Our protagonists in this naughty and yet sad tale are a boy and a girl. A simple tale to tell the truth: boy meets girl, boy secretly desires girl, girl leads boy on, and love soon grows—a simple part of the eternal circle of life—nothing more and nothing less, right?
Yet our story has complications. Our love needs to grow quickly and surreptitiously. It needs a shaded spot like a weed whose wayward seed, blown by the wind, has found a minute crack in the concrete. There is just the tiniest bit of water to help the fertile seed burst forth and seek the sun.
There is not enough soil or water to sustain our poor thirsty weed for long. Our little dandelion will struggle. The tiny flower that blooms will be beautiful, but short lived. So the love will necessarily be fleeting, just like the dandelion’s flower. Yet a tiny floret will be set forth and fertilize new life. So from the serendipitous chaos will emerge something unique and truly beautiful.
Our “girl” in this story—our “Juliette” if you will—is an unlikely paramour named Veronica Robinson. She is twenty-nine years old and married to a crude brute of a man named Carl. The husband is a rather unattractive character who drinks too much and beats his wife regularly. Ronnie is sexually unsatisfied and emotionally drained by the abusive relationship.
Our “boy” in the story—our “Romeo” if you will—is Veronica’s neighbour Robert Langham. Rob is only eighteen and has not only had his “number called” in the Vietnam draft, but he has now been selected for active duty. His young yet to be formed mind is roiled by dark images of the killing fields of Vietnam. In a few weeks he will be required by law to report for basic training.
First what about Robert, our somewhat immature and still virgin high school graduate and war draftee? Well he is your typical suburban American man-boy of the time. He did okay at school, did well in sports, but is a bit lost and has no idea what he “wants to do”. Young Robert thought of going to college, but then just didn’t. He reads J.D. Salinger and Ernest Hemingway and is much more of a timid “geek” than he is a jock.
Next we have Rob’s rather too-sexy “wife next door”, the very blonde and very beautiful Veronica Robinson—or “Ronnie” to all her close friends. Ronnie is every eighteen-year-old boy’s wet dream. Regarded as completely unattainable by the spying young horny teen next door, the sexy wife had become his masturbation obsession.
Ronnie is, however, a sexually unsatisfied stay-at home wife. She is burdened with a husband who has no clue how to satisfy his smart, curious and intellectually superior wife. This threatens Carl’s buffoon-like sense of masculine identity, so he has retreated into alcohol, football, TV and illicit affairs with much less attractive work colleagues.
Our pair of would-be lovers serendipitously met on a sunny summer day. Rob, his mind troubled by the impending call-up to active service, decided to mow his lawn to distract himself from the looming dark clouds. With a drifting absent-minded brain the wild racket of the Lawn Boy mower was tonic for his soul as was the monotony of one row after another.
On that particular blistering hot southern California day the sexy blonde next door was conveniently laid out on a pink plastic sun chair. Clad in only a skimpy black bikini the horny young teen could not restrain his temptation to “look”. His sexy neighbour’s hair was in a mid-length “flip curl” coif, one of the fashions of the time. As Ronnie baked her self in the glaring sun Rob would crane his neck for surreptitious lascivious glances.
Taking in the swells and curves of his neighbour’s sexually ripe body was arousing. One ogle was followed by a second as his sexual interest rose. Rob didn’t think she noticed him gawking as she was distracted by reading her book. Rob was equally certain this gorgeous creature had no idea that sometimes he retreated to his room and whacked-off to the image of her naked body.
The novel Ronnie was reading was the popular “The French Lieutenant’s Woman” by John Fowles. Sub-consciously it may be that the “feminist” character of Sarah Woodruff was inspiring the abused and neglected suburban wife. Perhaps, who knows?
Could reading great books actually make a difference in a person’s life? The inventor of the iPad many decades later certainly thought so. Steve Jobs would choose to send his children to a private school named “The Waldorf School” in Los Altos where (“GASP”) they don’t allow any computers and children read actual physical three dimensional paper books—what a revolutionary concept!
Ronnie did not inhabit a Victorian life and she shared few similarities with Sarah Woodruff. Yet the strong independent leading lady in the novel made Veronica think about her self and the possibilities in life. Could you change your destiny? She was struggling desperately with the void of unhappiness wrapped about her like a black shawl of sadness.
