[FF][mast] The Tutor pt. 8

Sorry this update took so long. Spring Break sucked all my time away.
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Chapter 8
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Alicia’s roommate was out for the night, so there were no awkward questions to answer about her bruised face and arm when she got back to her room. After a long, hot shower, Alicia dressed in a plain gray nightshirt and white cotton panties. She double-checked the lock on her door, climbed into her twin bed, and turned to face the painted cinder block wall.

There was an ugliness growing inside her. It had weakened her somehow. Alicia had always considered herself strong, but now the idea of facing Dillon in Sociology made her physically ill from fear. The idea of others finding out how stupid she’d been left her shaking. That confidence she’d possessed all her life had suddenly blown away like morning mist. She had no idea how to get it back.

Painful thoughts circled endlessly. Megan’s utter rejection. Dillon’s cruel rape. Her own guilt about using Adam and Carlos for her own pleasure. The spiral of self-hate swirled around her until she felt crushed by it. There was no spark of light to show her the way out. In those darkest hours before morning, Alicia seriously considered how she might permanently end her misery.

By the time the sun crept in through the curtained window, the acute pain had been replaced with a throbbing ache. Alicia’s swollen face was still crusty from dried snot and tears, just like she was dried up inside. Her mouth was a desert and her tongue was a leather sack. Despite her intense discomfort, the thought of rising to get a drink of water was too hard to consider. So she stayed in bed, faced the wall, and hated herself.

Three sharp, rapid knocks on the door startled her enough to flench, but she didn’t move.

“Alicia! Open up. I know you’re in there,” Megan called through the locked door.

Fresh pain bubbled up through the cracks in her heart at the sound of that voice. *I’m Alicia, the total whore.*

“If you don’t open this door I’m gonna get your R. A. to let me in.”

Alicia hadn’t moved in hours. The arm she was laying on was so asleep it didn’t even tingle anymore. The lines and imperfections on the brick wall blurred in her vision.

The sound of a key in the lock sped her heart, but she refused to move. Focusing on the wall, Alicia bit her lower lip and squeezed her unswollen eye shut. The door burst open behind her and she heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Oh, baby, what did he do to you?” Megan crooned as she gently pulled at Alicia’s shoulder to peer at her face. The Resident Assistant who’d opened the door glanced in and quickly stepped back out with a distressed expression.

“Go away,” Alicia croaked as she jerked her shoulder free of Megan’s grip.

Megan placed her hand on Alicia’s shoulder again, this time even softer. “Please let me help—”

Alicia rolled backwards with her face twisted in rage. “Don’t touch me!”

Megan flinched away, her expression showing confusion and pain. “I only want to help.”

Hate boiled over. “Help? Why would you want to help *Alicia, the total whore*? I *dragged you off* and forced you to have sex, remember? You were *so scared*!” Alicia gestured to her face and body as her raspy throat tightened before she spat out, “Just like I was last night!”

While Alicia ranted, Megan slowly knelt by the bed and broke down in heaving sobs. “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry?” Alicia’s voice cracked from the emotion as she eased around on the edge of the bed. “I heard you lie to Liz about what happened between us. It didn’t sound like you were sorry to me. It sounded like you were *ashamed*.”

Megan gasped through her tears when she finally saw all the damage Dillon had done. “Oh my God! Have you been to Health Services yet?”

The pain suddenly caught up to her despite the rage that had briefly pushed it away. Dizzy, she cradled her arm and looked down to hide her face behind a curtain of hair. “I don’t need them. I don’t need you. Just leave.”

“She’s in here,” Alicia heard a woman say from the hallway just before someone she didn’t know walked in and gasped.

“Alicia Tucker, right?” the older woman said as recovered from her shock. “I’m Gloria Harris, your Resident Director.”

Alicia looked up at the three people crowding in her small dorm room. “Can you please all leave?” she whispered as emotion closed her throat.

The older woman ignored her request. “Is it true Dillon McGregor did this?”

Tears slipped away from Alicia’s eyes at the mere mention of his name. “Just go. Please?”

Megan sat next to Alicia and put an arm around her shoulder to steady her. Gloria knelt down and took both of her hands.

“You’re not alone,” she said as she ducked down to meet Alicia’s eyes.

Alicia shivered while her head spun. “How did you find out?” she asked Megan.

“Some jackass in Dillon’s dorm posted a video from last night when you set off your rape alarm,” Megan said.

