5 comments/ 7833 views/ 4 favorites Ronnie's Song By: theartist94 This is my first time writing a story on here. Just thought I'd give it a go and see how it's received. More to come if you like what you read. Comments and feedback welcome! There is no sex in the first couple of chapters that I've planned so far. Just establishing relationships and build up etc. Thanks for reading! ***** "Michael, come on, I don't want to go!" I protested, as my brother persisted in dragging me towards my room to pack. "Tough! You're not spending another summer in your room with a notebook and pen," he said, stubbornly. Reaching my room, he located my suitcase from under my bed and made his way to my closet. Watching from my perch on the window ledge, I observed him choosing various shirts, hoodies, jeans and tracksuit bottoms and throwing them haphazardly into the suitcase. Sighing, I got up from my seat, walked to the mess he had created and began to fold and rearrange them neatly. "Woah, woah, woah!" I exclaimed, as he attempted to pack a red lace dress and black heels. "It's for the party on the last night, Ronnie. You can't wear jeans," he said, side-stepping me and adding them to the growing pile. Rolling my eyes and giving him a playful shove, I allowed him to add a pair of wellies and trainers. While his back was turned, I reached below my pillow, and silently packed my notebook and fountain pen. My brother -- the pain in my backside. He was forcing me to go along with him to some teenage summer camp for two weeks. As much as I loved him, he just didn't understand that I liked being holed up in my room, writing. Although it wasn't as if I'd let him see what I wrote, or ever told him why it made me so happy. Eventually though, I gave in and let him usher me to his car and drive me to the bus. Pulling up alongside the other cars, the sight of about twenty other teenagers caught my eyes. The girls were hopelessly dolled up; one of them was even prancing around in a pair of heels with a handbag on her arm. The guys were almost as bad, supporting designer jeans and gelled hair. All except for four of them, who had dressed suitably in tracksuits and trainers. The four made their way over to our car as I got out and took my suitcase off my brother. Michael grabbed each of his friends into a hug as they approached him. "About time you got here, mate!" the boy I knew as Josh roared to Michael. "Yeah, and I see you've brought a friend," one of them said, eyeing me suggestively. Michael moved forward towards him and glared: "That's my sister, Nate". His reply was blunt and he gave him a look that screamed 'off limits, you bastard!' "There's no way that's wee Ronnie!" boomed a voice from behind me. I squealed as a strong pair of arms enveloped me around the middle and spun me into a vice-like hug. Shocked, I looked up at whoever was gripping me. "Aaron!" I heard the other boys exclaim. Keeping me pinned to his wasit, he reached for each of his friends in turn and hugged them too. "When did you get back?" Michael asked. "I thought you were in Australia for the rest of the summer." Finally releasing me, he answered Michael's question, but I heard none of it. Aaron. I couldn't believe he was back. He was my brother's best friend. We got along really well together. When my dad died, he helped - a lot. He became like a big brother to me, and I loved him as one. But then why, when he put his arm around me did I get butterflies. Why, when he released me did I yearn for him to replace it? "Hello? Ronnie?" I heard Michael say. Interrupting my thoughts, I saw people were already starting to get on the bus. Michael's friend Riley took my suitcase off me to pack it with the rest. Climbing on the bus, I looked around for a seat. "Ronnie!" Aaron shouted, motioning for me to sit with him. Taking a deep breath, I moved toawrds him. I was about to sit down, when I felt someone push past me and slide in to the seat beside Aaron. "Baby!" exclaimed the girl I has seen earlier, as she pulled Aaron's mouth to hers for a long kiss. When she finally released him, Aaron said, "Hey, Sam. I was saving this seat for Ronnie actually. We've got a lot of catching up to do, don't we kiddo?" He smiled up at me. That amazing crooked smile, that lit up his entire face. The smile that sent light straight to his eyes. Even in the early morning light, they seemed to twinkle brightly, as his messy brown hair fell perfectly into them. Behind that smile though, I could tell he'd much rather spend the journey with his hot, blonde girlfriend. I made my excuses and sat in an empty seat, facing the window. "Hey!" exclaimed a figure, settling in beside me. I turned, seeing the boy Nate from earlier. I smiled politely and we introduced ourselves. He apologised for what he had said earlier and we started a conversation. Nate greeted the last of Michael's friends, and told me his name was Tiernan. He sat in the seat in front of us alongside a petite brunette I guessed to be his girlfriend. Soon after, while I was talking and now laughing with Nate, the bus took off to a chorus of cheers from many passengers. I chanced a glance at Aaron and saw him with an arm around Sam, sloppily making out with her. I looked at his toned arm muscles and felt -- jealous? Shaking my head, I returned to my conversation with Nate. An hour later, I must have dozed off. The full effect of being up at six o'clock in the morning finally took its toll. I awoke with a start at a clam voice and a gentle shake. I looked up and saw Nate. I'd fallen asleep against his chest and he had his arm around me. We had reached a small diner. Grinning apologetically, I got off Nate and stood to leave the bus. "Don't worry about it," Nate said. "As long as you were comfortable." "I think you were the comfortable one. I never fall asleep on people," I said, laughing. Again I looked at Aaron. He was off the bus with an arm around Sam. I walked alongside Nate, and we resumed our previous conversation. When everyone had eaten their fill, we boarded the bus again. I reclaimed my previous seat and Nate his. Raising an eyebrow, he offered me his chest to lean on again. I