*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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"My car's making a funny sound," Myra announced as she came into the small bungalow.
"Funny ha-ha or funny strange?" Donny asked, looking up from the evening news. "Come on, come on, get to the Sports, huh?"
"What?" Myra asked, pushing her long red hair out of her eyes.
"You said it's making a funny sound," Donny said. "And I asked..."
"Oh, you such a comedian," she snapped.
"I'll get to it in just a minute," he promised just as Arnie Brodt began talking about the upcoming football game between the St. Louis Rams and the Minnesota Vikings.
Arnie was a lot more optimistic about the Rams' chances than Donny was. And Arnie's utter disdain for the Chicago Bears came through loud and clear as he talked about their upcoming game against the Dallas Cowboys.
"No one likes the Cowboys, Arnie," Donny said to the television and got to his feet.
"How's breakfast for dinner sound?" Myra asked as she scrounged around in the pantry.
Donny found the source of the funny sound and made the adjustments. He drove the car around the block to make sure he'd eliminated any errant noises, then returned home. He parked Myra's car in the garage and lowered the garage door.
"He's coming back in; I'll talk to you later," Donny heard Myra say as he entered the kitchen from the garage.
He thought to himself, "Should have gone into acting instead of diesel mechanics," as he was able to sit through their dinner and not ask about her phone call.
They'd met at Ice Castles, a nightclub. Donny was Lindsey's date for the evening; his sister had just turned twenty five and wanted to go dancing.
Myra was with a Bachelorette party; her sister Belle was getting married. The Bachelorette party was hard to miss; they were drunk and loud. But because they were having a good time and weren't being rowdy, Chet, the manager, left them alone.
The band was a decent band; they'd never win any recording contracts. But they kept the music flowing and kept the feet moving.
"That red head hasn't taken her eyes off of you since we got here," Lindsey laughed as Donny guided her through a lively two step.
"The one in the blue outfit?" Donny asked as he twirled his sister around.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, that's her," Lindsey said. "So go ask her to dance, huh?"
"Let me get a beer first, huh?" Donny replied.
The song ended and Donny got Lindsey her Harvey Wallbanger and his own beer and whiskey caser. Downing the liquid courage and giving a nervous smile to his sister, Donny walked over to where the eight or nine girls were whooping and screaming.
"Hi. None of my pick-up lines have ever worked so I'm not going to even try any of them on you," Donny said to the now hotly blushing red head. "But, you want to dance?"
"You, uh, your girlfriend won't mind?" Myra asked, glancing over at the now widely grinning Lindsey.
"Girl I been dancing with? She's my sister," Donny smiled.
He kept her out on the floor until the band announced a ten minute break. The Bachelorette party quickly grabbed a chair for him to join them, and then grabbed another chair for Lindsey.
Donny didn't know where Belle and the rest of the girls went, but Myra left with him and Lindsey. They dropped Lindsey off at her condominium, then drove to Donny's bungalow.
They entered the house through the garage, into the kitchen and Donny grabbed Myra, put her on the table, and pulled her jeans and panties off. He then sat in his chair and licked and sucked on her pussy until she had a screaming orgasm.
Then he carried her, over his shoulder like a fireman, and threw her onto his bed.
Her top and silky bra wound up on the floor and Donny slid himself into her wet pussy in one smooth stroke.
She came twice before he pumped his semen into her, then he rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him. His cock remained inside of her and soon she was riding him to two more orgasms before he shot into her again.
"So, how often you go to Ice Castles?" she asked as they lay in his bed, entwined.
"As little as possible," Donny admitted, playing with her small buttocks. "But, remember? Tonight was Lindsey's birthday, so that's where she wanted to go."
"Quit!" Myra laughed, pushing his hand away from her small backside. "Leave my butt alone."
"Oh, I was looking for it; where was it?" Donny teased and she squealed and slapped his chest.
"So where do you go?" Myra asked after he silenced her protests with hot kisses
"Have a beer with my buddies?" Donny replied. "We usually go to Rooster Pull."
"Ew, a strip club?" Myra screeched.
"And they got six fifty inch screens showing what's on," Donny said.
"What's on?" Myra asked. "You can't just turn and see?"
"No, no, not what's on the stage, what's on ESPN, or NFL Network. And since I'm a card-carrying member, I can go there and watch the football games on Sundays, even though they're supposed to be closed," Donny laughed.
They kissed some more, then Donny made love to her again and they fell asleep.
