Caroline, The Exchange Student Pt. 05

Caroline 5: Confession Part 1

Writer's Note: Read parts 1-4 to get the full timeline of this story, so the conversations make more sense. I am grateful that you are reading this story I am working on! Thank-you and I hope you enjoy.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room... a hospital?

My mom looked over at me. We shared a smile. My dad snored in a chair on my left side. A book sat in his lap. My pops was a short fellow, salt and pepper hair cut short.

"Hey hon, you're awake," she said, her black hair and dark eyes looked just like mine.

I rubbed my eyes, my head felt heavy, hurt like hell.

"What happened?" I said, sitting up a little more in the bed.

My mom stood up and walked over to my Dad. She shook him awake.

"Dakota, Jaime's awake," Mom said, looking towards the window.

My dad opened his eyes and rubbed his face... he smiled at me. He stood up.

"Hey son, we're glad you're okay... there was a bad car accident," he said. Dad forced a smile.

"Accident... what?" I said looking at my mom, who looked away. My dad put his arm on my shoulder.

"You and Dallas... got into a really bad car accident," he said dryly.

I thought really hard and searched my mind... I remembered riding with Dallas. I screamed and that hard thud as we hit the ditch. Something seemed wrong.

"Yeah, I kinda remember the crash..." I said, looking up.

"What about Caroline...?" I said, looking at my mom.

My mom looked at my dad, she fidgeted with her hands.

Oh shit.

Dad sat down and studied me for a moment.

"She went back home... to Germany," he said, lying. He didn't look at me.

I clenched my hands over my sheets, balling them up.

"I remember now..." I said, leaning back.

"It's okay son," my mom said, sitting on the bed next to me.

"I know she meant a lot to you, but she had to go home... and she doesn't want..." Mom said trailing off.

I felt like crying but I held it back and looked away.

"Besides, you're really lucky to be alive after the crash," my mom said, putting her hand over mine. I felt a little better, but something seemed missing.

~

Rusty, our border collie, greeted me at the door -- he jumped up on me and licked my hands.

"Hey boy, I missed you, too" I said, heading for my room. He followed me, smiling and panting.

My parents had converted the downstairs garage into a room for me, so my dad could take over my old room for work. There was a rumor that a lung infection was spreading across the world, and seemed pretty deadly, but so far no one I knew had gotten sick. I had lots of space. Several sets of vinyl records leaned against the wall, on the right side of the room, close to the window. A turntable on top, my stereo below, sat on a waist-high, charcoal media table, all covered in dust. Meh. My bed was messy, clothes on the floor. To the right, the closet was closed, but the bathroom door was wide open. My small incandescent lamp was the only source of light, which sat on a nightstand, next to my bed on the left in front of the stereo-turntable area.

Where was my cell phone?

I asked my parents earlier and they both said I must have lost it in the car accident.

I sat on the bed and looked over at the digital clock on the dresser. It read: 3:00PM.

Rusty jumped on the bed, but I shooed him away and he ran out of the room.

I closed my door. I turned on the ceiling fan, which kicked into high speed.

The flowing air dried the sweat on my forehead.

My head still hurt, like it was emptied out. I sat down on the bed.

I wondered what Caroline was doing.

My body felt heavy, sleep overwhelmed me, so I took off my shoes and laid down on the bed. My room smelled nice, like home. I closed my eyes.

~

I woke up from a horrible nightmare. Caroline was in a locked room by herself and she was holding her stomach. Her hair was cut short and she looked pale, sick. I suddenly remembered something. I had seen her like that somewhere before, but was it real?

The clock read 9:00PM.

Rusty scratched at my door. I yawned, got up and let him in.

My window was slightly open. Sometimes my mom opened it for me. She said my room gets a little stuffy.

Rusty trotted into my room, then his eyes shot right at the closet door, it was one of those accordion doors; he froze. He growled deep. Rusty never barked, but he did growl at strangers.

I stared at the closet door, we both walked quietly over to my bed where my aluminum bat leaned against the nightstand. I picked it up. As I walked closer, Rusty moved with me, like a shadow.

I opened the door, and cocked the bat back. I switched on the overhead light. In the closet was a woman... she shielded her eyes. She stood there as Rusty growled at her, baring his teeth.