did. Nate was definitely comfortable. And warm. And he smelled nice. As well as that, he was really attractive. With a thick head of blonde hair and blue eyes, he was in perfect contrast to my red curls and green eyes, He was well toned too. And the way his arm wrapped so easily around me made me feel safe. We reached the camp shortly after eleven o'clock. As I got off the bus, I said to Nate, "I'm sorry, I'm not the best company." He laughed my statement off, shrugging. "I don't mind," he said. I waited for him to continue, but he remained silent. We were met by five camp workers. We were divided into groups, and assigned a counsellor. My group consisted of Nate, Aaron, Sam and a girl called Rose. Our counsellor introduced herself as Gemma. She explained that the next day, other teenagers would join us, as that we would then begin the various activities laid out for us. Tonight we could do as we wished. After showing us to our cabin -- 3b -- she left us to ourselves. Hauling my suitcase beside me, we made our way to cabin 3b. It had one room and one bathroom. Sam, still wearing her ridiculous heels, stomped her way to her choice of bed and flung herself down on it. Eyeing Aaron, she said, "Nice and springy. That'll come in handy." She winked at him. Not bothering to check his response, I moved my way to an empty bed and sat myself on top of it. The girl Rose, Nate and Aaron followed suit. There were three spare beds which, for now, were used to house our luggage until the new arrivals joined us. Sam had three giant suitcases and two smaller ones, which took up an entire bed alone. How many clothes could one girl own, never mind bring to a camp? Lying on top of the duvet I felt myself falling asleep, yet again. Just before dropping off, I was aware of a figure lifting me to place me inside the covers. The person planted a delicate, warm kiss on my forehead. Sighing, I gave in to sleep. Ronnie's Song Ch. 02 Thanks for the feedback from the first volume of 'Ronnie's Song'! Here's the second, hope you enjoy it. ****** I woke as a pillow struck my face. Blinking in the morning light, I saw Sam's smug face as she turned on her heel and made her way into the bathroom. Looking down at my own body, I envied hers. Her slim stomach, perfectly formed breasts and well toned legs. I paled in comparison. I wasn't fat - that I knew, but I didn't exactly have the best body proportions. No wonder Aaron never looked twice at me. Remembering the mystery figure from last night, I smiled as Nate settled down beside me. "It must have been him," I thought. "We got along really well, and he seemed to like me. I was attracted to him. And he was available - unlike Aaron." As we fell into a comfortable talk about what we might be doing that day, I started wondering if I could ever see Nate in a different light. When he laughed at my jokes, I knew my answer - yes. His laugh sent warmth right through me. We got ready for our first day of activities, and for the first time since I'd seen Aaron again - I wasn't thinking about him. When we met Gemma in the main hall, we found out that our first activity would be canoeing. We made our way to the lake and strapped on life jackets. After a brief instruction and safety check from one of the life guards, we paired off - me with Nate, Aaron with Sam and Gemma with Rose. At first it was awkward to maneuver the canor, however we took it in our stride, laughing and eventually we reached a pace both of us were comfortable with. "So...tell me about you," Nate inquired. Blushing, I looked away from him. "Me is boring," I said, not bothering to hide my discomfort. "I don't think so..." Nate started, as though afraid he might be pushing his luck. I looked up into his blue eyes. Taking a long breath, I asked, "Well what do you want to know?" He wanted to know everything. "How much time do we have?" I laughed. We stopped rowing for a while. "Well, me and Michael live with our mum, Sarah and our sister, Orla. She's six. As you probably know from Michael, our dad died when I was fifteen. I'm eighteen now..." I trailed off. The look on his face told me everything - he hadn't known at all. "I'm so sorry," he said, solemnly. "I've only know Michael a year...I didn't know..." He stopped, looking embarrassed. I smiled. "It's okay. I'm kind of over it," I lied. "Plus, he died doing something he loved." When he asked how, I told him everything. How he'd been racing his motorcycle in practice for a competition. How he hadn't seen the obstruction on the road ahead, and how the collision with another bike killed him instantly. I fought my tears. Gradually, we returned to cheerier conversation, and it wasn't until an hour and a half had passed until we noticed that our oars were floating far from the canoe. "Hah!" he laughed. "Looks like you're going to have to go rescue them!" My eyes widened. "Me? You're the gentleman!" I squealed. It was then he lunged for me. Grabbing me, and holding me in a fireman's lift, he looked cheekily into my eyes. "Trust me?" he questioned. I hesitated. "Theoretically?" I was shaking with anticipation. "Then hold your breath!" he shouted, and with that, he jumped right into the freezing lake, still clutching me in his arms. Spluttering, we rose to the surface. Giving a shriek, I sent a wave of water at him, and watched as he ducked under the water to avoid it. He swam below me, grabbed my feet and propelled himself upwards, causing me to rest on his shoulder, as he raised me above water level. I was laughing as he lowered me slowly, and turned me to face him. We were treading water, as he pulled me close to him. Up against his firm chest, my hands laying on his upper arms, I could hear his increased breathing and was sure he could hear mine. I looked longingly into his blue eyes, and saw the same look in them, as he reached a hand to brush a soaking red curl out of my green ones. The movement sent a shiver up my spine, and he sensed it. He leaned closer to me, and I closed my eyes as he drew nearer. I was thoroughly disappointed when he placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding. I opened my eyes and saw his