This has been boggling inside my head for a very long time and I've decided to write it. Not the best one I made it's probably the worst lol, don't worry the next chapter of Lost will be finished soon and I already have another story that isn't like this one. For the timeline of this story, I say this takes place shortly after Save The Date maybe about a month or so. Also, happy 5th year anniversary Loud House!
I do not own the characters in this story. All belongs to Nickelodeon
Bittersweet Symphony (1997) by The Verve
Lincoln is not what you call a wholesome kind of guy.
In fact, he's a straight-up perv if you will, despite being eleven years old and barely reached the level of puberty, his mind wasn't far from thinking hot girls he's like to take in his bed and bone the living shit out of them. Granted he's not some crazy sex-crazed maniac like Quagmire from Family Guy, but he does have some pretty odd and questionable fantasies. We all have that at some point in our lives. Some of his thoughts include Ronnie Anne, Daenerys from Game of Thrones, Ronnie Anne, the thick lady he saw at the mall, Ronnie Anne, fucking someone hard enough for them to beg you to stop, oh did I mentioned Ronnie Anne?
A majority of them involve Ronnie Anne.
It was no secret to Lincoln just how much he thought Ronnie Anne was really attractive, her raven black hair tied to a ponytail, her soft caramel-colored skin with freckles on her cheeks just like he had, that sweet suckiloush lips he touched twice now one during outside of his house and the other a month before and he couldn't stop thinking about how soft her lips was. He couldn't believe just months ago he used to loath her for her annoyance and bullying. Suffice to say, he loves her.
A little too much.
It was also no secret to Lincoln just how much he'd lusted on her.
It started when she used to pick on him where he suddenly has feelings for her. Then it only grew big once they hang out more often. Many boys were a little confused as to why Lincoln became best friends with Ronnie Anne, if they recall correctly, she was the same kid who shoved sloppy Joe on his pants, put trash in his locker, sock him, etc. They even call him mad for being friends with her. But Lincoln simply ignored them. All the boys would consider Lincoln as very lucky, no boys had ever come as far to where Lincoln is. They would watch them together walk away in the hallway making them sigh in envy.
But to Lincoln, it was both a blessing and a curse. They would never know the difficulties of being around such a fine piece of Latina ass attached to a girl you wanted so damn bad to pounce at her but couldn't. And it did not help that Ronnie Anne would wear those really, really short pants and a long shirt whenever she invites him over for a sleepover. Now he knew how Clyde felt when he tries to win over Lori, the only difference is the age gap and he doesn't let out a nosebleed and faint to the ground but rather something else. At some point, he even pretends his pillow was her when he makes love to it whenever he wakes up in the morning.
Geez, I'm a pervert.
But only for her.
And she just so happens to be in this very same room with him. Ronnie Anne was sitting on the opposite side of his desk, he watched her scribbling something on a piece of paper. Her tanned skin glistened with the sunlight from the window made Lincoln's mind very difficult to function normally. Later after school, they promised they would hang out at his place like play video games or study for the exams next Tuesday.
Barf.
He hated exams, they're the worst. If he would ever be president he would ban exams like a twitch streamer getting banned for saying a bad word or because the streamer was not a woman.
Anyway, the school bell rang and everyone left the room. He soon caught up with Ronnie Anne and they walked together to his home.
As they walked, Lincoln always imagined what her pussy looked like, how soft it was, how delicious it tastes, and how good it felt when mounted...Jesus Christ Loud that's your friend you're talking to.
And it felt good, he just couldn't get it out of his head.
"You alright?" Lincoln heard Ronnie Anne said.
"Huh?"
"You spaced out, is something wrong?"
"No, I'm good,"
Trying to get away from this awkward situation. Lincoln pull out his phone and started playing Pokemon Go. At first, he was just tapping the screen pretending to do catch a Pokemon, until he found a Squirtle then another, and another until Lincoln was fully immersed with it. About a few minutes in, he gets a little irritated.
"I still can't find a freaking Pokemon," Lincoln said annoyingly tapping his phone.
"You still play that game?" Said Ronnie Anne. "That's like 5 years ago."
