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Erotic Romance Author Beau Johnson

Oral Education

Liberating Rhonda is a sensual, sometimes explicit, coming-of-age adventure by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen as they e3xplore their curiosities about guys, romance, and relationships.

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A little awkward and weird at first, the more they practiced kissing the better they got at it and the more fun and exciting it became. Gwen and Rhonda truly liked and cared about each other and were such close friends that it turned into a more normal expression of their mutual natural warmth and affection.

“Kissing is so nice! You’re my favorite smooching partner, Gwen, but don’t tell anyone.” Rhonda’s confession was followed by many giggles, grins, and groans.

French kissing became an important step in their romantic educational process and where they learned about the passion associated with kissing.

“I admit kissing is great fun, but French kissing you is even better. I could kiss you for hours! It makes me feel so warm inside … and excited,” Gwen admitted with some embarrassment.

Slowly but surely, step by step, kisses on the mouth led to soft lips pressing on the face, the eyes, the cheek. A tongue in the ear, and sensual strategic soft kisses on the neck and the shoulders followed close behind.

“Oh, baby! When you kiss me right there on my neck it sends shivers right thru me. I love it! Try kissing my shoulders gently, too. Mmm, yeah! Right… there.”

“It tickles when you put your tongue in my ear, Gwen, but it feels so good. Let me put my tongue in your ear to see if you like it… Do you like this, too? What about…here? Okay…my turn…”

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A Learning Curve

Liberating Rhonda is a sexy Sixties coming-of-age romp exploring the intricacies and intimacies of guys, romance, and relationships by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen.

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They also learned how to kiss by practicing on each other, just in case some boy wanted to kiss them sometime.

A girl in their class, Eva, had played spin-the-bottle at a party with three guys there. Because she puckered up in the back room just before being kissed, one of the boys later made fun of her to the other guys, saying she looked like a fish feeding. Her nickname after that party became “Fish Lips.”

Boys can be so cruel.

Eva was mortified, humiliated.

Gwen and Rhonda were going to make sure that was not going to happen to them. “Where do your hands go when kissing, and how do you know which side to tilt your head on so you don’t bump noses?” Rhonda asked with a giggle soon after word of Eva’s horrible experience got around.

“Do you press your lips firmly or softly? Lips open? What about tongue?”

“At what point do you close your eyes?” Gwen wanted to know. “Do you always close your eyes? Do you hold your breath? Breathe through your nose? How long should a kiss last?”

Their questions were plentiful and answered by trial-and-error and practice.

Carefully watching how couples kissed in movies and on TV to see how they did it, they rehearsed often at night during their sleepovers.

Eva did the same with her best girlfriend, Sissy, and never received any criticism for her smooching skills or technique again.

A little awkward and weird at first, the more they practiced kissing the better they got at it and the more fun and exciting it became. Gwen and Rhonda truly liked and cared about each other and were such close friends that it turned into a more normal expression of their mutual natural warmth and affection.

“Kissing is so nice! You’re my favorite smooching partner, Gwen, but don’t tell anyone.” Rhonda’s confession was followed by many giggles, grins, and groans.

French kissing became an important step in their romantic educational process and where they learned about the passion associated with kissing.

Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle, KU

Exciting Secrets

Beau Johnson Author Adult Fiction
· Liberating Rhonda is a sensual, sometimes explicit, Sixties coming-of-age exploration of guys, romance, and relationships by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen.

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Rhonda trembled and became unable to speak when she first met Marc in 1968. Their romance was a very physical one, and he would always leave their passionate meetings in the forest and at her house pleasantly relaxed and calm. Rhonda would excitedly relate each and every detail of their evocative and provocative romance to her best and most trusted girlfriend, Gwen.

Marc told his best buddy, Robby, and eventually a handful of his hormonal baseball buddies about Rhonda’s romantic assets, including her warm, soft, and very kissable mouth and her natural sexiness.

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Checking Out the Breeding Stock

Liberating Rhonda is a sensual, sometimes explicit, Sixties exploration of guys, romance, and relationships by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen.

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Sharply-defined biceps and triceps, a broad, tanned chest, and a washboard abdomen spoke of beauty, power, and protection to the girls. Among themselves, the females dubbed the weightlifters area The Land of Marvelous Muscularity.

Rhonda loved the beautiful muscularity. A guy with muscles like that would certainly be strong and dominant enough to protect his girlfriend and make beautiful babies. Watching the guys flex sent a shudder right through her.

