Geri

 

When:  July 1984
Status:  Boyfriend (1984);  Married, two grown children (Present)
Occupation:  Loan Officer (1984); Retired (Present)
Meetings:  1 (over 3 days)
Age:  24/63 (Present)
Quoteable:  "Admit it.  I'm better than Lorna in bed."

Picking up from the Lorna entry....

So, I was in the shower and in stepped a giggling Geri.

"Not to push my luck, but don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, but we're not exclusive."

That was all I needed to hear.  We started kissing and after a couple of minutes, Geri got on her knees and started sucking my very hard Mr. Happy.  Geri worked hard on my cock, and sucked me like a pro.  

Watching this beautiful Filipina girl working my cock was too much and after a couple of minutes, I pulled out and shot my wad all over her tits.  Geri giggled and stood up and we lathered each other up and then finished our shower.

We dried off and jumped into bed.  Geri lit up a happy stick and we got nice and toasted.  After we were done and had gotten nice and high, Geri rolled on top of me and we started kissing again.  I ran my hands up and down her back, finally resting on her ass.  I squeezed her soft ass cheeks, and Geri moaned.

 Geri lifted her head and smiled at me.  I smiled and said, "What?"

She didn't say anything.  She just propped herself up and moved up and straddled my face.  

Yum!

She reached her hands down and spread her lips, exposing her hard clit.  I went to work, licking, sucking and kissing her clit.  As she worked her way to an orgasm, she started moaning and gyrating her hips.  After just a few minutes, she let out a guttural moan, and I felt her body shake as she came.

Geri leaned down and kissed me.  She then swung her body around, laid on her stomach, and started sucking a very hard Mr. Happy.  As I laid there enjoying the sensation of her mouth on my cock, I looked at her hot little ass just sitting there all by its lonesome.

I reached over to it and started playing with it.  I saw her body jerk a little.  Was that a "Don't you dare" reaction?   Or was it a "Fuck yes" reaction?

Only one way to find out...

I sqeezed her right cheek firmly.

"Yeah...."

Well that answered that!

I massaged her ass and ran my hand between her ass cheeks.  Geri spread her legs even futher in response.  And I reponded by fingering her asshole.  She jerked and started jacking my cock as she sucked me.  She then straddled me again, as she kept sucking my cock.

I leaned forward and started licking her pussy and ass.  Geri groaned and started sucking my cock even harder.  And that made me lick her pussy and ass even harder.  After a few minutes of me dining at the Y and Geri swallowing my pride and joy, she let out out a loud groan and came.  

She got off of me, smiled, and said, "Fuck, baby!"

Geri lit up another joint and we popped open a couple of beers.  I lit up a joint of my own and soon we were really fucked up.  

Geri then laid on the bed and spread her legs and rubbed her pussy.  

"C'mon...put on that rubber and get to work."

I had to obey this fine young woman.  I mean, I AM a workaholic!

I crawled onto Geri and slid in my hard cock into her wet pussy.  She let out a sigh as I slid into her.  She then wrapped her legs around mine and said, "Fuck me hard."

I tried my best.  We were both high as a kite and it was tough for us to get into a real rythym.  But we did manage, and after several minutes of "false starts" (accompanied by a lot of laughing), we did find manage to synchronize our movements and I managed to make Geri cum twice before I shot my load into my condom.

I carefully pulled out of her and rolled onto my back.  

"Fuck, that was great!  Once we remembered how to fuck!"

We laughed again.

"Babe, I'm really fucking hungry?  You?"
"Starving."

"There's a pizza place just down the street. I don't think they deliver on Sundays, though."

"We can walk down there and get it."

"You're on."

Geri then phoned in a huge order.  We both had the muchies bad, needless to say, and Geri ordered a ton of shit.

We took another shower and kinda/sorta sobered up a bit.  We then got dressed and headed down to the pizza place.  It was about a ten minute walk and that really helped to sober us some more.

We held hands all the way there and talked.  She told me about her boyfriend and that he was cool but not really, in her words, "a keeper".  

"So definitely not a monogamous relationship?"
"No, not at all.  I mean, I guess I sleep around some, but not a total slut," she said laughing.
"What about you?"
"Oh, I'm a total slut."

She laughed again. 

I loved her smile.

"That's cool."

We arrived at the pizza place earlier than we expected.  Geri looked at her watch and said, "It won't be ready for a few minutes, so....."

She grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the building.  It was around 4:00 and not even close to being dark out.  It was basically a small parking lot for customers of the pizza place and the convience store on the other side.  We slipped into an alcove and Geri kissed me.  

"I love sucking cock."

She took off her top--no bra--and laid it down and kneeled down on it.  I remember hearing cars speeding by the small complex as Geri starting sucking my cock and playing with my balls.  And there we were, my dick and her tits out, barely hidden in the alcove.

She rubbed my cock over her mouth and the ran her tongue up the shaft.

"Your precum tastes great....."

As I approached blastoff, Geri stood up next to me, grabbed my cock and jerk me to orgasm.  I blew my load onto the ground.

"Wow."
"Yeah, I'm good, I know!"

I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss and we went and picked up our food.  

We walked back to the hotel room and cracked up a couple of beers and smoked another joint as we ate.  And man, we ate A LOT.  Finally, after we finally stopped scarfing down all our food, smoking more pot, and drinking more beer, it was closing in on seven o'clock.  Geri stripped out of her clothes and said, "I'm fucking wiped out."

I was too at that point.  Yeah, I had only been up like seven hours, but I had fucked two hot chicks several times over the past two days and it was catching up to me.  I saw Geri climbing into bed and motion with her finger for me to join her.

I stripped out of my clothes and joined her.  We turned off the lights, kissed and cuddled for awhile and then passed out.  

I woke up around 3:30 in the morning to the feeling of a warm mouth on my cock.  I was already rock hard.  

"We can go back to sleep after we fuck," I heard Geri say with a giggle.

Then I saw the light of a lit joint in her hand.  I finished it off while she made Mr. Happy very Happy.  

I remember the moonlight shining into the room.  I could see this beautiful girl partially lit, and that turned me even more.  I saw her prop herself on her knees and reach for a condom.  I also saw her grab something else.

