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story_codes: m/g(11), first, cons

story_intro: Young Juliet comes from an unstable home and has notions of what romance might be like. But her hero and love comes in an unexpected form.

story_language: English





Ronny & Juliet

Written by madvlad


	"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?" the diminutive Juliet called from the cardboard balcony.

	Other middle school students were watching in varying degrees of interest, all of them participants in the after-school rehearsals for the play. Some were mentally reviewing their lines and others, after weeks of this, were thinking of other things. While they were looking forward to actually performing the play to an audience, these rehearsals were becoming a drag.

	One boy manning his backstage position watched with rapt interest. Ronny was in the eighth grade, a big, hulking boy who was too awkward and too self-conscious to even consider trying out of an acting role, although he would have dearly loved to have been Romeo. When the new school year had begun two months ago, he had become smitten with a petite blonde girl who had just arrived in the sixth grade.

	Although he didn't have the nerve to even speak to the girl who was so much smaller than him, Ronny had volunteered to be a stage hand when he learned that she would be trying out for a role. At least now he could watch her more often, even if from outside the limelight. In his completely biased opinion, Ronny thought she made the perfect Juliet. In fact, her real name was Juliet.

	He sighed as the boy playing Romeo appeared. Ronny was very much aware of his own size and a tendency to trip over his own feet. And speaking in public was painful enough in the classroom, let alone the stage. 

	For the first time in his life, Ronny wished he was more graceful and articulate. Maybe then, Juliet would notice him. But the idea of even speaking to her made his ears burn. Ronny's father was also big and awkward, but Ronny looked up to him and never saw any faults. 

	Father and son were close - even more so since it had just been the two of them when Ronny's mother died when the boy was five. Ron, Sr. was as good with his hands as he was bad with his feet - a skilled machinist who had begun working night shift for more money once his son was old enough to be by himself overnight. Ronny had the same aptitude with his hands and learned how to use tools in his father's basement shop. The two spent many happy, comfortable hours there where talking came easy and they didn't have to be light on their feet. 

	His father enjoyed helping people and he and Ronny were often busy repairing furniture and appliances for friends and neighbors that would have otherwise have been discarded in this disposable age. Ron passed to his son the importance of helping others in need.

	Romeo leaned forward and barely brushed his lips against Juliet's puckered mouth. Two older boys in the eighth grade, playing Montague's men, snickered. Juliet, disappointed by the lack of passion, hid her feelings and continued reciting her lines until the scene was done.

	"Okay, kids. That's a wrap," Mr. Brooks, the drama teacher, called. 

	The two Montague boys made some comments in low, but decidedly rude tones as they looked up at Juliet. Juliet frowned in disappointment. She thought that Scott, the boy who played Romeo, was cute, but he already had a girlfriend. Besides, it was an unspoken rule that a boy in the eighth grade would never lower himself to have a sixth grader as a girlfriend. 

	The two boys playing his sidekicks were troublesome - fourteen year-olds who had been held back a year at one time or another. At first, their only interest in participating in the play seemed to be in the staged sword play - even if the weapons were plastic. But lately, they had been looking at her a lot more.

	This was the kind of interest Juliet could have done without. Barely eleven when school had started, Juliet had already been self-conscious about her body. She had always been short and small-framed, but shortly before her eleventh birthday, her breasts had begun to sprout. It was something like a growth spurt, as they suddenly appeared and seemed to enlarge unabated for two months. But at least they had stopped or perhaps slowed to a virtual standstill, leaving the girl with breasts the size of small tangerine halves. Not that this was huge by any respect, but with her otherwise small body, they were quite noticeable.

	Juliet didn't like to be noticed that way. It began at home, where her mother's long-time boyfriend, Kent, had certainly taken notice over the summer when they were at the pool in their apartment complex. Juliet had been keenly aware of how he carefully watched her since she was nine. Now his looks were more obvious and he had begun asking her questions that she didn't think were appropriate for him to ask a young girl. 

