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The snow falls heavily this time of year. It crunches under my boots as I walk into the school. Piles of it sit by the doors, growing higher every week. I pull off my hood as I walk inside, and warm air hits my face. 

As I reach my locker, I spot Kaydel coming toward me. Great, she's such a bitch. I duck my head and start spinning the lock, praying she won't bother me today. 

"Wow, Rey, you should really get a new coat. This one has definitely seen better days." She purses her lips and plants a look of fake sympathy across her face, "Oh, that's right. You're too poor. How sad. Little orphan Rey." 

She laughs loudly as she walks away; I ignore her the best I can. Thank god I graduate in a few months. 

I peel off my coat and shove it in the locker. It's not in terrible shape. Sure, I covered a few holes with black electrical tape, but you can hardly tell. Most of my clothes are hand-me-downs or Goodwill finds. Luckily, Rose and Tallie give me their "last season" clothes every summer. It's really nice of them actually, they could have sold them. 

I startle when Rose and Tallie materialize beside me. "Rey, can you ask Mr. Solo if we need to bring any money with us when we go to Chicago?" 

"Sure. I feel like he told us we didn't need to, though. The school music program covers everything. Although I guess you would need cash for any souvenirs." 

As we walk to our first class, Rose announces that she has finally heard back from Coruscant University and was accepted. I use the announcement to give her the same news, "I just heard back too. We should be roommates next year." 

Rose squeals and pulls me in for a hug. "This is so exciting, Rey! We are going to have so much fun. Are you going to major in music theory as well?"

"That's the plan." 

I split off from the group as they reach their Art class. I am Mr. Solo's student aide for his beginner choir class, so I head towards the cafeteria to the music wing. When I walk into Mr. Solo's office, he is at his computer printing sheet music before class. 

"Rey, good morning. How was your weekend? Did you hear from CU?"

"I did. I got in. Thank you again for that letter of recommendation. I really appreciate it." I pull up the rolling chair and sit next to him. 

"It's really not a problem, Rey. I was happy to do it. Now, I need you to sort sheet music in the storage room today. It is a huge mess from the band kids. Also, please pull the music we need for the Chicago trip and make copies of it— one for each student and a few extra sets."

I stand and salute him with a laugh, "Sir, yes, sir." 

Mr. Solo runs his tongue along his lips, then tsks his tongue at me. "Oh Miss. Niima, whatever will we do with you? Now run along and be a good girl." As he walks by me, he squeezes my arms playfully. I feel a blush run up my cheeks, and I break eye contact and shuffle out of his way before he can notice.

***

I'm running around my room searching for a needle and thread when Plutt slams the door open, shaking the whole trailer. 

"Girl! I need your help in the pawn shop tonight. Head there now."

"I can't tonight. I have a choir concert." His glare is icy, and I'm scared he will drag me to the pawn shop. 

"Fine. But come to the shop right after." 

I glance at my clock and notice the time. If I don't leave now, I'll be late. The hole in the armpit of my shirt will have to do. I'll just keep my arms down. 

After the concert is over, I rush to the choir room to gather my things and run to the pawn shop. When I turn around, Mr. Solo is in the door frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

"Ms. Niima, please make sure to wear appropriate clothes next time. There is a hole in your blouse. You will need to buy a new one before Chicago."

I swallow the lump in my throat, "Okay, Mr. Solo. I apologize. I'll see if I can get Plutt to take me to the store."

***

When I walk into the choir office the next morning, there is a brown bag on the chair. I pick it up to move it and notice a tag with my name. 

Inside the bag is a button-up shirt, slacks, a dress, and ballet flats—all black. 

I'm startled by Mr. Solo's voice behind me, "I figured you needed new concert clothes. I guessed on the sizes. I hope I was right." 

"I can't accept these; you didn't need to do that. I have some money saved. I was going to go to the thrift store this weekend."

"It's nothing, Rey. I won't take it back. You needed the clothes, and I didn't mind buying them for you. Now go try them on for me." Mr. Solo shoos me away, and I step into the changing room. 

The shirt and pants fit perfectly. They feel so nice too. The fabric is soft and thicker than what I'm used to. I put on the dress and walk into his office.

"That looks fantastic on you Rey. Twirl for me. Let's see how it moves."

I blush and do a small twirl. The skirt of the dress lifts slightly while I spin. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much. If you need me to, I can stay after school every day this week and help you out as repayment. 

"Rey, what did I say? I do not need a repayment. However, I need to do a lot with the trip coming up, so I'll take you up on that. I can give you a ride home after as well."