"Let's go backdoor, babe," she said, handing me a small bottle of what turned out to be lube.  "I want to get nasty."

I rolled the condom on and lubed her asshole up, sliding my middle finger in and out several times.

"Yes...yes.....love this...."

Geri spread her cheeks and I eased my hard cock slowly into her tight ass.  She let out a little gasp as I slowly worked my cock all the way in.  I eased into a slow, steady pace, sliding my cock all the way into her and then almost all the way out--until just the head of my cock was in.  And it was wash, rinse, repeat for several minutes.

Soon, Geri's body tensed up and she let out an "Oh baby!" and came hard.  After she came, I pulled out and pulled off the condom.  I stroked Mr. Happy a few times and then shot my load onto Geri's ass.

We got up and kissed.  Then we went outside on the porch.  There were no fences between the rooms, so anybody who walked onto their patios would have gotten an eyeful.  We didn't give a fuck.  We sat there bare ass naked, smoking a couple of joints and downing a couple of beers.   

It was great.

We went in a crashed again.  We both woke up around 10 A.M. and fucked yet again.  This girl was fucking horny.  And it didn't matter how many times I had fucked the previous couple of days, she got me hard as a rock.  

After that, we went out and I bought her lunch at Steer N' Stein.  Then we went for a nice drive to Rancho Cucamonga to visit Emma (her gay friend I had met a couple of days earlier.  Emma's girlfriend, Jenna, was at work).  Emma was laughing her ass off at the fact that Geri and I were partying for a few days.  

We stayed there for a couple of hours and then headed back to the hotel.  And we started toking and drinking again (although this time we were prepared, having brought a ton of food back with us.)   And after getting high and drunk, we went back to fucking again.  

And Tuesday, we just staying in, doing the exact same thing.  I lost count how many times I fucked Geri.  It was awesome.  

On Wednesday morning, we woke up, fucked again (the only time we fucked when we weren't high and drunk) and showered and got dressed.  Geri had rented a car, so she didn't need a ride down to Ontario Airport.  We hugged and kissed goodbye.  Before she left, I handed her my number.  

"If you ever move back down (something she had mentioned was a possiblity) give me a call.  We can go out on a real date."

Her face fell a little.

"Sweetie, you're great...."

Aw, shit.

"But you know how you guys always say that you date a stripper, but you don't marry her?"

"Yeah."

"You're the stripper.  And I had my fun with you.  But you're not relationship material."

Fuck, blunt much?  And totally out of the blue.  I mean....she was right, though.

"But....you're still amazing.  In and out of bed.  But you're not ready for a relationship.  Take care.  You're an incredible fuck."

And she got in her car, backed up, turned and waved one last time, and took off.

"C'mon already!"

And I went home.  I had a lot of women ready and willing to ride the Ryan Express.  Geri was right.  And while the bluntness kind of disarmed me, well, the truth can often do that to us.

And I never did hear from her again.  Well, not for over forty years.

Anyway, in the summer of 2018, before I started the Brindlewood series, I decided to do a little more research about Lorna and her breakup with Bradley..  And what I found out was a swerve worthy of a great wrestling angle.

I searched "Geri Smith" on FB and <boom>, I found her.  

Not her real name, needless to say.  And her maiden name was pretty distinctive.  We had a laugh as she taught me how to pronounce it when we met, so I was pretty sure that it was her.  Her picture looked similar to what she might have looked like after so many years as well.  Well, as much as it could.

I wasn't sure how'd she react to hearing from me.  Was she even going to remember me?  Well, probably.  But what if she didn't want to hear from me?  

I couldn't resist.  I messaged her.  I explained who I was and just wanted to say hello.  I didn't know what to expect.  

She messaged me back and wrote that she was very happy to hear from me. She remembered me and "that crazy week."  After several messages of small talk, she said, "So.  You must be wondering about Lorna and Bradley?"

"Well, since you brought it up."
"You ready for a story?"

"You bet."
"Well, she fucked me over, and I returned the favor."
"I gotta hear about that."

"Well, a couple of years after the wedding, I took a job at Acme Bank in San Bernardino and moved back down.  One day, I went to see her in Loma Linda.  She introduced me to this really cute guy named Dave, who was her classmate.  I had recently become single and when Dave asked me out, I jumped at it.  Dave and I dated for about eight months or so.  Then one Friday, I drove up to Brindlewood after work to visit her.  As I walked up the porch, I heard something.  I looked into the window and Dave was fucking that bitch on the couch."

"Wow."

"Yeah.  LOL."

"So I left.  I didn't know how to react, what to do.  I wanted to blast both of them.  But I just went home and had a good cry.  I spent the weekend alone, being miserable.  I ignored all my phone calls.  Dave kept leaving me messages.  But I just ignored them.  On Sunday night, I had finally calmed down enough to decide to get my revenge.  And you'll love this."

"I bet I will."

"You will.  As I was eating dinner, I was thinking about that wedding day.  And I remembered encouraging her to fuck you--even though I really wanted to fuck you.  But Since Bradley was such a POS, I figured Lorna should have some fun.  And from what she told me, she had A LOT of fun."

"Yeah.....I did too."

"Yeah, I bet.  How many times did you fuck her?"

"Five, I think."

"Well, not nearly as many times as you ended up fucking me.  LOL"

"Anyway, as I thought of that day, I remembered that about six months after the wedding, I was visiting Lorna.  Shithead was out of town.  And we were all drunk.  All the girls, me, Lorna, Mandy, Emma and Jenna were there.  And out of the blue, Lorna gets up, staggers into another room, and brings out some pictures.  She said that they were the ones 'that photographer guy' took of her when they fucked after the wedding."

"She didn't even remember my name?"

"LOL No.  That's just how she was, Ryan.  So we're all laughing.  And finally Lorna wants to put the pics back in her 'safe spot'.  I had to help her, she was so drunk, and she had them in a small safe that she stashed in a filing cabinet in her closet."

"Nice safe place."

"I know, right?  So that Sunday night....I was thinking about all that....I knew what to do.  I called her and asked if she wanted to hang out the following Friday night.  Get some Chinese.  I knew that Bradley would be out of town again.  She said yes.  I called up Mandy and she came over.  I told her everything and I had her take a Polaroid of my middle finger."

"This is getting better by the minute."