She looked like a blonde version of Caroline, her golden hair braided with blue hair ties that matched her eyes, like sapphire. She wore thin, gray jogging shorts and a white crop top that highlighted her athletic body.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

She backed away, and looked at Rusty. She forced a smile at Rusty; he stopped growling, but looked at her cautiously.

"My name's Veronica," she said, looking at me.

"Please, tell das hound to back down?... I mean no harm." Veronica said, her voice sounded just like Caroline's, same German accent.

"Rusty, come here," I said, looking at him, he whined, backed away from her, and then sat down, watching the woman closely.

"You look like Caroline... but you're not her," I said, coldly.

Veronica sat down in the closet and crossed her legs.

"I am friends with Caroline... we're best friends," Veronica said, sighing, wringing her hands.

"Where's Caroline?" I said, penetrating her blue eyes.

Veronica shifted her weight. Then, she stared at me.

Rusty moved closer to her and Veronica put her hand out as Rusty sniffed her fingers.

She tried to pet him but he moved away.

"She's probably in a city. Somewhere. Not exactly sure where, but is being held by your government," Veronica said, matter of factly.

"There's some kind of government agents staying in the house across the street... they're watching you." Veronica said, trying to coax Rusty again with her hand. He just looked at her, bored.

"How do you know?" I said, looking at her features. She had diamond earrings, and her hair was radiant. I suddenly missed Caroline.

"I saw them when I came in," Veronica said.

"They didn't see me." She said, as Rusty slowly approached her.

Finally, Rusty let the mysterious woman pet him. He smiled, wagged his tail, and panted as she stroked between his eyes. He licked her hands, then walked away towards me. I put the bat on the bed and patted him on the head. He laid down on the floor next to me, closed his eyes.

"Good dog," she said, smiling at the both of us.

Veronica inhaled.

"I need to tell you what's been going on," she said.

I looked over at her.

"How can I trust you?" I said, looking at the open window.

"I guess you can't," Veronica said.

"Caroline said you wouldn't... and I don't blame you, but she asked me to come here and tell you everything," Veronica said, "it's going to be the truth."

I folded my arms.

"Try me," I said, sitting down on the bed, my hand still on the bat.

"First of all, what happened.. with you and Caroline, we didn't intend for you both to be so persistent, stubborn even," Veronica said.

"And, that's not her real name... it's Evie," Veronica said plainly.

I thought hard, and then I remembered leaving my body at a hotel... wasn't that in Indiana?

"Now I remember someone calling her that, Evie" I said, looking at her.

"I was there."

"I am having a hard time..." I said.

"--Remembering things?" Veronica replied quickly.

"Your government probably tried to wipe your memory."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, that's the thing... this part will be hard to believe," Veronica said, her face stern.

"Me, Evie, who you call Caroline, and that hybrid you were with... we aren't from here," she said, searching my face.

I leaned back.

"There's three of you?" I said, incredulously.

"Yes," she said.

"In our timeline, clones are the only way we can survive," she said, looking down.

"Men cannot survive in our timeline, our earth," Veronica said.

"We think it's because the sun began producing odd magnetic fields which causes male neurons, brains, to behave more radically than normal. Historically, this happened around the mid 1940s. We never had a second world war, just the one. All male humans died off, worldwide. We called it the great male extinction. Anyways, all males die slowly within days of being there. We tried recruiting human males for several years, to come to our reality. They die in complete and utter madness."

I squinted at Veronica.

"That sounds like a terrible B movie," I said, insulting her.

Veronica kept a straight face.

"How did you guys get here?" I asked, still not convinced.

"It's a long story but let's just say that we are able to move between different versions of earth's timelines, a portal pathway. Evie and I, we come from a reality where Germany discovers alien technology, right around our industrialization period. Our archeologists discover an alien ship buried in the Southern mountains. That alien ship, its technology, was so advanced. My grandparents' generation back-engineered that alien hardware. Our government harvested amazing stuff from that ship. They learned everything they could about it. It was almost impossible, but they eventually developed devastating weapons, technology, and even medical achievements never seen before. By the time my parents were cloned, Germany had easily achieved world domination. No one could stand against us," she said, almost proud.

I stared at her. Veronica licked her full lips.

