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Subject: {ASSM} "To Have And To Hold" [Dancer] (MF rom hist ldom hs oral 1st)
Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 17:10:02 -0500
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Editor's Note: Here's one I re-discovered in Dancer's 'archives' - she kept 
sending me stories by floppy every month but my job kept me so busy I barely 
had time/energy to *read* them, let alone proof & post 'em.  As she says in 
her own notes, it bounces around a bit, but it's quite worth the trip.:)

Anyway:
18 or younger; scram.
People easily upset; read at your own risk & we disclaim any responsiblity 
for anything that happens if you do.:)
Everyone else; enjoy privately (Berne Convention on copyrights applies)

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The Standard Warnings Apply!

I wrote this in the beginning as something of a historical romance, which it
is, but the little devil in me threw a couple monkey wrenches in just for
fun. It turned out longer than I usually write and everything works out in
the end. I hope you can handle a bit of time travel - go with it, it twists
the plot of a typical lost loves finding each other (finally!). Lately, I've
been typing out sappy, vanilla roms that makes me sad because they remind me
of Empath and how much I miss him :(



To Have And To Hold (magic, MF, mf, oral, 1st, hist, hs, pett, humor, rom)

Copyright Dancer 2001


The fighting grew fiercer around Ramsey MacDiarvish, his adopted clansmen
beating back their dangerous opponents with clubs, swords and bare hands. A
high-pitched shriek made him pause and turn, granting his enemy the chance 
to
carve a deadly point across his ribs. Ramsey bit back his cry of pain and
focused his attention to the battle, disarming the Donnelley fighter and
running the man through. After kicking the corpse from his blade, Ramsey's
eyes scanned the field and finally caught sight of strangely garbed woman
slung over a pony's back. The stream of luxuriant black hair was
unmistakable, branded in his mind from his younger days of adolescence of a
charming girl who fascinated him. He was hard-pressed to believe another,
like him, had found a way to breach the barriers of time and fall headlong
into the past.

He tore through the high glen grasses like a madman, ignoring the stitch of
pain in his right side, intent on reaching the woman. He dare not hope to
catch the woman and her captor in time for they were on horseback and he was
not. The drama unfolded before him as she twisted off the pony, landing hard
on her rump. The Donnelley warrior bellowed angrily, clawed at her lengthy
hair and tried to jerk her bodily across his lap. With one fluid motion, the
lady sliced her closed fist against the arm holding her hair, turned toward
the man and used her momentum to knock him onto the ground. Donnelley fell
quickly, his face wearing a surprised expression as his former captive 
kicked
the thickly soled boot she wore along his cheek.

Ramsey arrived with drawn sword, fully prepared to kill another Donnelley if
the man so much as breathed. The gash oozed blood freely but the beguiling
smile of the wounded warrior gave Ramsey pause. "I nay met such a feisty 
lass
afore," Donnelley said in a Gaelic brogue. "Bedding ye would be sweet
victory."

"I don't know what you said but it sounds like a proposition," the lady
replied and swiftly bent back his thumb. She noticed Ramsey's approach and
gazed at him with a bittersweet smile. "Another one. What's your come-on
line, honey?"

"Bonnie," Ram spoke, his voice harsh sounding. He hadn't spoke English for
years and the syllables made his tone guttural and dangerous. Her brow
furrowed at the use of her name and she gawked at this new, kilted Scot. Ram
swallowed, his mind racing for something-anything to say that would convince
Bonnie that he, too was from the future. It came to him not a moment too 
soon
and a sparkle twinkled in his blue eyes when he said, "Me so horny, me love
you long time." She dropped Donnelley's hand in shock, then launched herself
at Ram so suddenly that they tumbled backward and ended up with her astride
his hips. Her knees pressed into his wounded ribs and Ram sucked in a 
breath.
"Are you hurt?" Bonnie asked, feathering her hands along his sides. The
instant she felt stickiness, she bounded away and pulled aside his plaid and
tunic to see how bad the injury was.

He batted her hand away, growling, "Stop fussing."

"Excuse me? Could you talk so I can understand?" In English, he repeated
himself and stood gracefully, peering over at the Donnelley, who dusted his
plaid as he gained his feet. Gaelic passed between the two Scots. Bonnie
watched their faces carefully in order to figure out what they said.
Donnelley grinned down at her rakishly and wiped a knuckle at the cut along
his cheekbone while Ram glowered. Donnelley mounted his pony, dug his heels
into its rump and rode away. She walked to Ram's side and tugged lightly on
his plaid. "What were guys talking about?"

He gazed at her and cleared his throat. "You. Craig Donnelley believes I've
been raiding this glen to dally with you, instead of stealing cattle as my
clansmen truly are." He badly wanted to wrap his arms around her, hold her
close but he resisted the impulse. She was his responsibility now, dependent
upon him for help and not to ease the ache in his heart.

"Who are you? How did you get to be here? Where is 'here'?"

"Here is the Scottish Highlands, 1146 A.D. and my name is Ramsey 
MacDiarvish.
We went to high school together." Ram nudged her along in front of him,
taking in his victorious, surviving clansmen. "The how can wait until
evening. After Maudie has cauterized this gash in my side," he amended when
she opened her mouth to speak. He barked out orders to gather the dead and
wounded and mount up, seeing the unspoken questions in his clan's eyes
concerning Bonnie. They could wait, as well. His main concern lay with his
wound, to get it closed before infection set in and the surest method to do
so was to seal the flesh with a white-hot blade. Bile rose to the back of
throat and the healed arrow wound at his right shoulder itched like crazy at
the thought of smelling his skin burn.

The MacDiarvishes saddled their hearty ponies and waited for Ram to mount. 
He
hoisted Bonnie onto his horse's back, then eased himself up behind her and
guided the animal toward the keep he called home. The group rode hastily for
several hours and Ram pondered the idea of dying from blood lost not through
his wound but through his straining erection. Bonnie was an excellent rider,
her willowy body moving easily with the horse and clouding Ram's mind with
decidedly erotic pictures of how she might ride him. He'd placed her atop a
pedestal when he first saw her as a freshman and maintained his secret crush
during high school, only getting this close to her in his fantasies. But
things changed. He wasn't the skinny, geeky slacker anymore. Swordplay and
deadly fighting had turned him into a brawny man.

Bonnie had transformed, too. She'd grown into the womanly body that had
developed early in her life and caused her to be the brunt of harsh teasing
from the girls as well as the guys at school. She was taller than he
recalled, her head barely brushing his nose. Her padded bottom fit snugly
between his thighs. "Don't think about it," he chastised himself under his
breath.