"Lorna had pissed off all of us by that point.  She was so arrogant and full of herself.  Putting down everybody.  She always had a touch of the bitch in her, and the better she did at Loma Linda, the worse she got.  So that Friday night, I got that bitch fucking hammered.  Then I asked to see those pictures again.  She got them out, we laughed, and I told her to stay put and I'd put them back.  I walked into her bedroom and opened the safe and put the picture of my middle finger in the envelope with a note saying, 'This is for fucking my boyfriend, bitch'."  

"This is hilarious."

"It is.  And I went out and she was passed out on the couch.  I left and the next day, I sent the pictures to Bradley via certified mail.  I wanted to protect you, so I wrote that I was a guest at the wedding and took Lorna to a motel in Fontana and fucked her after the reception.  That I felt guilty and wanted him to know that he couldn't trust his wife."

"No wonder Bradley never confronted me."

"Exactly.  I told him that I was a friend of Bradley's parents.  LOL"

"Well, it worked.  Did Lorna ever confront you?"

"She left a nasty voice mail when she figured out that I was the one who sent the pics.  I just laughed when I heard it.  She would never have the guts to confront me in person."

"I assumed you dumped David?"

"Fuck yeah.  I called him after I sent the pics to Bradley and cursed him out and dumped his ass.  Fuck both of them."
"You dodged a bullet."
"I sure did."

  

We chatted some more and caught up.  Geri was 58, married and had two grown daughters, and was now a grandmother.  As we bid our goodbyes, Geri said, "Hold on, Ryan."

"Yes?"

"That thing I said to you?  Comparing you to a stripper?  I'm sorry.  I could be a bitch back in the day.  That was a shitty thing to say to you.  I was the one who asked you to stay and party with me.  I'm really ashamed that I said that, especially since I was the one acting like a party girl.  Please forgive me."

"It was true.  You don't have to apologize."

"Yeah, I do.  I could have just taken the number and said that I'd call if I was available, whatever.  Let you leave with that.  What I did wasn't cool.  It's bothered me forever.  And you could have easily said the same about me."

"Don't worry about it, Geri.  We're cool.  You gave me 3 days of pure fun.  It really made me laugh more than anything."

"Well, thank you.  Like I said, it's always been in the back of my mind.  It's a relief to talk to you about it."

We chatted for a few more minutes and said our goodbyes.  And I haven't talked to her since.  It sucks that what she said bothered her for so long, especially when it really didn't offend me when she said it.  But I'm glad that she could take any lingering guilt and toss it in the trash where it belongs.

She was a blast.  

For Geri's pics, click here (members only).

Lorna

                     

When:  July 1984
Status:  Newlywed
Occupation:  Medical student
Age:  24
Meetings:  2
Quoteable:  "I know what I'm doing is wrong, but have you ever MET Bradley?"

Remember in the last entry when I had a theory as to why Gretchen sabotaged my interview at that law firm?

Let's delve into this.  And this is one of my wildest poaching stories ever.  

Shortly after I started fucking Gretchen, we were lying in bed one night and she asked, "Hey, babe, do you do wedding photography?"

"No, but I could.  Why do you ask?"

"My nephew is getting married next month.  You know him, I think.  Bradley?  He's Kevin's sister and her husband's son.  He and Tommy hang around a lot."

Reminder:  Kevin was her husband.  Or as I called him, "Dr. Shitbastard".  And his sister and her husband were total assholes as well.

Oh.....yeahhhhhhhh....I knew Bradley.  Didn't know that he was related to Tommy and Gretchen.  Okay.           

Bradley was a bigger asshole than Tommy was, but unlike Tommy, he was smart and successful.  He was working as an aerospace engineer at Aerojet--the same Aerojet that Pilar's asshole husband Mark worked at).  And considering what utter assholes his parents were, I'm not shocked that he and his bitch sister turned out the way they did.

For the record, there were several employees of Aerojet that lived in Brindlewood, and almost all of them were really cool.

"He and his fiancé Lorna are going to live here after they get married.  Bradley's already in their new place.  But anyway, think you could do it?  Or do you even want to?"

"Which unit?"

"5744."

"I did the rehab on that." 

"Oh, very cool.  So you interested?"

"Definitely."

"How much would you charge?"  

I knew what the full-time wedding photographers charged.  And Bradley's parents were paying for most of the wedding, including paying the photographer.  I gave her a fair figure--something that would save Bradley's parents a little money but one that would put some bread in my pockets.

"That's a ballpark figure, of course.  Could go up a bit or down a bit depending on what he wants."

"That sounds fair.  I'll call him tonight."

"Where's the wedding?"

"That church on Arrow, just about a mile east of Archibald."

"Cool."

Gretchen, much like the blind spot she held toward her son, also had a huge blind spot for her nephew.

"So Bradley's fiancee....name's Lorna, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"She came by a couple of times when I was working on the unit.  She came by, said she and her fiance would be moving in soon and she wanted to check it out."

Gretchen rolled her eyes.

"Sounds like that spoiled little girl.  Not enough to just have a place here in Brindlewood while she goes to Loma Linda, but it has to be just right."

"She seemed nice to me."

"Bradley can do better."

Bradley was a bully and a total dicksucker.  But I wasn't about to start shit with a poachette, let alone a new one.  So I let it go.

A couple of days later, Bradley's father called me and we worked out what he wanted--which was basically what I suggested--and we sealed the deal.  Much like his son, he was a rude douchebag.  

So one morning in late July, I found myself pulling into the parking lot of a beautiful church.  I checked my watch--8 A.M.  The wedding wasn't due to start until 3:00, but always get to a job assignment really early.  I got out and found the wedding planner, Caroline.  

"Hi Ryan.  How you doing?"

"Great.  How are you?"

"Frazzled.  Comes with the job."

"I bet.  I'm gonna take some pics of the church."

"Hey, after you do that, could you go over to the Acme Hotel?"

"Uh, sure.  Where is it?  And why?"

"Lorna and the bridesmaids are staying there.  Rented a double suite.  Lorna

wants you to take some pre-wedding pics.

I went back to my car and finished off my breakfast.  Then I swigged down the last of my coffee and set up my camera.  I put the film in and started clicking some pics of the church.  Then I went inside and took some more.  

