Still decked out in full Columbia regalia, sans the crimson wig and gilded top hat, Ronni was just packing the last of the troupe’s equipment into her van. Thinking she was the last one in the theatre parking lot, everyone else having dispersed for a late dinner, the sudden appearance of a stranger caught her off guard.
“Excuse me.” His gruff voice drifted in from behind her.
Gasping with surprise and dropping the basket of lingerie, she spun on her heels expecting the worst.
‘Holy hell in a handbasket!’ Her eyes widened. Standing in the shadows, close enough he was still fully visible to her, was the most delectable stranger Ronni had ever laid eyes on.
Of all the strange, unique characters she kept company with, this one would prove to be the most enigmatic character of all. He was so completely unassuming, his true self would knock her off-kilter. Like so many of her male friends, he had shoulder-length hair the color of sun-kissed wheat and a wardrobe defined more by his empty wallet than by his sense of style. A simple white ribbed tank top clung to his torso, accentuating his sharply defined shoulders and biceps.
His arms were not large, only well sculpted, as though Bernini himself had painstakingly handcrafted them from the world’s finest marble. Light denim jeans hung in just such a manner from his narrow hips, as to pique Ronni’s interest in what lay beneath. The stoic expression etched into his handsomely chiseled face gave no inclination as to what he was thinking. Or what he wanted with a lone female in a deserted parking lot at two in the morning.
“Can I help you with something?” Ronni finally asked, mystified by his sudden appearance.
“Are you Ronni?” His velvety tenor drifted through the night, bathing Ronni with chills.
Unlike most men, his fathomless brown eyes stayed fixed on her sparkling blue ones instead of visually groping the exposed curve of her ample breasts or following the trim lines of her scantily clad body.
“Um…” Her brow furrowed with curiosity, “yeah.” She answered hesitantly. It was beyond her comprehension how this earthbound incarnation of desire could know her name.
“I’m David.” He took a step closer, out of the shadows and into the halo of the street lamp, extending his hand. “Marney told me I could find you here.”
He explained as he gently shook Ronni’s hand. That eased her mind a little. Not that she had any complaints whatsoever about her friend sending him her way, she just couldn’t imagine what he could possibly want with her.
“It’s nice to meet you, David. What is that I can do for you?” She could think of plenty of things she wanted to do to him.
David explained in his staccato tenor that Marney and her sister Missy had contacted him about filling in as the character Riff Raff and that Ronni was the one who would have to give the final okay. Ronni was taken aback by the idea. Though she adored every character her little troupe of misfits brought to life from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, David was way too pretty to play Riff Raff. Though she wouldn’t mind a little elbow sex with him.
She shook the thought and decided she needed him to audition. At least that was the excuse for what she was about to ask.
“A bunch of us are going to Marney’s. Would you mind coming over there, you can follow me, and do an audition of sorts for us?”
“Sure.” David didn’t hesitate to accept the invite.
Still, he didn’t seem the least bit interested in Ronni and that seriously perturbed her. It was always the same thing. The attention she got, she didn’t want and the attention she wanted she couldn’t get. ‘Oh well, at least she’d get to see if he was talented or just simply beautiful.’
Nearly a dozen people, including Ronni and David, filled the small living room at Marney’s and Missy’s home. They played out excerpts from the old cult classic, drank heavily, and laughed at stupid jokes. Ronni flirted with David throughout the night and still, David remained stoic and paid her no mind, as if she weren’t even there.
Ronni was over it! She wouldn’t chase anyone for attention or affection. If he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t interested. Everyone said goodnight at last and she removed the couch cushions and unfolded the bed tucked inside. It was where she slept every weekend. She paused for a moment when she heard David and Marney whispering from the kitchen.
Words were hit and miss but she understood the gist. David was wondering where he should bunk for the night. Ronni had a wicked little thought then dismissed it quickly. He wasn’t interested in her. No point thinking about it. She climbed on top of the thin mattress, pulled the heavy blanket from the back of the couch and burrowed deep down inside its warmth.
“Ronni?” Marney whispered. “You still awake?”
Ronni peeked her head out from her cocoon. Marney was kneeling by the bed, her gaunt face mere inches from Ronni’s.
“Yes?”
“Honey, do you mind if David sleeps on the other side of the hide-a-bed? We’re slap out of suitable sleeping arrangements. I give you my word he won’t bite.” Marney pouted, pleading for Ronni’s permission.
Ronni rolled her eyes. ‘He’s probably gay anyway.’ She thought.
“I don’t care.” Ronnie shrugged.
“Thanks, baby doll.” Marney chirped, kissing Ronni on the cheek before she bounced away.
Ronni took a deep breath and pulled the blanket back over her head as David’s weight sank into the mattress.
