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

It pained her to see Benji so conflicted. It was not easy for her either, but she always thought of him first. Gabriella did linger outside of the door when he finally went inside. Maybe he would come back out and change his mind? It sounded cute, but what would they do? He needed to rest, but it was easier said than done when it came to Benji. With a barely audible sigh, she turned on her heel and headed up the night flight of stairs to her apartment. Already she could hear the tv in her mom's room running. As the front door was opened she could see that her mom's bedroom door was cracked with the light and noise from the tv spilling into the rest of the apartment.

With a peek into her mom's room she could see that she had actually fallen asleep with the tv on, remote in hand. Gabby slid the remote from her mom's hand. "Good night mom." Like clockwork that was her mom's queue to grumble a good night to her daughter and roll over to get more comfortable. "The empty wine bottle on the side of her mom's bed spoke volumes. The tv was turned off and she set the remote on her mom's side table before she walked out and closed the door.

Gaby managed to get into her room, slip her clothes off, and brush her teeth when she hear her little text chime go off. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt that actually belonged to Benji. Long locks were loose and framed her face as she looked down at her phone with the messages that were sent by Benji. Of course, he couldn't sleep. Her bedroom light was turned off and the blanket on the back of the sofa was pulled down and a pillow was positioned on the sectional sofa.

It was cool outside and a breeze kissed at the exposed flesh of her legs and arms, but her slippers that were on her feet kept her from feeling the cold of the cement stairs as she made her way down.

"Come outside."

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If he would join her she was going to take him upstairs and just crawl on the sofa with him and call it a night. Knowing her mother, she had doubts that the woman would get made. On the sofa, it was clear that her daughter was not trying to hide anything and there was an alarm set on her phone for 8AM for no real reason other than trying to get better at waking up at an appropriate time. The seconds felt like an eternity as she waited for Benji. If he fell asleep before getting her text it would be a laughing matter. It would be good that he managed to fall asleep, but suck that she came downstairs in just an oversized t-shirt at night to retrieve him. Only time would tell.
 
Waiting for the text felt like an eternity. Maybe Gabby had heeded her own advice and fallen asleep herself. Staring at the blank screen on his phone, he saw the notification of a text pop up before his phone made an audible ding. Standing and taking a moment to change into his own pajamas, something he hadn't done in awhile, he grabbed his favorite sweatshirt before making his way outside of the apartment. Closing and locking the door behind him, he made his way over to her and smiled a sheepish smile when he saw her wearing his t-shirt. Reaching his hand out, he intertwined his fingers with hers before following up upstairs to a place he got to know really well over the last few months.

Kicking his shoes off when they got inside, he followed her to the couch before laying down and wrapping his arm around her when she too lay down. Just the smell and the feeling of her body against his was enough to put him at ease. He closed his eyes, drinking in the moment, knowing there was a decent this was their last night together for a long while. There were so many moving parts. With his show, and he going off to college, there honestly was no telling when they would have time for each other again. He nuzzled his face between her shoulder blades as he held her tight in his arms for a moment.

The boy was never great and verbalizing what he was feeling. He had always someone who had believed that actions spoke volumes. If he wanted to show appreciation for something, he would show it by doing something for the other person. His other main outlet for his emotions had been his song writing. Still, as he lay there, he found his body a little more at ease, but the thought tugging at his brain was the fact that he should have made his move sooner. At least they would have had a little more time. With only three months or so of a relationship under their belts, a long distance break would spell certain doom. There were other relationships that lasted much longer between much more mature people that couldn't survive through a long distance apart, why would theirs?

"I'm sorry." Benji whispered finally. There were tears brimming to his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry." He said again, his voice breaking as wave after wave of emotion flooded over his mind. He held onto her tighter with his arms that were around her, and hugged her like his life depended on it. He was nervous. He was anxious. Most of all, he was scared. Scared that life was coming much too quickly for him and he couldn't keep up. He breathed in a long breath. He had never felt so vulnerable or needy as he did right now, and while Gabby was there to make him feel better, he couldn't help but feel absolutely overwhelmed.
 
It was a breath of fresh air when Benji emerged from his apartment. Hand in hand they made their way upstairs and to her sofa. It eased her nerves to spend another night in his arms. Nights were not going to be the same. Sure, they did not get to spend every night with each other, but with extended periods of time apart, it was going to be absolute torture. Just when she thought that her boyfriend would be able to get a good night's rest she felt his embrace tighten. His whispered words went directly to her soul. The second time he spoke broke her heart. Did he not have faith in their relationship? Gabriella would never dream of cheating on him.

"Don't apologize, Benji," she pried his hands from her body to give her room to turn in his arms. The orange streetlights bled through the living room sheer curtains and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness at this point. A kiss was pressed to his lips and left to linger for what felt like an eternity. "It will be hard, but time apart is not going to make me love you any less." Gabriella had faith that he was going to be so successful in his endeavors. He would be busy on the road and happy or so she kept trying to tell herself. The girl was known for keeping her shit together, but she knew that when the day came for her to leave she was going to be a hot mess of tears on the road trip with her mom up to the college.

There was no way that she was going to be able to get some sleep until he passed out. Next thing she knew her phone was going off on the coffee table. Her mom sounded as though she was in the shower and Gabby was still attempting to wake up when she swiped her alarm off on her phone and cuddled back comfortably back where she was before being rudely interrupted.
 
