Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Paranormal, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Ron meets April at a family picnic. Even though they hit it off, she is reluctant to form a relationship. After another chance encounter and a close call with some gang members she and Ron hit it off in a big way. But April has a secret -- a gift or a curse, depending on one's viewpoint -- that imperils long-term relationships. Can she confide in Ron and will he accept her?
Ron sat at his laptop and began searching Google for a technical manual. An instant message popped up.
He typed in a reply.
wiz99: hi how u been?
crystal27: good ask me how my phone is
wiz99: hows your phone?
crystal27: bad i think i need new one.
crystal27: ive had this one 5 years
wiz99: 5 years??? u due for a new one
crystal27: dreading it
wiz99: why dreading it?
crystal27: cuz new ones too complicated
crystal27: i like this one its simple
crystal27: what phone u have
wiz99: i got a new android
wiz99: got it last month
crystal27: u like it?
wiz99: very much
crystal27: is it easy to use?
wiz99: i think so
crystal27: maybe i look at one
Ron returned his Google search. He found the manual he needed, downloaded it and began perusing it.
crystal27: u never told me why ur screen name is wiz
He clicked on the message box and typed.
wiz99: u never asked
crystal27: ok why?
wiz99: when i was in jr high i used to do all sorts of science stuff
wiz99: u know chemistry & physics experiments
wiz99: some kids started calling me mr wizard & the nickname stuck
Ron scanned through the manual, adding bookmarks to various sections.
crystal27: u doing anything interesting tomorrow?
He typed on his keyboard.
wiz99: going to 4th of july bbq
wiz99: even tho its on the third
crystal27: me too
wiz99: enjoy yourself
wiz99: now i gotta get work done
crystal27: k see you later
Nursing a Sharps, Ron sat in a lawn chair on the patio of his sister's house. From inside the house came the hub-bub of the party, loud talking and laughter. He watched children playing in his sister's swimming pool. Some were going down the slide and one practiced jumping off a diving board.
A little girl of around five years sat on an inflatable raft. She bounced on it as it drifted toward the deep end of the pool.
Ron stood and strolled near the edge of the pool. The little girl continued to bounce, each time landing closer and closer to the end of the raft. On the final bounce she slid off and began to sink.
Ron crouched down, reached in, grasped the girl by the armpit and lifted her clear. She coughed and sputtered as he set her onto the concrete. He was joined from nowhere by a woman in a green sundress who scooped up the little girl and embraced her. "Mattie -- are you all right? A little scared? You're okay now..." She glanced toward Ron and mouthed the words, "Thank you."
He regarded her. She was in her mid-to-late twenties he figured, large boned and a bit overweight in a full-figured rather than obese manner. She had shoulder-length chestnut hair, hazel eyes and wore oval, wire-framed glasses. Her sundress came to above her knees and her legs were heavy but shapely.
The woman grasped a towel. "No more pool for you, Mattie," she said. "You go inside, into the bedroom and change out of your bathing suit." Ron watched as Mattie scampered into the house. The woman turned to Ron. "Oh, thank you so much," she said. "I didn't want to make too big of a deal of it in front of Mattie but I am so grateful you were there."
Ron shrugged. "It was no big deal. I'm Ron, by the way."
"April. That's not a name I hear often. Are you a friend of Steve or of Connie?"
"Neither, actually. I'm here with Brad and Rayla McIntyre. Do you know them?"
"I know almost no one here," he replied. "Connie is my sister."
"Brad works with Steve," April replied. "I'm here to keep an eye on Mattie." She made a snort. "Fine job of it I'm doing, isn't it?"
"Little kids can get into trouble in an eyeblink." Ron regarded her. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"A Coke maybe." She smiled. "I'm also the designated driver."
"Gotcha." Ron returned with a soda and another Sharps.
"Thanks ... you're abstaining also?"
"I have a heart condition ... an arrhythmia..."
"It's more of a nuisance than anything dangerous," Ron continued, "but alcohol seems to aggravate it." He held up is can and tapped its rim to the one April held.
"Skumps," she said and sipped her soda.
"Skumps ... that's from..."
"Sleeping Beauty," April replied, "the Disney classic."
"I know it is."
"Are you a big Disney fan?" she asked.
"Not really. At one time I thought I wanted to become an animator and I studied all the great animated films ... Disney, Myazaki and others. Are you a fan?"
"Not really, but it is one of Mattie's favorites. When we sit down for a meal, she always toasts me with skumps. You didn't become an animator?"
"No. It dawned on me how much work it is, and I don't care for repetitive tasks. Now, it's all going over to computers anyway, and I have zero interest in that."