"I still play it sometimes, even walked around the mall one time." Lincoln didn't mention the part where he accidentally walked into the women's bathroom. Save that for another time.
"Just don't play it at night, I heard a girl got molested by a stranger at the park over that game a few years back." Ronnie Anne half-teased
"That's just an urban legend," Lincoln said. "And besides I would never do that."
"Just saying." Ronnie Anne said.
"Dang it!" Lincoln said.
"Here, give it to me, maybe I can do it better," Ronnie Anne said.
Their hands briefly touched and Lincoln felt her soft skin and hands made him so dizzy. Arriving at their destination. They went to his room. Since his sisters aren't home yet, they both have the time to hang out and not get spied on. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne took turns on playing Mario Kart on his Wii U. This one was their fifth turn. Lincoln, going as Mario pressed the buttons as his character passes a few others in the way. He starred at the screen furiously as he pushes over other racers who dared to oppose his victory.
"Go, Lincoln! Go, Lincoln!" Ronnie Anne chanted while swaying her fist up and down. This made Lincoln feel warm inside and even warmer when she grabbed him by the shoulder. He was almost able to reach the finished line. But then a spiked shell hit him, falling him to 12th fucking place.
Lincoln gritted his teeth furiously and threw the game controller to the floor much to Ronnie Anne's amusement.
"Damn it! Damn It! Damn it!" Lincoln yelled. "Every time!"
Ronnie Anne held her stomach just from laughing so much. "That was like the 2nd time you reached 12th place," she snickered.
While Lincoln was annoyed, he did enjoy the sounds of her giggle.
Lincoln watched as Ronnie Anne—who was also playing as Mario— furiously pressing down the buttons. She caught a blue shell and went turbo right fast.
"Eat this hahaha!" Ronnie Anne yelled like a madwoman pushing every player out of the way even as far as pushing Donkey Kong off the map.
"Come on dude your almost there!" Lincoln said. But like what happened to Lincoln before, a spiked shell, causing her to reach 7th place.
"Come on!" Ronnie Anne croaked. "Wanna try another turn?"
"No, I think you should go first, I gotta hit the Johns,"
When he returned, he was taken aback by Ronnie Anne laying on his bed, her left leg crossed with the other. And if Lincoln could just look closely, he could almost see her-
Nope!
Not today!
They continue playing when Lincoln starts to get a little closer to Ronnie Anne. She doesn't notice it at first until he got close enough.
"Uh, Lincoln you're getting a little too close,"
"Oh, sorry,"
He wrapped one arm around her for a side-hug making her gasp but didn't resist. He could feel the minty scent of her hair filled his nostrils.
"L-Lincoln?" She stammered dropping the Wii U to the floor and turned to look at him with a reddish face. "W-what are you doing?"
Not answering, his thoughts were running wild. "S-sorry," Lincoln apologized quickly.
"W-what was that?" She asked.
"I was just lost in control, that's all," He said. "Guess I just like you a lot,"
It took a few seconds of silence and Ronnie Anne's mouth agape in shock for Lincoln to realized what he just fucking said.
SHIT. He didn't mean to say that! Fuck! But it was too late, the damage has already been done. He blushed in embarrassment and look the other way.
"Lincoln,"
"Yeah?" He stammered. He dared to look at her and saw her blushing face.
"Do you like me?" She asked though not of anger or annoyance, just out of curiosity.
"Yeah, as a friend," He tried his best to lie his way out but it seems his Hispanic friend wasn't having any of it.
"You're lying," She told him with pinched brows. "Lincoln tell me,"
Having no way out of this, he sighed in defeat. "Yes, I like you,"
When he looked at her again, she was back to when he said he liked her a lot. Being confuse and red-faced in embarrassment. "I-uh.."
