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Ronni's Summer of Love - 4
by Veronica Lumpkin (ronnilum67@gmail.com)
***
I was having lots of fun that summer of sex, drugs and
rock and roll. I was balling with Dale and other guys.
But I wanted so badly to sleep with Luanne and show her
how much I loved her and how wonderful sex could be.
There was Kitty and Melody that fired my imagination
too. The summer was young and so was I. (mf-teens ff-
teens)
***
Hours at the Haze
My friendship with Luanne was damaged, but not destroyed
after I molested her. I can't think of a better term for
what happened between us that night. In those days I
thought of it as the night we made love, but Luanne
hardly participated. These days some might consider it
date rape.
I kissed Luanne and she didn't reciprocate, nor did she
resist. I touched her all over and although she
protested, she made no effort to stop my advances.
Luanne muttered, "Don't Ronni." and "We can't do this."
and "You have to stop," as I licked, kissed and sucked
her nipples.
When I said, "You know you don't want me to stop," and
"You know you love it, Don't you?" all Luanne could do
was moan.
And when I took her panties off and spread her legs, she
didn't fight back. She only muttered, "Oh Ronni, no,"
when I touched her pussy. And all she could say when my
fingers penetrated my girlfriend's twat was to simply
moan, "Oh Ronni! Ronni! Oh my God!"
Luanne didn't resist, nor did she reciprocate. She
barely touched me, but let me have her way with her. She
came and came hard. I came with her, my orgasm brought
on by hers. Afterward I held her tight and kissed her
deeply – she let me, but didn't really kiss me back. We
held each other through the night but I woke up alone in
Luanne's bed. I found her in the kitchen but neither of
us spoke. Our friendship was strained, but not ended.
We still hung out together. We went to the pool and
swam, bathed in the sun and looked at the boys. I looked
at the boys and girls, especially at Luanne. I tried not
to let her see me looking. I still had a huge crush on
her but I knew it made her uncomfortable, so I hid it as
best I could. She never invited me to sleep over again
and made sure the door was open if we were in her room
or mine. She would freak out a little if I changed
clothes with my door open with my brother Joey or Daddy
home. I always did that anyway. I liked to have them
walk by and get a good look at me. That never seemed to
happen when Luanne was there though.
I always wondered what Joey would do if he walked by and
Luanne was naked in my room. I fantasized about that.
Having Joey walk in on us, Luanne and me, both
completely naked. I imagined Luanne just freezing,
standing perfectly still, afraid to move. Joey would
look her up and down and tell her how pretty her body
was. Joey had a crush on her too. He always had. He
would be wearing just his swim trunks and I would watch
the bulge grow. I loved that. I loved getting my little
brother hard.
I wanted to watch Luanne make him hard. I wanted to see
him walk over to her and kiss her, the way I knew he
wanted to. I imagined him kissing, licking and sucking
her titties, as I had, and as he had done mine when we
were little. I wanted to walk up behind him and take
down his trunks. I imagined pressing my body to his back
and caressing them both as they made out. We would
tumble into my bed and I would watch my brother fuck my
girlfriend. We would share her and Luanne and I would
share him.
I wanted him so badly. I wanted things to be like they
were before other mother scared him away from me. I
wanted him to get into bed with me as he did back then –
to cuddle with me naked. I knew that things would be
different now. We could make love. I wanted to bath with
him like we did back then. I remembered how hard he got
even then. I kissed and even sucked his little prick.
Now I knew what I was doing and he was old enough to
cum. But he was afraid to get too close to me when I was
naked. I knew he liked looking at my body and I gave him
plenty of opportunities.
All these thoughts would flood my mind as I slowly
changed into my bathing suit, getting wetter and wetter
by the minute. There were times when I would have to
excuse myself, go into the bathroom and clean myself up
before I put on my suit. Sometimes I would be too far
gone and I would let my imagination run wild, picturing
Luanne, Joey and me going at each other as I got myself
off. I was such a horny little girl, with a very vivid
imagination, in those days.
Luanne and I would spend our days at the pool and our
evenings at the Haze. We would hitch out there and get
rides every time. In those days a couple of pretty
girls, in shorts and halter tops never had to walk far.
I had my driver's licence but no car.
