Wednesday

“About time,” Lorelei says, laughing and stretching to put her arms around my neck. I like how her braless tits shimmy under her tight t-shirt. Even more when she rubs them against me. Their hardening nipples match my growing stiffness.

Squeezing her tight, we kiss hard. She thrusts her crotch into mine. Her office door opens. We let go, step apart, and look to see who’s there.

“Crawford, get your ass out here. There’s a problem in the cat reforming unit.”

“Sure thing, boss.” I turn to Lorelei. “I’ll call you about that instrument problem before you leave for the day.”

Grinning, she sits down at her desk.

Outside her office, RJ, my boss, pushes me into the back of the instrument control panel. “What the fuck, dude. I don’t care where you stick your dick, but do it on your own fucking time. We have issues with the unit.”

“What do you mean?” I can’t help my cat that ate the canary grin.

“Yeah, yeah, keep grinning. I’ll remind you of that when her LAPD husband puts you in the hospital.”

Ignoring the comment, I follow him into the central control area. I evaluate the instrument readings representing the temperatures and pressure inside the equipment. Displayed on my unit’s ten-foot by ten-foot control panel. I glance back at my boss. The petroleum process unit is running fine. The jerk only wanted me to stop fucking around.

Gathering my hard hat and data logger, I head outside. Outside into my unit to begin my rounds, looking at the actual equipment. It’s the start of my afternoon shift and my week. It’s strange to begin your workweek on hump day. The day everyone else begins looking forward to the weekend. I’m verifying the process equipment is in good operating condition. Finishing, I arrive at the refinery exit gate at the day shift mechanics' quitting time.

Catching up with Lorelei before she leaves. “Hey, you going to be home later tonight?”

“Ah, well.”

“Not a problem. I’ll catch you another night.”

Winking, she gives me a quick hug. I watch her walk away, shaking my head. “I’m pretty sure there are several other guys her husband would beat the shit outa before he got to me.”

My walkie-talkie radio squawks. “Hey, Crawford, you got a call.”

“Who is it?”

“Your wife.”

“Be right there.”

Back in the central control area, I walk to the Head Operator’s desk. “You said I had a call?” RJ motions with his head to the other HO’s desk.

“That’s strange,” I mutter. Stacey Lyn doesn’t usually call on that line. “Hello?”

“Don’t hang up. I’m in trouble.”

“Fuck!” The eight operators in the control area look at me.

“Please. I need you to call your parents and have them come and pick up our daughter.”

“Where?” I walk away from the desk. As far as the phone cord will let me.

“I’m at the corner of Western Ave and Lomita Blvd.”

“Your car broke down? No, you have the Pinto. Right? The year-old Pinto. Did you forget to get gas again?”

“Well, ah, no. I mean, yes, I have the Pinto, and it has gas, but the police stopped me.”

“The police?” Again, the operators are looking at me. I lower my voice. “You couldn’t wink and show some tit to get out of it? Like you always do?”

“Well, no. This is more serious. They’re saying I have a stolen registration.”

“What the fuck did you do?” I hear RJ answer his phone and chuckle. I look at him.

“Crawford, it’s your wife on the phone.”

My shoulders droop, and I lower my head. I shake it off, acknowledging RJ. To my ex-wife on the phone, “You stole the registration to my car?”

“I’d hoped you wouldn’t notice.”

I hear RJ tell my wife, “He’ll be right with you.” He covers up the phone receiver.

I lower my voice. “What the fuck do you do with all the fucking money I give you in alimony and child support?”

“I-“

“Don’t fucking answer that. I’ll call my parents.” I slam down the phone, a bit too hard. Neil, the other HO, looks at me. I stomp to the other desk, taking the phone. “Hi, what’s up?” I try to sound upbeat and happy.

“Hi, back at ya.” I can hear her sly smile. “I, ah, wanted to let you know I was going to spend the next few days up at my cousin's, in Friant Lake.”

“Is everything OK?”

She pauses. “No. Aunt Jerri’s lung cancer has gotten worse.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. No problem. I’m sure I’ll find something to do while you’re gone.” Her laugh has a touch of sadness. “Right now, I'm going to call my parents. Seems the ex has screwed up again. I need them to get Pattie. I guess the police are taking Gail to jail.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah, I thought that would make your day.” We both laugh. “Drive safe, OK?”

“Be safe at work.”

I push down the receiver button and look at RJ. “A quick call to my parents to pick up my daughter. OK?"

“Sure.”

And it was. As soon as I told them what was wrong and where to pick up their only granddaughter, they hung up.

I start to make another phone call, but RJ growls at me. I nod. RJ knows enough about my sex life already. I go and check the unit’s control panel. Everything is good. Leaving the central control area, I wander through the rest of the building. I’m looking for an empty office. Some of the day shift engineers don’t lock their doors.

Finding one, I step in and shut the door. I dial her number. I’m taking a chance that her husband could be home.  She answers the phone, “Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“What? No, I’m sorry. This isn’t a good time.” She pauses for effect. “No, I don’t want a subscription. And don’t call back tomorrow.”

“Shit,” I hang up. Why isn’t Derek working tonight? Damn! Throughout our not-quite-yearlong love affair, we’ve developed a code. Not a good time means he’s home. Don’t call back tomorrow means he’s going to be gone tomorrow. I think about the various operational schedules. “Oh, he has quarterly Formal Operator Training for the rest of the week,” I smirk. I may not get laid tonight, but I will tomorrow. And a good chance the next couple of days, too.