She looked at him over a shoulder, asking loudly, "'Don't' what?"

"Think about how nicely you feel between my legs," he whispered against her
temple. Her eyes darkened and narrowed as she stared at him and a tinge of
pink colored her face. Pressing the issue further, he shifted his right hand
from the reins and slipped it cautiously under the hem of her loose shirt. 
He
brushed his fingertips along the satiny skin below her brassiere and nuzzled
his lips against her black hair. "You've filled out," he said quietly.

"I've been filled out since I was twelve," she replied softly and leaned 
back
into his broad chest. Her left fingers pinched the material together along
her breastbone and he felt the cottony cup go slack above his hand. "There.
That should help." Without the support, her breasts drooped and branded the
flesh of his arm and hand as their softness touched him.

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." Bonnie reached under and guided him, her smaller hand 
cradling
his larger one as, together, they moved his hand to palm her ample mound. 
Her
nipple hardened quickly and filled the center of his hand as he held her.
Once over the initial shock of their physical proximity, Ram contented
himself with just cradling the heavy globe and basked in his newfound 
ability
to control his baser urges. In the back of his mind, he toyed with the idea
of cutting a slit at the crotch of her pants with his dirk and plunging his
turgid cock inside her depths but, being the nice guy he is, accepted what
she offered and nothing more. "People back home think you're dead, Ramsey,"
she stated. "Except your folks and grandparents."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." Her voice grew huskier. "Your family insisted you were travelling
through Scotland, learning about where your grandparents came from."

"How did you find me?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I don't know, except that I wanted to."

Glancing at her features, the sunset cast them in a favorable glow and 
called
his attention to the creaminess of her cheeks and the gentle curve of her
mouth. "Not much farther," he whispered a hairsbreadth above her lips and
squeezed the fatty flesh of her breast tenderly.

"I'm already there," moaned Bonnie as she lowered his hand until his thumb
caressed the distended nubbin. She dropped her free hand to the spot above
his kneecap and curled the short, dark blonde hairs around her fingertips.
They trailed along the outside of his thigh, under the edge of his plaid and
halted when they touched his trews. She mewed her disappointment and raised
her hand to his densely covered forearm, plucking at the silky pelt. Her
fingers stilled as the enormous, stone keep cropped up in front of them and
more of the MacDiarvishes greeted the returning party. Quite a few comely
women cast their lovely smiles at Ramsey and he nodded back politely,
surreptitiously easing his hand from underneath Bonnie's shirt. "Which one 
is
she?" she asked in a whisper.

"Who?"

"Your wife."

"I'm not married."

"Girlfriend? Mistress? Lover?" He told her no with a shake of his blonde 
head
and she hissed, "Boyfriend?" That one forced a chuckle out from deep in his
throat.

"There's no one in the clan of either gender that I've bedded."

"Don't tell me none of the ladies vying for your attention never offered."

"Plenty of times but I hadn't figured out how to explain my circumcision," 
he
replied. "We have to part company now, Bonnie. I'll leave you with the women
while I find Maudie and get her to see to my wound." He stopped the pony,
slid off the animal's back and helped Bonnie to dismount so she stood beside
him. "You'll be fine, I know it." Capturing her face with his callused 
palms,
he lowered his firm mouth and brushed it against her lips. Ram tried to 
shift
away but she followed, impulsively draping her arms along his narrow hips 
and
squeezing his blue- and green-checked rear. The gesture brought a roar from
the men and sighs from the women surrounding them.

She drew back slightly, her warm breath fanning over his lips as she said
huskily, "Mine." Mumbling in Gaelic, he crushed their mouths together and
felt her surrender as she sagged against him. She grabbed handfuls of his
plaid at his waist, accidentally chafing his wound and he pulled back
quickly. "Sorry, Ramsey," Bonnie mumbled and let go. "Take care of yourself
first. I'm not leaving any time soon." He lifted one corner of his mouth in 
a
smile and spoke to a couple women about securing Bonnie in his chambers.

                *               *               *

With hand gestures and loud voices, the ladies Ram asked to help Bonnie
conveyed their messages of drawing a bath and getting her to change clothes.
The large, copper basin was hauled into the chamber and placed before a
roaring fire. Steam from the hot water filled the air as she sank down into
the heated depths and began to bathe. The soap was harsh against her skin, 
so
she washed her body quickly and worked a bit of lather up to shampoo her
hair. Once clean, Bonnie stepped out of the portable tub and dried herself
with a scrap of linen. She rubbed the soaked cloth furiously against her
scalp and wondered what the women of this time did to dry their hair. There
was no one to ask as the two ladies had departed while she bathed, leaving
the filled tub behind. Bonnie walked around the room awestruck at the
primitive surroundings and spied a length of plaid similar to Ram's draped
negligently over the foot of the bed.

She had nothing else to cover her nakedness and picked up the woolly fabric,
wrapping it around her shoulders like a cape. A creak made her whip around
and she smiled as Ramsey entered the room holding his right side gently. "I
see you've taken the opportunity to bathe," he stated.

"How's your side?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"It hurts like the devil," he grunted and shuffled across the chamber to 
find
a seat on his straw-filled mattress. "You look verra bonny in the 
MacDiarvish
tartan. It brings out the blackness of your hair." She blushed and lowered
her face to stare at the rushes strewn upon the floor, wiggling her toes.

"Do you really think so?" she asked shyly, petting a hand at her damp
tresses.

"Aye, lass. I do," he answered with a thick burr. "Come to me and I'll show
you how to wear it properly." Her feet moved her body toward him willingly,
knowing the tartan had to be taken off in order to do so. The fingers
clutching the material at her throat loosened slightly and brought the plaid
down past her breasts. Standing right in front of Ram, Bonnie watched as he
reached out and tugged his clan colors out of her grip. Now she was totally
nude and crawled onto the bed beside him, running a hand along his chest and
praying he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her fingers trailed down to
his lap and discovered the answer to her prayer tented beneath his plaid. He
caught her hand and stroked it against himself, murmuring, "I dreamed about
this moment since I was a sophomore."

A seductive smile lit up her face and she hugged his turgid shaft with the
palm of her hand. "Let me make your dreams come true, Ramsey," she whispered
throatily, pushing her bust firmly against his chest. He unpinned the brooch
holding his tartan together at his left shoulder and slid the heavy material
off his sculpted torso. Bonnie eased both sets of fingers under the collar 
of
his tunic and ripped the linen apart, exposing his tanned, upper body to her
bright gaze. The whitened scar marking his right shoulder caused her to cry
out and she lowered her mouth to the puckered flesh, kissing it tenderly. 
His
muscles rippled at the touch and he shoved the waist of his trews down.
Bonnie fell back onto the bed, staring at the cock jutting out between his
thighs and sighing, "Wow. You're the one that's filled out, not me."