	It had taken a while for Juliet to mention this to her mother as the woman had a desperate fear about being alone ever since the divorce when Juliet was six. Juliet's mother grew anxious, considering her daughter has perhaps a rival for Kent's attention, although Juliet wanted nothing to do with the man. But the woman had her issues and had more than once suggested that she wouldn't mind if Juliet spent as much time as possible sleeping over at friends' houses. 

	Juliet felt betrayed. She knew her mother loved her in her own way, but her mother wasn't about to let Kent go, either. There were only so many times that Juliet could spend the night at one of her friend's before she had to reciprocate and there was no way she'd bring a friend to stay the night with Kent lurking about. So she was trapped.

	Not that she needed it, but another complication in Juliet's life was her curiosity about sex. She certainly didn't want anything to do with Kent, but her mother had dome "The Talk" with the girl over the summer and had been quite graphic about masturbation and orgasms and all the way a woman liked to be touched. To Juliet's morbid embarrassment, her mother also had a collection of graphic stories and had showed her daughter where they were, inviting Juliet to peruse them at any time. 

	Despite being appalled by what her mother had said, Juliet found herself taking the small books or computer printouts to her bedroom. The girl knew she wasn't as busty or curvaceous as the heroines in the stories, but she did find herself lost in fantasy from time to time. On plenty of occasions, Juliet had loosened her bra so she could massage herself while reading, delighting in how her tiny nipples would stiffen and how it made the clothing around her crotch seem tight, no matter what she was wearing. More recently, Juliet's fingers had begun exploring the smooth mound of her cunny. There was no sign yet of the hair her mother said would someday arrive down there.

	Over the course of her reading adventures, Juliet was becoming quite knowledgeable about where and how she liked to touch herself. She could make herself wet and get her sex to tingle. A week earlier, she had been vigorously rubbing her gooey slit when the tingling had begun to intensify as never before. She was finally approaching her first orgasm when she heard Kent entering the apartment. The girl immediately withdrew her wet fingers from her panties and stashed the pages. The last thing she needed was to have Kent find her in this condition. 

	The two Montague boys tracked Juliet closely as she walked past and she tried not to shiver under their gaze. Despite their leading roles, Scott barely seemed to know she existed. But those other two boys did. They were just like Kent. Juliet wondered why she only seemed to draw attention from males she wanted nothing to do with. At least she didn't have to worry about Mr. Brooks as he was a little swishy, or what her mother would call "light in the loafers". 

	As she passed one of the boys working as stagehands, she nodded to him, getting a blush in return. It looked as though he might say something, but no words came forth. Juliet allowed herself a smile. That boy - Robby or something like that - seemed harmless enough despite his size. 

	Then she remembered several parents who had come to pick up their kids from an extra rehearsal last Saturday. Some had brought younger siblings around the ages of preschool or kindergarten. The little kids had instantly gravitated to Robby (or was it Ronny?) with the instinct of knowing that this big kid was no threat. Robby-or-Ronny had delighted in carrying them on his back, never tiring as each squealing rider enjoyed their turn.

	Juliet sighed as she went to the storage room with a curtain hung in the middle for privacy while changing. At least there was one guy around who wasn't a creep. Come to think of it, she wondered if his blushing and stammering mean he had a crush on her. 

	Juliet took her street clothes from a gym bag and tossed them on the bed that had once been in the school nurse's office before being replaced by a newer one. She was starting to unbutton her costume dress when she heard the curtain slide open behind her. 

	"Hey, I'm getting changed," Juliet said as she held her dress closed with one hand while turning around. 

	She suddenly found herself facing the unwanted company of the Montagues. 

	"You can finish taking your dress off," smirked one boy as he shoved Juliet hard, sending her backward onto the bed.

	"And you won't need to get dressed anytime soon," added the second as they both pinned Juliet down.

	She struggled with them, but could not keep them from tugging the dress to her waist. A knife flashed and she went still as she felt the cold metal on one shoulder. The knife sawed for a moment before Juliet felt one bra strap break free. She started struggling again when the knife was passed to the other boy. The first boy drove his fist into Juliet's belly, knocking the wind from her. The other bra strap was cut, followed by the strip of fabric in the middle of the front. 

