading this, I totally respect you for empowering beautiful women and giving them opportunities to shine!
But did somebody say "Shine"? You know it! It was me! Hey.....let's take a Hilary Duff break!
You're welcome, Poacher Nation!
If you think I'm making fun of Hilary, you are wrong. I just listened to this song four times. And, as the kids say, Imma keep it 100 percent here: if Lady Gaga put this song out, everybody would be like, "THAT'S AN AWESOME SONG!"
Love and embrace Hilary, Poacher Nation. And fuck Miley No-Talent Train Wreck Cyrus.
Anyway.....
I took Trish into the mobile home and gave her the rundown on everything that needed to be done.
By the way, I wasn't surprised to see a "maintenance chick". What DID surprise me was a somebody so young knowing all the shit that she knew. She was a repair savant.
But how? So we toured this double-wide and she was pointing out this, that, what she'd fix, this that.....
Oh, and Don wanted central air in it. Trish checked under the mobile home with a flashlight.
"Yeah, I can do that. No problem. The duct work is all there, I think we'll just have so replace some of it. Okay, I have to go fix some shit. I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Awesome meeting you, Ryan! I'm looking forward to working with you."
"Me too. Great meeting you."
And with that, she was on her golf cart.
The next day, I was there at six in the A.M. It was going to be a long, profitable summer for your favorite poacher. VERY profitable. No summer school, not a lot of days off.....but lotsa money. I was just hoping to have some time for some poaching. I had a few I was already involved with, and I needed to keep those relationships going.
Married women do not like to be ignored when being poached. Fuck, they reason they're poachable in the first place is because their husbands usually ignore them.
But your boy would do what needed to be done that summer. And so much more.
This day, I would be starting out ripping out the skanky carpet (70s burnt orange shag, blech) and tearing out the floor boards and replacing them (except for where we need to access the areas for the ducts). And, depending if and when my new friend Trish showed up, installing the ducts.
At one, I headed out to In N Out. I had pretty much done all I could with the flooring until Trish could come help. But that was fine. I went to grab lunch and sat in the air-conditioned In N Out. I figured that I'd start on replacing the PVC pipe under the sinks in the kitchen and bathrooms.
I drove back to work and it wasn't long before I had finished up replacing the pipe. Then I looked around and decided to start pulling down the paneling. While the orange carpeting was ugly, it sure wasn't helped by the fact that this home had--wait for it--dark brown paneling--in every room.
She slipped into something a little more comfortable.
Honestly, I don't know what they previous owners were thinking. Maybe.they though brown and orange would work. And a lighter brown could have. Maybe they were trying to match the kitchen cabinets (which oddly enough, were in great shape). Or maybe they just dug the Halloween vibe.
Beats me. But all that dark brown really looked bad AND made the place feel very small. So I started pulling it down. I didn't take long to get every ugly piece down. I tossed all that crap into the huge dumpster out front and went back in. The place looked so much bigger.
Thankfully, I didn't find much wall damage, either. I'd be able to do some patchwork and paint the interior the next day.
I was happy. I didn't know if I was happier with how the place looked or the fact that I'd be earning a fortune that summer. It was projecting to be a 70-80 hour weeks, which is a ton of hours. But it didn't matter--I wanted the money and I loved the work. And with Jim spending the summer working down in south Orange County and San Diego, all that work was mine.....all mine!
I'm sure Jim was suffering so much in beautiful San Diego. I felt bad for him.
I was standing there lost in thought a bit when I heard Trish say, "Knock knock!"
I turned around.
"Hey, it's the maintenance chick!"
"Hi! Oooohhhhhh going shirtless?"
"In this sauna, I had no choice. What do you think?"
"About your chest or the floor?"
"The floor."
SO much nicer! The plywood is prettier than the rug!"
We laughed and she said, "Hey, I brought you some presents!"
She then wheeled in one box and then another.
"What are they?"
"Oh, they're exciting.....I can't wait to show you!"
Yeah, two new toilets.
"Tell you what. You take a break and I'll install these."
"Cool. I took out the other ones earlier."
"I saw them in the dumpster. Thank you!"
I followed her and watched her put in the new toilets. It only took her a few minutes until she had both hooked up. After hooking the one up in the master bathroom, she smiled and flushed it.
"Test flush. It passed."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"Of course not!"
It was getting late. Trish looked at her watch and said, "Shit....six thirty! Guess I better head home, I'm beat. Go home. We'll do the ducts tomorrow, first thing. The unit's coming in the morning. That way you can work in a nice, air-conditioned mobile home! We have some more coming in, so from now on, we'll install them before we work on the the units. No need to sweat our asses off."
"Okay, see you in the morning!"
"You like coffee?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Cream and sugar?"