He fingered the wrapping hiding his new wound and said, "It's like this
because of you, Bonnie." Giggling behind a hand, she thanked him for the
romantic compliment and asked about the bandage encircling his ribs. "Maudie
did a fine job but insisted on adding a poultice when she found out I'd
brought a pretty lass with me to the keep. I'm sore, so you'll have to be
verra gentle." Ram approached his bed with a cat-like grace and slithered 
his
full length on top of her voluptuous form. He captured her lips with a kiss,
slipping his tongue inside her warm cavern as she opened her mouth
invitingly. Bonnie squirmed beneath his wonderful, heavier weight and felt
the incessant probing against her heated slit, thrusting her hips and
intussuscepting his prick inside her wet quim.

She arched her neck as Ramsey rained kisses along the creamy skin, shifting
downward and latching onto a pebbled nipple. He fucked her lazily as he
nursed the nubbin with pursed lips, being careful of the soreness across his
ribcage. Her pussy wasn't as tight as he hoped when she accepted his 
invasion
but it clenched and milked the length of his rod expertly. Pain from the
wound faded and he plunged his cock a little quicker and harder inside her
channel. Bonnie bucked up as he entered, unconsciously pressing her thighs
snugly along his sides and Ram groaned in pain. Reluctantly, he left her
breasts and pushed her knees wide apart and away from his injury. "Sorry, I
forgot," she muttered and feathered her fingers across his chest, pointing 
to
his older scar. "What happened?"

"Arrow through the shoulder," he grunted, tightening his hold under her
knees. "It's old and didn't hit anything vital. Can I ask you a personal
question?" She nodded. "How many before me?"

"Several. Does that bother you?" Her hands shifted to play with the braids
along his temples.

"A little," Ram replied, slacking his tempo off. "I've got to stop. My side
is beginning to ache something fierce." He pulled his cock from between her
legs and curled up beside her on his left side. Bonnie snuggled against his
strong chest, looking up into his rugged face and brushing the light hairs
away from his forehead. He said, "Why don't we get under the blankets and
I'll tell you how I traveled through time."

"All right," she answered. Once ensconced under the woolen covers, Ram drew
her firmly against his unhurt side and felt her tangle her coltish legs with
his.

"A couple years after graduation, I decided to stay with my grandparents for
the summer," Ramsey began. "I needed to get away from Breckenridge for a
while, you know, clear my head and work on a fresh start in life. Their
little acreage in Indiana seemed like the right place to do it. I could 
build
up my muscles and stamina detassling corn and talk things out with Grandpa
Edward."

"What kind of things?" Bonnie asked quietly, almost afraid of his answer.

"The usual stuff - girls, work, college. Mom wanted me to go to university
and Dad thought I should find a job and work in the real world. But neither
one felt right to me. So, off I went to see my dad's folks and get their
opinion. Grandpa and I were out in the fields. It was early morning and the
sun was just starting to come up which got me to thinking about you. The
pinks and reds reminded me of how you'd blush when I'd catch you looking at
me." Ram ran a fingertip along one of her cheeks. "Just like now." He bent
his head and kissed her chastely on the lips, breaking away when she nudged
him back.

"You were-you were the only guy in school I didn't catch staring at my 
tits,"
she explained. "Even the teachers were gawking at me. It was hard being the
first girl to get boobs, knowing all the boys thought I was easy. You always
looked at my face. I never figured out why and it scared me." Bonnie sat up,
holding the covers against her chin. Her gaze narrowed. "Why? Why my face 
and
not my boobs?"

"Sisters," he answered easily. "I have an older sister, Candace, and she
developed early, too. She came home from school crying nearly every day and 
I
finally got the nerve to ask her what was wrong. She told me that the boys
kept chasing her during recess, trying to cop a feel. I didn't quite
understand what she meant because I was ten but I knew she was upset. I
remember she grabbed me by the shoulders and told me a girl isn't her body
and if I found one I liked, I should look her in the face. Well, I still 
felt
girls were yucky, cootie carriers and just nodded. She let me go and that 
was
that, until I saw you in gym class." He tweaked her nose gently and a tiny
smile quirked her mouth. "Yes, I noticed your chest first thing but the way
you hunched your shoulders and folded your arms over your breasts made me
think of Candace, of what she said to me."

They gazed at each other silently for several moments. Ramsey gave himself a
shake and resumed his story. "Sunrise. The morning air was cool and brisk 
and
the corn stalks rustled in the breeze. I started working my row alongside
Grandpa when he stopped me with a hand on my arm. 'It's time you learned 
your
family history, Ram,' he said. I frowned at him, wondering what else there
was to know. 'You need to live with the clan for a while, boy. The past can
help you decide your future.' 'What are you talking about?' I asked him. He
ignored my question, pushing me back into the rows of corn with a hard 
shove.
I yelled out, demanding to know why he pushed me and landed on my ass in a
field of blooming heather. There wasn't any strange feelings or anything. I
just fell back into the past, right outside this castle."

"That's sort of what happened to me," Bonnie whispered. "I was trying to get
a hold of you about coming to the class reunion and your parents told me to
talk to your grandparents. So, I flew out to Indiana, rented a car and drove
out to where they lived. Your grandfather took me out into the fields. I 
kept
asking where you were but all he said was, 'Run, lassie! Run and find him!'
He waved this big Bowie knife at me and-" She burst into tears, throwing
herself hard into his embrace and sobbing against his broad chest. "I ran
away. I was so scared. I thought-I thought he'd gone off the deep end and
would kill me!"

Ram stroked her baby fine hair soothingly and whispered words of comfort.
"Shh love, you're safe now. I'm here, Bonnie, I'm here." The pads of his
thumbs wiped at her tears and he brushed his lips at the corner of her 
mouth.
The kiss began as a solacing gesture but she turned her face toward him with
her lips slightly agape. When they met, her tongue darted out and flickered
against his bottom lip, making Ram forget himself. He rolled her onto her
back and wedged a thickly muscled thigh between her legs, deepening the 
kiss.
She rubbed her padded mons wantonly along his thigh and mewed softly at the
pleasing friction of his sharp hairs against her heated core. Leaving
Bonnie's pliable mouth, he licked and nipped his way across her throat down
to her large breasts. The turgid peaks begged him to suckle and bite them,
which he did and heard her whimpers of delight.

