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Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days Of Summer (Ava+CP)

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CaptainPeriwinkle

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 1, 2014
Almost everyone including the teachers of George Washington Carver High School had their eyes trained on a clock. In a few short moments, summer would officially begin. For some, summer represented a three month long break from work. For others, it meant a three month long break before their real education began. For Benjamin "Benji" Watson, it meant the first day to the rest of his life. Benji wasn't college bound. He was one of the lucky few who received the "school isn't for everyone" speech, but never was quite able to fall through the cracks. He couldn't even say school was really worth anything to him. He had never been the most book smart person or the most sociable. He had his small group of friends, and that was good enough for him. He wasn't ever really interested in anything the teachers were teaching, and he never took part in any school extra curricular activities. As far as he was concerned, it was just something he had to do so he wouldn't get arrested. It wasn't to say Benji didn't have his own aspirations though. His band was going places. They had played in a few bars and consistently had a few venues that were trying to book their services. It was becoming a lot to handle running a band and Benji knew they would need some kind of manager soon.

Slowly, the second hand ticked away. Moving past the 11, and then the five little hash marks until it reached the 12. There was a slight delay, causing some students to look at each other for a brief moment until the bell rang. Teachers tried valiantly to get in a last word before the halls were flooded with students. The doors to the school burst open, and out spilled the entire student population of the smallish school. George Washington Carver High School was actually in a decent part of town. The majority of the kids were from middle class families. Kids spilled into the streets, looking for their bus of their ride home. Already, there were a few students who had been advertising large parties to commemorate the beginning of summer. There were more than a few options for students to choose from. Somewhere in the middle of the crowd, was Benji. As he walked, he tried not to get trampled by the other students.

Eventually he made his way onto the bus. His brown hair sticking to his forehead a little bit from the sweat on his brow. He wore a black tee shirt with a graphic of some obscure band on the front and a pair of black jeans. Even in the middle of summer, he had to maintain his "look." He was sure it was something he was going to regret in a few years. It was something he was already regretting with the summer sun beating down on black fabric. All he needed to do was get through the bus ride, and he would be home free. He was eighteen now, which meant he was an adult. He could make his own decisions and do basically everything he wanted to do. His parents had tried their hardest, but even they too came to realize that Benji was never going to go to college. He was certainly smart enough, but he didn't have the motivation. Benji climbed onto the bus before finding the seat he normally sat in. Plopping down, he waited for his Gabby to board.

The two had been almost inseparable from the beginning. As luck would have it, they both lived in the same apartment building. Her family lived a few floors above his, but it made things quite easy for the two to spend a lot of time with each other. There were pictures on Benji's family's refrigerator of Gabby and Benji during their first actual Halloween. Even with his band, Gabby was his closest friend. The members of his band, he viewed almost as coworkers and for better or for worse, prevented himself from getting too close to them. He would party and hang out, but that was about where it ended. With Gabby, he felt as though he could tell her anything. He had told her many secrets, cried, expressed his anger, but most importantly, shared countless laughs and good times with her. With his depression, some days were better than others, and Gabby always seemed to know how to roll with the punches and say the right thing to get him out of his funk. She was a lifeline for him, and he knew he could never replace her.

As he stared out the window, he got lost in his own head for a moment. There was one thing he hadn't been able to tell her. He had never been able to tell her his true feelings for her. He watched helplessly as she got a few boyfriends here and there. Hell, he even physically fought one of them for something that he had done to her. All the while, he harbored these feeling for her that never seemed to come to light. Now it was summer of their senior year and he was still holding back. He knew she was destined for college and great things, whereas he was likely to be stuck in their hometown working some dead end job at some massive corporation. She had put in the work, he hadn't. It was pretty cut and dry. He doomed himself to this fate, but there wasn't anything he could do to change it. This was the main reason why his band had to work out. It offered a glimmer of hope against a bleak reality.

Suddenly, he was struck by inspiration. Pulling out a tattered and ragged notebook from his backpack, he began to scribble down some lyrics that came to his head, just as he felt someone sit next to him. Finishing the lyric, he quickly closed his book before putting it away. If anyone else got their hands on that book, he would probably be arrested. It was a journal in many ways, but anything he couldn't tell Gabby ended up in the notebook one way or another. Turning towards his friend, he smiled. "We made it!" He said as the bus lurched forward. Living in the same apartment building meant that Gabby and Benjamin had the same stop, and their stop was towards the end of the line. Benji took in a breath, knowing this would be his last school bus ride ever. "Make a decision on which party you are going to tonight?" He asked her finally looking over and meeting her eyes.
 
Gabby was dying for the clock to strike and that bell to toll. Like some modern Cinderella story, they were all ready to dash and blow this popsicle stand. Hell, unlike the princess she had her backpack strewn over her shoulder. When the bell rang it was a straight shot to the bus from her classroom, but being a girl she had to dish out a few hugs to her girlfriends. The gamer girl was decked out in her yellow shorts that were just long enough to pass the dress code, a dark grey graphic tee with a comical Gameboy character saying 'Come to the Dorkside, we have video games'. Pink high-top converse walker her towards the bus. Gabby was a gamer geek and an avid anime lover. The girl was a jumble of odd things and if you called her a weirdo then she would only thank you for it. The girl compiled a list with friends of hot 2D men that they would let ruin them and then thank them for the experience afterward.

Oddly enough the girl was not considered a social butterfly. You could get her to go to the gaming bar Cloak and Blaster, any anime/cosplay convention, or to a restaurant, but she only really went to parties if it was with Benji. Other than that you could get ahold of the girl through Discord or her PS5. Benji was her go-to guy. It was instinct to just plop in the seat right next to him. It was weird not sitting next to him. This guy knew her so damn well that it was scary. He knew when she was lying, knew when she wasn't feeling well, knew when her time of the month was. She had proposed to him on more than one occasion for showing up at her door with a pint of ice cream and an ice pack for the cramps and just kept her company. That is the standard every guy she had been with had to live up to. This might explain why she had been single since the last idiot that Benji took care of for her.

A lovely talent the woman had was baking. It was a random thing, but she had a talent for it. Cooking was hit or miss but if it was a sweet treat then she was down for the challenge. It was what got her into the Culinary Institute of America and the girl screamed so loud when she got the acceptance letter that she had multiple neighbors call a welfare check on her ass.

"Hey," she uttered with an exaggerated sigh of relief before her bestie asked his question. "Woah, you mean 'we' right? If I have to go alone I'm just gonna stay home or follow you wherever you go. SO if you did me 'we' then I figured David Brower's house should be cool. He is close by so we can walk. His dad will literally let him commit murder because he does not give a damn. Besides, it shouldn't be that crowded. The pool is up for grabs and he always has the best food." Long black curls cascaded past the girl's shoulders and emerald eyes look at Benji with a lax smile. "So... what do you think?" For a moment she caught herself staring at him. It was weird thinking that she would be leaving him for an extended period of time. To be honest she had every mind to lojack the guy to keep tabs on him.

He may have been part of the reason why she was considering taking up business management at the local college. Gabby could never see herself working for some big wig shot, but she had always wanted to have her own shop. She even had the idea to make treats by order and start her base of operations at her own house. It was brought up to her mom and she could sense the unease in Miss Beaumont's eyes. Her father was out of the picture so she didn't want to worry her mom more than she had to. Big lady Beaumont treated Benji like he was her son. He would get in trouble just like Gabby and they would land the same punishments. She loved to joke that he was the first guy that she ever shared a bed with. She left out the part where she wet said bed because she was ridiculously young and scared of the dark.

"You wanna crash at my place tonight? My mom has an over night shift in the ER tonight, so we'd have the place to ourselves." It was a simple offer. They may be in no shape to really do much after the party tonight, or they could end up bailing early. Who knew.
 