slight smile. "I'll get the oars," he said, lifting me back into the canoe. I watched breathlessly as he located them, and began to swim back. We rowed back in silence. Not an uncomfortable one - rather a confused one, like we were both attempting to figure out what we wanted. When we reached land, I got out of the boat, and turned to see Nate staring at me intently. "What's wrong?" I smiled, giving a tense chuckle. Shaking his head to indicate nothing was wrong, he moved to walk alongside me and snaked his hand into mine, linking our fingers loosely. Smiling at each other, we silently agreed to a walk around the camp. Before long, we were laughing, joking and pushing each other playfully. As we walked, I rested my head in the crook of his neck and was pleased when he didn't shove me off. Nate make me feel special. He made me feel wanted - needed even. I was hopelessly attracted to his rugged good looks. But then, how come I got the feeling that something was missing? What more could I want? Ronnie's Song Ch. 03 Once again, thanks to all those who've followed Ronnie's Song so far. All requests have been taken on board! ****** That night with Nate had been awkward. After the day on the lake, he had seemed to keep his distance, moving away from me when people came near and acting like we hadn't just been talking. I was frustrated. The next day, I got out of bed at one o'clock and tripped. Looking back, I saw my suitcase lying at the foot of my bed. I glanced around the room and vaguely remembered our late night guests - the twins Lauren and Noah. Their group had gotten lost the previous day and arrived at camp around midnight. By the time they got themselves settled in our cabin, I was drifting off on top of my duvet. I faintly remembered a shadow coming across to my bed and wrapping a sheet around me. Glancing back, I saw the sheet from the only vacant bed lying on the floor - it must have fell when I got up. I thought of Nate, scowling. His moods were very confusing. Although it was only our second day, we had the day off to do as we pleased. I took a shower and dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and converse trainers. Pulling my hair back into a rough bun, I left the cabin. I was apparently the last one awake. Blinking in the bright afternoon light, I started to make my way towards the lake. It was pretty big, and I decided a walk might clear my head. I headed in the rough direction of the cliffs that met the further side of the lake at a leisurely pace, taking my time - I was in no rush. I began to think. About Nate. About Aaron. "Boy do I know how to pick 'em!" I considered. Before long, I had reached the incline in the path. Glancing back at the camp, I decided to keep going. I maneuvered around the rocks and boulders, coming to rest on a large boulder. I leaned back against it, staring up into the sky. What was wrong with Nate lately? He had been fine on the bus. He seemed fine out on the lake - until we shared that...moment? In all honesty, I didn't know what it was we had. I wanted him to kiss me, and I think he wanted to kiss me...but he hadn't. I gave a growl of frustration. "What's up, moody?" I heard a voice. An all too familiar voice. I sat up, and saw Aaron standing in front of me, hands on hips. "How come you're out here all on your lonesome?" he said, parroting a phrase we used to always say to each other. Smiling, I replied, "Thinking." "Hmm..." he looked at me, quizzically. He walked forward towards me, and sat down on the edge of the rock. "Scoot over," he said. I moved over to the edge of the rock, and leaned back again. He did the same. We sat in perfect silence. "I missed you..." he finally said. Turning my head to face him, I said, "I missed you too." He sighed what seemed a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes. It reminded me of when he was younger. I stifled a giggle. He turned to me, with a look in his eyes that was asking for a reason for my laughter. Seeing his eyebrow raised slightly, and his mouth in his all-too-familiar crooked grin, I burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, you find me funny, do you?" he said, playfully. He seized me around the middle, and hauled me over to him. He then began mercilessly attacking my sides with his fingers. My laughter only increased. "Ahhhh! No! Aaron! No fair!" I squealed, in between giggles. I attempted my escape, by giving him a dig in the ribs. He grunted, as his grip on me slipped. I sprang up, and ran. I dodged rock after rock, my laughter sounding around me. I could hear his footsteps behind me though, and it was only a matter of time before he caught up with me. Catching me around the waist, he pulled me back into him, and pushed me forward into a flat piece of cliff. Now trapped, facing the rock with him pressed behind me, I was helpless to his tickling. I thrashed around a lot, but his hold on me was strong. "Please, Aaron! I'm sorry!" I laughed. My sides were beginning to ache. He stopped briefly, keeping his arms around me. "What was that?" he teased. "I'm sorry. I'll never never never never ever ever laugh at you again!" I promised, turning my head to look at him so he could see I was being sincere. It was at that moment, that it seemed to register with both of us how close we were. I looked into his eyes. His face started into that crooked smile. In anticipation of seeing it, I bit the corner of my lip. His face fell and his gaze moved to my mouth. He leaned towards me. His lips pressed lightly against mine. I signed and melted back into him. Taking this for encouragement, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along my lower lip. I opened my mouth to him. With that, he deepened the kiss. It wasn't urgent - we didn't need it to be. I reached back and cupped his cheek, and his hands fell on either side of my upper thighs. A variety of thoughts were rushing through my head. Was this really happening? He turned me slowly to face him, not letting our lips part. He gently pressed me against the rock, and moved his hands to cup my ass. My arms reached up and my hands landed in his hair. When he felt this, he pressed