Genevieve

When:  December1981 to August 1982

Status:  Married 12 years, two kids.

Occupation:  Stay-at-home mom/baker

Meetings:  Lost Count

Age:  Early Thirties

Quotable:  "I agree!"

And we continue on with the Brindlewood Estates saga....

And we continue the Brindlebang Estates saga with "that Gen broad" as Lana so lovingly referred to her.  And no, they did NOT like each other.  At all.  And it had nothing to do with me.  Surprisingly.

I originally met Genevieve in November of 1981.  It was a couple of days before Thanksgiving and both her oven and dishwasher crapped out.  Don had ordered new ones for her and they had already been delivered.  They were in one of the storage buildings, so I would get the pleasure of actually pulling each one over to her place using a handtruck.  .  

Thanks Don.  Not like you could have had them.....DELIVERED RIGHT TO HER PLACE!

Anyway, I got there around 10:30 in the morning and parked my car, ready to go all he-man on these appliances.  

Luckily, the storage area wasn't too far from her place and it only took a few minutes to get each one over.  After I hauled them over (fucking Don, I swear), I knocked on her door.  And this gorgeous blonde lady answered the door.

"Hi.  I'm from the Jehovahs Witnesses.  Would you like a copy of Watchtower?"

I don't know what made me say that.  

She furrowed her brow and cocked her head to the side a little.  Then she laughed, "Okay, you're Ryan?"

"That's my earthly name.  I'm really Starbeam."

"Well, Starbeam, I assume you're here to install my dishwasher and oven?  I'm only asking because I see them like five feet behind you."

"Yes, I am here to remove the old ones AND install the new ones.  How's that?"

"Oh, just get in here.  I'm Genevieve, by the way.  Call me Gen."

"Why did your parents name you Genevieve ByTheWay?"
"Well, they liked 'Genevieve' and thought 'By The Way' had a nice ring to it for my middle name."
"That's cool.  You must've been the coolest kid in school."
"Totally.  After school, I robbed 7-11s.  That REALLY made me cool."
"And here I am stuck with a lame name like Ryan."
"Oh, I like that name.  But what name would you have chosen?"
"Funky Town."

I got her with that one.  She started laughing.

"Won't you take me to Funkyyyyyytownnnnnnnnn...." 
"Won't you take me to Funkyyyyyytownnnnnnnnn...."

"Hey, you're pretty good."
"I agree!  And you didn't even see me dance!"

 

You're Welcome.

This lady was allright.

I first took at the old stove and wheeled it out of her place.  I took it over to the storage area and dumped it there.

I came back and pulled the new oven into the kitchen.

"This is going to take a long time to install, Gen.  I'm sorry."

She made an "oh man" face.

"How long?"

I plugged it in.

"A second."

She rolled her eyes.  

"You always such a goofball?"

"My teachers always thought so."

"You know, you're totally saving my Thanksgiving.  I appreciate you coming over and doing this.  I really do."

"No problem.  Happy to do it.  Got a lot of people coming?"
"Twenty or so.  Family."

"Okay, let's start it.  You're going to smell something coming from the stove for a bit.  That's just the protective coating on the heating element.  It'll go away pretty soon."

"Cool!"

"You're easy to please."

"Not what hubby says."

"He's not cooking, so he gets no say."

She laughed.  

"I agree!"

Now, the dishwasher.

I wasn't sure, so I googled how to do it on YouTube.  I'm funny.

No, I had actually done a few in the past, so it wasn't all that hard.  

I took the old one out and hauled it to the storage shed.  Gen came along with me to keep me company. 

Then we fucked.  Oh wait....not yet.

I then hauled the new dishwasher inside and started installing.

"You're pretty handy.  Oh, can we turn off the oven?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot.  And this is about as technical as I get."

"Still impressive."

"Thank you.  So what's on your menu this Thursday?"

"Usual.  Turkey, all the trimmings, etc.  Some pies."

"Pies are good.  What kind?"

"Lemon Meringue, cherry, strawberry, and my specialty, coffee pumpkin pie."

"Seriously?  Coffee pumpkin pie?   And no apple?"

"Yeah, it's always a favorite.  Usually have to make several.  And yes, apple as well."

"Coffee makes everything better."

"I agree!"

"You like to cook?"