"Cream, no sugar."
"Oh, cuz you're so sweet you just stick your finger in it?"
"Yeah, care to guess which finger?"
We laughed and with that, she was off. And so was I.
I slept well that night, but man, that alarm came fast. I pulled my tired ass out of bed and showered and had some breakfast. Around 5:45 I walked out to my car. It was still dark out. And it would be close to dark when I got back.
But all for a good cause: money.
I arrived at the mobile home with four large coffees; two for each of us. It was around 7, and although this unit wasn't too close to the existing mobile homes, I didn't want to do anything loud, like working on the skirting. So I started painting the ceiling. Around 9:00, I had it finished. I really flew through it.
I started repairing some of the minor damage on the walls when I heard, "Hey Chesty!"
I pointed at her two coffees which were still in the carrier.
"Oh wow. Two! Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
"Hey."
I turned and she took her middle finger, dipped it in the coffee, took it out, held it up, and put it in her mouth.
"MMMMMMMMMMM....I AM sweet!"
I laughed and she went to work on the ducts. She was in and out, doing her magic, while I worked on the walls.
I did want to help her, but really, it would have been me mostly just watching. And we were on a time crunch. Don needed this one done, pretty quickly. He didn't have have any vacancies and this one was already spoken for. I had to have it done by the following Friday, which gave us about nine more days. It wasn't panic time or anything, and I figured it would be done by Tuesday at the latest. But you always want to leave some breathing room.
And I still had to replace the awning struts, paint the roof, paint the mobile home, do the interior painting and of course, remove the old tile in the kitchen and bathrooms and put in the new tile. Oh, and replace all the skirting.
And it would be this way all summer.
Around noon, my beautiful helper came in. She walked over to the thermostat and turned on that sweet, wonderful cool air..
"Yeah?"
"Oh year."
Trish took off to do some of her work. I didn't see her until I was packing up to leave. I had just finished painting the roof and it was around 7:00.
"Oh, Chesty is back!"
I think she liked my chest. I liked hers as well.
"Packing up. Getting ready to head home."
"Well, I'm off the next two days, so maybe I'll come over to visit."
"Please do. I'm working through Saturday, but taking Sunday off."
"Oh, no Mr. Chesty on Sunday?"
I laughed, she left, and I headed home.
The next day, I painted the exterior. And I had Trish hanging around all day. I didn't mind this, of course. But she'd come by and relax and watch me work and keep me company. It was nice having someone to talk to. After an hour or so, she'd leave and do some errands. Then she'd come back and talk some more.
I pulled in on Saturday at 6 in the morning. I was wiped. By the time I would leave, it would have been over 70 hours of work and I was planning on driving home, scarfing down some In N' Out and sleeping till noon the next day. And then doing some errands of my own.
By the time 7:30 rolled around, the tile was done and my day off was waiting. Trish came in.
"Hey, installed the A/C in the next unit so we can work in the cool air."
"Thank you."
"Welcome! Have a nice day off."
I did..
Monday morning, I showed up with my coffee. It would be an easy day. I just had the skirting to do. The appliance guys would be there to install a new refrigerator, oven, dishwasher, washer and dryer. And the carpet installers would be there that afternoon.
A few minutes after I arrived, my favorite handygirl arrived.
"Good day off?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Miss me?"
"Of course."
"Yeah, I know. Missed you. Coffee for Trish?"
I handed her a cup and she was off.
Monday was so kick-back that it was almost like a day off. I took my time and replaced the awning struts. The appliance guys showed up around 11:00 and did their thing. Then, around 1:00, the carpet installers came and put in some beautiful deep red carpeting.
I finished the skirting around 4:30 and was packing up. All that was left to do was some cleaning up inside, doing the windows, and it would be ready to go.
That would give me enough time to go home, shower up, and meet a lovely married woman named Helen that I had been poaching at the local Motel 6.
They promised to leave a light on for us.
Before I left, Trish showed up one more time.
"WOW. Everything looks great. Don will shoot his wad when he sees this!"
"I hope not on the carpet."
"Yeah.....big white splotch on that red....not good."
We laughed, and then she said, "I'll help you finish this up tomorrow?"
"Sounds great."
She smiled and said, "Coffee for Trish?"
"Yes, coffee for Trish."
That night, I spent a few quality hours with Helen. And she even sprang for the room!
Everything was coming up Ryan!
The next morning, I brought two coffees for me and two coffees for Trish. She came over around 8:00 and we spent the morning cleaning and talking.
"So, how did you learn how to fix virtually anything?"
She smiled.
"Grew up on a farm near a small town in Nebraska. Dad also owns a repair shop. Can fix anything. I think I got it from him. So did my sisters. He runs the shop on the side, the farm's his main deal."
