Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains
Sue Ervins finally got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, and went out to the kitchen. She was still feeling a bit uncomfortable about what had happened with Ronny Amos the night before, so it didn't disappoint her to find the cabin empty. She smelled coffee and walked over to the counter where the coffee maker sat to get herself a cup. She saw the note lying on the counter next to the coffee maker, picked it up and read it:
"Sue,
Gloria had a hairdresser's appointment and went to town. She won't be back until this afternoon. Frankie and I walked up to the cabin Stu and I are buying. We'll be back later.
Kay"
Sue poured herself a cup of coffee, sat down at the table, and sipped it. She wasn't sure what she was going to do today. She did tell Ronny Amos she wanted to get together with him again but now, in the light of morning she found herself filled with misgivings about the way she'd behaved the night before. What was wrong with her? Why had she thrown herself at the young man the way she did? And why was she thinking about doing it again? Before this, she'd always been careful about who she had affairs with. She picked the person, and controlled the relationship. And she decided when she saw her lovers, and when she was done with them. What happened with Ronny was different and it both excited and frightened her.
On top of that, she was sure Frankie knew something more than just a ride on Ronny's ATV took place the night before. "It's ironic," Sue thought bitterly. "I thought I had something on him and Kay, now he's got something on me." She was sure Frankie wouldn't say anything to her husband, but the fact that he knew she'd slept with his friend bothered her. That was different, too. Until now no one, other than her lovers and her, had ever known about her affairs.
While Sue was debating whether she would see him again and beginning to lose the debate, Ronny Amos was sitting on the porch of his cabin, having a beer and smoking a joint. He looked toward the woods and thought he saw a flash of gold among the greenery by the path. He kept looking at the spot and, before long, Vicky Morrison appeared, wearing a large man's shirt that came almost to her knees. Smiling, she walked across the lawn and up the porch steps.
When she spotted Ronny through the screen, she waved. He waved back.
"Can I come in?" the girl asked.
"Do you really need to ask?" Ronny replied.
Vicky opened the screen door and came in. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Having a beer," Ronnie replied. "And smokin' some weed. You want some? This is real good shit. A friend of mine at school brought it back from Mexico."
"I'd love some," the delectable young woman replied. "You don't mind it that I came over, do you Ronnie?" She walked to the chair where he was sitting, bent over, and picked up one of the marijuana cigarettes he had in an empty cigarette box. She took a pack of matches, straightened up, and lit the joint, then inhaled deeply and held the smoke while a blissful look formed on her pretty face.
Vicky knew her parents didn't approve of her relationship with Ronny, partly because he was older than she was, but mostly because he drank, used drugs, and had sex with a lot of girls. All of that was true and, for her, that was part of the attraction he held for her. Her folks would have preferred if she'd spent time with Frankie Bobar, but she didn't want to hang out with Frankie. He was nice enough, but he was so dull! All he ever wanted to do was go for walks and canoe rides, and stuff like that. He'd never once even made a pass at her, even though she'd done her best to let him know one would be welcome.
Ronny, on the other hand, was exciting. He wasn't the first male she'd had sex with, but he sure was the best. He fucked her harder and better than anybody she'd ever been with, and he had shown all kinds of wild positions and things they could do. On top of that, he'd shown her how wild it was when you had sex while you were on drugs. As far as she was concerned, he made coming to the mountains for the summer worth it.
Vicky was standing so close to Ronny that the fabric of her shirt was brushing his arm. He could feel warmth radiating through the fabric and wondered what she had on under the shirt.
Vicky exhaled slowly, letting the marijuana smoke drift slowly out of her mouth. The effect of the drug was beginning to take make itself known. She smiled and nodded. "I saw you watching me yesterday when I was sunbathing on our dock," she said. She giggled. "I was kind of hoping you'd come over and fuck me right there!"
Ronny took a deep drag on his joint. "I thought about it, babe, I really did," he said as he held the smoke in his lungs, "but I figured your Momma night not like it." He grinned at her as he let the smoke out. "Besides, I knew you'd be around sooner or later."
"You're damn sure of yourself, aren't you?" the slim blonde replied. "What if I hadn't come over? What if I'd gone to Frankie's house instead?"
"I knew you'd be over," Ronny said. "You know I got what you need." He snorted derisively. "And I know you ain't goin' anywhere near Frankie, 'cause he ain't got nothin' you need. Shit, that wimp ain't got nothin' any broad needs."
He put his joint in the ashtray and pulled Vicky onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck and their lips met. Fire coursed through him the minute Vicky's taut bottom came in contact with his groin. Her tongue traced his lips and his came out to meet it. His penis began to swell and press against her firm buttocks.