Ron's sister came out of the house and approached them. "Oh ... Ronnie and April ... I was going to introduce you two but I see you found each other on your own. Steve's getting the grill going. Do you want burger, hot dog..."
"Burger," Ron replied. "Cheeseburger if that's okay."
"Same here," said April.
Ron sat in a lawn chair beside April. Mattie sat cross-legged on a towel by her feet. He watched his brother-in-law set off small skyrockets and Roman candles.
"I'm full," he remarked.
"So am I," April replied.
"I don't know where Connie got the sweet corn. It's too early for it to be local, but it was as fresh as local."
"I love fresh sweet corn."
"Do you like fireworks?" Ron asked and gestured toward his brother-in-law.
"I don't like the ones that go bang ... but these are kinda pretty."
"The city fireworks are tomorrow night. Would you like to go to them with me?"
April regarded him. "Oh, thanks for asking but I can't. You see I'll need to be up early the next day to make a flight."
"Where are you going?"
"To New York. I have an audition with the Met."
"Metropolitan Opera," she replied.
"You didn't mention you're a singer."
"Didn't I? Yes ... it's a passion of mine. The Met had field auditions earlier and they asked me to come for a second round."
"I see ... Well, good luck," he said. Metropolitan Opera indeed, he thought. The old brush-off. Well -- at least her excuse is as original as it is preposterous...
A couple, not too steady on their feet, stumbled out of the house. "April -- get Mattie together," the woman said.
"It's Rayla," April remarked. "Time for us to go. Ron -- nice meeting you."
"Same here. Good luck in New York."
He watched as April led Mattie to a maroon minivan and buckle her into her carseat. Mattie's parents clambered into passenger seats and April sat behind the wheel. Ron watched her drive off and turn a corner, out of sight.
Ron carried a mug of coffee to his laptop. He started up Visio and began working on a diagram. A message box opened.
crystal27: u bzy?
wiz99: not too
crystal27: how ur weekend?
wiz99: dont ask
wiz99: i hate those events shouldn't have bothered
crystal27: know what u mean
wiz99: i never fit in with that crowd
wiz99: u get ur new phone?
wiz99: u like it?
crystal27: cant figure it out
wiz99: its easy just follow instructions
crystal27: i can't follow directions
wiz99: that's nonsense -- just take it step by step
crystal27: no i cant follow directions. i think i should return it for a simple flip phone
wiz99: the androids are so functional
crystal27: i need someone to show me how it works
crystal27: someone with some patience
He leaned back and pondered; then turned to his keyboard.
wiz99: where you live?
crystal27: what u mean?
wiz99: what ur address? i know ur local
crystal27: how you know that?
wiz99: from ur email addr
crystal27: i cant tell from urs
wiz99: i don't use roadrunner. if u close by maybe we can meet & I show u
crystal27: i dunno
wiz99: what town?
crystal27: fords point
wiz99: thats 1 town over
wiz99: i be glad to show you
wiz99: aren't we good enuf friends yet?
wiz99: we been chatting two years
crystal27: i kinda shy
wiz99: me too. its why i don't mix well at parties
wiz99: how about neutral territory
wiz99: u know the panera on fordham
wiz99: how about we meet there & i show you how to use phone
crystal27: i dont want to bother
wiz99: no bother. my job is technical writer
wiz99: my job to help people understand
Ron stared at the screen for a long moment.
crystal27: ok panera what day & time
wiz99: what works for u
crystal27: im free tonite
wiz99: how about 6 tonite
crystal27: k tonite 6 at panera
wiz99: how i know u
crystal27: i wear black bow in my hair
wiz99: ok see u then
Ron parked in Panera's parking lot. He grabbed his laptop case and headed inside, scanning the tables for a black hair bow. Seeing none he stepped further inside and again swept the place with his eyes. He focused on a table and someone whose face was buried in a menu.
"Crystal?" he said as he approached the table. She lowered the menu and glanced up. Ron recognized her chestnut hair, oval face and wire-framed glasses. "April? You're Crystal?"
"Ron -- I had no idea you were wiz 99."
"You told me you were flying to New York today ... not that I particularly believed you."
April began to blush a deep red. "Ron -- I can explain." She stared at the table. " ... no I can't explain, but I can apologize. I'm sorry ... I really am if I hurt you."
"I was feeling good about the picnic," he replied. "I was feeling good about you and me. I was comfortable talking to you and I got the sense the feeling was mutual."
"I know ... I was feeling good, too."
"Then you told me your ... tall tale."
"When you asked me to see the fireworks with you ... I guess I panicked."
"All you had to tell me was no -- you didn't have to lie about it."
"I know ... I really am sorry, Ron. I wish I hadn't ... like I said, I panicked. Later I regretted it but I knew there was no way I could get hold of you and fix things."
