Gemini

When:  August 1982   
Status:  Married, no kids (one stepson)
Occupation:  Astrologist/Surfing Instructor (part-time)
Meetings:  4
Age:  Do not know
Quoteable:  "As a Gemini, I have a split personality.  One is horny, the
other is hornier."

Yes, that was (is) her name.  Gemini was the daughter of hippie parents, and spent a lot of her childhood on a commune.

Yes, a cliché.  Hippie chick raised on a commune who was into surfing.  But this did happen in the sixties and seventies.  And it happened to Gemini.  This, of course, explains the name of this girl--and Gemini was her astrological sign.  So, cool.  

I actually liked her name.  Pretty cool.  And she was an astrologist.  I don't know how many clients she had, though.  Or if she even had any.

Okay, I don't know a ton of Gemini's backstory, but what I do know, I'll tell you.  

When Gemini was 18--she was off the commune by then--she was living with her parents in Huntington Beach.  She was attending a community college in the OC and began having an affair with one of her professors.  The professor was married and had a kid.  Eventually, he left his wife and kid and married Gemini when she was 19.

So how'd she end up in the Inland Empire?

Well, her husband, Craig, wasn't tenured at his college and when the higher-ups found out about Craig's Family Swap, well, it was see ya, buddy.  He ended up taking part-time teaching jobs at a couple of different colleges.  Teacher fucking their students probably happens all the time, or some of the time.  But Craig was pretty, well, "undiscreet" about it.  And since he wasn't tenured, it was pretty easy to show him the door.

By the way, one of my poachettes later on was a college instructor, and she mentioned that instructors who worked part-time at different colleges were called "freeway fliers."  So there's that.  But whatever.

And back in the day, community colleges were actually tuition-free in California.  I believe in 1983--that's a guess--they started charging a whopping three dollars a unit.  Cal Poly was something like 216 dollars a quarter when I transferred there.

LOL Everybody paying off a student loan just cursed reading that.  

But it's true.  Imagine the sticker shock I got when I started at the University of La Verne (then it was a couple of hundred a unit).  I almost passed out.  And that's why my GPA was like 3.6 when getting my paralegal training.

Money motivates.

Okay, enough old man reminiscing.

You're welcome (and I bet you thought I would post the Moody Blues "Gemini Dream" video, huh?).

Honestly, Craig being non-tenured, he could have been laid off just due to financing as well.  So between that and his student-boning, Craig sealed his fate.  

Okay, so needless to say, Gemini wasn't too thrilled about moving to the I.E.  I mean, the area was fine, especially the West End (Rancho Cucamonga, Ontario, Chino, Claremont, Upland, San Dimas, etc...  Of course, I'm biased.)

But surfer chick wasn't thrilled to be so far away from the ocean.  Me, I'm not a big beach person.  I find it fun to visit at times, for sure.  But not everyday.  Just my two worthless cents.  I get why people like it, though.

Now I really did consider Lake Elsinore when it was time to get my own apartment.  I could dig living by a lake.  I couldn't find anything down there and really, it was a bit of a drive to La Verne from there.

Anyway......

Now Craig and Dharma....uh, I mean Gemini....had a unit in an area of the park that Don lovingly referred to as "Shitsville", "The Tenement",  "Wasteland" and "Fucking money drain."  

Man, "Dharma and Greg".....that show was terrible.  Horrible.  Full of cliches and stereotypes.  Unreal.  Pure dogshit.  Literally every character was a total stereotype.  Shit writers on that series.  So bad.  Not even getting to watch Jenna Elfman made it worth the time.  GTFOH with that.

The "Wasteland" was a section of the park left over from the original park.  It was the same area that Brenda had lived in and that Iris had lived in before moving.  It wasn't horrible.  In fact, it was comparable to most of the nicer parks I had worked in.  But it didn't bring in da big bucks.  