                *               *               *

Bonnie woke suddenly and stared around at the room she slept in. The room
Mrs. MacDiarvish, Ramsey's grandmother, had shown her the evening before. 
Her
mind raced in circles, questions overlapping each other. What happened? Did 
I
travel in time? Where was Ramsey? Was it all a dream? Bonnie threw back the
light blanket and sheet and discovered she was nude. Bruises marred the
whiteness of her bosom. She gawked at the purplish hickeys covering both
breasts and she touched her lips. They felt swollen from kisses and she 
could
still taste Ramsey on her tongue. Hugging herself, she curled up into a 
tight
ball and started shaking, thinking how real everything felt - Ramsey holding
her, touching her, loving her. "It happened, all of it," she whispered to
herself. "Dream lovers don't leave hickeys when you wake up."

The door opened and she turned. Ramsey's grandmother stood in the doorway.
"Oh Bonnie. You're back." She bustled into the room with a stack of clothes
in her wrinkled hands. "I brought you something to wear, in case-" Bonnie 
saw
where the old woman's eyes looked - the bruises across her chest - blushed
and quickly tugged the sheet up to hid her nudity.

"So I did go back in time?" Bonnie asked huskily.

Mrs. MacDiarvish nodded and seated herself upon the edge of the mattress.
"Aye you did, lassie. It's the way of the men of Clan MacDiarvish to find
their true love."

"But-"

"Never you mind," Mrs. MacDiarvish said and patted the young woman's arm.
"Get dressed. Edward should be bringing Ram home soon and I'll need your 
help
in the kitchen." She stood up slowly and laid the clothing on her vacated
seat, shutting the door quietly behind her. Bonnie fell back against the
pillow with a groan, then shot straight off the bed. Ramsey had returned as
well. She hopped up and grabbed the clothes, dressing speedily into freshly
laundered jeans and blouse. A rumbling interrupted her and she rushed to a
window to see a battered green pick-up pull in beside the house. The doors
opened as Edward and his grandson exited the vehicle. Ramsey looked the same
but different with short-cropped hair and wore new jeans and a tight, cotton
T-shirt.

Bonnie couldn't hold back her excitement. She zipped up her pants and ran
down the stairs, bursting onto the screened porch as Ram walked up the 
steps.
She knocked the bags from his arms as she hurdled into his embrace and 
rained
kisses across his jaw. "You're back! Oh Ramsey! I was so afraid when I woke
up and found myself back in the future!" she cried between kisses. Touching 
a
finger at each temple, she said, "You cut your hair."

Edward pushed at Ram's back, grumbling, "Will you two find another place to
do your sparking? Annie's waiting for these string beans."

"Sorry, Grandpa," Ram apologized and stepped off to one side of the porch.
The old man went inside the house, carrying a large bag of fresh-picked 
beans
for his wife. Ram guided Bonnie over to the swing and the couple sat down. 
He
tugged Bonnie onto his lap and tucked her long legs across the seat, saying,
"I hope you weren't too scared when you woke up."

"Was I ever! First, I thought maybe it was a dream but I noticed the hickeys
on my chest and I hoped you had come with me." She hugged him hard.

"Grandpa kinda told me what happened," Ram said. "It's like a test to see if
the love you feel can stand the test of time. MacDiarvish men have been 
doing
for centuries, either go back or forward in time to find their brides.
Grandpa wouldn't tell me how it works, just that it's something he as the
eldest MacDiarvish can do. He and Grandma were worried since I'd been gone
for five years. Then you showed up." He caught her cheeks and frenched her
lustily. She squirmed against his lap, digging her nails into the back of 
his
shirt and returning the kiss feverishly. Breaking away, he whispered, "Let's
go out to the barn."

"Race you!" Bonnie shouted, leaping off the swing and running through the
door. She heard his pounding footsteps chasing her as they ran all out 
toward
the red-painted building. He grabbed her around the waist, held her and
opened the barn doors with a mighty shove. The only light came from behind
them as Ram carried her inside and pushed her against the nearest wall. He
tore open her blouse, the buttons scattered across the hay-covered floor and
he jerked it down her arms.

She was braless, he discovered and a wicked grin creased his face as he
reached up, pinching the hard nipples just this side of pleasure. She moaned
and thrust her chest out. "Strip," he purred, feeling the pressure of his
erection tenting his fly and watching her fingers fumble with the tab of her
zipper. "You want me, don't you Bonnie? Fucking your hot cunt with my cock?"

"Jesus, yes!" she replied and forcefully shoved her jeans over her hips. He
stepped on the wadded fabric and she kicked her legs free. He released her
nipples, grabbed her knees and hoisted her slender thighs around his waist,
stroking his denim crotch along her wet slit. "You didn't talk like this
before," Bonnie whispered and rocked herself against him.

"You're mine and I'll talk any damned way I want. I've had to wait thirteen
years to get you in my arms." Ramsey buried his mouth at the side of her
throat and sank his teeth into the sinews, leaving another darkening bruise.
He kissed his way up to her ear and breathed hotly, "Do you mind?"

Fisting his short hairs firmly, she growled, "Shut up and fuck me, Ram. I
want that hot piece of meat inside me again."

"Think you can handle it, love? I'm all healed, so I'm gonna fuck you 'til
the cows come home." He nipped at the fleshy earlobe and tugged on it
lightly. "Up against the wall with the rough wood digging into your tender
ass? Perhaps I'll flip you over and take you from behind, those huge tits 
and
nipples mashing into the bare planks while I plow you." He heard the sharp
intake of breath and felt her thighs squeezing his ribcage. Snaking a hand 
to
his fly, he undid the top button and pulled the zipper down. The brass teeth
chafed her swollen nether lips as he continued stroking his groin against 
her
and slid three fingers up her pussy. "Naughty Bonnie," Ramsey murmured,
thrusting his digits in and out of the slick hole as he spoke. "You get off
when I talk dirty, telling you exactly what I plan to do with your luscious
body. Don't you?"

"God, I do! I really do!" She pressed her mouth along his jaw. "I love how
you make me feel like such a slut for wanting you. I wish I'd had the guts 
to
ask you out. You scared me in school cause you always looked at my face. I
used to fantasize that you peeped in my bedroom windows and watched me when 
I
played with myself and you would stare at my face as I came."

Ramsey quit finger banging her, totally dumbfounded at the confession. "You
did?"