By the time the alarm had gone off, Benji was long gone. After their last kiss that night, he watched as she drifted into sleep. It wasnt exactly easy to sneak out, the toughest part being getting her out of his embrace. It took him more than a few tries and some of his own cunning, but eventually found himself on the floor next to the couch. Sneaking out of her apartment, closing the door softly behind him, he opted to go on a long walk around town. The town was decently small, and there wasnt too much to fear. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. By the time he had walked a decent ways away, however, most of the homeless and the gang bangers had already retired for the night.

He found himself in the park he always used to play at across town. Sometimes he found himself here if he needed to think or have a moment to himself. This was certainly one of those moments. Every passing minute was a minute closer to his eventual fate. Perhaps it wasnt the fact that he was leaving Gabby. She would be around and while the distance would be a bitch, it was manageable. No, the thing that really had him on edge, was this was it. If he failed here, his fate would be signed and dated. He would live in this town forever, working some dead end job that he hated, and swimming in Gabby's or maybe even someone else's wake. History certainly wasnt on his side either.

He fell asleep in that park finally, before the bright rays from the sun above woke him. His eyes simply plopped open. He realized he had left his phone at Gabbys, her couch had likely eaten it. He was a little disoriented, and his mind just seemed blank. He couldnt think of anything, much less gather his worries. Standing up, he started walking to the bus stop, unsure of his end destination. Maybe he would just meet up with his band...
 
Gabby's mom startled her with a kiss to the temple and a nudge to her shoulder while asking, "Why are you sleeping on the sofa?" It took a second to still her heart down and another minute to realize that Benji was nowhere in sight. Maybe he dashed early this morning? She could only assume that was the case. "Good morning, mom," Gabby grumbled as opposed to answering her mom's question. For a moment she remained on the sofa until she woke up a bit more before tossing her legs over the side with an exaggerated sigh. The smell of coffee tickled her nose as her mom seemed to have the right idea.

"What's with the dramatic sigh? You might want to get your things together, you have two days before we take that four-hour road trip up to your dorm, Are you even finished packing your things yet?" Talk about a smack in the face with reality. You would think that the girl would be excited about getting her own place and getting a fresh start somewhere else, but... Benji. "This sucks." Ms. B was not gonna pretend what was going on in her daughter's mind. It was a dangerous place to venture for sure. All the woman could do was pour a second cup of coffee and hand it off to her daughter without another word before heading to her room, no doubt, to get dressed.

Her phone was spotted on the floor and she took a moment to call Benji, just to make sure he was up and getting ready. The phone rang and rang, but she noticed a vibrating sound in sync with the phone call. Gabby looked around and dug into the crevice between the cushions and dug out her boyfriend's dying cellphone. It seemed as though today's theme was sighing as she relinquished another one and just got off of the sofa and hopped in the shower. This one was a long shower and she would rather stop thinking altogether than about what lay ahead. Gabby figured that Benji would stop by to get his phone before joining up with the guys.

A crop top was made out of one of their band tees that she slipped on paired with some skin-tight jeans and a pair of her favorite black combat boots. Long hair was left down to air dry and her phone was plucked from the charger. She had Benjis on the charger in the kitchen and she snagged his telling her mom that she was heading out and when to knock on her boyfriend's apartment door. Once... twice... three times she knocked on the apartment door wondering if anyone was home. This morning was not off to a good start. If no one was home or is Benji was in the shower or still knocked out he still had to get his phone.

Sure, the gig wasn't until later but the band was going to meet up before that, this much she knew. Gabby went back up to the apartment and went straight back to her room where she sat in the comfy chair and tried to drown her cares with video games. Ms. B heard the door open and close a second time and was wondering what was going on, but talked herself out of it. She and Gabby would have a long enough ride to talk about what was going on and she would rather enjoy her day off before that trip. Call of Duty was her game of choice and her KD was earning her some rather unsavory names from the enemy team. Where the fuck is Benji?
 
"You look like shit." The endearing words of his bandmate greeting him as he showed up to the little storage unit towards the back of the facility. It had been their meeting place for quite some time, and while they regularly blasted their music, they only had one real complaint. "You ready to run through the set?" Their singer asked as he stood up off of their amp. His words were met with silence, as Benji stared off into space. He was wearing the same clothes as he had the night before, his hair was a mess, he had clear bags under his eyes, and his eyeballs were red and puffy. With a little bit of annoyance, Maurice pushed Benji. "The fuck is the matter with you man?" He asked as he stepped forward for another push before Cain got between them.

"Don't fuck this up for the rest of us man." Maurice started. "We have worked too hard to-" His words were cut off. "Yeah I got it." Benji said before making eye contact with Maurice. "All I'm saying is.." Maurice started again before Benji stepped forward and pushed him this time. "I said I got it." He said before stepping over to his guitar and slinging it over his shoulder. "Let's just do this." He said as Cain and Maurice looked at each other before stepping towards their own instruments. The band ran through the set one time, but were rather unhappy with how it sounded, so they ran through their set another time, then another. Before they could go a fourth time, an alarm on Cain's phone buzzed signaling it was time for them to go to the show.