Years of friendship meant that Gabrielle had learned to take everything he said at face value. She had finally learned that Benji often times meant what he said. He had been skillfully trying to weasel his way out of another party, but she had called him on it. For that, as upset as he was (which wasn't very) he still had to give her props to her for doing so. She also seemed to know exactly what to say to sway him in the right direction. Out of the four or five parties that were going on that he was even invited to, the only one he was even remotely considering was David Brower's. David had always been more than cordial with him, purchased a few of his bands CD's and even was inquiring about more merchandise. David and Benji weren't great friends, but he was still someone that Benji would ultimately end up adding on Facebook or another social media site and keep up with rather loosely. If Gabrielle had said any other party, Benji would have shut her down. Did she know or was it a lucky guess?

"Sure, David's party works for me." He said with a smile. He knew not to fight Gabrielle in certain things. She had said she would follow him around and she had meant it. Benji figured at a certain point, it was for his own protection that others be around. Otherwise, his own parents may not see him the next day if he was left alone with Gabrielle and they didn't end up going to any events. There would be parties all throughout the summer, but there would only be one "last day" party they could all go to. Besides that, Benji was a sucker for swimming pools. His long, skinny body meant he didn't look great without his shirt, but there was only one girl whose opinion he cared about. She had seen him without his shirt so many times. She probably had pictures somewhere of the two of them at a beach or at the local pool. Benji's thoughts shifted. What was he going to do without Gabrielle around? She wasn't "popular" but she had more acquaintences than he could boast. She'd be gone for nine months at a time at school. She'd make new friends, and maybe eventually he would fade into obscurity. He tried to not let the thoughts bog him down too much.

"That sounds good." He said with a smile. He had an urge to bring up the last time they had had a sleepover, but chose not to. Besides, he wasn't even sure what kind of state he would be in come that time. Benji used and abused almost any drug he was lucky enough to get his hands on. His older brother often times was his main connect, and usually kept him with a steady supply of weed and some beer every now and then. When it was his birthday or his brother was feeling particularly generous, he would end up with a half pint of bottom shelf whiskey or vodka that his brother didn't want to finish because it was too disgusting. Benji never cared, at this point beggars couldn't be choosers and he was the biggest beggar of them all. "I hope Cassandra isn't there.." He said more under his breath than anything, but he was sure that Gabby had heard him.

The girl had the highest honor of being his first and only girlfriend once upon a time. She was his first kiss, and also holder of his "V-Card." He had been head over heels in love with her, at least he perceived it as love, and when Gabby had broken to him that she was cheating on him with one of his now former bandmates, it really hit it hard. The breakup was rough and messy. She talked and talked, saying nothing but bad things about him. He didn't defend himself, and a decent portion of the school viewed him as what Cassandra painted him to be. Due to this, he lost a lot and while he would complain and moan to Gabby, he never did anything else about it. She had talked him through the breakup, and the two had spent long nights on the phone and in the park. For the longest time, about a year, it was all he could talk about. Hell, Cassandra even affected his ability to write songs, being the main focus of a lot of very hateful and angry songs that he wrote. He was over her for now, at least he thought he was, but it still didn't mean that he wanted to see her.

"When does your mom go to work?" He asked her with a smile. "Peter hooked me up with a couple of joints." He said, reaching into his bag and giving her the slightest glimpse. "Do you want to pre-funk a little bit?" He asked closing his backpack. "That is, unless you have to get dolled up so you can impress David." He joked, pushing her arm a little bit. Their stop was quickly approaching
 
Gabby flaunted a victorious smile when Benji agreed to go with her to the party. She had spent the last hour of school working up an argument on why he might as well go and all the pros and cons to each party. Turns out she was getting better and better at this. Of course, Gabby heard what was uttered about Cassandra. For Cassandra's sake, the Call of Duty-loving gal hoped that she wasn't there as well. Low key, some petty and unexplainable things have happened to the girl since she broke up with Benji. It was something that was better off kept from her bestie since she wasn't sure if he was still into Cassandra or not. Even now she questioned if he still had feelings for the bitch. Many nights were spent dreaming of various ways of getting back at the cunt for what shit she was spewing about him. Gabby contemplated bringing a zip lock bag of Miralax just in case the bitch was there. The benefits of having a nurse for mom was having access to many medications and knowing their uses.

The mere thought of her gave Gabby a headache. "Oh my gosh, now you're talking my language." Openly she scoffed at his next comment. "Oh, now we got jokes. That's cute." Like she would ever bother getting dolled up for anyone. The pool was going to be awesome though. Gabby was often self-conscious about herself. Benji would remind her to fuck anyone who didn't think that she looked awesome. Her bathing suit was still somewhat modest as she was not one for attention drawn to her body. "And as far as when my mom leaves for work, it should be about an hour after we get home. She's got another sixteen-hour shift then two days off, but she's gonna be knocked out when she does get home. Those shifts are brutal as hell." Ms. B was certainly one to be admired and it was probably one of the reasons her daughter was doing as good as she was.

The bus came to a stop right outside of their apartment complex and Gabby walked right off and took a deep breath before shouting, "Freedom!" Like a damn weirdo. "Oh... by the way don't let me do too much before the party otherwise I will be useless and you'll have to find a way to get my sleeping ass home." She recalled the last incident that happened. It was a preportioned edible brownie. No one told her not to eat the whole damn brownie. Her argument was why was it portioned that way if the whole damn piece was not supposed to be eaten? Needless to say, too much kwould nock the green-eyed girl on her ass. Their building wasn't too far from the entrance, however there were three floors to the bland beige structure and she lived on the third.

Jogging up the steps was always a drag, but no one complained of unusual smells from her apartment. There was a well used welcome math infront of the green door that read 'its always happy hour here'. It spoke of her mom's sense of humor. Ms. B could be heard loudly talking on the phone. Gabs would bet her money it was family on the other line. A keychain was fished out of her pocket and the door swung open on its well oiled hinges.

"Hey mom!" The woman dawning some mickey mouse nodded her head with a smile at both her daughter and Benzi before continuing on about some family gossip. Ms. B was so used to Benji that she gave him a key to the house one day, merely because there was always a better chance at reaching him than her own daughter. That and she was tired of opening the door for him. Time and time again she preached the the bad ass boy was practically family. A kiss was pressed to her mom's cheek before she headed over to her room. The room screamed Gabriella. Floating shelves with a mix of anime, harry potter, and 90s nostalgic pop figures. A forty inch screen tv on a dresser than she hand painted navy blue a while ago with her ps5, a desk for her laptop and a white full size platform bed with a storage head board.

There was a black cozy papasan that you could easily lose yourself in and a small walking closet. She tossed her backpack on the floor and then proceeded to throw herself face first into the plush black and purple ombre surfact of her bed. A muffled and lengthy groan was relinquished before she turned her head for some air. "What do we do now. Mom's gonna leave soon."
 
As much as Benji would try and tell you otherwise, both of his parents were well respected members of the community that were doing their best to raise Benji and his older brother. His father was a fire inspector which meant he toured different buildings and facilities like grocery schools and government buildings and made sure they were up to fire code. Either way he got paid, and his word meant quite a lot. His mother was a vice principal at an elementary school in town. Both had pretty black and white moral codes and they only wanted the best of their children. It meant that when they tried to teach responsibility and Benji and his older brother both resisted, neither sibling was rewarded with anything. Luckily enough, Benji loved coming to Gabby's place. It meant that he could play whatever video games she had and he could enjoy all of the commodities he never received at home because he wasn't doing what he was supposed to. In more ways than one, he viewed Ms. B as his true mother, though he wouldn't really tell anyone that besides Gabby.