My walkie-talkie radio chirps, “Hey, Crawford, you got a call.”

This time it’s on RJ’s desk.

“Hello?”

I hear the sobs of a little girl.

“It’s OK. Your mom will be OK. It’s only a little misunderstanding. You’re safe with Grandma and Grandpa, OK?”

“No, I want to be with you.”

“I understand, Kid. I really do, but I’m at work. I won’t get off until way past your bedtime, and you need to go to school tomorrow.”

“Will you take me to school tomorrow?”

“You bet. I’ll be there when you wake up, OK?”

“OK! I love you, Dad.” She tries to keep the tears out of her smile.

“Love you too, kid.” Hanging up, I remind myself, I’m doing the best I can. I may not be the best dad, but I’m sure as fuck better than her mom.

I look at my watch; it’s lunchtime. Halfway through my eight-hour shift. I head to the kitchen.

Eating lunch, I’m joined at the table by a co-worker. “Love you, kid. Ha, ha, ha.”

“Fuck you, Owens.”

“Don’t you know paying alimony and child support is a sucker’s game? If you don’t acknowledge they’re yours, you don’t pay.”

“Fortunately for me, she looks exactly like me. I couldn’t deny her if I wanted.” We both laugh.

Off work and free, I pull out my emergency joint from the glove box of my 1973 Datsun pickup. Taking a couple of tokes, I put my truck on autopilot. It knows where to go. It takes me to the parking lot of a local bar, The Lama Room. It’s between work and home.

The bar is hoping for a Wednesday night. I grabbed a spot close to the bandstand. Sipping my beer, I see why. I know the band that’s playing. They’re an excellent cover band, especially my friend Jim, the lead singer. I signal to the bartender, I’ll be right back. Walking out the back door, I see several members of the band trying to hide something. “It’s cool, I’m Jim’s friend Steve.” They relax and go back to smoking the joint. Jim is off to one side talking to two women. One is taller than him and thin. The other is somewhat shorter, but still taller than him, and shapely.

I stand behind Jim and smile at the women. He’s five feet five, inches shorter than me. Seeing them smile, Jim turns around. “Nice to see ya, man. Didn’t know you hung out here?”

“Hell, dude, didn’t know you played here.”

Jim turns. “Monica and Becky, this is Steve, an old friend.”

Monica waves, but Becky steps up to me, taking my arm. “Hi.”

I’m reminded of an old Rolling Stones song, Spider and the Fly. And like the song, I replied, “Hi.” She is wearing the smallest halter, wrap-around style ‘little black dress’ I’ve ever seen. Designed for maximum exposure of her massive, noticeably enhanced breasts.

“Buy me a drink?”

“OK.” I choose to ignore Jim shaking his head no.

Ushering her through the back door, I’m close behind. She stops, and I stumble into her. I wrap my arms around her to keep from bouncing off.

She adjusts my hands onto her tits. “Oh, I do like the feel of a hard man.”

Taking her lead, I thrust it harder into her. “Come on, it’s almost time for us to go on,” Jim says, nudging me to get out of the doorway.

Giving her my seat at the bar, her tits are at eye level. She doesn’t sit there long; she loves to dance. The first four songs are fast. Dancing with her, I’m enticed by watching those massive melons shake, rattle, and roll.

“This next song,” Jim says, “Is for a friend of mine. It’s a brand-new song we’ve been rehearsing. We hope you like it. ‘Lyin’ Eyes,’ by the Eagles.”

It starts slow, giving me and Becky a chance to get an intimate feel for each other. Halfway through, when it’s a bit faster, she takes my hand, leading me out the back door. I’m only a little surprised when she pins me against the wall. Her hands go down my pants, and mine up her dress. She’s commando.

Our tongues play hide and seek. My hand twists and twitches her clit. Her hand has my cock in a vice grip. She spits out my tongue. “Your place?”

When I hesitate, “I live in Arcadia.”

“My place.”

“Where’s your car?” She’s leading me out of the alleyway onto a side street.

“Won’t your friend miss you?”

“She’ll know. She’ll go home with Jim.”

“You’ve done this before?”

Stopping and looking at me, “You haven’t?”

“Third Rate Romance,” by The Amazing Rhythm Aces, drifts through my mind. “Oh ya, but only a time or two.” She doesn’t notice the crack in my voice.

She walks faster, and I’m trotting to keep up.

“Which one?” she asks as we turn the corner to the parking lot.

“The camper.”

“Oh, such a cute little truck and camper shell.” She stops short, and I again wrap my arms around her. This time, I slide my hands inside the halter part of her dress. She shivers with pleasure. “We’re not fucking in there, are we?”

It had crossed my mind, but I felt it might be a deal breaker, and I absolutely wanted to get laid. “Nope, not at all.”

“Good.”

I open the passenger door. “Oh, goodie. I was hoping it had bench seats. The four on the floor is a bonus.”

I have oversized tires. She steps up onto the running board but still needs a bit of help. She wiggles her ass as I try to help, and my hand slides under her dress.

“Nice move.” She wiggles some more, enjoying my hand as it rubs her bare ass.

As a habit, I back my truck into most parking spots. Walking around the front to get into the driver’s side, I see her shimmy, pulling her breasts from her dress.

“Your turn,” she says as I open my door. Her dress is up to her waist. I can see her thin, pale blond beaver.

Undoing my belt, I slide my pants and boxers down. She is on my cock faster than plague on a flea. I grab her head; she rubs her teeth against my cock. I let go, grabbing the steering wheel.