Don's goal was to get that section vacated--and it was pretty much getting there when Gemini and I were spending a lovely day doing the Dance With No Pants (yes, I stole that from The Big Bang Theory).  Once vacated, he got rid of all the smaller and rundown units.  

He didn't force anybody out.  He just waited until people moved out and then didn't rent out the unit again.  Which meant more bigger units bought.  Which meant more work for me.  Which meant more money for me.  

He could have just kicked people out once their leases were up.  But Don was cool.  He didn't want to screw anybody over.  But as areas opened up, he did replace the older units with renovated, bigger units.  

So it was a couple of days after I got into Iris' pants for the first, wonderful time.  And two older smaller units in "Shitsville" had been vacated and replaced with a nice, big, pile of shit unit that I had the privilege of turning into a luxury unit.

I remember when I first met Gemini.  It was in November of 1981, I believe.  I was working on a nearby unit when she came up and said hello.  We chatted for awhile until Craig showed up and they went off to the recreation area to grab some dinner.  Yes, Brindlewood had it's own little cafe.

As she was leaving, I was focused on her wonderful, magical ass when she turned her head slightly and shot me a smile.  She knew I was looking and she didn't seem to mind a bit.  And every time I talked to her after that, she was a major flirt.  Lots of smiles, always a touch.  I loved it, but just because a girl flirts doesn't mean she wants to fuck.  

And Craig worked some weird hours, needless to say.  I never ran into her much when he wasn't around.  It was a tad frustrating.  You'd think a guy would have the class to give me some time to bang his wife.

I would find out a few months later, during my far-too-short time time with Lana, that Gemini loved her some smokey-tokey and was one of her regular clients.  Man, that place was loaded with tokers, both men and women.  Not that I'd ever take advantage of that.

Ahem.

So I was sizing up this new monstrosity with my main girl, my buddy, my fuckpal, my favorite BrindlePoachette, Trish, when I looked over and saw Gemini working in her front yard.

"Waste-oid."

"Hot waste-oid." 

"Smokes pot all day, lays in the sun, drinks, doesn't do shit.  Gives a few surfing lessons on the weekend and writes horoscopes.  Give me a fucking break.  Pothead loser.  Reverend Jim."

Okay, my younger readers may not get that reference.  Do a web search for "Reverend Jim Taxi"  And if you want to really laugh, search Rev. Jim Taxi driver's test.  It's hard to understand how the same industry that produced this brilliant series also shit out Dharma and Greg.  

"She's still hot."
"Yeah, she is.  And that's about it."

"You're hotter."
"Fuck yeah I am.  You wanna fuck her, don't you?"

"Yeah."
"What a shock."

"Yeah, and you don't want to take it from her husband, huh?"

"No comment."

I never found out why exactly Trish didn't like Gemini.  Trish usually didn't give two shits about what people did or didn't do.  And it wasn't jealousy.  We were fuck buddies.  Literally.  I really considered her to be a great friend.  A great friend who was hot and liked to fuck. 

Maybe it just had to do with the fact that Trish was busting her hot ass working and going to school while she saw Gemini flaking out in the backyard getting high every week day.  Trish was no stranger to pot, and we often lit up during our fuck sessions.  But something about Gemini rubbed her the wrong way.  

Gemini was always ready to hang ten.

So Trish and I finished up our evaluation of the place.  Trish would help me replace the roof and flooring and install the A/C and a few other things.  The cleanup and rest of the renovation was up to your kindly Uncle Ryan.

I started hosing down the unit with a power washer.  About ten minutes into it, I heard somebody say, "Hey Ryan."

I turned and saw the Gemini Dream standing there.  Totally stoned.

"Hey Gemini.  How you doing?"

"Good.  You?"
"Great."
"I see Miss Stick-Up-Her-Ass is gone."

Huh.  I guess Gemini didn't like Trish, either.

"Uh huh."

"So....you working all day?"

Okay, finally an opening.  FINALLY.

