Rock 'n' Roll Step Dads: School of Sex (Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads Series Part 1)

Rock ‘N’ Roll Step Dads: School of Sex

Part 1 of the Rock ‘N’ Roll Step Dads Series

Anita Lawless

Copyright (c) 2012 Anita Lawless

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School of Sex

Rhonda let her overnight bag slip from her shoulder as she shouted, “Hello?” again. Emptiness made the word echo too loudly.

She’d come home from college to celebrate her mother’s birthday. She’d phoned ahead, too, so Mom would expect her visit, and they could plan a long weekend together. However, it looked liked Carla Fielding had ditched her, as usual. Sighing, she went to the kitchen to look for a note, hoping for the best, hating herself for thinking the worst.

No note waited, so she assumed Carla was out with Denny—the latest in her mother’s never ending string of disposable boyfriends. Rhonda admired her mom’s sexual liberation. She just wished the woman picked better lovers. Not ones who encouraged Carla’s drinking. From her last visit during Christmas break, she knew mom had quit her AA meetings for the new guy in her life.

She tried to push thoughts of Mom from her mind to keep from worrying. While she searched the fridge for something to eat, the intercom next to the oven buzzed, making her jump.

She pushed the button and spoke. “Mom?”

“Hey, girl.” The voice of her ex-step dad, Ricky Moretti, drifted through the antiquated speaker. “It’s cold out here. Let me in.”

She laughed. “You sound like one of your cheesy love songs.”

“Ouch,” he said, but she heard him chuckle. “Nice to see you’ve still got a mouth on you.”

Rhonda pushed the button to unlock the gate and tried to ignore the thudding of her heart. Quickly, she ran to the large oval mirror in the foyer to check her appearance. Her eyes were too big and far apart, but at least the mascara and eyeliner brought out the amber of her irises. She hated her glasses, and thought once again of laser surgery, but the expenses of college made her practical side rule that out for now. Her hair looked nice—shiny and golden brown, with just a touch of red. Frowning drew her cupid bow lips down, as she poked her nose, which she found too big for her long face. She pulled her purple sweater over her slender hips and turned sideways. What she saw looked pretty good, but she’d always thought herself somewhat frumpy. Still, it would have to do.

Ricky Moretti was the only man her mother had married that fit into the ‘nice guy’ category. Generally, Mom was attracted to slime, but Ricky was one of the rare few Carla had been with that Rhonda had truly connected with, even looked up to and thought of as her protector at one time. He’d even set up a trust fund for Rhonda when he and Carla split three years ago.

Lead guitarist of the hard rock band Devoid, Ricky had made a name for himself during the 80s as a superior axe shredder. When Carla married him, Rhonda had been star-struck. She’d been a big fan of his band, and his guitar-playing in particular. Labeled the “rock ‘n’ roll baddie with boy-next-door looks” by the media, Ricky was the most elusive member of Devoid.

As a hormonal teen, it had been sheer torture living with a man she lusted after, but was too young to act on her wants. Now, she pondered the prospect of seducing her former step dad. How would he feel if she confessed her longstanding crush? Would it weird him out, since he’d acted like the only real dad she’d ever known those brief years mom and he were married? Would it turn him on? It wouldn’t be the first time she’d attempted seducing him.

Her heart kicked it up a notch as she heard him coming toward the kitchen. When he stepped under the blue light cast by the fluorescents, it thudded against her ribs. His long, blond hair fell to his shoulders in waves, and his heart-shaped face broke into a wide, dazzling grin. One would guess him thirty years old, but she knew he’d turn forty-five on his next birthday. How did the man cheat aging like that? She hoped she’d be as lucky twenty years from now.

As she took in his tight jeans, loose silk shirt, and leather jacket, a plan to get laid formed in her head.

“Dude.” She bluffed confidence and attitude, as she always did in his presence. “It is so great to see you!” Rhonda held her arms open for a hug. Ricky didn’t need to know she’d secretly be copping a feel.

He grabbed her in a tight embrace, and she stroked her hands up and down his muscular back, trying to show more than friendly interest with the touch.

“It’s great to see you, too,” he said, and the hug lingered. She wondered if her efforts were working, or was it just because they hadn’t seen each other in a while. “Where’s your mom?”

Briefly, her thoughts of seduction withered. “Ah…you know Mom. Spur of the moment type of gal. Especially when she’s on the bottle.”

His handsome face crinkled in concern. “Shit…she fell off again?”

Rhonda nodded and sighed, turning over the ethics of using sympathy to her sexual advantage. “About a year ago. This new guy has her convinced she isn’t an alcoholic. That she can quit anytime she wants.”

Ricky’s concern turned to obvious anger. “Sonofabitch.”

She decided he looked even hotter when he was mad, but still opted to change the subject. “So, you come to say hi for her birthday?”

“Well…” He cast her a sheepish look. “That, and I wanted to talk to her about something. When your mom is dry, she’s got a level head on her, and she’s a good listener.”

Rhonda leaned closer, wishing she’d worn a shirt that showed off more cleavage. “Hey, I’m a good listener, too. Spill it to me.”