When I was done, I hopped into my car and headed to the hotel.  It was up in the foothills of Alta Loma, and took about twenty minutes to get there.  The view made the drive worth it.  And if that view didn't make the drive worth it, what I was about to see certainly did.  

I got out of my car and knocked on the room's door.  #64.  Why I remember that number, I have no clue.  But it was room #64.

A cute, semi-drunk girl opened the door.

"Hey, you the photographer?"

"I am."

"I'm Geri.  Come on in!"

I walked into the room, only to see two girls wearing robes.  It was surreal.  I looked at one of the beds and saw two girls cuddled up together.

Lorna was the hottest thing that was ever on that television.

One of them giggled and said, "I'm Jenna, and this is Emily, my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you."

They both grabbed robes that were on their nightstands, got out of bed--bare ass naked--and put the robes on.  They smiled at me as they walked out to the patio and lit up a joint.

And what the fuck kind of wedding was I walking into here?

"Hi again.  So you work on mobile homes and moonlight as a photographer?" said a hot girl who just happened to be the blushing bride.  She pointed at a girl and said, "that's Ellie," and then pointed a girl with dark brown hair "That's Mandy.  And you've met Geri.  And that's Bobbie."

"It's great to meet all of  you.  And nice to see you again, Lorna."

Lorna smiled, "Same."

Lorna must have noticed my confused expression.

"Sorry.  We're still in party mode."

"That's fine.  I'm in no rush."

Geri giggled.  "Yeah.  In a hotel room with six stoned barely-dressed chicks....."

 

"Well, I'm not going to complain."

Lorna smiled at me.  

"Sorry.  We shouldn't have had you come this early."
"No problem.  I don't have anywhere to go."

Lorna sat down and we had some coffee.  Geri lived out of town, so it was just easier for her to come as a guest and not a bridesmaid.  But Lorna had wanted her to join in all of the pre-wedding fun.  

"So are you nervous?"

"Nah.  I don't really love him.  In fact, I don't really even like him.  And I'm pretty sure that he doesn't even like me that much."

The other girls laughed.  Lorna noticed the confused expression on my face.

"I know.  I know.  So why marry him?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Money.  That simple.  His parents will pay all of my tuition for medical school.  I've been dating him for four years.  I want payback.  He's obnoxious, controlling, and cheats on me.  And his parents are assholes.  And his aunt Gretchen.....total bitch."

<cough cough>

Geri put it more bluntly.  "He's a total asshole.  Called Jenna and Emily freaks once."

"More than once," Jenna added.

 

Kiss the bride?  I got to FUCK the bride!

Lorna took another sip of her coffee.

"Not cool."

Lorna sighed.  "No, not at all."

"I mean, I don't care.  I know gay guys, gay girls, bisexuals.....it doesn't matter."

Emily smiled and said, "Tell that to my parents."

I'd like to mention at this point that all these cuties were in robes--not tied.  They definitely weren't shy.  And I definitely didn't mind the view.

The six of us spent a couple of hours talking.  It was awesome.  All these chicks were hot, smart, and funny.  

Emma and Jenna were gay and had just moved into their own apartment in Rancho Cucamonga.  Emma was a nurse and Jenna was a bookkeeper.   Ellie was a kindergarten teacher.  Geri was a loan officer and Mandy was a paramedic (have mercy, perform CPR on me, girl!).  Bobbie was a sales chick for a high-end car dealershop.  They were all single, but had boyfriends (except for Emma and Jenna, of course) and were all friends from high school.  

Lorna had just graduated from Pepperdine and had been accepted into Loma Linda's medical program and was set to start in September.

Around 10 or so, Emma let out a breath and said, "Guess we should start getting ready.  No need to leave, Ryan."

Then Geri chimed in. 

"Hey, Lorna.  This guy's cute.  You should fuck him."

"GERI!"

"I'm serious!  All Bradley does is cheat and treat you like shit.  You should fuck Ryan!  He's hot!"

Aw, shucks....

The others were laughing and goading Lorna on.  Imagine five hot chicks encouraging the bride to fuck the photographer right before the wedding.

I looked at Lorna.  She was laughing.

"Well.....that would be the ultimate middle finger to Bradley...."

Five hotties running game for me.  And I was loving it.

After a couple of awkward moments, Lorna looked at me and said, "What do you think?"

"I'm in."

"Well, not yet."

The other girls giggled and went into the other room.

Lorna slipped out of her robe.

"Let's do this!"

I stripped out of my clothes, revealing a very excited Mr. Happy.  

She smiled, looking at my rock hard cock and said, "Oh, that'll do nicely!"

Lorna dropped down to her knees and wrapped her lips around my hard cock and started licking and sucking.  After a few minutes, she got up and we started kissing.  I laid her down on the bed.  

I spread her legs wide and spread her lips open and started running my tongue over her hard clit.  Lorna moaned and spread her legs even wider.  

I slid my tongue in and out of the bride-to-be's pussy.  She bucked her hips and came hard--and loudly.  She looked at me and smiled and said, "Fuck me, baby."

I rolled a condom down a very hard Mr. Happy and mounted Lorna.  She groaned as I slid my cock into her wet pussy.  She wrapped her legs around mine and we started kissing and I started fucking her.

"Harder, baby, harder."

I still remember her nails digging into my skin as I fucked her hard and fast, bringing her to an intense orgasm.  It wasn't a long fuck--maybe five minutes or so.  When she came again, I came with her.  I filled up the condom and pulled out and took it off.

I was still rock hard.  Lorna looked at my cock and said, "Shit, you didn't go soft...."

"No, and we're gonna go again."

"Fuck yeah we are."

Then she took the condom and laughed.  She put her finger in it and wiped just a bit of cum onto her wedding dress.

Fuck, that was cold, heartless--and hilarious.

I laid down and Lorna straddled my head so we could 69.  I was licking her pussy and ass, trying to get her to cum again as fast as I could.  Lorna was sucking my cock and I heard her say, "Fuck your cum tastes good, baby."

I laughed to myself thinking about Bradley kissing those lips after being pronounced Asshole and Wife.

She came again and then grabbed a condom and rolled it down Mr. Happy.  Then she slid down my cock and started riding me hard.

