Brenda

September to November 1981

Status:  Married 7 years, one kid

Occupation:  Student

Meetings:  16

Age:  30
Quotable:  "I can't wait to be an x-ray tech so I can see right
through people."

LOL That joke cracked me up.  So bad, it's good.

I was in the final stages of my brief fling with Erica when I started my fuck sessions with Brenda--although I had met Brenda a couple of months before I met Erica.

I first met Brenda in July, when I was at Chaffey College, filing my application and submitting my classes for the fall.  After completing my ten-minute administrative mission, I headed over to the cafeteria to grab some grub before heading out to meet Meagan for a mid-day fuck rendezvous.

I was kicking back, enjoying my iced tea and breakfast sammich when I heard someone say, "Excuse me?"

I looked up and saw a cute lady with dirty blonde hair looking down at me.

"You work at Brindlewood?"
"Yeah.  Work for my friend's dad fixing up the new units."
"Yeah, thought I recognized you!  I'm Brenda."
"Ryan."

My new friend promptly sat down with her breakfast.

"Want some company?"
"Sure."

We talked for awhile as we ate.  She was pretty cool.  30, married, had one kid, and was starting school in September in the X-Ray tech program.  We got along really well and after about an hour, we got up to leave. 

"Say hi when you see me!"
"You bet."

I began my drive down Haven Ave to Ontario to see Meagan.  I was in a good mood.  Brenda was pretty cool, and if I played my cards right, I'd have a shot at nailing her.  That would be a good thing.

Of course, there are always curves in the road.  Metaphorically speaking, of course--Haven was a straight shot from Alta Loma all the way down to Ontario. 

Uh, but, I like, digress.

Over the next couple of weeks, whenever I was at Brindlewood, I ended up talking with Brenda.  She was always friendly and very flirty.  I was encouraged, to say the least.

I wasn't rushing it, though.  I was laying it to Erica, Meagan, and a couple of others at that point.  I could afford to be patient.

One day, in mid-August, Brenda came over and we started chatting again.  After several minutes, Brenda smiled and said, "Come on over and I'll get you something to drink."

We walked for several minutes and finally reached her place.  We walked into her living room and she turned to me and smiled and went into the kitchen and brought a Coke in.  She set it on the coffee table and sat down next to me on the couch.

We talked for a few minutes and then she excused herself to run to the bathroom.  When she came back, she down next to me--right next to me.  As in her hips and thigh touching mine.

I didn't mind this, of course.  I'm good that way.  I'm a great guy, as you all know by now.

Ahem.

Brenda started running her hand through my hair.  Then she leaned in and we started kissing.  Our breathing was getting harder and faster and I could feel her hands running up and down my back.

I slid my hand down her side and over to her stomach.  My hand's eventual destination, of course, was right between her legs.

Or, as Mr. Happy calls the area, "The Screwmuda Triangle."  You know, "Because tongues and dicks disappear in those triangles."

Yeahhhhh....uh huh.....he's hilarious.  Don't even get him started on crop circles.

As my hand made it's way to her "wetlands" (Mr. Happy again), Brenda suddenly pulled away.

Remember that reference to curves in the road, I mentioned earlier?  Well, I had just hit a major curve.  In fact, it wasn't even a curve--or was it a roadblock?

Whatever it was, it meant that Mr. Happy and I weren't driving to her Screwmuda Triangle/wetlands, at least on that day.

"Ryan....I'm sorry....I feel like an idiot."

Ah, second thoughts.  Fucking second thoughts.

"Don't worry about it, it's cool."
"Such a bitch move....."
"Nah....we'll just pretend it never happened."

She gave me a hug and said, "You're the best. Thank you."

I hugged her back and left.

Oh well.  This is just something that comes with the poaching territory.  Besides, she wasn't messing with me.  She just had second thoughts.  It was better for her to stop when we did then go through with it out of some bizarre sense of obligation.

Happily, over the following weeks, Brenda and I kept chatting, joking around, all that.  I was grateful that one awkward incident didn't have any lasting negative effects.

It was the first week of September--I remember this, as school was starting the next week or so.  I was finishing up a job.  I was in the back yard and on my knees, and leaning on one hand.  I was adjusting a skirting panel when I felt a light tap on my ass, like somebody giving me a very gentle kick. 

