Roseanna, by Ace, 2000
I can no longer keep the secret, and furthermore I don't see any
need to.
I want to tell the world, I want to tell everyone about Roseanna and
I.
Since I was six years old, Roseanna was my neighbor. Our two
families shared a duplex; Roseanna's rented from us.
When I was young, Roseanna's mother, Mary, used to babysit for me.
In practice, this meant that I stayed frequently in their house, and
Roseanna was my playmate.
Often I would just spend the night there when I was a child and my
parents had been out late. Even then, I think I was in love with
Roseanna.
When I was 10, there was a falling out between our families. I was
no longer allowed to stay over at Roseanna's place. Of course no one
could stop us from playing together during the day.
To this day, I have never figured out exactly what it was that
caused the animosity. But the way no one will tell me, I suppose it'
s some scandal. I suspect my dad and Mary might have had an affair.
My even wanted Roseanna's to move out, but my dad said
that would be unfair. As long as they could pay the rent, they
shouldn't be thrown out of their home.
My used to make nasty little comments about Roseanna and her
mother. She tried to discourage me from playing with Roseanna, and
I pretended to spend less time with her.
The reality was quite different.
There was a little door in my room that led to a loft over the
veranda that ran the length of our two houses. Mine was nailed
shut, but the one in Roseanna's room opened. I pried the little
door open to my room, so that Roseanna could sneak over to our house
to watch with me in my room in the evening.
We were only 10 years then, and we were completely innocent.
But we would lie together in my little bed until late at night, and
sometimes we would both fall asleep there.
When we were both 12, Roseanna's died. After that, she used
to sleep with me most nights. We weren't so anymore that we
didn't know that it was naughty for and to sleep
together. The thing was, Roseanna just couldn't sleep in her own
bed without having recurring nightmares. In my arms, she
could sleep fitfully.
This was not sexual. Not in the sense of having intercourse, in any
case. Roseanna needed love, comfort, reassurance.
We used to kiss each other good night, though, and we would sleep
naked.
Our relationship became more and more secret. Although we attended
the same school, Roseanna was Hispanic, and I a gringo. There was a
racial divide in our town, and somehow, without saying much about
it, Roseanna and I pretended to barely know each other during the
day. Our seemed to be happy that we apparently ignoring
each other. Little did they know that their little and their
little were secretly sharing a bed each night.
As Roseanna's breasts, and my penis, grew, our innocent affection
gradually changed. Totally unselfconsciously, we explored each
other's budding sexuality. Our innocent kisses became kisses of
passion, our childish puppy love started to transform into
adolescent lust.
Roseanna was fascinated how my penis would become erect when she
fondled it, and I had my first orgasm in her hands.
We had been kissing and petting for awhile before going to sleep
each night, and Roseanna really like playing with my "Willie". Of
course, I liked her to play with it too!
She used to wind me up each night with this semi innocent play, and
inevitably, one night she got me just a little bit too wound.
It scared the hell out of us both.
It didn't take us long to figure out what it was about. I went to
the library, and did some reading.
Roseanna started to enjoy jerking me off, and she did it for me
almost every night.
When we were 14 I think, was the first time we had full, penetrative
sex.
As I said, I had done some reading. Roseanna and I were lying in
bed, kissing. Roseanna had my cock out, and was fondling it, as she
liked to do. I was caressing her crotch through her panties. I was
naked; she was in her underwear, her new swelling her
bra.
I sat up, and slowly removed her panties. She stared in the
wide-eyed, but said nothing, did nothing to stop me. I put a
forefinger to the inside of each of her knees, and she spread her
legs wide at my touch. Keeping eye contact with her, I slowly
lowered my face to her tender groin. I reached out to her
with my tongue, and made contact with her salty wet clit.
I remember being surprised at the taste. I didn't particularly like
it, the first time, but I loved the way she jumped when I licked her
there.
We always kept the on when we were together in my room, to mask
the sound of our talking. That evening, for the first time, it
masked the sound of more than talking.