She leaned down on her arms and started thrusting and gyrating hard against my hips.  She was fucking me so hard that I was worried that she'd either break the condom or pull it off by accident.  

My fears weren't realized, however.  And after two more Lorna-gasms, I filled up my second condom of the morning.  

Lorna rolled off me and said, "FUCK.....that felt so good!"

I laughed and said, "Hey, after the reception, we can do it again."

She smirked and said, "Hey, that's not crazy.  Bradley is a pretty heavy drinker.  If he gets drunk enough, I'll take him home and put him to bed to pass out.  If that happens, we're gonna fuck again."

Man, ain't weddings GREAT?????

I went and took a quick shower, and Lorna took hers while I was getting dressed.  The other ladies then joined us and we had some breakfast that the hotel provided on the porch.  Then all these gorgeous beauties started getting ready for the wedding.  Then the hair stylists and beauticians arrived to get the ladies ready.  I took quite a few photos of the proceedings.

I took off around noon and headed to the church for the wedding.

The reception itself was held at Brindlewood's event room.  So of course, I ran into quite a few poachettes there, including Pilar.

Around the end of the reception, just as Lorna had predicted, Bradley was drunk off his ass.  Lorna pulled me aside and said, "Meet me at the hotel in an hour.  I'm gonna have his idiot friends help me get him up to our place."

I checked my watch.  It was 10:00.  

Here cums the bride.

I said my goodbyes, and ran into Gretchen on the way out and we made fuck-plans for the following Friday night.  I had already bagged a fuck-date with a brand new poachette, Madelyn, had Pilar lined up for the following Saturday, and was going to fuck the bride again.

I drove back the hotel and didn't have to wait too long before the blushing bride showed up--in her wedding dress, no less.

"Hey, baby!  Ready for some more fun?"

"You know it."
"I got a couple of hours.  I left a note for Bradley, telling him that I had to run back to the hotel to pick something up really quick."

We went into the room.  We could hear her friends talking and partying in the next room.  

Lorna opened the door and popped her head into the room and said, "Hey girls!  We're having another go at it!"

Hoots and howls came in response.

Lorna and I then went at it for another couple of hours.  I challenged her to my Hour Doggy Fuck--remember, that's when a poachette takes it doggy style and sees how long she can last.  Lorna ended up tapping after thirty five minutes (and four orgasms).

At one in the morning, Lorna got up and took a shower.  It was time to return to her adoring husband.

That's okay.  I was beginning to pass out and as I was fading into dreamland, I remember feeling Lorna kiss me and saying, "Thanks for making my wedding day and night so memorable.  Remember, I want a copy of those pictures!  Gotta catch a plane to Alcapulco in the morning!"

And fade to black.

The next thing I remember is waking up around noon and saying, "Shit....I missed checkout time...."

"No, no you didn't."

I opened my eyes and saw the lovely Geri in a robe  I smiled and got out of bed.  

"Yeah, not bad," she said, looking at Mr. Happy.

"Thank you," I said laughing.

"I got these rooms for a few more days.  The other girls have left, so it's just you and me.  They told me to tell you goodbye and that it was great meeting you.  Anyway, I don't have to head back up to Tacoma until Wednesday.  Wanna hang with me?  Smoke some pot and drink?  And....you know...."

Fuck.  Yes.  I.  Did.

The cute girl went into the adjoining room.  I drug myself into the shower and enjoyed the nice, hot water.   Then I heard the bathroom door open and saw Geri step into the shower with me.

And more on her in the next entry.

I ended up developing two sets of the pictures I took of Lorna after we got back to the motel.  And while I thought that we might be hooking up again, I wasn't really surprised that we didn't.  We'd chat once in awhile when we'd see each other when I was working at Brindlewood, but that was about it.  

And now the fun begins.

In September of 1986, I got a call to go up to Brindlewood.  It had been about two months since I had done any work there.

 

I pulled into the front office to get the keys to the unit I'd be working on and saw Don and his wife, Carolyn.  I ended up chatting and catching up with them for awhile.  We talked about various tenants, past and present.  I eventually asked about Lorna and Bradley.

Don and Carolyn laughed. 

She smiled and said, "Oh, you missed a show."

"Really?"

Don said, "Big time.  Last month, we had to call the cops.  Lorna and Bradley were out in front of their unit screaming at each other.  I shit you not."

I listened attentively while Don went on to explain the whole clusterfuck that was the end of Bradley and Lorna's epic love story.

It turns out that it looked like Lorna had cheated on Bradley.....ON THEIR WEDDING DAY!  And not only that, the guy Lorna cheated on him with took pictures!  And Bradley somehow found those pictures and the shit hit the fan.

Holy cow!  Who knew?

And I wouldn't find out the whole story until just a couple of years ago.  And that'll be in the next entry.

As for how this ties into Gretchen and how she fucked me out of a job in 1991 at her law firm?  I think that she heard about Lorna--of course she did--and put 2 and 2 together and figured out that I was the guy who fucked her beloved nephew's bride that day many years earlier.  It's the only explanation I have.  

Anyway, enjoy leering at Lorna.  I sure did!  Oh, and fuck you, Gretchen.  I'm glad that I had the pleasure of plowing your precious nephew's bride several times on her wedding day and night.  And that was probably more pussy than he got off her during their marriage.

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Gretchen

 

When:  May 1984 to January 1985

Status:  Married 25 years, 2 grown children

Occupation:  Lawyer

Age:  46

Meetings:  Lost count

Quoteable:  "Why isn't this shit (pot) legal?"

As I mentioned in the Nora entry, I had some inside intel on Tommy's mom, Gretchen.  And settle in--it's a long entry.

Speaking of Nora, she did a fucking job on this guy.  He was fucking ruined for a few months.  How do I know?

He told me.  And I loved every minute of it.

I was working on a new rehab in March when he walked by.  He just looked fucking broken.  Over four months after Nora blasted him, he hadn't recovered.  

"Hey, what's up, Tommy?"

Yeah, I knew what was wrong.  And I couldn't resist.  Tommy had always treated his girlfriends--at least the ones I knew about--like shit.  

"Hey dude.  Just getting over a breakup."
"That sucks.  Totally been there."

And he then went on to spill out all the gruesome details of his breakup.