There's a dark glint in his eye as he speaks. He seems happy to have the help. 

***

That afternoon I help Mr. Solo in his office until it's dark out. We organize the sheet music, his desktop files, the instruments in the storage room, and even help Mr. Ackbar in the band room. 

After we're done, he walks me out the front door to the teacher's parking lot. I have never been on this side of the school, and it feels weird. But also, really cool. 

He points towards a black Dodge Challenger, and I climb in the passenger seat. 

"Woah! Mr. Solo, this is such a cool car!"

He shakes his head and laughs before turning the key. The car bursts to life and vibrates underneath us. 

We drive in silence for a few minutes, but I am fine with it because I am too busy checking out the car. Soft rock plays lightly throughout the cabin as he drives. 

Mr. Solo clears his throat, "So Rey, any plans for after college?"

"I don't really know. I've been considering moving to Chicago and becoming a singer lately."

"You'd make a fantastic performer Rey. Would I be able to come see you perform?"

"Of course. I would even get you backstage passes." He chuckles deeply at that and keeps driving. 

Soon he is pulling into my neighborhood and down my street. "How do you know where I live?"

"It's on the documents you have on file. And I have a friend who lives here."

"Oh, okay. Cool. Thank you." I hop out of the car when he pulls into my driveway, tossing a wave as I run inside. 

***

The week passes quickly and the conversations with Mr. Solo have gotten livelier. We joke about other students in class, talk about my schoolwork, and life. I haven't told many people about my past, but something about him makes me feel comfortable. 

On Friday night, Mr. Solo pulls into my driveway. The house lights are all off, and Plutt's beat-up old sedan is not in the driveway. 

"Rey, is Plutt home?"

"I don't know. It's fine though. Have a good night. See you Monday." When I reach for the door handle, Mr. Solo grips my forearm and pulls me back. I let out an oof as I hit the seat.

"I am not letting you go into that dark house alone and then be home alone for god knows how many hours until that drunk piece of shit drags his ass home. You're coming home with me. I'll make you some dinner, and then we can figure out what to do."

I let out a huff, "It's seriously fine. He does this all the time. He will probably be home at like two in the morning or sometime tomorrow. I'm old enough to stay home by myself… I'm not a child."

Mr. Solo glares at me in a way that makes me want to run out of the car. "Enough! I will not let you stay here alone. It's dangerous. Is there even food in that house?"

"Of course, there's food. He doesn't starve me. I was going to make a cheese quesadilla. The cheese may be a month old, but you know that stuff doesn't go bad when the bag says it will. Besides, there's no mold on it." 

I realize I've said too much when I'm thrown forward from the car speeding out of the driveway, tires squealing under us. 

"I am not having this fucking argument, Rey. Put your seatbelt on."

I'm too scared to say anything else, so I slump back in my seat. I've never seen him this mad before. He must really care about my safety. 

At his house, I sit on the leather couch and flip through the channels on his giant television. I thought teachers didn't make much money. How does he have all this nice stuff? Whatever he is cooking smells delicious, so I walk to the kitchen bar to watch him cook. 

"What are you making?"

He turns, glass of wine in hand, "Mushroom risotto. Why don't you set the table? The plates are up there and the utensils there." The hand with the wine glass motions to two cabinets. 

After I set the table, I skip back to the bar and hop onto the stool. I rest my chin on my hands and continue watching him. 

"Nothing on TV interests you, Rey?" It's jarring to hear him say my first name.

"No. All that's on is Wheel of Fortune." I hate that show so much. Jeopardy is much better. 

"Well, dinner won't be ready for a few more minutes. Why don't you take Chewie out and throw the ball with him? I'll come get you when it's ready."

I call for Chewie, who bounds into the kitchen. "Want to go outside, buddy? Let's go play."

He jumps onto me and puts his paws on my shoulders. His tag wags in a circle. "You big lug, let's go."

***

We sit down across from each other at the table. I dig into the risotto, moaning around each bite. "This is delicious, Mr. Solo. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Please, call me Ben when it's just us. No need for the formality of Mr. Solo."

I feel a flutter in my stomach. It's so cool that I get to call a professor by his first name. He must view us as friends. 

"Sounds good, M-Ben."

Ben pours out a glass of wine and then pours a second glass. He hands it to me. I hesitantly reach out to take it from him, "I'm not supposed to drink. I'm only 18."

"I am well aware of your age Rey, but I am allowing you to drink at dinner and in my presence. It goes well with the meal. You'll like it."