The girls observed every pose, pointing behind hands held up to their face occasionally, giggling, but trying not to be too obvious.

“Oh, my God! Look at him! He’s huge!” Rhonda gushed behind her hand to Gwen. “I wonder if it means his muscles are huge everywhere!” she whispered, snickering at the thought.

Awash in a sea of testosterone that matched her own rapidly escalating estrogens, Rhonda noticed one tanned and ripped guy in particular who seemed to be very popular, as he always had a crowd of smiling and laughing teens hanging around him.

“Who is that Gwen? The dark-haired guy in the black shorts by the fence. Just looking at him gives my belly butterflies!”

“I have no idea, Rhonda, but he’s freakin huge!”

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An Adolescent Awakening

Liberating Rhonda is a sensual, sometimes explicit, Sixties exploration of guys, romance, and relationships by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen.

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A little awkward and weird at first, the more they practiced kissing the better they got at it and the more fun and exciting it became. Gwen and Rhonda truly liked and cared about each other and were such close friends that it turned into a more normal expression of their mutual natural warmth and affection.

“Kissing is so nice! You’re my favorite smooching partner, Gwen, but don’t tell anyone.” Rhonda’s confession was followed by many giggles, laughs, grins, and groans.

French kissing became an important step in their romantic educational process and where they learned about the passion associated with kissing.

“I admit kissing is great fun, but French kissing you is even better. I could kiss you for hours! It makes me feel so warm inside … and excited,” Gwen admitted with some embarrassment.

Slowly but surely, step by step, kissing on the mouth led to soft lips pressing on the face, the eyes, the nose. A tongue in the ear, and sensual strategic kisses on the neck and the shoulders followed close behind.

“Oh, baby! When you kiss me right there on my neck it sends shivers right thru me. I love it! Try kissing my shoulders gently, too. Mmm, yeah! Right… there.”

Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle, KU

Negotiations

Liberating Rhonda is a sensual Sixties exploration of guys, romance, and relationships by Rhonda and her BFF Gwen.

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Although Ruben correctly concluded he held considerable leverage on her, it still didn’t look like the promised payments for writing her history paper were coming his way anyway. Ever.

Moving to Plan B, he’d heard a rumor that Denise was a slut. Acknowledging his own natural horniness, he put two and two together and decided to give her another option.

“Well, if you can’t pay, you’ll have to make it up to me another way, Denise” he leered, a lascivious grin on his face.

“I’m not gonna screw you, if that’s what you mean…”

“No, you can just make it happen for me from a position I’m sure you’re very familiar with: on your knees, Denise!” he replied scathingly. “Make up your mind NOW, bitch!” His neck flushed with anger and hopeful anticipation.

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Hot Rod

Liberating Rhonda is a sexy Sixties romp featuring Rhonda and her BFF Gwen as they explore their curiosities about guys, romance, and relationships.

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“So, you’re a cheerleader, huh? I’m Thomas, but you can call me Hot Rod. Nice to meet you.” He said, flexing his left bicep.

“You must go to Southside High, ‘cause I’ve never seen you at Northside. I always remember the cute ones,” he said, grinning.

Red-faced again, Rhonda looked down, trying to control herself. Looking at him and his muscles so close caused a warm feeling to spread all over. Her eyes began to sparkle and gleam.

Gulping hard, the realization he obviously found her attractive made her belly tingle and nipples harden.

“I’m working on my arms today, Rhonda. Feel my arms and tell me how I’m doing,” he instructed, reaching toward her over the waist-high fence and flexing his straining sinewy bicep. A large, clearly visible blood vessel had popped out and ran down the middle of his arm from the shoulder to his elbow.

Inundated by his testosterone glow, Rhonda didn’t trust herself to touch him or his bicep for fear she might like it too much…but did it anyway and found herself trembling with wanting and desire. Not having touched a guy in almost five months, she realized the muscle and maleness had been sorely missed.

Jeez, does that feel good! Oh, fuck…

Without warning, her eyes suddenly closed and she found herself leaning forward with both of her hands around his gorgeous bicep, kissing it gently. A flame flashed sharp and deep into her warmest and most wanton femaleness.

No! Not now! It’s too soon. We just met…she silently said.

Realizing what she had done, Rhonda snapped her eyes open and her head back, eyeing him with a somewhat sickly smile of embarrassment and surrender.

Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle, KU

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