Nora did, indeed, break up with him over the phone.  And she told him everything about our New Year's Eve fuckfest.  Of course, she didn't mention exactly who she spent it with, luckily for me. 

There must have been a ton of shit going on between them, because it sounds like she had a lot of pent-up anger--and she blasted him with it.  Of course, I did suggest she cheat on him (with me, of course) and let him know that she cheated.  So, hey, I guess I have to own up to that.

 

Anyway, back to the subject of this entry.  So what was this inside info I had on Gretchen?  Well, it all goes back to Lana.  

During our few days together back in March of 1982, Lana had cued me in on a ton of gossip, info, whatever you want to call it.  And she cued me into what ladies I had a really good shot with, such as Elizabeth.

And as you might remember from the Lana entry, she had a nice little side business going, growing and selling lots of marijuana.

And so one day, after having downed a joint and engaged in sexual congress....

~Start Dream Sequence Music ~

"So....who else do you sell to?"

"You know that Dr. and his wife?  Last name Smith?"

"That asshole.  He smokes?"

"Only cigarettes.  His wife, Gretchen.  She smokes."

"She's a lawyer, right?"
"Uh huh.  She uses it to unwind." 

"Probably needs it to unwind from her husband."

"He's an asshole.  But her job stresses her out, too.  Sometimes Gretchen and I would 

light up together."

"She's kind of hot.  Think I'd have a shot?"

"Oh yeah.  We were high a few months ago and I confessed that I wanted to fuck you.  She

took a hit and said, 'You're not the only one,' so yeah....."

~End Dream Sequence Music~

I locked away that little bit of information in my "Fuck Information Vault" and went about my business.  

Seeing Tommy reminded me of that conversation.  And his mother, Gretchen,.....well she wasn't too bad to look at.  But it had been awhile since I had last talked to Lana.  Did Gretchen even still toke anymore?  Did she still maybe want to fuck your boy?  It had been almost two years since I had that great time with Lana.

I kicked myself for not acting sooner on this.  But hey, it wasn't like I didn't have a ton of poachettes during that time.  But still, missing out on one would have sucked.

The more the merrier!

Anyway, I decided to keep that info at the front of my mind.  And when I had the chance, I'd find out if I could poach her after all.  

And that chance came in May.  I was working on a Don Rehab Special one day when my girl Trish popped in.

"Hey loser."
"What do you want?"

"6569.  Can you run over today?"

6569?  That's the unit Tommy and his parents lived in.  

"Why?"

"Railing on the deck porch needs securing.  It's really loose."

"Do you really need the 'it's really loose' there?"
"Fuck the shut up."

"That sounds like a Trish job."

"Yeah, yeah.  But I'm swamped."

"So fix it tomorrow."

"You're really trying to cut off the supply, aren't you?"

Then she pointed at her girl zone.

"Okay, okay," I said, laughing.  

"Don will toss you a few bucks too."

"Am I still cut off?"

She laughed.  "Nah."

So around five I started to head over.  Then I stopped myself.  And had a genius idea.  Well, a genius idea for me.

I went out to my car and grabbed a joint.  Then I went inside the unit and took off my shirt.  I lit up the joint and sucked a mouthful of Mother Nature in and blew it all over my shirt.  Then I repeated the process.

"Trying to get the shirt high, Ryan?" you may be asking.  

No.  But Gretchen was--or had been--a toker.  That I knew.  So she'd certainly recognize the smell, right?  At least that was what I was banking on.

I put my now-scented shirt back on and went up to Gretchen's.  I was thrilled when I saw her black Mercedes in the large carport and didn't see Dr. FuckBall's BMW.  

Couch sex is great.

I knocked on the door and saw Gretchen.  

"Hello, Ryan."
"Hello Mrs. Smith."
"You can call me Gretchen.  I thought Trish was coming."

"She's tied up, so I thought I'd help her out."

"Oh, very nice of you.  Come on in."

She led me to the back and showed me the railing.  All I had to do was replace some screws.  But first....

"Uh, sorry about the shirt here.....a couple of friends dropped by and one of them likes to, you know, a lot."

She laughed.  

"Yeah, I thought I smelled something."

"Could we....keep that a secret?  Don't want Don finding out."

"Oh, of course.  My lips are sealed."

You're welcome.  After this song was released, which was the first hit for the Go-Go's, there was a joke going around.  "Why are the Go-Go's still virgins?  Because their lips are sealed."  Hey, I didn't say it was a GOOD joke.

I got my tools and started the job.  I was hoping Gretchen would hang around, and I wasn't disappointed.  We made small talk as I worked and admired her shorts and tank-top ensemble.  Finally, I heard the question that I had been hoping to hear.

"So....do you, you know?"

I made the universal toking gesture.  

"That?"

"Uh huh."

"Sometimes.  Do you?"

"I used to sometimes.....but my, uh, 'provider' moved away."

"Yeah.....I miss Lana too."

Her eyes opened wide.

"You know that Lana was selling it?"
"Yeah, she mentioned it right before she moved away."

"Oh wow.  I could actually use some now.....been forever....."

"I can help with that."

"Oh yeah.  How much do you charge?"
"I don't sell.  But I can easily get my hands on some."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night?  After you get home?"

"Yeah....why don't you come over around five? 

"What about your husband?  And Tommy?"
"Kevin's in Phoenix at a conference.  And Tommy's visiting

friends in San Diego."

"Neither's home now?"
"No."

"Well.....let me finish up here.  

I finished up the railing and said, "Be right back, Gretchen."

I walked/ran to my car and opened my secret compartment, hoping that at least one joint was in there and sure enough, it was.  And it was a "fuck you up" joint.

I walked/ran back up and went into the backyard and onto the deck.  I lit up the joint and handed it to her.  Gretchen took a long, hard drag.  We then sat next together

We destroyed that joint--I let Gretchen have most of it--in just a few minutes.  And Gretchen was high as a kite.  And I subtly--at least I thought subtly--slid my left arm around her shoulders.  Not long after, Gretchen put her hand on my leg and squeezed a little.

"Shit, this stuff is strong!" she giggled, and squeezed my leg again.  I rubbed and ran my fingers up and down her upper arm..

"Ryan, thank you so much."

