back to Ronnie's place

"I guess we could go to your place," you say as you get into his car.

Ronnie smiles and you instantly know you're going to regret this. As he pulls out of the movie theater lot he reaches down to your legs and slides his hand all the way up your thigh until his fingers graze your panties. You smile a little as he brushes his fingers against your panty-clad slit. He doesn't bother with conversation, instead cranking the radio up and repeatedly looking down your top.

Ronnie lives in a quiet suburban neighborhood that looks like a dump compared to yours. It's a big and old house from like a million years ago. You notice he turns out the lights as he pulls into the drive and you soon learn why.

"Don't say anything," he says. "My mom lives upstairs and she will go nuts if she knows I have a girl over."

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 old people junk. The house smells like mothballs.

Finally you reach the door to the basement and descend a staircase into an early 1990s cheesy bachelor's apartment. Everything is like old chrome furniture and purple walls and it's super ugly. There is a square of white couches that looks like he bought them from a hotel in Miami and a cheapo flat screen. You can see a door that opens into a bedroom to one side and a mini-kitchen.

"Sit down," Ronnie says and gestures to the couch. "I'll get you a drink. I gotta take a piss."

You sit down and smooth your skirt in your lap.

Ronnie turns on some heavy metal music and then detours into the bathroom. You can hear him loudly pissing and you giggle, but act casual when he emerges. He fixes you a really strong mixed drink and brings it over and sits beside you.

"Drink up, babe," he says and cracks open a beer. "Gotta lube you up."

He goes on and on about how he is going to fix the place up and buy a motorcycle and all sorts of fantasies. He points out where he is going to install a hot tub and tells you about a swing you can hang from the ceiling to have sex in. The potent drink he mixed for you has you good and buzzed and when he leans in and jams his tongue in your mouth you let him. You even enjoy it a little. His kiss tastes like the cheap beer he was drinking and his hand slides straight up your thigh and grabs at the crotch of your panties.

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.