"You're the only girl for me. And I don't wanna waste time so I'll get straight to the point…"
"How-" But her words were cut off when he grabbed both of her hands tightly. This both surprised and a bit scared the young Latina as she has never seen him this strong. Before she knew it, Lincoln let go one of her hands then slid into the back of her head, drawing her closer, and pressed his lips into hers. To say Ronnie Anne was perplexed would be a complete understatement. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates, as Lincoln kissed her hungrily in the mouth. A jolt of electricity jolted through her veins as her muscles tensed up
Oh my God, is this really happening? Lincoln is kissing me? And not because he was made to? She thought in bewilderment as she moaned, whimpered, and needy for more Her heartbeat faster than before, so loud she can hear it echo through her head. Her mind melted like butter and went absolutely haywire, torn between forcing Lincoln off of her or just surrendering her to his touch.
Something inside her really opted for the latter but the one with common sense told her this has to end eventually.
They both fell to the bed, Lincoln on top of her, hands wrapped neatly on her shoulders as he continues to kiss her. Her fingers rapped the back of his head, scratching his hair. His legs rested behind her knees
He took off her scrunchie making her hair stream on the back of her shoulders. He always thought she looked beautiful when her hair was down. Ronnie Anne could feel something hot and hard poking between her legs, clearly turned on by this.
This went on for another minute and by that time, Lincoln had started to unzip her hoodie.
Ronnie Anne was a little more scared than before.
"Lincoln..."
"Lincoln!" A voice called out. "Lincoln you there?"
Suddenly, he snapped out of the lustful mind that took over him he looked below him to find Ronnie Anne staring at him in confusion. It didn't take long for him to realize what he was doing and that his mother was home. Quickly, he got up and found her scrunchie.
"Here, put it back on, don't let them know what happened."
Ronnie Anne, hitherto, sat there in confusion, her lips were wet from the amount of saliva before doing what Lincoln told her and quickly fixed her hair and everything else. Just then Rita opened the door to find both kids reading their books. She greets them before telling Lincoln that supper will be late. Once she left and closed the door they both sighed and looked at each other.
"What was that?" Ronnie Anne asked.
Lincoln tried to muster of a laugh. "I guess I kinda got carried away there,"
"You can't just do that..." She spoke with a low voice.
"L-look let's not talk about this right now and continue on what we were doing?" He asked but her expression seems to suggest otherwise. "Then maybe talk about it tomorrow,"
She fixed him with a worried glance. "Lincoln..." She began.
"Please?" He begged
She sighed. "Fine,"
They continued to play for another hour and the room was very awkward, Ronnie Anne would silently watch Lincoln play not cheering but not making fun of him losing. until Ronnie Anne left after her mother called her to come back. She sighed, she didn't want to leave. Packing up her things, he and Lincoln said goodbye. Not before receiving a light punch from her.
The next day at Ketchum Park. Lincoln promised to meet up with Ronnie Anne about what happened. It took a few seconds before he saw her waiting beside a park bench with her hands inside her pockets. Lincoln was about to greet her, but Ronnie Anne grabbed her hand and led him to a more secluded park area where no one would hear them. Once there Ronnie Anne immediately went straight to the point.
"Why did you kiss me?" Ronnie Anne asked. "No excuses."
"It was my way of saying I like you," Lincoln answered with a nervous laugh.
"You really like me that much?" Ronnie Anne asked calmly he could see a red hue forming on her cheek. Lincoln just sighed.
"I guess I kinda do," Lincoln said.
"Though you were being a little too rough on me, and almost felt like you were attacking me," Ronnie Anne said.
Lincoln paled at the thought of ever attacking Ronnie Anne, sure he gets annoyed from all the pranks and getting picked on by her but he never got as far as hurting Ronnie Anne. Now that he thought about it, he feels ashamed that the back of his mind still lusts on her.
"I know, I get it if you don't want to be friends right now." He said sadly.
"Come on Lame-O I would never do that, you mean a lot to me Lincoln and I wouldn't end our friendship just because you did something very questionable." Ronnie Anne said.
"I won't be all aggressive next time," Lincoln said.
"Next time?" She questioned. His eyes widen like diner plates.
"W-What? oh, uh we'll, you know uh, see is that..." He stammered before Ronnie Anne laughed very hard.
"Relax, Lame-O, I'm just joking," Ronnie Anne said making Lincoln blush in embarrassment.