“Oh God,” Alicia said and covered her face. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

She’d been naked as she’d huddled on the floor out in the hallway. She’d always been so careful about nude pictures over the years. And Dillon had been yelling that she’d attacked him. Nausea swelled in her stomach as she lurched from the bed. Megan followed her into the bathroom and held her hair back while Alicia gagged over the toilet.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Alicia sat back on the cold tile floor. “Why are you here?” she asked Megan.

“Because… because I love you.”

“It’s too late,” she whispered in confusion as she rested her head against the wall. “I’m all broken now.”

“We need to get her to Health Services to see if she’s got a concussion,” Gloria said as she dug through Alicia’s drawers and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. “Between the disorientation and nausea, she’s presenting too many symptoms to ignore.”

Gloria got Alicia standing while Megan slipped her sweatpants on and got her flip-flops. Then Gloria and Megan guided her down the hall, past other students watching from their doorways. Alicia tried to hide her face by looking down and focusing on taking steps. She couldn’t hide from the whispers.

While they waited for an elevator, a student Alicia didn’t know approached them. She was dressed in a nightshirt and wearing fuzzy slippers. When Alicia looked up, the woman’s angry expression brought tingles of fear.

“Dillon did it to me, too,” the woman said. “No one could prove anything, so he got away with it.”

“Not right now, Rachel,” Gloria said gently.

“It’s not fair that he can do this over and over and no one will do anything!” Angry tears filled her eyes. “Look at her! He hit her so hard her eye is swollen shut! Are you going to do something *now*?”

“Yes, something will be done,” she said, but her words lacked conviction.

Alicia whimpered and shivered at tone of their exchange, missing the clear meaning in her dizziness. The elevator door opened at that moment and Megan helped her inside. Gloria pushed the button and they rode down to the first floor in silence. Alicia leaned back against the wall and tried to focus past the throbbing in her head.

Gloria had an electric cart plugged in at the dorm entrance. She helped Alicia into the back seat and Megan put her arm around her for the drive to the Health Services building. Megan kept murmuring in Alicia’s ear, sweet words that soothed and eased her fear. The bright morning light forced her eyes closed. She was startled awake when the cart jerked to a stop.

“Come on, Alicia, we’re here.” Gloria carefully eased Alicia to her feet.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. There were endless questions, the prick of an IV needle, the cool relief of sedation, and pictures of every bruise taken as evidence. Through it all Megan held her hand until Alicia curled in a ball on the paper covered clinic bed. She slept off and on, only waking when she was helped off to get a x-ray and when the nurses came to check her vitals.

There came a moment, later in the day, when Alicia realized she was thinking clearly again. Megan was sitting on a chair next to the bed with her head resting on the crinkly paper. Alicia bit her lip while examining Megan’s sleeping profile. It still hurt to recall what Megan had said, but now it was almost like the sedative stood between her and the pain those words caused.

She reached over to touch Megan’s hair. The soft waves obscured part of her face, so Alicia tucked them back. She remembered waking with Megan naked beside her, her face relaxed this same way. The scent of their sex had been overpowered by the warm scent of *her* as Alicia nuzzled through her soft hair to kiss her neck.

Tears came again, but this time at the sweet memory of loving her friend. Of nights full of giggles and sighs and groans of pleasure. Of the long hours exploring and teasing. Of giving herself to Megan without holding anything back.

*No wonder I’d been afraid.* She’d spent years building the casual armor she always wore, but had been stripped bare each time they’d come together. Megan had probably felt the same connection. The same vulnerability. *The same fear.*

Megan’s eyes fluttered open, the momentary confusion of waking in a strange place making her brows dip. Then she opened her eyes wide as she caught sight of Alicia staring at her and crying.

“Are you okay?” Megan asked in a rush, wiping away the tears with her thumb.

“Not yet, but I will be.” The words slipped out without thinking, but Alicia felt their truth just the same.

“I was so worried,” Megan said, her voice breaking over unshed tears. “And I’m so sorry about all the things I said last night. Please say you’ll forgive me.”

“Tell me why,” Alicia demanded, already guessing the answer.

“I wasn’t ready to admit how I felt about us being together. It was easier to blame you.” Megan looked away and wiped her nose. “You would come to me, and then push me away. Over and over. I never knew how you really felt until last night.” She looked back at Alicia with a long look. “I’d never considered telling my family we were more than friends before.”

“I was scared too,” Alicia whispered as she continued to run her hand over Megan’s hair. “Not about people knowing about us, but about how vulnerable I felt around you. When I heard you lie to Liz about what happened, it felt like you were peeling off my skin.”