into my mouth further. His tongue fought furiously with mine. He started to press the lower half of his body into my crotch, which was on fire by now. I felt his erection through his beach shorts. I gasped against his lips. With that, as though realising what he had just done, he broke the kiss off. We didn't move...merely rested against each other, foreheads pressed together, catching our breaths. "Shit..." I heard him murmur. With that I remembered - Sam. He had a girlfriend. He was my brother's best friend. He was like my brother. Of course he would regret this - think it a silly mistake in the heat of the moment. I was mortified. I let my arms fall from him, and I turned my gaze away from his face. His eyes were closed in frustration. I reached my hands to his, and pulled him gently away from me. He reached an arm above me and rested his hand against the rock beside my head. He was still so close - I couldn't side step him. "Aaron..." I started. He didn't respond. I was crushed. He wouldn't even talk to me. I eventually managed to shift him far enough so that I could push past him. I walked purposely back the way I had come. How could I have been so stupid to think that he actually wanted to kiss me? He had Sam - blonde and beautiful. That's what guys liked, right? After a long and thoroughly depressing walk, I finally reached the cabin. There was no one in. I climbed in below the duvet, and huddled into a ball. Aaron would never talk to me again...I'd lost my best friend. I realised, looking at the clock on the wall that it was shortly after five in the afternoon - I'd spent more time up in the cliffs than I thought. As if proving a point, my stomach gave a rumble. I vacated my bed, walked outside and began to make my way over to the food hall. I hadn't noticed the chilly air. "I should have brought a jacket," I thought. Right on cue, someone stepped up behind me and wrapped a zip up jacket around my shoulders. "Cold out," the person commented. I turned to face him - Nate. I smiled at him. "Thanks," I said. He nodded his welcome and we continued to walk. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and buried myself in the heat of the jacket. I heard him titter. I looked at him, confused as to why he was laughing. "You look so cute wrapped in my jacket like that," he said, amusement playing behind his eyes. I blushed and dropped my gaze. As though registering what he just said, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, where have you been all afternoon?" he asked. I paused before answering. "I walked up the cliffs. Just needed to think." "Think about...?" he quizzed. "Anything...everything..." I answered. He contemplated that for a minute. "I'm sorry," he finally came up with. "What for?" I asked, not meeting his gaze. He stopped me. "For being a dick last night. I was just...confused." "Yeah...join the club," I said, bluntly. I realised too late it sounded worse than I meant it to. But I was confused - hopelessly so. I liked Nate a lot. But I liked Aaron too. The catch was - he didn't like me back. His reaction on the cliff told me that. We reached the food hall, and went in to join the people from our cabin. Nate and I didn't talk at all while eating. But he sat right next to me. Probably closer than was necessary. I didn't mind. It was then that Aaron walked in. His eyes went directly to me, and he held my gaze. I however, did not. "I'm not hungry..." I muttered, and got up from the table. "Ronnie, wait..." Aaron began, as I walked past him. I didn't wait. I kept on walking. Silence behind me showed he hadn't followed. I made my way to the cabin and reached for my suitcase. I pulled my notebook and pen from it, and began to write. It was already half full - quite impressive considering it was a big book. I used all my pent up emotion and poured it into the book...my stress deflating as it had done ever since I started the book. When I finally finished, I put the book below my pillow, stripped to my underwear and climbed below the duvet. It wasn't late, but the days events had taken its toll. I lay awake, barely. Lazily thinking about everything. Why did it all have to be so complicated..? Ronnie's Song Ch. 04 I apologise to all my readers for the wait! This one is a special chapter to make up for my absence, and I also plan to submit the next chapter soon. I intend to have it written tomorrow. Thanks to all those who have supported Ronnie's Song! Enjoy.. ------ The next few days at camp were terrible. I avoided Aaron at all costs, although he didn't make any massive attempts to talk to me. As well as this, Nate could sense my misery and tried unsuccessfully to cheer me up. This only made me feel worse. Nate was a good person, and I was moping over the events that happened on the cliff with Aaron. I knew nothing would come of our kiss, and yet I longed that by some miracle, something would. We were rock climbing today, and as I stood at the bottom of the wall, watching Sam being harnessed in, I started to envy her. Aaron could never see anything in me because Sam was everything. She was gorgeous - as much as I hated to admit it. If I were Aaron, I knew who I would pick. Sam ascended the wall with great agility, punched the red buzzer and propelled gracefully back to the bottom, landing with a bounce. Of course she could do anything perfectly. "Ok Ronnie, you're next," I heard Gemma saying. "Oh..uh...no, I-I don't think..." I stammered. There was no way I was going up that wall. Gemma walked towards me with the harness outstretched to me. "Come on, it's not that hard. Climb, hit the buzzer, and then push yourself off from the wall." I began to protest again, but a sneer from Sam stopped me in my tracks. I looked at Aaron. He had his arm around Sam, looking at me with disinterest. I grabbed the harness off Gemma and she helped me strap myself into it. She gave me a pat on the back to signal I was good to go. With shaky hands, I began to climb. I got about half way up when I looked down at my cabin mates - big mistake. My head swam and I clutched the wall for dear life. I didn't move. I registered Gemma's encouraging words but