"Seriously though, just don't do something like that again," Ronnie Anne fixed him with half-lidded eyes.
"I won't I promise," Lincoln said.
"Come on, let's get some food."
Five days later
Lincoln sat on a desk, on his laptop watching a music video of a guy walking to the street.
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Tryna make ends meet, tryna find somebody then you die
Not even a week in, Lincoln couldn't believe what he did during that faithful day with Ronnie Anne. After that, they both just decided to not talk about it or think about what happened.
Well, he decided not to think about it, Ronnie Anne just followed him.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
He hadn't also made any right decisions when he texted Ronnie Anne how she was doing and joked if he could stay in her house for the night. She herself wasn't any better, she's been giving weird gestures like when he would often catch her staring at him and quickly look away then threw a bunch of papers at him. Or one time when they were walking to the hallway, Girl Jordan walked towards them and asked Lincoln if they should hang out after school. He was about to reply but he saw Ronnie Anne giving a not very kindly look at Jordan so he just declines.
He paused the video and sighed. Wish life was a little easier, you know?
And what's even more of a downer was that his lust for her grew to the extent that just simply looking at her would make him wanna eat her up. He's like a ticking time bomb, at any minute he can blow up.
He was so in his train of thought that he didn't notice someone opening the door. "Hey, Stinkoln," Lynn said as she barged into Lincoln's room which caught the loud boy off guard almost falling to the floor.
"Damn it, Lynn," Lincoln grumbled.
Lynn ignored his grunt but did chuckle a little. "Do you know where Lana is? We've been looking all over for her for a few hours and still no luck. You were the last one who saw her and I need to know where she ran off?"
Lincoln blinked before he remembered that his younger sisters and Lynn forced Lana to get a bath due to her smelling like she got sprayed by a skunk and fell into a sewage system (She did by the way) but she just kept refusing, even as far as hiding somewhere where no one could find her. He didn't bother joining the others to go catch her, mainly because he was dealing with bigger problems.
"Oh, Lana...Yeah...uh," His voice trailed off, not sure what to say next, still had a lot going on in mind.
"You okay bro?"
"It's nothing,"
"You can tell me," Lynn said and Lincoln pondered. He never let his sisters in any help due to their constant meddling so he wasn't certain Lynn would be any help, but at the same time, he didn't want to say anything so he did what the only other thing he can think of.
"It's Ronnie Anne,"
"What happened, did she hurt you or something?" Lynn said with a threatening voice, she doesn't take Ronnie Anne very kindly since that meddling incident most likely due to Ronnie Anne hitting Lincoln causing the black eye. But even when Lincoln and Ronnie Anne seem cool, Lynn still has her suspicions. When there was something wrong with Lincoln with Ronnie Anne being part of the problem, Lynn was quick to assume Ronnie Anne did something that hurt Lincoln. Though, Lincoln would always tell her saying that would never happen. At least not yet.
"No, it's not that, I just don't know if she likes me," He half-lied, while he only did this as an excuse for her to hopefully go away but at the same time, he always questioned his and Ronnie Anne's relationship and questioned it even more after their kissing session at his bed. He also left out about what they did, she didn't need to hear that, none of his sisters do.
"Do you like her?"
"Yeah, a lot...Maybe a too much?"
"How so?" Lynn asked.
"Well, you know when you love someone like you really love someone," He answered.
"Ugh, don't tell me it was like Lori and Bobby where they make kissy faces and call each other cute pet names." Lynn gagged and so did Lincoln. The last thing he and Ronnie Anne would do is acting like Lori and Bobby. No thank you.
"God no," He said. "But something like when you can't control yourself that you just lose it,"
"You made out with her in your bed?" Lynn asked with a grin.
Lincoln flinched. She knew!?
"You were really getting on her," She said with a smirk and Lincoln quickly looked at her. "Yep, I saw."
"How much did you saw?" He asked, covering his cherry red face in embarrassment. He's could only predict the screams and awes from his hogging sisters.