‘Ugh.’ Her luck, or lack thereof, never ceased to dumbfound her. She was the only woman on earth who could accidentally wind up in bed with a tangible Adonis… who liked boys. Oh, well, it was probably for the best anyway since she was riding the tail end of red wings week. She huffed and rolled to her belly to seek sleep.
David tossed and turned repeatedly, keeping Ronni awake. Irritation was quickly welling and if he didn’t lay still soon she was going to go total bitch mode on his beautiful ass. She ground her teeth as he shifted one more time.
Then he was still. Ronnie breathed a deep sigh of relief and closed her eyes.
It was in that moment when you’re not quite asleep but you’re no longer aware of the things around you when David snuggled up behind her. Her thoughts were cloudy but she smiled at the sensation of being held. One finger began slowly drawing small circles around her belly button.
Ronni came wide awake. Her eyes flew open against the sliver of light splitting the curtains and the dim illumination of the room it allowed.
David was flush against Ronni’s back, his arm draped easily over her waist. His face was buried in her hair, his breathing slow and even. Ronni remained stock still, not sure if he was sleeping or touching her intentionally. She didn’t really mind either way. There was nothing threatening about the way he was holding and touching her. And honestly, she didn’t mind spooning against his hard body.
Until his finger began a slow southern trek. Quickly realizing he wasn’t going to stop on his own, Ronni grabbed his hand just as his finger reached the top band of her panties. David stirred slightly but didn’t object to being halted at the gate.
“You awake?” He breathed against her hair. Ronni’s body reacted instantly to the intentional desire encompassed within his velvet tenor.
Oh, she was most certainly awake!
“Yes,” Ronni whispered, pulling his hand back up to her midsection, away from the fire growing in her loins.
“I want to touch you,” David pled with a ragged whisper.
Breaking free of her grasp, his hand skimmed over her belly and cupped her covered sex before she could stop him. Ronni gasped at the sudden brashness from the man who’d been so oblivious to her all night. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted to touch him. But she wasn’t going to allow it. Not tonight, anyway.
“Not now,” Ronni lamented, removing his hand from her core.
His arm still draped over her waist, David held her tight and silently breathed in the sweet smell of her thick blond curls for a long moment. When he couldn’t bear the pressure of the aching hard-on she had caused him any longer, he pressed his groin against her plump ass cheek.
“Ronni,” David groaned, groping and gripping the pliant flesh of her belly. “I need to touch you. Why won’t you let me?”
Closing her eyes against his pleas, Ronni couldn’t contain the urge to press herself against his erection. She wanted him in the very worst way. Her resolve was wavering. She didn’t want to deny him but she had to.
“I can’t, David.” She hated saying those words but it was the right thing. His hand left her belly again and cupped the aching mound between her thighs with determination.
“Is it because you’re bleeding?” He asked, kissing the gentle curve of her neck, then her soft shoulder.
‘How did he know?’ Embarrassed, Ronni couldn’t find her voice to answer. She nodded in the dark, wanting to crawl inside herself and hide.
David’s teeth sank painfully into the dip of Ronni’s neck.
“Ah!” Ronni cried, her body tensing from the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. David pressed his erection harder against her ass.
“I could smell you the moment we met,” David told her, gently tugging her shoulder, rolling her onto her back where he could see her face. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to control myself with you so close to me all night.” He slipped his hand between her thighs again, pressing his palm against her still dressed sex. He inhaled deep; shuddered. “You’re intoxicating.”
Ronni was dumbfounded. And more aroused than she had ever been in her life. Aside from the fact that he was lust incarnate, he wanted her. Really wanted her.
She’d never been with a man during menstruation, mainly because of the social stigma against such things. But embarrassment was replaced by need as the walls built by taboos came crashing down when David claimed her parted lips and explored her mouth with his hungry tongue. Ronni was lost to him. She opened her legs to accommodate his caress.
Growling at her submission, David’s kiss deepened. His strong tongue delved deep in her mouth, caressing every contour, tasting her tongue. His hand pushed and pressed against the part of her body he craved the most. She moaned in response to his touch and reached for his long locks that tickled her face.
“No,” David demanded, abruptly pulling away from their kiss. With wide eyes and at a complete loss for words, perplexion held Ronni captive.
Loose fitting boxers were the only clothes covering his nearly nude body as he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips. Claiming both of her hands with one of his, David pinned them above Ronni’s head and whispered against her lips.
“Don’t touch me. I want to do all the touching. All the tasting.” He kissed her hard, deep, making her lips hurt from the force of it. “I want to set your body on fire and hear you scream my name and beg for mercy.”
Ronni swallowed the breath that hung in her throat and tried to control the tremors that his words caused her. It was a weak and futile attempt. Her body shuddered and trembled beneath David’s weight. He smiled a devilish smile knowing she was ready for him.
Letting go of her hands with a gentle warning not to move, David slid down her body, kissing her neck. Groping her swollen breasts through the tee shirt she had changed into for bed. He dipped lower, pushed the flimsy tee up to expose her belly and fluttered kisses across her ribs. Over her belly. Right down to the top of Eden.