didn't retain any of them. "How could you have been so stupid as to climb a wall when you're scared of heights?!" I screamed inside my head. I began to hyperventilate. It felt like I had been up there hours, whereas in reality it had only been a few minutes. My palms began to sweat and I feared I would lose my grip. It was then I felt soft hands around my shoulders. I looked behind me, straight into Nate's blue eyes. "I've got you," he said reassuringly. He stood behind me and clipped my harness onto his own. Putting his arms around my waist, he encouraged me to let go. When I did, he kicked off the wall and propelled us both to the ground. I landed with a huge sigh. My relief was cut short at Sam's cruel laughter. "Scared of heights, Ronnie?" she spat. Looking around at the other people gathered round the climbing wall, staring at me, I tried not to be humiliated, but my face quickly took a blush. I bit back my retort to her, and ran from the clearing, just holding in my tears. I wasn't aware I was running to the cabin until I reached it. It was ridiculous the amount of times I had cut my days short by retiring to the cabin to write in my book when I got upset. I hated Michael for dragging me along to this place. I again started to write. Shortly after, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to Nate. "Why are you knocking? This is your cabin too," I said to him, letting him sidestep past me before closing the door. "I knew you were upset and thought you wouldn't want anyone with you," he said in a soft voice. I made my way back to my bunk and sat down, pulling my book onto my lap. "Sam's a bitch," he said simply. I laughed. "Understatement of the year," I said. It was his turn to laugh. His tantalising laughter sent warmth up me again, as it had done since I first met him. His gaze dropped to my knees. "What's that?" he said, pointing to my book. I put it under my pillow. "Nothing..." I mumbled, embarrassed. "Hey...it's ok. If you don't want to show me, that's fine," he said, raising his hands in surrender. I looked at him curiously. "It's just something I've had with me the past few years. Something to...help," I said. He nodded his understanding. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand for me to take. I took it and he hauled me to my feet. He dragged me out the door. "Where are you taking me, Mr MacIntyre?" I said, cheekily referring to him by his surname. He raised his eyebrows and tapped his nose - a secret. He produced a blindfold and wrapped it around my eyes. I brushed it with my fingers and he batted my hands away playfully. "Ah-ah! No touching!" he chastised. I let my hands fall and he took them again, guiding me. After a short walk, he stopped. He released my hand and I heard the crunch of gravel as he walked a short distance away. "Ok. Take it off," he said. I slowly removed the blindfold, and gasped. We were at a small wooden gazebo, overlooking the lake. It was covered in dazzling fairy lights. It was beautiful. My eyes fell to Nate, standing in the middle of the gazebo. "Did you do all this?" I questioned, following him. He nodded. "For you..." he said. "I know you've been upset lately, and although I don't know why, I just hope it isn't with me. I've been acting like an ass lately, trying to deny whatever I feel for you, but I can't. I really like you, Ronnie. I know I've only known you a few days, but I really do." He shrugged casually. I smiled at him, and wrapped my arms in a fierce hug around him. He reciprocated, sweeping me off my feet and spinning me in a circle. "Gosh, don't lift me, you'll hurt yourself," I gasped, squirming in his arms. "As if," he scoffed. I blushed and dropped my gaze to the ground. "Hey..." he whispered, cupping a finger in below my chin and bringing my eyes back to look at him. I swallowed, and felt a jolt of electricity. He looked at me intensely, and leant towards me. He enveloped my mouth in a harsh kiss, bruising my lips with his own. I let out a moan against his mouth and opened to his probing tongue. His hand swept up to hold my neck, slanting his lips over mine in a punishing, longing way. I was soon breathless, as his tongue duelled with mine in fierce passion. His free right hand reached down to hold my left hand, and my right wrapped lazily around his bicep. Finally, he let me up for air. We were both panting with want, staring at each other, our faces masked with desire. He lifted me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist. I linked my arms behind his head. Our eyes never losing contact, he carried me all the way to the cabin. I blushed and bit my lip in embarrassment that he had carried me so far. His face darkened and he dropped me to my feet, tugging lightly on my chin to free my lip. "Don't bite your lip," he said, hoarsely. I just stared at him. He engulfed me in his arms once again, and captured my mouth in a second kiss. I was caught just as off guard as the first time he kissed me. Nate backed me up into the wall, and used it as leverage to push his length against me. I let out a throaty moan and turned my head to the side. He began trailing kisses and bites along my neck, sending little shocks to my core. I was so hot. "Nate..." I panted, cupping my fingers under the hem of his shirt to signal that I wanted him to take it off. He quickly removed the garment, and trailed his own fingers under my t-shirt, rubbing his way higher in lazy circles. I squeaked slightly as he touched a ticklish spot on my abdomen, and repeated the sound when he touched it again. I felt his smile against my neck. "I love the little noises you make," he said, huskily. His words sent a flood of heat to my groin. As if sensing what his words had done to me, he removed the t-shirt and cupped my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples outside of my bra. I let out a moan and arched my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands. "Take it off," I moaned, needing to feel his hands against my naked breasts. He did as I asked, only instead of placing his hands back on my breasts, he began sensually nipping the mounds with his teeth. I squirmed in