"We renamed ourselves 'God's Fully Evolved Beings'".

Veronica flipped her wrist over, a small tattoo with a strange barcode sat perfectly on her wrist.

"It's my name, my birthdate, everything about me, and even my exact number of citizenship... in our culture, I was born as number 333 million, that's exactly how many people were born, cloned, whatever, up to that moment, once global ownership was ours."

I just looked at her, bewildered.

"Wait... what about that other woman?" I said.

"She looked just like Caroline, I mean Evie."

Veronica sat up.

"That Caroline you left with, from the Miller's house? Both of you made it to Indiana together... she was on a mission," she said.

I thought hard. I saw flashes in my mind of Caroline, stabbing someone in the neck. I flinched.

"She's a hybrid... not sure which parts are human but probably this part..." Veronica said, pointing to her lady parts.

She opened her legs a little. I saw the perfect impression of her pussy pushing through her shorts; my heart fluttered. I looked away.

"Okay, that's crazy," I said, looking at her again, my mind racing to put this together.

I put my hand on my forehead and balled up my fist.

"Okay... wait," I said.

"So Caroline... Evie, whatever... lied to me." I said, cold.

Veronica leaned forward.

"Yes... we had to," Veronica said.

"No you didn't"

We both looked at each other. Veronica glanced at the open window.

"Look Jaime, you need to understand something," Veronica said.

"We had to survive, not just as a race, but as a species, too, but the cloning had limitations... something was wrong."

"We had to get fresh DNA... but it had to be specific," she said.

"Indigenous people don't share the same DNA as Anglos do..." She said, her eyes looking around.

"Evie came here to collect samples... but uh... she got completely caught up in her emotions," Veronica said.

I felt sick. I folded my arms.

"I can't believe this..." I said, my chin shook with anger.

Veronica shifted her weight again.

"I am very sorry Jaime... but Evie told me to tell you the truth," she said.

"She said you deserved it."

I just sat there, feeling empty.

"Jaime, listen, there's more to tell you but some of this... uh, is something I think Evie should say to you... not me." Veronica said.

"Wait, when did you last see her?" I demanded.

"The day you found her at the Miller's in Morrisville, she gave you that Ipod" Veronica said, "That was Evie."

"She was supposed to leave for good, after leaving Collier, but she begged our government to let her stay, for a while longer," Veronica paused.

"But our government, they saw what she was doing. They didn't care. Evie was just delaying the inevitable. Our government sent an extraction team. They took her away that very night... they came in and took her by force. Evie, she fought hard but..." Veronica said.

"... They took her back to our reality."

"Our government replaced Evie with that hybrid, which was supposed to take you back to our timeline. Our government wanted more than just samples. They wanted a full specimen... you," Veronica said, pointing at me.

I lunged back a little.

"Evie wasn't going to let that happen to you," Veronica beamed.

I smiled a little.

"Is she okay?" I said, my voice shaking a little.

Veronica stood up... she walked over to the bed. Rusty looked at her and panted, then laid back down.

"May I sit?" Veronica asked.

I nodded "yes".

"Okay, for now... yes, but she's recovering," Veronica said.

"Your US government is totally aware of what we have been doing... for years," Veronica said.

"Usually a guy your age just moves on, after a sexual encounter... no one in the program expected the both of you to bond like crazy glue," Veronica said, putting her hand close to mine. I pulled away.

"Where is she?" I said, "I want to talk to her."

Veronica frowned.

"She's telling your government everything that's been going on, in our timeline," Veronica said, folding her arms.

"I've heard rumors, but Evie and I think our government is planning something big."

Veronica looked down.

"It's awful, our culture dominates everything it touches," Veronica said, putting her head down.

"Some of us... especially Evie and I, we have been trying to change things there, from the inside... but everyone who has tried to stand against our government..." Veronica said, rubbing her eyes.

"... dies."

I stood up and walked to the open window, and slowly closed it.

"I helped Evie escape," Veronica said, standing up.

"Our Government had her locked up... she was charged with sedition and was set to be executed by law," Veronica said.

"The law is swift, no second chances."

"I was next on their list, so we both had to get away, and..." Veronica said, her eyes trembling.

"We lost a dear friend, who helped us."

"This all happened at the same time you were on the run, with that Caroline hybrid thing," Veronica said.