I tongued Roseanna to her first orgasm, and she couldn't have enough
after that. I liked to do it too; it really turned me on to see her
come.
Roseanna licked my cock for the first time, and I thought I would
die from the sheer pleasure. I begged her to put it in her mouth,
and she did.
She squeezed my cock when I came, like she always did when she
jerked me off, to keep from making a mess.
It wasn't long after that that I penetrated her for the first time.
We had both been enjoying oral sex, but the real thing was special,
the way we could hold each other tightly, our sexual organs directly
stimulating each other, while we caressed each other with our
fingertips, while we made love with our lips, our tongue's, our
souls.
Roseanna went on the pill when she was 15, and after that there was
no holding us back. Those were the best years of my life. After
school I'd come home, head straight up to my room, and meet Roseanna
there. We would make love, passionately.
Then he would do our homework, maybe watch some snuggling
together. Then make love again.
I think we were addicted to sex, the way some people are addicted to
alcohol or drugs. We had to force ourselves to spend time apart, so
that people wouldn't notice.
Around that time racial tensions started to really take over in our
school. Roseanna's circle of friends and my circle of friends
virtually didn't overlap.
There was occasional violence.
When we were 16 years old, Roseanna started to date Tommy Marietta.
It drove me mad with jealousy, of course. At first, Roseanna said
it was just for appearances. Roseanna had become a stunningly
beautiful girl, and it was true, it would look odd if she didn't
date somebody.
Tommy was a tall, good-looking boy, and he had a convertible. He
would drive Roseanna and her girlfriends anywhere they needed to go.
Roseanna and Tommy were very popular couple.
I would be hanging out with my own circle of friends sometimes, and
I'd see Roseanna walking by with Tommy.
Roseanna, Roseanna; tall and thin, with that ass that only
16-year-old can have, a push-up bra under a thin blouse
showing her ample cleavage.
Tommy's strong arm around her narrow naked waste, her great smile
lighting up the day.
My arms wrapped around Roseanna's thighs, my tongue playing a sweet
tune on her clit, feeling only joy as Roseanna tears at my hair
while she comes.
Roseanna stepping out of Tommy's car, fish net stockings,
microskirt, heels. Every head turning, every male lusting after my
Roseanna.
Lovingly massaging, stroking, Roseanna's smooth back. While fucking
her slowly doggy style.
Roseanna dancing with Tommy at a school party, her black hair
hanging in curls to the middle of her back, her long fingers
caressing the back of his neck, my eyes trying to stay away.
Roseanna's tongue in my mouth, my hard cock plunging in and out of
her tight cunt, our four arms crushing our two bodies
together.
Roseanna's bright laughter, dressed only in a bikini, stretched out
in the passenger seat of Tommy's car, driving off.
Roseanna's big dark eyes regarding me, the sexy curl of her lips as
her mouth opens and slowly descends over my hard cock.
Roseanna would often come home late from her dates with him, but
when she came, she would come to my bed.
I wanted to end the secrecy; it was burning me up. I wanted to be me
that Roseanna was seen with, I wanted it to be me that took her out
dancing.
Roseanna; in my bed, wrapped in my arms; " But Luke, if I started
going out with you, and dumped Tommy, there would be big trouble."
"I don't care, Roseanna. We can't go on like this."
"Luke, it's bigger than you and me. Something like that could be
the spark that causes the whole town to explode."
She was right, we couldn't do it. What we were doing was dangerous
in the extreme, but it was not the time to come out with it.
"But why do you have to go out with Tommy?"
"God damn, Luke, it's great in here with you, but there's a world
outside too. You can't drive me around it. Tommy can."
I installed a shower and a small sink stand in my room. It made a
big difference to be able to clean ourselves up before going back to
bed.
I was 18, and had just started college, when Roseanna dropped the
bombshell; "Luke, I'm pregnant."
My mind swam, my head went into a spin. I wanted to marry Roseanna,
I wanted to make her mine, exclusively mine, but I wanted to finish
my college. I wanted a family, and I wanted it with Roseanna, only
Roseanna. But what hope was there for happiness in the long-term,
if I didn't get a degree first?
