Banging Becky

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

I just had to tell what happened when I went to my girl-friend’s
house for christmas vacation. We’ve been dating for awhile, so I
know her family pretty well. She is very close to her older sister
who lives in the same town. Becky, my girlfriend, often hangs out
there during the day while her sister’s husband is at work, so we went
over one afternoon to relax in their Jacuzzi. Robin, Becky’s sister,
greeted us when we came in. Robin is a little shorter and slimmer than
Becky; where Becky has larger curves and large, heavy breasts, Robin
has slimmer hips that run to a slimmer waist and smaller, but not small,
breasts that sit up high and pert. (more…)

You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything.
I’m not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like
I’ve had ‘em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I’ve been
doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non-fucking
ex-wife’s alimony bills.

Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She’s about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not
kidding you. But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can’t find
her wallet! “I’m terribly sorry,” she says in this hoity-toity voice.
“I don’t seem to be able to pay you”. (more…)