Ramona

When:  April 1982

Status:  Boyfriend

Occupation:  Medical/pharmaceutical research

Meetings:  10

Age:  21

Quotable:  "Pot, sex, beer....makes for a great night."

Okay, so we've covered Erica, Brenda, Genevieve, Lana, Pilar, and Trish. 

Yeah, Brindlewood was a good, good place for your favorite poacher, both woman-wise and money-wise. 

So now we're up to Ramona, the girl I poached soon after my fun with Lana.  Yeah, I was on a hot streak, because there were others outside of Brindlewood I was having fun with as well.  But we're focusing on the Brindlewood girls for now.

Ramona was a cool chick.  I first met her not long after starting to do jobs at Brindlewood with Jim.  She was 17 when I first met her and was just about to graduate from high school.  She dropped by and would talk to Jim and I whenever we were around for a few minutes.  So I got to know her a little over the summer of 79 before she left to go to attend Baylor University.

Whenever she'd come back on breaks or for the holidays, she'd always find us and hang out for a bit while we worked.

This girl was smart.  Straight-A, advanced college prep classes smart.  Taking college courses early smart.  Graduating from Baylor University early smart.  

What I'm trying to say is that this girl was pretty smart.

So in April of 1982 (the same month I had a great time with Lana), Ramona--who had just graduated from Baylor--came home to spend a couple of weeks with her parents before starting her new job at a pharmaceutical company (she majored in biochemistry).

So I was toiling away on another mobile home for Don, rehabbing it so he could rent it out and heard a knock on the door (which was open anyway).

I thought it was actually Pilar, but turned around and got a nice surprise when I saw Ramona.  She came over and gave me a hug.

"How you doing, Ryan?"
"Great.  Great to see you again!"
"You too!"
"What are you doing here?  No school?"
"All done.  Wrapped up my final course, just a lab class, and got on a plane to visit Mom and Dad."
"You're moving back, right?"
"Nah."
"Oh come on."

She laughed.

"No....starting a job in a couple of weeks.  Acme Pharmaceuticals.  Staying in Texas."
"That sucks.  I'm not happy for you at all."
"Liar."
"Okay, a little.  Still have that boyfriend?"
"Eric?  Yeah.  It's not going anywhere, though.  So who knows for how long....  Maybe I'll just stick to girls for awhile when I get back."

Yeah, bisexual.  And open about it. 

"So you can go out on a date with me while you're out here."
"Okay."

The look of shock on my face amused her.

"Oh, but it'll cost you."

I knew what THAT meant.  Ramona worked hard and played hard, to spout out a cliche..  And she loved to light up a joint now and then.  But Ramona was always smart regarding fun.  She had been sexually active since she was 13, was a pot smoker, liked to drink and generally have fun.  But she never let her fun take over.  She didn't overindulge.  And when she did indulge, she was smart about it.

"Fine.  I'll have sex with you."
"Uh, I was talking about...."

She took a hit off of an imaginary joint.

"Not that I'm ruling anything out."
"No problem.  I can pony up as much as you like.  Aren't you worried about being tested, though?"
"No.  Already took the piss test and passed it.  And I can get that shit out of my system in just a few hours anyway.  Biochemistry teaches you a lot of things."
"Okay.  When?"
"Tonight.  Mom and Dad have to fly to New York on some business shit.  Some emergency or whatever.  Who knows when they'll be back.  Typical.  At least I got to visit with them for a couple of days."

Business emergencies are great for poachers!

Ramona's parents were always really nice to me, and were really good to Ramona and her older sister Jasmine as well.  But they weren't really into parenting all that much and as Ramona had explained to me on a couple of occasions, Jasmine raised her as much, if not more, than her parents did.  But she still loved them.

Financially, the two were always taken care of.  Both had their own off-campus apartments in great areas near their colleges.  Tuition was taken care of as well.  Luckily, both sisters had great heads on their shoulders and knew not to go Girls Gone Wild while in college.  At this time, I believe Jasmine was actually in medical school.  

"Cool.  Have the place to myself for who knows how long.  When you wrap up, come up."
"Tell you what.  Let's make it around six?  I have to pick up some, uh, currency, to pay you."
"Okay.  I already got the beer.  I'll order some pizza when you get back."

"Yeah, she'll be getting a large one tonight." 
"Shuddup."
"I hope she wants one with extra sausage!"

"Okay, that was funny."

Around 4:30, I wrapped up for the day, drove home, showered, collected some, uh, "currency", and drove back to Brindlewood, parking in a space next to the pool area.

I got to Ramona's and she met me at the door, wearing tight gym shorts that rode up her ass to the point that it was hanging out and a white tank top with no bra.

I was still in a bit of disbelief that I was getting a shot at Ramona.

She led me into the living room and turned around and laid a huge kiss on me, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

"Take your shorts off and sit down."

I did as ordered and watched Ramona kneel down between my legs.

