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Chapter 3 - Engagement to Donna

Jimmy calls me just about every two weeks and we'll talk for an 
hour or so. While his voice has changed because of the surgery, it 
is still the same old Jimmy on the other end of the phone line. He's 
been gone over eight months by now and his mother has flown 
three times to see him. I never find out when she is going until 
after she leaves, which pisses me off, because I keep aggravating 
her to let me go the next time. And the weekends that I plan to go 
visit him on my own, he always has something to do, so I haven't 
been able to visit him yet. Which is just as well with Donna. We are 
going steady again and every time I mention Jimmy, the hairs on 
her neck will rise.

I tell Jimmy that Donna is making all the right moves on me. She 
enjoys stripping us both naked, then giving me the best fuck of my 
life as she finds ways to make me beg for more pussy from her. I'm 
so happy with the way that she is draining my cock at least once, 
every three-four days so that I don't have the time, or the energy to 
go find someone new. The last several weeks has been 
unbelievable.  If she's that terrific a fuck for the very few hours 
that we can spend together, what will she be like if I live with her? 
I've considered moving out and getting my own place because I'm 
getting tired of driving out in the country, finding someplace safe to 
park and then the two of us climbing into the back of my pickup 
truck where we fuck until we're both totally satisfied. 

When winter arrives, I know that it's going to be mighty cold in the 
back of my truck, but she isn't interested in a - what did she call it 
- an illicit affair. I always thought that any affair is illicit and that's
what makes it so much fun. And I don't see any difference from 
doing it in my bed or doing it in the back of my truck's cargo bed. I 
know that what she really wants is to have a new last name - my 
last name to be exact, and a ring around her finger.

As for me, I just have some relatively simple goals that mankind 
has had since the beginning of the human race - I just want to be 
able to get some pussy more than once a night and not have to get 
up to go home. I think about her living in my imaginary apartment, 
just as much as I think about a refrigerator being in my apartment 
- when I get hungry, I want to eat; not wait until later. Anyhow, I 
think I made a mistake when I asked her to move in with me. She 
turned me down because there wasn't a ring attached to the offer, 
but she keeps insisting that I get a place of my own, so that we 
have somewhere to go.

******

Brad works with me at the garage and he's two years older than 
me. Since Jimmy's been gone, I've been running around with Brad 
a lot. Nights that I'm not out with Donna, Brad and I go over to the 
Cowboy Cafe, and drink a few brews as we check out the local 
females. Donna doesn't like Brad either because she says that he 
leads me down the wrong path.

"Gary, come to the office, please - and do me a favor, take your 
time." Comes Brad's voice over the garage intercom.

I pick up a rag and wipe the excess grease from my messy hands 
as I walk up to the front office. 

As I approach the open door, I see Brad standing behind the 
counter, with a big smile on his face. Stepping into the office, I 
quickly see why he is smiling. An extremely beautiful young, 
woman, with long blonde hair and the nicest set of knockers 
pushing out a tight bra-less halter top, is on the customer side of 
the counter. Her nipples stand out proudly, poking through her 
halter top. Her small waist makes her breasts look larger. 

Before I can check out the bottom half of her, her mouth 
illuminated the room with a big smile as she says, "Hi, I'm Marcy 
Davenport and I think that I've got car trouble. Someone gave me 
your card and recommends you as being the best mechanic in 
town. Can you look at my car for me?"

Trying to keep from bursting into a big grin at the delightful sight 
of her very attractive body, I nod and reply in a very business like 
tone, "Where's your car and what's wrong with it?"

"It's out front - the 3000 GT. It feels funny when I'm push it up 
over a hundred. Do you have time to take it on a test drive?"

"I'm not permitted to drive faster than the speed limit, so I 
probably won't find anything that way. Any other symptoms?"

"No, can I bring it in tomorrow and let you look at it?"

"It'd be my pleasure. I'm not sure if I can find anything wrong, but 
there's no charge for looking. Who recommended you to me?"

"I just moved here. My new lawyer, Larry Gephart, gave me your 
card", she says, holding up one of my old dog-eared business 
cards. 