As the bus pulled up to the front of their apartment complex, Benji and Gabby jogged past his own door and up the flights of stairs to the third floor. He waived at Gabby's mom before he followed his friend into her room and closed the door behind him. At this point Ms. B trusted him to be in a room with Gabby alone. He had been nothing but a friend to her, and when they were playing video games they often got pretty loud and obnoxious. He was grateful for the key that he had received. For a good month straight, Benji would let himself into the apartment and into Gabby's room in order to play Dark Souls Remake. He never did finish the game, but it wasn't for lack of effort. The game was just too hard and often times he was too stoned. Sometimes being stoned helped him focus but most of the time now, he was overdoing it to the point where it actually detracted from his hand eye coordination and his ability to process what was going on on the screen. It meant that he died quite a bit. He was also quite stubborn and wouldn't accept any help.

"Why don't you let me try out Returnal." He said with a smile, eager to try her newest game. Reaching and grabbing the controller, he began to play the game quite poorly. It didn't take long for him to hear Gabrielle's mom say goodbye and close the apartment door behind her. His head moved towards the window, and when he saw her get into her car and drive away, he reached into his backpack and grabbed one of the joints he had brought with him. From one of the side pockets, he produced a lighter. It took him just a brief time to light the end, sucking in air and holding the smoke in his lungs before he exhaled with a few tiny coughs mixed in. "Are you sure you want this? You want to enjoy the party later, right?" He asked her, poking fun at the last few times she had smoked before handing it over.

The joint made it a few rounds, and Benji's head was certainly swimming. Swimming so much in fact, that he didn't even want to play video games anymore - a rarity when it came to him. Instead, he exited out before navigating to Spotify. It took him a second to scroll through her playlists, but he finally decided on one called "Chill." The roach made his way back to him, and he took a few last puffs off of it for good measure before putting it out on the side of the house through the open window and deposited it into a jar. Finally, he retuned to the bed and climbed in beside his friend. He closed his eyes for a moment as he let the music run through his veins. As much as he hated to admit it, Gabby had some pretty good taste in music.

Glancing over at his friend, he found himself staring for a moment. He remembered everything she had done for him. He remembered everytime she had made him feel better about whatever that was going on. He remembered how she offered her ear and listened to him when the weight of the world was crushing his mind and spirit. He had heard that she had done something to Cassandra to make her stop her bull shit. She had the prettiest green eyes and her black curls looked like cotton candy. Wait. What was that last thought? He had been staring at her for a few moments now, getting lost and hung up on her features. His heart started to pump a little bit faster. The small bed was barely big enough for the two of them, which meant his arm was brushing up against hers, and the feeling of her skin against sent shivers throughout his body.

Sitting up, he glanced over at her for a minute. "I... I think I gotta go." He said suddenly, unable to handle everything that was boiling up inside his head.
 
Gabby adjusted herself on the bed and propped her head up on a pillow as she watched Benji take ahold of the controller. "Like I would say no. Good luck with that though because it pissed me off last night, I nearly broke the damn controller because I was so frustrated." Upon hearing her mom telling them goodbye she shouted her partings for her mom and watched with half a smile as her bestie retrieved their precursor for their evening ahead. As he poked fun at her she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, oh so we have jokes, do we? Ha, ha motherfucker. Puff puff pass so I can watch you suck just as much as I did at this game." Despite her jest to ride his ass as he played, she groaned with him when shit didn't go right and openly called bullshit on unseen forces when things were done but didn't get them progressed in the game. Casually she sat back propped up against the pillows until he decided to turn off the game and put on Spotify.

Getting all the more comfortable, she laid her head on the pillow as Benji joined her on the limited surface of the bed as the music played. This was an awesome way to end the school year. Benji was all that she needed and with that thought, her mind took off. He was all that she needed. There were no surprises between the two of them. He's seen her first thing in the morning looking like an electrocuted troll doll. He's listened to her whine time and time again about dumb shit. There was nothing special she had to do to keep his company. He was brutally honest and she found it refreshing. Yeah, Benji could be an asshole, but she always considered him her personal asshole and she would have it no other way. More than once she thought of surprising him with the question of seeing if they could cross that line, but she feared losing him altogether if things went south.

At this point, the thinking was starting to give her a headache so she decided to succumb to the music and just relax. Benji suddenly sitting up had her looking up at him as she laid at his side. The laugh may have been unexpected and the lax smile was genuine. "I appreciate the courtesy warning, but if you have to decimate the bathroom, need I remind you that this is a two-bedroom apartment and public service announcements of your bowel movements are not required." As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. That joint coupled with his company and the comfort of her bed had her threatening to call off going to the party altogether. With what little resolve was left she sat up and got off of the bed.

"If you're headed back to your place then I'm gonna hit the shower. I need to wake up a little bit. Lock the door on your way out and I'll meet you at your place if you're not back by the time I'm done getting ready. Text me if you have a change of plans." With that, she walked out of the room and into the guest bathroom, and turned on the water. The cheap ten-dollar wireless speaker suction cupped to the shower wall was turned on and paired instantly to her phone. She picked a rock playlist that could wake her up while the water cascaded down her body and stretched those luscious curls down her bare back and made them cling to her body. She loved the Coheed and Cambria welcome home song and listened while relishing the feeling of the hot water coming down.

On more than one occasion Benji took a shower after her after one rough hungover and high night and claimed that the water was hot enough to melt human flesh. At the memory, she laughed lightly to herself. Why was it that Benji was all that she could think about these days?
 
Letting himself out of the room, he heard the bathroom door close as she entered. Doing as she said, he locked the front door to their apartment before standing outside of it for a moment. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he thought about texting her that the party was off right then and there, but decided against it. He was certainly in a weird headspace. She was his best friend, a thought that constantly ran itself through his mind as though he were trying to convince himself that the words were true. Making his way down the stairs, he was surprised to see that his own apartment was empty. His mother and father were still likely at work, that much he knew, but his brother was probably making the rounds to some of the parties that were just kicking off. Making his way into his room, he found a couple more joints on his bedside table with a note that read "Happy Summer!" He cracked a smile, it was his brother's way of congratulating him for making it through school even if he didn't get his degree.

Her joke hit him a little late, a mixture of the weed plus his mind being preoccupied. Letting out a laugh, his mind once again fixated on Gabby. Everytime he thought of her, his heart beat would speed up, and it felt as though someone was trying to punch through his chest. He was still quite stoned from earlier, and as those who are intoxicated are prone to do, his mind became fixated on her once again. Was she really going to leave him? Why couldn't he just gather his shit and tell her what he really thought? Why was he being such a pussy? Sitting down in his bed, Benji looked at the ceiling. His vision began closing in and darkness began to take over and before he knew it, he was asleep. He didn't dream much, but when his eyes popped open and he looked at the time, he realized he had five minutes before he needed to meet Gabby.

"Why don't you just tell her?" A voice asked drawing Benji's attention towards his brother whom he shared a room with. The words were met with a dumbfounded look. "You were saying you friend's name in your sleep and it's pretty obvious you have a thing for her." His brother explained and continued. "If she is leaving in a few months anyway, why does it matter?" Benji was about to open his mouth and respond, but his brother cut him off. "I mean, if you are afraid of her not being your friend anymore, you really have nothing to lose. She is leaving in a few months." His brother reiterated once more.

All he could do was shake his head. He didn't have much of a response, and he looked up to his brother and would often listen to him almost implicitly. He was the one who got him into weed and alcohol, and everything he said made sense. "All you need to do when you see her next is just kiss her." His brother said, not bothering to look up from his phone. "If it doesn't go well then me and you will paint the town red. I ain't doing shit tonight." He added. With a nod, Benji quickly changed into a different band shirt before leaving and thanking his brother for the advice.