It feels scandalous, but I take a sip. It's disgusting. My mouth instantly feels dry and my face scrunches. I quickly compose myself and take another sip, pretending to enjoy it. Ben just chuckles from his seat.

I yawn after finishing the wine. Before I realize he has even gotten up, Ben is behind me, rubbing my shoulders. "You're tired, and Plutt probably isn't even home. Why don't you stay the night and I'll drop you off at home before school tomorrow."

I am tired, and it is late. I shrug my shoulders under his hands and nod. He runs his hands down my arm and grips my wrist. I follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. My brain is a little foggy, but not horribly so. 

He hands me a shirt and boxers to change into. When I come out of the bathroom, he is shirtless and in bed. I gulp but pad to the empty side, sliding under the thick duvet. I am asleep before I realize it. 

The next thing I know, I wake up in Ben's arms. When I try to slide out, he wakes and pulls me closer. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" 

I wiggle under his grip, feeling claustrophobic—his hips jerk and what feels like his penis touches me. "I'm, ah, um. I slept well. Can you take me home?"

He nuzzles my neck and releases me. When he gets out of bed, I can see his erection tenting his pants… He makes no effort to hide it. My eyes bulge, and I avoid looking directly at it. 

He takes me home, but instead of just dropping me off, he waits in the car for me to change so he can take me to school. 

I was worried that it would look weird, but he said not to worry about it. He's probably right. 

***

For the rest of the week, we repeat the events of last night in some variation. I help him after school, he drives me to his home, we eat, I stay the night, and he takes me to school the next day.

The only difference is now I pack an overnight bag. He also finds little ways to touch me more, so I don't squirm in his arms in the morning. Part of me feels like I should stop, but the other part enjoys the comfort.

I haven't talked to Rose and Tallie since Monday, classes have kept me busy, and my evenings are preoccupied with Ben.

On Saturday morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon and wander downstairs. Ben is cooking without a shirt, the muscles of his back are contracting as he flips each piece of bacon.

"Good morning."

"Morning Rey. I'm making breakfast. Also, I thought you might like to go out to dinner in the city tonight. I got a nice outfit for you. It's on the table."

I run up to him and give him a giant hug from behind. 

"Thank you, Ben. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

I open the gift bag and pull out a skirt, heels, and a sweater. The heels are black and strappy, definitely higher than I am used to. The sweater has a v-neck and is a rich maroon color. When I pull out the skirt, I first wonder if it is a mistake. It's very short. It's wool with a hunter-green tartan pattern. It reminds me of a catholic schoolgirl skirt except more grown up. 

I tentatively put the outfit on in the half bath off the kitchen. The skirt is short, but it looks amazing on me. I've never felt more beautiful. 

When I walk out, Ben nearly drops the pan of eggs. "Wow, you look amazing."

I feel the blush run up my neck. "Thank you. I was worried the skirt was too short."

"Nonsense. It's the perfect length. You have great legs, Rey. Don't be afraid to show them off."

My mouth drops open a little and I feel my stomach knot up. I rarely receive compliments, let alone ones from grown men as hot as Ben. 

The rest of the day I hold my head higher and find ways to make sure Ben has a good view of my legs. I roll his boxers up a few times. I skip the blanket when we watch tv. I even drape my legs over his lap when I lay down on the couch. 

Ben begins massaging my feet while a movie plays in the background. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I wake up to Ben gently shaking my shoulders. "Rey, wake up. We have to leave in twenty minutes for dinner."

I yawn, "I thought the reservation was at eight?" 

"It is, but it takes two hours to get there. Now up up."

I head upstairs to fix my hair and make-up. I put on the outfit but realize I am missing underwear. I didn't wear any yesterday because I had leggings on, and I forgot to pack a pair in my book bag.

I walk downstairs to find Ben dressed in slacks and a button-up. "Um, Ben. Can we run to my house for something?"

Ben lets out a puff of breath, "No Rey, we are running late as it is. What do you even need?"

I feel like my face is on fire, but I respond quietly. "Underwear. I don't have any."

Ben assesses me from head to toe. His eyes linger on my skirt before he shakes his head. "You will be fine without them. Let's go."

On the trip into town, Ben speeds along the highway and eventually rests his hand on my leg. It's awkward, but it feels nice. Secure. His hand is big and covers my whole thigh.

The restaurant we go to is dimly lit and small. I don't know how the servers can find their way around because I can barely see in front of me. 

