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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,304
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Eleven
Okay, thanks to shaz, Black Butterfli, and animegirl007. Now, to those of you who are reading this and don\'t review, tell me what would it take for you to give me a few lines? Because I know more than three people [who are very important to me for reviewing in the first place] is reading this, and I just really want to know your thoughts, please. Shaz- thanks for that extra push!
6 years earlier- Last week of Summer Break
Rosalyn decided that tonight would be the night. She wanted Sean to be her first. “Only.” She thought to herself, completely believing in romance and true love. She knew that he was the one. The romantic that she was, however, she did not believe in waiting until marriage. Afterall, who’s to say that she would actually ever get married? Who’s to say that if she did, it would even last? That marriage was the only way to a perfect union… Aah, the lasting effects of being raised in a single parent home.
The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Her mother would be out until the wee hours of the morning because of her little field trip to the Riverboat casino with her aunt and grandma. She shouldn’t be back until three or four in the morning.
Rosalyn was still on birthcontrol, which was obviously a definite plus. But her number one fear was now completely erased from her mind. She had always had a feeling in the back of her mind that whomever she decided to share that with, that he would soon after laugh in her face- telling her what a slut she was and how stupid. It sounded insane, even to her own ears, but she couldn’t help how she felt. That is, until him. She didn’t believe that Sean would ever break her heart. He cared as deeply for her as she did for him. She was no longer afraid, and was tired of waiting. Rosalyn wanted to enjoy the fruits, so to speak.
She couldn’t get things in order until after her mom left, which wasn’t until 9:17. Sean was to arrive at ten o’clock. That left her barely enough time to take a shower, to trim things just so, liberally spread cocoa butter all over her milk chocolate skin, light the vanilla fan incense and candles on her dresser, slip on her never used Victoria’s Secret all blue lace underwear and bra, only to cover it up with a large white t-shirt and plain gray shorts, a little of body oil by the name of “butt naked” in a few key places, and she was done. Except for her hair. It was simply combed down from her wrap do, and there wasn’t much else she could do about it. She had run out of time by then anyway. Sean was always punctual if not early.
SSSSSSSSSS
9:58 p.m.
Sean jogged lightly up the stairs to Rosalyn’s porch. In his hand, he carried one of his favorite movies ever- “Clerks.” He couldn’t believe that she had never seen… well, actually he could. They were going to have movie night. Rosalyn was supplying “Goodfellas,” “Friday,” and “The Fugitive.” Movies they both had seen before and enjoyed immensely, but who could ever get enough of the classics anyway?
He rang the doorbell and waited…. And rang it again. She finally came to the door. All smiles and cheerful… something was up. He could feel it in his gut and- but what did that matter when she smelt like that? He couldn’t exactly put his finger on what the smell was, but it was absolutely intoxicating…
Walking closely behind her and gently grabbing her by the waist, he put his face to her neck and gave her a light kiss before asking, “What is that delicious smell?” She leaned back into him, knowing that the body oil had pheromones in them as well as the lovely smelling scent.
“Oh, just a little body oil.” She said, loving the feel of him and his hands on her. My god, I cannot wait…
“Come on, let’s go to my room so we can watch the movies.” She said, taking his hand and leading him forward.
Sean had never actually been inside of her room before, and therefore looked everything over carefully. Looking at her walls adorned with posters, he turned to her.
“The Rock, huh? Now how in the hell am I suppose to compete with that?” He asked, pointing to a large poster of the wrestler, seemingly looking down upon him.
“Well, I do have Eminem up there as well.” She said with a smirk.
“Ha, ha. He said, flopping down on her bed. “So what are we going to watch first?” He asked, noticing a yellow fuzzy thing out of the corner of his eye. Reaching over, he grabbed it and saw that it was a Care Bear with a sun on its belly.
“Aww. Rosalyn has her favorite bear.” He said lightly, tossing the bear up in the air before catching it again. Rosalyn had a look of horrification briefly on her face before putting on a cool demeanor. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t move that.’ She thought to herself.
