Raindrops on Roses
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It was a wet, rainy evening and I should’ve been home playing video games. My buddy Charles had invited me to this party, said he had something I’d really want to see. This guy was always inviting me to something. Last time it was an old lady prostitute who needed money for drugs and wanted to give him and his friends hand jobs. That was a weird night.
Before that was the really big girl with the buckteeth. She was actually kind of sweet. I lost my virginity to her, but no one knew that except the girl. She could spot my inexperience right away and helped me.
He told me to meet up with them at some guy’s house and head for the basement. He promised me over the phone this was going to be a special treat—no junkies or uglies. A girl that I would specifically like, he said.
Okay, I was intrigued.
Outside the door, I met one of other friends, Pablo. He was smoking his cigarette. When he saw me, he shook his head.
“You won’t believe this shit, man,” he said, pointing his cigarette at me. “You know this chick.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Go see. You’re gonna love this.”
“Who, fucker?”
He laughed. “Your mom. Go.”
“Come on…”
“Somebody from our old high school, man. Go check it out.”
I tried to think who I knew would be doing something like this now. Kelly? That girl was always poor. The guys always said she was easy. Paige was the bubbly party girl, but she wouldn’t do something like this, I thought. But you never know, I told myself. Mrs. Rimson most likely. She was the young teacher always flirting with the guys. Probably still having fun with young guys.
Certainly not a girl I dated in high school since I didn’t date anyone in high school except in my fantasies. One girl I absolutely was in love with. Two others I liked and only fantasized about. They wouldn’t be doing this.
I walked down a dark stairwell into the basement of the house. I could hear a girl laughing. I could hear two or three guys. I heard Charles. I walked into the basement.
A girl wearing a purple tank top and purple panties was sitting on a large blue mat on the floor. She had her face between the legs of one of the guys. It was Gary, another old friend I hadn’t talked to in a while, and he was holding an arm up flexing his muscles while getting his cock sucked. Charles was clapping when he spotted me.
“You’re late,” he complained to me. “One more guy,” he said to the girl.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth. “What the hell?” She looked around. She spotted me and laughed when she recognized me.
Charles said to her, “I told you.” Then he gestured for me to come closer.
“Oh my God, Rick,” she said to me. She shook her head. She turned back to Gary who was tapping her cheek with his dick that was getting flaccid. She pushed her hair back and took it into her mouth again.
When he saw I hadn’t moved from my spot, Charles nodded to me. “You’re after Quentin, buddy,” he said. He pointed to the other guy standing there stroking his cock. “That’s Quentin. Say hi.”
The girl continued sucking Gary and looked at me from the corner of her eye. I watched her suck. I didn’t know if I should turn and run back up the stairs or cry from a heartbreak or stay and fulfill a fantasy I’ve had of her for a long time.
It was Ramona. She was a girl I had harbored a secret desire for all four years in high school.
Gary was hard again. I watched Ramona slurp and salivate all over his cock. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from it. Charles offered me a beer, but I didn’t even answer. I had once pictured us holding hands strolling down the hallways, feeding each other at lunch time, and making out in the auditorium. She was holding Gary’s cock in her hand and licking it up and down, making it sound like it was so delicious.
Gary was holding a handful of her brown hair, that beautiful brown hair I used to stare at during class, that used to have gold highlights. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and started jamming it in and out. I could hear her gagging on it.
I looked away for a moment.
“Uh, I’m coming,” Gary said. He gritted his teeth and grunted.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face, still holding her hair. “Uhh,” he groaned as he came on her. At the same time, Ramona moaned, “Mm” as it shot onto her cheeks and her forehead. She flinched and blinked when it hit close to her eyes. Then she laughed.
“Ready, Q?” Charles said to Quentin.
Quentin had been stroking his cock furiously, getting it ready. He walked up to Ramona, still stroking himself.
“Get it in there,” Quentin said to her.
She opened her mouth wide. She always had this wide, cute smile. I watched as Quentin’s cock disappeared into her mouth inch by inch.