The walk up to Gabby's apartment was slow and arduous, and if his heart weren't pumping before, it was now. Reaching into his pocket he fished out the key before letting himself in. As he got closer, his brother's words began to sink it. He was right, what was the worst that could happen? From there, he just followed the noises of life. His footsteps were quick, almost as though he were on a mission
 
After that shower, Gabriella slipped on her two-piece simple black bathing suit and wiggled into some light denim shorts. Figuring she would snag the sandals over by the front door, all that was left to tame her hair. The crown of ebony locks was smoothed back and the rest of the loose curls were tied up in a ponytail. No need to doll up when planning to jump the pool. Looking at her smartwatch there seemed to be a bit of time to kill. The PlayStation remained on with the chill playlists going on in the background so the controller was snatched up and she switched over to Call of Duty for a single round of hardcore team deathmatch.

Back in her mind she half expected Benji to back out of the party. The more comfortable the girl got in her setting, the more she was tempted to just say fuck the party and have Benji keep her company for the night. She had stashed away a liter bottle of Starr blu vodka last week to celebrate them graduating high school. Gabby was horrible at keeping secrets and this one was for Benji so to say that she was proud that she managed to keep it under wraps until now was a serious understatement. The girl had managed to get a friend's older brother, who had eyes for her, to get her the bottle. Even better he gave her the twenty back in addition to his phone number, but she was not into him like that.

With the usual positive KD, the PlayStation was put into rest mode to charge her controller before she started up another match. A little canvas backpack was all that she had intended on bringing along with the random-ass assortment of things ranging from loose hair ties and bandaids to a bottle of ultra-strength Tylenol and her mint green skull candy earbuds. The bottle of vodka was plucked from within a laundry basket holding a pile of winter clothes that were just stored there in the corner of her small walk-in. It was time for them to start heading to the party, but she was still rummaging through her body bag to make sure she had everything that she needed.

"Beeenji...." she sang his name as though it would summon him out of thin air. The squeaking hinges on the front foor were tended to last month when dead tired Ms. B went to the front office after several service requests via email with no result. That same damn day it was fixed, but now it was hard to hear if anyone was walking through the door and left her on her toes when it came to doing stuff that her mom was better off not knowing about. Upon the edge of her bed, she sat in limbo over whether or not she wanted to go to this party. Benji would be the deciding factor in this so there was no point in wasting more than the necessary brain cells trying to decide whether or not to go when there were far less painful ways to kill those brain cells. The one plus 6t phone was a few models behind, but it did the job of killing time with ease as she waited for her Benji and fed into the TikTok hype.
 
Almost on queue, Benji burst through the doorway. His eyes fell on her, his heart pumping at a fever pitch, and he was more than ready to just grab her and give her the most passionate kiss he could muster. They say actions speak louder than words and he was more than prepared to show her as much. Hell, he even had a badass line ready to go. The walk up the stairs had given him a little time to come up with something. He had settled on "Let's forget the party and..." Okay, so he hadn't been able to decide in his head what he wanted but he figured he was a musician, he could improvise well enough. Besides, if everything went to plan, there wouldnt be much talking being done. He had amped himself up, he was ready. He replayed the events over and over in his head. He pictured how well it was going to go, and how awesome things would be for the rest of the summer after that. All he needed to do was grow a pair and he'd his brother's words.

As he turned the corner into the hallway and made his way into her room, he caught sight of her looking at her phone. Again, his words played in his head. Again, he ran through exactly how things were going to go down and how successful things were going to be. In theory, he had an amazing plan, but in practice, he froze up. He stood in the doorway for a few moments and cleared his throat in order to speak to her. From the get go, his plan was already derailing, and Benji found himself in a downward spiral that he wasnt sure he would be able to correct. Fact was, he wasn't his brother. He didnt exude confidence, and he wasnt sure he was ready to put everything on the line. His brain fought amongst itself, half wanting him to go for it, the other half ready to go to the party in a desperate attempt to get his mind off of his very own plan, but more importantly, off of being alone with Gabby. He could feel the dynamic of their friendship changing a little bit, and he remembered a conversation they had had about catching feelings for one another. Of course, the conversation came at a pretty inopportune time, while they were both intoxicated and Cassandra had just dumped him. It meant he couldnt remember exactly what was said, but...

As much as he searched he couldnt even remember the conversation. Benji had never had the greatest memory. He stood like an idiot in the door, almost as though he were waiting for her to notice him. Finally, he opened his mouth. This was it, this was where he was going to knock her off of her feet, even if she way laying down already. "Uh. You ready?" Fuck. Those weren't the words he had wanted. It was okay though, he had a chance to save himself and buy himself some more time. All he needed was a well placed compliment about her and the train would be back on track. "Should we smoke another joint before we head?"

In Benji's head, his mind was playing a loop of a horrific freight train crash he had seen on Reddit a few months back. His plan was gone, and while the night was still very young, his own ineptitude certainly put a damper on things, at least for now. Benji was the definition of "playing it safe." He took only what was explicitly in front of him. He couldnt read people well enough to infer intention and that meant he was left out of many opportunities. Even his band was made up of people around him. He never wanted to hold any open tryouts or do any additional work in order to ensure it's success. He was a decent enough song writer and he played a mean guitar but that was about the extent. He wasnt a leader.
 
When Benji arrived the young woman was snapped out of her social media haze and looked up at him. A smile was painted on her pretty little face and when she heard Benji clear his throat she was curious as to what the hell he had to say. Something was up with him and she was prepared to pin him down and find out. She had an inkling as to what it could be, but maybe it was best to see if he would bring it up first. At his question, she couldn't help but laugh. What the hell was with the build-up? "Am I ready? I was waiting for you!" With that, she stood up from the bed and slung that army green canvas book bag over her shoulder, and gathered the bottle in hand with her back to Benji as he asked another question. "I won't say know, buuuuut..." With the drawn-out last word she turned and produced the bottle and held it out for him. "If we're gonna do that now, why don't we just ditch the party, stay at my place and have a little celebration ourselves, hm? Twist your arm?" She made the bottle dance before him in a little taunting dance while ditching her backpack on the floor.

"Come on Benji, a joint, some drinks, games, music... how could it get any better?" Now if there was one thing when it came to Gabby and booze, it was that she was a hell of a lightweight, so the girl had a habit of nursing her drinks. It was no holds barred when it came to getting waste at her own place. "We even have tombstone pizza I can toss in the oven and a family-size bag of Doritos we can annihilate." It was clear that Gabby was going to continue to plead the case until he gave in. She was pretty sure that it wouldn't take much to get him to bail out on the party, but it was best to try.

Her mom always had red solo cups and plastic wear, because they would both prefer not to do dishes. She was ready to get them both a cup and turn on the PS5 if he said yes. "Benji?" Gabby's tone was laced with a twinge of concern. "Is this about Cassandra possibly being at the party?" This was the reason she thought that her friend was acting weird. Maybe he still had feelings for the bitch. Maybe it hurt too much to still see that cunt's face. Gabby couldn't pretend to understand how he felt. To be honest she thought that he would make a better boyfriend for her than anyone. The only thing they didn't do was get intimate. They would not be Mr. and Mrs. Smith, but she trusted no one else, and the last few boyfriend trials were always compared to Benji. Benji almost always appeared to have no fucks to give and always listened to her so she was always happy to share his burdens.

"Remember when Dameon Fuller and I were dating and he was trash-talking me behind my back about my bedroom skills and you fucked up his face on my behalf?" She took his hand into his with a reassuring grip and looked him in the eyes. "I'd be more than happy to fuck her face up beyond recognition. I've said it countless times, Benji, you deserve someone way better than that cheating whore." A precious kiss was pressed to his cheek before she started to walk by him to head to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get the cups and we can get this party started, ok?"
 