There were certainly tension within the group as they travelled in Cain's car to the venue, and the band hardly spoke as they were led backstage and back into their familiar dressing room from the night before. Already, fans were starting to file into the decent sized arena. They were opening for a big named band in front of their home crowd. If there was a night that odds would be in their favor, it was this one. Benji still seemed a little off throughout the whole process, enough so where Cain had tried pulling him aside to speak to him. His request was quickly shrugged off. Another hour passed, and a stagehand poked his head into the room. "You guys are on." He said before disappearing.

Plans of a pep talk quickly went out the window as the group individually psyched themselves up. Then, it was showtime.

The crowd began to cheer as the lights went dark. The band had had this whole routine planned out, but Benji just wasn't feeling it anymore. A gnawing sensation at the pit of his stomach had him nauseous for most of the time backstage. Cain, the member of the band who almost never got nervous, had burned through an entire pack of cigarettes in only an hour and a half. Slowly, the three band members made their way onto the stage. As Benji was putting on his guitar, the slight jostling caused his guitar to make a noise sending the crowd into a frenzy. A large piece of fabric was the only thing standing between them and their destiny at this point. With one last exchanged glance with each other, Cain tapped his sticks together.

"One, two, one, two three four."

He said as they started to play one of their harder hitting songs as the curtain drew. Benji still was having a little bit of a harder time getting into the music, making a couple of noticeable mistakes. As they finished their first song, and got into their second song, he found himself getting a little more into his craft. By the time their third song rolled around, he was drenched in sweat and playing to the crowd to the best of his abilities. He imagined he was just playing for Gabby, and entered almost a state of zen while his fingers were a blur working the neck and strumming as hard as he could. It was clear, the band was playing for it's life, and the crowd was eating up every minute of it.

At one point, Benji even walked towards the microphone, and Maurice and Benji shared a bit of a harmony yelling into the microphone towards the crowd. It was nearly impossible to hear himself thing and concentrate on playing the music, but the sound of the crowd seemed to invigorate him. His main guitar solo was towards the end of the set, and Benji played his guitar with such fervor he ended up breaking his top string which caused the crowd to cheer even louder. Their stage presence was unmistakeable, and by the time the last song ended, Benji, Maurice, and Cain were all panting, but the crowd was chanting their band's name. As the curtain drew, the band struck a pose and Maurice thanked all of the hometown fans.

The band was buzzing as they got backstage, only to be quickly met by a man in a suit. "It was a shaky start, but I represent the band you are opening for, Genocide Pact." He said as he looked at what really amounted to kids. "And they would be honored to have you guys open for them for the rest of the tour." The news was a shock, and the band celebrated among themselves before the man cleared his throat. "You guys leave tonight, and will have a seperate tour bus from the band. Food and transportation will be paid for. Pack a bag, say goodbye to whoever you need to say goodbye to, and meet back here at 1 AM tonight." He said before he turned to walk away. "Once again, congratulations on the great set." He said before he left leaving the band to break out in celebration once more.

After his moment with the band, Benji set out. He reached into his pocket looking for his phone, but realized he didn't have it. His heart sank, how was he going to find Gabby? She was the only person he was thinking about, and knew it was finally time to say goodbye for a little while. Heading out, he knew roughly where she would be for the concert, as he had gotten her the tickets. He needed to see her. Now.
 
Gabby hadn't heard from Benji all morning. She figured that he might find an alternative way to get ahold of her and it was clear that he was not coming back home. She had managed to prestige her character and unlocked a gold camo for one of her favorite assault rifles. Two visits from her mom were all that she needed before the single mother realized that her daughter was having an emotional internal turmoil. The first time she placed a slice of cheesecake on Gabby's side table with a fork and kiss on the forehead while the girl was in the middle of a match.

"Thank you, mom," she uttered with a genuine and meek tone of appreciation. She plucked Benji's fully charged phone from off of the charger and placed it in her small backpack before looking at her own phone. The screen lit up with a picture of the two of them. She looked at herself making a goofy face with a smile and Benji looking well adapted to her shenanigans in the background with that subtle smile that she loved so much. A heavy sigh sounded and it was clear that the stress and worry were not nearly as tense as it had been when Benji was nowhere to be found.

Gabby ate something light before heading to the concert with her ticket in hand and a bus ride and a bit of a walk to sight. The crowd was already thick with people waiting to get in. It took quite a bit of time before she was screened through security and followed the signs to the section where she was seated which were killer seats. It was a relief to see her boyfriend on stage with his band and yet her heart was racing a thousand miles a minute for them.

When the music got rolling she was screaming at the top of her lungs for them and that smile lingered long enough to the point that it was getting painful. It was a wonder that she still had a voice by the time they disappeared offstage. She pulled his phone out of her backpack and held it in her hand. The excitement was running through her entire being and it had her dying to see Benji again. I that performance was not an absolute success then she did not know what was.

There was a short intermission after the show and Gabby remained in her seat. The sea of people on either side chatting in an excited manner and when she saw the crowd parting and her eyes landed upon the sight of Benji, she had no care for anyone but him and she ensnared him in a tight hug around his neck. Hot tears clashed with the smile on her face and they were there for good reason. This was probably going to be the last time that she saw Benji. "I knew you could do it..." she whispered in his ear over the loudness of the crowd around them while also afraid to let him go, but she did loosen her hold on him. She hadn't even heard the best news yet and she was already trembling with excitement and nervousness.