"That hybrid doesn't even know she's part machine. She's a new design. Meant to replace Evie's job. Our government bragged that those new hybrids were far more efficient." Veronica said.

"And that hybrid, she believes she is the original Caroline, through and through."

"So the hybrid believes all that stuff she told me?" I said, confused.

"Yes, she was programmed to, but we all knew that there had been so many problems with those hybrids over the years. I think it's the emotional programming of the AI pathways, which cannot be properly integrated one hundred percent with the human psyche. In other words, the machine inside always wins. Those hybrids become so attached to their specimens that they will do anything to stay with their chosen specs, to the point of rage, jealousy, and death. What's more, she had to be immobilized by your government, so they could take you from her," Veronica said.

I closed my eyes.

"Your US government, and those men working for your US government are probably contracted third party kites. They have this device, not sure what it's called, but it can incapacitate the hybrid's computer system," Veronica said.

I felt sick... a fucking hybrid sex bot?

Ugh.

And what the fuck was a kite?

"Evie told me that you were in a hotel with the hybrid, yes?" Veronica said.

"Yes, I think I remember that, it seems like a dream though, like it wasn't real," I said.

Veronica continued.

"They struck a deal, Evie and your government -- to wipe your memory and let you move on," Veronica said.

"Evie wouldn't let go, though... she was distraught," Veronica said.

"You know, she's racked with guilt," she continued, "Evie absolutely understands if you never love her again, hate her even... she just wants you to be okay."

I laid back on the bed, as Veronica stood up and paced a bit.

"Okay what now," I said, feeling a little better.

"Not sure," Veronica answered.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rusty jumped up and ran to the door, his tail wagging.

I motioned for Veronica to go back to the closet.

She quickly disappeared into the closet and slid the accordion door shut.

"Jaime, it's Mom," my mom said.

I opened the door and the smell of chili and fry bread entered the room.

She looked at me. Rusty ran over to the closet and whined at the door.

I smiled at her.

"C'mon Russ, let's go!" I said to Rusty; he bounded to the door and ran out of the room like a streak.

"Smells like chili dinner," I said, my stomach grumbling.

"Do you wanna eat with us?" mom said, smiling big.

I nodded my head yes, then headed towards the kitchen. I shut the door behind me.

We ate and talked for about thirty minutes. It was nice. My dad was on his phone reading the next big thing for his stocks. My mom just sat and looked at me, being quiet. The frybread was really good and the chili warmed up my weak body.

Eventually, I excused myself and told my mom I wanted to finish my food in my room and go to sleep. My mom cut me a suspicious look, but didn't say anything.

I walked into the room with a huge bowl of chili, can of coke, and two pieces of frybread. I locked my room, put the chili on the nightstand, then walked over to the closet and opened it. Veronica lay curled into a ball, resting, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes. She smiled at me then sat up, stretched, and yawned. I put my finger to my lips.

"I brought you something to eat," I whispered, smiling at her.

Veronica came out of the closet and headed for the bed.

"Go on," I said motioning to the steaming bowl of chili, frost on the can of coke, and the frybread on a paper plate.

Veronica sat down and devoured the chili. She smiled as she ate.

"Thank you so much, I was so hungry," Veronica said.

I opened the can of coke, handed it to her and she took a deep gulp.

I watched her movements and every subtle thing she did reminded me of my Caroline.

"What kind of bread is that?" Veronica said, picking it up and taking a small bite of it.

"It's so good," she said quickly, taking a larger bite.

I laughed.

"It's frybread," I said.

"I grew up eating this," I said, smiling.

"I like to put my chili on it."

Veronica ate the entire bowl of chili. I could tell she wanted more. I took the empty bowl and went into the kitchen. The kitchen was like a void. My parents were probably in bed by now. Only the overhead light shone from the range, the chili still sat on the cold burner. The clock changed to 10:30.

I put the dirty bowl in the sink.

I quickly got a clean bowl, spoon, then, grabbed the last two round pieces of fry bread. I snatched another can of coke from the fridge.

I walked into my room, and Veronica wasn't there.

I heard running water coming from the bathroom. I tapped on the door. The water stopped and Veronica opened the door. She dabbed her face with a towel. Veronica's dark eyelashes made her blue eyes shine; she blinked, then, smiled big.