anticipation. He bathed my breasts with his tongue, seemingly avoiding my nipples to drive me insane. "Nate!" I groaned, throbbing with need. He finally took my left nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue brutally over it. My knees buckled with a throaty whine, and he grabbed my waist and held me steady. My hand drifted slowly to his jeans and unbuttoned them. He continued his assault on my nipples, while helping me to take down his trousers and boxers. I placed my hand experimentally on his erection - it was hard, but still soft to touch. He groaned deeply, removing his mouth from my breast and dropping his head to look at my hand. I slowly began to rub up and down his length. He hissed through his teeth, and stopped my movements with his own hand. "If you keep that up, tonight won't last very long," he said in warning. I was amazed that I had such an effect on him. Slowly, he began removing my own jeans, along with my panties. I blushed as his hand came in contact with my obvious arousal. He grinned. "Feeling a little...hot?" he teased with a wink. I smiled up at him, sheepishly. With the burden of my jeans gone, he used his leg to separate mine, and ran a finger up my aroused slit. I cried out. "God Ronnie, you are hot," he said, sounding surprised. With that, he lifted me by the waist, my legs wrapping instinctively around him, and as he pressed my back against the wall, he sank me onto the full length of his erection in one stroke. My cry of pain seemed to echo around the cabin, and Nate stilled inside me, tensing immediately. He knew what he had done. "Ronnie....why didn't you tell me?!" he ground out with the strain of holding himself immobile. The pain of Nate taking my virginity consumed my mind. I couldn't even summon the strength to answer him. I braced my head in the crook of his neck, taking deep breaths while trying to overcome the pain of his penetration. After a while I felt his jostling as he carried me to one of the single beds - his bed. As gently as he could, he lay me down on his pillow with my legs still around his waist, his cock still lodged deeply inside me - God he felt so good! It was then I realised that the pain was ebbing away into a dull ache. I flexed my hips experimentally and was rewarded with a low groan from the base of Nate's throat, as well as a shock of pleasure being sent to my pussy. He looked at me with caution, as though seeking permission to continue. I flexed again in response. He then began to withdraw from me. It was agonisingly slow. I could feel every ridge and vein on his hard member, and they all seemed to rub me in exactly the right places. I let go of a soft moan. When he was almost fully out, he started to push in again, slightly faster than his withdrawal. I could tell that the slow pace was killing him, but I wasn't sure if I could take it if he got faster. The pain from the breaking of my maidenhead served to remind me of how disastrously wrong this could go. Even so, as Nate began to pick up his pace, I felt myself starting to respond to him. A delicious ache was building up deep inside me, and I pushed my hips up in time to his downward thrusts. "God Ronnie you feel so good!" Nate exclaimed, thrusting harder each time. My moans and pants were constant now. "You like this, baby?" Nate growled, as he pushed in all the way and began to rotate his hips teasingly against me, grinding hard against my clit. I cried out my pleasure. "Say it... tell me how hot you are for me," he encouraged. "I'm so fucking hot for you!" I exclaimed, surprising even myself. Nate's eyes widened, as his face took on a feral look and he began to pump in and out of my pussy even faster than before. I was fast reaching my completion, and Nate was too. "Nate...I-I'm going t-to..." I began. Reaching his hand between our joined bodies, he pushed his thumb against my aching clit and rubbed, hard. I fell over the edge into complete oblivion with a harsh cry, and clamped down on his cock as he surged into me with a roar of his own orgasm, bathing the insides of my pussy walls with his cum. We lay like that for a while, Nate's arms forming a cage around me at my head, my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still lodged inside me. When it flopped out, he rolled over me onto his side and pulled my back up against him. I soon realised I was exhausted. He pulled the duvet around us both and placed a soft kiss on my temple. "Sleep, beautiful..." I heard him whisper. I vaguely remember thinking that it was only the afternoon and I shouldn't be asleep at such a time, but I gave into my exhaustion with a sigh, snuggling close to Nate and being genuinely happy for the first time since coming to the camp... Ronnie's Song Ch. 05 The next instalment in the series. I don't plan to have many chapters following this one, but I don't intend this to be my last story. Thanks again to all dedicated followers of the series! ------ Waking up with Nate had to have been one of the best feelings I'd had in a long time. The feel of his arm draped over me, clutching me to his body - I could feel the hard planes of his abdomen against my back. His face was pressed lightly into the back of my head, inhaling the aroma of my shampoo as he breathed, deeply asleep. As I shifted slightly, attempting to wiggle free so that I could get up to use the bathroom, he unconsciously clutched me tighter, before relaxing again. I slipped from his arms, put on his oversized t-shirt from earlier in the day and made my way to the bathroom. When I'd finished I looked at the clock perched on his bedside table - 6 o'clock. We'd slept right through the rest of the day's activities. Smiling, I made my way to the edge of the bed where Nate was still sleeping, his arm outstretched where I had been resting beside him. I folded my arms, leant my weight on one leg and just stared at him. Nate was everything. He was good looking, funny, charming, and he was a hell of a lover - I blushed slightly at the memory. I still couldn't shake the feeling however, that there was something missing...a longing I didn't know was there. I frowned