"For a couple of hours."
"Yeah?  Well, if you have some time after, maybe come over and hang out for a bit?  Craig's teaching all day."

"Be there at 12."

"Nice.  See ya."

I wasn't slacking.  Bob hadn't gotten the paint for me yet and aside from washing the exterior and picking up some trash inside, there wasn't a lot to do.  I decided though, that I was going to use this break to go straight home and study and pass on the opportunity to fuck Gemini.  At some point, I had to start acting like an adult.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

Yeah, right.

I wrapped up around 11:45 and headed over to Gemini's place.  I knew that she'd be in the backyard.  And she was.  In an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny yellow polka dot bikini.

Well.....okay.  shorts and a tank top.  Whatevs!

I sat down next to her and she offered me a hit.  I took it.

We took turns toking for a few minutes and then she reached out and tugged at my shirt.

"Why don't you take that off?"

"And you take yours off?"

She didn't say anything.  She just stood up and pulled off her tank top.  No bra.

I leaned over and pulled down her shorts.  She stepped out of them and I ran my hand up between her legs, fingering her smooth, wet pussy.

"Fuck."

I stood up and we started kissing.  I reached down and played with her ass as our tongues pushed against the other.

After a minute, she pulled away and stretched out on a lounge chair and spread her legs.  I stripped out of my t-shirt and shorts, revealing a very hard Mr. Happy.

I crawled up between her legs and started licking her pussy.

By the way, this was wooden lounge chair, not one of those flimsy aluminum chairs.  Kinda hard to fucky-wucky on those.  Trust me, I've learned this the hard way.  And if you try to do the fucky-wucky on one of those aluminum chairs.....don't try it while you're stoned.

It didn't take long.  She was halfway there by the time I started licking her.  She was soaked and all I had to do was lick her pussy and run my tongue over her clit for a few minutes before she gripped the chair hard and let out a load groan.

I stood up and she repostioned herself on the chair so that she was sitting on the side of it.  

"Come here."

 Chicks with guns are hot.

I took a few steps over to her and she grabbed my very hard cock and she started sucking.  She licked my balls and ran her tongue up from my balls to the tip of Mr. Happy.

"Groovy, baby!  Make love; not war!"

"Shut fucking up."

She went back to sucking Mr. Happy, taking her hands and grabbing my ass with her hands.  She spent a few minutes giving me what I can only describe as a "power blowjob."  I started groaning and she got up and stood behind me, grasping my aching cock again.  

Then the blowjob officially transitioned to an old-fashioned.  The hot hippie chick slid her hand up and down the shaft of my cock at full speed.  She spent a couple of minutes keeping this frenetic pace.  

"I want you to fucking cum, baby.  Spray that cum.  Then you can spray it in my pussy.  C'mon baby.  Fucking wanted to fuck you for a long time.  Gimmie that cum.....c'mon......"

I was happy to oblige, spraying a huge load on her hand and patio.  She smiled and looked at her hand.  Then she reached down and rubbed it into her pussy.

Fuck.

"Lie down, Gemini Dream."

"Oh, I like that.  Gemini Dream!"

While I didn't have any lube available that I liked to use when administering the Palm Pilot, I didn't exactly need it.

I put my hand on her slick pussy and started jacking this Jill off.  As I worked my hand around her pussy, I started sucking her hard nipples.  

"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk....."

I can honestly say that I didn't move my hand as fast as Gemini Dream did hers, but that was okay.  I just wanted to make her cum and make her cum hard.  So I worked on her hard clit and kept sliding two fingers into her wet pussy.  After a few minutes, Gemini whimpered, moaned, and then arched her back and came.

"That's my girl."
"You got that right."

I leaned down and we kissed for a few minutes.  When she had recovered from her orgasm-a-saurus, she stood up and said, "Lie down."