He was more than a little surprised when his friend mentioned ditching the party. He had only agreed to go because it seemed like she wanted to pretty badly and now she was pulling a complete 180 on him and offering to stay. She produced a bottle of vodka seemingly out of thin air, and she kept listing things they could do with their first night of summer. The more she spoke, the more she convinced Benji it was a good idea to stay at home. That being said, she had Benji hooked from the beginning. He preferred just hanging out with Gabby one on one anyway. It was where the two of them had some of their best moments. Benji remembered the last time they did something like this. It was awhile ago, but Gabby got too drunk too quick and ended up passing out early and he spent the rest of the night playing Call of Duty. When she woke up, he had gained no less than twenty levels. The two of them just worked well with one another, and it was why she was his best friend. "Okay, okay, you convinced me." He said, with a laugh.

When she brought up Cassandra, part of him wanted to shake his head and tell her the real reason, but he still just couldn't bring himself to do it. She was fixated on the wrong thing. He didn't say anything when she talked about Cassandra and when she brought up her ex Dameon. Looking down when she took his hand into hers before meeting her gaze, he tried not to laugh when she said she would fuck up Cassandra's face. Then, she kissed his cheek and before he knew it had disappeared into the kitchen. His hand less than subtly went to the spot where she had kissed him. It almost tingled, and he could have sworn he felt the outline of her lips.

He was about to follow his friend when his phone buzzed and he looked down to see his brother asking how things had gone. He didn't want to text him that he hadn't yet, but he didn't have much else to say. He stood in her room for a moment longer before putting his phone away. Letting out a breath, Benji's heart began to pump again. He figured he'd rather make a move while she was still sober and could remember. If anything were to happen, he didn't want it to be chalked up to the fact they were both wasted, then he'd have to do it all over again or they'd have to go through an awkward phase where they sussed everything out. No, it was better to put everything on the line sooner rather than later. If there was a time to make a move, the time was now.

With a few slaps to his own face and hits to his head, Benji psyched himself up. Making his way down the hallway and into the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of Gabby's back. She was fishing in the cabinets for the afore mentioned cups for the night. In a few steps, he was behind her. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out, grabbing her arm and turning her towards him before pressing his lips against hers, pinning her body between his own and the counter. His arms wrapped around her much smaller body as he closed his eyes, half bracing himself for the impending slap
 
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Having walked into the kitchen and opened up the cabinet, Gabby was conflicted as to whether they should go with the shot glasses or the cups, but she did not trust herself to remember to clean the shot glasses and put them back before her mother got back home. Before she could snag the bag of solo cups from the top of the shelf she felt Benji grab her arm and before she could even register anything or manage to get a word out she found her best friend's lips pressed to her own. 'Oh my God, yes, ' she thought to herself. At the same time, she was thinking that maybe she was still knocked out from the last joint because this came out of nowhere. Soft hand wrapped around his body and she instinctively grabbed his shirt as she was held against his body.

The kiss was broken just long enough to get a look at Benji. Yeah, it was him. Her lips were still a hairsbreadth from his before she went back for seconds. A sigh of relief escaped through her nose and lips parted to seek solace past his. He was going to get an earful after this, but if her continuation of the kiss didn't spell things out then maybe the moan fed to him would get the approval through. It had been a long time since she had a boyfriend so there was no thought that she could be using Benji as a rebound. Especially not with all the toys that she had stashed away in her side table.

The kiss was broken and a little laugh. "Two things: one, I'm going to assume that you weren't worried about Cassandra, and two, what have I told you about going through my head without knocking first?" Despite the seemingly go-with-the-flow visage, there was a swarm of butterflies in her gut. Another quick kiss was snagged from his lips. This one was just out of pure disbelief that he had done so in the first place. "Are you okay, Benji? This seems a little too good to be true and random as hell." This was all so mind-boggling. "Is something wrong? Have you only been given so long to live? Have you suddenly been drafted and are getting shipped off to some classified location? Or..." the rest was up in the air as she shrugged her shoulders. Soft hands remained gripped upon the back of his shirt almost as though she was not going to let him go until she got an answer.

Was it so impossible to believe that Benji could actually like her beyond their best friend relationship? That they could get even closer and not have to worry about losing each other down the road? Then another thought hit her. The timing couldn't have been worse. They only had so much time together before she had to leave and go to college. Did he really want to do this now?
 
Could his timing have been better? Of course it could have been, but the longer he waited the less time they would have. Benji figured if things were going to go well, he might as well maximize things as much as possible. If they weren't going to go well, then at least he could move on and try to enjoy the rest of his summer. He had been thinking about Gabby in some degree since he had broken up with Cassandra, though much like the television shows and the movies, the timing just never seemed to line up. At least, that was the lie he was telling himself. He would never admit it, but the last few love songs that he had written for his band had been about Gabby. In each one, the description of the girl was just vague enough. He remembered the last one he had let Gabby listen to, she was adamant that the song was about Cassandra, despite everything he had told her otherwise. The though of Gabby leaving crossed his mind as well, but they were smart people. There was a decent chance they could make it work, right? For once, Benji knew he had to believe in them as a couple rather than just himself.

In truth, everything had gone better than even Benji had expected. She seemed to be kissing him back, even going as far as initiating another round. Her soft moan wasnt lost on his ears either. Benji was daft, but he wasnt near daft enough to ignore the positive signs coming from his best friend. Benji had figured he had waited long enough, and Gabby wasnt ed exactly the type to make use of a rebound, at least not to Benji's knowledge. Besides, Benji had snooped through her room looking for more games and to just be a snoop and he had found her drawer, at least, he had found the contents of her drawer. The sight had drained the color from his face, and he had been unlucky in the fact that she had come in soon after. He had thought he had covered his tracks well enough, but Gabby was much smarter than many people gave her credit for and people gave her a lot of credit. It never came up after that, maybe serving as something unspoken between the two of them for reason of embarrassment. Gabby embarrassed perhaps because of her sheer collection, and Benji embarrassed not only because his snooping blew up in his face but also because of the thoughts that the sight of her toys had stirred up.

With a little laugh, Benji shook his head at her inquiry. No, he was not worried about Cassandra. To her second comment, he simply just smiled. "If you didnt want me going through your head, you shouldnt have given me a key." It was his songwriter brain coming through, the remark surprising even him. He had never had such a sly remark before. At least, he perceived the remark to be quite sly. Her questions continued and Benji broke their little pecks. "You talk too much." He said finally before he kissed her, this time a little more passionately than before. His tongue slid out of his mouth, brushing against her lips for a moment.

The musician couldnt believe things had gone this well, though it was hard to ignore the signs she had been giving him. Finally, he broke their kiss once more, but only so he could reposition his head and kiss the sensitive flesh of her neck. He wanted to show her how much he adored her and worshipped her. He trailed light kisses down her next before nibbling on her earlobe.
 
His smart remark earned him a roll of her green eyes and smile. Soon after he voiced that she was talking too much, she was easily shut up with his next kiss. His shirt was relinquished, but those hands were just too greedy to be kept all to themselves. Instead, her hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt for the palms of hands to slide up his back. This time it was her heart that was racing. She was going to be drunk off of the adrenaline alone that Benji was causing. The neck was her weak spot it was an easy tell when it came to her. "Oh God..." she whispered as the kiss was broken and he honed in like a missile, peppering kisses along her neck. Nails gently dug into the flesh of his back from the pleasure he was bringing her. One hand removed itself from his back and ventured to the front to slide down his body and caress at what was trapped behind the cloth prison of his shorts. If there was one new thing that Benji was going to learn, it was that his best friend loved sex.