I pick up a new one, to replace the old card. As I hand it to her, her 
fingers barely touch me causing a tingle of excitement to run 
through my body.

"That's Uncle Larry. Ah, that is, he's my best friend's 
uncle."

I walk with her out to her car, knowing that Brad is jealously 
staring through the blinds. My thoughts are far from working on 
her car as I look sideways at the wonderful creature who walks 
beside me who is the ultimate goddess of my fantasies. She has a 
body like a Norse goddess, tall and narrow shouldered, with a long, 
flowing mass of large ringlets and corkscrew curls of blonde hair 
cascading down her back. A nice set of large, firm hooters shape 
her halter top to look like twin ski jumps. Her slender body looks 
gorgeous as her hips sway and her breasts bounce slightly with 
every step she takes. The halter top is tight enough to define her 
breast size and shape, yet still leave a lot to the imagination. I can 
tell that her breasts aren't too large, yet not too small, just the 
perfect size to fit in my hand. Her bare mid-rift reveals a cute 
bellybutton that I would like to drool over as my tongue... well, you 
get the idea. She is wearing short shorts, revealing a firm, shapely 
ass and nice, long legs; the type of legs that I like to have wrapped 
over my shoulders. Shapely legs that have spent a lot of time on 
the tennis court or other activities that firm up her beautiful legs. 
Her two inch high heels seem a little out of place for driving a 
sport's car, but they sure made her ass stick out nice, so I'm not 
complaining.

I lift her car hood, wishing that it is her halter top that I'm peeking 
under. At my command, she starts her engine and I listen to it, 
trying to find something wrong - anything to get her back into my 
shop. But there is nothing wrong with her car that I can find with 
this cursory examination. I put the hood down and she turns off 
the engine, staring up at me from her position in the driver's seat. 
Her car door is open and I stare at her beautiful legs, enjoying the 
profile of her graceful hips and buttocks. My mind goes blank as I 
stare at her perfect body. An iron-hard pulsing erection comes to 
life within my trousers and a fantasy day-dream image of me in 
bed with her fills my mind.

Trying to control my imagination, I squat down so that I'm at eye 
level with her as she sits in her car and I try to concentrate upon 
work as I say, "Sounds perfect to me. I don't think that I'll find 
anything wrong with it. And it's so new, that it ought to still be 
under warranty where you can take it to the dealership."

"It is. I just don't want to take it to the nearest dealership. So, you 
think that it'll run long enough for me to go home tonight and then 
over to the Cowboy Cafe tonight, then back home before I bring it 
in tomorrow?" she coos with a mischievous smile on her luscious 
lips.

"Yep, and if you have any problems tonight, just look around the 
bar. Brad and I are going to the Cowboy Cafe, tonight. Can I buy 
you a beer tonight?"

She starts her engine, puts her car in gear, then says, "Only if you 
ask me to dance also. I hate going into new bars and being a wall 
flower all night."

As she pulls out of my parking lot, I just stare at her car, knowing 
that my cock is sticking straight out. 

Feeling very aroused and thinking about my mysterious new 
customer, I stare at Brad who wanders out to stand beside me as 
we watch her drive away. I know that he has been listening all 
along. 

Brad's slow drawl is intended to shake me up as he reminds me 
"Sounds like you're going to disappoint our new customer. I know 
that you've got a date with Donna tonight, so I'm prepared to do 
anything for our company's business. I'll show up and represent 
our company."

But I responded in a friendly manner "You'll die and eat shit too 
before I let that get away from me. I've stood Donna up before and 
tonight seems like a nice night to do it again. If I'm going to get into 
trouble, it might as well be over a sexy fox like that. She's a ten in 
my book."

Brad is wiping his hands with a rag as he continues to try to find 
some way to get me to abandon chasing the beautiful woman 
tonight "You're letting your cock do the rating again without 
looking at her objectively. Her body's too straight to qualify as a 
ten. She's got a beautiful face, but I like my women to have a little 
more ass, and for their figures to be more hourglass. I like to see 
that sway in a woman's back and that Sophia Loren full body look. 
Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't kick her out of my bed, but I 
wouldn't rate her as a ten."