"Here", I said, putting the bowl next to my bed.

I sat down at the edge of the bed, facing Veronica.

Veronica smiled and walked over to the other side of the bed, by the pillows. Her beautiful butt cheeks bounced with each step. I looked away, feeling odd, staring at her.

She picked up the bowl on the nightstand.

"Thank you," she said, lifting the spoon, taking a huge bite.

Veronica sat down.

I looked at Veronica... we locked eyes, she opened her mouth, to say something.

"We need to help Evie," I said, suddenly.

Veronica swallowed hard, then smiled.

"--Veronica..." I said.

"Nobody calls me that," Veronica said gently, clearing her throat.

She shot me this look, a sideways glance, her striking blue eyes caught the light and they twinkled.

"Call me Ronnie," she said.

I just smiled at her.

"Okay, Ronnie..." I said, trying not to smile.

She giggled. Ronnie's sapphire eyes seemed to look all over me at once.

"But yes, we will help her. Evie said you were cute... but I didn't expect you to be so..." Ronnie said, her cheeks flush.

Ronnie grabbed a quick bite of her chili. She chewed, swallowed and smiled big again.

Suddenly, Ronnie snatched up the can of coke. She took a long gulp of the coke. Finally, she carefully put down the can as it hissed. She breathed out.

I felt my face get hot.

"We don't get to see real men, where I come from... guys I mean," Ronnie said, putting down the empty bowl.

She stood up, and sat back down. She breathed in.

"... It's like you -- guys, men -- are so familiar, but then so different. It's overwhelming," Ronnie said, composing herself.

She fixed her hair, and rubbed her brow.

"Oh," I said, smiling.

"I didn't know."

Ronnie looked down, thinking.

Suddenly, I felt better. I felt relaxed. I stole a quick glance at her full hips as she slowly leaned back on the bed, stretching her legs, those gray shorts straining against her thighs.

Ronnie's full breasts flattened against her chest, as she lay all the way back on the bed. She sighed.

My mind wandered.

Could I trust her?

Ronnie clasped her hands over her waist, her bellybutton peeking out beneath her shirt.

She looked over at me.

That look... oh my god. I knew that look.

I stood up and walked over to Ronnie, she stood up to face me; her deep blue eyes pierced me. She almost looked just like Caroline. But, Ronnie had lighter skin, and her cheeks were a brighter shade of pink. Her curly blonde hair danced with the breeze from the ceiling fan. Our eyes met.

"We need to try to get some sleep," I said finally, looking at her beautiful pouty lips. She frowned a little, and looked away.

"You can stay here with me tonight..." I said, still gazing at her face.

I grabbed my pillow and blanket, leaving Ronnie with my extra blankets, sheets, and two pillows still on the bed.

Ronnie watched me lie down on the floor next to her.

Ronnie licked her lips.

Suddenly, Ronnie slipped down on me; her legs straddling me. Her arms around me. She kissed my neck, once... then again, and again. I felt a sting of pleasure move through my neck to my chest. I felt faint. I felt stuck to the floor... she held me tight. Her arms trembled a little.

"Thank you Jamie," she said, a little choked up, with a lovely sweetness in her voice.

Ronnie's thick curly, golden hair waved against my face, and neck. I inhaled and her wonderful smell filled my nose; I felt weak.

I instinctively put my arms around her, and I felt like I was transported back to that day on the road, when Caroline said she fell in love with me.

"Sure... I just hope you both are being honest with me," I said plainly.

Ronnie pulled away, her arms still around my neck, and looked me in the eyes.

I sat up to face her.

"We made an agreement -- Evie and I -- to try to make things right again..." Ronnie said, looking down.

I leaned forward a little and our foreheads touched gently. We slowly rocked back and forth a little, from side to side, our heads locked together.

Ronnie hummed a little tune that sounded familiar.

"Hmmmmmm, hmmm, hm..." Ronnie purred.

I pulled away, I grabbed her face, and looked at her.

"What song is that?" I asked.

Ronnie smiled big.

"Something in the way... she moves..." Ronnie sang in a whisper.

I laughed and pulled her closer to me. Our mouths close to each other's ears.

I whispered the song, in time, with her.

