A couple of weeks after realising just how much I wished I could unfuck Lauren, and at the height of Lauren making sure everyone we knew in the dorms was aware that I had fucked her ("Three times!"), I met Kristin. She didn't live in the dorms, but she was up for a weekend visiting her best friend Teri who did, and since I knew Teri as well, Teri played matchmaker and introduced us.
I liked Kristin immediately, she had a cute face and a cute personality, and a nice body to boot--a little short, but slim, with nice hips and ass, and smallish tits that made my mouth water. She had short, brown hair, blue eyes, and a very nice smile, and she was very certain of who she was and what she wanted. And most of all, she wanted "to go out sometime." The problem was, she lived several hours away, and worked six days a week.
But I wasn't against driving six hours round-trip for a night out, especially if it ended how I hoped it would. Besides, I figured since it was such a long drive, I could turn it into a weekend, which meant it would likely end several times better than I hoped it would end. So over the next few weeks, that's what we set up: I'd drive down on a Friday, we'd have a weekend-long date, and I'd drive back on Sunday evening.
The following Friday, I picked up a dozen red roses, jumped in my truck, and headed south. I hadn't planned on Friday evening commute traffic, which added an extra hour, but I still arrived in time for pizza before the movie started. We ate pepperoni pizza and had a few beers, while she periodically smelled her roses and smiled appreciatively. I liked how they made her smile. She had a nice smile.
I can't recall what movie we saw, but we had a very nice time, and afterward stopped at a 24-hour donut shop and got two dozen glazed and chocolate donuts just because we were driving by and they were open and who drives past a donut shop? We got back to her place around midnight, and I was the perfect gentleman, expecting to spend the weekend on the couch. She rented a room from a couple, and the living room was off limits for guests to use as a guest room. We went to her bedroom. And fucked.
Afterward, we talked for about an hour. And then we fucked again.
And then we talked some more. And then we fucked again.
Around 6 AM we fell asleep for a few hours. Then we woke up and fucked again.
Then we talked, ate donuts, and showered. And then we fucked again.
It was now afternoon, and we were hungry, and besides, she had to go to work for an evening shift, so we got up, walked down the street to a sandwich shop and grabbed lunch to take back to her place. And then we fucked again.
Kristin worked in a mall, so I drove her and went shopping while she worked. When she got off, we went to a late-night diner and had breakfast for dinner before going back to her place...where we fucked again. And then we slept.
She woke me up three hours later and told me she wanted to drive up into the hills to look at the stars. So at 3AM we drove out of town and into the hills and found a place to park and look at the stars. And...yes...we fucked again.
We left when the sun came up, went back to her place and slept for a few hours, and then woke up with just enough time to fuck and shower before she had to leave for work and I had to leave for home.
We combined fucking and showering--always a most righteous way to fuck--and got dressed. And then the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh. Hi. I was just leaving...What? Why?" She was clearly upset. "I don't understand...Cutbacks? On a Sunday? Why didn't you say anything before?" Tears. Then: "OK, I get it. I understand. You're a fucking asshole. Fuck you, you prick. Fuck you. And by the way, I will make sure the district manager knows you are fucking two of your employees...I mean you WERE fucking two of your employees. Now you're only fucking one." She hung up the phone. "I've been laid off. I don't understand, though, because I had seniority. He was dating two of us. I guess he must have preferred banging the other chick."
It took her a couple of hours to figure out what to do: go stay with her best friend Teri until she could figure out what to do next.
So I had an extra passenger for the return drive. Actually, two. We didn't know it yet, but Kristin was pregnant. We would never know for sure if it was mine or her former manager's, but I was pretty sure it was mine. But all of that was in the future. For now, ignorance was bliss: the weekend seemed to be ending many times better than I had hoped.
She packed some clothes, grabbed her roses, climbed in the truck and we drove.
Along the way we stopped at a rest stop to pee. And then we fucked.
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