“Man,” Charles said, shaking his head. “How much of that cock can she take?”
She had certainly deep-throated Quentin, who then grabbed her head to hold in place. I heard a guttural sound come from her. She tapped on Quentin’s thighs.
“Come on, hold it,” Quentin said. She was shaking her head. She was pulling away. Quentin was protesting but she pulled it out and coughed.
“My God,” she said, catching her breath.
“You can do better than that,” Quentin said to her.
“Give me a sec,” Ramona said, swallowing saliva. Then she nodded. “Okay.”
“Hold it for like twenty seconds,” Charles said.
Ramona groaned but then sat up on her knees ready to try again. Quentin entered his cock inside her again, saying, “Yeaahhhhh.”
Again, inch after inch slowly went in. She got it all in and was holding it.
Charles started counting. He ribbed me to join in, but I didn’t. He got up to ten when Ramona started pulling away.
“Aw, no,” he said.
Ramona collapsed a little on the mat, holding her head, and giving them a laugh. “Jeez,” she said.
Quentin kept stroking his cock. “Come on, I thought you were good at this.”
“Ugh,” she said angrily, sitting up again, pushing her hair back. “Okay, motherfucker, give it to me.”
“Yeah,’ Charles said.
Quentin went in again. Ramona held on. Quentin pushed her head down even more. Ramona was grunting and gagging a little. She was about to start hitting Quentin’s thighs but stopped herself. Charles was counting up to twenty-five. Ramona’s low sustained groan was slowly getting louder and louder.
Then she had enough. Ramona pulled out with a very loud, “Unh!” and gasping for air.
“Yeah, bitch,” Quentin said, still jerking himself.
“Good job, Mona,” Charles said.
“Here’s your treat,” Quentin struggled to say before ejaculating onto Ramona’s hair and forehead. Ramona moaned as the cum came and then licked off the rest from Quentin’s cock. She scraped some off her forehead and placed it into her mouth.
“Yummy,” she said to Quentin with a grin. “Thank you.”
Then they all looked at me.
“Go ahead, dog,” Quentin said.
Charles nodded. “Your turn. She needs more cock, dude.”
“Let Pablo go next,” I finally said when I heard Pablo coming down the stairs.
“I already went,” Pablo said. “I’ll go again, though.”
Ramona shook her head and Charles told him no. He once again motioned for me to come forward.
I stepped forward slowly. I wanted to turn and run. I wanted to scream at her that I used to be in love with her.
She looked down.
Maybe she knew already. Those Valentine’s Cards I sent her were always anonymous but maybe she knew. Those roses I sent to her house once were also anonymous but maybe she knew.
I was in front of her face now, looking at this goddess I used to worship from afar. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but I couldn’t get my eyes off her gorgeous face—that little knob nose, those cheekbones, that pointed chin. She wasn’t looking at me. Was I being weird? I hurried up and pulled out my cock.
And everyone laughed.
“You’re gonna fuck her with that?” Quentin asked.
“Where the fuck is it?” Pablo said, shaking his head.
I looked down. I was completely flaccid. Quentin had stroked himself to prepare. I was too busy recalling my fake memories of Ramona and me the happy couple, Ramona and me the married couple, Ramona and me on a honeymoon on a beach rolling around in the sand, with flowers in her hair and a Hawaiian necklace around my neck.
“Don’t be mean, guys,” Ramona said. “Come here,” she said to me.
I moved closer to her.
“Some guys can’t get hard with so many other dudes watching, you know,” she chided the guys.
Charles motioned for the other guys to step back a little and quiet down.
Ramona took my shriveled little cock into her hand and started stroking it slowly. She looked up at me and gave me that wide smile with the once beautiful teeth. She still had Gary or Quentin’s cum on her forehead. But I had Ramona’s delicate hand on my cock. That hand I shook once long ago and nearly melted.
It stirred finally.
“There you go,” Ramona said. She looked up at me again. “Wakey-wakey.”
Charles laughed and nodded to the other guys.
It grew an inch. Then another.
“Mm, yeah,” she said. “I can’t wait to put this in my mouth, Ricky.”