slightly. "Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to get your beautiful little ass back into bed?" Nate said, cracking open an eyelid to look at me. I squeaked slightly as his voice startled me, and averted my gaze hastily. "I-uh...I thought you were asleep," I said, sheepishly. He only laughed, and reached out a hand to yank me down beside him. With me facing him, he laid his hand lazily on my hip, and dragged me in for a long, drugging kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips claimed mine. Eventually, he stopped kissing me, and I reddened when I realised I was slightly breathless. He looked at me hungrily. "I like seeing you dressed in my t-shirt..." he whispered. "It's sexy." I looked away from him. "We should go and grab dinner," I said, getting out of bed to get dressed. As I went to pull off Nate's t-shirt, I felt him pin my arms to my sides as he stood pressed behind me. He whispered directly into my ear, "Fine...but keep the shirt on." I laughed, stepped out of his embrace and reached to pull on my discarded panties and jeans. Checking to see that Nate was otherwise occupied, I reached under my pillow for my book, and tucked it into the top band of my jeans, and placed my pen into my jean pocket. A short while later, we were both making our way to the food hall, hand in hand. We didn't speak - we didn't have to. Everything was perfect. That was, until we reached the doors of the food hall. As quick as lightening, Nate dropped my hand and walked through the double doors, leaving me outside the hall, alone. Confused, I followed him into the hall. I scanned the room for Nate, and found him sitting at a table with Michael, Josh, Tiernan and Riley, along with a few of the girls that came to the camp on our bus. I paused briefly at the door, staring in disbelief at Nate; but he didn't look up. He was laughing and smiling with his friends like nothing had ever happened. I pushed back tears. It was then that the growling of my stomach reminded me of my pending hunger. I walked towards the sandwich bar, grabbed a chicken sandwich, paid and sat at a vacant table. I ate in silence, mulling the day's events over in my head. Surely Nate hadn't meant anything by it. That afternoon he had been caring...loving even. He had been the perfect gentleman. What if it had all been a lie? A ruse to get into my pants...I felt ashamed. I registered someone sitting down opposite me. I looked up - it was Riley, Nate and Michael's friend. "You ok, Ronnie?" he said, sounding genuinely concerned. Then again, Nate had seemed genuine too. I plastered on a fake smile, "Yeah I'm fine." He looked at me with concern. "You know you can talk to any of us Ronnie? Especially Michael. You don't seem like you've been having the best time here." "Yeah, you wouldn't either if you'd just been through what I have," I replied mentally, my silent retort dripping with sarcasm. I laughed lightly, and returned my gaze to my food. Riley was sweet - yet another of my brother's friends that I'd grown up around. Like Aaron, Riley was like a brother to me, only he lacked a certain quality that Aaron possessed. I didn't know what it was, but there had always been something about Aaron that was different to all of Michael's friends. Riley clearing his throat brought me out of my thoughts. My eyes snapped up to meet his, and I saw the confused, rather embarrassed look on his face. It was then I remembered that I had gone off in a daydream. Blushing, I murmured an apology. "Just...promise me that you'll talk to someone Ronnie," he said, gently. With that, he got up off his seat, made his way to my side of the table and grabbed me into a rib-cracking hug. I returned the hug whole-heartedly. I hadn't seen or spoken to Riley in about a year - he and Michael had drifted last summer. I had forgotten how much he used to mean to me. I could never see Riley in a romantic setting - always a big brother figure...unlike some people I knew. It was then that I realised I was becoming obsessed with Aaron. I needed a distraction. And it just turned out that distraction came in the form of Sam. "Jeez Ronnie, try not to crush him to death! Clingy much? Riley, you should maybe step back before she mistakes kindness for a marriage proposal," she bit, cruelly. I jumped apart from Riley, looking directly into Sam's cold eyes. "Jeez Sam, bitchy much?" I started, hiding my own shock at my words behind my mask of bravery. The whole hall seemed to have gone silent. Sam's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I don't know who you think you are," she whispered furiously, "but no-one talks to me like that." Her whisper seemed to boom in the deafening silence that surrounded us. "Well clearly, I just did," I stated, boldly. If it was possible for Sam's expression to darken even more, it would have. Uh-oh. "Look at the mouse developing a mouth! How dare you. You're a fat, useless wannabe. I feel sorry for you. No real friends, no personality. If I were you, I'd just hurry up and end myself!" she all but screamed. My bravado quickly faded. Without looking to see the reaction of the people in the room, I turned swiftly on my heel and walked briskly from the hall, refusing to succumb to my tears. I made my way to the gym, where we were to be playing dodge ball the next day - I hated dodge ball. Sinking onto one of the soft mats, I withdrew my book and pen from my jeans and wrote. As always, the stress seemed to melt away and I could feel my body relaxing against the wall beside the mat I was sitting on. The next thing I knew, a hand was gently shaking me, and I opened my eyes to realise that it was dark out. I blinked rapidly, attempting to see the figure in front of me - Aaron. "Hey..." he said, tucking his hands into his jeans' pockets and scuffing the toe of his converse along the floor. He reminded me of a toddler who had just been told off. I laughed. He looked at me questioningly. "You look like a child standing like that," I explained. He smiled - that smile. "Well, you looked like a child curled up on that mat sleeping - I looked everywhere for you. So did Michael and Riley," he said. "But not Nate," I couldn't help but bitterly add inside my head. The memory of what happened inside the food hall made me flush with embarrassment. I had openly slagged his girlfriend - he was probably furious with me. "Ronnie - I'm sorry," he said, the pleading note in his voice startling me. "What for?" I asked, confused. "For Sam. It was totally uncalled for. What she said..