"You're just saying that to try to convince me to abandon her 
because I've got another ten in Donna.  You can't fool me. She's got 
a magnetic personality and seemed so. .. so seductive. I can feel 
her sensuality and something about her, makes me want to fuck 
her brains out. When I looked into her eyes, I wanted to throw her 
on the ground and bury my meat in her. On my cock index, she's a 
definite ten." I argued, knowing that my friend will disagree with 
anything that I said, just because of his general stubborn attitude.

"I can feel some of that also, so I've given her an eight - seven 
points for the body, face and general appearance; and one point for 
her personality."

******

I'm in trouble. Not only has Donna planned on me coming over 
after work, but she has also intended for me to eat supper with her 
and her parents. She spent all afternoon cooking and was planning 
to surprise me with her dinner plans when I showed up to take her 
out. And then I call to back out of our date. Hearing the anger in 
her voice on the phone, I know it is more than her normal anger for 
being stood up, so I hedge when she demands to know why - 
somehow, going to drink a few brews with Brad doesn't sound like 
a good reason anymore. Then with an icy cold voice, she tells me 
about her long afternoon, about how she intended to impress me 
with her culinary skill tonight. The third time she asks me why I'm 
backing out, I have to tell her the truth - I'm sick and don't feel 
good - food poisoning from something that I had for lunch, so 
dinner tonight is bad for me.

I skate on thin ice with her for another five minutes, promising to 
make it up to her the next night, knowing that she really doesn't 
believe me, but she has never caught me in a lie before. I've told 
her a lot of lies and had to sweat a couple of times while I covered 
my ass but Donna's never really caught me a lie.

When I hang up that phone, I almost jump up and click my heels - 
pleased with my survival of her trap to ensnare me and very 
pleased that my mysterious woman is going to be at a place where 
my cocksmanship has been successful so many times in the past. 
Then I scream. I have forgotten her name. I've got a lousy memory 
for names and have embarrassed myself before by having to slyly 
figure out some ingenious way to ask a woman for her name twice.  
Why can't I remember her name? 

I grab the phone and look up Uncle Larry's number. After four 
rings, I get his answering machine and leave a very cryptic 
message on his recorder. Picking up the phone, I carry it into the 
bathroom with me so I can hear it ring while I'm in the shower. 

After my shower, I shave as close and clean as I can, and use my 
best cologne. Then I iron my blue jeans - something that I haven't 
done in months - before dressing myself in my best cowboy shirt. I 
don't go all out, wearing the hats and big belt buckles; but that 
shirt is the right color to match my eyes - a good combination.

I wait until the last minute to leave, waiting for Larry to call back. 
Then I hurry over to the Cowboy Cafe, checking the parking lot for 
her sports car. I'm pleased when I see that she isn't there yet, but 
a little perturbed that I might be stood up. I park my truck around 
back, instead of where I usually park it so if Donna accidentally 
drives by and doesn't see my truck, she won't get suspicious.

A highly spiffy Brad is waiting for me at the bar, sipping on his 
bourbon. I lean against the bar beside him and look around the 
room, seeing some familiar faces as we wait for the band to start.

"How did you do it? I thought that she would cut your balls off 
before allowing you out by yourself.", he asks.

"I just called her up and said - 'Woman, I'm going out tonight. 
Don't give me any shit.' And then I hung up. In our relationship, 
I'm the boss.", I lie as I signal the bartender to bring me my usual.

"I know both of you better than that. You lied to her didn't you? I 
hope that you didn't do something stupid like tell her that you are 
sick. She's probably standing outside your door now with a bowl of 
chicken soup."

"Don't hear a word you're saying.  And you forget about trying to 
shoot me out of the saddle with this one.  I'm feeling good vibes 
from...say, do you think that she spells her name with an 'e' or an 
'i'?"  

Brad's grin reveals that my standard trick isn't working.  He 
shakes his head "If you forgot her name the way that you usually 
forget someone's name, then I'm going to let you take the heat.  I'm 
not going to tell you."

"Fuck you. Look in the doorway. My beautiful ten just showed up 
and there's no friend for you - why don't you get lost?"