Without a boyfriend, then it was a lot of masturbating, but nothing that she would openly voice, but when a dick was involved the girl was a borderline nymphomaniac with a desire to please. "Benji..." his name was whispered with a sense of need. By now she was easily soaked and dying to get out of her bathing suit. Hell, he could take her on the kitchen counter or they could take the more traditional route and head back to her bedroom, but she desperately wanted him. All of him. This was better than a blunt or a bottle of vodka. Maybe after this, they would take part in those, but their relationship had just been bumped up and there was a whole new thing to celebrate.

"If you do not plan on going all the way with me tonight then you might want to stop now, because I am so close to jumping your bones, Benji." Like the fact that she was actively trying to summon his cock like a damn genie out of a bottle wasn't enough evidence of that. Neither one of them were virgins. To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure if he had sex with anyone other than Cassandra, but now Cassandra was going to be wiped from existence if Gabby had her way with Benji. She probably sounded like one hell of a slut due to the lack of pause between his unspoken admission of wanting to be with her and her desire to run her tongue up and down whatever heat he was packing and rock his world. They were definitely going to make the best of this summer. There were breaks through school here and there and the holidays were a given so she had already made plans to come back and visit. Now she was going to be dying to come back, just for him.
 
The man wasnt a virgin, though he wasnt the most experienced person in the world. By his own body count he sat firmly at two. The first was Cassandra, and the second was a quick fling with some girl that happened to be at a party Gabby had dragged him to. One thing had led to another, and they had had sex in the bathroom. It was terrible, and even if Gabby had found out he would be ashamed. Almost everything else he knew about sex came from porn or what other people told him. Still, he was comfortable in his own skin, and Cassandra had actually taught him quite a bit about how to please a woman. Again, Gabby would never know, but the neck kissing had come from Cassandra. Her whispering was like music to his ears. By now, they had already come this far, there was no point in stopping, right? They had a long, fun, and memorable night ahead of them, and Benji was all in. He had been waiting for this moment for as ling as he could remember.

By now, his own hands ahead found their way to her ass, giving her cheeks a few good squeezes. Hell, with the way things were going may e they would just spend the rest of the night naked with each other. Ignoring her comment, almost as though he wasnt even entertaining the notion of stopping, his hands moved from her ass, finding the button of her denim shorts and undoing it. From there, he slid his left hand inside both the shorts and her bathing suit. Running his finger along the outside of her slit, he realized the two of them could never be best friends after this. Whatever relationship they had had with one another previously was gone and for better or for worse, their relationship was going to be different. If things didnt end up working out, everything would just be a memory.

Benji was a decent amount taller than she was. His long and lanky arms finding access to anything they wanted. As she whispered his name, he pushed one of his long digits inside of her. His mouth left her next, finding her own once more. This time, he went all the way with it, pushing his tongue between her lips. Her mouth was probably going to be somewhat of a second home for his tongue, at least for a little while. At the moment, it didnt really matter what Gabby wanted, it was about what Benji wanted
 
She should have known that Benji was going to get what he wanted. She was just excited that what he wanted was her. His hands made their way to her ass and seemed to take residence there for a moment before they worked on unbuttoning her shorts. It seems that her Benji was just as impatient as she was because rather than remove the shorts and have he remove the bathing suit bottom he went right on in and teased the slick delta of her sex. A gasp was ripped from her lungs before she was silenced with a kiss. A moan was practically fed to him as his finger delved deep into her sex. Benji was really not letting her get a moment to show how much she wanted him, but she was far from complaining. It was suddenly getting really hot and her hands pulled the material of the bathing suit covering her breasts down. Taut nipples adorned creamy mounds silently aching for attention.

What on earth was Benji doing to her? She was bound to break if he kept this up. He would always be able to tell just how good he was doing from the noises she was making, muffled or not. The night had just begun and it was already as awesome as she had hoped but in a way that she did not see coming. Eyes were laden with lust and there was a moment where she had to break the kiss just to get some much needed air. It felt as though Benji had sucked all of the air out of the room and left her none. So much damn pleasure from a single finger. When the need for air was sated she snagged his lips in another kiss: hot, heavy, and passionate.

At the rate Benji was going she would not be surprised to find out that their first course was going to end in the kitchen. "Benji... baby..." Any word after that was cut off with a swift shock of pleasure from his skillful fingering. His finger easily covered in evidence of just how much she was enjoying this."Fuck you Benji..." she uttered between kisses for him having cut off whatever she was trying to say before. As always, he could be an asshole but he was her asshole and she wouldn't trade him for the world.
 
There was a big difference between Benji on his game and Benji when he was indecisive. Clearly, the version of Benji that she was enjoying, or rather enjoying her, was one that could conquer the world. He took what he wanted, his movements were confident, and he didnt take no for an answer. Gabby was in an odd position as she had seen both versions of her best friend. The current iteration was a far cry from the one that was grovelling over his ex girlfriend. It was different than the one earlier that couldnt gather his own cohones to make a move on his best friend. He was impatient, rash, and determined. He had her pinned in a corner, and as his mouth and finger worked, he didnt quite have the wherewithal to notice exactly what she was doing. He loved teasing Gabby. Watching her squirm was one of his most favorite things about their friendship. Normally, he watched her squirm with his words, and yet now, he was taking things to a whole new level. Letting out a laugh when she told him off, they both knew that what was happening was long overdue.

Slick digits glided in and out of her easily, and with his free hand, he unbuttoned his own jeans. Things had picked up to a feverish pitch. There was so much to do, and so little time to do them all in. He couldnt wait for the bedroom though, he needed her now. Breaking the dancing of their tongues for a brief moment, he took a step back from her before peeling off his shirt and discarding it somewhere in the living room. He had deciding that he was done teasing her, and the frantic movements of his hands foretold the entire tale. Grabbing her jean shorts and swim bottoms with his hands, he pulled them off of her. By now, his own jeans had slid down, catching on his thighs. They were tight, but not quite tight enough to remain fixed around his waist with no belt.

His own eyes had glazed over as well, and he continued his own mission. His hands found her ass once more as his lips began another assault, starting first with her jawline before moving to her earlobe for a brief moment before sliding to her neck. This time, he knew how she reacted to little kisses, he took it up as notch. Sucking on the tender flesh once more, it was almost as if he wanted to leave marks on her in a declaration that she was his
 
Bad boy Benji was entirely in control and Gabriella may have been impatient, but she'd be lying if she said that she didn't find him hot as hell right now. A chime on her phone sounded from her bedroom but it was easily ignored. Ironically enough it was David asking if she and Benji were still coming to the party tonight. If she had known what the message had said, she'd safely wager that the answer was a big fat no. This confident asshole interrupted all coherent thoughts with what he was doing. Of course, the musician would be damn good with his fingers. Her arms were spread across the marble countertop that felt icy cold compared to the molten lava shooting through the veins just under her skin.

When the kiss was broken and his fingers finally ceased their antics she looked at just who was standing before her as his shirt was tossed aside. Her own hands made quick work of her bikini top and tossed it in some random area to be forgotten about. With the assistance of dropping her shorts and the bottoms of her bathing suit, which landed as a pool of fabric at her feet and were kicked aside, there was nothing else standing in the way of whatever he wanted access to. It felt as if it had finally been too damn long when those talented hands and their owner came back and grabbed a hold of her ass while the slender fingers of one hand danced across the marble hard flesh of what she was dying for.