The idea that an abandoned woman, an ignored woman, her husband gone adrift, could find happiness was a thought-provoking concept to Veronica. The character of “Tragedy” resonated deeply with Ronnie’s own inner void. She was now almost finished the novel, turning the last few pages in the sun. Ronnie had loved Thomas Hardy as a student and this book was just as good.
Nearing the end of Fowles amazing novel Ronnie was struck by its impact. The author had intervened and stepped onto the stage to address his readers. What a wild idea? He had then offered not one ending, but rather THREE possible endings. Was the reader supposed to choose? Could a reader choose? Didn’t the writer control the narrative? Each ending he offered was unsatisfying in its own way. Could you lie back and make up your own ending? The book made Ronnie wonder about all kinds of crazy new ideas.
This theory of multiple possible destinations for the same person made Veronica think: every life has hundreds of possible outcomes and no “ending” is pre-determined. Turn left instead of right. What if she had never met Carl? What if Patty hadn’t introduced them? The view that “it’s up to us to choose our path” had started to germinate in Ronnie’s mind. She hated her current path in life. That very afternoon a notion was sparked that maybe her path could change.
For young troubled Rob his neighbour Veronica had a striking resemblance to his favourite Playboy Bunny, a sex siren named Anne Randall. This serendipitous similarity caused Rob’s young brain to inflame with erotic images of the sexy wife next door. This in turn caused his cock to swell in his shorts and his head to turn several times as he tried to mow straight lines.
Rob had not thought about the “future” too much as Vietnam was his current pre-occupation. Much like the character Charles Smithson in the novel Veronica was devouring on her lawn chair a few feet away our young Rob was a virtual “orphan”. This meant our young man was often wistful and yearning for things that were absent in his life. Handsome young Rob had more voids than most of us to fill in his life.
Robert’s dad was an alcoholic and abusive father who paid as little attention to his only son as possible. His mother Colleen was weak and feeble and completely unequipped to handle her over-bearing husband. She had long ago called a “retreat” and withdrawn into a somewhat solitary existence. To get away she would run off to spend long periods of time with her sister. This would leave poor young Rob alone.
Many people in Rob’s neighbourhood worked for defence contractors. It was somewhat appropriate that Rob’s father had the job he did. As a completely insensitive man it seemed only apt that he was working on new delivery systems to deploy Napalm. The key apparently was to get better dispersant ratios, cover more people with the stuff.
For those unfamiliar with the times Napalm is a potent mixture of plastic polystyrene, hydrocarbon benzene, and gasoline. This mixture creates a jelly-like substance that, when ignited, sticks to practically anything and burns for up to ten minutes. The effects of napalm on the human body are unbearably painful and almost always cause death among its victims.
Water for example boils at 212°F. Napalm generates temperatures of 1,500°F to 2,200°F. Napalm was first used in flamethrowers for U.S. ground troops; they would use it to burn down sections of forest and bushes in the hopes of eliminating any enemy guerrilla fighters that might be hiding there.
Later on in the Vietnam War B-52 Bombers began dropping napalm “bombs” and other incendiary explosives. Air raids that used napalm were much more devastating than single flamethrowers. A single bomb was capable of destroying areas up to 2,500 square yards. Throughout the duration of the war from 1965 to 1973 over eight million tons of bombs were dropped on Vietnam. This was more than three times the amount of bombs used in WWII.
For any readers interested in garnering more details of the time please go back and read Parts I to III. Now we urgently need to return to Ronnie’s suburban bungalow bedroom.
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We rejoin our rather sweaty and aroused couple with the straying young wife Ronnie, her body spread across her bed, her blonde hair asunder, her toned legs spread wide and her body recovering from the most amazing orgasm of her life. Young Rob’s tongue and fingers have amazingly administered this nearly perfect orgasm. One of Ronnie’s secret fantasies has now been fulfilled. She is panting for oxygen.
Young Rob has had his head pushed inch by inch down the seductive wife’s slim curvaceous body. With each inch his excitement rose. Finally at the penultimate moment his mouth was poised over her hips and pussy. With more encouragement and directions from the rather helpful older woman the nervous young man had hooked his fingers in the sides of her pale yellow panties and pulled them down off her legs.
