Chapter 4-1
Rules and Responsibilities
Part 2
It did not matter where I attended school; bullies have always been attracted to me, as if by the scent of the new kid smell. The fact they were Shawn's buddies said they had it out for me and wanted revenge for taking his place in his school and in his family. I wasn't scared, because I knew if I really wanted to, I could kick their ass.
I also knew it wouldn't look good if I did so on my second day of school, instead, I ignored them, for now anyway. So, I just stayed focused on what was important and it wasn't them as I made my way to class. School was school and I won't bore you with the details about school life unless it was important enough to mention it.
I won't say the bell rang or took my seat or the normal crap that any other new kid or regular kid faces on the day-to-day level as I attended High School. I don't care how many kids think high school is their life or basically their world. It wasn't mine. I was here only to gain an education. And that's the only thing I took away from it. But I will tell you all about the things that most boys and some girls only dream of, that weren't part of the norm of everyday life in school. After all, I wasn't anything like a normal sixteen-year-old. I was a sixteen-year-old with benefits.
The second day of school ended, and I walked away with some light reading and an entire list of things I needed for my classes. So far, the biggest thing on my agenda was my two papers. And as I said before my best friends had drawn straws on who and when they would spend some "quality time" with me. The moment I walked outside with Stan, his sister Ronda was standing by my truck. I did not have to ask why she was waiting or how she found out about it, considering Ronda was Clara's best friend.
Stan had blond wavy hair that curled at the top, which made him noticeable because of his big ears earning him the name Dumbo or Chopper (short for a helicopter.) He had grown quite a bit over the summer; in fact, he had the hairstyle as the comic character of Richy, Rich and his dog Dollar.
He was always teased by Shawn and his pals always teasing him for his ears and his strange New England accent. Even though Stan was taller than Shawn and had broader shoulders than any of us. Standing five-foot seven weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred and sixty pounds. Because of his muscular body as he worked out with me and played the same sports together. His warm brown eyes and straight aristocratic nose and firm jawline drove the girls crazy. Wanting to lean him up against the wall and take him right there.
His sister Ronda Strous was the opposite of her brother, Stan. She was considered the wild one or the dark one. She was more into punk rock with streaks of pink and neon blue in her hair and liked to wear her favorite bands on her tee shirt like Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, Descendants, and Agent Orange to name a few. Include the clothing and look… like oversized tops. Big sweaters, sweatshirts, and t-shirts were totally hot, and wearing them over a miniskirt or a pair of leggings made them even hotter.
Today she simply wore an oversized top and red miniskirt with black fishnet stockings, wearing red high-heeled shoes to complete the outfit. If have you seen Cindy Lauper back in those days as you listen to her song, Girls Just wona have fun.
You would get a pretty good idea about the kind of girl Ronda was, with her chocolate brown eyes and broad chin and shoulders. Trust me, she looked hot in that miniskirt, seeing her bare shoulder and white tank top or bra showing underneath her tee shirt with the band Black Flag. Music that I wasn't allowed to listen to at home unless Mom and Dad weren't home. She was far different in school and at home than a little normal LDS church girl. She was wild and crazy just the way I like them.
I said. "Hi Ronda," As I unlocked my truck as she immediately said hi back to me. Her hi and my hi were completely different. As she pinned me against the side of the truck and kissed me hard and fast, and crazy with her hands as they slid them underneath my shirt, feeling me out as she kissed me.
When she released me, she said. "Hi, let's go to Lover's Hill. I want to show you the view from there."
I said. "I only have an hour maybe two, before my brothers will be finished with practice today."
She said. "That was all I wanted for now." By undoing my pants and zipper, that said she wanted me, and she wanted me in a bad way. Emphasizing that as she stuck her hand down my pants, finding me hard and ready. I knew if I did not hurry, she have me right here in the school parking lot, already people were watching us.
I opened the passenger side, and she climbed in first as I quickly redid my pants before they fell to my ankles. I never wore a belt because I feared them more than anything. I wasn't about to become my father when I got angry, having it become the first thing I used.