Her mouth has an even tighter vice grip on my cock than her hand did earlier. I don’t dare move, let alone breathe. She pulls a minus thirty-inch vacuum, and I moan, doing my best to keep from coming immediately.

She sits up smiling. “We can go now. I needed some cock before we left.”

“Yeah?” I take her left breast into my mouth, tickling her nipple with my tongue. While fingering the other nipple and kneading her breast.

“I like how you think.”

“Cool, I needed some tit before we got going.” We laugh, pulling out of the parking lot.

She continues laughing, her tits bouncing, stroking me. “I figured. But there’s nothing I love more than giving head.” She fingers my tip. “Except getting fucked by a big, hard dick.”

I’m hoping the drive to my place, less than a mile away, will take an enjoyably long time. Per my normal routine, leaving the bar drunk, I take the residential streets. Fewer cops and no traffic.

I put the truck in second gear, slipping my fingers inside her large vaginal lips. She is ready and moans with pleasure. She slides forward, making sure I go as deep as I can. Keeping the truck in second gear, I twiddle her clit. Pushing in the clutch, we coast into a left-hand turn lane.

Waiting for the signal to turn, she fingers the tip of my cock. I finger her clit. The light changes, and I let go; she doesn’t.

Once we’re moving, the truck is back in second gear. I explore as much of her as I can, to her obvious pleasure. She is stroking me faster and harder. To keep myself from coming, I work more fingers into her.

She slows the beating of my cock, moaning, “OH MY GOD, YES!”

Taking that as positive reinforcement, I use all my talent and my magic fingers to please her more. She’s no longer gripping me. She’s now focused on her pleasure. Her hands are flat on the seat, her legs spread, eyes closed, moaning. I see a dampness on her upper lip. I’m enjoying pleasuring her and don’t want to stop. We roll through two stop signs. Then we have an issue. I must shift back into first to go up a hill.

She immediately grabs my cock again. I suffer through. Until over the hill and back in second gear, I use the clutch to coast downhill. She slides down the seat. I hold the gear shift, and she massages my hand with her pussy. I turn, and she slides to the side. Her back against the door, she lifts and spreads her legs. I get an eyeful of her El Dorado.

“We’re here.”

“I want you there,” she wiggles her body.

“Give me a few minutes.” I pull up my pants.

“Why are you doing that? I’m going to rip them off once we get inside.”

“I hope so,” I leer. “But I can’t walk with them down around my ankles.” She laughs.

Walking to the passenger side, I see her shifting around. I open the door, and she has her legs spread. I walk up to her, stick my face in, and give her the best tongue job she’s ever had. She is moaning within seconds. “Oh yeah, baby.”

“Shush, you’ll wake the neighbors. Going inside, you can scream all you want.”

“Promise to keep doing this,” she asks between pants.

Inside, between kissing and fondling, we help each other out of our clothes. Leaving a trail from the front door to the bedroom. In the bedroom, if she notices, she doesn’t mention the obvious signs that a woman lives there.

She leans on the mattress. “Oh yeah, a waterbed.” She plops down, sending a tidal wave through it. I crawl on top of her. “Oh no. I’m on top of you.”

She straddles me, bending down to let me suckle her tits. We connect, and her eyes drift away to a land of ecstasy. It grows as we begin to bob and weave. The waterbed accentuates our movements. I grab the sheets; it feels so good. I watch her body move. I want to cup and fondle her bouncing breast. We throw our heads back and shout together, letting the other know how good it feels. The bed is sloshing and bouncing, forcing us closer and deeper into ravishment.

Our love culminates, but she wants and needs more. To my surprise, I am rising to the challenge. I pull us closer, and the waterbed molds to our needs. I suckle and nibble her nipples.

She shouts, “More, more, more.”

I can feel her trembling. We are so close. I wrap my arms around her. Wave after wave, the bed forces us together. I can feel it. I know she does.

A tsunami of ecstasy overwhelms us both. She glistens, moaning with pleasure. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair is darker from her efforts. I can tell it’s the beginning of the end when she closes her eyes for that one last push. We cum together again. I slip to one side, and she collapses to the other. Too exhausted to talk, we lay there. Drifting to sleep and dreaming of future desires, our hands seek each other's inner thighs.

Thursday

Waking with a start, I see her smiling at me. She’s smiling because she’s been getting me ready. This time I’m on top. Wrapping her legs around me, we are working it, and the bed is helping. We reach our togetherness in record time. This is good because as we finish, we look at the bedside clock. 6 AM.

“Shit,” we say together.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” we say at the same time. We laugh and run into the living room to get dressed.

“Why are you getting dressed? You do live here?”

“Yes, I do, but I have to see a young lady and take her to school.”

She looks at me.

“My daughter.”

“Oh.” I see something shift in her eyes. It frightens me. I got promoted from a one-night stand to something more long-term. I drop her off at the bar and drive to my parents’ house, three miles away. Knocking on the door, I look at my watch; it’s 6:59 AM.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Told you I’d be here.” She hugs me. My parents look at me. Before they can say anything, I ask, “Got coffee?”

“Ready,” Patti announces fifteen minutes later. She’s dressed like Punky Brewster.

“OK. I’ll meet you in the truck. I need to finish talking to grandma and grandpa.” She skips off to the truck parked in front of the house.

“So, you’re able to pick her up from school today?” I ask. “I haven’t heard from Gail. If I do, I’ll let you know.”

“Do you know how serious?”