"Don't stop!" she yelled and bucked her crotch furiously along the rough
zipper. He resumed thrusting his fingers up her dripping snatch, blown away
by what she'd said. "I had our relationship thought out, if we ever dated.
You were such a geek and I figured you'd have this massive cock, you know,
nice and thick and ten inches long. And we'd being going together and you'd
insist I wear tiny skirts and little-bitty shirts and no bra or panties
everywhere, just in case you felt like fucking me. You didn't want anything
to get in way. You liked the fact the boys at school could see my big tits
because you knew you were only one to play with them, sucking and biting my
fat nipples. That's why I hated you looking at my face, like you could read
my mind and knew about my little fantasy." Her body tensed up and her mouth
went slack as an orgasm flowed through her muscles, the honey gushing from
her cunt and spilling over his hand.

It seemed only fair to Ram, since Bonnie had confessed her delightful 
fantasy
to confess his. He rubbed his soaked hand across her mound, teasing her clit
as he whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for saying all that but I feel the
need to reciprocate. I always looked at your face because I wanted your hot
mouth on my cock, watching those wonderful lips swallowing my shaft to my
balls. In trig class, especially when Mr. Martin was droning on about Venn
diagrams and shit. We sat at long tables and you sat next me, thanks to the
alphabet. You'd nudge my legs with yours, give me this sweet, sexy smile and
duck under the table. You'd get my cock out and start licking the head,
always looking up in my eyes as you'd deep throat me. I was wet with your
spit when you'd pull me out, then lift up your shirt and rub my slick cock
between your tits and I'd come right then. You'd massage my cum all over 
your
breasts and they'd get bigger, as if it was this magic cream or something."

Bonnie quietly climaxed a second time and came down from nature's high with 
a
sigh. "Damn, we were two, horny teenagers, weren't we? Was there anything we
didn't think about doing to each other?"

"Follow me up to the hayloft. We can get naked and talk some more," he told
her, lowering her shaky legs and lapping away the honeyed fluids coating his
hand. She giggled, knowing there'd be more than just talk and picked up her
discarded jeans. Ramsey led the way, walking across the large barn to a
rickety looking ladder. "You go first and I'll catch you if you fall." 
Bonnie
rolled her eyes and took a step, planting her right foot onto the bottom
rung. He playfully tweaked her bottom and she scurried up the ladder into 
the
loft, laughing girlishly. He came up a second after she did and hunched his
shoulders. "This used to be bigger when I was a kid. I guess I grew up." 
They
found a nice pile of hay in the middle, undressed completely and snuggled
into each other's arms.

She noticed the pink scar crossing his upper abdomen and commented, "This 
was
the injury you got when we were in Scotland."

"Uh-huh," he replied and brought her hand to the healed flesh. "Like I said,
I'm healed. Branding makes it look worse than it is."

"Branding?" she gasped.

"Relax, love. It had to be done to keep it from getting infected. Penicillin
wasn't discovered until the 1950s." He drew her right leg over his hip and
pillowed her head with his right arm. "We were going to talk about the other
fantasies we had, right?"

"Oh yeah." Bonnie slithered her ample bosom against his pectorals. "But I 
can
tell you better if you put your hot prick inside me." Ram smiled and wormed 
a
hand between their bodies, finding her damp hole and slipping his rampant
manhood in fully. She cooed happily at the cock filling her and rolled over
so she sat astride, dragging his hands to her breasts. "I stole your junior
yearbook picture from the journalism office."

"So that's where it went. I wondered if they'd lost it when Bill Halen had 
to
take another one," he said and did a fillip across the tips of her breasts.
"May I inquire what you did with my picture?"

"I kept it in the drawer of the nightstand by my bed and when I felt like
being really bad, I'd rub your face over my nipples and my pussy. It didn't
last very long. The paper got soaked with my cum and was ruined. Miss Green
locked up the office after the first time so I couldn't get in and steal a
second one." She rocked back and forth on top of him while she spoke, his
hard cock touching every inch of cuntwall. "You looked totally hot that year
and I couldn't resist. Am I sick, or what?"

"No," he told her softly. "My turn. Remember when the breakers went out in
'87 and the whole school blacked out?"

"Mmm, keep tweaking my nips. It feels great," she sighed, resting her hands
on his shoulders and slowly bouncing up and down.

Pinching and twisting the fat nubbins, he murmured lazily, "I was following
you to history class when it happened. You stopped and leaned against the
hall wall, waiting for the power to come back on. It was dark and there were
no windows close by, so I seized the moment and snuck up on you. I just 
stood
behind you, smelling your hair and trying to work up the nerve to wrap my
arms around you."

"I knew there was somebody but I couldn't see you!"

"I got a lot of great jacking off sessions from that," he said, gazing at 
the
twin mounds jiggling under his hands. "I should have grabbed you and shoved
your face against the wall. I wanted to cover your mouth with a hand, 
squeeze
your tits with the other and stroke myself off along the crack of your ass. 
I
wanted to so bad, I had to run to the bathroom and wank off before people 
saw
the bulge in my pants." Tenderly, Ram eased Bonnie off his cock and
maneuvered her onto her hands and knees, then grabbed her fleshy hips and
buried himself quickly up her cunt. "I bet you would've liked it. I bet you
would've dropped your pants and panties and let me fuck you right there in
the hallway. You would've been sopping wet with cum and begging for it,
wouldn't you?" He plowed her juicy slit savagely, getting hotter and hotter
at his own made-up story. "Answer me, Bonnie," he growled menacingly. "Would
you have begged me to fuck you?"

Tossing her mane of black hair, she panted, "Yes, yes! I want you to fuck 
me,
Ramsey! I want to show you how much of slut I am for you!"

"How? Show me how," he grunted, twisting the long, silkiness of her hair
around his beefy fists. "Tell me how, love."

"I-I can't! Oh God, I'm there!" she shouted to the world and thrust her ass
backward like an animal, arching her back so high her face was buried in the
hay beneath them. Her pussy strangled his cock in a death grip as she
stiffened and he continued to fuck her with fast, penetrating strokes until
he erupted a large load of semen inside the quivering channel.

                *               *               *

"Mr. MacDiarvish!"

"What?"

"Mr. MacDiarvish, do you know the answer?" Mr. Martin tapped his stubby 
chalk
against the blackboard along side the trigonometry problem. Ramsey felt the
person next to him nudge his leg and he glanced over. The girl drummed her
pencil on top of her notebook.

"Seventy-five," Ram blurted out.