That just begged more questions.
"So how did a Nebraska farm girl end up in the suburbs of L.A.? If I may ask."
"Sure, you can ask anything. I'm a Scorpio, if you're interested."
"Great. Aries. So what's a country girl doing out here?"
"So, I was 18. Went off to the University of Nebraska. My master plan was to major in business and agriculture and then move back home and take over my dad's repair shop full-time."
She paused for a few seconds.
"Then....I met Chase. He was the first guy I really fell for. First guy to make me really enjoy sex. I had a couple of boyfriends in high school....didn't know shit about sex. He did. And he was great. And his dream was to go to LA to pursue music. Guitar player. Well, if Chase wanted to go to LA....I was going to follow. So after our sophomore year, he heard from buddy out here who told him he could get him some studio work. And one night we were drinking and thought, hey, let's go to LA!"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"We found a place in Azuza. Couldn't afford LA itself. So he got some work on some demos that never made it for some singers who never made it and it lasted a whole, oh, two months. And that was it. Luckily, I had gotten a job at a local hardware store, but that was only around 30 hours a week. A couple of months ago, I saw a help wanted ad for this place and it was full-time and benefits. Don hired me, we moved here, and Chase got a full-time security gig at No-Name, Inc. in Mira Loma. It's a good gig. Don pays well and we get that mobile home, no rent and he pays the utilities."
She took a breath and continued.
"Going to finish up your degree?"
"Yeah, going part-time at Cal Poly this fall. When I finish it, I'll go back home. Take over the shop."
"What about your boyfriend?"
She smiled.
"What about him?"
Yeah! What about him?
We were just about to finish and Trish took her walkie-talkie and called the office to see if Don was on-site. He was and Cindy said she'd send him up.
A few minutes later, Don drove up and came in.
"FUCK YEAH! THIS....THIS is what I'm talking about! Fabulous!"
"Ryan did most of it."
"No, Trish did a ton."
"Listen you two.....listen closely....this is why I am great. I hire the right people! See how this works? I'm awesome!"
Trish and I started cracking up.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me, Don. You're somehow talking credit for this?"
Don was so cool. You could talk shit to him and he loved it. He just laughed.
"Oh no. You two had a little to do with it, I suppose. guys. I do hire the best."
Don took out sixty bucks and handed it to me.
"You two get some lunch, take your time. Seriously, this is terrific. It's how I saw it in my head when I bought it. Can't wait to see the next one."
We thanked him and he left.
"Where you taking me?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Hmmmmm....want to push through till four? Start on the next one? Then get an early dinner? Chase won't be home till 9:00 or so."
"Sounds good. Steer N' Stein?"
"Oh yeah."
We spent a couple more hours hauling out trash from the next mobile home. Then I drove us down and we had some steaks and a couple of beers. We had a great chat and then left. As we approached my car, she slid her arm around mine and smiled.
"Love talking to you," and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"It's mutual."
I drove her home and dropped her off and went home.
I was kicking back in my room when my phone rang around 7:30. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe. Trish."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Don forgot to tell us earlier. He needs some entertainment center put into the bedroom in 744 (the mobile home we had just finished)."
"Okay, what time?"
"I have some shit to do later in the morning. 6:00 too early?"
"No, not at all. See you then."
"Coffee for Trish?"
"Yes, coffee for Trish."
"Thanks! See you in the morning."
Sheesh. Don. WTF? Whatever.
The next morning, I arrived per Trish's orders at 744. She walked up a few minutes later and smiled, but didn't say anything. She unlocked the door and we went in.
"Follow me."
I followed her into the master bedroom. I remember hearing the air kick on and smelling the paint. I looked down at the middle of the floor and saw a couple of comforters laid out with two pillows.
"What do you think? Interested? I guess I"ll take your smile as a yes."
She started undressing and said, "Cock for Trish?"
"Yes. Cock for Trish. No entertainment center?"
"No....just a little white lie...."
"When we first got here....maybe a couple of weeks after....we had a fight. He stormed off. I don't even remember what it was about. Uh, start undressing, sweetie."
Oh, yeah. Right.
"Anyway, he left, I said 'fuck this shit' and went out and found a hot married guy at a bar. He took me to a motel and fucked me all night. It was awesome. The next day, I felt so guilty. I almost couldn't stand it. But I never told him."
She tossed her clothes into the corner.
"I promised myself I'd never do it again. But now....I really don't care anymore."
I agreed with Trish. Why should she care? If she cared, I might not get to fuck her.
I walked over and we wrapped our arms around one another and started kissing.
