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.

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