He woke her up at six o'clock and found out, Myra Eggleman was not a morning person, not after just three and a half hours of sleep. She had not improved much, even after a mushroom and cheese omelet and two cups of coffee.
Then he drove her home.
Myra had expected Donny Owens to be impressed with the Eggleman home; most of her friends and most of her former boyfriends had been.
But if Donny was impressed by the three story chocolate brown brick building, the circular drive, the neatly manicured lawn, he did not show it. He just asked her if she was busy Friday night.
Myra coyly suggested that she might be and again Donny wasn't impressed. He just replied that was fine and he'd see her around.
Then he drove away, leaving her on the steps to her home, looking astonished. After she couldn't see his taillights any longer, she stomped up the steps and entered the house.
"God damn, really?" Belle whispered to Myra. "Run off with some guy you just met?"
They were seated in the dining area of the East Acres Country Club. Thomas and Linda Eggleman were 'making the rounds,' talking to other members, leaving the two sisters alone as they waited for their lunch order to arrive.
"Oh shut up, Belle," Myra snapped. "How many times have I had to cover for you?"
"Nine, but who's counting?" Belle smiled smugly. "But a mechanic? Really?"
"I lost count of my orgasms," Myra spat. "A cock like that? Who cares what he does for a living?"
"You will when you can't go to Paris next year," Belle said and sat up a little straighter; their parents were returning to the table.
"Oh whatever, Belle," Myra snapped. "We went one time; don't act like we go there all the time."
"And if I want to go there every month, Michael can afford it," Belle sniped.
"The food still hasn't arrived?" Linda sniffed.
"Yes Mom, but Belle and me? We got so hungry waiting on you we went ahead and ate it," Myra shook her head.
"So, who's pickup truck was that dropping you off this morning," Thomas asked, peering at Myra with his one good eye.
"Donny; he's Lindsey's brother," Myra said, acting nonchalant.
"A truck?" Linda asked, sniffing in disapproval.
"Yeah, well, spent the night at Lindsey's; he offered to drop me off on the way to work," Myra said and sighed in relief when their lunch arrived, along with Linda's third gin gimlet and Thomas's third whiskey sour.
"Uh huh," Thomas said, not fooled.
Myra called Donny that evening and he was friendly, seemed genuinely happy to hear from her.
"So, I uh, I'm not doing anything this Friday," Myra said with a lilt in her voice. "So, what'd you have in mind?"
"Huh? Oh, well, when you said you already had plans, I went ahead and made my own," Donny said. "But, maybe some other time, huh?"
"What?" Myra snapped. "Going down to Rooster Pull? Looking at them skanks?"
"No, probably go to House Of Mei, then catch a movie," Donny said. "But, great to hear from you; don't be a stranger, all right?"
She squealed in indignation when he ended the call.
So, Myra learned that the games that worked on her other suitors did not work on Donny. The next time he called her and asked her if she had any plans, she quickly said 'No' and agreed to see him.
House Of Mei was a Korean restaurant in a section of Colfax that Myra never ventured to. They served a cuisine she had never tried and she quickly fell in love with the dishes Donny ordered for them, even if she could not pronounce any of the names of the foods.
"And what was that, that, whatever that was, in the vegetables?" she asked as he drove them to their next destination.
"Sure you really want to know?" he teased.
"As long as it wasn't dog," she responded.
"Eel," he said and she turned slightly green.
Their next destination was an indoor archery range. Archery was something Myra had never attempted and she thoroughly enjoyed having the tall, muscular Donny standing behind her, pressed into her, showing her how to notch the arrow, how to draw back the bow.
She was five foot six, on the slender side, with pale skin and a multitude of freckles. Her breasts were barely a handful, and her buttocks weren't much bigger. When worn loose, her orange red hair hung down to just above her small backside.
(Most of her suitors had been more interested in Myra's parents' money than in Myra.)
Donny was six foot two, with a square face, bronzed by many hours in the sun, brown eyes in a permanent squint. His face was a strong face and his body was a strong body.
And after they finished shooting two quivers of arrows, they went back to Donny's home and made love again.
"Now, come on," Donny said. "Got a Mack semi torn apart and he's got to make a six A.M. run."
"I can't stay the night?" Myra whined.
"Just told you," Donny said. "I got a Mack torn apart and the man needs it like yesterday."
Myra was home, in bed, staring angrily at the ceiling when the realization hit her. Donny had been too busy to see her, but he had rearranged his schedule to spend a few hours with her.