She stroked some more. I was breathing harder.
“You like it, Ricky?” she asked. I didn’t answer. “I can make it even better.” She used the other hand to hold my balls. Now it was getting harder. “Ooh, yeah.”
She stroked it and put near her face.
“Ready, Ricky?” she asked.
No, I wanted to say. But I nodded.
“All right,” she said. She licked the tip first. I jerked a little. She moaned and kissed the tip to the bottom. “Sweet,” she said. She held it in her hand and smacked it against her lips. She giggled at that before licking it again.
“Did you miss me, Ricky?” she asked.
Before I could answer, my cock disappeared into her mouth and all I could see was the top of her head, her beautiful brown hair. Up and down she went on my cock. She pulled it out briefly just to say, “Mm, so good,” before putting it back in.
“We got a surprise for Ricky,” Charles said.
Ramona pulled it out again. “Yes, we do,” she said.
She jumped to her feet and pulled off her tank top. I looked over to Charles, who was nodding at me and grinning. Then he reached into his pocket. I looked back at Ramona who was pulling her panties off. She laid back down on the mat, completely nude.
Charles handed something to Ramona. It was a condom. She opened it in seconds and motioned for me to come to her.
I wasn’t moving until I felt Pablo shove me towards the mat.
“Fuck her, dude,” Quentin was saying. “Or I will,” he added, shaking his head.
I went to her. She grabbed my cock and stroked it some more to harden it again. Then she rolled the condom onto my cock. She then took my hand and pulled me down on the mat with her.
I hadn’t entered a woman since the last party Charles threw. I massaged my dick into her the way the bucktooth prostitute had showed me. Ramona reached around me to pull my pants down a little more. Then she held my waist as I pushed my dick into her.
“Unh!” she said, but then looked at me with that wide smile. I held her. I could look at her beautiful face, those breasts I had always pictured, those shoulders I had always stared at, that brown hair. And I was fucking her finally.
I fucked and fucked and fucked her, but I wasn’t coming. I was hard but I wasn’t coming. I looked away from her. I thought I was going flaccid. I pictured porn stars I had obsessed over. Japanese AV models I had on my desktop. Weird scenarios that had always titillated me. It helped but only a little.
I pictured the women I’ve fucked. Bucktooth Bridgit and Meth-head Mary, I had named them. I got harder and fucked Ramona with everything I had.
She touched my ass.
I stopped and rolled off her. But she wasn’t done with me. She rolled around, too, and then had a hold of my cock. She put it back into her mouth where she could really stimulate it. I closed my eyes and let her work. I pictured all the guys fucking her at once. Gary, Pablo, Charles, and Quentin, each of them finding a hole of hers and just fucking the bejesus out of her. And everyone just cumming all over her all at once. And her laying there on the mat drenched in cum, glazed in it, licking it off the floor in such a dirty, filthy scene.
And I came.
Finally.
The guys clapped. Jerks.
When she was all dressed and ready to leave, I asked her if she needed a ride home. She kissed me on the cheek and said she had one. I asked if I’d ever see again. She gave me a hug and said no.
The other guys eventually left. Charles and I were headed out, but he stopped me in the alley.
“You got it out of your system?” he asked.
“What?”
“Ramona,” he said. “You fucked her. You’re happy now? Now can you get over her? You were in love with her for so goddamn long. Are you finally over it?”
I paced the alley. I shrugged. “How did she get into this?”
“She was always into this, dude.”
“No way.”
“Since junior year, man.”
“What the fuck?” My mind was blown. “I never knew that.”
“Most people didn’t. I did.”
I crossed my arms. “You never told me.”
He patted me on the back. “You never asked.” He started walking off. “Let’s go get a drink, kid. Chat with some real girls.”
I looked back down the street where Ramona had walked off to catch her ride. I shook my head. I didn’t want to believe Charles, but did it matter? I chuckled. Then I laughed.
I remembered the new game I had waiting for me at home, but I figured it could wait. I turned back to where Charles was walking and ran to catch up with him.
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