"I do.  I was a baker before I got married.  Still do it part-time."

She mentioned a couple of pretty well-know restaraunts in Los Angeles that she worked.

"Five star places. Impressive.  What brought you out to the Inland Empire?"

"Hubby.  He's a sales manager for Acme Widgers.  Covers most of San Bernardino County.  A lot of travel.  Kinda sucks, but he loves it.  You go to school?"

"Chaffey College.  Have no clue what I'm going to major in."

"Appliance repair, maybe?" she said with a laugh.

"I'd flunk out.  I know that's reassuring as I'm installing a major appliance for you."

She laughed again.

"Oh, we'll test it before you leave.  I'll even make you some coffee."

"That sounds fair."

"So you work full-time for Don?"
"Actually, I work for my friend's dad.  We do mobile home, pre-fab home renovation.  Don's one of his biggest clients.  So when Don called him, he sent me."

"Much better than Jack.  Between you and me, I can't stand him."

"Uh, yeah...not a big fan either.  But he doesn't bother us too much."
"Not a big fan of his wife, either.  What a mouth."

I decided to not comment on that.  

"And for my other job, I do a lot of photography work."

"Wow.  You keep busy."

"I try."

"Wow, you done?"
"Yeah.  Let's start her up."

"I'll make the coffee.  You sit down."

I did as I was ordered.  While I did want to shove my face into her gorgeous ass, which was framed beautifully by her tight jeans, I resisted the urge.  As you all know by now, I'm a master of self-restraint.

<cough cough>

"Here you go!"

We talked and had a couple of cups of coffee as the dishwasher did its thing.  Gen had attended Johnson and Wales in Rhode Island before getting hired for her first gig in LA.  She grew up in Santa Monica and then went back to Rhode Island for college.  Then a few years after she returned, she met her husband.  Of course, he wasn't her husband when they met.  They, you know, got married AFTER they met.

We spent about three hours talking.  Time got away from us.  Her husband, Evan, had taken their kids somewhere.  I forget.  But I didn't care as I got to have a great conversation with a beautiful blonde.

But I almost got kicked out after an hour.  It was serious.

"Ryan, er, Starbeam, can I get you some cake?"

"Oh no thank you.  I don't like cake."

Her eyes widened.  A look of shock came over her face.

"I....I....you don't like cake?"

I shrugged.  It's a painful truth I've always tried to hide.  I don't like cake.  I mean, other than carrot cake.  But that's not really a cake.  Or is it?

"I'm sorry, Gen.  I'm sorry."

"I don't know....Starbeam......if we can be friends!!!!!  I'm a baker and you don't like cake?????"

"We can't let cake come between us."

"I know....but.....how do we overcome this?"

Then she giggled.

"Weirdo!  You like cookies?  Or do you have something against them?"

"I like most baked goods.  Just not cakes."

"Fine.  I won't try and change you."

We overcame our differences and resumed our chat in peace and tolerance.  

After many, many cups of coffee and cookies, she looked up at the clock and said, "Oh wow.  I have to pick up my friend from work!"

"Well, it's been a pleasure.  Thanks for the coffee, cookies and chat."

"No, thank you so much.  Jack would have gotten to this around New Year's.  I really appreciate it."

Then she gave me a hug.  Hugs are good.

I took out a business card (I had them for picture-taking) and said, "This is my personal phone.  Give me a call if anything goes wrong, okay?"

"I will.  Thank you so much, Starbeam Ryan."

"My pleasure."

Pretty in pink. Pretty in any color.  

I didn't hear from her over the holiday weekend, so I guess I installed her appliances correctly.

I did get a call from her on Monday afternoon while I was actually....gasp....studying.  I must've been really bored.      
"Hello?"
"Hi Starbeam Ryan."
"Hello baker girl."
"Everything went great.  Thank you again."
"I had a great time.  You were a blast to talk to."
"Awwwww....you gonna be up this way anytime soon?"
"Everything okay?"
"Great.  Just thought I'd drop by whenver you were and say hi."
"The rest of the week I'll be working on 297 in the afternoons."
"Awesome.  See you tomorrow!"

Then she hung up.

THAT'S about the time I started thinking I had a shot.

I did my usual napping through my classes the next morning and headed up to Brindlewood.  I got there around 12:30 (it was only a few miles from the college).

