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The plastic of Rey's sleeping bag makes a shhh-shhh-shhh sound against Kay's, where they're lying side by side on Rose's living room floor. Rose's spring break slumber party had been a huge success. They'd egged & TP-ed Beau's house. Done makeovers. Pranked called Poe. Baz and Phas had kissed for ten seconds. Electric. Awesome. It was 3:41 in the morning. Everyone had fallen asleep.
But Rey... is awake.
Rey whimpers as Ben--Rose's adopted dad--drops his hand on her mouth and rolls her to her back. He looms over her, dark hair hanging down towards her face, close but not close enough. He isn't going to kiss her. She knows that by now.
She's wet, of course. She's fucking sixteen, anytime any guy looks at her she gets wet. When Mr. Solo looks at her she gets really, really wet. And somehow, he'd figured it out.
His throat makes noises that don't come out his mouth. She imagines that means he likes what's happening here, when two of his thick fingers find the crease between her legs and jam right in, pistioning in and out almost immediately, no build up, just his hand fucking her, no foreplay-- whatever foreplay is. She knows there's no point in crying about it. It hasn't worked in the past.
Her hands are free. She could slap him. Push him away. But Rose throws slumber parties all the time. She knows what to do. Knows what he wants.
She shimmies her t-shirt up. It's uncomfortable, tucked under her chin and armpits but she does it. She pinches her nipples. She licks at the back of his fingers covering her mouth. She does all the things he likes, all the things he's taught her to do, and with Kay right next to her and the crown of Rose's head mere inches from hers, she knows to stay quiet, too. He likes quiet.
He might even reward her, if she's good. His good girl.
Across the room, Jess lets out a weird snore as she turns over in her sleep. The deep, regular breaths of the rest of the girls keep in time with the grandfather clock in the next room, ticking the seconds away as Ben adds a third finger, and with a nod at Rey, removes his hand from her mouth so he can pull his sweatpants down.
She bites her lip to keep from moaning. The squelch of his fingers in her body are by far now the loudest noise in the room. She moves one hand from her nipple to her mouth, sucking on her own fingers to keep quiet. Another thing she knows he likes.
It feels so good, having his fingers inside her, being touched like this. Like-- Tallie and Zori brag about having boys touch them. About how easy it is to get boys to come. How easy it is to come when boys touch you the way you want.
Rey's still working on that last part. She doesn't usually come. It's over once he does, so when Mr. Solo's penis pops out of his sweatpants and he points it towards her face, she takes a risk. She moves her hand and opens her mouth. Sticks her tongue out. Rubs her clit furiously fast so it happens, it happens, it happens.
She surprises him. She keeps quiet. She keeps her eyes open. And she comes.
Her body elevates off the floor, taking her sleeping bag with it. She comes and it's earth shattering. Life altering. Her legs don't work anymore she's sure of it.
But she's so happy. She comes, for the first time, after countless slumber parties now, on Mr. Solo's fat fingers. She can feel her body squeezing him--it's amazing. He can't seem to stop touching her and now she loves that he's touching her. In her head she's floating and dancing and screaming in your face, Mr. Solo all at once. And, as if dragged along by her enthusiasm, he comes too, on her face, on her chest, in her mouth. It's warm and copious and delicious as always. She keeps her tongue out, but closes her eyes and hopes it doesn't go up her nose. She still likes to do the things he likes, so she licks at her lips, at her chin, even at her nose, where some cum landed. It's dripping down her tits and his eyes are wild as he watches it roll down her ribs. She can barely see him, it's so dark, he's so dark, but the glint in the white of his eyes tell the story. He saw. He liked.
He saw and he liked and his fingers come roughly out of her body, grasp her hand from where it rests on her cunt, and pulls.
She's over his shoulder and in his guest bedroom in the far wing of the house, being pounded into the mattress before she can say well, there goes my virginity.
She moans and screams and flails and cries but his hand stays over her mouth muffling the sounds but at least he doesn't tell her to be quiet. And when he's done and she's lying still, a bloody-cum soaked mess, he only slaps her once before he licks her clean. She bites her fist so he can't tell how happy she is.
She'll figure out how to come, next time.
The Plan B is in her backpack before she's ready to leave the next day.
Mr. Solo is busy collecting everyone's email addresses so he can send them e-invites for Rose's big seventeenth birthday bash in six weeks. She mumbles hers up to him in-between Kay and Jannah. He doesn't look her in the eye as he types into his phone.
Later, she finds a few dollar bills tucked into her wallet that certainly weren't there before. Big money, with a post-it note that reads "buy yourself something pretty."
A link to the la perla website and a reservation to a hotel room--two towns over--are in her email in-box before sundown.
She wonders if he'll bring condoms, or if she should. If he'd be mad if she did. She wonders what he's saying to Rose, and the rest of his family, to explain his absence that night. She wonders if he prefers red or black lace.
While she wonders, she touches herself, sucking on her own fingers, and calling his name.
Mr. Solo. Ben Solo. Ben.... oh Ben!