Chelsea and Ronnie: 2 Horny Nerds
Ronnie Braxton was like my little brother - he's 3 years younger than me. He and his family live across the street. My stepmom and I live at 530, and they live at number 527. His family and mines are the only blacks for almost 5 miles.
My name is Alexandria Rhodes, but everyone calls me Chelsea (my middle name). Me and Ronnie have been friends ever since we were kids. If you're reading this, you've already figured that I'm gonna tell you about how me and Ronnie started fucking. This is true - this IS a story about how we started fucking (and continue to do so), but also about how we got to that point.
Ronnie and me have always had a lot in common. Besides the obvious (black), we're also nerds (or as the other kids called us - "blerds"). This was cool for us. We spent lots of time reading comic books, debating Star Trek vs Star Wars (he's the Trekkie), and blerding-out over Peter Jackson and Marvel movies. We even look like "nerd/blerds" - both with thick glasses, I've got a wide-gap in my front teeth, and Ronnie "might" weigh 180 dripping wet.
We lived in our own little world and we loved it.
Neither of us was a virgin when we finally hooked up. My first time was at summer camp when I was 16, his was with his junior prom date (I hated that bitch...!). And the first time that Ronnie got laid in my house wasn't even with me.
He'd been fucking my stepmom...
Things got started the year that Ronnie decided to transfer schools and move back home. He also had a job waiting for him in town. I was still living at home, going to school part-time at the local community college, and working at a department store at the mall.
A few weeks after he'd moved back home, he asked me to help him find a place of his own. Ronnie was the youngest of his 3 siblings and his folks (especially his mom) insisted on treating him like he was still in middle school, despite the fact that he'd just turned 20.
We were sipping iced-coffees outside our favorite comic book shop when he brought it up.
"She just won't let me breathe...!" Ronnie told me. "Fuckin' sucks..."
I snorted a laugh and took another sip.
"Does she still check to see if you're wearing clean socks and undies?"
He exhaled and shot me a dirty look.
"Wish I had your set up." He said shuffling through his latest batch of comics. "At least Dee-Dee gives you some space."
Dee-Dee is my stepmom. She prefers that we call her that.
"Yeah," I agreed. "My situation is kinda sweet... She lets me come and go as I please, doesn't ask me for any rent. She's more like a cool, roommate than a stepmom."
"Wish I could stay with you guys..." he added flippantly.
And that's when the light-bulb went off. Why DIDN'T he stay with us? We had more than enough space. There were 3 bedrooms that no one used.
I didn't say anything to him about it that day. I wanted time to think and talk it over with Dee-Dee first. But I knew she wouldn't mind - she loved when Ronnie hung out at our place. Besides that, I missed spending time with my buddy.
That night I mentioned it to Dee-Dee. She was more excited about it than I was.
Wow - hindsight is 20-20.
The next day I hit Ronnie with the idea. He actually thought I was joking.
"Stop fuckin' with me, C..." he laughed. "You don't REALLY want me living with you guys."
I just stared at him and blinked.
"Really...?"
I nodded.
"Wow...!" he said as the idea slowly sank in. "That would be so cool."
"Dee-Dee even said you could have the basement guest room." The basement level of our "Mc-mansion" was almost a separate living space.
That sold it for him. I helped him move in the following weekend. His mom hated the idea, and didn't speak to us for a few days, but she eventually learned to accept it.
Dee-Dee was "weird" about it, as far as I was concerned. She had always been kinda "friendly, flirty" with Ronnie since we were in our teens. But the way she acted when he moved in with us was just..."weird".
I repeat: Wow - hindsight is 20-20.
Dee-Dee would get that way around men sometimes. Delivery guys, some of the neighbors, and once even with Ronnie's older brother (probably why his mom doesn't really like her). So I really wasn't that "surprised" when I actually caught the two of them in the act. I was suspicious that something was going on for weeks, and Ronnie wasn't ever gonna 'fess up about it. So I set to finding out on my own.
I checked the sheets in their rooms - yep, definite scent of "fuck-funk".
They tried to avoid eye-contact when Ronnie and me were playing video games or watching Trek re-runs. But I could tell there was something there.
I finally got my confirmation a few weeks later.
We were all turning in for the night, and I was getting my outfit ready for work the next day, when I realized that my jeans were still in the dryer.