Megan leaned closer and rested her forehead against Alicia’s forehead. They stayed connected like that with their eyes closed for a long moment. Megan finally whispered, “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Alicia shivered. The sedative made it easier to reflect on what happened with Dillon, but it was still a struggle to get the words out.

“He texted me after I dropped off Alex and Carlos. We agreed to meet in his room.” Nausea rose but she pushed on. “I kissed him first and then he forced me to suck him off. When he forced me onto his bed, he didn’t have a condom. I told him to put one on or I was leaving, but he hit me across the face and fucked me anyway.”

Megan’s face reflected the horror Alicia felt. Megan whispered, “This is my fault, isn’t it.”

“No.” Alicia looked away. “I went because I felt dirty and worthless. Because of what *I’ve* done, not because of you.”

“Sleeping with people doesn’t make you dirty,” Megan said with a dismissive shake of her head. “You’ve said that forever and I know you mean it.”

“But I hurt you.” Alicia felt her other secret burning at her lips. She didn’t want Adam and Carlos to get dragged into her mess.

“There has to be more to it than that.” Megan studied Alicia’s face as if she already knew. “You know can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”

“But you already have,” Alicia whispered before she could stop the words.

Megan drew her brows up in confusion. “What are you talking—” Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. “Adam and Carlos.”

Fresh tears rose as she nodded. “I did more than just tutor them.”

Megan’s face blanked. She stared at Alicia for a long moment. “I don’t understand.”

Alicia let out a sad laugh. “I don’t either. They’re not really… attached to me, personally, I mean. They see me as some kind of sex teacher. I think now that they’re interested in Liz and Fiona, nothing will happen again.”

“If you reverse the genders, a college guy and a pair of girls that young,” Megan stopped and pinched her lips together.

“I know,” Alicia moaned. “I know it’s wrong.”

“You’ve always railed about creeps going after jailbait, of the power inequity in those relationships and the inability to properly consent.”

“I know,” Alicia cried and covered her face as she drew away. “I’m a fucking creep, Meg, but it was so amazing.”

“At what cost?” Meg hissed. “What happens when Meredith finds out? You know guys that age can’t keep their fucking mouths shut about anything. She will flip the fuck out and probably call the cops!”

“And I still have to tutor them all next week.”

“I’ll come with you. I’ll make sure nothing else happens.” Megan took Alicia’s hand. “Just because you made a mistake doesn’t make worthless.”

Alicia looked up in surprise. “You don’t hate me?”

“No.” Megan sighed. “Plus, I got to know them last night. They’re really nice. Maybe I’m a little creepy, too, because I can see the attraction, but you have to stop.”

“I will,” Alicia promised.

The door to the room opened and Gloria came in wearing a serious expression. “Good, you’re awake.”

When she came into the small room, she held the door open and an older man in a suit followed. He had a mix of dark and gray hair and the kind of face that belonged on an oil painting in an office building. “Alicia, this is Tom Evans, the Dean of Students. Tom, I think it’s obvious that Dillon’s statement doesn’t match the physical evidence.”

Tom glared down at Alicia and shook his head. “I want the campus police officers who filed the initial report brought down here now.”

Tom left the room and Gloria moved closer to Alicia and Megan.

“What’s going on?” Alicia asked, nervous about the way Dean Evans had looked at her.

“Do you remember Rachel, that girl we saw in your dorm hallway this morning?” Gloria asked Alicia. When she nodded, Grace continued. “Well, she contacted a handful of other girls who claimed Dillon was physically abusive or raped them. They’re all sitting in the waiting room outside and are refusing to leave until something is done about Dillon.”

Alicia opened her mouth in shock. Megan squeezed her hand tighter.

“The guy that posted the video of you in the hallway last night has a half-dozen students following him around today with their phones out, recording everything he does and posting it online.” Gloria was struggling to keep a smile off her face. “And apparently the daughter of a prominent news anchor goes to this school, because the whole situation is blowing up on their website this afternoon.”

Alicia couldn’t decide if she should be happy or horrified.

“The kicker is that Dillon is a promising football player here on a scholarship. There’s a morals clause in all of our scholarships that kicks in if the student displays a pattern of immoral behavior. It’s much more stringent than our standard Code of Acceptable Behavior. Someone online has been posting legal documents that show there were a number of complaints about his aggressive sexual behavior back in high school. I’m sad to say the alumni are pressuring the Chancellor to make this go away.”

“He raped me,” Alicia ground out through clenched teeth. “I’m not going to go away.”