The teacher nodded with approval. "Very good. It seems you are paying
attention." He droned out the next problem while Ram shook himself. That was
one hell of a daydream about Bonnie Matthews. He peeked over at her,
wondering if she had any idea what he'd been thinking. Christ, she was
beautiful! Long black hair, big blue eyes, milky-white skin and the biggest
pair of tits he'd ever seen close up. He carried a torch for her since they
were freshmen and she'd only gotten prettier over the last two years. He 
felt
something brush his knee and he glanced down, seeing the folded paper in her
hand. He reached out and held her hand briefly before taking the note. The
bell rang, startling him. He gathered his books, crumpled the note in his
right hand and trailed after the rest of the class out of the classroom.

School was done for the day and Ramsey rushed to his locker, tossing his
books inside. He checked to see if anyone was watching him. They weren't, so
he unfolded the note Bonnie passed him and read: 'Will you go to the movies
with me tonight? I'll wait by the music room after school. Bonnie.' "YES!" 
he
yelled with glee and hit his locker door shut. The music room wasn't too far
from the main school entrance and it took him a while to sift through the
crowds of kids eager to leave. Bonnie stood by the music door, waiting for
Ramsey. He waited for a group of seniors to walk by before finally getting 
to
Bonnie.

"Hi," she said and smiled shyly.

"Um, what's playing?" he asked, attempting to look at her face and not those
bouncy tits of hers.

Her blue eyes stared into his brown ones and a pink flush crept across her
cheeks. Ram had this quick flash of watching her through a window as she
touched herself Down There, her face slack with pleasure. "Some comedy, I
think," she replied, shifting her books up and hiding her chest. "We don't
have to go..."

"I want to," he said and touched her arm. "Nobody watches the movie anyway."

"OH!" The books slipped from her grip and tumbled to the floor. They bent
down and picked them up, their hands occasionally brushing against each
other. She smiled again as he handed her her trig book. "Thank you."

"No prob, and thanks for helping me out with that answer."

"It's okay." They stood there for a long time, Bonnie trying to hide her
boobs and Ramsey trying not to look at them. "Do you need a ride home?"

"Aw crap! I missed my bus," he muttered. "I guess I do."

"You live on Hawthorne Court, right?" she asked, motioning him to walk with
her outside.

"Uh-huh." They went out the doors and strolled to the parking lot. Her car
was the only one left and parked clear at the back. "Bonnie?" he asked,
tugging on her shoulder and stopping their progress. She looked at him
expectantly and he stuttered, "Can I-Would you-" He reached up to her face
and kissed her closed lips softly, praying she wouldn't slap him. For a
second or two, she just stood there, not doing anything and then she dropped
her books again. They hit his feet and he kicked them away as she leaned 
into
his body with a moan. Man, she was a great kisser. Her mouth opened a little
and allowed him to slip his tongue inside the moist cavern. The tips of her
breasts poked hard into his chest and Ramsey slowly shifted his left hand
down, cupping the massive globe and waiting for Bonnie to hit him for doing
so.

Abruptly, she ended the kiss and backed away. The hand holding her breast
fell to his side and he shut his eyes, anticipating the slap across his 
face.
It didn't come. He opened his eyes and glanced up at her heaving chest. "I
better get you home, Ramsey," she breathed, gathering her books and running
toward her car. He ran after her and hopped in the passenger's side, 
prepared
to make amends for groping her.

"Bonnie, I-I'm sorry for touching you like that," he said quickly and 
tousled
his blonde hair.

"It's okay. I should apologize for leading you on."

"Excuse me?"

"You-you make me go haywire!" she growled and hit the steering wheel 
angrily.
"When you get close to me, I can't think about anything except-" She cranked
the engine and pulled out of the parking lot abruptly. They drove in silence
across town until she pulled up next to the curb in front of his house. Ram
reached for the handle but Bonnie stopped him, blurting out, "You make me
want to be your whore." His mouth dropped open in shock as she crawled onto
his lap and whispered in his ear, "There's something about you that makes me
want to have sex with you no matter where we are." All he could think about
was how great she felt sitting across his thighs, her breath teasing his ear
canal as she admitted her emotions.

Ramsey embraced her lightly, splaying his fingers along the small of her
back. He thought about his mom and dad still at their jobs, Candace away at
university and Delia at volleyball practice. No one was home. He could ask
Bonnie to come inside, offer her a Coke and maybe put the moves on her.
Swallowing his fear, he invited, "Do you want to come in the house? My folks
and Delia aren't home yet, so we would have some privacy." He cringed when 
he
realized it sounded like he wanted to get serious, which he did but didn't
have the balls to say so out loud.

She started to move and he reflexively tightened his arms around her body. 
"I
just was gonna get the keys," she informed him, smiling a bit. He chuckled 
to
hide his embarrassment as she tugged the keys from the ignition and opened
his door. Bonnie got out first, swiveling her butt against his crotch as she
moved and Ram quickly followed. He escorted the girl of his dreams through
the front door and led her into the living room, asking if she wanted
something to drink. "No, I'm not thirsty." They sat down on the couch with 
an
empty cushion between them and Ram was at a loss of what to do now. He 
peeked
over at her through his lashes, wondering if he should scoot over beside 
her.
Her voice was low as she asked, "What were you thinking about in trig 
class?"
He felt his face grow hot at the memory and coughed. "Was it something
dirty?" Bonnie whispered, tossing her hair over a shoulder and shifting onto
the cushion next to him. "Were you thinking about me?"

Her closeness nudged him over the edge. He whirled around and pulled her 
onto
his lap, his left thumb brushing along her pink lips. "You have the most
wonderful mouth," he whispered and crushed her busty form in his arms,
kissing her hard. The palms of her hands flattened against his chest, 
roaming
upward to cradle his neck. She parted her lips and licked at the seam of his
mouth. He let her in, their tongues wrestling and tasting each other as they
kissed. Ram decided to take a chance and slid a hand down to touch Bonnie's
knee, then slowly worked it to the apex of her thighs and stroked at the
thick, denim seam running along her crotch. Groaning, she spread her legs
apart and he rubbed a couple fingers ploddingly over her damp heat, feeling
her arch upon his digits. She broke off and panted for air.

"I think...we should go into...your room...Ramsey," she gasped, desperate to
have him touch her naked skin.