Ronnie had used her hands as well as oft whispered instructions to guide her young earnest lover. Her “education” of Robert resulted in a fumbling, but incredibly successful, first attempt at oral sex. Rob had proven a quick study and his tongue had learned several successful techniques as Ronnie had experienced her first episode of a man eating her out.
Veronica’s first orgasm under the ministrations of her hunky young neighbor’s talented tongue was massive. Perhaps it was the taboo nature of the risqué tryst? Her body had shaken and she had cried out with unrestrained desperation and joy; more joy and happiness in fact than she could not have ever imagined. If sex was like this then Ronnie quickly decided she wanted MORE! Much more!
It was fortunate indeed that our young besotted Rob had earlier masturbated and had a “release” in the shower. Otherwise his young virgin penis would not have even lasted this long. Feeling the fertile body of the sexy wife he had secretly dreamed of explode under the influence of his mouth was mind-blowing. His cock throbbed and pulsed, but luckily his engorged rod did not self-detonate.
At first when Ronnie’s body had arched off the bed and she had screamed wildly to the ceiling it had terrified young Rob. Was he hurting her? Then he realized the intensity of what was charging through Ronnie’s hot sexy body. He doubled his efforts and lashed his tongue even faster. Veronica’s animal sounds made him keen to impale her sweet pussy with his cock.
Her orgasm from his tongue receding, Ronnie was now spread out on her bed sheet gasping for oxygen. Her face was wearing a big “oh my god” grin. Women who’ve experience similar orgasms will know that grin. Her smile widened and she opened her eyes a slit. Her arms were flopped helplessly to her sides. Her body was sated and empty, completely exhausted by the massive orgasmic explosion that had just sucked all power from her limbs.
Rob began to pull his own body slowly and carefully on top of hers. His hardness, still imprisoned in his white cotton briefs, pressed against her thigh as he settled against her heaving chest. Their joint warmth was a still simmering fire. The slick sheen of sex-sweat lubricated them and helped Rob slide easily over top of his new lover. He had a lot to learn and there has never been such an eager student.
Their eyes met unabashedly and linked in a deep connection, pale blue meeting rich hazel brown. It was the gaze of lovers enjoying their unhindered fusion. There was no need for inadequate devices such as spoken vowels or consonants—words would be superfluous baubles for such an intense moment. Why decorate or embellish that which was perfect?
Without asking Robert kissed her on the mouth. She would be his was the message of his plundering lip attack. This was no novice any longer. His kiss evoked soul-sucking passion; his mouth sucking down with male need and unbridled horny male desire. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth like a vacuum. This was the, “I want you completely” kiss of a man not about to be collared or held back.
Rob’s probing tongue invaded her mouth with no invitation this time. His mouth plundered hers with ever-rising passion, as she surrendered, no energy yet to reciprocate his adoration. And yet as a woman Veronica felt thrilled by her lover’s attack. Even had she been able, why offer any defense? It felt glorious to be kissed so deeply. To be wanted wantonly like this was heavenly. Rob was now taking the lead. He may not have known how to dance, but he somehow knew what to do now.
Under his rabid suckling kisses Ronnie whimpered and closed her eyes. Enveloped by darkness and a new young lover’s passion the long-ignored woman savored the moment. Then feeling some life return to her arms she moved her hands to his briefs and with some wiggling and struggling she managed to pull them off. Finally Rob’s throbbing eight-inches of hardness was free.
With completely instinctual moves they each maneuvered their bodies so Rob’s hard male body was resting between Ronnie’s wide spread legs. Whimpering softly she spread her legs as wide as possible. Her horniness was slowly returning and she reached her left hand down. Sliding her hand between their sweaty bodies she found his hardness and grasped it lightly in her slender hand.
Rob made some weak whimpering sounds of his own at her deft touch. Veronica carefully guided him and he lifted his hips to make it easier. Ronnie directed his steel-hard rod and its bulbous thick head to the slick wet entrance to her love tunnel. Rubbing his cock head on her entrance she arched her neck and moaned. When she rubbed Rob’s thick cockhead over her clit new sensations built. She smiled. Now she understood her body was cooperating and another orgasm would easily be possible. The sex-starved wife had no idea her body would be so responsive.