Peek-A-Boo!

I looked around and saw Brenda.

"Hey."
"Hey, you."
"What's up?"
"Not much.  How's it going?"
"Not bad.  Just finishing up this job."
"Gonna be much longer?"
"Hour or so, why?"
She paused for a few seconds.

"Can't stop thinking about that day, you know?"

This surprised me.  I really had stopped thinking about it.

"Yeah, me too."

Okay, so I lied.  

"Really?"
"Yeah."
"When you're done here, pack your stuff up and come over.  My mom has Craig (her son) for the day.  I won't back out."

She didn't wait for a reply, instead just shooting me a smile and a wink and started walking off.

"Hold on."
"Yeah, babe?"
"I'm ahead of schedule.  I can head over in fifteen, twenty minutes."
"Even better."

I took my tools locked them in the unit and headed over to Brenda's.  When I got there, I saw that the door was open, so I tapped on the screen door.

"Brenda?"
"Come in.  And close the door."

I walked in, shut the door, and walked into the living room.  Brenda was spread out on the couch, naked, and fingering herself.  She smiled and slid her middle finger into her pussy.

"I've already cum once.  Why don't you help me cum some more?"

Well, I do like to be helpful.

I knelt down and put my head between her legs and starting eating her out.  She was already soaking wet by that time, so I knew she had been telling me the truth about having already cum.

Peek-A-Boo! Part 2

Soon, I had her coming again.  Brenda arched her back, gyrated her hips and whimpered and moaned and saying, "Cumming, cumming....now.....now...."

About a minute passed, with her looking at me and running her hand through my hair.  

"Yeah...made me cum so hard....take off your clothes."

I did as I was ordered.

Brenda sat up on the couch and I walked over.  She brushed her hair back, wrapped her lips around my cock and started blowing me.  

I was so hard, I wasn't even close to cumming, even after several minutes of this awesome treatment.

"So hard, baby.  Love it."
"Lie down."

Brenda laid down, her head resting on a throw pillow, with her legs spread wide.  I crawled on top of her and we started kissing.  I worked my way down to her breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other.

"Fuck me....I'm on the pill....you can cum in me...."

I slid Mr. Happy into Brenda's pussy.  She groaned as I was sliding in.  I started sliding in and out slowly, until she urged me to pick up the pace.

I quickened my pace.  Brenda was ready to cum again and soon she groaned and reached orgasm again.  After several more minutes, I felt my own orgasm building.  I filled her pussy with my cum, and Brenda came again.

I leaned down and we started kissing again.  My cock was still inside of her, and it was still hard (remember, I was only 18 and a total man-whore).  She whispered into my ear, "You're still hard.....keep going, honey......"

After a couple of minutes, Brenda had me lie down on the couch and she straddled me and lowered herself onto Mr. Happy.  She groaned as she slid down.

Brenda spent around ten minutes alternating between moving up and down on my cock and sitting all the way down and gyrating.  It felt insanely great.  Brenda came one more time, and finally I took one more thrust into her and sprayed the rest of my reserves into her.

We collapsed in a two-people-who-have-just-fucked pile on her couch.  After a couple of minutes, Brenda said, "Wow....I should have just gone through with this the first time."

"No worries.  We'll make up for lost time."

We "only" met fifteen or so times after that.  So I don't know if we made up for that lost time or not.  

Brenda ended it in November.  Between school, her kid, and her fear of getting caught, she just couldn't continue our fun any longer.  We did leave the option open for merely "suspending operations" until things got a little less hectic for her.  We never did resume the affair, however.  

It was still cool, though.  Brenda and I still talked whenever we saw each other and even had lunch at school a couple of times.  The brief fling didn't make things awkward between us at all.

Brenda completed her x-ray technician training and eventually got a job at a local hospital.  In 1983, she and her husband bought a house in San Dimas and they moved out of Brindlewood.

On a side note, she and her family were the last tenants in that unit.  Don hated it (it was an original from when he bought the place).  It was really kind of run-down, and "too fucking small" said Don.  It was probably, wow, about 700 square feet.  It was like a studio apartment.  

Don again:  "I can't make any fucking money renting that!"  So he bought a wrecked, double-wide and guess who got to fix it up?

Yeah, me.

At least that roadblock turned out to just be a curve, after all.

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