"I left as soon as you grab her head and started kissing her is when I knew I had to bail. Don't know what you did after," Lynn said. Lincoln made a breathless sigh of relief.
Not today.
"Just don't tell anyone okay?"
"Five bucks,"
Lincoln fixed her with an irritated scowl.
"I'm just messing with ya, bro your secrete is safe with me," Said Lynn.
"Moving on,"
"Did she try and stop you from kissing her?" Unlike last time she thought in an ire.
"To be honest, no, she just let me."
Dang, really? Lynn thought. She must have wanted him to go second base haha.
"Did she make eye contact with you when you're not looking?" She asked. "Or does she shield you from other girls who are trying to hit on you?"
"I say that's more of a guess?" He spoke with a little shock in his voice.
"Then she's a keeper bro," Lynn said. "If she lets you kiss her then it's a sign that she's into you,"
"I don't know, Lynn I think that's a little far-fetched," Lincoln said.
"What do you have in mind?" Lynn asked.
"I thought of just asking her what she thinks," He said.
"Well then just do it," She said with a grin.
Lincoln fixed her with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean just go with it, if she says yes then your good to go," Lynn said patting Lincoln to the back. "But don't just go there and tell her if she likes you, now I don't know much about dating but I do know that you two can go well,"
Lincoln thought about it for a moment.
"Yeah, maybe," Lincoln said and stood up. "I'm gonna tell her tomorrow,"
"No, Lincoln tell her now, go to her," Lynn said.
"But it's nighttime?"
"It's only 7:35 it's not too late," Lynn said. "I'll tell them you went with a sleepover with Clyde, oh also when you call Clyde tell him I have his inhaler and he has to get it from me," She said with a snicker.
"Okay, then," Lincoln said unnerved a little.
"That's the spirit." Lynn smiled. "Now can you tell me where Lana is?"
"She's hiding outside the tree," Lincoln said right off the bat and ran outside his bedroom then to the front door, a sensual night awaits him. Lynn meanwhile sat there dumbfounded after the information Lincoln had given her before quickly changing that of annoyance.
"So that's where she was," Lynn said angrily as she bolted out of Lincoln's room and told the others.
Ah, Nighttime.
A time where everyone would be in their bed, sleeping until the sun comes up. Some were more wanting to stay up past their bedtime and do whatever shit they can.
That was the case for Ronnie Anne. Since her brother and her mother were taking extra hours of work, Ronnie Anne was left alone in her house. Maria insisted one of their extended family come and watch over her but Ronnie Anne insisted she can take care of all by herself. Maria was still doubtful about this situation but decided to convince Ronnie Anne would behave by herself. Their night shift doesn't occur every night thank God, it only happens at a random time so it was something she had to make the most out of.
She sat on the middle of the couch, her legs slouched and slightly apart. On the screen was an AD about some shampoo and conditioner Ronnie Anne didn't need to know.
Her mind was a little preoccupied at the moment. It didn't take a bucket of water to the head to make Ronnie Anne forget about what happened. Ever since her little afternoon session with Lincoln, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
When he did that, it was unexpected. She panicked for sure but she didn't attack this time after learning from her previous mistake. But this kiss was something off, it was more passionate than their two previous kisses, it felt real.
She lowered his head slightly and sighed. It was all so confusing and frustrating, to be honest. Having a friend like Lincoln, her only friend that is, she wasn't really good at making friends back in the day and Lincoln was the first one she ever made. What's more frustrating was having a huge crush on him, he was both cute and handsome.
When he took off her ponytail, it was when she knew he wanted her.
She liked it. Call her crazy but when he attacked her with his lips, she felt really what you say? Wet? That was why she had her legs shut after they made out. Ever since then. She has just been so infatuated with her white-haired friend. During class, she would often stare at him when he wasn't looking like during, gym, at lunch, or anything for that matter and make very crude drawings of them on a piece of paper. As this went on, people started to notice her behavior towards Lincoln. She feared that they might think they're together. So to combat this, she pretended to play a little rougher towards Lincoln to not raise suspicion. Even throwing the crude drawings at him. She made sure to scribble the part where she and he were holding hands and replace it with the words LAME-O.