Sometimes Dale would happen by and pick us up. Sometimes
I went alone and when Dale picked me up alone we would
take the long way. When I was alone with Dale I could
hardly keep my hands off him. I would get down on my
knees and blow him as her drove. He almost ran off the
road once as he came in my mouth.
Sometimes he would find a secluded place and pull over.
He'd swivel his captain's chair to face me and I would
go down on that massive cock of his. I got better and
better at it – taking more and more of it down my
throat. He would take me into the back of his van and
fuck right there in broad daylight. Sometimes we'd go
out to Austin Woods, to that private place of his and
fuck all afternoon. We would get interrupted sometimes
by hikers which was kind of funny.
If we were in the water, we'd just bob there until they
passed. If we were on a blanket, we would cover up until
they were gone. They would just nod and blush and as
soon as they were gone we'd throw the blanket off and
laugh. I wanted to just let them see us, but Dale said
they would probably report us. We weren't suppose to be
driving back there. The road was for park rangers, most
of whom were friends of Dale's so he could get away with
it. If any rangers came back that way, they would
recognize Dale's van and stay away.
I loved having sex with Dale and he loved sex with me
too. I could understand why. I was getting pretty good
at it. He had a gorgeous old lady who I was sure took
good care of him in bed. But I figured he was like me
and just couldn't get enough. He told me that there was
something special about the way I did things, in the way
I moved. That made me feel really proud and tried even
harder.
He even told me that he was in love with me. "You know
I'm in love with you, don't you, little girl?"
"I'll bet you say that to all the little girls, don't
you?" I'd say.
"Nope!" he said one day. "I mean it when I say you're
special. Nobody gets me off like you do. I'm gonna run
away with you one day. Take you to Mexico with me – or
Jamaica. I know a place that you would just love down
there. We'll live on the beach, eat mangoes, drink rum,
get high and fuck all day and night."
It sounded fantastic, but I loved Kitty too much to run
off with her old man. I didn't mind sucking his cock and
letting him fuck me. I was sure Kitty knew he fucked
around, I was sure she did too. It was the days of free
love. So I just let him talk and pictured those pretty
places as he finger-fucked me.
Dale would eventually get me to the Haze, drop me off
and get on with his business. I would try to avoid Kitty
for a while, at least until I got a couple of drinks in
me, get my nerve up, and get the smell of sex off me.
There was always some dude or another willing to buy my
drinks in hopes of getting in my pants. Some of them
were even successful at that. I got to know who Dale and
Kitty approved of. Some of those dudes at the Haze were
low-lifes, I could spot them from a mile away and stayed
away from them. Sometimes Kitty would see me talking to
a guy and she'd frown and I would know he was bad news
If Kitty and Dale invited a guy upstairs I figured he
was cool. As time went by I was more careful who I
messed with. At first I would slip outside for a smoke
and a quick blow job way too often. Luanne hated it when
I did that. I realized that I didn't have to do that for
free pot. I was a friend of Dale's. I just loved to get
guys off and I was dying to make a girl cum again.
Luanne and I had become part of Dale and Kitty's inner
circle. We were the youngest ones to hang out in their
home. Dale wasn't fond of having under-aged girls
around, but he was in love with me, or so he said. And
Luanne was my best friend so she was cool. And Kitty had
known us since we were little. She had worked at the
King-Kwick when she was a teenager. She liked us then
and accepted us now. I always had a huge crush on her
too. She was probably my first girl-crush.
I remember how it felt the first time I thought of her
when I masturbated. It seemed so dirty to think of
kissing another girl, of sucking her titties and as soon
as the thought of eating her pussy crossed my mind, I
came like I never had. I would never be the same. I was
probably 12. I remember being embarrassed the next time
I saw her. As soon as I left the store I ran home and
got myself off. I remember leaving my bedroom door open,
just a little, hoping Daddy or Joey would walk by and
see me cumming. They didn't but I came hard any way.
Up in Kitty and Dale's apartment, after hours, we would
all hang out and get so stoned. There was a core group,
Kitty and Dale of course, the lovely young Melody, who
was becoming my biggest girl crush ever, a couple of
guys from the house band, Load Stone, Bobby, the bass
player and Jack, the drummer along with Luanne and me.
Others came and went, but that group was there a lot.