"How could this have happened, Roseanna? I thought you were on the
pill."
She looked at the floor; "Accidents happen, Luke. There's no such
thing as a 100 percent sure contraceptive. I - um, I might have
missed a dose."
I held her hand in mine; "We have to arrange for an abortion for
you, Roseanna."
Her eyes flashed anger, and she got up from my bed, and ducked
through the corridor to her own room.
"I'm going to marry Tommy" she told me the next day.
"Roseanna! How can you do this to me? I love you! I love you
Roseanna!"
"You don't want me, you don't want my baby. You just go to school
for a few more years, then you find yourself a nice white girl."
"I do want you, Roseanna! And I want to have a with you, I
want to marry you. But I want to be able to support you, us."
"It's too late Luke. Tommy has asked me to marry him, and I've
already said yes."
"But Roseanna, it's my baby!"
"I don't think so, Luke."
The reality washed over me like a cold hard wave. Roseanna, my
beautiful, sexy, Roseanna, had been going out with Tommy for two
years. How had I been able to pretend to myself that their
relationship had been platonic? We were all 18 now, of course there
was no possible way that supercool Tommy Marietta was taking out the
sexy Roseanna for two years without getting any.
"But I love you, Roseanna! I love everything about you, I love to
hair on your head, I love your fingers, your toes! Don't do this to
me, Roseanna! Tell me what I have to do to keep you!"
"Oh, come on Luke. We have nothing in common. I like to go out
dancing every night, you like to stay in and study. I want to
settle down right now and have my baby, you want to spend four more
years in school, then devote yourself to some career. We've never
spent time together outside of his room, how could a marriage
between us possibly work? I hate to tell you this Luke, I do love
you. But I love Tommy, too."
Roseanna Tommy within weeks.
But in the meantime, she couldn't keep herself away from my bed.
We both knew it was wrong now, but neither of us could leave it out.
The sex was just too damn good. The way we loved each other, needed
each other, cherished each other. Despite what Roseanna had said,
and despite what she was about to do [get to Tommy], our
love could not be denied.
I had never had sex with anyone except Roseanna; I had nothing to
compare it to. But I now knew the she had, with Tommy at least,
perhaps others. How could I know? But I did know one thing;
Roseanna couldn't stop coming back to me.
We made love desperately, vowing to stop when she was married. I
kept trying to dissuade her; I wanted her to marry me. I told her
we'd keep the baby, my would help us, we could do it. But
she told me the choice was made, the die was cast. She had been
split between two lovers, and once she was married, that conflict
would be over.
I was invited to the wedding, but I made an excuse and didn't go.
I didn't see Roseanna for a while, several months. Then she had a
fight with Tommy and came home to Mama for a few days.
I heard her coming through the corridor that night, and I felt my
heart rate increase.
She crawled through the funny little half door, the way she always
used to do. Except now she was six months pregnant.
We sat together on my bed and she cried on my shoulder softly. I
still loved her, I wanted to comfort her, I wanted her to be happy.
She told me about the argument she'd had with Tommy. Something
inconsequential that had been blown into a big deal. I hugged her
to me and kissed her cheek.
I would have loved to tell her that Tommy was a scumbag, she should
leave him, divorce him, and marry me. I would gladly take her to the
altar nine months pregnant; I didn't care what people would say.
But the truth was, Tommy was not a scumbag. He was a decent guy, as
much as I hated to admit it. And I've always been an honest
schmuck. I told her was probably only her hormones.
She relaxed against me.
I ran my hand lightly around her swollen belly.
Our lips met.
Her hand went to my crotch.
I found her irresistibly beautiful, the glow of her, even the
swollen tight skin of her pregnant belly.
I made love to her very carefully, very lovingly. She was
passionate, our fire had not diminished at all.
The next day, she went home to her husband.
Roseanna started spending every Wednesday with her at home,
and would return to Tommy on Thursday morning.