Heavy menus are sat in front of us when we sit down. I skim through the entrees and not a single item is below $50. I could probably have an appetizer for dinner. Before I'm able to pick which appetizer I want, the waitress comes to our table. "Hello, Mr. Solo. It is good to have you in. Would you like your usual?"

"No. I'll have the Steak Au Poivre and she will have the Steak Fromage. We would also like a bottle of cabernet sauvignon; I trust your judgment to pick out one that pairs well."

"Yes, sir. I will get that started for you."

A hand snakes onto my thigh, causing me to startle. His thumb rubs along the inside of my thigh. I look up at him. His gaze is dark and intimidating. It's probably just the bad lighting. 

He leans over and whispers into the shell of my ear, "You look beautiful tonight." A heat runs up my neck and the same knotting sensation grips at my stomach. 

His hand remains on my thigh for the entire dinner. Between the delicious food and wine, I barely noticed that his hand was less than an inch away from my core. I keep quiet and let his hand remain where it is. He paid for our dinner and dessert, so I don't want to seem ungrateful.

The car ride home is much of the same, except he resumes rubbing along the inside of my thigh. I have to stop myself from squeezing my legs together and wiggling. His touch has gotten me turned on… I should stop him so he knows. He would probably be so embarrassed if he knew. 

I climb the stairs ahead of him when we get back to his house. When I walk through the door I am immediately pressed into the wall. Panic rises in me. Is there a killer in the house and Ben is trying to tell me to be quiet?

That train of thought is quickly nixed when Ben kisses me. His lips are aggressive and demanding. His fingers dig into my waist so much that it is painful. I'm too shocked to respond.

He pulls away. His chest heaves and his eyes are even more dark and hooded. "I'm sorry, Rey. That was inappropriate. I don't know what came over me."

When we go to bed that night he doesn't talk to me, and I don't wake up in his arms. I wonder what I did wrong. 

***

The next morning, he drops me off at home to pack for the school concert in Chicago. The car trip was awkward at first because he was silent, but I figured if I kept talking, he would eventually forgive me. It worked. After five minutes of me talking nonstop and he opens up again. 

I gathered my concert clothes, sheet music, and everything else I would need for the weekend and shoved it into my beat-up duffel bag. Plutt still wasn't home, and the house smelled like vomit and cigarettes; it makes me glad Ben let me stay at his house this week.

A horn honks outside after an hour and I run out to meet Ben. We head to school to meet the rest of the choir and the bus that is waiting to take us to the city. When I arrive and get settled in my seat, Rose looks over with her brows furrowed. "Did Mr. Solo bring you here? My mom and I could have picked you up if you needed a ride."

I shake my head, "It's fine, Rose. B-Mr. Solo has been driving me home after school anyway and offered."

"Okay. If you say so, it just seems weird for a teacher to drive around a student."

***

We're fed and sleepy by the time we arrive at the hotel Mr. Solo lists off the room numbers everyone is in. Rose and Tallie are together, I had hoped to stay with them. When Ben gets to the end of the list, he states, "And since there's an odd number of girls, Ms. Niima, you are in room 401 by yourself."

I frown and shrug toward Rose and Tallie. I guess we can sneak into each other's rooms and have a sleepover. Ben continues as if reading her mind, "Also, I will be taping everyone's doors. I will know if you sneak out. We are not having a repeat of last year."

Great. She gets to sit in her room bored all night. 

About an hour after everyone goes to bed, there is a knock on her door. She opens it to find Ben standing there smiling. "Ben, what are you doing here?"

"I've gotten used to spending the evening with you. I missed you. Also, I have a gift for you for tomorrow."

He holds out a black gift bag. I take it to the bed and open it. Inside is a beautiful black lace bra and panty set. I push down an uncomfortable feeling and run my hands along the details. I've never seen anything this pretty before. 

"Try it on. Make sure it fits."

My eyes widen for a split second. My teacher just asked me to go try on a bra and panties. It's so nice though, and he went out of his way to get it for me, so I go to the bathroom and put it on. 

It's sheer. Full on, see my nipples and vagina, sheer. Ben knocks on the door. "Rey, come on out. Let's see it on you. You have to make sure the cups and straps fit correctly."

"I can't. You can see through it," I call out. 

"I have seen all of that before, Rey. It's nothing to be shy of. I just want to make sure it fits."

I step out, arms covering myself. Ben stands in front of me, then uses his hands to spin me around to face the door. His finger runs under the back and tugs, then pulls the cheeks of the panties a bit. My breaths are coming quickly, but I still feel like I'm not getting enough oxygen.

