When I was in college one of the girls I was friends with was from the SF area, we were on the Gulf Coast. I was working on tow boats as a deckhand to make money for school, I had just come in and had 2 weeks off with pockets full of cash. I think her name was Samantha, but one night we were hanging out at a friends apartment and she said several times how much she wanted to go home for a few days, but air fare was ridiculously expensive in those days. I had a decent car, two weeks off, I'd never been to the West coast, I thought 'why not'.
I called Samantha the next day and offered to drive her, she said she didn't have enough money to split the gas expense, I just said we'll worry about that later. We packed up, I had the car checked and we left that afternoon. The first night, somewhere in Texas, we got a motel room I paid for. When I was checking in, the clerk saw no wedding rings and gave us a room with twin beds, Samantha was standing there and surprised me when she said "don't you have any rooms with king sized beds?"
That was my first hint as to how Samantha was going to pay me back, Samantha wasn't a Barbi doll, more like a pre-suburban mom look, think Terri Garr. But she was very sexually adventuresome, so it was a great trip from that standpoint, she introduced me to anal sex, flashing truckers, swallowing my cum, skinny dipping in motel pools and more. I would have driven her to Hawaii if I could.
Did I pay for it, did she sell it? Don't care.
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