After a minute or so, Trish pulled back, smiled, and gently pushed me up against the wall. She then knelt down and licked up and down the shaft of my cock and then put it in her mouth. As she slid her mouth up and down, she reached up and grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
Trish posing behind her place.
After a couple of minutes she stood up, smiled, and said, "You're leaking too. But I don't think you need any seal coat."
Mr. Happy got a laugh out of that.
I laughed a little and spun her around slowly so her back was against the wall.
We kissed some more and then I kissed my way down to her breasts, stopping to spend some quality time sucking on her hard nipples. Judging from her groans, she approved.
I then resumed kissing my way down her chest and stomach until I arrived at my planned destination.
Care to take a guess?
I spread her lips with my thumbs and went straight to her hard clit, licking and sucking it for a few minutes. Her hands were on top of my head, pulling my face into her pussy.
I could hear her breathing get faster and I knew she was on the verge of cumming. I pulled my head away and took two fingers and slipped them inside her pussy and started sliding them in and out quickly.
I heard Trish moan hard and as she was cumming, she bent over and braced her hands on my shoulders. After a moment, she finished cumming and slid down and met me face-to-face and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard.
"C'mon....let's lie down....."
I went to reach for my wallet when she stopped me.
"No, I'm on the pill."
I crawled over to join her on the comforters and she sprung up and crawled over to me and started kissing me again, rubbing my balls and cock.
"Gonna suck your cock some more first."
I laid and Trish got on her side and started sucking me. I reached down and played with and squeezed her ass as she sucked and licked my cock.
She propped her left leg up so I could play with her wet pussy. I played with it for a minute or two then told her, "Honey, swing your hips around."
She obliged and soon we were in a full sixty-nine. After several minutes and a Trish orgasm later, we got up and I had her lay down flat.
Pilot time!
Her shaved pussy was nice and slick. I didn't need any lube and I went to work. As my hand and fingers worked their way up and down and in and out of her wet pussy, we kissed. It only took a few minutes before she arched her back and her body stiffened and she groaned intensely and came.
"Oh shit....didn't know what I was getting myself into," she said with a laugh.
I smiled and had her get on all fours. I slid my cock inside of her and started fucking her. She groaned and I fucked her for over fifteen minutes in that position, making her cum twice.
I love multi-orgasmic women.
She pulled off Mr. Happy and laid on back and spread her legs. I slid into her again and after a couple of minutes I came inside of her.
"Shit...fuck...."
"Oh, this has just started."
I was still hard. And I started sliding in and out of her again.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," she said groaning.
A few thrusts later, I heard, "In my ass."
I rolled her onto her stomach and started rimming her ass, sliding my tongue in and out her ass several times. She groaned and I reached over and grabbed a couple of lubricated condoms and put one over my finger.
That whole area was pretty much pre-lubed from all the previous activity, but with that area being so sensitive, better safe than sorry.
I slid my finger in and moved it around. Trish groaned and then I repeated the process with the second condom.
Then I mounted her and slid my cock inside, following my usual pattern: advance slowly, retreat some, advance further, retreat some, etc....
Soon, Mr. Happy was all the way in. It takes a little longer this way, but it is worth that time, trust me on this.
Trish and I rolled onto our sides and I started fucking her ass slowly. She groaned and started rubbing her clit.
After a few minutes, Trish groaned and said, "Faster."
I obliged, but didn't go TOO much faster.
"This good?"
"Perfect."
Well, yeah.....
A couple of minutes later, Trish groaned loudly and came. And I soon followed suit, and took one last push into her ass and came.
I pulled Mr. Happy out and we laid there for a couple of minutes catching our breath.
"Girl could get used to that."
"So you're saying you want a repeat?"
"Oh yeah. Just not right now."
A few quiet minutes went by and she got up and gestured for me to follow her. We ended up taking a nice, hot shower together and she got busy with her regular duties and I started work on the next unit.
And the next couple of months went pretty much the same way. Lots of work, and lots of fucking Trish. I earned a small fortune, and got an unreal tip from Don after that group of mobile homes was finished.
Of course, after school started up, Trish and I weren't able to hook up all the time, of course. But we became great friends. Often, we'd just go catch a movie, or go to the beach. We were never boyfriend/girlfriend; we were just great fuck buddies. Even when I was dating Rita, who actually was a girlfriend, I still saw Trish.
I did have the opportunity to poach a few ladies who lived in Brindlebarf. And Trish always knew. I remember sneaking out of one mobile home and running into Trish.
"So, you gonna fuck EVERY woman here?" And then she laughed. We weren't exclusive, of course, and she actually fucked a couple of married men there.
Trish was awesome.
I want to wrap this up, but I will be posting an update on Trish soon. She found me after all these years and we've been getting to know each other again.
For Trish's pictures, click here (members only).