Of course, she would retire to her room, lock the door, and
crawl through the corridor to my room.
We kept fucking until she was eight months along. I would've thought
that I would be put off by her state, but she just turned me on more
and more. Everything about Roseanna always turned me on.
We had fun with it, actually. We had to be very inventive, finding
new positions.
Roseanna would lie on her side, and I'd enter her from behind,
screwing her carefully while caressing her rapidly swelling and
womb.
Or she would lie with her crotch on the edge of the bed, and I'd
fuck her while standing.
In her last month, we didn't think it was safe to fuck anymore, but
we would still lie together, loving each other for our precious one
night a week.
Roseanna would always take care of me though, giving me long, sweet,
blowjobs.
Even after the baby was born, we barely missed a beat. I think one
Wednesday, maybe two. Then she was back, back with me, back in my
arms. On Wednesday nights, anyway.
It took some time for her to heal and tighten up again after
the birth. But my desire for her was undiminished, and I began to
make love with her as soon as she was no longer sore.
It was funny, because we had installed a baby phone in her room
years before, so we would be able to hear if her knocked on
her door. Now it was being used for what it was originally built
for.
I graduated, and got a good job in the IT industry. My were
getting worried about me by then, they couldn't understand why I'd
never had a girlfriend, and now they didn't understand why I didn't
move into my own place. I was earning plenty of money.
Of course, I couldn't tell them that I was screwing a woman
in my bedroom every Wednesday night, and that it probably wouldn't
have been possible if I moved into my own place.
My even thought I was gay, and kept trying to get me to come
out with it. I even considered lying, and telling her she was
right, just to get her off my back.
Then the tragedy struck. Roseanna and Tommy were both killed in a
car wreck.
I was devastated, of course. And there was no one I could talk to
about it. I thought I would explode if I had to keep his grief
within myself.
I went next door to talk to Marry, Roseanna's mother. I told her
everything.
We cried in each other's arms, united in our mutual grief, both of
us stripped of the only one we loved.
I never expected to get an erection.
Mary is still a beautiful woman, she gave birth to Roseanna very
young. I suddenly wondered why she had been living alone for so
long. I suppose she must have had boyfriends.
I suddenly became aware of how slim her waist was, how easily my
arms wrapped around her. Her small, firm against my chest.
She kissed me.
We held each other some more.
She kissed me again.
I kissed her.
I felt her hand tracing the length of my erection through my
trousers.
Our tears began to dry as I unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra.
She had a wonderful figure for an woman. Of course, she
couldn't compare with Roseanna. But Roseanna was dead.
Mary has a smooth dark complexion, a squarish jaw, a wide generous
mouth.
I felt a lot of conflict about this, I was unsure if it was a good
thing to do. Even as my stiff cock entered her willing vagina, I
had doubts.
I was unable to bring her to orgasm, and when we were done I felt
like shit.
"What have we done, Mary?"
"I think it's called sex, Luke"
"But why, Mary? What made us do that?"
"Lust. Grief, need. Do you feel bad about it, Luke?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't. My is dead, I'm alone. So are you. I
don't think we've done anything wrong."
"But Mary, you're like my own to me, you're my daughter's
grandmother."
"What makes you think you're Lucile's father?"
"Oh, come on Mary. Just look at the kid, do you think she looks
like me, or like Tommy?"
She had to admit I was right.
So that's how the situation remains. Mary adopted her
granddaughter, and I still live at home.
Every night, I crawl through the corridor to spend the evening with
my girls.
I've had to help Mary a lot financially, but it's only my
responsibility.
Some gray has started to appear in Mary's black hair now, but she
still turns me on.
It's not like it was with Roseanna, it's more relaxed, comfortable.
We make love once or twice a week these days, and we've become good
together.
Sometimes we think we should move away together. Other times Mary
thinks I should leave her and find a woman my own age.
I don't think I'll ever in over the loss of Roseanna, but Mary is my
woman now, she loves and cares for my child.
I think I love her.
Ace, 2000
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