Then Girl Jordan came in and asked Lincoln if they wanted to hang out. She gave the girl a very mean glare and it seemed Lincoln saw it so he turned her down, Ronnie Anne stuck a tongue at her when she wasn't looking. It's not like she didn't like Jordan, In fact, they talk a lot in class and at home. She just doesn't like other girls besides Lincoln's sisters who want to hang out with him. Now he wasn't the clingy type of girl but damn she's been clingy.
That doesn't excuse the fact you're taking my Lincoln from me.
What the heck did I just say?
She shooked her head, bringing herself back from reality. Must be a really weird phase she was having. Turning the tv off and sighed, she didn't want to be this, she likes Lincoln. But at the same time, she doesn't wanna act like being a lovesick girl. She heard the door knocked three times. Getting up, she went for the door wondering who could it be. Bobby must have forgotten something again that's for sure or maybe even Mom. But it wasn't Bobby or her mother and froze when she saw those white hair and chipped tooth.
"Lincoln?" She asked confused. Lincoln had his eyes closed and a nervous smile on his face.
"Hey, Ronnie Anne,"
"What are you doing out here it's cold, come one," She said and grabbed Lincoln's hand and pulled him inside. Once she closed the door behind her, she turned to Lincoln and gave him a suspicious look.
"Alright, Lame-O what gives? Why did you come all the way here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, you were all alone and I thought you should,"
"You just wanted to see me don't you?"
"Whaaat? Nooo,"
Ronnie Anne giggled, she knew he wanted to see her after he texted her how she was doing. It was really cute, something she found a lot from the white-haired boy. Guess this is why she chooses him as her target.
"I also wanted to know about something,"
"What?"
"About what happend between you and me,"
"Look, I get it, you were didn't know what to do, lost control or whatever, I get it,"
"So your not mad or something,"
"Why would I be mad?"
Lincoln didn't say anything and just smiled.
"Well, I do need some company at the mo," She said then asked. "Wanna watch Netflix? I heard this new show called The Crown that came out last year." Ronnie Anne explained then continued. "Heard it's about the Queen and her life."
"Really? Great! Now they finally have the perfect show that could outlast The Simpsons," Lincoln joked and they both laughed.
"You want some food? There's still some leftover tamales in the kitchen,"
"Okay,"
This is not good.
The mood is just...Strange?
They both sat together on the edge of her bed. Watching an episode of The Crown on her laptop. Ronnie Anne had both her legs crossed and her hands on either side. Lincoln sat with his feet on the floor and like her, his hands were on either side. It was still the first episode and yet it feels like it was forever. What was the running time, 50 or so minutes? Geez, I didn't know it was that long.
He looked down to see her hands strumming on the bedsheets. He began to feel suspicious when he noticed how eerily close her hands were next to his and was getting closer. He quickly removed his hand and pretended to clear his throat. Soon, he ended up coughing for real and could taste his dad's man and cheese in his throat. He quickly grabbed a bottle of coke next to him and took a few sips. He feels much better now before turning to see her staring back at him with an odd expression.
"You good?" She asked.
He nodded sheepishly before turning their attention back into the screen.
Was she trying to get me to touch her hands?
It was kinda working, not gonna lie. What was she up to?
The screen before them showed both Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip kissing just as the priest proclaimed them as husband and wife. It was very sweet really.
What happened next caught the white-haired boy off guard. Ronnie Anne slowly leaned her head on Lincoln's shoulder. His already reddish face became redder than Lynn's jerseys. His body shook rapidly trying his best not to panic. He could feel something was growing under his pants.
"R-Ronnie?" He stammered.
"Hm?" She asked.
Damn it that voice! Why is it so high pitch? Not that Lincoln had a problem, he really liked her hearing that it was super cute. His body continues to tremble in fear as his heartbeat so fast it could break his rib cage at any moment.
Finally, letting out a calm and collective sigh. This is what you came here for, loud. Don't you waste it on doing nothing.