“It’s too late for them to sweep this under the rug,” Gloria pronounced with a satisfied nod. “There’s already too much momentum.”

The door opened again and Jillian, the police officer from the night before, came in with Dean Evans. Her eyes widened when she saw Alicia.

“She didn’t look like this last night,” Jillian said. “Her face was red where Dillon had hit her, but it wasn’t like *this*.”

“Update your report. I don’t want anyone screaming cover-up when this is reviewed,” Dean Evans growled. After Jillian, left he muttered, “God, what a fuckup.”

“What’s going on, Tom,” Gloria asked.

“We’re moving Dillon off campus and banning him from attending classes or practices until we can have a hearing next week.” He glared at Alicia. “You’ll be called as a witness. You may want to get a lawyer. Dillon’s father is a defense attorney and will be handling things for Dillon. If you have any skeletons in your closet, you may want to put a dress on them, because I have no doubt he’ll trot them out for public display.”

“That’s not fair,” Megan exclaimed.

“Life’s not fair,” Dean Evans pronounced. “You’re here for an education and you’re about to get one hell of a lesson.”

He left the three women sitting in stunned silence. Gloria finally said, “What a total dickhead.”

After that, the doctor on call came in with Alicia’s discharge papers. Thankfully, she didn’t have a concussion, but he’d still prescribed pain medication to help her sleep. She signed what was required and Megan led her out into the waiting room.

When they entered the crowded room, a group of women stood up and Alicia immediately recognized Rachel, even without her fuzzy slippers. When Alicia walked up to her, Rachel opened her arms and gave her a tight embrace.

“You’re not alone,” Rachel whispered and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you so much,” Alicia replied when she pulled back to look Rachel in the face. “I’m beginning to believe it.”

Rachel pressed a slip of paper into Alicia’s hand. “Call me if you want to talk. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”

“I will.”

Megan took Alicia’s hand and interlaced their fingers as they left the Health Services building. “Where do you want to go?”

“Home,” Alicia said. “If Mom catches wind of this before I talk to her, she’s going to completely freak out.”

Megan drove them both back to their familiar neighborhood. Alicia stared out the window along the way, letting her mind idle. When they pulled up to her family home, Alicia mentally prepared herself to go through everything again with her mother.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Megan asked after turning off the engine.

“I’m going to tell Mom everything,” Alicia said and stared into her friend’s eyes.

“But not about Adam and Carlos,” Megan clarified with a worried tone.

“No,” Alicia said with a sad smile. “But I *am* going to tell her about us.”

Megan visibly swallowed and forced a nervous smile. “Then I guess I should be there to support my girlfriend.”

Alicia’s chin quivered. “Thanks.”

They walked up the path to the front door. Before they got there, it burst open with Mom staring at Alicia’s face in horror. “Oh my God, are you alright?”

“Yes, Mom, I am,” Alicia said without letting Megan’s hand go and followed her mother back inside.

They sat in the living room for a long time while Alicia poured out the whole story. When she touched on the fact that she and Megan had been intimate, Mom frowned but didn’t say anything. The confession was freeing, but she felt a touch of guilt because she knew making herself feel better only added to her mother’s worry.

“I know someone at my firm we can bring in for the hearing,” Mom said. She was a high-level paralegal at a large law firm downtown. “We’ll need to be careful. Doug McGregor is an egotistical jerk, but he is a good attorney.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Alicia whispered.

“Don’t worry, we’ll survive this,” Mom said as she reached over to pat Alicia on the leg. “Now, what’s going on between you two? Does Miriam know yet?”

Megan shook her head. “My sisters do. I told them the whole story last night after I got home. I’m going to tell her and Dad tomorrow.”

Alicia met her expression of fear with love. She’d told Liz and Fiona the truth after all. Megan gave a weak smile and squeezed their joined hands in solidarity.

“It’ll be a shock,” Mom sighed. “Both of you were boy crazy all your lives.”

“We still are,” Alicia said as she smiled over at Megan. “I just like Megan, too.”

“Wait, so you’re going to still date guys?”

Megan raised her eyebrows at Alicia, as if prompting her opinion on the topic.

“We’re still working out the details,” Alicia said as her eyes drifted around Megan’s face. “There’s no rush. I just knew this might come out if someone was digging dirt about me and didn’t want you blindsided by it.”

“It’s not what I expected, but it doesn’t really bother me. I’m not so sure about Miriam and Harry though.”

