Rosey

Illustrations by Marcus, Grumblebee.com
Continuation school was where you were sent when you were just too much for the regular school to handle. I was getting the hang of fitting in to new environments. When I was sent there durring the final months of 9th grade I certainly stood out among the metal heads and stoners who were my fellow students. By halfway through 10th grade we'd found a common ground in punk rock, weed smoking and besides a few other goth, punk, industrial type kids landed there after me.

I had friends but I wasn't doing too well with the ladies. Rosey transfered in and I didn't take much notice at first, then she asked me to be her pimp.

"You seem to have plenty of friends. I'll fuck them for $100 bucks each. You get half and you can have all the freebies you want." she offered matter of factly.

I told my friend Jim about this and he said if I didn't take her up on her offer he would. He also made it clear that if I did take her up on the offer he'd be her first customer. I looked at Rosey and realized that she had a real Chaka Kahn kind of sexyness. She was short but she had great curves. Her dark skin and naturally big hair all worked together. I decided that I wouldn't be her pimp but I offered to be her boyfriend. She accepted.

Rosey told she'd been sent to live with her aunt when she'd been caught whorin' in Reno where her mom lived. She assured me her whorin' days were solidly in the past.

Rosey and I double dated with Roger and Tanya and afterwards we all ended up in Tanya's room at her Uncle's house. Tanya and Roger were making out, and Rosey and I followed their example. I was sitting on Tanya's bed when Rosey straddled me. Her tongue danced in my mouth, she bit and sucked on my lips and then my neck and she was grinding against me. I had never been with a girl like this, and I was more turned on than I'd ever been.

We had a few more of these make out sessions and I was dying to have sex with her, but I had promised myself when I decided I wasn't a Christian that I wouldn't have sex until I had figured out what beliefs I did hold. One couldn't go about with no moral code at!

Adam was a hyper kid who was hip in the brattiest way. He was the new Beastie Boys kind of cool. That is to say he was totally into "alt" culture but he saw no need to be the serious tortured poet. The party it seemed had room for more than just jocks and rockers. I liked Adam though I found him perplexing in his combination of intelligence and shallowness. When Rosey proudley wore her purple, tiger striped spandex pants on the last day of school he had a field day.

"Look at this." He said to me as if she wasn't right there in front of him. "You want this for a girlfriend. Look at these fucking pants."

I was embarassed. I didn't deck Adam like a should have, maybe because the pants were too much. I also knew that Rosey and I had little in common outside of liking to make out. Rosey told Adam to shut the fuck up and took my hand. It was the last day of school, I figure, I can deal with this later.

Over summer vacation I didn't manage to see Rosey much. I'd get overwhelmingly horny and I'd call her. I'd ask her if she'd meet me at Folsom lake and have sex with me. Just saying it out loud was tittilating. She said no, not this instant but she left it open that we could meet somewhere, some time and have sex. That's what I was looking for; masterbation fodder. I wouldn't call her until I was again crawling out of my skin horny.

When I moved into a condo with my friend Christian less than two years later I fantasized about having Rosey come live with me. I'd pay the bills and she could stay free and have lots of sex with me. I heard she had moved back to Reno and I called information trying to get back in touch with her but I never succeeded.

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