"Fits well through here. Let's check the cups and straps." He rotates me to face him.

His warm fingers check the straps and tighten them an inch. I suck in a breath when his fingers run under the wire, then move to the cups. He slips his hand along the side of my breasts. "See Rey, there's no gap. That's exactly what you want. And these will match your concert outfit well, so there aren't ugly white straps showing."

"Um, okay. Thank you. Can I get dressed now?"

"Of course, Rey." When I turn around, I feel his eyes on me, making me feel really uncomfortable. 

I walk over to the bed where Ben is sitting. I'm dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts. I really wish I had put on a bra because my nipples are poking through the fabric, and I am pretty sure Ben is looking at them. 

When I sit down, he begins rubbing my leg again and I unconsciously spread them wider. He must take this to mean something because he starts kissing my neck. He works his way to my mouth and instead of being shocked still, I open my mouth and let him in. 

He groans and runs his tongue along my tongue and lips. One hand is at the base of my neck and the other is at my waist. After a few licks, I return the kiss. His grip on my hair tightens, and he begins kissing me harder. 

I've never kissed anyone before, and I'm not sure what to do. I try to follow his lead the best I can, but soon he is laying me down and lifting my tank. My hips cant towards him on their own, and he responds by pushing his erection into me. I let out a moan. 

This must snap him out of his trance because he shoots up. "God damn it. I am so sorry, Rey. I keep losing control. That was so inappropriate."

He stands and walks to the door. I am propped up on my elbows in bed, breasts still exposed. "I'm going to tape the door when I leave. I'll know if you sneak out."

What the fuck just happened.

***

The small dressing room is full of everyone in the choir. Girls apply their make-up while the guys goof around and toss a ball. 

We're singing Carol of the Bells, and Tallie has been fretting over messing up her bell solo. I'm more nervous about forgetting the words. Ben comes in ten minutes before we need to leave and gives us a pep talk. He's brief but impactful; that seems to be his specialty. 

Everyone filters out, but Ben holds me back, claiming he needs me to do a few aide duties before I head out. While I double-check that the sheet music in his folder is in order, he begins rubbing my shoulders and whispering in my ear. 

I hear a squeak in the door and jolt, my head whipping around. Rose is standing in the doorway with her music clutched to her chest. Ben drops his hands and acts as if nothing abnormal is going on. "Ms. Tico, anything I can help you with?"

"Uhh, I just wanted to hang out with Rey while she helped out. I can go though."

“No problem, Ms. Tico. Rey was just done checking my folder. You two can head out to the holding room." 

I get up and follow Rose out of the room. Once we're alone in the hallway, she finally says, "That was weird, Rey. Are you okay? Has Mr. Solo been trying anything with you? You can tell me. I won't judge."

I shake my head and roll my eyes, "It's not weird, Rose. He is a perfect gentleman. Don't worry about it." Rose just doesn't understand. She's probably just jealous because Finn turned her down earlier this week.

***

The concert was fantastic and unreal. We performed at the Chicago Theatre, which is gorgeous, but my adrenaline made it hard to savor the moment. 

When I get back to my room, I am a jittery mess. Ben knocks on my door as he did last night, but this time with a take-out bag of food and wine. 

I'm still in my concert clothes when we sit around the small desk in my room. He unpacks the food and pours each of us a cup of wine. I dig into the delicious food and gulp down the wine. I've gotten used to the sour flavor, and I kind of like it now. 

After we finish dinner, Ben starts a movie on the TV, and I settle in bed. He pours us more wine and brings it to bed. I'm already a little tipsy, but today was stressful and I wouldn't mind more. I finish the wine and cuddle up against Ben's side, watching some movie about an English teacher and his misunderstood student. 

I don't know how much time has passed, but soon I feel drunk and tired. I only had two cups of wine; I shouldn't be this drunk. The room feels like it's spinning. I feel so hot that I try to shove the blankets off me, but I can't get my arms to move the way I want. 

"Are you okay, Rey?" I hear Ben talking to me, but he sounds far away. When I try to respond, all that comes out is moans and grumbles. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have given you all that wine." He brushes the hair out of my face and moves me to the center of the bed. 

I feel his hands undoing the buttons on my shirt, then my pants. Things go dark for a bit, and when awareness returns—or what's left of it— I'm left only in my bra and panties. I feel pressure on my breasts, kneading and pulling. When I try to look at who is doing it, all I see is a dark figure. Like when you're dreaming and trying to make out the details, the harder you try, the less you can see.