“Me neither,” Megan confessed with a pained smile. “Dad’s pretty conservative.”

“Well, if they disown you, I’ll just have to adopt you,” Mom said with a gentle smile. Then she frowned. “No, wait, then it would be incest and that’s just gross.”

The joke lightened the mood enough for Alicia to chuckle. “Would you mind if Megan stays here with me tonight? I really don’t want to sleep alone.”

“Fine,” Mom said as she stood and stretched her back out. “Just keep your door shut if you’re going to be making noises. I haven’t had a date in a year and don’t need the reminder.”

Megan covered her face with her hands and groaned.

“We’ll be quiet,” Alicia said as she stood and pulled Megan’s hand off her face to drag her up off the couch. “Thanks, Mom, for everything.”

Mom drew both girls into a tight hug and kissed them each on the cheek. “Just try to be happy and we’ll sort out the rest later.”

“G’night, Mom,” Alicia said as her mother let them go.

“G’night, Mizz Tucker,” Megan said as she kept her arm around Alicia’s waist.

“Forget the *Mizz Tucker* and just call me Mom,” Mom said over a chuckle. “I mean, you’re dating my daughter after all.”

Alicia and Megan made their way into Alicia’s old room. They’d had uncounted sleepovers in that double bed through the years, but Alicia was nervous this time. Megan shut the door and turned back to face Alicia.

“So, girlfriend,” Megan said with a nervous quaver in her voice.

“So, girlfriend,” Alicia answered and opened her arms.

They stood next to the bed, holding each other for a long moment. Alicia revelled in the warmth even though a knot of fear in her chest still refused to melt away entirely. Megan pressed her lips against Alicia’s undamaged cheek.

Alicia hummed and squeezed a little tighter before letting go. “I know I slept most of the day, but I’m wiped out.”

While Alicia turned back the bedspread and sheets, Megan took off and folded her t-shirt, bra, and jeans before placing them on the desk next to the bed. Alicia took off her sweats and nightshirt, watching Megan crawl into the bed and tug the covers over her bare legs.

“Thanks for stayin’ over,” Alicia said as she got into bed.

“I’m glad you asked,” Megan whispered as they came together on the pillows.

Staring at each other, they caressed and kissed as the sheets warmed. Megan seemed hesitant, and Alicia assumed she was being sensitive about what happened with Dillon. The truth was Alicia wanted Megan to help blot out those memories with new ones.

Alicia took the initiative and dipped her mouth down to capture one of Megan’s stiff nipples in her mouth. She sucked gently, circling her tongue around the areola. Megan responded by arching her back to offer her whole breast with a low hiss.

Alicia planted little kisses all around the soft mound. She focused on one breast until Megan rolled back to offer the other one. Taking the invitation, Alicia feasted on both of them with tender bites while tugging her nipples with suction, lips, or teeth.

Megan’s breaths slowed and became erratic. Alicia licked one finger and then slid her hand down low on her stomach before returning to kiss the skin at the bottom of Megan’s breasts. Alicia traced her wet finger around the shallow navel she found there, making Megan nearly convulse in pleasure. The scent of her arousal was enough to make Alicia’s mouth water.

“Please,” Megan begged and then whimpered in need.

Alicia flattened her fingers against Megan’s trim stomach and pushed them down under the thin cotton panties that covered her bare mons. She split Megan’s cleft with her middle finger and ran the other fingers down both sides of her smooth vulva. Her already stiff nipples became steel under Alicia’s tongue. It was Megan’s *tell* when she got close to orgasm.

Sucking harder, she began to squeeze and rub Megan’s pussy, but kept the same agonizing slow pace. Megan writhed under her touch, pushing her hips to try to increase the pace.

“Oh, baby!”

Megan moaned and wrapped her arms around Alicia’s head to keep her lips where they were. She stiffened and issued a low whine as her body finally had enough. It was as if all her pent up worry and frustration were released in a trickle of liquid and a long series of pulses around Alicia’s finger pressing deep inside her.

Alicia felt a bone deep satisfaction as they gave each other tender kisses, her hand still cupping Megan’s sex. The deep connection that had always frightened her now tied them together in a wonderful harmony. She relaxed as Megan stroked her hair, her face resting on the softest pillows she’d ever felt.

“I really do love you, you know,” Megan whispered, her voice drowsy.

“I know,” Alicia whispered from the edge of sleep. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Me neither.” Megan settled her hand on Alicia’s bare shoulder.

As sleep claimed Alicia, Megan’s soft heartbeat kept the demons at bay.

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