"Do...you like me,"
From the corner of his eye, he could see her straightening her back and neck. She reached over to her laptop to pause the episode. What am I saying?
"Yes,"
Lincoln blinked.
Guess I stand corrected.
"But Lincoln I thought we both decided we should just stay friends," Ronnie Anne said, putting her head on his shoulders. "So I'm trying to think of you only as a friend,"
Lincoln furrowed his brows. No, she wasn't, she was trying to seduce him. Well, now what? He remembers what Lynn said earlier so he's not going to waste it. His chest heaved and his body shook with lust before grabbing her waist. He just couldn't resist the urge.
"Huh?" She uttered.
The only answer she got was Lincoln grabbing her by the arms and pinned her to the bed, knocking the air out of her lungs. And there, his lips met her's. Eyes locked on to each other. His tongue pushing pass her closed teeth desperate to find it's slimy partner.
When he broke off to pant some air. Ronnie Anne stared in shock and adoration but with a trace amount of ire. "Lincoln, What the f-mm!" She was cut off by kissing her once more tongues furiously lashing like two snakes squeezing each other.
Eventually, Lincoln broke the kiss and panted heavily. Leaving a trail of saliva between them. He still has a hold of her hand and won't be thinking of letting it go anytime soon. Ronnie Anne was speechless, he kissed her again! her eyes were slightly wider and her chest heaved.
"Why are you so good at kissing?" She muttered not by annoyance but rather out of curiosity. Their eyes quickly met and not long after Lincoln pulled Ronnie Anne into another more passionate kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth. Her fingers ran on his back up and down. You know what? Fuck it. The Hispanic girl cast aside any reasons and just fully gave herself into it and kissed him in return.
Wow, Deja Vu am I right?
Oh, but it gets even better.
On his knees, he unzipped her hoodie and pulled her shirt, and saw her perky small breast. He ran through her waist and then yanked her shorts and panties out the same for his clothes until they were completely naked. Ronnie Anne the whole time did nothing but let him remove her clothes. She wanted him to. He ran his fingers over her head and removed her scrunchie letting her hair streaming down her shoulders. His eyes darted between her legs, it was warm and wet, so wet in fact that he would drown before getting his hands on her. The musky scent she gives out makes Lincoln just too at the moment and he furiously fingered her clit.
"Lincoln wait calm down," Ronnie bit her lower lip. She never felt anything like this before in her life, not even when she fingers herself in the bathroom or in her bed. This was so good, too good for any girl to get their hands on.
Not listening, he lay down on his stomach and started licking her. Next, he knelt beside her and arched his back slightly then began licking her right breast and pinch the other with his fingers. She held the back of his head; her legs were far apart as her folded lips were leaking out then threw her head back letting out a moan.
"L-Lincoln,"
He got up unintentionally flashed his penis in front of her and she was more than overwhelmed.
She saw plenty of dicks from the internet and the books and somewhere either big or small, yes she does that, she sometimes imagined what his dick looked like, and just looking at it for real was overwhelming.
It was huge!
How was he able to fit that thing in pants? Are his pants magic? She also thought if Lisa made some advanced technology on his pants but scratched that completely. Was he bred by a horse? Cause damn! She wasn't even sure it would fit inside her.
"I never thought I would do something like this," The little Latina mumbled.
"Sorry, I just. I can't take it anymore," Grabbing both of her arms, he positioned himself to where her pussy is. After letting out a low and long grunt. Lincoln thrusted his hips forward, slamming his hips onto her virgin pussy. Penetrating her into her womb and could feel his tip touching her cervix, her pelvic strained so hard it felt her body was splitting in half.
"Ahhhh" She let out. His length forced her inner walls apart. He grabbed both of her thighs and pressed down. His mind was racing so fast. For one thing, he totally just took Ronnie Anne Santiago's virginity and he also did her at this age and in her room. Talk about a straight up chad if you will.
"It's so tight," He gruntingly told her. His tip punched through her cervix hurting her so bad but felt so good at the same time.
She moaned his name, her voice low and needy as she desperately clung to him.
"Lincoln," He looked down and saw her bright pink and sweaty face that matched his. Her eyes filled with pink hearts and saliva leaked from her lips.
