Again, strong content, if it isn't your thing you wouldn't be reading the second chapter.

Rhonda and Sean entered the great doors of Tiffany Smith's house with diminutive excitement. Rhonda was greeted by Nadine, a friend that she rarely talked to anymore; since the time when they were thirteen Rhonda had been very pressured about who she deemed friends, wanting all her peers to like her, she slowly drifted away from such people. Though, Arnold was still very popular, and yet, she had no intention of fucking him to further her social status, he was, well, still that nice guy. Rhonda liked a man to be rough with her when she needed it, that's why, in her mind, he'd never do.

At first glance, Sean was a well-mannered, intelligent young man, but he had another side that made Rhonda burn for him. He could disguise himself so well, that's why she loved him. Once she'd brought him to meet her parents, saying that he was her good 'gay' friend had worked. She convinced her parents into letting him stay the night, him being as wholesome as he appeared would allow for such rarities to occur within the Lloyd household.

It had been a cool, calm night about three months ago when it had taken place. They had been alone in her bedroom, giggling, telling each other things they'd never dreamt they'd tell another living soul. She had been with him innocently up until that point, kissing on the bus and between classes, but this was different, much different.

She'd been taken by surprise. First he kissed her, then he increased the ferocity of it, one hand moving down to grope her bottom while the other fondled her breast. She almost felt like exposing him – almost. You see, before that she was as innocent as all of the other girls, all of this kind of touch was foreign to her – but not for long. Soon she was moaning into his touch, and removing her clothing, along with his to further their expedition.

She had been slightly scared when he had spread her legs in preparation for the penetration, but he spoke soothingly to her, assuring her that all would be fine in a couple of minutes. And boy was it! She smiled inwardly to herself remembering every single detail of that night.

Rhonda had settled down beside Sean on a couch, downing shot glasses of vodka and chatting with a few kids from school when she saw Helga take a seat beside Phoebe on the couch beside hers. She whispered something in Sean's ear; his lips formed into a devious smile, and nodding his head in agreement, took Rhonda's hand in his as they got up. They stepped in front of Helga, blocking her line of vision and casting a shadow over her. She quickly became annoyed, even more so in her drunken state of mind.

"What do you want, Rhonda?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing much…Helga." She grinned. "I wanted to have a word with you. Can you come upstairs?"

"What? Why do I have to go upstairs? Say it here."

"No, I have something private to ask you." Rhonda leaned towards her, taking hold of Helga's arm.

"Get your hands off me, bitch! Don't touch me!"

"Just calm down, slut. She only wants a word with you, nothing else." Sean grabbed Helga's arm, pulling her to her feet. She strained to pull away from him, but he easily overpowered her. No one was really paying attention to the scene, as most of them were either drunk or passed out. Rhonda aided Sean in getting Helga up the stairs, pushing her into an unoccupied room; she landed on the floor. She struggled to her feet, but found it hard to stand. She became tired; closing her eyes, she started to blank out.

Sean looked over Helga's body, but found he was not pleased when his eyes met her face. He frowned.

"What do you want with this chick? She's gross. If it's insecurities on your part, don't bother. She's ugly." He said matter-of-factly.

"Geez, tell me something I don't know." Rhonda stood beside him. "I'm not jealous. What I want is to punish her."

"For what? Being as unattractive as she is is probably punishment enough as it is."

"She doesn't like me. She never has and I'm going to make sure that she gets what she's been asking for all these years."

"…And how do I play into this?" He asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I want you to fuck her. Senseless. That's what I want."

"For one, that wouldn't be punishment." He sneered. "Why don't you? I'd rather watch that."

"I don't have a dick, could that be why?"

Sean sighed. "Whatever. Get me a rubber; I don't want to be held responsible for this shit." Rhonda looked through her purse, locating a condom; she got up and handed it to him.

He looked at her skeptically. "Oh, and what am I supposed to do about my current situation?"