She had my hard cock in her hand and laughed and said, "You know the old saying.  Good girls spit, bad girls swallow.  I'm a bad girl."

Ramona lowered her head onto my cock and started sucking me off, with her hand sliding up and down my cock.  The sensation was insane.  A few minutes later I was groaning and blowing my load into her mouth.

Ramona swallowed every bit, and then looked up and smiled.  Then she grabbed her Corona and down the remaining half of the bottle.

Time to frisk Ramona.

"Pretty good, yeah?"
"Oh yeah."
"So watcha got for me?"
"Plenty.  But I think you're referring to some smoking material?"
"I am."

I grabbed my briefcase and opened it.

"What the fuck, honey?  You a dealer?"

And that was a semi-serious question.  And rightly so.

Remember, Lana had royally set me up with a LOT of her, uh, product.  And I had a lot of different varieties to choose from, thanks to her.

So I basically explained the whole Lana story to her.  I left out the parts where she gave me two thousand bucks and that engagement ring, with the diamond worth 14,000 bucks.

Yeah, I just can't say that enough.

But the sex and pot, and Lana dealing it?  That I mentioned.

"Fuck.  LANA?  Dealing?"
"Uh huh.  Just pot."

She paused for a moment.

"What was she like?  In bed?"
"Amazing."

Another pause.

"I had a thing for her.  Can't stand Jack-Ass.  But her, she was hot.  I had a lot of dirty thoughts about us together.  Was she shaved?"
"Nope."
"So....how, where did she get into dealing?"

So I went on to tell her the backstory of how Lana got involved with it.

"Amazing.  Where'd she grow it?"
"You know that old abandoned greenhouse by the ravine?"
"No way.  Really?"
"Yeah.  When she left last month, we chucked the remaining plants into the ravine."

We went out to the back porch and sat down.  I took out a couple of pre-rolled joints and handed one to Ramona.  We lit up and started toking.  And in a few minutes we were feeling good.  Really good.

We were pretty toasted when Ramona smiled and looked at me.

"Gonna order some pizzas."

She came back and sat down and we continued our consumption of Mother Earth's most enjoyable plant.  At one point Ramona got up and went back in and came out in a robe and nothing else.

"Just getting relaxed," she said with a laugh.  She sat down on the couch and said, "They're busy.  Should take forty five minutes to get here."

Forty five minutes, huh?

I was rock hard again and got up and knelt down between her legs.  She looked down and smiled.  I spread her legs wide and started going down on her.  She spread her legs even further as I continued to get her wetter and wetter.  She was breathing deeply with a smile on her face.  Soon I had her groaning and she was cumming.

After she came, she laid down on the couch and spread her legs again.

"I'm on the pill, honey."

I mounted her and slid my cock inside of her wet pussy.  She moaned and said, "Hard and fast."

I obliged her, pumping my cock in and out her hard and fast.  Ramona was a talker during sex, and I was treated to cries of "fuck me hard," and "pound me," and other similar sentiments.

After several minutes of fast-and-furious fucking, Ramona's body stiffened.  I heard her say, "Oh shit yes!  I'm cumming!  Cum with me Ryan!"  

As she was cumming, I unloaded into her.  We were lying there looking at each other an dsmiling.

"Fuck that was great!"  I nodded in agreement.

We were laying down on the couch kissing and rubbing our hands over each other when we heard a car pull into the carport.

"Oh shit.  Totally forgot about the pizzas....."

Yeah, pot will fuck you up.

I got up and went into the hallway while Ramona cinched up her robe and grabbed some money.  She paid for the pizzas and we sat down to eat.

We were so afflicted by the pot-induced munchies, we knocked off one of the large pizzas off in a matter of minutes.  We were in full glutton mode.  

At one point, as we were scarfing, Ramona looked up, sauce on her face, and said "Oink!  Oink!"

Of course, that just cracked us up for several minutes.  Yeah, pot will do that to you.

We smoked some more pot, drank more beer, and fucked a few more times that night before finally passing out.  

I woke up around 9 the next morning.  I had to get back to work on that mobile home.  I trudged to the bathroom, went to the medicine cabinet and took some aspirin and then climbed into the shower.  I took my time, letting the hot water help me get rid of a lot of my hangover.  

I put on some fresh jeans and t-shirt after drying off.  Ramona was still asleep, so I figured I'd just let her sleep.  I grabbed a can of Coke and chomped down a piece of room-temperature pizza.  Under the circumstances, it wasn't bad.  I was so dehydrated though, that I not only downed the first can of Coke, but another as well.  

I made my way to the unit and started doing the prep work for painting the interior.  I was moving slowly, but my headache was subsiding, and I was grateful for that.  Around noon, I had finished painting the trim in the mobile home.  I also noticed that I was getting hungry.  

I was also getting a little concerned about Ramona.  I didn't have a key to her place, though.  Nor did I have her number.  As I was trying to figure out if I should go knock on the door and risk waking her up, she made the choice for me.