"Yeah, yeah okay," he replied and gave her a hand up. He saw her squeeze his
fingers tightly and she walked behind him as they went upstairs to the 
second
floor where his bedroom was located. He pushed the door shut after them and
swept a pile of laundry off his bed so Bonnie could sit down. He watched in
fascination as she took her shirt off and showed him what every guy in 
school
was dying to see. Her breasts looked larger held in and up by a white cotton
bra and the nipples jutted out noticeably under the thick material. "Fair is
fair," he said and tugged his T-shirt over his head, then sat on the bed,
too. "Now where were we?" he muttered, wrapping his left arm around her bare
shoulders and leaning in for more kissing. Her skin was warm and satiny
smooth under his hand as he caressed her back, cupping her denim clad mound
with his right hand.

Unresisting, Bonnie fell back onto the firm mattress while Ram assaulted her
lips and throat with potent kisses. His dry mouth roved across the wide,
expanse of her exposed cleavage and delved his tongue into the narrow 
valley.
The weight of his arousal pressed against her. She wriggled beneath his 
body,
trailing the tips of her fingers along his spine and breathing heavily. It
felt so nice to have him on top, kissing and touching her like he was that
she was ready to explode. Pushing him away, Bonnie sat up, unhooked the
clasps of her brassiere, kicked her shoes off and removed her jeans and
undies. She lay back down and glanced over at Ramsey, seeing the way his 
deep
brown eyes gazed along her nakedness. The way he looked at her made her
instantly shy and she tried to cover herself but he stopped her by holding
her hands with his. "Don't hide, Bonnie," he said softly. "And thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me see you naked." He crawled off the bed and stood up, tugging
the tab of his zipper down and stripping his jeans and jockeys away. His 
cock
bobbed in the air, long, hard and thick.

"Can I touch it?" she asked. He nodded and she reached out, encircling his
width with one set of fingers and pumping the shaft a little. She brought 
her
legs over the edge in front of him, saying with awe, "It's so hard...and 
soft
at the same time. Would it be okay if I kissed it?" She didn't wait for his
answer, bending her face down and brushing the velvet cap with her puckered
mouth. His musky scent wafted under her nose. She dreamily wondered how he
would taste on her tongue and lapped the muscle's tip at the glistening 
hole.

"Bonnie...oh, Bonnie, yesss," Ram hissed under his breath, seizing fistfuls
of her black hair and pushing his rock hardness into her mouth. She let him
do it and gagged when the end of his cock hit the back of her throat. He
pulled back, then shoved forward again and repeated his motions until she
caught onto what he wanted. She sucked and swallowed the saliva building up
around his shaft and listened to him moan about what a good cocksucker she
was. She knew she ought to feel offended at his words but they only turned
her on more and made her insides all mushy. This was the first dick she'd
seen, let alone taken in her mouth, and probably Ramsey's first blowjob.
Bonnie cupped the globes of his ass and kneaded them as she sucked him off,
feeling the muscles tense and tighten. 'What do I do when he cums?' she
thought wildly, then felt the first drops of semen touch her tongue. "I'm
cumming, Bon!" he shouted to her and drove himself deep, blocking her
esophagus with his cockhead. He dug his fingers painfully into her scalp as
he ejaculated and told her to show him how slutty she was and drink it all.

Not that Bonnie had a choice. It was either swallow or drown but the harsh
tone of his voice made her want to drink his cum. Some of it oozed out
between her lips as she worked her throat muscles. Once he finished shooting
his load, Ramsey pulled out and wiped the clotted fluid away from the 
corners
of her mouth, painting her lips with his sticky juices. Both stared at his
still hard prick. Bonnie scooted farther onto the bed so Ram could lie down
and she dragged him on top of her. "I don't have any rubbers," he whispered.

"Mom put me on Norplant," she replied and showed him the inside of her upper
arm. "You can't see them but they're there. Go ahead." He touched the white
flesh with a thumb and felt the ridges of the birth control tubes just under
her skin. "I should be safe but if you'd rather wait and use a rubber, too, 
I
understand. You can't be too careful these days."

"Have you," Ramsey swallowed the lump in his throat. "Have you been with
other guys before?"

She shook her head side-to-side. "No. You're my first," and she flushed.

"Mine, too," he whispered back and grinned at her. "But don't worry. I know
what I'm supposed to do." She giggled and draped her arms around his neck.
"Do you want to do it now or wait until after I can get some protection?
Remember, you're the one who has to carry the baby."

"Well thanks!" she groaned and made a face. They laughed together for a few
moments, then she said, "I want to now. The Norplant's been in my system for
a year so it's fine."

"You're sure? It only takes one time to get pregnant."

"Ack! Sounds like *you're* the doubting Thomas!"

"Hey, I'm just covering all the bases! I'd hate for our first time together
to result in a baby!" He pecked a quick kiss on the end of her nose and sat
back on his haunches. "I know the ins and outs of birth control from my
sister Candace and Norplant is right below the Pill in prevention 
percentage.
I don't want you thinking I forced this on you or anything."

"Ramsey, you aren't," Bonnie sighed, rubbing her fingertips over his stomach
and grazing his cock as she shifted her attentions downward. "I can't wait 
to
see the guys faces at school Monday. They are going to be sooo jealous of
you!"

He grinned rakishly and rested the end of his cock against her wet slit.
"Mmm, yeah. I'll wait for you outside your classes, hold your hand, carry
your books and give you a wet tongue kiss to start your day. How does that
sound?"

"Perfect," she moaned and felt him begin to push inside.

"Is it okay?" he asked concerned. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

"Not yet. I sometimes use a vibrator when I play with myself and it feels
like that, only a lot better. You're bigger than it."

"That's nice to know," he muttered. She was really slick and he filled her
completely and easily, his nutsack nestling in the cleft of her asscheeks.
"Wow, you feel great, all hot and slippery around me," he whispered to her
and began stroking his prick in and out. Propping his weight on a forearm, 
he
palmed one breast and latched onto the other's dusky peak. She held his
blonde head firmly and urged him to pluck and nibble her nipples harder,
thrusting her hips in opposition to him. Biting down lightly with his
incisors, Ramsey rolled the fat nubbin between his sharp teeth, twisted the
right one with thumb and forefinger and speeded up fucking her sweet pussy.
He was getting fairly close to spilling his seed and he left her tits alone,
sliding his hands under her back and digging the fingers into the soft flesh
of her shoulders. With his face buried into the space where her shoulder and
neck met, he plowed her furrow faster and harder and barely heard the 
banging
of the headboard against the wall.

Bonnie brought her knees up under his armpits and scratched her blunt
fingernails feverishly across his back. Orgasm swept over her, making her
buck and thrash beneath him and her cunt walls spasmed around the cock
sheathed within them. Her voice was locked in her throat, so the only sounds
escaping were strangled whimpers. Ram wasn't so paralyzed and called out her
name while he stiffened, pumping loads of jackage deep in her channel. He
groaned, kissing his way up her neck to her pliable lips and thrusting his
tongue over her teeth. Drawing away slowly, he caught his breath and wiped
the sweat-soaked tendrils of hair from her forehead, saying, "Hoh man...you
were-we were-it was-..."