No joke, I had been there about fifteen minutes when I heard Gen say "Knock, knock!"

I was working in the master bedroom and said, "Come in, Gen."

"Where are you?"
"Master bedroom."

I heard her walking down the hall and soon she was in the bedroom.  She was smiling and holding up a pumpkin pie and a styrofoam cup.

"I wanted to bring you a thank you present.  This is my pumpkin pie and this," she help up the styrofoam cup, "is the coffee glaze.  Just heat it up for about 20 seconds and pour some over the slice."

Fuck.  Very cool.  I couldn't wait to try her pie!  And that desert she brought over as well!

LOL  I'm funny.

I thanked her and she ran out to put the pie and glaze in the kitchen.  Then she returned and sat down on the floor.

"Want some company?"
"Absolutely."
"Good, because I was staying regardless."

I laughed.

"Enjoy class today?  Did you concentrate?"
"No, too busy thinking about coming here after."
"Oh?  Any particular reason?"
"Yeah, some blonde keeps hanging around."
"Sounds like a pest."
"Yeah, but a really nice pest."
"Awwwwww.  Well tell her if she's bothering you."
"I will....but that won't happen."

She stayed until her kids got home from school.  And when she left, after giving me a nice hug, I had the unique thrill of painting with a raging hard-on.  So it looked like I had a date that night with Rosey Palms.  

Actually, it was two dates.  Once after I got home, and once after I did my homework.

You know what's really great about fucking Rosey?  After you're done, you wash her off and she and her twin sister willl make you a sammich.  And if you fucked her really good, she'll give you some potato chips, too.

Good times.....  

The next day, Wednesday, she came over not long after I arrived in the morning.  I didn't have any classes that day, so I could get to work earlier.  Gen spent the entire day with me--except when she left around one and came back a little later with lunch for us.  

Thursday, more of the same.  After class, I drove over and soon Gen joined me, bringing another lunch over and staying until her kids got home.  

When it was time to leave, Gen gave me another hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, "See you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here."
"Good!"

Before she left, I said, "Gen?"
"Yes?"
"I'm here around ten tomorrow morning."
"Then so am I."

I was like WTF?  I mean, yeah, I had always been a lucky motherfucker with married ladies, even nailing some when I was in high school.  But still, at this point in my "career", when something like this happened, it was still a pleasant surprise.

It was just a matter now of when.  And that when would be the next day.

"Gen?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"I'm not planning on getting much work done tomorrow."

She walked back towards me.

"Really now?"
"Just a feeling.  Maybe something will come up....keep me from working.  It could be fun."
"I agree!"

I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips.  As I started to pull away, she pulled me back, put her lips to mine, and slid her tongue in my mouth.  I grabbed and squeezed her ass as we kissed.

"Whew.  Okay.  Tomorrow then...."

A couple of hours later I wrapped up for the day.  Then I went home and resisted calling Rosey.  I didn't want to waste any, uh, "supply".  But it was tough. This woman really turned me on.

That and I really wanted a sammich.

The next morning, I was there at 9:30.  No sooner than I got out of my car then I saw Gen coming over in her robe..  She stopped, smiled, and nodded her head towards her place.  I counted to ten and went over.  The door was slightly ajar and I stepped in.

And saw a stark naked Gen.

"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah."

"Follow me."

We ended up in her bedroom (bet you didn't see that coming).

"Get naked."

I stripped out of my clothes in seconds and stood there with a raging hard Mr. Happy.

"You ever fuck a married woman, Starbeam?"
"Yes."
"Well, you're about to fuck another one."

She wasn't lying.  She dropped to her knees and started blowing Mr. Happy.  After a couple of minutes of this insane pleasure, I took her hand and led her to the bed. 

We laid down on the bed and started kissing.  I rolled her onto her back and slid my hand between her legs.

"Yeahhhhhh......."

It was Palm Pilot time.  She was so wet, no lube was needed.  I kept kissing her while piloting her pussy.  After several minutes, she pulled her face away, arched her back, and cried out that she was cumming.

While she was cumming, I said, "Get used to this.....and not just today."

"OH FUCK YES!"

She was breathing hard and I got up on my knees and moved down the bed.  I took her knees and spread them.

