A Day In The Life Of Ronman

Why me.

I mean really. Why me?

Some days I wonder why I was reincarnated. Don't get me wrong, I can honestly say I've had a better start than I did in my first life. Besides the whole bad beginning. Like a complete reversal of both lives, first one had me as an awkward kid with a few flings but awesome grandparents! This one... Apparently I'm a chick magnet.

Well, at least to those who know me.

But every day of seeing the girls, the calls to the twins and training with them, and the calls to Brittney showed me that I was luckier than a billionaire at the playboy mansion.

Not to mention Mrs. Z has taken to sending me photos of herself. Along with pictures of her and 'her team' taking down other underground sex rings that focus in underaged activities. Though she always mentions to burn those to avoid criminalizing me. That's nice of her.

It seems there is an Epstein fellow that is already being sentenced to life in prison after she released evidence on him. Just confused as to why she is doing so much for me... Or maybe she too hates pedophiles.

Anyways, back to my original train of thought. I'm apparently lucky in my choice of female companionship because they tend to 'protect' me.

And I mean that Bonnie has a mean streak towards anyone who judges me. Tara pranks those who Bonnie targets. Kim might accidentally trip into someone so they get caught in said pranks... Kinda funny at times, other times it's rough to watch.

I swear the last girl might be traumatized and need therapy for the next few years. I mean honestly, she only commented that my big ears made me look like a clown! There was no reason she should be trapped in the janitors closet with frogs and far too many centipedes!

In a childish way, yes, it was hilarious. But should never be done.

"Do you girls understand? I mean it. It doesn't bother me that some people pick on me; It's only high school humour. No big." I said, hoping these girls would at least get the drift.

"You don't get it Ron. Once someone walks all over you, others will try to do the same! If you want to be laid back, that's fine, but we don't want to. They will all learn not to mess with our Ron!" Sigh... Bonnie apparently doesn't get it..

Neither do Tara and Kim as they both were nodding enthusiastically along. I swear these girls just want to be difficult.

Oh well.

I grab my books and close my locker. It was time to get to...math class. Shudder... Ah kidding, I just suck at geometry. That was as far as I got in ny last life when I graduated high school, but only because I never thought I actually needed glasses... or even a hearing aid. Naivety at its best..

Thankfully I got smart girl... uh, female friends? Nah, fuck it. Multiple girlfriends and friends with benefits? I can cope with it. Just ain't saying that to them just yet. I know I'll find myself in a compromising position that I won't want to get out of.

The joys of being an older guy in a teenagers body. I know to restrain myself but another part of me is straining at the situation.

"Ron, you going to stick around after school to watch us at cheerleader practice?" Kim had asked. The junior varsity cheerleaders had a vote on cheer captain and Kim had won by one vote only because Tara abstained since she didn't want to vote between her friends.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, K.P! You know I am always down to watch my three besties show the senior varsity cheerleaders what real skills are like!" Even if my head on top stops working when I watch.. Don't judge me! Older guy, yes! But in teenaged body! I can watch and not feel guilty! Mostly..

Classes were mainly easy. Regurgitate what is printed in the books. Write down key points that teachers mention; most of them have a 'tell' on what goes on the test so that helps at least. And then do the homework that is assigned.

I only do what is asked. While I love to learn - so awesome sauce - but the classes just bore me, sadly. Though it is only freshman year, so I should assume it will get better as I progress.

Also! Key note! Our vice principal is a Mr. Snow instead of Mr. Barkin. So I can only assume he finally appears in my sophomore year. Still no Principal though... I honestly wonder if we actually have one.

So yeah, classes. Dey be fun. When you have three besties who like to trade when they sit next to you.

Tara is always bubbly and energetic until she sits down. Then she leans on my shoulder and dang near purrs when I stroke her back.

Kim is always always rubbing my arm or leg, trying to get a rise out of me. Other times she just holds me by the waist like we're a couple in a movie theater. Only complaint I have is she always lightly scratches my arm and causes me to have goose pimples!

Then there was Bonnie. I swear she's practicing in the art of seducing... Sometimes... "C'mon big man. I've already seen it before, so it's fine if I play with it." But mostly she's more of a horn dog.. Or is it a horn taco? Uh, yeah, anyways.

I shouldn't indulge them, but it is hard to restrain myself. Tara loves the back rubs, Kim loves when I scratch just above the waistline on her lower back.. And again, Bonnie... Well she places my left, apparently a cold and lonely, hand right between her thighs so she can squeeze it and warm it up.

I am trying. Really trying to restrain myself. But this new life is very enjoyable despite how messed up it is. I'm stuck between horny women. That's pretty much the extent of how my Freshman life is going.

"Mr. Stoppable. Would you please read from the next paragraph for the class." Our English teacher decided I would be her next vic... volunteer.

"Yes ma'am" My hand was still stuck between Bonnie's thighs, who also had a smug look on her face, so I had to keep a book open with one hand and read from it. Not difficult, but when the book is brand new, the spine is not exactly agreeable and refuses to stay open.

(Excerpt from The Virgin Queen, ch 8, page 113) "Robert Beale also advised Councilors and petitioners to find out from 'some of the private chamber' [That's privy, not private Mr. Stoppable] ah yes, 'privy chamber' what sort of mood the Queen was in before approaching her and then to make a 'note of such things as you are to propound to her'", I read on to the class. But Bonnie decided to tease me and distract me as I did what was asked of me.

First was at the privy chamber where she rubbed her thighs up and down my hand and wrist. Second time was her version of propound when she yanked my hand back right into her core and hold my hand tight while.. well basically rubbing herself off on my hand.