This man already knew what buttons he was pushing with where his kisses landed. Soft whimpers escaped lips that seemed almost fearful of closing for fear of having the wind knocked out of her again with the sensual assault on her senses going on. Gabby was proving to be a vocal one. The frustration is more than evident in how her body spoke. On one hand, she was in love with what he was doing to her neck, and on the other she wanted him to ruin her from within so badly. Slender fingers wrapped around that hot rod of his but the grip faltered with his ministrations. How long was he going to keep this up? Benji was torturing both of them at the same time and she was helpless to follow in his lead.

If this was a preview of how their intimate sessions would be for the entire summer then she was going to be extra fit for her first day of college and going through some nasty withdrawals as well. They had just begun and already she knew that her slew of toys wouldn't be able to come close to substituting for Benji. The secretly sick-minded Gabby would kill to have Cassandra see just how savage Benji was. That bitch grated hr nerves with the shit she said about him. Then again, maybe there was no real reason to hold that grudge since bitchy Barbie's loss was clearly and deliciously her gain.
 
He would always tell people that Gabby made him who he was, however this new persona that Gabby was seeing was all Cassandra's fault. She had driven Benji to dwell on why she would cheat on him and the only thing he could come up with was he was bad in bed. At least, he was too complacent between the sheets. With Cassandra, he often times let her dictate what she wanted. He would let her make whatever moves she wanted and he would respond accordingly. He was like a little dog, waiting for it's master to act before it was able to react. He hated knowing that he was shit at sex and he had hated knowing that it was the reason why his first serious girlfriend had cheated on him. After that, as dumb as it sounded, he spent time trying to get better. He would read articles, watch videos, go on Reddit until he had successfully created this new attitude that Gabby and the world was seeing for the first time. Unfortunately for Cassandra, Gabby was the sole beneficiary of her actions. Benji would never leave his best friend, especially not now.

Hands moved as he broke the assault on her neck once more. Pushing his skinny jeans down to his ankles before he tried kicking them off. They were tight on him, and his ankle had gotten caught in one of the cuffs. It took a second of shaking his ankle before he finally just reached down and removed it. They were both without a stitch now, and Benji felt almost as though they'd spend the entire night like this no matter what they were doing. The kitchen and living room were a mess of strewn about clothes, but even then, they wouldn't have to worry about it for quite some time. Benji knew he was pushing Gabby's buttons. He knew by her whimpers and the way she was touching him that she was growing frustrated. Benji wanted to get it over with as well, and even if he was torturing himself, he was still talking great joy in the frustration it brought to his friend. In some cases, agony was almost worth it.

Between his legs hung his member. An uncircumsized cock that was above average measuring a full 7 inches. Cassandra had never complained about his size, only the fact that he never seemed to use it all that well. He stepped back towards her, his mouth claiming hers once more. His arms found her ass once more, but this time he lifted her in the air. His tongue danced with hers as he moved her from the counter. Taking a couple of steps, he pressed her back against the cold refridgerator. Even for being as skinny as he was, Benji was still strong. His muscles tensed as he supported her weight. A thin sheen of sweat materialized on his brow, half from their earlier session, and half from the current strain on his muscles. Benji was completely enthralled with Gabby. His brother had been right. His brother was always right.

Breaking the kiss, he met eyes with her, almost as a confirmation that they should go further. Adjusting his hand placement he hooked his arms underneath his legs in order to give himself more room to work as well as support her a little better. He knew he should have probably gotten a condom or asked if she had one, but he was in the moment, and he couldn't wait any longer. During the slight pause, it was almost as though Benji was savoring the moment. If you had told him this morning that this was how he was going to celebrate his last day of school, he would have laughed right in your face. Leaning in, his lips found her neck as the head of his cock pierced her teen sex.
 
As her friend stepped back to remove the rest of his clothing, she got to take a moment to marvel at the sheer size of what he was armed with. Was he always that big?! Well... there was another thing that she could say that Benji had over her exs. The mere sight caused her to feel like a flash flood just took place between her thighs. For a moment she found herself wondering if she could even keep up with him. Before she could dwell on the thought any further, her lips were stolen again in the form of a heated kiss. How could she love and hate someone so much in the same breath? The shock of suddenly being lifted off of her feet was nothing compared to the cold surface of the fridge against her hot flesh.

None of that took from the excitement of what was about to come. As the kiss was broken her eyes pleaded with him. Her arms came to rest on his shoulders. Gabby's mom was a nurse with a teenage daughter. It may have been criticized by other parents, but Ms. B didn't give a damn. At the age of seventeen, she took her daughter to the gynecologist, and when asked if they wanted to put her on birth control there was a big fat yes. The NuvaRing was inserted and teenage pregnancy was one less thing to worry about for the mother and daughter. When she initially got it, Gabby was super embarrassed. The hormones from the NuvaRing had her emotional as hell and she nearly bit Benji's head off twice. Eventually, she acclimated to the built-in birth control and often forgot about it.

Pregnancy was far from her mind when she whispered his name in a soft plea to unite them in a whole new way. Her head tilted to allow easier access to her neck and her eyes closed from just how good a kiss could make her feel. A gasp was ripped forth from her lung followed by the most satisfying moan that could be conjured as Benji finally gave her what she wanted. Her body was greedy and aching for his invasive member. Benji was amazing. Gabby was in awe of her friend. He felt larger than he appeared and the guy looked very much well endowed from what she saw. "Oh my God, Benji" The words were moaned softly and a result of the kisses and the cock combined. "Please.... Benji... please...." she pleaded knowing damn well that Benji was going to do whatever Benji wanted to. There were tones that she had never made towards her friend because they were never needed. That sensual tone of desire was certainly a new side of her for him.

Hell, the girl's voracious appetite was taken for more easily than she had expected. Her first boyfriend she never had sex with. The second was such a bitch in bed, that she felt like she was doing all of the work. The last one was a piece of work. She had fun with him and was mad enough at one point to take it out on him during sex, which he ended up LIKING! Never has anyone manhandled her like Benji was right now. Benji was going to be a whole new drug for her. "Oh yes..." whether she got what she wanted or not, her friend was still doing a damn good job of making her feel good. "Benji baby..." That one had absolute approval written all of it. He was an ass, but he knew what he was doing.
 
Inch after inch of his member disappeared into his best friend. Just when he was unsure how much more she was going to be able to take, his hips touched hers. Holding his cock inside her for a brief moment, the two ferverously kissed as though it was their last day on earth together. He had been waiting so long for this and countless nights of pining for his beat friend had led him to this point. She would get her opportunity to express exactly what she wanted, but she wasnt going to get it before he showed her exactly how long he had been holding these feelings inside him. It felt amazing to finally do what he had wanted and by the mewls that were coming from her mouth, she was enjoying it as well.

His bare chest pressed into hers as his hips began picking up steam. Only a few hours earlier, her mother had been in this kitchen and now he was taking her daughter against the refrigerator. He wondered what Ms. B would say. He knew there was a time she would drop subtle hints to hin about taking her daughter on a date but after Gabby's last boyfriend those talks stopped dead in their tracks. Benji had wondered why, but figured that maybe she realized he was too much of a coward to actually make a move on her daughter. If only she could see him now. He was treating his daughter like she was his property, and she was loving it.

Lactic acid build up in his arms and in his legs. His muscles burned and his back was slick with sweat. Their bodies were smashed together against the refrigerator and when he peeled her back off of it, he could see the subtle outline of her body in sweat against the stainless steel. The room was beginning to reek as smells from their body filled the tiny and Ill ventilated space. He had seen her draped around other guy from school's enough, and he had grown quite sick of it. It wasnt her fault, but that didnt mean she was exempt. Breaking their kiss, he leaned down once more sucking on her neck. By the time he had stopped, he could see a little red nub forming.