Sighing, “Ya Mom. She stole my car registration tags and got caught. When the cops call me, I’ll explain, and they’ll let her go with a fine. Hopefully, she’ll find some sucker to pay for it, like her latest boy toy.” I wanted to say the latest guy she’s fucking, but Mom would have thrown a fit, and I would have been there even longer.

I drop Patti off at school in Harbor City. When I’m sure I’m far enough away, I begin looking for a pay phone. Finding one, I call Crystal.

“Hello?” Her voice is soft and dreamy. Seductive.

“How’s the weather?”

She laughs. “He’s gone. I didn’t have a chance to tell you he was going to FOTP, but I guess you figured that out.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m calling. Stacey Lyn has gone to visit her cousins, so we have time if you want me to come over.”

“Well,” her voice lowers an octave.

“Leave it open and I’ll be there.” We hang up.

I park half a block away and on the other side of the street. Walking as fast as I can without looking obvious, I turn up her walkway. I knock on the door and open it. Stepping inside, I close it. Leaning against it, I take off my shoes. She steps out of the bedroom wearing a short red baby doll teddy. The top does nothing for her petite tits. Her dark black bush bulges from the tiny, tight see-through bottoms. Her black ass-length hair is in a long ponytail behind her.

We step, then run to each other. I wrap her up in my arms. She is petite, as Becky is Rubenesque. Her tits are small but sensitive. She turns her face upwards; we kiss. She trembles in my embrace, straining to hide her need, her yearnings. Then, softening, giving up, she pulls herself into me.

We hold our tight embrace. It’s only been a few weeks since we’ve been together, but it seems longer. I can tell she feels the same. Several minutes later, she looks up at me. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I smile down at her.

She turns away, trying to hide her blush. “Ah, would you like some coffee?” She heads to the kitchen. The other end of the house from the bedroom.

I was hoping she’d go the other way, but coffee does sound good. “Sure.” I follow.

Her long hair plays peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks when they slip out of her tiny, tight see-through panties. She stretches to reach the cups from the cupboard.

“Let me help.” I lean my body on top of hers. She sighs, feeling my hard warmth against her. I grab two coffee cups with my right hand. My left hand slides under her Teddy. I squeeze a nipple between my fingers. She moans tenderly, her body softening under me. “Go sit down,” I tell her. I’ll pour the coffee.”

We sit opposite each other at the small dinette table in the kitchen. We sip in silence. Her bare foot slips under the pant leg of my jeans. I rub my stockinged foot against her shin.

“Why are you home today? Not that I mind.” I moved my foot up to her knee.

“They closed the office for the next few days. They’re doing inventory.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing that? Isn’t that part of your job working in the warehouse?”

She tries to move her foot further up my leg. She’s too short. I have my foot resting on the chair between her legs. She squeezes her legs together, sliding down in the chair, forcing my foot against her. “Corporate offices in Holland have hired a third party to do it. Seems they think someone has been embezzling various parts.” She takes a drink of her coffee. “Stacey Lyn hasn’t told you any of this.”

Sipping my coffee, thinking to myself. Yes, she has. She thinks it’s Crystal because Crystal is always whispering to someone on the phone. It’s probably me she’s talking to. Can’t tell Stacey Lyn that. “No, she hasn’t. We’ve been doing our own thing lately. Since, you know, her aunt has been sick.”

Crystal nods. I see her nipples get hard. Is she excited that Stacey Lyn and I aren’t getting along? She gets up and pours herself more coffee. “You want some?” She turns, facing me, holding the coffee pot. She spreads her legs a little.

“Yes, a little coffee, and ALL of you.” Standing up, I take the pot from her, placing it on the table. I pick her up and squeeze her tight. She hugs me back. We kiss. She wiggles her body against mine.

“Oh, I like how you feel,” she says, pushing me away. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll meet you on the couch.

I pour myself more coffee. I take both cups to the couch. Coming out of the bathroom, I see she’s taken the bottoms off. I sit up on the couch as she, on her knees, straddles me. Let the games begin.

Over the last ten months, we have yet to consummate our affair. She gives great hand jobs and amazing head, but anything else, nope. She quickly orgasms when I cum on her. Her tits are so sensitive that I’ve managed to make her cum by sucking and fondling them. She’ll hint that we can ‘do it,’ but then by the end of our time together, it is always a no-go.

Like this, she’ll sit on my lap. Our clothes will come off. We’ll play together, teasing, touching, and caressing, but that will be as far as that goes. No entry allowed. Oh well, it’s the game. And she does look cute naked.

We are kissing. She unbuttons my shirt and rubs my chest. My hands slip under her teddy. Her breasts are small but firm. I squeeze each nipple between my fingers. She leans her whole body into me. I massage her breasts, pulling her nips. Moaning, panting, she undoes my belt and zipper.

“Oh, I see you are ready to go.” She slides off me, taking my pants and boxers with her.

I kick everything off, spreading my legs. This way, I can fondle her while she plays with me. She knows how far to take me. Reaching that point, she stands up and leads me into the bedroom. It’s my turn.

She turns and faces me, standing next to the bed. She pulls me close. We embrace and kiss. Deep and long. She clings to me. Her wet warmth encourages me. I know she can feel me. She rubs her body against mine, scraping her hard nipples across my bare chest. I reach down to pull her up by her ass cheeks. She steps away.

Pulling off the teddy, she lies on the bed, spreading her legs. I gaze upon her petite alabaster body, her small, perky breasts. She glows against her long black hair spread about her, black as an abyss. The goddess of the night, Nyx.