"My pleasure.  I'll get you some more."
"I'd appreciate that so much."
"Anything for you."

She smiled.

"Anything?"

I leaned over and we started kissing.  She slid her tongue into my mouth as I slid my hand up her shirt and played with her hard nipples--no bra I liked that, of course.

After several minutes of kissing, she pulled away and said, "C'mon.  Let's go inside."

We went into her bedroom and stripped off our clothes.  We wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing.  After about a minute, Gretchen pulled away and smiled and said, "I want to suck your cock."

And she did just that, kneeling down and taking my hard cock into her mouth.  

After a few minutes of this glorious blowjob, Gretchen stood up and smiled.  I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs.  I took a quick look at one of Dr. AssFuck's picture, smiled to myself and thought, "Hey dude.  My tongue's about to perform some physical therapy on your wife's pussy."

I worked on Gretchen's wet pussy for several minutes, alternating between running my tongue and and down her lips, licking her hard clit, and sliding it in and out of her pussy.  It didn't take too much of this "therapy" until Gretchen cried out that she was cumming.  She arched her back and grabbed her tits as she came.

I then mounted her and slid my hard cock into her wet pussy.  She let out of soft grunt as the head of my cock slid in.  She wrapped her legs around mine and placed and her hands on my hips and told me to fuck her fast and hard.

I was happy to oblige.  I thrust hard into her pussy for several minutes until I heard her whimper that she was going to cum.  I kept pounding her all the way through her intense orgasm.  

She looked up at me and said, "C'mon baby....fill me up....."  

I continued to fuck her hard, and Gretchen kept encouraging me to shoot my load.  Soon, I felt that familiar feeling and knew I was about to shoot my payload.  

Gretchen could tell that I was about to cum and moved her hips fast and hard.  And right after that I filled up her snatch.  

We kissed and she smiled and said, "Fuck you're good.  I wanted to give you a good fuck so you'll cum back for more!  I've always had a little thing for you!"

"Well, you certainly did that."

Mr. Happy was still nice and hard.  I pulled my cock out of her pussy and smiled.  Gretchen saw my still-hard cock and smiled back.

I laid on the bed and Gretchen straddled me and eased down onto my hard cock.  This fuck lasted much longer, since I had just shot a load and Gretchen took advantage of it, cumming several times.  I was able to hold on for about twenty minutes as she rocked and gyrated on a very happy Mr. Happy.

At point she groaned, looked down, smiled and said, "I could get used to this."

"You WILL get used to this."

"Fuck yeah I will....."

Soon after than exchange, I blew another load into Gretchen's pussy.  We cuddled for a few minutes and then took a shower together.  And then I headed out to meet Angela for some fun.

We made arrangements for the next day and I was on my way home.

The next day I drove up to Brindlewood and started working.  I had a dilemma, although it was a nice dilemma to have.  Should I provide Gretchen with pot on a meeting-to-meeting basis?  Or should I just give her a bunch and be done with it and see what happens?

I had plenty.  Allow me to 'splain.

So let's go back to the Lana entry.  And you might remember how I wrote that she hooked up her clients with most of her remaining stock?  Well, there was still a lot left.  I just didn't know how much.  But I would soon find out.

So anyway, Lana had left and I was in the bathroom counting my money and putting Lana's rings into my pocket when I heard the banging of a door.  I went outside and checked the shed in their backyard.  

Nope.  That was latched and locked.  Then I heard it again and went in the direction of  the sound.  I walked into the tree line and followed the path and there it was, just outside the trees on the other side.  The door was getting blown open by the wind and then closing.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  

So I walked up and peered in.  It wasn't a disaster area, but it was pretty clear that it hadn't been used in quite a while, judging by the dust buildup.

I looked down at my watch.  It was 12:30.  Lana had mentioned that Jack wouldn't get back until early evening.  So I decided to wander in and look around.

Now, of course, I had no idea to whom this shed belonged.  It was technically on Don's property, but it was just vacant land.  It wasn't in the park's boundaries at all (at least not at that point.)  But I figured I'd just take a look around, anyway.

There were some sawhorses, tools, a lawnmower, a few other things.  And I saw a couple of large metal cabinets running all along the back wall.  I was going to open them, but saw that they were secured with padlocks.

I figured, oh well, and headed back to Lana's place.  I took a shower and dried off and took the towel over to the hamper in the small laundry room.  I saw a couple of toolboxes in the corner along with.....

....a lock cutter.

Well, well.....

I grabbed the lock cutters and headed back to the shed.  I cut the lock off the first cabinet and opened it.  It was full of plastic bags full of pot.

And I knew that it was Lana's.  Lana was so organized that she had a precise way of labelling her bags.  One, type of pot.  Two, where it originated.  Three, when it was planted.  Four, when it was cultivated.  Five, effects of the pot.

I started going through the cabinets, all stuffed with all her different varieties.  And all of it was stored in large, vacuum-sealed food storage bags. 

The weird thing is, is why didn't she have us get rid of this stuff?  She was genuinely concerned about leaving anything that kids could find.  Did she just forget?  As hard as that was to believe, there was a lot of dust on those bags.  Looking at the dates, most of it was over a year old.  

We could have easily--well, fairly easily--thrown it all in the various dumpsters, especially knowing that trash pickup was on Monday morning.

I was so immersed in this little discovery that when the door banged again, I almost jumped out of my skin.  I was fucking around with thousands of dollars of weed.  And I was getting a little jumpy.  What if somebody else knew about this and was coming back?  People get shot over this type of thing.  And most assuredly, I didn't want to get shot.  

Well, whatever the reason for Lana leaving all of this pot was, I needed to either dump it, just leave it there, or find a perfect hiding place--and I had one.  And it sure as fuck wasn't at home.  

No, it was that basement apartment that I've mentioned in the Erica and Nora entries.

I called it a "small room" in the Erica entry, but the whole space was probably around 800 square feet.  So maybe I should have referred to it as a small space instead.  

Anyway, in the back of the converted apartment, there was a utility room, where a washer and dryer were.  And opposite the washer and dryer was a storage area.

That area was recessed into the wall and had eight long shelves about a foot and a half wide.  There was more then enough room for all the bags.  

