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Ben watches his girlfriend across the classroom. She sits at the front table, prim and proper. Such a star pupil, she is. Miss Congeniality. Loved by all.
Many were surprised when Ben asked Rey out. Most of all, her. Unaware he had been crushing on her for a while. New students were usually ignored, but Ben knew what he wanted and the thought of her with someone else? Even now, despite being her boyfriend, the mere thought of her with another has Ben gripping his pen so tight that the cheap plastic begins to crack under the pressure.
Rey’s pen doesn’t seem to be doing much better. She nibbles on hers when she’s thinking hard. He likes those nibbles. But he’s not sure what she likes.
Of course, she likes him. Loves him. The l-words were exchanged two months ago.
Ben has known Rey for a total of eight months. They’ve been dating for five months, messing around for four, and have been fucking for one and a half.
In the last sixteen weeks, he’s nutted countless times. In his pants the first time she let him dry hump her. Second time too. She's jacked him off without being asked so many times he’s lost count. “You’re hard already?” It’s always said in awe. In appreciation. She never shies away and takes care of Ben anytime he gets hard. Once his dick realized that, there was no holding back Ben from popping boners.
Then six glorious weeks ago, Ben learned of the euphoric joy of being able to sink his dick into a sweet, tight pussy. Rey’s cunt is hot, hugs his cock like it never wants to let go. Ben would live like that if he could, buried deep in Rey twenty-four-seven.
Yet…
When it’s time to recripociate, Ben struggles getting Rey off. Unable to take care of her as she takes care of him. She rarely cums.
Okay. Never.
Rey gets wet, sure. Damn near soaks her panties even before they get into it. She’s very enthusiastic about what he does. She’s vocal—the sound of her whimpering moans are heavenly.
It’s not that she’s not interested in doing stuff. It was her idea to start jerking him off at lunch out in the parking lot. Hell, she’d probably do it inside the school. She's constantly trying to find somewhere they could have privacy and she could get him off.
Ben is quite confident he isn’t pressuring her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Two months ago, Rey that told Ben she had gone on the pill the day after he asked her out. She’s the one that paws at him mere minutes into a movie.
Who would’ve thought that the cheery, happy-go-lucky Rey would be so horny for brooding Ben?
He was the last one of his friends to get a girlfriend—he had been sized up as gay, asexual, aromantic too considering his cynicism and propensity to swear. Nope to all. He was demi, thank you very much. And self-aware as fuck.
The internet exists for a reason—to share knowledge. Ben is all for self-education. There isn’t anything that Ben can’t research and figure out. Like what it meant when he’d be at a party and there’d be girls literally begging to suck his dick and he wasn’t interested.
He understood now. He needed a connection. To get to know someone first before he felt attracted to them. It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t intrigued by anyone—especially after he got to know them. People sucked.
Except Rey. She was his princess. She was everything he wasn’t.
Except for the brains part. They were both smart as shit and in honors classes. It’s how he had gotten to know her before he asked her out. Neutral setting, class projects. Bit by bit, he learned more about Rey. And he liked everything about her. Even her little pouty huff when they’d argue about project details.
That had been the beginning of the school year. Now he was learning new things. Like how tight her pussy was even after he beat it up night after night. Fingers, tongue, dick—Ben didn’t even care as long as he was getting to stuff something inside her. Fuck, she’d be so goddamn wet, clamping down when he’d twist his hand, rubbing the spot that she loved so much.
The memory of Rey’s hot, gushy pussy makes Ben’s cock twitch with interest. Rey had been asking for them to do it during lunch—maybe they should start…
He’s ripped away from his daydream when he hears Rey laughing. There’s nothing about the elemental table that is funny. She’s not the only one either. Her entire table is amused about something.
Oh.
Fucking Beau.
Beau, who is grinning at Rey, all proud that he made her laugh. He uses the internet to look up science jokes to tell in class; Ben would put money on it. Probably practices his delivery in the mirror.
Beau, the one that went on and on about fresh meat at the beginning of the year. Always looks at Rey a little too long. Even after Ben made it official. Rey is his girlfriend but Beau doesn’t seem to take a hint.
After they started going steady, Ben asked Rey to sit at the back of the classes with him, but she wants to be right in the front. She invited him to join her up there. Like hell. Too easy for a target to be placed on his back sitting way up there. So, they sit apart. It’s proof that despite his friends’ inability to not be attached at the hip with their girlfriends, Ben and Rey can manage to be separate.