"Nothing, leave it to me." Rhonda immediately went to work. She unzipped his pants, lowering them. She slipped down his boxers next; she gazed at his limp manhood excitedly. She worked her hands up his legs, stopping to fondle and lick his balls, eliciting a shiver from him. Rhonda took his now semi erect penis in her hand, and she began to work her hand up and down it, increasing the speed of her ministrations as she stroked him. She felt a wet spot developing in her panties from the sexual excitement.

Since she was wearing a skirt, she simply pulled down her panties and began rubbing her pussy with fervor. The loud music blared loudly over her moans; she took the tip of his penis into her mouth, working her tongue over the tip in circular motions. He moaned, thrusting his hips in pleasure, resulting in his penis slipping further into her warm, wet mouth. Rhonda worked two fingers in and out of her slit; she felt her orgasm building up within her and wanted desperately to replace her fingers with his cock.

She took his penis out of her mouth and lied down on her back on the floor. She spread her legs invitingly; her pussy glistened. Sean got down on his knees above her, leaning forward so that the tip of his cock met the entrance of her vagina. She arched her back in anticipation; he took hold of her hips, slowly filling her with his manhood. She gasped in surprise, arching her back again in pleasure. Her folds caressed his cock as he began to pump in and out of her. Rhonda writhed wildly beneath him, moaning his name every time he slammed into her.

"Oh! Fuck, Sean!" Rhonda screamed, her pussy tightened around his cock as her orgasm erupted from her. He continued to pump in and out of her until he felt he would explode. He pulled out of her, his cum shooting onto her inner thighs, leaving a sticky, white mess. He lied down beside Rhonda, putting his arm around her, and, closing his eyes in contentment.

Rhonda felt the heat of the morning sun shining brightly on her eyelids. She slowly opened one of her eyes, her vision slowly becoming clear. She looked at her shoulder, observing Sean's arm lazily caress her in his sleep. She gently lifted his arm from her, getting up; she looked around wondering at first where she was until she remembered the previous night. 'Fuck! I can't believe I let her get away!'

Her eyes shot open wide in disbelief. She kneeled beside Sean, and she shook him, saying: "Wake up!"

He yawned and mumbled lightly to himself. "OK, OK, I'm up!"

"We never did anything to Helga! I'm so mad!" She complained.

"Oh well. You gotta admit we did have some of the best sex we've ever had last night, though."

"So! I wanted to punish that bitch!" Rhonda stormed to the door and right when she was about to open it, it was pushed open by her mother. Rhonda's eyes widened in shock.

"Mom! What are you doing here?" she asked in a state of panic, realizing that Sean wasn't fully dressed and was probably exposed at that very moment.

"Oh no, I'm the one asking the questions here!" Her mother took her roughly by the arm. "It looks like I can't trust you, Rhonda…I can't believe this!" her mother's voice beamed with anger.

"Mom it's not something I planned on…I was drunk – and so was he!"

"Oh, shit!" She said, her eyes filling with distraught. "Does that mean you really are gay?"

Rhonda shook her head. "No! Mom I never was!" Suddenly, out of the blue, her mother hissed 'yes'.

"What? Mom, we should leave –I-I know you're mad at me!"

"No I'm not! I'm just glad you're not gay. You have no idea, missy, how much this was worrying your father and I." She smiled broadly. "Why don't you invite this young man to dinner tonight? Oh, your father will be so pleased."

"But mom, what would you have done if I was really gay?" A bit taken by what her daughter said, she composed herself and replied:

"That's simple. I wouldn't have had to do anything because I knew, deep down inside, that you weren't."

"That's not an answer mom –"

"Yes it is! And you're not gay, so let's forget about it and move on. Oh…this is so great."

"Mom, I had unprotected sex." Rhonda said suddenly.

"Oh, I don't care. As long as you're not gay."

"Mom, I drank, I did drugs and I almost got my boyfriend to rape a girl!"

"Rhonda!" Her mother yelled. "I told you I don't care – as long as you're not gay!"

Fin.