She popped in the door.  She was fine.  And in better shape than I was.

"Hey!  You look like shit!"

"Thank you for your concern, Ramona."

She laughed.  

"How you feeling, babe?"
"Actually, much better than a few hours ago."
"Good.  Thanks for letting me sleep."
"I figured why should both of us suffer?"

She smiled and walked out to the porch and came right back in.  With some In N' Out.

"Thanks!  You're the best temporary girlfriend ever!"
"I know!  I'm awesome!"

"Double-double with cheese, plain!  You remembered!"

"Yeah, yeah.....you're a freak.  Plain cheeseburgers.....weird...."

I didn't care if she mocked me.  I was dining on In 'N Out, a double-double with fries and a large Coke.  Meanwhile, Ramona was eating hers, as they say, "animal style" (with everything). 

My delicious lunch had wiped away any lingering effects of the night before.  I was back at full strength.  Well, maybe 90 percent.   

"So you wanna do it again tonight?  Maybe go a little easier on the booze, but...."

"Yeah.  Let me run home, grab some more currency, and we'll have some more fun."

"How bout we have some more fun now?"

"Well....if you insist...."

"Oh hey....talked to Eric this morning....we made the breakup official."

"I'm....sorry?"

"Don't be.  I think he was into another chick.  We're cool.  There's a cute girl I'm gonna ask out when I get back.  Hope it isn't the same one!"

I laughed.  

"So how does this work?  Boy the girl then boy then girl?"

"Kinda!"

Then she smiled at me and crawled over to me and started kissing me.  After we made our for a few minutes, she pulled away from me.

"Hey....how, uh....wild do you like to get?"

"Depends.  You're not talking whips and chains, right?"

"NO!  Just....wondering....you, uh, ever do, you know, anal?"

"Yeah.  And I'm pretty good at it."

"Yeah?"
"Yeah."

Ramona then reached into the pocket of her shorts and produced some lube.

"Right now?"
"Yah huh."

Yes, remove those pesky panties.

So we went into the bedroom and stripped down.  

And now you're probably thinking, "But Ryan....weren't you worried about Pilar?  She was always dropping in on you."  Okay, maybe you're not thinking that.  But I'll respond anyway.

Pilar didn't know what unit I was working on.  I had parked my car in a common parking area that day.  I didn't want to deal with her while I was hungover.  And my attention at that time was focused on Ramona.

So Ramona and I started making out and then got on the follow.  We laid side by side and got into a 69.  Ramona worked hard--and succeeded--at waking up a groggy Mr. Happy.  And I worked hard--and succeeded--at making Ramona climax again.

After Ramona came, we untangled ourselves and I had her lie down on her stomach.  I then spread her ass and started rimming her.

"Oh fuck.  You gotta be kidding me...."

I spent a couple of minutes on that particular task and then took the lube and did the necessary preparations for some anal sex.  With Mr. Happy and Ramona's asshole lubed up, and guided him in slowly.

By now you know my routine.  Advance, retreat, advance, retreat, etc...   Ramona was groaning.  She loved it.

When I was all the way in, we shifted to lying on our sides.  I told Ramona that she was in control and that I would go as fast or slow as she wanted.  She was playing with her pussy and said, "Just a little faster."

I complied and took long strokes in and out of her tight ass while she continued to rub her pussy.  

"Yeah?"
"Fuck yeah."

Several minutes later, we were both getting close to cumming.  Ramona was incredible.  She was grinding her ass into my cock and was driving me crazy. 

Soon I heard Ramona moaning.  Hearing her cum sent me over the edge and I unloaded my cum into her tight ass.  

I pulled out and Ramona rolled over and we kissed.  

"Awesome."
"I agree."

Ramona got up and got dressed.  

"Hey, I gotta run some errands, visit a couple of friends.  8 work for you?"

"See you then."

She took off and I--always being prepared, went to my car (after getting dressed, of course) and retrieved my emergency kit, which contained fresh clothes, a towel, soap, and other essentials.  

I then took a nice shower and then got back to work.  

I would go on to hook up with Ramona several more times the next two weeks, although we didn't hit the pot and booze every time, and when we did, we didn't go as hard as we did the first night.  Ramona was a great girl.

A couple of weeks after she got to California, she was headed back to Texas.  I wouldn't see her again for a couple of years when she visited with her new husband.  We didn't talk much, just caught up a little.  She and her husband were living and working in Minnesota at that point and she was starting work on her Master's degree.  

Such a slacker.

So that's the story of Ramona.  But I wasn't quite done with the women of her family.

I think in literary circles, that last statement is referred to as "foreshadowing"--although referring to this blog as "literature" is a bit of a stretch.  As in one foot in LA and the other in Tokyo kind of stretch.

But if there's one thing I want all of you reading this blog to remember, it's this:  I'M FUCKING HAMSTER!

DO DA DIPPITY!

For Ramona's pictures, click here (hamster members only).