I crawl between her legs and work my magic. I’m not as considerate as she. I make her cum and cum again. I make her beg for me to stop because it “hurts so good.” She claws at the sheets. She grabs my head. She wraps her legs around my head, and I keep her cumming. I want her exhausted. To be so satisfied, she won’t want to fuck anyone for a month.

In my normal last-ditch attempt to see if we can consummate this relationship, I kiss my way up her body. I kiss and nip her left hip, then her abdomen near her belly button. I drag my legs between hers. She clamps her legs around me. A knee is thrusting against her as I finger a nipple and suck on the other. Opening herself to me, she whispers “Dah,” in a deep, alluring tone.

Slithering my body between her legs, she releases her death grip around my waist. Eager to take advantage of her apparent weakness, I slip inside her. For the briefest of moments. Then, in a feat of amazing strength, she turns the tables. This less than hundred-pound woman pushes my hundred ninety-five pounds onto my back. She is on her knees, a wild, sex-crazed look in her eyes. I swear she is about to impale herself upon my rock-hard rod.

Instead, she slips under me, putting my legs on her shoulders. Legs spread wide, she scoots up to me, small tits bouncing. Fingering my balls, she slips them inside her pussy. She squeezes them tight with her lips. Bending over, she takes me. All of me.  I didn’t know she was this limber. She brings me to the brink. Then, with one hand on me and the other in her, we climax. She quivers as my warmth drips down her breasts and nipples.

She gives me a towel from the bed next to her. I wipe her down, giving her breasts and nipples an extra hard cleaning. She, in turn, gives me an extra hard cleaning.

She lies down in the crook of my arm. I close my eyes.

Awakening with a start, I sit up and look around. My mind is spinning with a thousand questions. Where am I? There's a picture of Derek and Crystal on the ornate dresser. Not my house. I see Crystal next to me. Oh, FUCK, what time is it? Is Derek on his way? The shadows seem longer than they should be. Am I going to be late for work again? Finding the clock on the dresser, it shows 2 PM. I look at Crystal sleeping with a serene smile. I suck a breast, squeeze a nip, and rub her clit all at the same time. “Gotta go. Call ya.”

Jumping in my clothes, I’m back on the road in ten minutes flat. The song Already Gone, by the Eagles, is playing on the radio. As a rule, I try to avoid the freeway. So I don’t know how bad the traffic will be. It was not good, but it moved at fifteen MPH. Good thing I only had to go ten miles to work.

Entering the control room, I’m trying to catch my breath. I didn’t run all the way to the control room, only halfway, the last half.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late, Jack,” I say to the guy I’m relieving.

He turns around, facing me. “Not a problem, just catching up with an old friend.” Lorelei peeks her head from behind him.

“Hi.” We say to each other. Walking away, she begins puttering around the back of a control panel. Jack and I begin the turnover discussing the condition of the unit and what has gone on during the day shift. After he leaves, she comes up to me, taking my arm.

“You still want to come by tonight?”

“Sure, normal time?”

She smiles that wicked, shy smile, “Of course.”

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew Jack?”

“Yeah. We worked on a special rewiring job a year or so ago.”

“You laid pipe?”

She hits my arm while laughing. Laying pipe is a very crude term for fucking. The way her ass sashayed back and forth as she walked away, I didn’t care. It’s not like I’m the only guy she’s ever fucked.

Unfortunately for me, the night was slow and felt like it would never end. And of course, my relief was late.

The late-night traffic driving to her house was minimal.

I waved to the guard at the entrance to the gated mobile home park. My first time here, I freaked out, positive he was going to report me to Ed, her husband. He didn’t. I don’t know what kinda deal she has with him. Or any of the guards at the gate. I park out front, walk up, knock, and enter. Here I know I’m gonna get laid.

Lorelei is sitting on the couch. Getting up, she turns off the TV before walking towards me. She’s wearing a terrycloth bathrobe that doesn’t hide a thing. Her plump breasts sway and pop out. I get a peek of her tawny beaver. She hugs me. I pull her close by her round ass. The kiss is deep and long.

“Can I get you a beer?” she asks, stepping away.

“If you want. The girlfriend is away for a few days, so I don’t need one.”

“I’m having one, so we’ll split it.”

On the coffee table in front of the couch, she puts a bottle for me and a glass for her. She makes sure they’re on coasters. We snuggle. The bathrobe is only closed in the middle, where the tie is. She puts her hand on my thigh. It slides into my crotch as I reach for the beer. Sitting back, we start making out. She unbuttons my shirt; I caress her breasts. As much as Crystal enjoys oral stimulation, Lorelei will have none of it. In fact, she only tolerates my fingering her pussy because she knows it gets me harder. She’s thoughtful that way.

Undoing my pants, she runs her fingers along the side of my cock. She moans as she feels me grow into her hand. Standing up, she takes my hand, leading me into her bedroom. I take my clothes off, stacking them next to the bed in case I need to make a hasty retreat. She likes to watch me undress and get into bed.

Straddling me, I caress her tits, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. With slow and deliberate intensity, she rides me up and down. I watch as joy fills her eyes. This is only the preliminary round. After a few minutes, we get down to the real nitty-gritty. I’m thrusting, and she’s impaling.

