babygirl you're lookin like the
moonlight in atlanta
benjamin hanscom has only ever been in a relationship with his left hand. until yesterday, that is. beverly fucked him under the bleachers during the football game, succumbing to feelings that have existed since they were eleven. he wasn't her first or anything, but taking the virginity of a boy that she's known forever was pretty satisfying. and this time he wasn't just another guy. the pleasure was sharper, more forest fire than wind in the flowers. he wasn't just another boy. maybe that would change, but for now she would relish it. ben is soft and sweet, and when it comes to relationships she's more hardcore, but it might be time to try something else for a change, instead of the one time fucks she usually finds. tonight might be a pivot, a turning point in the war of beverly's love life. maybe it's something more.
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ben arrives at beverly's house around nine. her dad is out drinking somewhere, thankfully; if he were there he would chew ben to a pulp and spit him back out. she leads him quickly to her bedroom, and immediately pushes him against the door. her open mouth is on his, and oh god he doesn't know how to do this, sugartits whatisgoingon. they don't talk, won't do anything but fuck and fuck and fuck til the sun comes up baby!
beverly shoves ben backwards into the bed and climbs on top of him, straddling him and rubbing her perfect seventeen year old ass against his cock. she's obviously drunk, ben thinks, and this keeps him from getting turned on. he pushes her off and holds her down, giving her soft kisses, still not speaking, just cradling and loving. she struggles at first, but eventually the rational side of her brain kicks in and she wonders if sex is really what she wants. ben and bev fall asleep to the image of each other awash in moonlight, and he is gone when she wakes.
that was short! but i like it. pls give feedback!
thanks for reading uwu