I laid down on my back and Gemini straddled me and eased her pussy slowly down my cock.  She gently bit her loser lip as she glided down.   Fuck yeah, this was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than studying!  I was getting an "A" in Hippie Chick Fucking 101!

After a few minutes in this position, Gemini got up, turned around and lowered herself back down my cock again.  Reverse cowgirl fun!  We spent several minutes in this position.  I could hear her groaning and throwing out the occasion "fuck" and "oh shit yes".  After about ten minutes, my hippie dream fuck was cumming.

"Fuck, you're too much, baby."

She stood up and smiled.  

"Get up."

I got up and she laid down.  I mounted her and slid into her again.  We started kissing and kept going for another ten minutes, when she groaned, said "Oh fucking shit baby!" and came again.  

I thrust into her a few more times and said, "Gonna cum, Gemini."

"Yeah....cum in me....fill my pussy baby.....pump your hot cum into me."

Man, this girl had a mouth when she was turned on.  And I loved it.

After that session, we ordered a pizza (yeah, pot and pizza....) and gobbled it down.  Then we lit up again and went into her bedroom and fucked two more times.  I left around four, sobered up, and thankful that I wasn't meeting any other girl that day.  Gemini had drained me dry.  We hooked up three more times that week.  It was awesome.  She was awesome.

I tell you Poacher Nation, I really was hoping that this hippie hottie would be a long term poachette.  But it was not to be.  

The Monday after our last lick-n-stick, which was on the previous Friday, Gemini came up to me while I was working.

"One last time?"

"What?"
"I'm taking off.  This marriage thing is old.  I'm so out.  Got a job at a surf shop in San Diego!  Full-time!  Gonna crash with an old boyfriend and his girlfriend till I find my own place!  They have a spare bedroom."

Ummmmmmm.....okay........

I congratulated her and we went over and had one last toke and fuck session.  A couple of days later, she was waving me goodbye as she drove her Toyota out of Brindlewood.

Yeah, I know.  I would have thought she'd be cruising around in a VW Microbus, too.  You know, those things are pretty fucking cool.  I'd get one, but I have to drive around in a KIA Soul.  

You know, because I'M A FUCKING HAMSTER!

So it only ended up being a week or so with this poachette.  But it ended up being a busy week.  I fucked Trish, Pilar, and Iris on top of Gemini.  I was a little tired, but very happy, needless to say.  

Oh, and remember me accusing Trish of wanting some Craig cock?  Yeah, well, one day after Gemini split, maybe a week or two after, I was walking by Craig's unit when I saw Trish coming out, tucking her shirt into her jeans.

She saw me smiling, smiled back, and said, "Shut the fuck up."  I gave her shit about that until she moved away.  I don't know for sure, but I'd guess that she fucked him several times over the next couple of months.  But I was cool with it.

True friends support each other's promiscuity.

Craig ended up moving out in December.  I actually talked to him when he was packing up his U-Haul (which probably broke down five miles into his trip).  His ex-wife was moving to Washington, and he decided to move up there as well.  They had always been civil to each other after the divorce and time brought them to a good place.  She liked the idea of him being close to their son.  

He landed a job teaching at a private high school up there.  He got lucky--a teacher was going on maternity leave, so he was going to take over for her and then get his own classes the following year.  I wished him luck and he was off.

Craig was actually pretty cool.  I mean, aside from dumping his wife for a young hippie hottie.  That was a dick move.  Then again, glass houses, right?  I mean, look at my hobby.  Oh, and what did he teach?  Dude had a PhD in chemistry.  Pretty impressive.  He mentioned something about going into private industry eventually.  I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

When Craig left, that left a huge area of "Shitsville" available for "Don Urban Renewal".  Two more rehab projects came in.  Mo' money for Ryan!  The area in that unit was pretty deserted, so Gemini and I were never worried about being caught while going at it in her backyard.

So here's to you, hot astrologist hippie stoner surfer chick!  I hope you're happy and I hope you're doing well!  You were awesome--and probably still are.

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