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Ronni's Summer Of Love - 3
by Veronica Lumpkin (ronnilum67@gmail.com)

***

My girlfriend, Luanne is impressed that I broke up 
with Rodney, but doesn't believe me when I tell her 
about my ride in Dale's 'Silver Bullet', that is until 
I take to the Haze and she gets to meet him, herself. 
Getting invited upstairs for an after hours party was 
a special treat, but a girl named Melody stirs 
unexpected feelings in me. I'm not sure if Luanne 
shares those kinds of desires, but... (ff-teens, 1st-
bi-expr, reluc)

***

PART 3: After Hours Party

My girlfriend, Luanne, freaked out when I skipped 
school that spring day, she always did. She was such a 
goody-two-shoes. She was proud of me for breaking up 
with Rodney. She never did like him. She was shocked, 
and titillated by the things I saw though Rodney's 
basement window.

"A boy and a girl?" she gasped.

"Uh huh."

"What were they doing – exactly?" she asked. Luanne 
was still a virgin and such a prude. I don't think 
she'd even had an orgasm. She loved to listen to me 
tell her my sexual exploits, but wouldn't talk about 
herself in those terms.

"I don't know for sure," I told her. "The other guy 
was under the covers and was eating one of them or the 
other – may both of them."

"How gross!" she said. "Rodney is even more disgusting 
than I thought. And queer too!" She crossed her legs 
and squeezed her thighs together. No matter how she 
protested, I could tell she was getting turned on. I 
had been so angry when I saw it I wasn't turned on, 
especially since it was Wanda Dixon involved. But 
after I had calmed down and been so well satisfied by 
Dale, the thought of having sex with two boys was very 
exciting to me  

She didn't believe me I told about getting picked up 
by Dale.

"No way!" she said.

"I shit you not," I told her. "Where do you think I 
got this?" I asked her, pointing to the bandana that 
had fallen off Dale's head, which was hanging from the 
mirror on my dresser.

"You could one of those anywhere."  

"Not that color," I said. "That fell off his head as 
he was taking my top off."

"Get outta here!"

"Yep! He took me out to Austin Woods and we balled."

"Now I know you're lying," she blurted. "Austin Woods 
isn't even open for the season."

"He has friends all over." 

"I don't believe a word of it!" she said.

"Check this out," I said pulling the other bandana 
from under my pillow – the one that I'd used to clean 
us up after sex. I waved it under Luanne's nose and 
she jumped back.

"Oh my gawd!" she croaked, "What is that smell? Is 
that what I think it is?"

"Yes my dear, that is the smell of sex."

"That is the grossest thing I've ever heard of. Keep 
that thing away from me. I think I'm gonna barf! I 
swear to god I do."

I put the bandana to my face and inhaled deeply. I 
thought of how it had been with Dale – how he smelled 
and tasted and felt inside me. My li'l pussy was sore 
for the rest of that day. As I breathed in the funky 
smell of man-cum and girl-pussy Luanne gagged.

I stuffed the bandana back under my pillow and went on 
to tell Luanne, in great detail everything that Dale 
and I had done. She acted as though she didn't believe 
it but hung on my every word... 

"Let's go to the Haze tonight," I said.

"What? So you can make a fool of yourself?" 

"We'll see."

We put on our coolest bellbottoms and tube tops and 
off we went. We got a ride with a couple guys that hit 
on us all the way out of town. They thought they might 
get lucky if they took us all the way to the bar, but 
it didn't happen.  The driver was kinda cute and 
he'd've come into the Haze and bought me a couple of 
drinks, it's hard to say what might have happened. 
Luanne was being a little shit, and I didn't want Dale 
to see me with some other dude. It's not like he owned 
me or anything, but still...

It was a weeknight and the place was kind of dead. 
Dale's old lady, Kitty was behind the bar and I was a 
little nervous, not knowing if she knew anything about 
what had happened between Dale and me. Luanne was 
afraid to go up to the bar, even though she said she 
didn't believe my story. Kitty was her usual sweet, 
but sassy self and I knew I was okay.

It wasn't long before Dale and one of his friends 
strolled in. Dale glanced over at me but didn't say a 
word. I thought I was going to die. Luanne kept 
looking at me and back at him. "Stop that!" I said 
under my breath.

"Your new boyfriend didn't seem to recognize you," 
Luanne snickered.

"Oh hush," I whispered. "He just doesn't want Kitty to 
know."

Just then Dale turned, leaned back with his elbows on 
the bar and surveyed the place. That's when he spotted 
me. His eyes sparkled and he smiled. He said something 
to Kitty and she handed him two Singapore Slings and 
he carried them over to us. "These are on the house 
Princess," he said to me. "I thought I recognized you. 
Rhonda, right?"

"Ronni," I corrected him.