‘Oh, god, no! He can’t be doing this!’
Ronni stopped him in his tracks, putting one hand on either side of his head and lifting. The tempestuous eyes of the rapacious beast between her legs stung her soul with the hunger of a thousand men. His appetite would not be denied. Ronni let go, her body shaking with fear and want all at once.
David’s lips curled in a wicked, lopsided grin. He ran his tongue slowly across his bottom lip then slipped farther down her body. With a slow, fluid grace, David got to his knees and slipped Ronni’s panties from her body.
Ronni almost couldn’t watch but she made herself look. He paid no attention to the thin panty liner attached to her panties as he tossed them like so much refuse onto the floor. Her body trembled under the weight of his glare.
She had a slick shaved pussy and David couldn’t take his eyes off it. His nostrils flared, taking in her delicate aroma. It made his cock flex with want to be inside her. But, more than that, the smell of her desire made him want to taste her. Finding her eyes again, noticing the trepidation glinting back at him, David gently caressed her muscular thighs.
“I want to taste you, Ronni,” He slid his thumb up the moist slit of her bared pussy, causing her to gasp. “I want to and I’m going to. Do you understand me?” He pressed his thumb into her slit, slowly rubbing her swelling clit in delicate circles.
“Yes. Yes.” Ronni breathed. Her body was flushed and her core was wet with need.
In that moment, David could have done anything his wildest, deepest, darkest desire had ever thought to conjure and she’d have begged him for more.
Licking his hungry lips, David leaned down and gently kissed her outer labia. His mouth was warm and the tiny flicks of his tongue heightened her desire beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
Forgetting what he’d said, Ronni reached between her thighs and tangled her fingers in David’s hair. He immediately stole his lips from her body and removed her hands from his hair. The look in his eyes was frighteningly feral.
“I said don’t touch me.” His voice was stern, not menacing, as he skimmed up her body and placed her roaming hands back above her head. “Hold on to the back of the couch.” He instructed.
She did as she was told, making David smile with approval before he returned to the sensual kisses he had been lavishing on the naked mound between her parted thighs.
Ronni gasped with profound delight as his masterful tongue pressed through her lips and teased her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath and raised her hips closer to his face. His hands clutched at her inner thighs, pushing her legs wide open, his mouth sucking and licking every fold of her writhing cunt.
Her breaths quickened with each stroke of his tongue. Her cries of rapture grew louder each time he thrust his long, stiff tongue inside her aching pussy. Ronni gripped the back of the couch with white-knuckled intensity, trying to stave off her building orgasm. He was amazing and she didn’t ever want this delightful torture to end.
As if reading her thoughts, David lifted his head from her dripping core and looked her in the eye.
“Let go, Ronni,” David coaxed with husky, ragged breaths. “I want to taste your sweet release. Cum for me.”
Like before, Ronni submitted and did as she was told.
David buried his face between her thighs and eagerly drank from her well of desire. His teeth nipped at her throbbing clit making Ronni cry out his name, screaming through her orgasm as she clawed the paint off the wall behind the couch. Ronni bucked and thrashed under David’s capable mouth in rhythm with the waves of unmitigated gratification that crashed through her body. She let loose wail after wail of frenzied delight, making David lick faster. Suck harder.
His appetite for her insatiable, David was relentless in his torture.
Delirious from the way her body responded to his touch, the way she cried out his name and begged him to stop while begging for more, he smiled against her dripping pussy and finally relented with one last kiss.
David sat back up on his knees and watched Ronni’s body slowly come down from the summit of her orgasm. She was even more beautiful in the afterglow of indulgence than she had been when he first laid eyes on her. He swiped the back of his hand across his sodden lips and smiled at Ronni when she finally opened her eyes.
Still panting, unable to fully catch her breath, she stared at him with wonder and watched him watch her. He didn’t make a move to suggest that he was going to fuck her, although his arousal was evident beneath his boxers. Instead, he climbed off the creaky mattress, kissed her forehead and turned to leave the room.
“David?” Ronni asked quietly, sitting up.
“Shh.” He pressed his finger to his lips then disappeared into the bathroom.
Ronni sat there, sated, exhausted and baffled. Since when did any man offer that kind of pleasure and not seek his own in return? It didn’t make sense for him to just walk away like that.
Moments later, after Ronni had slipped her panties back on and crawled back under the covers, David emerged from the bathroom and silently climbed back into bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her satisfied body close to his.
“You tasted magnificent.” He whispered into her now ratted hair.
“If I would have had a condom with me, I would have been able to feel you on my cock.” He kissed her neck and snuggled down in the bed. “Next time, I’m going to fuck you properly.”
Little did she know that next time would be the last time before she discovered his secret. A secret that would ultimately end their affair, albeit brief, forever.