"... attracts me like no other lover..."

We both giggled.

I shushed her. We both put our hands over our mouths. Ronnie gave me a playful look, and then she closed her eyes. I moved towards her as her lips found mine. Her full lips danced over mine, as she kissed me, all over, giggling.

Finally, I pulled Ronnie to me, kissing her deep. My tongue danced with hers.

Ronnie moaned as we kissed.

She massaged my cheeks and neck with her soft hands. I felt an electric shock pass through my neck, to my back, down my spine. I shivered.

"I have never been with a man before," Ronnie said, pupils dilated.

She licked her full lips, and we kissed again. Ronnie pulled away.

"I am a little bit scared," she confessed, looking a little anxious.

I grabbed her face, and looked her dead in the eye.

"You don't have to do anything, you don't want to do," I said.

Then, suddenly I was thinking about Caroline. I suddenly felt ashamed.

I pulled away from Ronnie.

"We can't do this," I said.

Ronnie looked at me... her face deflated a little.

"Evie said she wants you to have me,"

I looked deep into her eyes... searching for the lie. But, Ronnie's blue eyes seemed to glow.

I smiled big, stood up, and locked the door with a click.

I turned around as Ronnie pulled her shirt up over her head. Her wonderful tits resisted, then, bounced up and down. Ronnie stood up and got on the bed; she quickly covered herself with my blanket.

"Is everything okay?" I said, watching her.

Ronnie leaned back on my pillows.

"Yes, I have been wanting this for a long time... I am just nervous".

I walked towards her, got undressed; Ronnie's eyes got big and her pupils dilated as she watched my boxer shorts fall down. She bit her lips, blushed and she smiled big.

I crawled underneath the blanket on Ronnie's right side. Our skin touched, and we both shivered. Ronnie, her left hand shaking slightly, moved to my chest. She rubbed my whole chest and looked at me. I leaned in and we kissed. I felt myself get hard, and I inhaled. I smelled her hair; she smelled almost just like Caroline. Ronnie pulled away, then moved her hand to my erect cock. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and squeezed. I flinched.

"I'm sorry, does that hurt?" Ronnie said, letting go of her grip.

I nodded "no" and she wrapped her hand around me again. She squeezed me again, and again, moving her hand down to the base, then up to the tip. Finally, she put her whole hand over my balls.

"Wow, I didn't know your parts were so soft, but hard too..." Ronnie gasped, her mouth slightly open.

Ronnie moved her hand to my head -- I flinched again -- she smiled, as she lightly rubbed my tip with her thumb. Some precum appeared.

"Oh!" Ronnie gasped, her thumb rubbing my head. I felt dizzy as more precum squeezed out of my tip.

Ronnie let go, rubbed her thumb and finger together. Ronnie put her fingers to her nose, and sniffed.

"Mmmm... smells good," Ronnie exclaimed.

I looked at her.

"It tastes good, too," I said, smiling.

Ronnie locked eyes with me, and she licked her finger and thumb. She smiled as her tongue moved between her fingers.

"I love it," she said, looking down at my erect cock, pulsating.

I glanced toward my cock and she quickly went down there.

"Just don't use your teeth," I said, remembering she hadn't ever had sex.

Ronnie licked my tip with her tongue, a string of saliva and cum hung between us. I jolted as a wave of pleasure shot through my body.

"Lick it like a lollipop," I begged, "And kiss it, too."

Ronnie obeyed.

Ronnie extended her whole tongue and licked me mid-shaft to the top. I shuddered and moaned. She opened her mouth, and slowly put her lips around my head. Ronnie did a few quick up and down motions on my head, pulling tight on my head with her lips.

"Oh God," I mumbled, as I felt her slippery warm mouth cover my head.

"Yes," I mouthed, as sensual pleasure moved through my cock, then to my waist and my back; each time Ronnie moved her mouth, I moaned.

I ran my left hand down Ronnie's back and to her shorts.

She was on all fours to my left sucking my cock.

Ronnie stopped sucking to lick my head; her pink tongue flicking my head.

I ran my hand up Ronnie's soft full thighs, trailing up to her full butt, and then moved my hand around to her warm pussy.

Ronnie opened her legs a little, while I took my two middle fingers and pressed gently on her lips through her shorts; she felt warm as my fingers got a little wet.