"Right. Then I need to get that song outta my head," 
he said. Then he sang, "Help me Rhonda, Help, help me 
Rhonda... Been singing that ever since," he paused and 
looked at Luanne, whose mouth was hanging open, and 
asked, "And who might you be?"

Luanne stammered something and said, "This is my 
friend Luanne."

Dale extended his massive hand and said, "Pleasure to 
meet you Luanne." She laid her dainty little hand in 
his and he shook it gently. She nearly fainted. He 
turned back to me and said, "I gotta get, but Kitty 
will take care of you. We're gonna have some friends 
up later. You ladies are welcomed to join us. About 
mid-night. Kitty will show you that way up."  He 
strolled back to the bar, spoke to Kitty and left. 
Kitty smiled and I knew everything was cool.

We drank a few more free Slings and Kitty showed us to 
the stairs that led to their apartment upstairs just 
before twelve. There a few other people with Dale 
sitting on a rug, in just a pair of cut-off jeans. We 
drank a little more, smoked some excellent pot and 
listened to Dale's friend plat his guitar and sing. 
Kitty joined us when she'd closed the bar and we 
partied a bit more.

I found myself making out with some cute guy I'd just 
met and suddenly got self-conscious, afraid that Dale 
might get angry. But when I looked at him, he had some 
other chick on his lap and Kitty had her head in the 
guitar player's lap. Luanne was just all alone and 
very stoned. I felt bad for my girlfriend and said we 
should leave. Dale got the chick on his lap to give us 
a ride home.

The girl's name was Melody. She was pretty with long 
straight hair and big eyes. We climbed into her bug 
and she drove us to Luanne's house, talking all the 
way. She kept patting my knee and stroking my thigh as 
she talked and drove. I was getting rather wet and 
turned on by Melody's attention. When we got out of 
her car, Melody said, "See ya real soon," and she 
kissed me, on my lips. There was no tongue, but it 
lasted several seconds and I wanted more.

Luanne and I crept into her house as quietly as we 
could, stripped down to just our panties and slipped 
into bed. I kept thinking about that Melody chick and 
how cute she was and how sweet her voice sounded and 
how good it felt to have her touch my leg the way she 
did. I couldn't help remember how exciting it was for 
her to kiss me and how I wanted that kiss to last and 
how I wished that kiss led to something. I hoped that 
maybe that kiss would lead to something, some other 
night. She said "See ya real soon." That meant she 
wanted to see me again. I realized I had a crush on 
that chick.

I'd had sexual fantasies about girls before. Most of 
them involved that little goody-goody prude that was 
in bed right next to me. Luanne was a cute girl and I 
thought she was sexy. It made her blush when I told 
she was cute and sexy, but she loved to hear it. I'd 
kissed her cheek, just being sweet. I'd pinched and 
slapped her butt a few times. That made her mad. 
Thinking about melody had me so wet and horny I had to 
snuggle up to Luanne. I pressed my naked boobs to her 
back and my wet crotch to her butt and she just 
moaned.

I put my arm around her and she sighed. When I 
caressed her skin she let another moan escape her 
pretty lips. My hands began to explore my girlfriend's 
body and she didn't try to stop me. When I got hold of 
her warm soft titty she muttered, "Ronni, don't" But I 
didn't.

When I kissed her neck she whispered, "Ronni, you 
can't do that." But I did. 

I whispered into her ear, "You know you don't want me 
to stop." And I didn't.

I rolled her over to face and she tried to turn her 
head when I kissed her lips, but she kissed me back. 
It was the warmest, sweetest kiss I'd ever known. She 
just held me and moaned and sighed as I touched her 
all over, but never tried to stop me. When I got her 
panties down and touched her pussy she muttered, "Oh 
Ronni! Oh Ronni!"

When my finger dipped into her it became, "Oh my god!" 
The faintest, sweetest whispers were cries in the 
dark. When my finger found her tender clit, it was "Oh 
god Ronni. Oh god!"

She began to shiver and shake, then she tried to get 
away but I wouldn't let her. I held her close with my 
lips against her neck and my finger massaging her clit 
until I knew she could stand it any longer. I pulled 
my finger out and held my hand hard against her pussy 
as wave after wave of what might have been her first 
orgasm rolled over her. She came hard and I came with 
her.

I kissed her again and said, "I love you Luanne," and 
meant it from the body of my heart.

"What did we do, Ronni?" she asked.

"We made love, baby." She started to cry and I held 
her close, whispering, "Shhh... It's okay baby. 
Everything is gonna be alright. Just let me hold you." 
And she did. She fell asleep in my arms and I held her 
naked body night long.

I woke up alone in Luanne's bed the next morning. I 
found her in the kitchen but she left the room the 
minute I walked in. I had to wonder if everything 
would be alright after all.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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