Young America 2 (The Slumber Party) - Sex Stories

Young America 2 (The Slumber Party)

... that Ronnie fought the good fight, and the football players let him be. I wish I could tell you that, but high school is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Ronnie walked the hall after school to meet up with Raven outside. He had bandages nearly from head to toe and strutted with a limp. Other than that his walk was still the same with his hands never leaving his pockets and a cool distant look on his face. When the outside air hit him, everything else faded away and seemed to slow to a crawl. “I wish Raven wouldn’t always wait for me, but I’m glad she does.” He knew the lecture was coming but hoped it wouldn’t be so bad when she saw his battle scars. Raven’s eyes went wide, and her face dragged when she saw all the bandages and black eyes. “What the fuck happened to you? She yelled. She jumped up from her seat, leaving her backpack on the ground, and grabbed him. Ronnie winced with the pain and tried to laugh a little. “That hurts Raven, chill out.” She hugged him even harder and began to sob. “Why the hell do you do things like this? I don’t want to see you hurt like this all the time! Think about me when you decide to do something stupid!” A quiet voice replied from behind, “I’m sorry it was my fault.” Raven looked back.“What? Why are you here Salem?“ Ronnie spoke with an odd smile, “You’re invited to our little party tonight Raven. Go get your shit and meet us at my house. Salem and I will meet you there.” She stepped away from Ronnie ...

... stammering. “Really? I’ll go get my stuff then.” Salem and Ronnie walked down the road, as Raven ran with new excitement to her house. Salem looked down and was quiet for a good part of the walk until Ronnie finally broke the silence. “You want to know why I did it, right?” She nodded without a word. “I don’t like seeing people get hurt like that, and you’re my sister friend. I don’t want to come off as some self-righteous hero, but I couldn’t just stand by.” “Don’t help me next time-“ He stopped and stared her down. “I’ll help you whenever I damn well please, because you deserve it!” She looked away from him to the distant sirens. “I’m not worth it-“ He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her head to his chest. She sobbed in his arms and gripped him tighter. He spoke by her ear, “I don’t know you very well Salem, but what I do know is, you are worth every bruise and black eye for being my sister’s friend. If you don’t have a brother, I’ll be there for you. Come to me any time you have a problem with one of those goons, and I’ll protect you.” “Thank you, Ronnie.” He smiled that cool half-cocked grin again. “They hit like girls anyway.” They finally reached Ronnie’s house and found Becka’s care outside with the trunk open. Ronnie and Salem grabbed the groceries that sat in the back and entered the humble abode. Ronnie screamed, “Did you buy all the liquor in the freakin store Becka!?” Just as Becka turned the corner to reply she dropped the beer she was holding. “Who the fuck put ...