Wanting more of me, we change positions. Legs spread, she welcomes me in before wrapping her legs around me, forcing me deeper. I always give as hard as I can, but she demands more, more, more. We always achieve climax at the same time. Am I that good? I don’t think so. Is she? I would have to say yes, as I’m not the only one. There is no after-sex cuddling; we go straight to the shower. It’s a quickie, generally rinsing our lower bodies off. The fun is drying each other off. Tonight, she takes extra time drying me off. And kissing afterward.

“Sure, you can’t stay?”

Finishing buckling my pants, I take her in my arms and kiss her. “No, I need to get some sleep. Haven’t heard from the ex since the cops picked her up, and… I gotta take the kid to school around eight. It’s across town, so I need to pick her up at seven.” She lays her head against my chest. “I’ll, ah, see ya tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“You bet,” she smiles, but it isn’t in her eyes. I hug her tight. She squeezes my cock. Leaving the mobile home park, I turn onto Avalon Blvd. Looking in the rearview mirror, I see a Black & White LAPD patrol car pulling into the park.

My mind racing on what might have happened, I turn on the radio. “OK,” says the DJ, “this is a late-night listener request. A song from way back in 1972, Without You by Harry Nilsson. As it plays, I recall when Lorelei and I first met. This song was playing as I drove to her place.

It was my first day on shift. She was explaining things I already knew. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It was lust at first sight. She finished by slipping me a note. It said, “I know how you feel. Divorces are tough. If you need someone to talk to, come by after work this afternoon.” She’d written her address.

It’d been about four months since my wife left. I’d spent most of that time getting this job and training. Having someone cute to talk about would be nice.

The door is open when I arrive. Knocking, I see two cats sitting on the couch. It is a small one-bedroom apartment. A door opens at the far back. A cute, dirty blond head pops out, followed by two very nice, shapely breasts. “Oh, good, it’s you. I’ll be right out.” We didn’t do much talking then. Nor the many other times we hung out. Then she got married.

That was two years ago. This past January, she walked up to me, asking if I’d like to hang out after work. Of course, I said yes. She has always been fun.

Friday

The alarm shatters my dream of walking alone in the woods on a cool morning. Sitting up, I look around. My mind is spinning with a thousand questions. Where am I? Is this my house? No one is next to me. I see a print of a nude woman with all the interesting parts tastefully faded out. I see another print called ‘Tagalong’ that looks identical to Patti. OK, I’m home. Oh, shit, what time is it? I look at the clock, six-thirty AM.

I throw on my clothes and am at my parents’ house in fifteen minutes. Opening the door, “Hey, Kid.” She runs to me, leaping into my arms. My parents look at me. “Hurry and finish getting dressed.”

I go to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. I turn, and they are standing behind me. “No, I haven’t heard anything. I’ll let you know as soon as I do. OK?” I put the cup of nasty-tasting coffee down.

Dropping her off at school, I’m back home by eight-thirty. Opening the door, I hear the phone ringing. It stops by the time I answer. I go into the bedroom and fall on the bed. The phone rings again.

“Hello?”

“You’re lucky someone answered this time.” The voice is male and gruff

“Hello?” It was difficult to hear the small, weak voice.

“Gail?”

“I’m so glad you answered. I need you. I need your help.”

“Jesus, what now? Haven’t you got your latest fuck toy to bail you out?” Over her silence, I could hear the other police officers talking.

Her voice breaking and wavering, it was difficult to understand, “They all hung up when I called.”

“I didn’t hear you. Who did what?”

“They hung up on me!” I had no problem hearing that. Neither did any of the police officers.

“Ok, ok. How much is bail?”

“$250.”

“What?” It was my turn to shout.

“I’m sorry.”

She said it in a whisper, but I heard it. It wasn’t easy to hear. This strong woman who dragged me through hell is whimpering and asking for my help. I can’t say no. It’s not in my nature.

“Fine. I don’t know how, but I’ll bail you out. I’ll be there by noon.” I slammed down the phone. I get up and pace. From the bedroom to the dining room, living room, and back. I look at the bed. “It’s too early to call Crystal.” I lay down and closed my eyes.

I’m awakened by the jarring ring of the phone. I sit up and look around. My mind is spinning with a thousand questions. Where am I? Is this my house? No one is next to me. I see a print of a nude woman with all the interesting parts tastefully faded out. I see another print called ‘Tagalong’ that looks identical to Patti. OK, I’m home. The phone is still ringing. Oh, shit, what time is it?

“Hello?”

“Did you forget about me?” Her voice was not sultry.

“What? Hun? No. No, of course not. What time is it?”

“It’s nine-thirty. You said you were going to be here half an hour ago.”

“Oh, ah, yeah. Yeah! I’ll be right over.” I hang up. I’m dressed and halfway to her house when I remember Gail. “Shit. Nothing I can do about it now.” I turn on the radio; the Eagles song “Lyin’ Eyes” is playing. I laugh, thinking back to the other night. I park down the street, knock, and enter.

Crystal is leaning against the hallway door frame, leading to the bedroom. Her hand on her hip, pelvis thrust out. She’s wearing a pair of black see-through crotchless panties. Her long, black ass length hair is being Lady Gadiva with her petite tits.

“You got coffee?”

“Ah, yeah?” She doesn’t move. “You want me to get it for you?”

I follow her into the kitchen, sitting down at the table. She’s slamming cupboards and banging things around, getting me the coffee. A bit spills out as she thumps it on the table.

“Hun? Oh, thanks.” I take a few sips. Then a few more. My eyes begin to focus. Sitting across from me, she isn’t smiling. “Wow, I like your hair down like that.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

I sip my coffee. I notice she doesn’t have any. The room feels much colder. 