Ronnie moaned as I lightly pressed on her clit, teasing it softly.

Ronnie popped off my cock. She wiped her mouth, smiled big.

Ronnie sat down, facing me, then in a twisting move, removed her shorts in a quick move.

I rubbed her slick pussy juice between my fingers. I smelled my fingers; Ronnie's pussy reminded me of Caroline, her smell made my cock even harder.

Ronnie put her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.

"My pussy is so wet," she said, a little breathless.

"Sorry, I am a little scared..." Ronnie said.

"It's okay, we can move slow... or stop," I said, hoping she would keep going.

Ronnie smiled, as I pulled her hips towards my face. Ronnie lifted her left leg over me, getting on both knees, moving her thighs towards my mouth; her pussy had no hair, was mostly pink, except for a small hint of brown on her shiny pink lips. Ronnie's pussy had a lovely sweet smell, like a fragrant perfume.

Looking down, she watched as I kissed her lips just below her clit.

"Aaahhh...!" She said, surprising both of us.

"That feels amazing," Ronnie said, her body shaking, eyes half closed.

I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked her silky folds from bottom to top.

Ronnie gasped again, opened her mouth a little then stuck her tongue out, mimicking my tongue strokes.

I moaned and kissed Ronnie's pussy with a loud smack, then licked her again as my tongue slipped inside her wet pussy, her aroma filled my mouth.

She moaned deep.

"Oh mein God", she said, grabbing my hair, rubbing my neck and the back of my head.

"Your pussy tastes so good," I said, Ronnie glanced down at me, her face flush.

I traced her pink lips, feeling the gentle roughness of her folds with my tongue, licking her bottom to top. Over and over, as she moaned each time my tongue pushed towards her swollen pink clit.

I moved my hands to her breasts -- trying to be careful to not squeeze her sensitive nipples -- I rubbed her soft tits with both hands. The softness of her breasts made me hard again. My hands kneading her tits firmly, I moved my hands down to her full thighs, and pulled her into my mouth.

Ronnie's torso jerked back a little, her golden hair swayed, as her breasts bounced with her beautiful body.

My cock stretched to full size, pulsating.

Finally, I kissed the opening just below Ronnie's clit with a slight pop, and stuck my tongue inside of her, as she gasped.

I shoved my tongue in her pussy as far as I could go, moving my tongue, in and out.

Ronnie grabbed the back of my hair and thrusted me into her hips, my tongue, fucking her pussy. Sweat beaded on Ronnie's forehead as she dug her fingernails into the back of my head; Ronnie looked down at me, her mouth open. Her hips moved up and down, quicker, then faster and faster, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

Ronnie closed her eyes; I moved my mouth over her clit, sucking on it slightly, using my tongue to cover her pink bulb.

"I am coming," Ronnie gasped, pushing my head into her hips.

I felt Ronnie's body get tight as I sucked gently on her clit. Her body tensed, then relaxed a bit, got tight again.

"Ohhh...!" Ronnie purred between her teeth, she licked her lips again.

I looked down at her opening as it closed a little then relaxed, her pussy lips moved in time with each contraction, her pinkness matched both her tongue, and pouty lips. Suddenly, I felt Ronnie's cum on my tongue, as her clear juices ran down the side of my mouth; she tilted her head to the left, her left hand balled up as she bit herself.

Finally, Ronnie put both her hands around the back of my head, as she moaned deeply.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned, as Ronnie's hips flinched each time my mouth pulled on her clit.

Ronnie's cum tasted like warm butter; her floral fragrance filled my nose and mouth.

Ronnie looked down at me as I quickly swallowed her cum and licked my mouth eagerly.

"Fuck," Ronnie mouthed gently, "Fuck..."

"... Damn..." she said, twitching her head slightly.

Still on her knees, Ronnie balanced herself with her hands as my tongue licked her clit, over and over.

"My god..." Ronnie gasped, her head moving back and forth.

"Yes... yes... yes," Ronnie whispered, pulling her hands into her chest, rubbing her breasts up and down.

"God... you're still making me come..." Ronnie moaned, pulling her head into her shoulder giggling a little.

I kissed Ronnie's pussy over and over as she flinched with each kiss.