The figure moves between my legs, slipping a hand into my panties. "God, you're so wet, Rey. Knew you wanted me. You're such a good girl for me. Always so obedient and ready."

I let out a sob when I realize it's Ben. I trusted him. 

He shushes me and pats my head, "I tried to be patient, Rey. I was going to take my time, wait for you to graduate. But I'm a weak man. I need you. I know you want it, too; you just needed a little push."

Tears continue to run down my cheeks. I did like him and had fantasized about him back when I thought he was a good man. I pictured us living in Chicago while I went to school, him going to my performances, then maybe after college we could have kids… But not this. 

He has removed my bra and panties by the time I am even remotely aware of my body. He aligns himself and pushes the tip into me. The pressure causes me to squirm, but he grips my hip and plunges into me to the base. Another sob racks through my body. He's too big.

"You're so tight. Fuck. I won't last long." He slides in and out of me slowly, "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. So perfect and pretty."

His pumps speed up, and his hair sways with every thrust. He is looking at me, but I can't bear to check. It feels kind of good now, but I still feel like the bottom of his shaft is lined with a razor. It burns as he moves in and out.

His hand moves to my clit and begins rubbing. More moans escape my lip despite the grip I hold on them with my teeth. "I'm going to fill you up, baby. You're going to take all my seed, hold it, and make a pretty baby for me. Want you to have my babies. Keep you pregnant and round." 

We both come together. He grunts and studders while I cry. I have never come before. Everyone always told me you can only do it with someone you love. I guess what I feel for him is love. 

***

I wake up the next morning naked, sore, and sticky between my legs. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I have a pretty good idea. Something in my gut just tells me so. Ben is asleep beside me, a sheet covering his seemingly naked body. I feel a heavy weight in my stomach. 

I get out of bed, trying not to wake him up. I slip on my baggy pajama shirt and shorts, then grab my phone. After quietly sliding out of the door, I head for the elevators. Plutt certainly won't care. I could call my friends, but they won't believe me. 

Before I can figure out who to call or get to the elevators, I hear someone stomping down the hallway. I scurry into the ice maker room to hide. "Rey, don't make me drag you out of here. I know you're in here." Before I can respond, he is hauling me by the arm back to the room. 

I am crying now, "Why, Ben? Why?"

He doesn't answer until we're back in my room. He tosses me onto the bed and bolts the door. I continue sobbing into my hands while he riffles through his bag. He grabs my wrists and drags me up the bed when he comes back. Metal handcuffs secure me to the bed. I panic and begin pulling at the restraint, the metal biting at the skin on my wrist. "What the fuck Ben?"

"Watch your language. I'm doing this for your own safety. If you run out there now, you'll cause a whole fuss for nothing. No one would believe you, and Plutt wouldn't take you back. You'd be homeless. So just calm down and let me talk."

He waits for me to settle before continuing. "This was going to happen sooner or later, Rey. I know you wanted me. You've been teasing me for months. I was going to wait until you graduated, but I couldn't. Tell me you don't feel the same way, Rey?"

I look up at him through teary eyelashes, "I did, but I pictured it happening later. And when we both agreed. Not like this.

Ben nods and chews on his lower lip, "I know, and I'm sorry. At least we don't have to dance around it now."

His answer startles me, causing my face to scrunch in disgust, "I guess." It feels weird how nonchalant he is about all of this. 

He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips, whispering praise. His hands begin exploring my body and he dips two fingers into my pussy. It's still sore and doesn't feel good until he starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. 

"We can have sex one more time, and I'll even let you come. You have to promise not to tell anyone. When we get back, you can come live with me." I shake my head in response. "I'm not ready yet. Let's just wait. It's fine. I won't tell anyone."

His thumb slows and I whine, bucking my hips into him for more. "Rey, just let go. Give in to reality. You want me; I want you. What's the point in waiting any longer?"

I gasp out when I come, squeezing his fingers tightly. He moves over me and pushes into me. He pulls out and pushes in slowly and methodically. One hand is holding my thigh up while the other grips my ass. "So good, Rey. You're going to make such a good little wife. You take my cock so well. I want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that?"

He moves his hand from my ass to my clit and rubs in tight circles. My orgasm explodes in an almost painful way. My walls clench around him and push him over the edge with me. I feel him pulse and leak inside of me. 

He's probably right. I could picture a nice life with him, he would probably even agree to move with me for school, and we could have cute little raven-haired kids after I graduate. My little fantasy could come true.