The kitchen chair falls back as she leaps up. “You didn’t notice! They’re new. Bought special just for you, and you haven’t noticed them?”

I push myself up, moving to hug her. She pushes me away and storms off into the living room. I gulp some of my coffee and pour some more. In the living room, she is sitting at one end of the couch, arms and legs crossed. I sit down at the other. “I got a call this morning from Gail. She’s still in jail. She’s been there since Wednesday afternoon. She couldn’t find anyone to throw her bail, so I had to bail her out. I don’t know where I’m going to get the cash.”

“So, you are choosing your ex over me!” She turns to face me, uncrossing her arms and spreading her legs.

They were truly crotchless panties. As mad as she is, her nipples are still hard. “Well, ah, yeah. In this case.” I take a sip of coffee and put it down on the end table. Looking straight into her eyes. “The kid saw her mom getting arrested. She has been asking about Mommy every day. She wants to go home. My parents won’t let her stay with me. I guess they don’t like Stacey Lyn.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. She again turns away from me, crossing her arms and legs. I take another sip of my coffee. We sit in silence. I look at my watch. I’ve been here less than an hour.

“Well, you know, I ah -”

Flying to her feet, then facing me, “Yes! By all means, go be the white knight and save your ex. I’m nothing to you.”

“And I’m something to you? Whatever I am, it ain’t enough to fuck. I guess that’s not ‘our’ thing.”

Sobbing, she runs into the bedroom, slamming the door.

I sit there for a moment, taking a few more sips of my coffee. I hear banging coming from the bedroom. I leave.

Driving away, the radio is in the middle of Radar Love, by Golden Earring. I can’t help but laugh. That was the first song we danced to. The one where she let me know she was available for anything. Well, I thought anything. It was the third or fourth time she and Derek had come over to the house. We’d been smoking and drinking. Derek and Stacey Lyn, being lightweights, had fallen asleep. This song came on, and she took my hand. We danced in the living room. Away from them, seeing us. She was wearing a top that had a front zipper. As we danced, she unzipped it a bit. I danced closer and unzipped it a bit more. I stepped back, then forward, zipping it back up a little. She unzipped it all the way when the song ended. I don’t remember what song was next; it didn’t matter. We dance close, with my hand on her breast. Once Derek got a job at the refinery on a different shift, the affair was on.

The bullshit at the courthouse and jail didn’t go well. It took almost three hours. I had less than an hour to get to work.

Finished, we’re standing on the courthouse steps.

“Oh, thank you, thank you. I’ll pay you back. I will.” Gail is hugging me, rubbing her body against me. She’s hoping to pay me back in trade. Been there. Done that, a few weeks after we separated. The sex was way better. Neither of us had anything to prove. Or we did, not sure. But ah, the morning after reminded me of why we got divorced. She began ordering me around again. Bitching about how I didn’t do this or that. How much she didn’t like this person and blah, blah, blah.

I pull out a handful of change. “Here, call one of your gigolos. I’m certain they’ll come and get you now that you’re outa jail. Especially if you promise them a blow job.” I turn and walk away. I want to leave it like that, but I remember Patti. “Oh,” I turn around and see her body shaking. The hell she put me through? Nope. “Patti is with my parents if you want to pick her up. And no, I’m not paying to get your car, our car, out of the impound. I got you outa jail. That’s it.” Now I feel I could walk away holding my head up. But then why is there this nagging feeling of guilt as I drive to work?

What the fuck happened to us? We were happy, back in my senior year and her junior. She was living in the wild, unincorporated area of Palos Verdes with her grandparents. We’d built ourselves a cute love nest in the hills. We used precautions. Until we didn’t. It could be because her family disowned her. I don’t know, but a few years into the marriage, she turned bitter and cold.

Once we separated, she was anything but cold to any man but me. One time when I went to pick up Patti, she bragged that she had the clap. Her roommate at the time replied, “I guess most of the men in Redondo do too, now.”

I shake my head to get the cobwebs out. Way too much thinking about the past. I need to focus on the now. The future. As soon as I open the control room door, I know something is up. Musta been all the radio traffic and yelling.

“Good, you’re a few minutes early. Can you watch the board? I’m going outside to help them route the excess hydrogen into the main header.”

“No problem.” I’m looking over the control panels for the plant when Lorelei comes up to me.

“Can we talk in my office?”

“Sorry, not now, we’re in the middle of an upset.” I look at her and smile. She is frowning. “We can talk low here. I don’t think they’ll be paying much attention to us.” Both head operators are busy. They’re on the telephone to other units in the refinery. And using walkie-talkies to guide the operators outside.

She sighs, “OK. Tim came home early last night.”

I look at her, my eyes wide. I want to tell her I saw him coming home, but she keeps talking.

“He wanted to know why I was in my bathrobe. Why was I taking a shower at two in the morning and not asleep?”

She steps closer to me. “I told him I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking of him. I was lonely with him working nights all the time. I asked him if he could think about getting a different shift. He said he’d think about it. He’s never said that before.”

I’m back, looking at the control panels, making moves to stabilize the plant. “That’s a good thing, right?”

Glancing back, I see her looking at the floor. “Well, yeah, I did marry him. I did try to stay faithful for a while. I guess I could try it again.”

“If you do, remember I’ll miss you. But we could still talk and hang out while at work.” I see something about to go wrong in the unit. I make a couple of moves on the control panel and wait to see what happens. It stabilizes. I look around, and she’s gone.