***
Melody was driving me absolutely crazy. She would hang
on Dale as a lot of girls did, sitting on his lap and
kissing him a little, but not making out. She was always
looking at Kitty, to make sure things were cool. They
seemed to be fine most of the time. If Kitty seemed
unhappy she would move away from Dale for a while. She
would flirt with other guys but not make contact with
them. Melody and Kitty were affectionate toward each
other too. They hugged a lot and would kiss and whisper
in each other's ears. They kissed on the lips and those
kisses lasted a few seconds but not long – long enough
to make me jealous and wet.
From time to time I would run into Melody in the hall as
one of us was headed to the bathroom and the other was
coming back. She would pull me into the shadows and kiss
me. Our kisses were deep and passionate. She would drag
me into one of the spare rooms and we would make out
furiously. We groped each other's bodies. She would
squeeze my ass as my hands slipped up under her top. Her
titties were perfect. I would pinch her nipples and she
even let me suck them sometimes. But when I got my hand
in her pants and touched her pussy she always pulled
away. She pranced across the room giggling in a way that
I thought was the cutest sound I'd ever heard. I knew
that we shouldn't be away from everyone for too long.
It seemed that Melody didn't want people to know she
liked girls. Or she didn't want Dale to know she liked
me. I didn't care if people knew I liked her, but I
didn't want Dale to know about Melody and me for some
reason. He didn't seem to mind seeing me with Bobby, but
he didn't like seeing me with some dudes. It was odd,
but I didn't want to disappoint him. I craved his
approval, just as Melody and others seemed to. We both
sought Kitty's approval too.
Melody would be rather shy and withdrawn for a while
after we'd had one of those little sessions. She
wouldn't make eye contact with me or Kitty for a while.
Sometime Melody would cuddle up to Dale for a while, in
a Daddy/daughter kind of way, until she had regained her
confidence. Even that turned me on. When I was alone
with Melody she seemed like the young woman that she
was. When she was cuddled up with Dale she seemed like a
little girl.
I would notice that Luanne would be giving me hard
looks when I got back into the room. She would realize
that Melody and I were out of the room at the same time.
While Melody and I were making out I would often hear
someone pass by and I figured it was Luanne checking up
on me. She was so jealous. It pissed me off so bad. She
didn't want me to be with another girl. But she wouldn't
give me what I wanted, what I longed for, what I craved
so badly, either. I was in love with Luanne and she knew
it.
I made out with Bobby quite often and once Kitty seemed
to approve I balled with him, which really pissed Luanne
off. I was glad she was pissed. It was a huge apartment,
having been the top floor of a hotel in the old days and
there were lots of spare rooms. Bobby would take me to
the room where he usually crashed and fuck the living
shit out of me.
Bobby could have had just about any girl that came to
the Haze, even though most of the girls had their eyes
on Paul, the lead guitarist and singer, but he was
married and always went home to his pretty little wife
after the shows. I did go down on Paul one night in the
band's van. It was a dirty little treat to suck a
married man's cock – was our dirty little secret.
Bobby had a nice body and was very good in bed. I loved
having sex with grown men. The teenage boys I'd slept
with were done in a minute and never made me cum. Bobby
might not have been as good as Dale, nor not as well
hung, but he almost always made me cum. He loved the way
I sucked his cock too. I could take almost all of his in
my mouth. I'd practiced on Dale. I was getting pretty
good at that too.
I did a lot of things with my tongue, swirling it all
around and teasing the underside. I learned all the
places that Bobby liked to be licked and teased the hell
out of him, before sucking him. Sometimes I let him cum
in my mouth. I loved that, and he'd kiss me afterwards,
most guys wouldn't. I think he might have been bisexual
which I thought was so hot, even though I never saw him
with another guy. He liked me to play with his butt and
finger fuck him as I sucked his cock. I fantasized about
having a threesome with Bobby and another guy.
Bobby ate my pussy really well too. He could be very
gentle and tender. I'd spread his long, dark, wavy hair
over my legs as he ate me, kinda like it was a girl
going down on me. Then he'd kiss my belly, suck my
titties, then ram his cock deep inside me and remind me
that I was in bed with a man, a man who's mouth tasted
like pussy. And if Bobby couldn't hold back, and came
first, he would still make me cum with his talented
fingers or his tongue.
Bobby liked to call me his li'l groupie and sort of
considered me his girl, but I knew he had others and I
had Dale and some other guys. He never told me he loved
me, but I was sure he did. I thought they all loved me.
I just loved sex.
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