"Double for me," Bonnie panted and blew puffs of air across his damp face.
The couple cuddled in each other's embrace, exchanging playful kisses when
they heard the front door open and close. "Who is it?" she whispered.

Ramsey glanced at his bedside alarm clock and whispered back, "My dad. Mom
doesn't get home 'til after six and she picks up Delia." The steps creaked
and groaned as someone walked up them and continued down the hall, stopping
outside his shut door. He freed himself from between her thighs and rolled
off the bed, gesturing for her to get dressed.

Knock, knock. "Ram? Are you in there?"

"Yeah, Dad," he called out, jerking his jeans up and yanking the zipper.

"I saw the car parked in front of the house," his dad stated. Bonnie 
buttoned
the fly of her pants, tugged her shirt on and stuffed her bra and undies 
into
the side pockets.

"I got a ride home with my..." Ram darted his eyes to Bonnie as he spoke, 
"my
girlfriend cause I missed the bus."

"Well. Do you...need...anything?"

"Uh, no, Dad." He said under his breath, "Not anymore." Bonnie slapped a 
hand
over her mouth to muffle her giggles. 'I better go,' she mouthed silently 
and
gave him a peck on the cheek as she headed for the door. "Hang on, I'll walk
you out," he told her and twisted the doorknob, pulling it inward. They
confronted his father. "Dad, this is Bonnie Matthews." Ram held her hand as
he introduced her.

"Hi, Mr. MacDiarvish," she said, shielding her chest with her boyfriend's
arm.

"Nice to finally meet you, Bonnie," Mr. MacDiarvish stated with a slight
smile and shook her hand.

"Well, I should be going home," she said to the two men and literally ran
down the flight of stairs, not waiting for Ram to see her out. He shrugged
his shoulders at his dad and rushed after her. She was waiting for him on 
the
front stoop. "Sorry for just taking off like that but I was totally 
mortified
meeting your dad."

He plopped down beside her and looped an arm around her waist. "I 
understand.
I'd hate to run into your mom right after boinking her little girl." He made
her grin and she relaxed, leaning into his right side and resting her head 
on
his shoulder. "I don't think he'll talk to me or anything. He'll just make
sure there's a box of condoms on my dresser for next time you stop over." He
nuzzled the top of hair and tilted her chin up with a knuckle, placing a
gentle kiss upon her lips. They kissed for a long time until Bonnie tore her
mouth away.

"I really do hafta go, Ramsey. Mom'll be po'd if I don't have dinner started
when she gets home."

"Are we still on for the movies tonight?" he asked, standing up and giving
her a hand up as well. Seeing her nod, he walked her to her car and held the
door open for her to get in behind the wheel. A car turned onto the road.
"Ooo, it's Steve Whitver and Donna Rocquet," he said, raising a single
eyebrow in question.

"Go for it," Bonnie shot back with a wink. The red Mustang was closing in
fast and Ramsey stepped back a pace, letting Steve and Donna see his hands
reaching out and palming Bonnie's boobs. Ram hid the smile creasing his lips
against her neck as his girlfriend threw her arms back above her head and
thrust her chest out into his waiting grasp. Steve slowed way down, almost
parking in the middle of the street and gaped at the show he received. 
Bonnie
fluttered her lashes and managed a convincing moan of pleasure before 
saying,
"Hi Donna. Hi Steve." They just stared, their eyes locked on the hand
kneading the large breast and didn't reply. Donna looked away first and
smacked her boyfriend hard in the shoulder, angrily telling him to drive.
They left and Ram and Bonnie burst out laughing. "Did you see the looks on
their faces? Priceless! Monday is gonna be a *blast*!"

                *               *               *

"Mom, can I borrow your pink tank top?" Bonnie asked, poking her dark head 
in
her mother's bedroom doorway.

"I told you things would change," Sandy Matthews said to her daughter.
"Ramsey seems like a nice young man."

"He's more than nice, Mom," Bonnie sighed. "Ram is totally sweet. I think 
I'm
in love!"

Sandy pulled the aforementioned shirt from her dresser and handed it over,
pausing to tuck a lock of black hair behind Bonnie's ear. "I'm working a
double shift at the hospital tonight and I'll be home in the morning.
Remember it's a school night, so don't let Ramsey keep you up late, okay?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes Mom and thanks. I wasn't lying about being 
afraid."

"I know, sweetie. Now, is there anything else you want to raid from my
closet? My black spandex pants? The fringed buckskin chaps?" They shared a
laugh and Bonnie told her no. "Okay then. I'm going to get some more sleep.
I'll leave some money in case you two need something." She kissed her girl's
forehead motherly and urged her to hurry up or she'd be late for school.
Bonnie skipped back to her room to finish getting dressed, tugging on her
snuggest pair of jeans. She rarely wore anything other than the industrial,
full-figured bras but today, she picked out the creamy-colored brassiere her
mom ordered for her through a catalog. It was fairly skimpy compared to her
regular wear with lace edging along the cup tops and flexible underwires to
push her cleavage up and out. Ramsey would be drooling all over her when she
picked him up this morning.

She grabbed her books and strolled out to her reliable Toyota, then drove
over to the MacDiarvish house. Delia answered the door when Bonnie knocked
and whispered excitedly, "He's gonna give you his class ring!" They hugged
each other and squealed. Delia led her into the kitchen where her folks and
her older brother were eating breakfast. "Your girlfriend's here," Delia
teased Ram with a sly grin and sat down to finish her cereal.

"Hi Bonnie," Ram said, shoving his chair away from the table and walking 
over
to her side.

"Don't forget to be home by ten," his mom informed him. The pair of 
teenagers
rolled their eyes and left the kitchen holding hands. Once outside, he
stopped her on the front stoop.

"I've got something for you, Bon," he said shyly and dug a hand in his jeans
pocket, withdrawing a gold chain. "I figured more people would notice you
wearing my class ring if it was on a chain." She took the gift and reached
her arms behind her neck. Ramsey held her ponytail out of the way, his gaze
zeroing in on how nicely her bosom popped forward as she clasped the catch
shut. The silver ring rested lightly along the milky valley and Bonnie
touched it reverently.

"Thank you," she murmured, a rosy hue tinting her cheeks. He let go of her
hair and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her mouth
welcome.


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