Getting her lover’s rod good and slick with her copious viscous sex juices Ronnie shifted her hips. Neither one spoke as both were too awkward and bashful. But her desire was intense so she positioned his cock at her opening. The bulbous purplish-red head was poised at her labia and she clenched her eyes shut.
Carl was pretty small so her pussy was still very tight for a married woman. Plus she hadn’t had sex for months and months so it wasn’t exactly like her pussy walls got stretched much. With the cock she hungered for now in position Ronnie moved her hands to cup Rob’s ass. The sex-hungry wife pushed down softly with her hands urging her young lover to enter, to take her as a woman, to join their bodies in a primordial dance of love.
At Ronnie’s gentle urging Rob shifted his hips tentatively and moved forward. He was afraid of hurting her and yet he was desperate to drive in with complete unrestrained lust. Young Rob held back since he was unsure of how a man should “make love” with a cock that wanted only to drive harder and harder? Wouldn’t it hurt a woman to do that he wondered?
“Oh god Rob…..”
Veronica gasped as his cock slid inside. With Rob slowly filling her cavity with his male hardness, a void not only physical, but also emotional, was being filled. Ronnie closed her eyes and let her arms wrap gently around his strong muscular torso. Then she squeezed and held him ever so tightly. She was afraid he might not be real. She squeezed to prove there was a real man in her arms. The deeper he drove the happier and more complete she felt as a woman.
The more experienced woman felt her young lover’s reluctance to thrust completely inside. Rob had paused half way. With subtle urging, a gentle press on his ass from her hands and softly whispered instructions, she urged him on.
“It’s okay darling…..go deeper….it’s okay….”
Her arms squeezed the reluctant Rob reassuringly. Her whispering lips were hot and moist on his ear. The husky loving whisper made his heart soar. To hear Veronica call him “darling” touched a raw nerve of lonely need in the troubled young man.
Inspired by the whisper he carefully advanced his hips and penetrated further into her warm and wet female emptiness. Her slick wet walls offered little resistance as her soaking pussy easily accommodated his large size. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, so Ronnie felt wonderful. Her vagina welcomed the pleasurable feeling of this much larger and more attentive cock into her tunnel of love.
Rob’s rich hazel eyes were now level with Ronnie’s light blue peepers. The unbelieving wife opened her eyes in wonder. Was this really happening? Rob’s hard muscular male body was resting on top of hers supported on his elbows. His hard thick cock was filling her vagina, completing her as a woman.
Lying on the bed Veronica’s pale blue eyes looked up clouded by so many questions and uncertainties—doubts not easily dispelled. How could this handsome young man want an older woman? She had a drunk, abusive husband. She would need to get a divorce. It would be a scandal. He was so young? He was so perfect?
In the midst of love-doubts Ronnie was starting to feel like damaged goods. She felt inadequate and this whole thing felt like it must be wrong. Rob had his whole life ahead of him. He would return from Vietnam. He would have his whole life to live. He would find a beautiful girl his own age. He would go to college and have children. What right did she have to take his love and ruin his life?
At that very moment young Rob looked down. His eyes looked deeply into her troubled mind. His gaze seemed to reach inside her soul. This man filling her with his engorged cock was no longer the timid man-boy of a few hours ago. Robert was becoming a full-fledged man. He stroked her hair tenderly and brushed a few strands from her face. His eyes glowed with lust and desire. She could see that he adored her.
In trying to deny her needs and desires she had been ignoring his. In retreating into her own confused and lonely soul, she had been oblivious to his happiness and joy. Her heart was pounding. Why was he looking at her so strangely? Why were his lips coming so close? The anxiety, the fears, the doubts, they all slipped away like a fog evaporated by the heat of the sun.
Veronica couldn’t hold her self back. She had been lonely and hurt for too long.
“Do you…..”
He shushed her gently with his finger. The tender look in his eyes spoke volumes. His lips pressed down and plundered her mouth once again. His hips thrust forward with a new confidence and she grunted into his mouth. Each of them exhaled at the same time, their breath mingling into a single gas. Robert thrust again harder and harder with each thrust. Oh god she felt so much like a woman. His tongue was filling her mouth and his cock was filling her pussy. Gasping for air he broke off the kiss.