Joel worked in second-shift production at my former job. (Yes, this is the same place that Harold worked). I ran into Joel quite a bit over the years based on the nature of our work. He was very friendly and we always stopped to chat for a few minutes whenever we saw each other. There was a definite mutual attraction. He kinda exuded this confidence and raw sexuality that makes me weak (and wet!) every time. There was chemistry between us to say the least.
I got called into work late one Friday night thanks to Harold. I was leaving the building having just got fucked by Harold for the first time (see Harold story). Not sure if Joel smelled the sex on me or if it was close to quitting time on a Friday night and he was feeling horny. Regardless of the reason, he followed me to my car where we started chatting. I sat in the car but had my legs outside the car so I spread my legs slightly to test the waters, since I was wearing a short skirt. No surprise, he bit.
He came over after his shift let out and we went right downstairs to the Entertainment Center. He proceeded to fuck the shit out of me, banging me against the side of the couch over and over again. It was one of those completely raw, physical fucks where the term “making love” doesn’t even enter in remotely. I was absolutely okay with that until the next morning when I looked in the mirror and my hair was severely matted where he had kept pounding me against the couch. I would equate it to that scene in the movie There’s Something About Mary where she uses his cum as hair gel. I showered thinking it would take care of itself, but started to panic when I could not get a comb through this matted hair mass on the back of my head. It was huge, so it wasn’t like cutting it off was a viable option. I had plans to go to a event with my aunt, so I called her up panic-stricken. I went over to her house early explaining that I had “slept wrong” and I could not get this mat out of my hair. Between a combination of vegetable shortening and Vaseline (and a lot of lost hair), we finally managed to kinda straighten out the tangles. And we made it to the event on time! I was mortified what people were thinking considering my hair was now a greaseball mixture of Vaseline and shortening. My aunt was actually enjoying my embarrassment, mentioning to her co-workers how she had helped me out of my predicament. I kept thinking if she only knew the real cause of that matted hair!
Joel and I fucked a few more times; typically on Friday’s. He had a habit of just showing up and not calling ahead-of-time. How uncool is that! He also did not enjoy oral (both giving and receiving) so there wasn’t a lot of motivation on my end to keep him around. I stopped returning his phone calls after a couple fucks. But man, talk about good ole’ fashioned raw fucking!