I wanted nothing over two to control my anger problems and I did so with sports, letting my anger give me the energy I needed. It was something my Pa and my Rothwell Dad taught me to do, using that anger in a more constructive way, like farm work and sports; using it to push myself as I used the anger as an energy source.
I had never been to Lover's Hill, but I was familiar with it, like most kids that lived here. It was the best place to make out sex. It was every boy's dream to take a girl up there and do just that. It was hard to pay attention to the road as I watched her slip her shoes off and her black lace panties. Man, she was hot.
She wasted no time in helping Stan off with his shirt and as he too slipped off his shoes. It did not bother me that she and Stan had sex many times. It was quite normal in the world I lived in, unlike now where everything was taboo. She gave me direction as she gave Stan a hand job, as she helped him off with his pants, letting him play with her sweet spot. The place wasn't far as it looked over the valley of Highland. The place was deserted, but being the weekend and Friday night it wouldn't be once the sun went down.
I simply parked. It did not matter which direction because we weren't here for the view. We were here for hot and wild sex. Stan quickly redid his pants, leaving off his shirt and shoes as he quickly stuffed his socks into his sneakers. While I removed the top liner that covered the back of the truck to protect the mattress. I did not have a watch yet, considering the one I had was broken.
So, I relied on Stan to keep an eye on the time. I turned on the radio and put it on my favorite rock band station that played everything from heavy metal to punk rock to plain old classic rock. The stuff I could only listen to in my room with my headphones on when Mom and Dad were home. Mom was more into the church music and light classical stuff that bore me right to tears.
Ronda was waiting for me on the mattress as she finished undressing Stan completely this time. Telling me she had a strip of condoms in her backpack. Unlike yesterday, I was prepared and pulled a long strip of them out of my backpack instead. She gave me a little giggle, telling me I was such a naughty boy.
I removed my shoes and socks, not wanting to get dirt on my mattress. I hadn't yet gone to the store and buy a few things for my little mobile sex truck. Stan pointed to his watch, stating our time was short. Something I knew too well. I should have called home first, telling my parents that I was going to be late. I could have killed for a cell phone back then.
I was about to follow the rules about letting her remove my Christmas wrapping, but I was too horny to wait and so was she and my best friend, Stan. His sister told him only to the brink when she noticed him stimulating himself by hand as he waited for me and his sister. Mostly because he and I had only one shot and one shot only. It wasn't worth wasting one of those pills. With the limited window, we had.
There would be plenty of time later to get back where we left off. Ronda wasted no time bringing me to her so she could really kiss me. This time removing my shirt instead of just letting her hands feel me underneath it. I did likewise with hers, waiting for her to slap my hands away like Clara and her mother did.
She wanted me badly, and I wanted her as well. I remembered her nice round-shaped breasts almost the size of half a football. It was like Christmas all over again, as I had removed each layer of clothing until I had reached her miniskirt. I took my time with her breasts, then letting my tongue follow the soft lines of her stomach. All the way down to her miniskirt as she lifted it so I could play with her sweet spot. I heard her moan as I lingered in the right place, then slowly removed her fishnet stockings. I knew the rules of the game when it came to the undressing part. If I see hers first, then it is my turn for her to see mine.
I stood up and played with her breasts some more then she undid my pants for the second time. This time letting them fall to my ankles, letting Stan remove them as she took her tongue down my chest, teasing me with little bites on my nipples. She frowned at me, telling me next time she wanted me to wear one of the twenty-four flavors. I wanted to smack myself for not thinking ahead of time.
I knew all my girls liked it more when I did so. The problem was I did not know if the flavor would last all day while I was in school. Of course, I could have done so when stopped in the bathroom to pee before I left, knowing I was going to have hot and wild sex.
True, I thought of the condoms this time, so I made a mental note to do so next time. When she reached my stomach driving me crazy as she played with my belly button, she removed my boxers so Stan could take them off adding them to the rest of our clothing, while Ronda stuck my penis in her mouth lowering me to the mattress.
She made her way back up to my mouth using her tongue but did not take her time like she would have if I had covered myself in one of those twenty-four flavors. She only did it to give her brother a chance to taste me orally and only bring me to the brink. I knew he wanted it all, but for now, he would have to wait. Watching his sister open one of the condom packages and having him trade places with her so she could put it on and slip me inside of her.