Over the rest of the shift, the division and the refinery stabilize. About ten PM, I’m writing the turnover and getting ready for our relief when RJ’s phone rings. He frowns. “Crawford, it’s your wife. The nice one.” He smiles.

“Hey, what's up?”

“I’m home. Are you working late tonight?”

I stop and think. No, the division is stable. “I’m not planning on it, but you know if my relief doesn’t show.”

“I know. But it was tough seeing Aunt Jerri. I was hoping you’d be home.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll be home as soon as I get off work.”

“Good. I missed you,” her voice goes down an octave. I can hear her sly, sexy smile.

“I missed you, too. See you soon.”

The night was rough. The past week has been rough. I drag my ass to my truck. I’m looking forward to sleeping tonight. As I turn onto Pacific Coast Highway, the radio plays I Can Help, by Billy Swan.

“Jesus, what’s with these songs?” This was the song playing when I met Stacey Lyn. She was helping her friend Roxsan move in with my friend Tony. The girls met when Stacey Lyn moved next door to Roxsan at the Tiki Tabo Apartments. Roxsan grew up in Lenox and knew how to take care of herself in the big city. Stacy Lyn, not so much, coming from the small town of Friant in the Sierra mountains. Befriending Stacey Lyn, Roxsan keeps her safe from those evil Land Sharks. The apartments were small studios, meaning there wasn’t much to move. Stacy Lyn stayed for the housewarming party after the move was complete.

Sometime after midnight, it was time for me to take Stacey Lyn home. In the car, I explained that my house was much closer. She agreed, cuddling up on the bench seat, falling asleep before we arrived. However, once we were alone inside, she perked right up. Making out and going further than we’d done at Tony and Roxan’s. Her blouse is off, her bra above her tits, and she’s rubbing on my bare chest. My hand slides down towards her shorts. She lays it on her tit. “I, ah, only make love to one man at a time.” She smiles the sly smile I’ve grown to love.

“That’s good because I’m the only one here.”

She laughs. “True, but I, uh, have been with someone else a few weeks ago, so …”

I sit up. “Oh, OK. That’s cool, I guess.”

She reaches for my belt, undoing it, “but I love oral sex.”

We take turns satisfying each other. It was great. But not as great as our first time.

During the next several weeks, we talked almost every day, hanging out on the weekends. On a Friday, two days before my birthday, we agreed to meet at a local bar. She works in El Segundo, also. Being in an exceptionally good mood, she decided to try and drink me under the table. Not a big deal; she has always been a better drinker than me. I smoked pot and drank some. She drank a lot and smoked pot when I gave it to her. Which was becoming a lot. It gets her horny.

She’s hammered. She hasn’t noticed I was drinking one beer to her three or four. I offer to drive her home. Stepping into her apartment, she’s on me faster than a Catholic girl on her wedding night. I’m trying to help her undress as she’s trying to remove my clothes. In our excitement, we are now helplessly entangled. Giving up, she pulls me to her as she lies on the bed. It’s not like we hadn’t seen each other naked; we’ve been fondling and sucking for weeks, but this was the big one. We both wanted it to be great. Which made the start a bit awkward. Plus, the bed was next to the front door and a set of frosted louvered windows that didn’t close all the way. But passion and desire have a way of overcoming potential shyness.

I knew she was ready for me, and she could see I was, but something made me stop. I knew this was important to her. That it should be more than a quickie. Kissing her breast, I stood up, taking off my shirt and stepping out of my boxers and pants.

Bending down, kissing her belly and breasts, she wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me to her. I slip away, kissing her belly again. Pulling her dress over her head, then removing her bra. Kissing her thighs, I remove her pantyhose and panties completely.

We know what the other wants and needs. She enjoys having her breasts fondled and her nipples sucked. I love how she wraps herself around me, letting me know she needs me as much as I need her. And it is definitely worth the wait. As the apartment building finds out, our lovemaking echoes into the relative quiet of the courtyard.

Smiling, thinking of the past as I pull into our driveway. Will our ‘reunion’ tonight be as fun as that? The living room lights are on, and the front door is open. The radio is blasting KMET. ‘A little bit of heavy, 94.7 tweedle-dee.’

I walk through the front door, letting the screen door slam behind me. Stacey Lyn peeks her head out from the kitchen. “Hi, Sweetie, you’re home.”

I put my lunch pail on the dining room table, walking into the kitchen. She has the two triple margarita glasses we stole from Acapulco’s filled. I look at the blender on the counter next to the sink. It’s ready to refill them.

We step into each other and hug. Her full, soft breasts melt against my chest. No bra means she goes commando all the way. The bottom of her gym-style shorts peeks out from under the long, oversized t-shirt. We kiss long and hard. She is holding me tighter than normal. I pull her into me. She surprises me by relaxing into me. We break off the kiss, and I nibble her neck. She giggles. I take the drinks out to the living room. Keep on Smilin’ by Wet Willie is playing.

“Oh yeah. My friends Trish and James came by while I was there. They gave us some free samples.” She reaches under the side table, pulling out a gallon-size plastic bag stuffed with weed. I could see it was nothing but buds.

“OK.”

“I thought you’d like that.” From the ashtray on the side table, she produces a large joint. I pull out my Zippo and light it for her. She takes a drag and passes it to me. Bloody Well Right by Supertramp, is playing.

Continued in part two.  Will he continue to be Run Around Steve, or will he settle down, finding True Love?