back to Ronnie's place

"It's still pretty early," you say as you get into his car. "I'd like to see your place."

Ronnie smiles and as he pulls out of the movie theater lot he lays a hand gently on your thigh. You smile a little at his timidness. He's a perfect gentleman otherwise and you spend the rest of the drive talking about the movie. You agree it was funny, but kind of lame.

Ronnie lives in a quiet suburban neighborhood, a little lower class than your family's maybe, older houses, but bigger. You notice he turns out the lights as he pulls into the drive and you soon learn why.

"We need to be really quiet," he says. "I'm taking care of my mom and so she, um, sleeps here."

You don't press it any further and creep into the darkened house. It's so dark that Ronnie takes your hand and leads you through the upstairs. You notice lots of china cupboards and vases and lace napkins. Seems more like maybe Ronnie is staying with his mom.

Finally you reach the door to the basement and descend a staircase into what seems to be a pretty nice apartment. It's a bit dim, but he has a little square of couches and a nice TV. You can see a door that opens into a bedroom to one side and a mini-kitchen.

"Have a seat," Ronnie says and gestures to the couch. "You want a drink?"

"Sure," you say and sit down and smooth your skirt in your lap.

Ronnie turns on some soft rock music and then detours into the bathroom. You can hear him loudly peeing and you giggle, but act casual when he emerges. He fixes you a sweet mixed drink and brings it over and sits beside you. He asks you about your plans for college and you talk about that for a while, sipping your drink and getting a little buzz going.

Soon he leans in and kisses you and puts his drink down so that he can lay his hand against your leg. He at least seems to have more confidence on his home turf. You part your lips and let his tongue invade your mouth. His kiss tastes like the beer he was drinking. His hand begins to slide up your leg.

He begins to push you back on the couch and you resist for a moment as you consider how you want the evening to unfold.