	Trapped by two older boys, the eleven year-old whimpered as her small breasts were bared. The teens roughly pinched and groped her chest, laughing as they did.

	"Nice tits for a little kid," remarked the first boy.

	"Yeah, I wonder if she has any hair on her cunt, yet," said the second as he yanked the dress down Juliet's legs. The waistband of her panties was yanked outward. "Nope, bald as a baby."

	"Doesn't mean she can't be fucked," the first boy growled. "Have you ever been laid, baby?"

	"Nooo!" Juliet cried. "Please don't."

	The second boy was starting to get a better grip on Juliet's panties when a new voice sounded.

	"Stop."

	The boys spun and Juliet craned her neck. It was the stagehand boy.

	"Hey, chill out, dude," the first boy said. "We'll let you have a turn."

	The boy slowly shook his head.

	"You're not gonna hurt her."

	"Like you're gonna stop us, fuckwad?" the second boy sneered as the pair of them strutted around the third one.

	"My name's Ronny. And you'd better leave now."

	The first boy answered with a punch to Ronny's middle. It didn't even draw a grunt from Juliet's potential savior. Both boys tried a few more body punches, but with no apparent effect. Ronny hoped they'd give up and leave.

	Juliet's hopes began to waver as it was obvious that Ronny didn't want to fight. But he also wasn't backing off. Frustrated and scared, she started to cry. Ronny's eyes flickered to her and his normally gentle features twisted into a scowl. With no warning, he took one step forward, throwing a fist into the first boy's face.

	The boy yelped as he staggered back into the second one, knocking him down. The first boy's hand flew to his nose and then came away bloody. Stunned, the boy looked at Ronny with an expression of panic. No one had ever dared to hit him back before. 

	Ronny ignored the first boy and stepped over to the second who was lying on his back and suddenly looking quite nervous. Ronny stamped on the boy's stomach, making the bully clutch his gut and roll to his side. 

	"You want more?" Ronny growled. 

	The second boy scrambled to his feet and quickly followed his friend to the door. Neither one was interested in a fight that might be even. Holding his dripping nose, the first boy called out.

	"Tell that faggot, Brooks, he can find some other sword guys. We quit."

	As they left the room and slammed the door behind them, the anger left Ronny's face. He turned to see Juliet still lying half naked on the bed. His eyes couldn't help but to lock onto the girl's tiny breasts. A moment later, the rational part his mind caught up and he blushed as he looked away.

	Having run the gamut from dire fear to relief, Juliet nearly laughed at her rescuer's reaction. He wanted to look but was trying not to and the effect with his reddening face was comical.

	"Could you please pull the curtain closed?" she asked.

	"What? Oh! Oh yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look at your...at you. Um, here we go."

	As Ronny pulled the curtain closed from the other side, Juliet called for him to stop. 

	"Close it with you on the inside, with me," she said.

	Very nervously, Ronny did as she requested and then stood staring intently at the floor. Juliet smiled and thought of those stories from her mother's collection. Ronny certainly wasn't dashing and confident like the heroes she had read about, but she thought he was kind of sweet. She felt giddy from her adrenaline rush and surprised herself with her next actions.

	"You can look at me if you want," she said softly. "I won't mind. Come by the bed."

	Ronny shuffled over, his eyes flickering over her nude torso and then to her face. He was more in awe than he was lustful, although judging by how he had to fidget briefly with the front of his pants, there was some of the latter as well. Juliet wasn't sure how far she wanted to go, but it was obvious that she would have to lead.

	"Do you want to touch me? It's okay," she said, wondering what it would be like to have someone touch her breasts in just the right way. 

	She had often fantasized that it was someone else's hands on her body when she had fondled herself in the past. Ronny's blush deepened and he had trouble clearing his throat.

	"I don't know how," he croaked. "I don't want to hurt you."

	"Here, I'll show you," she said, taking one of his hands and guiding it to one petite mound. 