"You think I'm gonna fuck you now?"
"Yeah."

"Then you're wrong."

She looked up at me, and through gritted teeth, said, "Then what are you going to do?"

I dove in, and started licking her wet pussy.  She thrashed and groaned some more.  It didn't take long and I had her on the verge of another orgasm.  Right when she was cumming, I spread her lips and flicked my tongue over her hard clit as hard and fast as I could.

Gen bucked and arched her back again.  She grabbed the pillow next to her and screamed into it.

I gotta admit, I was pretty happy.

"FUCK!  Ryan!"

We switched places, and Gen started sucking Mr. Happy again.  He was so hard, I was in no danger of an early blast-off.  

After a minute or two, Gen straddled me and slid down my cock, gyrating her hips. 

As Gen gyrated slowly, bringing herself to another orgasm, I reached up and massaged her hard nipples.

"Oh that feels sooooooo good, sweetie."

Soon, Gen was arching her back, squeezing her tits, and groaning and grinding her way to another orgasm.  She finished, and between breaths, said, "Your turn."

I didn't need much encouragement, and I took several thrusts up into her while holding her hips tightly.  

"Yeah, c'mon....."

And I unleashed a gallon of cum.  Okay, maybe not quite a gallon, but a fairly decent amount.

Gen pulled off of me and flopped down on her back.  Now, being18--and I've touched (uh) upon this before--I was still rock hard.  I had five options.

One:  Whip out the palm pilot again.

Two:  Climb on top, slide in, and fuck her again.

Three:  Do both.

Four:  Fall asleep.

Five:  Ask her to make me a sammich.  Correction:  A sammich with chips.

Hmmmmmmmm.....

I rolled onto my side and looked at her.  I then held my hand up and smiled.  "You're getting another round of this."

She smiled, arched her eyebrows and said, "I agree!"

The palm pilot made it's second flight of the day.  And and a few minutes into it, Gen was cumming again.  I remember thinking to myself that I had brought my A game.  

She took both her hands and slammed then down onto the bed.

"Fucking wow...."

I smiled and got on top of her and slid Mr. Happy back into her pussy.  She wrapped her legs around mine and we started kissing as I slowly slid in and out.  

After a few minutes, Gen said, "I got nothing left, baby.  Just cum....."

Honestly, after that first blast, I didn't have a lot left, either.  My reserves were on low, even though Mr. Happy had put in a rush request for more "product".

And a few minutes later, I emptied what was left of my reserves into her already soaked pussy.  Gen smiled and said, "I could get used to that."

I crashed down beside her, kissed her, and said, "You WILL get used to that."

"You know I will.  I'll demand a lot from you, but you'll love it."

And she did.  And I did.  For several months.  And every time we hooked up, it was amazing.  Gen was a sex machine and she's very high on my list of favorite poachettes.  

Funny thing is, I don't know why Gen was cheating.  Most people cheat due to lack of sex, dissatisfaction with their marriage, etc.  Gen genuinely seemed to love her husband.  She always spoke highly of him and was very proud of his career and said that he was a fantastic father and great husband.  And he was great in bed (I mean, that's what she told me; I didn't fuck him).

So why?  Beats me.  I don't really care, though.  We weren't caught, he wasn't hurt, their family wasn't torn apart, and I got to fuck her repeatedly.  

Did they have a deal?  Who knows?  Honestly, I didn't want to rock the boat.  I was fucking a beautiful blonde who was wild in bed and borderline insatiable.  I didn't want to push my luck.

It was fun unwrapping Gen.

Gen was fucking awesome.  And fucking Gen was awesome.  Almost everytime I was doing a job at Brindlebarf, I could count on getting laid.  Even when Jim was with me, Gen would come over, say hi, and then ask me to come over to help her with a little "project".  

Jim was cool about sparing me for a half hour or forty five minutes so I could take care of Gen's "little issue".  And to be honest, I did the same for him many times in different parks.  And sometimes, we'd just hook up at a hotel (uh, with Gen, not Jim).

And hey, when Gen wasn't around, Trish always was. 

But all affairs eventually end.

One day, I got a call from Gen.  She told me that her husband had been offered a huge promotion.  It was a ton of money, and he would be moving up from an area manager to a regional manager.

And it required a relocation.  To the northeast part of the country.  Boston, to be precise.