Slowly, he let her down, pulling his cock from her before moving the fun over to the counter. Bending her over the counter, he entered her again. The mixture of his arms growing too tired and the buildup of sweat meant she was getting a little slippery. Still, he didnt want her to have too much control, so he gathered her arms behind her back, holding them with his left arm against her lower back. He wasnt through quite yet. Every so often he would grunt or groan, but he wasnf much for words. At least not at the moment
 
She kissed him like he was essential for her survival. The taste of him was intoxicating although she knew something else that she would prefer to get a taste of. Panting noises joined the sensual symphony of what was taking place in the kitchen of 7012 Ashen Way apartment 302. There was a cold sweat forming as her sex was constantly violated without a word. It felt as though Benji was angry fucking her to vent, but damn was such a thought tossed aside with ease. The coolness licked at her back as she was pulled away from the fridge, that hot cock removed from her greedy body and stood upon her own two feet. Apparently the bedroom was still too far for Benji's taste because next she found herself easily bent over the counter top before being promptly taken again.

She was not used to such a large cock and the shock to her senses when he unceremoniously made himself back home inside of her left her dying. Her wrists were siezed and held behind her leaving her friend in complete control. The sound of flesh slapping flesh started back up again and the panting ensued. Learning that he was not one for words during sex really quick, Gabby was easily focused on just how good she felt. A high pitch gasp came out of nowhere, captive fists balled up, and the tell tale clutch were signs that she had spilled over the edge. The climax rocked her world and got her tighter around that persistent cock. Instinctively she writed in his grasp as Gabby was fucked through her orgasm. "F-Fuck...."

This was otherworldly for her. Sex was never this good before and she almost felt selfish for it. Gabriella couldn't even being to fathom what things were going to be like after this. This was a while new side of Bengi that she had never seen. Was he like this with Cassandra? It was hard to believe that anyone would cheat on a guy so sweet with a sex drive like this. Slowly did her mind dissend from nirvana to find her Benji fucking her thoroughly. Admittedly she just a bit of energy with that last orgasm and it showed as she drudged on taking the pleasure with what little she had. He left her no time to gather herself and made it quicker for her to build up to another apex. The questions was, how long was he going to last?
 
The more he pumped his cock into his friend, the better she made hin feel. Applying a slap to her ass, he felt his friend shake as orgasmic bliss took hold of her. He had to admit, this had been quite amazing. He viewed his friend in a completely different light now and how could her not? It only took him a few more pumps before he was groaning loudly. Finally he came, shooting a hit, sticky rope of cum inside Gabby. He wasnt sure how long it lasted or how much he came, but he finally pulled out. His shoulders had slumped from relaxation. He was sticky with sweat, and he was panting quite hard. His muscles ached from the physical exertion and he let out a satisfied breath.

Letting go of her arms as the wave of euphoria ended. The glaze on his eyes faded, and he was honestly a little worried at how his friend would react. He had treated her almost like an object and he was sure she wouldnt be too pumped with him. If there was one thing Benji knew about Gabby it was that she was far from a princess. She was a fighter and even if she seemed like she was enjoying it, she also believed in an eye for an eye. It seemed as though old Benji was back, though he never really knew what to say after sex. Nornally he just passed out, but the night was still young. Reaching out, he grabbed her and hugged her from behind. His more affectionate side coming out as he nuzzled into her sweaty back.

"So.. wanna smoke a joint?" He asked her with a laugh with almost nothing else to say. Walking and leading her from behind, he led her back into her room before sitting down in his usual chair and pulling her into his lap. Quickly, he realized he left the joints outside in his Jean's and he let out a little groan. Sitting with her in his lap felt so right. "The joints are in my jeans." He said finally in a defeated tone. "And I'm much too comfy to move." He said, his muscles still aching just a little bit
 
The sting to the ass fished a shark gasp arousal from the girl and the sound of Benji groaning followed by the feeling of being filled to the brim was a delicious moment for her. Most of her weight was on the counter she had not realized just how much energy she had lost throughout that whole miniature fuckfest. First, she had to catch her breath and get her head out of the fog as her body continued to tingle with pleasure in the aftermath. As soon as her arms were released she used what little strength was in them to sit her upper half up and off of the cold countertop. At this moment she barely had the energy to speak. She had no idea that sex fiend Benji had switched off at this point and that OG Benji was back when she was grabbed from behind. She wanted to cuss him out and protest, but she loved what he had just done.

As soon as she felt him nuzzling her, she knew that he had gotten his fill. His question about the joint nearly made her laugh, but it did cause a smile he was unable to see as well as a roll of her eyes. Now they were going to go to her room and clearly, she was not getting away from Benji anytime soon, or so she thought. The announced reason for his groan did get a little laugh out of her. With a sigh, she got off of his lap and walked back into the living room and kitchen where the smell of sex still hung in the air. Their clothes were all strewn about, but she found his jeans and fished out the joints from his pocket along with the lighter.

She didn't even wait to get back to the room and lit up the joint and took a good hit as she walked back to the bedroom. Gabby took up a seat back in Benji's lap and handed him the join as she relaxed her head back on his shoulder and relaxed. Silence was something scary when it came to the girl. It would mean that she was tied up in her thoughts and plotting something. If anyone was renowned for staying out of trouble it was slick Gabby. She was an equal opportunity ass whooper so men and women and everyone in between were on her hit list. Cassandra had been the last one, but now Benji had her wondering what to do with his new personality. Gabby left him a free hand to smoke with, but took his free hand and guided him to rest it on her thigh. She needed a few more puffs before she would speak. It was nice to let Benji stew in his thoughts. He liked to make her squirm... and she loved to do the same right back to him.
 
As she stood, Benji knew exactly where she was headed. Putting his hands together in almost a praying motion, he silently thanked her as he watched his naked friend disappear into the hallway. He couldn't see her face, and Benji took solace in the brief moment alone. His mind had just begun to churn when the smell of burning weed hit his nostrils, it seemed to pull him from his own thoughts, if not for a brief moment. He looked up at her before he felt his friend sit back down on his lap. It was June, so the night still proved to be a little warmer. The sweat was starting to evaporate off of his skin, and the brief spurts of cool air were quite comfortable, especially with another human's body head in close proximity. Taking the joint, he put it between his lips and let it hand out of his mouth for a brief moment. When she grabbed his hand, he snaked it around her back before resting it on her outer thigh almost as though he were holding her in his lap and keeping her safe.

The male was certainly physically dominant over her. Even though he was taller and a little lankier, he knew he was still stronger than her. Her strength came through the mental side of things. She was much smarter than he was, and the deafening silence certainly wasn't lost on him. He was thinking mostly clearly, the steady stream of smoke from the joint ensured he wasn't completely sober. Taking a large drag, he handed the joint back to her. This was like paradise for Benji. He was doing his favorite thing with his favorite person, the only difference from the last few times they had partook was the fact that they were now both naked. He did get lost in his own thoughts for a moment as she was tending to the joint. His mind wandered, wondering what she was thinking about. He couldn't tell what was on her mind with the silence in the room. At the same time, it was almost like they didn't need to say anything. They were just enjoying each other's presence and company.

After another few minutes, Benji couldn't take it anymore. "Say something." He said, his frustration and anxiety evident in his voice. Benji was never one for silence and Gabby seemed to know this about her best friend. There wasn't much she likely didn't know about him, however it never dawned on Benji that this may have been the case. The night was still very young, and Benji wondered where they went from here. Clearly, she was as into him as he was into her. That wasn't the issue. The issue was, what was going on in Gabby's brain and what she was plotting. If Benji knew one thing about Gabby, it was that a silent Gabriella often meant she was deep in thought and planning something. He let out a little laugh after nother few moments of silence. "I can't believe you." He said with the shake of his head.
 
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