He sat at the table and regarded her. "Let me guess. You've had issues with men before."
"You could say that."
"Maybe such an issue is fresh and you didn't want to get hurt again."
"I'm not like other men, April."
"How do you know?"
"Because everyone is unique. I wish you had given me a chance."
"So do I ... now ... Can you forgive me?"
"I forgive you. The last thing I'd want to do is hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Lets do what we're here to do. I'll show you how to use your phone. First -- have you had dinner? If we order some food then we can linger and not get anxious glances from the staff."
"Good idea, but I'm not really hungry."
"I'm going to have one of their ciabatta sandwiches. How about some soup or a bagel?"
"An everything bagel," she replied.
"Okay -- my treat."
Ron returned after placing the order. "It'll be ready shortly." He opened his case and took out a slim binder. "I made this for you -- it's a quick guide on how to use your Android."
She took it and regarded it. "You shouldn't have."
"Like I said -- this is my profession."
"It was sweet of you but I can't use this. I can't follow directions."
"You're just saying that."
"No, Ron. I CAN'T follow directions. I have some sort of learning disability."
"You can read. I know you can read, otherwise we couldn't have the chats we've had."
"Yes, I can read. But I can't follow directions. If I try, I get all confused and do steps out of order. I forget what I've already done and do things twice. I'm a disaster in the kitchen because I can't follow a recipe."
"Is it like dyslexia?" he asked.
"Sort of. If you SHOW me how to do something, then I'll know. Show me once and I'll never get it wrong. But I can't follow directions."
Order for Ron came an announcement over the PA system.
"That's our order. I'll be right back."
Ron placed a plate before April. He took a bite from his sandwich. "Okay ... I'll walk you through everything I have on these sheets. First, how to make a phone call..."
"Okay," Ron said. "Let's run through everything. Phone call." He watched April manipulate her device and his rang. "Text message." She fingered her phone's keyboard and a message appeared on his. "Wifi." Ron watched as she joined the free network offered by the restaurant. "Browser ... very good. It looks like you've mastered it."
"This is a really nice phone," she replied. "It's like having a computer in my bag."
"How did you learn to use a computer?"
"Someone had to show me. I can figure things out on my own, too. I'm not stupid..."
"Oh, I got that right away," Ron interrupted. "I think you're very bright."
"Really? Not many do ... because of my disability."
"It seems you've figured out how to work around it."
April flashed a smile. "I suppose..."
"You never told me what you do for a living," Ron said.
"I live with Brad and Rayla ... I'm Brad's little sister. I'm sort of a live- in nanny for Mattie ... in exchange for room and board. During the school year I work as a teacher's aide ... special education ... kids with learning disabilities."
"I imagine your..."
"My disability? I know what it is, Ron."
"I imagine it helps you relate to your students. Did you ever think about getting certified and becoming a teacher? I'll bet you'd be good at it."
"I barely made it out of high school. No college would want me."
"I think if you wrote the right kind of application and explained your situation that you'd find a school willing -- no, eager -- to accept you."
"You're too kind. What about you, Ron? I think you'd make a good teacher."
"I'm content being a free-lance technical writer." He picked up the binder he had made. "Do you want this?"
"I'll take it," April replied. "Now that I know what I'm doing, I can look it over for hints. Thank you for all this."
He zipped up his laptop case. "So ... Are you willing to consider a make-good for the fireworks night?"
"Yeah ... I don't know of a fireworks display we could go to ... so I was thinking of dinner at Farley's."
"Mmm ... I think I'd like that..."
"What nights are you free?"
"Well ... Brad and Rayla go out on Fridays..."
"It puts a crimp in your social life," he remarked.
"It sure does."
"Wouldn't you rather be on your own? I mean ... I'm sure you're capable of living on your own ... I'm sorry, April, if I'm getting too personal."
"No, it's all right ... I just don't make enough to support having my own place."
"In a few years Mattie will be old enough not to need watching twenty-four seven. What will you do, then?"
"You're right about that..."
Ron placed his hand on hers. She glanced up and for the first time he made deep eye contact with her. April smiled and looked down. "If you're not free on the weekend, how about Thursday?"
"I can check ... if they're not both busy..."
"I could pick you up around six."
"Maybe I should pick you up," she replied. "I really don't want them knowing my personal business any more than I have to."
He slipped the strap to his laptop case over his shoulder and stood. Together they headed for the door and into the parking lot.
"Text me if you're free on Thursday," he said, "you know how and you have my number."
"I'll send you directions..." He glanced at her. "Better yet, I'll send you a map."
April broke into a broad smile. "A map would be better." She opened the door of a blue, late nineties model Ford Festiva; then she turned and gave him a little wave.