Before she could forget she slipped his phone into his hand. To be honest she did not have much interest in the concert beyond Benji and his band, at least not at this moment. Gabriella would scream when she heard the good news. The shock of them parting ways was clearly going to settle in when all was said and done and there was no one to see it happen. "Tonight?" This was happening so fast and now she could relate to how Benji felt last night when he asked her not to go. The tears were wiped away, but her happiness for his was still evident. "You need to leave and get packed. You might also want to fill your parents in on all of this too...there's not much time."
 
He almost couldnt handle it. He had to have had, and he had to have her now. He grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd expertly like he knew exactly where he was going. He led her down a hidden door that many people usually never saw because they walked by too fast. Leading her up some stairs, he showed a pass to a guard who nodded them through. By then, he had kissed her. They had barely made it to the door by the time his tongue entered his mouth, and his hand grabbed her ass.

His hand had unbuttoned her jeans and reached for the first doorknob he could. Twisting they fell into a dressing room. He had been unable to close the door behind him. Her pants were around her ankles by the time they landed on the couch with a hard thud. He kissed her hard, his brain unable to comprehend what was even around them. He didnt have time, he was focused solely on one thing.

"No time." He said, telling her how they were going to spend his last few hours in town. He had quite the grip around her, desperate not to let her body go as he had done his best.
 
Gabby was surprised when he suddenly grabbed her hand and led the way. Were they heading home for him to pack together now? She quickly knew the answer when she found his tongue in its second home and her ass firmly in his grasp. Were they really going to do this right now? The young girl was not going to say no, but he had to pack, he had to tell him brother and his parents and yet his actions spoke louder than words. This guy was an expert at getting her out of her clothes with ease, by now. She wanted to speak, but Gabby felt like anything she had to say would be too painful for herself and possibly Benji.

Those hot and salty tears eventually dried up for the moment. So entranced in the moment, there was no way that she could find a way to speak to him and end this. It seemed easy to give herself into him and let the notion to them parting ways soon disappear for the time being. There would never be enough time for them. "Benji..." his name spoke with every ounce of love that she could muster. The kisses were dripping with hunger and despration. It would be the last time that the two of them got their fill of one another and there was a despration to make this whole thing last.
 
He wasnt sure when he was leaving, or who was watching them. The only thing that mattered was one last expression of his love for her. His parents had already likely assumed the worst about him, considering he hadnt been home more than a handful of times since school ended. He had been with Gabby originally before focusing on his gig, and now he was leaving. Benji had never been too into material possessions and figured he would need a change of wardrobe anyway. Gabby could waste her breath telling him what she though, but Benji already had the rest of his time here mostly planned out.

His hands roamed her torso ontop of her clothes as he kissed her with great fervor. I'm his mind, there wasnt too much time to spare. His mouth found her neck and he kissed and worshipped every inch of her body while he could, stopping only to pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside.

"Gabby." He echoed her name back to her under his breath as he got up to finish what he had started with her tight jeans. Pulling them as hard as he could until they finally came off her ankle. He was ontop of her fairly quickly after that, his body seemingly on autopilot as beld her in his arms again. The last thing in his mind was leaving. For now, he was solely focused on her
 
There seemed to be no room to breathe with all of the kisses that she was being fed. It was like all of the air was sucked out of the room and none was left for her. Soft fingers laced through his hair and eyes were laden with lust as his lips peppered the skin of her neck with kisses. Hearing her name spoken in such a manner got her so excited and riled for any moment that she could have with him before he left. Her shirt was easily tossed aside and her attention was all focused on Benji.

The soft surface of the bed dug into her back as her pants were tossed aside. In a black bra and matching lace panties that could be easily pulled aside or ripped off. Now it was her turn to get a piece of him. Hands idly roamed his body and began working on getting him out of his pants. She wanted as little between them as possible. Nipples were taut and aching. Already she could feel herself soaking through. Her hips tried to press into him. It was clear that she wanted to be as close to him as possible.
 
It was their last night together for awhile, that much was not lost on Benji. He would be going away for a decent long while, and she would be going away for even longer. The band they were slated to tour with were decently famous, which meant every city they would be travelling to would be offering their biggest and best venue. As much as he wanted to hold out hope that they would be travelling to the city where her college was, he knew it wasn't very likely. Still, as excited as he was for the opportunity to become a future fan's story (I remember when they opened for...) he still couldn't shake this feeling of dread. His movements were frantic and he helped her undo his pants and step out of them. His body had a certain musk of stale sweat from the show. His hands left her for a brief moment, pulling his own shirt off before reaching down and ripping her bra off of her.