Too bad for her I have already tango'd with her sisters. I'm used to the Rockwaller way of direct approach to seducing.

Mostly...

Because when I finished and our teacher moved on to the next student, she whispered quite hotly in my ear, "I wish you would proPound to this Queen." Ahem... Teenage hormones are not easy to contain. Especially when her hand that was on my leg is now gropping a rather stiff tool that worked its way to her.

I swear I'm going to lose my mind if they keep at pushing my buttons, especially Bonnie. Or my pants.

Probably my pants.

Finally, at long last, the last class of the day was over but I still had to go and watch the girls at cheer practice. The girls have been constantly trying to convince me to join, and I said sure - as the mascot, to which they said no.

Apparently they need a boy to lift them in the air, or to steady certain members in any tricks they use, or just to fall out to be caught when they finish... Ya know, I know they might think they are being coy.. But they aren't.

Still is a very appealing thought though.

Ack! Hormones!

There is one thing I enjoy about being here though. One, I finish any homework that I don't need assistance with before they start their practice. Two, doesn't matter which varsity team I watch but I'm enjoying it. And three, holy pheremones. I forgot that young women practically pour out pheremones in their youth. No wonder old men can be creepy, I understand old timers, I understand. Y'all still creepy though.

"Ugh, why is elephant ears here again. Hey kid, this isn't a place for you to oggle us. So just, like, get lost already." And there goes the cliche Californian accent ditzy blonde cheerleader. I think she actually is from SoCal, so she just might very well be a walking billboard for them.

So I do my usual thing. Ignore the bitch and do my history homework.

Oohhh ho ho ho. She don't like dat. She's a stompin' and a huffin' and a puffin'. Too bad for her but that don't work on me. In fact, she got me to smile a little at how absurd she was being.

Another great thing that is not widely known, is I have the right to do my studies - on campus - as long as I do not do anything destructive. I'm only here to study, and as long as an adult from the teaching body is here, I can stay as long as I want.

At least on the school rules here it is.

"Hey shit head! Girls only! Get lost!" Holy sashafranz! Why you gotta scream in my ear!

"Get away from him Karen. A bitch like you should be barking in a kennel. Not at my guy." Thar she be! The Queen B!

"Oh fuck off Bonnie. Why don't you go eat your girlfriend out like the dyke you are." Okay, that's a little too personal. Not to mention rude.

"At least I know where she's been. Unlike you who always needs to complain to a manager... Oh wait, I mean sleep with a manager. Those discounts worth being the town bike?" And now the turd has hit the fan. Just nice. And here I am next to the fan.

Because Karen is still next to me. Still screaming. And maybe a little spit got in my ear.

"A bitch like you think she can talk to me like that? Just because your sisters knew how to control the school doesn't mean you do. I can make your life miserable for the next two years before I'm gone!" Karen is red in the face. Like hot red. Is Bonnie's strategy to cause her to have an aneurysm? Because she looks close to having one.

"Oh boo hoo. My life. My dear school life... Whatever cunt. Go back to failing, that's what you do best besides bending over." And this is why I never get between ladies. Because words hurt. I even feel sorry for Karen, even if I can barely hear anything over her rather high pitched voice.

The good news is that Mr. Snow heard Karen's screaming and ranting and came to the auditorium to break it up.... Just one thing. That means he heard her all the way over on the other side of the school grounds when directing the buses and student drivers out.

Oh she in trouble🎶

"Ms. Counte! I could hear you all across the campus!" Oh he was mad. This is a guy who believes profanity leads to ungodliness. "It's detention for you young lady! Varsity cheerleaders, you're dismissed for the day."

Now that got a bit of a riot going. Never ever tell cheerleaders they are dismissed. They get moody and yelly. Thankfully they all followed after Mr. Snow, which lead to the entire senior varsity team getting detention.

"Well then. That was entertaining. Even if I can no longer hear out of my right ear." I had mentioned casually.

Like seriously. I can't hear. It's just as bad as if I was next to the speakers at a concert.

"Aww, poor Ronnie. Well you just sit back and relax. Bonnie and Kim made a new dance routine you are just gonna love." That was Marcella from last year. She's been real sweet to me after the lucky save I made at their practice. Though I do think she always shys away when Bonnie and Kim are near.

Now as much as I would love to say I paid attention. I barely could.

Apparently this new routine involved Bonnie being braless. I couldn't help noticing her all over tan, just a bare hint of a tan line when the top nearly showed me my prize. I could see just a tiny slice of dark brown aureole peeking out from the bottom of the top, and thick, long nipples that were currently standing out at attention like tiny soldiers against the outfit.

And god damn Kim. She knows how much I love that ass. I know she's seen me staring often. No spandex for her today. She went with black lacy panties with the drawstring on the sides. Her milky white skin an opposite contrast to Bonnie's tan. With each twist and turn they made, the panties creased between her cheeks and slowly rode in. They look so squeezable, like marshmallows.

Whheeewwww... I need a drink. Oh! Thanks Tara.

Tara?!

"Don't mind me, Ronnie. Just enjoying the view with you."

"Y-yeah, forget we are comrades at times."

"Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Well yeah silly. You think I convinced Bon and Kim to be with you without me getting any benefits did you?" She had my attention with those crystal clear eyes. "Even I want me some Ron love."

Yep. A magnet.... A freaking confused, and possibly being manipulated, magnet.

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I can dig it.

I think.

I hope....

They're still being punished....

Even if I feel like I'm punishing myself at this rate... Sigh...