	His fingers closed over her sensitive girl flesh. With her hand on his, she taught him how she liked to be caressed and lightly squeezed. When her nipple stiffened, finger rolled over it with just the right pressure. Juliet murmured in approval. 

	Ronny began to lift his other hand over her and then froze. Juliet caught his eye and nodded. The eleven year-old sighed as her new friend and protector massaged her budding breasts with motions that grew in skill with every wonderful minute.

	"You're so good at this," she sighed.

	"I'm good with my hands, just like my dad," Ronny said. "You should see our workshop and...uh."

	He blushed again, not sure if it was appropriate to brag about working with tools when he was touching a girl like this. Not knowing what else to do, he stayed quiet while continuing to work on Juliet's chest. 

	Ronny was not a romantic idol in any regular sense, but Juliet thought he was sweet and kind of cute in his own awkward way. Compared to other men and boys in her life, he was a veritable prince. And she came to the realization that someone who was simply a good guy without all of the flash may be the best catch of all.

	And she became aware of something else. Sliding one hand down her body, she confirmed her panties were damp, courtesy of Ronny's hands on her titlets. Forgetting her audience, she pushed a hand inside, humming as she encountered her dew coated baldness of her cunny. 

	Juliet wasn't aware of that she had closed her eyes, but they flew open when she heard Ronny trying to clear his throat again. Now it was Juliet's turn to blush, matching the color of Ronny's face as she realized he had been watching her play with herself.

	In her fantasies before, Juliet always dreamed of the first time as it was written in so many stories; her favorite being on a bed with silk sheets and covered in rose petals with a knight in shining armor (or a really nice set of clothes). Now she had an old cot with an oversized boy wearing a Green Bay Packers jersey. But she found herself wanting to give him something that Kent or those other boys would have taken by force.

	"Ronny, have you ever done it?"

	"Uh, done what?"

	"You know, have sex?" she asked in a suddenly smaller voice.

	Ronny's blush deepened as he shook his head.

	"I haven't, either," Juliet admitted. "But...could you be the first? I want it to be with someone nice. I...I just don't know too many nice people - especially guys."

	Ronny opened his mouth a couple of times before giving up and simply nodding. Both of them looked away from each other while Ronny got undressed and Juliet removed what remained of her clothing.

	Juliet sat on the edge of the bed as her fingers spider-walked over Ronny's erection. It wasn't the huge hunk of throbbing man meat from the stories, but she felt safer about something less dangerously sized squeezing into her body. As she had done with her breasts, she led Ronny's hand to her well-heated mound. And Ronny was very good with his hands, cupping and caressing her smooth mons and barely slipping into her cleft with one finger tip. He was puzzled by the discovery of her clitoris, but Juliet certainly didn't mind his investigation of her button. She was getting terribly aroused and shifted to lie down on the bed.

	"Let's do it now," she whispered, spreading her legs to offer herself to the thirteen year-old. 

	Ronny got into bed and tried to get the right position. Neither one of them could find something exactly right. As they struggled, Ronny's exasperation and embarrassment was getting worse until Juliet spoke.

	"They never have this much problem in the movies and the stories," she giggled.

	Ronny laughed in relief. With both of them relaxed, they soon found themselves with the tip of Ronny's penis nestled against the warm slit of Juliet's dripping, preteen twat. He was bracing himself up with his arms, looking down at Juliet.

	"You'll have to push really hard, because this is my first time," she told him.

	Ronny definitely wanted to be inside her, but was afraid of hurting her. With her last instructions, he humped forward, feeling her stretch open and then the momentary resistance of something blocking him. Juliet gave a small cry as the blockage disappeared and Ronny found his cock surging deep into the eleven year-old's slippery virgin hole. 

	"Are you okay?" he asked as Juliet bit her lower lip.

	"Just a minute," she gasped as the sting of her defloration faded. "Okay, we can do it."