Brad turns to look where I'm staring. My mysterious woman has 
just entered the bar and her ID is being checked by the bouncer. I 
pray that she is older than eighteen - just one day older is enough. 
The bouncer hands her ID back to her and she walks in, not 
looking around as she walks to an empty table. Her ass sways as 
only a female's can, as her breasts bounced slightly, barely enough 
to confirm their firm shape. I notice her legs are slightly longer 
than other girls her height - which I enjoy - nothing like a set of 
long legs wrapped around your waist.

Brad's voice barely sinks into my head because I'm concentrating 
on the wonderful vision that just walked into my life "Look at her 
walk. She's got a strut as if she is the fucking ruler of all that she 
surveys. And we're not the only ones that are watching her. There's 
other eyes turned toward her, checking her out.  You're going to 
have to work fast if you're going to score with that bitch tonight"

Pulled from a fantasy where I'm already in bed with my new friend, 
I recognize that he's right when he continues "It's your dime, so go 
make your play. If you strike out, I'm jumping into the batter's box. 
And you'd better hope that I'm too good of a friend to call Donna 
while you're over there making a fool of yourself. Just staring at 
that luscious babe makes me want to call Donna to see how she's 
doing tonight. I'll bet she's willing to come down here to see me and 
might give me some of her sweet pussy that you keep bragging 
about if she thinks that you're fucking around on her again."

I snarl at him, knowing that he is trying to tease me. Picking up 
my beer, I walk over to her table.

"Hi, I see you found the place. Can I buy you a beer?"

"The bouncer is nice enough to buy me one. He hinted that he will 
stop by to talk to me after the band starts."

She leans back in her chair. She is wearing a low cut pull-over 
dressy T-shirt that is very form fitting around her chest, and a 
black leather mini skirt that ends halfway up her thighs, revealing 
miles of long, luscious, perfectly shaped legs tucked into leather 
boots with high heels. Her dark stockings disappear beneath the 
skirt. She runs her hand through her hair, fluffing her hair while 
causing her breasts to strain against the T-shirt slightly. 

Then she says in a sultry sounding voice "Pull up a chair before 
someone else tries to pick me up. Have you figured out what's 
wrong with my car yet?"

"No, I've thought about it a lot today and will try to test it 
tomorrow."

"When we leave here tonight, I'll drive and you can check it out. I'm 
sure I can find some roads out in the country where I can get it up 
over a hundred easily."

The band started playing, starting with a slow song. I ask, 
"Dance?"

"Love to. I'm not much of a dancer, but I'm willing to learn."

She accepts my outstretched arm and accompanies me to the 
dance floor. I place my arm around her waist and hold her hand as 
we wait for the start.  I'm enjoying staring into her beautiful green 
eyes, seeing them twinkle as if she stands so close in front of me. 
Her seductive eyes capture me the second I look into them. I find it 
hard to look away, to keep from being drawn further into her 
beauty and power.

As I step out with the beat, leading her, she steps in closer to me 
and allows me to guide her as if we are one person dancing. All the 
time looking into each other eyes, both of us with big smiles on our 
faces as I feel her soft and warm body that is too damn close. Then 
I feel Mister Trouble as I feel that familiar struggle within my jeans 
as it begins to bulge up. The closeness of her body excites me even 
more and I know that she notices my erection. 

Stepping back a quarter step to put a little room between us, I'm a 
little surprised when she steps back in close to me, with a 
mischievous smile on her face, aware of why I stepped back. I find 
it exciting to be so close to such a beautiful woman and I continue 
to rub against her lightly as we slow dance, enjoying the pressure 
of my bulging pelvic area against my partner. Rubbing my body 
against her body results in a sensation similar to being 
masturbated as I feel my cock begin to pulse.

When that song ends, they play another slow one so we dance 
slower, enjoying the feel of each other's body. I know that I'm 
enjoying the soft firmness of her breasts rubbing against my chest, 
the gentle rubbing of her skirt against my jeans, and the 
mischievous twinkle in her eyes. What she sees in me, I don't know 
and don't care. I just knew that I'm in love - or as Jimmy used to 
say - in lust.


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