Pressing his bare chest into hers, their lips crashed together and their tongues began to fight for dominance once more. His member pressed between her legs, stifled by the thin piece of lace between them. He felt as though he didn't have nearly enough time left with her, and still almost felt as though he should have said no to the opportunity. At least if he wasn't on tour he could visit her and maybe even live in her dorm for a little while. No, they were both going their seperate ways, and they both knew exactly what that could mean for their relationship. He had been a pessimist for as long as he could remember, and would be lying if he said he thought their relationship would make it through the distance. He'd never tell her as much, but the thought still lingered
 
Gabby barely got a moment to breathe with the haste that their hot a passionate moment was taking. You would think that it was their last day on earth together with the way that they were tearing into one another. When her bra came off she felt what could only be described as a flash flood betwixt her thighs. The smell coming off of his was oddly intoxicating and it only fueled her insatiable desire to get even closer to him. As his hot and hard member was pressed against the lace-covered heat of her glistening sex caused her to groan in borderline agony. The hunger was there and the girl started tearing at her own panties just to get them off and be reunited with Benji once more. Desperately, Gabriella wanted to make this work. She wanted to believe that Benji would be okay apart, but she was not so blind that she could not see or relate to the waver when it came to their relationship apart.

When she was alone the girl had time to think or why Benji would be so desperate to keep her by his side. Gabriella would want nothing more than to stay by his side, but she knew that they could do better things and wanted to believe that their love had no bounds. With a bit of effort that that was long gone and the length of his cock would press into the slick delta of her sex. "F-Fuck... Benji...." she just had to say after the jolt to her sexual senses. Were they really about to do this here? Now? Of course, they were. It seemed to be the main way that the two would spend their time together since confessing. Fucking like rabbits in heat was going to be something that she was going to have nasty withdrawals getting through. Gabriella was not so secretly eager to get her last taste of him for a while. Feeling that cock impale her would be like a much-needed breath of fresh air after a deep dive.
 
The mix of emotion inside of his was astounding. Coupled with the added adrenaline from the events leading up to this moment, Benji was unsure how his mood was going to be affected. There were equal amounts sadness from what the night and this moment meant. There was pure happiness from the fact that his band had seemingly got the break they were desperately looking for. Finally, there was anger. Anger for the fact that Benji had never really forgiven her for that night at the party his brother had invited him to. Anger for the fact that he didn't really know if he could trust her. He didn't know the next time he would be able to see her, but he knew it would be quite awhile. He wasn't sure how long he had until he was leaving, but he was sure his bandmates were going to eventually find him. When they did, they would literally have to pull his body from hers.

Of course, the more explosive of the emotions was what eventually ran out. Running his hands up and down her body, he had her exactly where he wanted her. He rubbed his cock against his pussy length-wise for a few tantalizing moments. He could feel her body quiver underneath him, almost as though she knew what was coming next. His hand slid between them, his sweaty hands running palm down along her stomach and her breasts. His forehead touching hers as his slow and meticulous breaths rained down on her face. She would likely be able to smell the weed on his breath. With a light squeeze, his hand continued up, running between the break in her collarbone. Finally, he slowly creeped along her to it's final destination. Her neck.

Squeezing lightly, letting her know that everything was okay, he pushed into her asshole. He applied a little pressure onto her neck as he pierced her, his eyes meeting hers. Holding her gaze with one that was serious and intent, he conveyed to her his message without opening his mouth.
 
Gabby shut her eyes in anguish as her sex was teased and nerves ignited in a torrent. The girl was painfully aware of every move he made, including his hand. There was still an instant thrill when she felt that squeeze around her neck and her eyes had nowhere else to look other than up at him. The instinct to gasp coincided with the timing of the added pressure upon her neck as her ass was pierced. The distinct beating of her heart was felt in her throat and it seemed as though it had no other place to go. The sharp pain blindsided her, but the girl was nothing if not persistent. There was a noted bit of squirming as the nerve-lined walls of her ass feebly tried to adjust to the girth of her boyfriend's cock. If Benji was trying to make this night the most memorable of them all, then he was on the right track. Lips were parted for precious air and fingers clenched as the pain slowly dulled.

Was now the time to be delving into the kinkier side of things when the time was limited? No words seemed appropriate at the time. Her ass was stuffed and her sex dripping with arousal. It was hard to tell that she was riddled with nervousness about someone walking in on them. "Baby..." was the only word that she managed to get out. Despite the feeling, her back arched what little it could in its greed for more of her boyfriend. If Gabby could get any closer to she would damn well not object to the act. The decision of taking her in the ass was certainly something that she had not seen coming. It was hard to believe that this would be their last moment together for a while. It made her all the more desperate to savor every inch of him.
 
He was conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to love her. He wanted to be in contact with her as much as he could. He wanted to have a nice and intimate last night with one another. On the other, her actions at the party still managed to be kicking around in the back of his mind. He couldn't forget what she had done, and after she had admitted it to him, Benji found it a little difficult to let go. The foundation of trust in their relationship had been cracked, and while it still supported them for the most part it did waiver for Benji at times. He had noticed her squirming as he took her ass, wanting damn sure to be the first. Who knew who she was going to meet at college? Besides that, he was sure whatever friends she did meet would pressure her into doing things "for herself."

Standing for a brief moment, he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch they had turned into a makeshift bed. His hand left her neck for a brief moment to do so, but it quickly settled itself on her neck once more. Pressing down a little, he stood and began to get into a motion with his hips, pulling and driving his cock into her ass. He didn't break eye contact with her as he held her body against the old foam cushion of the couch that had likely been there for a decade or more. Part of him wondered how many groupies had been taken like this on the couch. "I want you to be good in the next few months." He said finally before cutting off her air for just a brief moment until she gave him a response. "Do you understand?"
 