	Ronny slowly moved back and forth, entranced by the snugness of Juliet's preteen cunt and how it pulled and grasped at his member. Juliet's eyes were closed in concentration as she shifted her pelvis, whispering to Ronny what ways felt best. He was just beginning to understand how she liked it when he put some pressure at the top of her entrance as he moved when his balls suddenly released, sending ropy strands of semen into Juliet's body.

	Ronny was exhilarated, but Juliet didn't appear to be done. He had masturbated plenty of times, but had no idea what a girl did when she came. As it was, his prick was starting to soften inside her tunnel.

	"What do we do now?" he whispered. 

	"I was trying to have an orgasm," Juliet said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Can you make your thing hard again?"

	Being on the upward slope of adolescent hormonal overdrive and having his cock planted inside a pussy, the thirteen year-old had no problem getting hard again.

	"Wow, that was quick. You're good at this," Juliet said, relieved as she felt him thicken inside of her. 

	Ronny just shrugged.

	"I didn't do anything, you just feel really good."

	They resumed their intercourse, with Ronny making Juliet's cunny grow hotter and wetter with every stroke. Having just cum, he had better staying power and found that Juliet was not as fragile as she appeared. He loved the way her body shined under the thin layer of sweat as she undulated beneath him. Her tiny, budding breasts were mesmerizing as they quivered in response to his increasingly urgent thrusts. 

	Ronny's cock was the perfect fit for Juliet, making her pussy expand inside while getting a thorough rubdown from his thrusting meat. With a loud, long groan, Juliet came, experiencing the ecstasy she had read about so much. Her body felt like she was expanding and contracting on the inside in rapid cycles, the changes coming harder and harder until they crested and slowly ebbed. By instinct, Ronny had slowed his movements while Juliet came. When she was done, she gave him a look that told him all was well. 

	The boy resumed his pace, ramming harder and harder into the girl who was urging him on with her sultry groans. Juliet was in bliss from her climax and relaxed while letting her little snatch be deliciously pummeled. Ronny's balls were aching as he worked his prick in and out of the preteen's pussy and they finally let loose, making Juliet overflow with his teenage jism. 

	They lay together for a while before Ronny got out of bed. Seeing the goo puddling between Juliet's thighs, he took a package of paper towels from a shelf of cleaning supplies and wiped her clean very carefully. Juliet sat up, watching him as he cleaned every drop from her with diligent concentration. It made her want to love him even more. 

	As they got dressed, Ronny spoke of life at home and how he looked up to his father, hoping to be just like him when he grew up. It was a nice change of pace from many kids Juliet knew who often talked down about their parents. She pictured Ronny as a man - big, perhaps a little clumsy still, but solid and true. 

	When Ronny asked her about her family, Juliet was reluctant to say much, but finally burst out with her fears about Kent and her mother's wish to keep her at a distance for fear of losing Kent. 

	"You could stay with us," Ronny suggested. "We've got a spare bedroom 'cause my parents wanted to have another kid before my mom got sick."

	Juliet could tell he was sincere, with no hint of any nasty strings attached. But she still declined.

	"I don't think your father would be too thrilled," she remarked.

	"Why would he mind? We had a cousin of mine stay for two years when she was in high school and having a bad time at home. My dad always does stuff to help people and what could be more helpful than giving you a safe place to stay? He works nights, but we're old enough to take care of ourselves then. I mean, the room is not much, but you'll have your own bed and everything."

	Juliet considered his offer further. If Ronny's father was like Ronny (which she had an inkling that he was), then she could have a place where she didn't have to worry about unwanted advances. 

	As far as wanted advances went, she thought otherwise. She wouldn't spend a whole lot of time in her own bed, regardless of the perfectly innocent description from Ronny. In their short time behind the curtain, he made her feel sexy and secure and she wanted much more of that. Smiling to herself, Juliet imagined Ronnie's reaction to some of the stories she'd borrow from her mother. 

	"I think I'd like that," she said gently.

	Zipping their jackets, the oversized boy and undersized girl walked out into the blustery twilight. Juliet pressed against Ronny as he swung a protective arm around her shoulders.





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