Anyway, I found a box of trash bags in the shed and tossed all the mother nature in them.  It took quite a few trips, but eventually got it all into my hideout and put them on the shelves and had my private stash.

Yes, I know that I didn't mention all of this in Lana's entry.  I was going to, but that entry was already so long.  And I knew I could always revisit the subject.  

Right after we met,  I took Trish down to my little hideaway one day for some fucky-wucky and after we were done, I showed her the stash.  Trish's eyes widened at the site of it.

"Where.....what.....?"

"I got it from Lana."

She looked at me but didn't say anything.  It was the only time I can remember Trish being speechless.  So we sat down on the bed and smoked some lettuce and I told Trish all about Lana and all about her background and how I found this stash in that shed I happened upon that Monday.

After I was done, Trish just shook her head and laughed.   

"Whenever you want some, just take it."

"Thanks!  I will!  You know.....we should probably take a few more steps."

"Like what?"

"Well.....give me a couple of days and I'll show you."

Then she leaned forward and we started kissing and, well, you can guess what happened next.

A couple of days later, I was walking away Gemini's house when after just a couple of minutes I was approached by a sneering Trish.  You might recall that Trish and Gemini didn't exactly care for one another.

"Hey, dudeeeeee.....peace.  Hang ten!  The horoscope says it's a good day to get high and fuck.  Let's drop some acid.  Let's go to a love-in!"

She was holding up her hands making peace signs while saying this.  Needless to say, coming down off of a high after a fuck and toke session with Gemini (not to mention having to hear several references to Trish as "Miss Uptight Stick Up Her Fucking Ass" by the surfer girl), I was really not in the mood to listen to more of this.  

I don't know what happened with them but they could not stand the sight of one another.  I am convinced that if anything over there needed to be repaired, had Gemini stayed, Trish would have demanded that I fix it and not her--even though it would of been her responsibility.  And Trish's dislike of Gemini probably made her fuck her husband even before Gemini split for San Diego.

"Alright, alright."

"C'mon, follow me."

We walked down to the pool and went downstairs and into the washer room.  

  

"Taaaaa-dahhhhhhhh!"

I looked and saw that the storage area now had two doors.  

"Where did you get these?"

She pointed up.

"The old pool storage room?"

"Yup.  I saw this," Trish said, tapping the door jam, "and thought that the doors might be around here somewhere."

"This is awesome!  Thank you."

"Your girl always gets the job done!"

"That's for sure.  Not to sound ungrateful, but what happened to the doorknobs?"

Trish smiled.

"Beats me.  You know....maybe have someone come in and install a some heavy-duty locks on these doors.  And the door to this room."

Once again, a great idea from Trish.  I could've purchased some locks and had her put them on, but I wanted an expert to suggest the type of locks and install them.  And I had just the person in mind.

When I got home that night, I called an old poachette of mine named Joy.  Joy was a married girl I banged a couple of years earlier and just happened to be a locksmith.  A few days later, she came up and secured all the doors.  Set me back a couple of hundred bucks, but it was well worth it.  Sadly, I didn't get to fuck her again.  But the pot was safe.  And Joy left with a large stash of pot for her enjoyment.

So after that long detour, let's get back to Gretchen.

Gretchen getting ready for work after some very early

morning sex.

Back to Gretchen.  

The day after I fucked Gretchen, I drove up and spent the day working on a rehab.  Around 5:15, Gretchen was knocking on the door.

"Hey cutie!  Wanna come over?"
"Absolutely.  I'll pack up and be over in a few."

"Awesome!"

It was a Friday, and I had a feeling that I'd be spending a couple of days plowing Gretchen.  And that was a good feeling.  Her husband and Tommy wouldn't be home until Monday.  

I gathered up my equipment and supplies and threw them into my car.  Then I drove down to my little hideout and figured, fuck it, I'll just give her a couple of big bags of pot.  If she was only fucking me to get some pot, and I got dumped after stocking her up, so what.  I had plenty of poachettes, anyway.

Gretchen's eyes got so wide when I brought her the bags.  She tried to pay me, but I told her that I got it all for free and if she really wanted to pay me back....well....

Well, let's just say I spent the weekend fucking a very grateful lawyer.

Gretchen and her husband (and Tommy) moved into a house they bought in Claremont a few months later in August.  We continued to hook up until January, when we almost got caught red-handed and bare-assed by her husband one day.

We had just finished our second fuck of the day when to our horror, we heard the front door shut.  Then we heard, "Gretchen, I'm home."

I had to hide for half an hour underneath their bed until Gretchen came in and snuck me out the front door.  Later that night, she called and ended it.  A close call like that will almost always bring a cheating wife (and husband, I suppose) back to their senses and this was no exception.

But hey, it was a good run.  And we parted on good terms.  At least I thought so.

But in 1991, I was sent to interview at her firm by my legal staffing service for a position that would last about four to six months.  I was pretty excited about this job.  It paid really, really well.  And the firm had a great reputation.  So I went in one morning for a panel interview and sat down. 

Five people came in and sat down.  And I sat back down and surveyed the panel that would be grilling me and saw a very familiar face:  Gretchen.  And that face was not smiling, but scowling.  

Fuck.  As in what the fuck?  And it didn't get any better from there.

Any chance she could pound me, she did.  There wasn't much to hit me on.  My writing portfolio was outstanding (and I say that in all humility), and my knowledge and experience were on point.  

One area she kept hitting me on was my undergrad GPA (2.9).  My GPA in the legal assistant program was 4.0.  Perfect.  But she kept going back to the undergrad GPA.  What the fuck can you say?  It's like, yeah, I wasn't a great undergrad student.   

Needless to say, I didn't get the gig.  I was so fucking pissed.  If she didn't want me there because I had plowed her several years earlier, all she had to do was pull me aside and just tell me that.  If nothing else, I had proved that I was discreet.  

Hannah, the lady who sent me, was livid.  I was one of her "gold standard"--according to her--legal assistants.  And when she sent a "gold standard", the interviews were always more of a get-to-know-you type of thing.  They were more of a formality.  

After the interview, she called me and asked what happened.  I told her what happened during the interview, especially the undergrad GPA,  and she just sighed.  "Bitch.  Who fucking cares about that?"

I do have a theory as to why Gretchen turned on me, and I'll address it very soon.

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