It was almost frightening not knowing what was running through his mind. Her body was taking its sweet time adjusting to the girth of his cock in her tight ass. The hand around her neck aided in a light feeling to her body and made the heat between her legs all the more prominent. There so many sessions that she could compare this too. It was not like their first night in the kitchen together. It did have quite the passion there was when she was taken in front of everyone at the party, nor did it have the intimacy of the time that he let her ride him. This session was an enigma. The feelings that came with it were conflicting, to say the least. They were not going to see each other for a while. Here she was happy for him that his band had finally landed the gig that they worked so hard for and at the same time she was worried about how he would do on the road.

Gabriella trusted Benji, so the last thing that would ever come to her mind when it came to him as cheating on her. In her mind she was planning beating people back with a great force if they so much as thought to get with her. Going out to socialize she knew that she would have to be careful, but she knew that she had a tendency to do reckless things and without someone to back her up, she couldn't trust herself to stay out of trouble. These are things that she wanted to tell Benji. Never would she have guessed that he as harboring feelings about the party and what she had done. If she had so much as an inkling then the guilt would have consumed her alive. Even with his cock plowing her ass her mind wandered.

Those eyes that looked down upon her pierced her soul. His question did not go unheard and all she could do was nod her answer to him. Did he think that she would be otherwise? SHe couldn't blame him. Being left to her own devices was not something that she was used to so who knew what would actually happen? The struggle was evident in the way her body squirned beneath him. The pain of her ass had dulled to a tolerable level and the throbing of his cock was shockingly distinct as he pile drove it into her violated ass. If there was one thing she knew, it was that her ass was going to be as sore as hell when he was through with her. At one point she wanted to laugh. Who was he to tell her to behave when out of the to of them, he was hands-down the one who would be picked for most likely to end up in some government facility?

The girl was almost afraid to say anything. What was there to say? Goodbye? Seeya later? Keep your ass out of jail? Reality was slow to settle in, but it was settling in and inwardly as she could say was fuck. Already she wanted to cry. When was the last time he say her cry so hard that it caused her to hiccup from lack of air? The number of times could probably be counted on one had, but the cases were usually extreme and this might well have been one of those time when he actually did leave her. Who would console her in his absence? Her mom was in for a late night when her daughter got home, but for now Gabby was content to stay int he moment with him.
 
"I asked you a question." He said, his voice level and emotionless. It was almost as if the emotion from earlier had drained. He didnt want to break her completely, but he wanted her to know. Know what? He wasnt sure, but there was some kind of residual anger. When he looked at her, he wabted to punish her. He was careful not to press his hand to hard on her neck. He didnt want to leave a mark.

Still, her silence caused his anger to flare up inside of him. The sight of her before at the party did something inside of him. With his free hand, he brought it hard against the side of her face. It was hard enough for her to certainly feel it, but not nearly hard enough to leave a mark. He was mad that the trust was gone, and mad that she had been the one to break it. He wanted desperately for the long distance relationship to work, but his heart and stomach told him otherwise. He couldnt put his finger on it at the moment he just knew something was amiss. In the beginning they were together a lot, and the time doing other things kept his mind off it. The distance when he was practicing however allowed him time to think to himself and get his thoughts straight.

Before she could answer, he brought his hand across her face once more, this time with his open hand. "I need some sign that you understand." He said as he begin to pick up speed now that ge had given her a few moments to adjust and get used to the feeling of his cock in her ass. He pushed down a little harder on her beck, almost as a punishment for her silence. It was as he forgot he had even punished her.

His cock throbbed inside of her and finally their hips touched. Holding the whole thing inside of her, his mind completely unaware of the approaching deadline
 
This did not feel like an "I'll miss you" moment. The tone in his voice and that dead look in his eye left her feeling as though he was not pleased. Was he angry that they were parting ways? The hand on her neck was firm enough to make its presence known. The slap only helped to solidify her suspicions in an absolute shock to her senses. Gabriella always figured that she could be one for harsh bedroom antics, but this atmosphere did not match the mood in the slightest. This was going south really fast and a hot tear managed to escape the corner of her left eye. What she wanted to say was proving more painful than and blow that he struck against her skin.

Before she could reply she was struck once more. Maybe Benji's thoughts would prove right. Maybe someone would have to pull him off of her. "I think we are done here..." A hand wrapped around the wrist of the one wrapped around her neck. "You hold no faith in us, so we should stop..." This was not some little game. There was truth behind his actions and now was not exactly the best time to be exploring such rough actions when this was the last time they were going to see each other for a long time.

Hot tears streams from the far outer corners of her eyes for what seemed like various reasons. First, they had to part ways. She would miss him, dearly. Second, the unknown future was scary. There were so many cons that she could point out and it all seemed to come at her at once. It was overwhelming her and it threatened to break her down don't he spot. A part of her wanted to run away. It was painful to even look at him anymore. Perhaps it was the plethora of hormones coursing through her, but this was no longer fun. "Congrats, Benji..." Her phone was ringing and the caller ID would say 'Mom'. Her mom was checking up on her, but figured that the concert was going just that well and the call was missed.
 