I did not know of the arrangement they had agreed upon, as I had assumed she would take us both, but she did not. She wanted me all to herself for now as he slipped his penis inside my mouth, kneeling as he made himself comfortable. I saw the hurt in his eyes, wanting more than just me doing a simple oral job and kissing me. When he noticed I saw the hurt in his eyes, he closed them and became unreadable. Ronda said. "Stan, don't pout, you'll get your chance to be with your best friend like you want and more. We only have an hour and we agreed that I would rock his world first."
Stan said, "I know, it's just I was hoping that you would have reconsidered."
She said. "Fine" telling me to let her know when I am close so he could join us. It really made his day when she said it. I knew my time was short, so I lied and pretended I was watching her get off me.
She took off the one condom and tossed it into the weeds and opened two more than she had Stan get into position. Then changed her mind and ripped the top off the condom and did us both orally when she noticed the time. We did not have time for each other like she and us would have liked. Bringing us up to the brink every so often than letting us climax fully on the third or fourth brink.
So, she did us both orally. When she was done having us, we only dressed enough to be decent. Leaving off most of our clothing, considering we would just be getting naked again after I picked up my brothers. Well, Stan and I would be considering she wanted to stop on the way home and grab a change of clothes. Something Stan already had at my place, just like all my best "boy" friends did. My brothers were waiting for me, sitting on the grass without their shirts on. It was a hot day and would be for a while still … Even though summer was over, the heat still remained. I had them climb in the back so we wouldn't be so crowded. Shane's truck only fit three adults, and that was still a tight fit.
When I got home after dropping Ronda off at her place; my mother was busy on the couch with my Dad having sex. They only looked up to ask how school went. Dad seemed a little angry as he told me he was expecting me home two hours ago. Stating that I should have called, telling him and Mom that I wouldn't be coming straight home after school. Stan said it was all his and his sister's fault because she wanted to go up to Lover's Hill. Dad said. "And let me guess you did not have money for the payphone."
My mother brought him back to focus on her and said. "Robert, you said nothing about him coming straight home today. You give him a truck and mattress to have sex in. He mostly, like, figured out, that it would be a waste of time to come home and start homework and go right back to pick up his brothers.
"After all, you knew perfectly well like I did that his best friends were planning a little impromptu sex party to welcome him home, to take the edge off after sitting in class for eight hours. It's not like we haven't had sex most of the day while your wife went grocery shopping and ran errands."
Dad turned his head and said. "Next time call, son, is all I am asking. Now you better get out of those clothes and start on your homework. Before your mother gets home. You know how she hates it when you are still in your school clothes when you come home."
I nodded and was about to leave the room when my mother said. "Aren't you at least going to give your mother a kiss son?" She pointed to her cheek as I leaned down only to have her take my mouth and pull me down as she wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.
When she released me, she spanked my butt and said. "Next time call. It's only polite and you know it."
She asked as Dad had just finished as he was cleaning her out how much schoolwork I had to do tonight. I said. "Not a lot, just a couple chapters,"
She smiled and said. "Well, then you better get it done because I needed to go home and get some clothes to wear. All I have are the ones that I brought with me."
Dad said as he got what he wanted. "It would be best if I went with you, in case your husband is home. I don't want him even near you are my son unprotected."
Dad got up and left the room to go take a shower. He smelled like sweat as he passed me, and I noticed the flakes of cement and plaster in his hair. Which said he was working hard in the basement. My mother lay there and had me check on the wash in the dryer when I said at least had a half hour before the dryer stopped. She gave Stan a funny grin. Dad said nothing about him doing homework only me, and we both knew it.
I had just barely closed the door when my mother quickly had taken off his pants, finding him hard and ready. My mother was more than ready for another round, and so was Stan. He has been wanting a chance to have sex with my mother ever since he saw her naked at Mr. Stringham's place. I did not care to join them as Dad said I had homework to do, and the rules always came first and so did my responsibilities as I made another note in my head to always call first before assuming it was ok to come home later than they had planned.