Ronnie moved her hands to my hair again, digging her fingernails into my scalp a little.

"Wow," Ronnie mouthed with a playful smile.

I licked Ronnie's lips all over, stuck my tongue in her again, trying to get all the love juice from her yummy pussy.

Ronnie grabbed my hair, pulled on it with her fingers just as I swallowed the rest of her girl cum.

I could tell she was getting overstimulated, so I kissed her right thigh with my mouth, leaving a wet spot on her.

Ronnie giggled again; she looked down at me, tousled my hair playfully.

Finally, we both rested for a moment; she took a deep breath and smiled big. I smiled as she looked down at me, rubbing my scalp.

Ronnie quickly slid down on top of me, her body covering me.

I could feel Ronnie's soft breasts pressing into my chest; her warm pussy slid across my thick shaft as her pouty lips found mine. We both kissed each other deep as her girl spunk mixed in our mouths.

"Mmmmm," I pleaded, rubbing her back, thick thighs, and amazing butt up and down with both hands

I grabbed Ronnie, held her tight; though, really, I was thinking about Caroline... Evie... and all the times we made love before she left Collier.

I pushed those thoughts away as I kissed Ronnie deep.

Ronnie pulled away from me, lying on my right side; she wrapped her right hand over my pulsating tan cock.

Ronnie pulled slightly up on it, just below my head... some clear cum spilled out of my tip, running down her fingers.

"Mmmmm... more yummy stuff," Ronnie said, pulling her hand to her mouth, licking my clear cum from her fingers.

"Oh," I gasped; flinching all my eight inches, up and down, bouncing.

"Wow, I never seen that before...," Ronnie amused.

"So cool!"

I sat up on my elbows as Ronnie wrapped her right hand around my thick shaft again, watching me closely... I thought I was going to explode, watching her gentle hand wrap around my thick member.

Ronnie's hand squeezed the top, then let go, then she squeezed the middle then let go again. Eventually, Ronnie used both hands to gently squeeze my cock all over, jerking my swollen head, as more precum dripped out of me.

Ronnie quickly licked up my juice with her tongue, her whole mouth covering me. All I could feel was her warm mouth, her tongue tickling my shaft; her blonde hair tickling my stomach.

I felt my insides building up; I pushed her up towards me.

"You okay?" she said looking into my tense eyes, a little concerned, wiping her mouth.

I grabbed my cock and squeezed it really hard; it bulged and twitched as little droplets of cum dripped onto my stomach.

"Yes," I breathed.

"I almost came... it just needs a quick break," I said, my toes twitching.

"That's all."

But my cock pulsated, got really stiff, as a little squirt of watery cum with a little white streak shot out my thick tan head.

I gasped, closed my eyes, as fire danced inside me.

That cum streak landed on Ronnie's left forearm.

"Oh...!" Ronnie gasped. I felt a heavy sting of pleasure pass through me.

I slid my right hand into her left hand just as I shot another clear watery streak, which landed on both our arms.

I squeezed her hand hard.

"Don't move," I gasped, looking into her beautiful eyes, trying to stop my orgasm.

Finally, I closed my eyes and tensed my whole body. I felt the waves of pleasure fade away.

Ronnie let go of my hand.

She smiled big.

I relaxed as she brought her forearm to her mouth and licked the watery streak of cum from her forearm. Ronnie swallowed and smiled big, a drop of clear cum stuck to her bottom lip.

"So salty and good!" Ronnie purred, licking her lips as she leaned down, slowly licking the sticky cum from my forearm... her tongue felt warm, and I shuddered as she gathered every bit of it.

She stuck out her tongue to show off my spunk in her mouth, and then Ronnie swallowed the load with a faint gulp.

Ronnie leaned down and kissed me deep, her tongue inside my mouth, sharing my salty load. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her into me; we kissed, her mouth moving in rhythm with mine.

We broke away with a loud smack, and smiled at each other.

"Mmmmm," Ronnie purred, looking into my eyes, her sapphire eyes killing me.

"More..." she said eagerly, watching my thick cock pulse up and down.

I fidgeted next to her, my fists balled up, my eyes closed, trying to save my cock for what we were going to do next.

Part 2 is still being written!

Thank you again for reading,

Alex C.