The rage built and boiled inside of him. He had never been good at showing his emotions, as a matter of fact he was a master at hiding them. Hiding them until things were much too late. He had always had something wrong with him, this much his parents knew. They had wanted a relationship with him, but he never seemed to reciprocate. Eventually their life became wait until he found his own way. He supposed in some ways this was it. In some ways, this was Benji spreading his wings and getting his feet wet in the world. In more ways than one, it could have been the rest of Benji's life.

Her words dripped into his ears and like a violent chemical reaction, activated the pent up rage in his head. He was angry now. Actuality of the situation growing the tension in the room. He raised his hand, balling his hand into a fist. He could only see red. His mind fixated on punishment for how she hurt him. How this was all her fault, and he felt as he had no way to verbalize the intense betrayal he felt at the pit of his stomach. To some extent he was willing to throw everything away. A sense of justice was enough, he felt. He had intense feelings for her, and they weren't all exactly positive.

Just as he was about to bring his fist down, in the secluded room, he felt someone stop him. He felt another set of arms around his torso. He turned just enough to see the straining face of his band's drummer. "No. She said stop." Another voice said as the two men literally pulled him from her. His anger boiled as he turned to lunge at his bandmate but was held by the other. "You probably should go." The Aussie called to her as they wrestled with their best friend. "Like now." He said, a little bit of panic setting in his tone. "We'll handle Benji from here." The other said a little calmer. "Good luck at college, from all of us." He said letting go of Benji just enough to give her a little salute.
 
Nothing was more distinct at that moment than the frantic beating of her heart. Benji was livid and this was a side that she had never seen of him before. Surely he was better off without her, no? The girl found herself fearful of what could have been running through his head and the next series of events happened in a flash. That balled-up fist of his seemed to slow downtime and the fact that they were in such a compromising position when someone intercepted the assault that appeared to have been her near future couldn't have been further from her mind. As Benji was pulled off of her she scooted as far away onto the sofa as she could. What she saw was something so foreign.

The accented voice brought her back to the moment and she quickly gathered her clothes and got properly dressed while trying so hard not to look back at Benji. The tears threatened once again, but they were blinked back with a vengeance. Glistening eyes finally looked at the du holding back and angry Benji. Hesitance was there. "Thank you and please... please... take care of him..." With that, she ran off. The girl ran and parted through guards, concert attendants, and various staff until she found herself outside and panting for some much-needed air. The girl was bent over in two in a desperate attempt to get air back in her once more.

The familiar sound of her phone going off started her. There was a slight worry that it could have been Benji, but a honk nearly shut down her heart in a split second, but the shrill voice of her mother stole her full attention. "I've been trying to call you young lady!" Gabby slipped into the front seat of her mom's car in absolute silence. Her mom was noted every slightly disheveled and saddened feature of her daughter before the girl had even known she was pulling up. "I'm sorry." The fact that her daughter was not looking her way and just staring out the passenger side window said that there was not much talking to be done tonight.

The ride home was quiet, though she did give her mother a good night kiss and the steaming hot shower was long. Salty tears melded with the water until there seemed to be no more. Dinner was forsaken for a trip straight to bed. In the silent darkness of the night a stray tear would dance down her cheek. Packed boxed awaited in the living room and tomorrow she would start her own venture.
 
Those close to Benji, namely his bandmates at the present moment, were unsure of the exact moment when Benji snapped. He broke down into tears as his bandmates did their best to console him. The next few shows were back to back to back, and while Benji did his best to maintain the magic stage presence he has mustered for the hometown crowd, the other members of his band knew he was faking. Luckily enough for them, the crowd was none the wiser. In the midst of the moving parts, it was difficult to pinpoint when Benji gave into his narcotic habit. He was able to get it wherever they went, he didnt care what he was putting into his body. Some nights would just be coke, others meth, and when he was lucky, hed find a dose of heroin here and there. Intermingled and intertwined were the opistes he needed to remain "level headed." At least, that was his excuse. They never talked about that night again, but Benji had already changed for the worst.

The band became a circus attraction in many ways. They were becoming very famous very quickly. They were drawing more fans than even the group they were opening for. With the fame and the fortune, Benji delved deeper into the life he had built. Every night after they performed, he would hold an after party, and every night he was able to convince some fans to do something with him. It wasnt hard, and he certainly had his pick of the litter. At first, he would be semi- private about his endeavors, but soon videos of young college girls doing lewd thing to and with him began to surface on the internet. A girl sucking his cock while he drank a beer in some back lounge somewhere. Two girls in his hotel room or leaving the bus. He had everything he wanted, and the more he diluted his true self, the more it worked.

His words became mostly slurred, his eyes permanently bloodshot, the bags growing. Benji hardly was able to put together a coherent thought in interviews at time. All the while, the fans ate it up. He was a whirlwind of destruction, yet, he never bothered to hide anything from the public eye. As a matter of fact, he wanted the public to see it and see who he had become.
 
Gabby tried to put on a usual face during the ride with her mother. When the topic of Benji arose a painful lump in her throat would form and the topic easily brushed aside. The dorm was more than what she had expected. It was essentially a small two-bedroom apartment. Each room had its own personal bathroom attached to its room. The only thing not in their apartment was the laundry room, but there was one on their floor down the hall. Gabby's roommate happened to be a sophomore who was pretty down to earth. Her four first classes were basics, algebra honors, psych, English I, and Chemistry. As a full-time student, she was kept fairly busy. It was an added bonus that her roomie was a year after her as she could ask for some assistance while they bonded over drinks and took turns cooking.

