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I wrapped myself in a towel I found in a bathroom and made my way down the bedroom where Ronnie and I had been sleeping to find the bags packed and moved out. Ronnie had put out some clothes. I took a shower before going downstairs and found that some of the people had already departed and my own little tribe was waiting for me to go.
Nothing was said at the time, but we had a serious amount of weed in the car with us, so the journey home was at speed limit and no joints or anything in the car. We didn't talk about what happened at the party other than in terms of it being either hard work or hard partying.
I knew Ronnie had fucked Cindy and maybe others. He pretty much had to know that I'd also slept with Cindy – and Gilly – and Jerry. Probably everyone else in the car had their dirty laundry list of bed partners.
It was like we just pretended it didn't happen. Even Ronnie never mentioned the sex, and he sometimes enjoyed talking about that kind of thing in detail.
A year later, about the same time, Ronnie and some of the crew disappeared for a few days and I always wondered if they had gone back to the ranch. If so, I wondered why he hadn't invited me, because I think in the end I had done everything he wanted.
- COMMENTS
JBEdwardsabout 5 years agoI do have interest! I suppose you were not invited back because, while you did what Ronnie wanted and expected, you were more of a passive participant than an active one, at least as I read your unfolding account. You complied and acquiesced, and except for the not properly enthusiastic blowjob you initiated with Jerry, you just let things happen. There's obviously a place for such people in such an event, but perhaps Ronnie wanted more from you. Perhaps he wanted you to be more like Cindy, although one hopes to a lesser degree? Cindy seemed beyond over the top. These were damaged people, as you point out in your story. You are too, perhaps, but it's a question of degree, and I have the impression you were simply not in their league. Another way to put it is that you were in over your head. Fascinating story. Five stars.
writerjabalmost 6 years agoA story about a segment of the population I have no interest in. I suppose tho’ that’s creative writing. I lost interest early especially at the mention of cocaine