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I hope you know that everything she said was complete bullshit, she's just not used to anyone standing up to her...let alone you." His last words angered me slightly. "What? Little mousey Ronnie can't stand up for herself once in a while without it shocking everyone to their cores? Well guess what? I gave up waiting on a knight in shining armour to stick up for me a long time ago, and I'm not about to just roll over and take everything that's thrown at me!" I rambled, getting to my feet, pushing past Aaron and heading straight for the gym doors. "Wait! Ronnie!" Aaron called, running up behind me and grabbing my arm to turn me to face him. "I never said you couldn't stick up for yourself. It was just so...out of character. You surprised everyone," he rushed, almost seeming desperate for me to understand his point of view. "Why are you even here?" I spat at him. "I don't need a lecture from you about how I shouldn't have spoken to your girlfriend the way I did or whatever." He looked at me like I had slapped him. I hated that look on his face. I only wanted to see him smile. "Do you honestly think that I came in here to have a go at you? I came to make sure you were all right. You did nothing wrong...and I've already given Sam the lecture so I think you're off the hook." His jokey tone at the end lightened the mood in the gym significantly. I looked up at him. His right eyebrow was raised and his mouth was set in his ever-famous crooked smile. I smiled back. As quick as it appeared, my smile vanished. "What do you mean you gave Sam a lecture?" I asked. He sighed, "I got tired of the way she was treating everyone - especially you. I told her that she was a cold-hearted bitch. I finished with her." I was stunned. "But she's Sam! Beautiful, blonde, skinny Sam. She's perfect," I shrieked at him, failing miserably at hiding my obvious envy. "Why are you bigging her up?" Aaron said, seemingly angry. "She may be all those things to some people Ronnie, but she has a horrible personality as I'm sure you've noticed." I snorted. "She's bitchy and horrible and not a very nice person in general," he said. "She hasn't got half of the good qualities you have. You're so much better." I swallowed, hard. The reminder of our moment on the cliff seemed to register on both of our faces, and we unconsciously took a few steps back from each other. He cleared his throat. "So...you plan on telling me what has got you so upset over the past couple of days? It wasn't...me?" he asked, changing the subject rather abruptly. Yes. "No," I lied. I realised that he wasn't going to settle for one word answers. "It's nothing, really. It's not a problem any more. "It's not Nate is it?" he guessed. How was I going to wheedle my way out of this one? "Because I know you've been spending a lot of time with him," he said through gritted teeth. I shrugged. "What happened, Ron?" he asked, reaching to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch took my breath away. "It's fiiiine," I assured him. "Yes I have been spending a lot of time with Nate but seriously I'm ok. I-We just...God, never mind it's not even...a problem..." I stuttered, fading off into silence as I saw the expression on his face turn like thunder. "Did he hurt you?" he growled, his protective instincts as sharp as always. "God, no!" I exclaimed, his expression seeming to lighten considerably. "Honestly Aaron can you just drop it! I don't really want to go into all the details of what happened and I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear them either so just leave it! It won't happen again anyway and I've said I'm fine so..." I stopped when I realised what I had said. As always, I had no control over my mouth. Aaron's face fell, and he stepped forward, cupping his hands under my chin and lifting my gaze to his. "Ronnie...please...tell me you didn't..." he whispered. I looked at him, my eyes wide. When I slowly closed my eyes and let out a large breath of air, I felt his own sharp exhale of disbelief, and the quick removal of his hands from my face. I already missed his contact. "I'll kill him!" he hissed, and by the time I opened my eyes to ask what he meant, he was already turned and walking towards the gym doors, his shoulders set in a firm line. "Aaron!" I called after him. I ran to keep up with his long strides. "Aaron this is crazy! What do you think you're going to do?" I pleaded with him, panting slightly. He ignored me. Aaron all but sprinted towards the lake, where an orange glow of a bonfire could be seen. Shadows all around it showed that almost the whole camp was gathered around it. When we finally reached the gathering, Aaron paused, and looked around him. "Aaron...! I began, stopping as he took off again. I sighed. I didn't bother to follow him. Although I wish I had. He marched straight up to Nate, hauled him to eye-level by the front of his t-shirt and punched him square in the face, allowing him to fall back to the ground with a grunt. "Woah woah, Aaron! What's your problem?" I heard Michael exclaim. Aaron ignored him. Instead, he knelt down beside Nate, crouched close in front of his face and said, "Never touch her again...or I'll end you." All eyes seemed to swivel to face me. With that, Aaron stood up, took one final look at me and turned to walk into the darkness. I'd seen that look in his eyes before. Only it had never been directed at me. It was the one emotion that I was glad I could never extract from Aaron, and it only served to prove how strong our bond had developed over the last few years. And as he looked at me with that exact emotion, my heart broke and I threatened to burst out in tears in front of the entire camp. For the first time in my life...I had disappointed him...