“Oh, it’s uh… well I’ve had it since I was a baby. There’s a picture in the living room of me with it when I was only like a month old.”
“And you still got it, huh?”
“Well, obviously.” She said, sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed. “Don’t you have any toys from when you were younger?” Sean thought back for a moment [albeit reluctantly] to his younger years.
“Um, just two things. Well, technically five, but I don’t keep them in my room. They should be in a box up in the attic somewhere.”
“What?’
“My Dick Tracey and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures.” Rosalyn clucked her tongue followed by a “Hmph.”
“What?”
“And you wanted to make fun of me when you still have a Dick Tracey doll?”
“Hey, it was absolutely in no shape or form a ‘doll.’ I’m a boy.”
“So? I remember it cause I liked the movie too, and my mom wouldn’t get me one. It was a foot tall doll that happened to be Dick Tracey. But the turtles? Classic. My favorites were Leonardo and April.”
“That’s great. He still wasn’t a doll though.”
“Sure. Whatever. But um, I’m saving this bear beyond sentimental reasons.”
“Why?”
“For one of my kids, I guess. I think it’d be pretty cool to be able to say I have something as old as myself. My mom’s Richard Simmon’s workout tape aside, anyway… I’m gonna have two to four kids. Either a girl and a boy each, or two apiece.”
“Oh, now you’re pushing it. Might end up with all boys now.” She shrugged her shoulders in response.
“You want kids?”
“Yea, I think I do. Don’t wanna procreate with just anyone, though.” He said, turning on his side with his head propped up on his hand, facing her.
“Like who?”
“Famous people with whom it’ll never come true? I would imagine Halle or Julia. But Vivica Fox has a fat ass…” He then allowed his hand to travel up her thigh, gently massaging her hip.
“So you’re an ass man, huh?”
“Thanks to you…” He trailed off, surreptitiously moving his hand down her hip to grasp her backside. He just looked at her with those piercing blue eyes of his. How was it possible that something so simple could make her wet?
“I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back.” She said with a fleeting look of nervousness. She got up and briskly walked out of her room. Sean sat up with a look of confusion. ‘Something is definitely off here…’ he thought to himself.
6 years earlier- Last week of Summer Break
Rosalyn decided that tonight would be the night. She wanted Sean to be her first. “Only.” She thought to herself, completely believing in romance and true love. She knew that he was the one. The romantic that she was, however, she did not believe in waiting until marriage. Afterall, who’s to say that she would actually ever get married? Who’s to say that if she did, it would even last? That marriage was the only way to a perfect union… Aah, the lasting effects of being raised in a single parent home.
The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Her mother would be out until the wee hours of the morning because of her little field trip to the Riverboat casino with her aunt and grandma. She shouldn’t be back until three or four in the morning.
Rosalyn was still on birthcontrol, which was obviously a definite plus. But her number one fear was now completely erased from her mind. She had always had a feeling in the back of her mind that whomever she decided to share that with, that he would soon after laugh in her face- telling her what a slut she was and how stupid. It sounded insane, even to her own ears, but she couldn’t help how she felt. That is, until him. She didn’t believe that Sean would ever break her heart. He cared as deeply for her as she did for him. She was no longer afraid, and was tired of waiting. Rosalyn wanted to enjoy the fruits, so to speak.
She couldn’t get things in order until after her mom left, which wasn’t until 9:17. Sean was to arrive at ten o’clock. That left her barely enough time to take a shower, to trim things just so, liberally spread cocoa butter all over her milk chocolate skin, light the vanilla fan incense and candles on her dresser, slip on her never used Victoria’s Secret all blue lace underwear and bra, only to cover it up with a large white t-shirt and plain gray shorts, a little of body oil by the name of “butt naked” in a few key places, and she was done. Except for her hair. It was simply combed down from her wrap do, and there wasn’t much else she could do about it. She had run out of time by then anyway. Sean was always punctual if not early.
SSSSSSSSSS
9:58 p.m.