So we had one last get-together about ten days before she left.  It was sad sex, if there is such a thing.  I really didn't want to let her go.  She was a great friend, and a great lover.  But we had our last fling and that was that.  She was so much fun in and out of bed, I was really disappointed to see her leave.

One funny incident happened in June.  

I was working on replacing the ceiling panels in the bedrooms one of Don's new purchases one morning and Gen came over.  We went at it pretty good and then were catching our breath and kissing, all wrapped around each other.

All of a sudden, I heard Don saying from the front door, "Ryan?"

Gen looked at me and mouthed, "Oh fuck!"

As she was grabbing her clothes, I speed-dressed, if that's actually a term, and said, "Coming, Don!"

LOL  I had just cum and was coming again.  That's a nifty trick.

Gen slipped into the back patio--which, thankfully, was enclosed--bare-ass naked, with her shorts and t-shirt.  As I started to go to the front, I noticed Gen's pink panties and scooped them up and stuffed them into my pocket.

Don was just there for an update.  I showed him around the mobile home, I looked through the window and saw Gen sneaking away from the unit and breathed a sigh of relief.   

A few minutes later, Don went on his way, and I exited the mobile home soon after.  I walked to Gen's place and she met me at the door and I handed her her delicates.  She smiled and said, "See you tomorrow!".

As I walked back to the unit I was working on, I saw Trish about 100 feet away on her golf cart.  

And she was laughing.  She drove up to the mobile home and met me there.

"Oh....you bad boy....putting your winkie in her hoo-hah!"

I really had no reponse.

"Nothin' to say, Mr. Chesty?"

Nope.  Now realize that I wasn't in trouble with Trish.  We were fuck buddies before that term was even invented.  She didn't care, as long as I wasn't banging hookers and giving her the clap.  And she had a couple of playmates of her own on the side.  But I was on the wrong end of this game of "Gotcha!"

"So.....she good?"
"Oh yeah."
"Sure is cute.  For an older lady."

Yeah, Gen was really ancient.....insert eyeroll emoji.

"Yeah, sometimes I like to bend her over her walker and fuck her that way."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kinkyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!  So, hey, Chase is working this weekend in San Diego.  Want to hang out and do some shit?"
"Lake Elsinore?"
"Eating and having sex on the beach?  Count me in!  Let's get there early, light up a joint, and have some fun."

Two days later, I was driving down to meet Trish and spend the day fucking, eating, drinking, and toking in Lake Elsinore.  It was awesome.  At least the parts that I remember.

The incident with Don even inspired Trish and I to come up with the idea of just, you know, locking all the doors when we were getting busy--that way, if Don came by he'd have to knock and we'd just explain that we accidentally locked the door.   

As I've mentioned, she had a couple of guys she was fucking there, and sometimes they'd  be in an uninhabited unit.  I would always let her know which ones I was working on and vice-versa.  That way, she wouldn't walk in on me and I wouldn't walk in on her.

For the record, Trish liked Gen, and Gen liked Trish.  Of course, Gen didn't know that while I was fucking her, I was also fucking Trish (among others, of course).  Trish obviously knew and didn't care.  Gen.....I don't know if she would have cared or not.  I'm glad I didn't have to find out.

Trish also had no problem with Lana.  Of course, she never actually met Lana, so....

As for Lana, I don't know why she and Gen didn't like each other.  I never asked.  You never want to step into the middle of something like that if you don't have to.  Their personalities just didn't click, I guess.  Lana could be kind of edgy and harsh, and Gen was more tactful and diplomatic.  But they were both awesome.  

And I got to fuck both of them.  And that was very awesome.  And when I didn't get to fuck them anymore, that most certainly wasn't awesome.  But I got to fuck Trish for a few years, and that was epically awesome and awesomely epic.

But back to Gen.  I do have one huge regret:  I never got that coffee glaze recipe from her.  I could've downed that stuff straight.  It was amazing.  It took what I consider to be a milder pie in pumpkin and made it incredible.  

And that's the tale of "that Gen broad".

And please, let me know YOUR preferences in the comments.  Cake or pie?  Which is better?  Don't hold back.  This is a subject that needs to be discussed.

(Hint:  the correct answer is pie.  And don't get me started on fucking cupcakes.)

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