Not for that long though. The bell rings and class is over. So is their break from each other. Rey packs up but remains at the table as Ben makes his way to her. Beau sticks around too, looking for something in his backpack. Pretending no doubt. Fucking poser. Wanna-be girlfriend-stealer. Once Ben is within a couple of feet, Beau darts off. Wise.
Ben kisses the top of Rey’s head. When they first started dating, they were told that kissing was not permitted on school grounds. So, Ben went on the internet and did some research. He attended the next school board meeting and asked for ‘policy clarification’. Dumbasses pretty much shrugged and added verbiage to specify kisses as lip-to-lip. Had some teachers actually showed up, the result might’ve been different.
Now PDA was all the rage and there was nothing that any teacher could do, thanks to Ben. It’d probably get reversed the next board meeting but until then… guys and girls alike tell Ben thank you all the time in the halls. He always ignores them. He didn’t do it for them.
It was done for Rey. And fuck, did she love that Ben went through all the effort.
“Just so you can kiss me whenever you want.”
Damn right.
Even now, she still likes to whine the sentiment, particularly when Ben fucks her slow and tenderly. Just like a princess should be fucked. With respect. Love and care.
“Hey baby,” Ben ghosts Rey’s ear, giving in to his desire to nibble on it. When the school board puts the kibosh on kissing, he’s going to introduce the joy of nibbling to the masses. Very different from kissing. He’s already got the research done and a report compiled to hand out to the principal when that time comes.
As they head out of the classroom, Ben kisses her again. Because he fucking can. He pulls Rey flush to his chest, her back smushed against him. He keeps her there as they start walking. They have to coordinate their steps; it’s like a three-legged race but with both legs matched up, smushed together. It requires them walking in perfect synchronization.
Rey giggles, but continues her conversation with Rose. Ben does this a lot to Rey. Has her within a millimeter of himself. It doesn’t even phase her—that she has a towering Ben on her back. Not literally, but basically. To his delight and poor heart, she humors his desire to have her as close as possible after they had to be apart for the entire class.
If she’s being feisty, her ass will sway back and forth, making sure to rub his cock through his jeans. Fucking with him like nobody else can. Getting him hard. It means she wants to jack him off at lunch. She doesn’t do it today though. No… she’s all smiles, laughing with Rose.
Because of all the jokes.
So naturally, Ben has to fuck with Beau. He doesn’t wait any time, getting into it in the locker room before practice.
“What’s up your ass, Solo?” Beau is red-faced and pissed off within seconds. Good.
“Maybe if you told less jokes and focused more at handling your business, you wouldn’t be so shit.” Ben knocks his shoulder when he walks by. Done for no reason except to fuck with him.
The coach’s voice rings out. “Boys, keep that energy for the field.”
“No problem,” Ben sneers and then proceeds to do exactly that. He fucks Beau up good out on the field under the guise of practice. Beau tries to get him back; or at a minimum, hold his own. He fails.
Ben can’t lie, it cheers him up.
That night, Rey comes over. Rides him. Legs splayed on each side, knees bent, her feet flat on the bed—she bounces on Ben’s cock so well that he’d think she was cheating on him if it wasn’t for her pussy being molded to the shape of his cock.
Her tits bob with the motion; Ben would love to squeeze the rosy-colored nipples, pinch them so they stayed in place as he fucked up harshly into her. But he keeps his eyes up so they can peer into each other’s eyes. He calls her his princess in between exchanging love you’s.
It’s sweet. Hot. Her pussy too. It’s like a vice, massaging his dick and he cums with a guttural groan, filling the condom up.
She doesn’t cum.
And she doesn’t let Ben try to bring her to completion.
He would. Die trying too. Just because he busted a nut doesn’t mean it has to be over.
“No, you don’t have to do that.”
It pisses Ben off.
“It was still good,” she protests after Ben asks why she even bothers fucking him. “It was good for you too, wasn’t it?”
He eyes the tied-off condom full of his rejected swimmers before chucking it in the trash. “Always. But it’s not just about me.”
“I’m glad you liked it. You don’t have to worry about me.” Rey pulls Ben into her arms; this time, it's his back to her front. Her breasts are slightly slippery with sweat, proof of the work that she put in to make sure Ben felt good. He wants her to feel good too though.
Rey wraps her arms around Ben, her legs too, making a wrapper around him. It makes him feel loved. Safe. And it helps take the sting away. He sinks into the embrace, telling her, “I will never not worry about you.”
“You…” Rey’s voice is thick with emotion and she lays a spattering of kisses wherever she can reach. “I will never not be crazy about you.”
Ben scoffs—she doesn’t even know what it means to be crazy—but post-sex haze has settled over them. She holds him tight and he melts into her.