"You're dumb," She blurted. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Kiss me," She said with a sly smile and they did. Lincoln thrusted his hips back before punching it forward as they did so as his balls slapped her. She flinched before letting out a deep moan. What was this feeling? It's so good! I don't ever want this to end.
Her legs rested between his sides and her hands held his shoulders. He let go of one of her hands throwing over her head not even bothered to escape (not that she had a choice or that she wanted to) and just lay there and took it. She rolled her eyes through the ceiling and a smile crept.
Using his hand, Lincoln grabbed Ronnie's face by the cheeks and force her to look at him. His face inches away from her's.
"You love it?" He whispered.
"Ah!"
"You do?"
"Ah!"
"Say it," He demanded softly.
"Ah, y-yes I love it!" She let out.
They spent the next 18 minutes or so doing venus's service, each thrust the better, faster, rougher, and hotter it becomes until Lincoln burst his seed into her womb, filling her up to the brim as they both let out a moan and cried out each other's name. Once it was done, her pussy filled with his hot molten cream that leaked from her.
"Lincoln..."
"Lincoln?" Shouted Lola from the bathroom. "Lincoln!"
"Hey Lynn, did you know where Lincoln is?" Lola asked the older loud while pouring tomato paste all over a pissed-off Lana.
"Yeah, I wanna talk to him about a thing or two about stitching!" She spoke with venom in her voice. Not believing that Lincoln would tell on her where she was. That was an act of betrayal that will not go unpunished.
"Oh quiet Lana, you know it's gonna happen eventually," Lucy spoke up.
"He just went to a sleepover with his friends I don't know," Lynn said, scrubbing Lana's back much to the latter's irritation.
The mood was a little strange.
Maybe not as strange as before.
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne close to each other. Sweating from their little business. Ronnie Anne had her hands on her shoulders, her brows furrowed slightly. Lincoln sat there with shame. Mountains of tissues are piled on the trash can nearby.
"That was a little irresponsible, you know," Ronnie Anne said, disappointed in what he did.
"S-sorry," He apologized. And he meant it.
"That was my last clean shirt," Ronnie Anne spoke in a disappointed-sounding tone.
"Sorry…"
"I was hurt and scared," Ronnie Anne finally said.
Lincoln put a hand on his face in shame crestfallen. She looked at him in sympathy.
"Hey, I'm just kidding," Ronnie Anne smiled which made Lincoln light up a little.
She told him he could do better next time," Lincoln raised an eyebrow and then thought of something funny.
"Next time?" He asked what she meant.
Ronnie Anne blinked before panicking and blushed furiously. Not believing what she just heard as Lincoln tried his best not to laugh. "Whoa, what? That's not what I meant! That's...uh...So,"
"Relax, Ronalda I was just joking," He said and hugged her.
Ronnie Anne pursed her lips in annoyance and punched him in the shoulder before turning her head to the other cheek.
"So, after what happened, what should we do?" He said. Now that they both confessed that they liked each other and did fucked each other, they don't know what goes from here.
"Guess will find out and see what happens," Said Ronnie Anne holding Lincoln's hand softly rubbing his index finger with her thumb. He shivered in delight. He always likes it when she does that.
Lincoln checked on his phone and saw that it was getting late.
"Oops, It's already 8:20," Lincoln said.
"Dang, it is late, do you wanna stay in for the night?" Ronnie Anne said before quickly replying. "Hey! Don't get me the wrong idea you jerk! I'm only telling you to sleep," Lincoln couldn't help but chuckle.
"Sure, I'll stay with you for the night, I'll just tell them I came over for a sleepover," Lincoln said, scratching his head with a shy little smile. Ronnie Anne's heart bounced joyously, she couldn't be happier when he said that.
"But first, I need a bath."
"Wanna get some of Bobby's old clothes from the attic to use?"
"I would like that."
They would sleep together all snuggled up in her bed peacefully because she made him to and when she was certain he was asleep, she'd slide her palms into his pants and softly stoke his dick until it got hard.