Still, the sheepish look remained. He rubbed the back of his neck with a big hand. At six feet, he wasn’t a giant, technically, but he towered over her petite five-foot two.

“Come on.” She poked him gently in the ribs and smiled. “What’s up. You were always there for me when you were with Mom. Let me be there for you.”

“Okay.” He held up his palm. “But you can’t get angry. Deal?”

Curiosity piqued, she frowned. “Sure. But, tell you what. Let’s go talk up in my room. I’ve got an eighth of Purple Kush in there…”

Grinning, he stepped back from her and mocked an authoritative voice. “As your former guardian, I can’t condone—”

She gave him a light slap on the chest. “Oh, please. I know you’re as chronic as I am. Only Mom hates it when I smoke it in her area of the house. So, my room it is.”

She glanced at his face to gauge his reaction, but if he found her insistence on smoking up in her room odd, he didn’t show it. Instead, they talked about her college, and his latest music projects, while they walked up the stairs. So far, her plan was going smoothly.

After removing a small, wooden chest from her dresser she flopped on the bed. “So, what’s up?”

With a sigh, he joined her. “I’m quitting Devoid.”

She was in the middle of rolling a fat spliff, but the news stopped her. “You’re kidding…I hope.”

His brilliant blue eyes deepened with obvious weariness. “No, I’m serious. I need a break, Ronnie. I’ve been doing a lot of session work lately, and it’s nice. Cash without the notoriety. Just straight up music. No flash and image.”

The use of his old nickname for her made her weak in the gut. She softened, and she wondered if he used it on purpose to buffer her reaction. “But, damn, you’ve been with those guys for 25 years, Ricky.”

She lit up, took a deep drag, and passed the quality ganja his way. He smiled and took a toke, and she was glad to see some of his usual good humor return.

“I know,” he said. “But we all need time away from each other.”

They talked about his departure from Devoid some more, finishing off a second spliff, and Rhonda relaxed. He told her he’d be in town all weekend, and she decided it was time to really open up and enact her plan.

“You know…I had the biggest crush on you as a kid. You’re the reason I aspired to the rock star lifestyle in high school.”

He stared at her from across the bed, his eyes slightly glazed and red from the green goodness. His charming, wide smile flashed. “Well, I’m flattered. But I was never much of a rock star.”

“Can I confess something?” she whispered, and her mouth felt so dry. “I still want you.” She held her breath and avoided his gaze, until she felt callused fingertips brush her chin.

“Ronnie…” he said, and she couldn’t read the intent behind the word. Was he rejecting her? “Are you sure?”

She gazed into those glittering blue eyes and forgot to breathe once more. Rhonda licked her lips. “Yes.”

His hand moved behind her head and cupped it. She leaned into his palm.

“I’m twenty-five years older than you,” he said.

In frustration, she reached down and yanked his belt loose. “Do you think I care?” The THC had boosted her courage just enough.

“Apparently not,” he said, as he pushed her to the bed, while she slid his jeans off his hips.

Braced on his knuckles, he hovered over her and stared. “You know, when I came to visit you in college, last year… You tried to seduce me then, didn’t you?”

She blushed and thought about closing her eyes. “Yeah…but I passed out. Learned my lesson about smoking up and downing a bottle of Jack at the same time.”

He chuckled at this, but there was no malice in the laughter. Ricky gently squeezed her hips with his knees and then lowered his face until their noses were inches apart. “I think you bluffed about your experience that night, too. How many partners have you really had, Ronnie?”

“Three,” she whispered.

Ricky arched an eyebrow. “Not the sixteen you tried to convince me of, eh? Well, tonight, let me teach you some of those tricks you lied about.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, and she felt like a child, which angered her for a moment, until he parted her lips with his tongue and shoved it deep in her mouth. Giving a little moan, she returned the kiss. Ricky parted her thighs and helped her lose the pants and red silk thong she wore. His underwear soon followed.

“Your mother would kill us if she found out,” he whispered, as his fingers slid down her wet labia, parting the inner lips.

“You sound like one of your cheesy power ballads again,” she said, but his thumb massaged her clit and she forgot to be a smart ass. Warm sensation tingled and built in her vagina, then worked its way up from deep inside her pelvis.

“Hey, you’re a big fan of those songs,” he said, adding another finger to the ones he already had buried in her cunt.

“I know, but they’re still cheesy.”

Rhonda moaned loudly as the pleasant pressure increased. Sometime during this make-out session, they had lost their shirts, and her bra, but she only vaguely recognized that as his tongue found her nipple and flitted over the sensitive tip. He twisted the fingers buried in her vagina and thrust them faster against her g-spot. She arched her back and ground her hips hard in time with his rhythm. Pressure in her pussy increased as he added another finger. She knew he had to be up to four inside her now.

His tongue slithered over her clit, while his hand rammed her, and she cried out as the explosion of stimuli rocked her whole body. She shivered and strained against the fucking, and his mouth as he greedily ate her cunt. Her breathing grew shallow as the pleasure took over, robbing her of the ability to think clear.

“You like that, Ronnie?”