Sean jogged lightly up the stairs to Rosalyn’s porch. In his hand, he carried one of his favorite movies ever- “Clerks.” He couldn’t believe that she had never seen… well, actually he could. They were going to have movie night. Rosalyn was supplying “Goodfellas,” “Friday,” and “The Fugitive.” Movies they both had seen before and enjoyed immensely, but who could ever get enough of the classics anyway?
He rang the doorbell and waited…. And rang it again. She finally came to the door. All smiles and cheerful… something was up. He could feel it in his gut and- but what did that matter when she smelt like that? He couldn’t exactly put his finger on what the smell was, but it was absolutely intoxicating…
Walking closely behind her and gently grabbing her by the waist, he put his face to her neck and gave her a light kiss before asking, “What is that delicious smell?” She leaned back into him, knowing that the body oil had pheromones in them as well as the lovely smelling scent.
“Oh, just a little body oil.” She said, loving the feel of him and his hands on her. My god, I cannot wait…
“Come on, let’s go to my room so we can watch the movies.” She said, taking his hand and leading him forward.
Sean had never actually been inside of her room before, and therefore looked everything over carefully. Looking at her walls adorned with posters, he turned to her.
“The Rock, huh? Now how in the hell am I suppose to compete with that?” He asked, pointing to a large poster of the wrestler, seemingly looking down upon him.
“Well, I do have Eminem up there as well.” She said with a smirk.
“Ha, ha. He said, flopping down on her bed. “So what are we going to watch first?” He asked, noticing a yellow fuzzy thing out of the corner of his eye. Reaching over, he grabbed it and saw that it was a Care Bear with a sun on its belly.
“Aww. Rosalyn has her favorite bear.” He said lightly, tossing the bear up in the air before catching it again. Rosalyn had a look of horrification briefly on her face before putting on a cool demeanor. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t move that.’ She thought to herself.
“Oh, it’s uh… well I’ve had it since I was a baby. There’s a picture in the living room of me with it when I was only like a month old.”
“And you still got it, huh?”
“Well, obviously.” She said, sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed. “Don’t you have any toys from when you were younger?” Sean thought back for a moment [albeit reluctantly] to his younger years.
“Um, just two things. Well, technically five, but I don’t keep them in my room. They should be in a box up in the attic somewhere.”
“What?’
“My Dick Tracey and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures.” Rosalyn clucked her tongue followed by a “Hmph.”
“What?”
“And you wanted to make fun of me when you still have a Dick Tracey doll?”
“Hey, it was absolutely in no shape or form a ‘doll.’ I’m a boy.”
“So? I remember it cause I liked the movie too, and my mom wouldn’t get me one. It was a foot tall doll that happened to be Dick Tracey. But the turtles? Classic. My favorites were Leonardo and April.”
“That’s great. He still wasn’t a doll though.”
“Sure. Whatever. But um, I’m saving this bear beyond sentimental reasons.”
“Why?”
“For one of my kids, I guess. I think it’d be pretty cool to be able to say I have something as old as myself. My mom’s Richard Simmon’s workout tape aside, anyway… I’m gonna have two to four kids. Either a girl and a boy each, or two apiece.”
“Oh, now you’re pushing it. Might end up with all boys now.” She shrugged her shoulders in response.
“You want kids?”
“Yea, I think I do. Don’t wanna procreate with just anyone, though.” He said, turning on his side with his head propped up on his hand, facing her.
“Like who?”
“Famous people with whom it’ll never come true? I would imagine Halle or Julia. But Vivica Fox has a fat ass…” He then allowed his hand to travel up her thigh, gently massaging her hip.
“So you’re an ass man, huh?”
“Thanks to you…” He trailed off, surreptitiously moving his hand down her hip to grasp her backside. He just looked at her with those piercing blue eyes of his. How was it possible that something so simple could make her wet?
“I gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back.” She said with a fleeting look of nervousness. She got up and briskly walked out of her room. Sean sat up with a look of confusion. ‘Something is definitely off here…’ he thought to himself.