Sure, she got hit on by a one-person or two, but to say that she was far from ready to be with someone like that was a bit of an understatement. That drawer of toys migrated with her and it as proving useful when quelling the urge. On more than one occasion she asked her roomie to make sure she did not go out alone drinking because she did not trust herself. Every day she called her mom either in the morning or closer to the end of the day depending on her schedule. Occasionally she would ask if she had heard anything about Benji, but her mom had no reason to talk to his parents outside of the 'hi' if they passed one another.

It was hard trying to cut the cord. That first when back she would cry herself to the point where she got hiccups. Eyes were red the next day and her aviator-style shades came in pretty handy when she was not looking down at a book or typing in her laptop. Internally the girl was conflicted. Finding information on Benji wasn't hard, but it was painful to see. It was like her worries had come true. It would have sucked if they were still together and the time apart he had cheated on her, but she always worried that he would go down the rabbit hole and that it would spiral out of control. Here she sat on the sofa with her bare legs covered with a throw blanket and cellphone in her hand as she got lost in the latest news about the band until her roomie. It wasn't long before they would have a long extended break. Some people were going home and some were just gonna hang out in their dorms.

Her Aunt has spoken about buying her a greyhound ticket to get back home to visit and the dumbest question came to mind. Why? Benji wasn't there anymore. This was the moment where she thought the two of them would maul each other and that she would catch herself smiling so hard that her damn cheeks would hurt, but at the point, she would be afraid to hear of his passing in some drug-related death. The screen timed out and went black and the sound of her roomie's voice jogged her out of her stupor. "Huh? Did you say something?"
 
"Yeah, space case. I said have you decided what you are doing for this break?" She asked again, a little bit of annoyance in her voice. "What are you always looking at on that phone of yours? Are you talking to a guy or something?" Gabby's roommate Wendy and her seemed to have a decent amount in common. Wendy was from out of state. She had been drawn to the college based on it's medical research program. She was a decent way off, but she was very much interested in doing well at school. She had perfect grades so far, and it was something she was most proud of. Due to the fact that she came from a different state, it was much harder for her to travel during the long breaks.

"I was thinking of maybe relaxing and hanging out around here. I'd love for you to join me." She said as she made her way towards the couch. Plopping down, she sipped on her hot cocoa. She was wearing a pair of the university's joggers and a matching sweatshirt. Her hood was up, and her amber locks framed her face. She was a little on the skinny side, at least that's what her parents told her. Still, she jogged and went to the gym a fair amount, so things couldn't have been to bad. Helping herself to some of Gabby's blanket, tucked her feet into the couch to keep them warm.

She had seen more and more of her roommate, and Wendy was a little happy about that. She had been getting quite lonely, and Gabby seemed to have a lot on her plate. She didn't want to press her or force a conversation, so she smiled and waived whenever she had the opportunity. She had asked Gabby to go to the library or a small party once or twice, but had been turned down both times. It got to the point where Wendy had stopped asking her friend. Were they even friends? Wendy realized she didn't know much about her roommate.

"I'll be getting some pretty good bud, and my brother got me some booze for Christmas." She said with a smile. "He dropped it off when my family came last week." She was a little giddy about it. "I know it's not the same as seeing your family, but I thought it might be fun!" She said, glancing towards Gabby. She hoped she wasn't looking too desperate.
 
After a few months, Gabby had gotten to know her roommate and could hear the annoyance in her voice and it made Gabby crack half a smile. At the mention of her phone, she put it aside on the end table next to the sofa. "No, just checking up on some family," that little white lie was brushed aside as she gave Wendy her full attention while swapping out the cellphone for a warm cup of hot cocoa while sharing her blanket with Wendy. "Sounds like a relaxing way to spend the break, but my mom..." there was a little touch of a groan to the statement. Gabriella made it a point to call her mother at least once every other day, but there was not much to their holidays these last few years. Sure maybe a lack of someone being there was also a reason why she was not too keen on going back home.

It made it easier to lean towards the idea of staying on campus since her mom had plans for them to spend the holidays with her Aunt. Those two could party late and hard together, especially now that both household's children were kicked out of the nest, so to speak. Litening to her roomie sweeten the idea of staying home with booze and bud caused her to groan in defeat. and then laugh light. "It does sound like fun and my mom pretty much has plans for the holidays anyway, I just need to all her and let her know." A silent gesture of cheers with her coffee cup full of cocoa was made before she took a sip and felt the warmth venture down her throat.

"Wanna know a little secret?" There was that mischevious smile upon her sweet lips, "This khalua taste so good with this hot chocolate, wanna try?" There was a slim bottle of khalua in their upper cabinet that she had just procured from a classmate that had a dorm room a few doors down. Randomness was playing on the tv. A commercial popped on about concerts going on at the concert hall in downtown and a familiar song popped up in the collage of shows coming up in the near future. It was like the fatees were fucking with her. "You know what.... you wanna go out and have dinner tonight? Not clubbing or partying, just dinner?"
 
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