Chapter 10
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The mood around campus on Monday morning had Alicia on edge. Just walking in from where Megan had parked made Alicia feel like everyone was staring at her. Objectively, it wasn’t true, yet the feeling of an imminent threat remained.
She had spent all day Sunday with Megan and Mom, trying to find normal again. There were brief moments when she was able to put the rape and fear of the upcoming hearing out of her mind. Then she’d smile and the bruise on her face would ache, stealing away her peace.
Alicia first headed up to her dorm room to get fresh clothes and her computer for class. Megan had promised to meet up before they headed out later to tutor the guys. After getting herself organized, Alicia gathered herself to face her English and Chemistry classes. She locked the dorm room door behind her and turned toward the elevator.
Everyone stared. Some of the students in her hallway looked at her with a nauseating pity. Others glared like *she* was the one who had done something wrong. The most painful look came from Rachel, the other girl Dillon had raped. She looked on with pride when she spotted Alicia, as if Alicia had done something worthwhile. The self-loathing and shame she’d pushed away, with Megan’s help, came rushing back when Rachel embraced her.
“Just remember, you’re not alone,” Rachel whispered in Alicia’s ear.
The words that had comforted her on Saturday morning were now agony. Nothing would change because of her actions. Dillon and his father would create a caricature of her to hold up for ridicule. No one would care that he’d forced his naked cock into some promiscuous college coed. She *must* have either asked for it or deserved it. Where there’s smoke there’s fire, after all. The negative thoughts spiraled until she had to swallow the bile in her throat.
Alicia forced herself to nod, but couldn’t meet Rachel’s eyes when they parted. She continued to the elevator and pressed the button to go down. The elevator took forever and was full of guys when the doors opened. Her mouth dried instantly.
It was odd to realize that she had never been afraid of men before. There had been scary late night walks across dark parking lots. Fighting off handsy guys in clubs had never been fun, but she couldn’t call what she’d felt fear. It was more like worry or annoyance than anything worse. Nothing could compare to the irrational dread that something horrible would happen if she got on the elevator.
After a dry swallow, she forced her feet to move and then turned her back to the guys standing in the elevator car. The doors slid closed. In the dull mirror finish, Alicia could see all the guys behind her checking her out. Their eyes lingered on her ass and then they smirked at each other with subtle nods. Her body began to tremble and she clutched her book bag tighter to her chest.
The stale, funky scent of unwashed male in the crowded space caught her attention. In an instant, she was back in Dillon’s room while her heart pounded. She had to squeeze her eyes and clamp her lips shut to prevent from mewling in terror. Taking tiny steps, she moved until the tips of her sneakers touched the door in front of her. She rested her forehead against the cool metal and tried to keep her breakfast down.
The elevator car jerked as it stopped, then the doors slid past Alicia’s toes. She hurried out the door, the pace keeping her ahead of the crowd of laughing guys following after her. The acrid taste of panic slicked her mouth until she made it to the bright morning sunlight. She moved with the students going to class, hiding in the crowds and flinching away from anyone who came too close.
Eventually, she made it to Colborn Hall and slipped into her English small group before the rest of the class. She wished it was a lecture day. Then she could hide from everyone in the large auditorium much easier than here. Instead of sitting in her usual spot at the front, she headed to the back of the classroom.
She pulled her laptop and dropped onto the desk. Her hair hung loosely around her face like a curtain as she brought up the curriculum app for the class. They would be discussing *The Scarlet Letter* by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Alicia had studied the story in high school and hadn’t remembered to read it again before class.
She skimmed through the story while the class gathered. She hadn’t really appreciated the story back in high school. It seemed so archaic and dry. As she reviewed the story of Hester Prynne, it spoke to her now with fresh pain. Hester’s shame called to her own. But instead of a scarlet letter on her breast, Alicia wore a bruise on her cheek. Instead of being put in the stocks and shunned in the town square, Dillon’s father would soon hold her up for public ridicule on social media.
Sparks of anger bloomed as she focused on that injustice. She had done nothing wrong. There was nothing for her to be ashamed of. Alicia used her anger to fight the shame that continued to crush her heart. Dillon should be ashamed for what he’d done. The fact that he wasn’t, spoke more about his character as a rapist than hers as his victim.
She simmered during class, hiding her behind her curtain of hair. The discussion of Hester’s scarlet letter seemed inane compared with her own shame boiling away into a steam of rage. The topic shifted from the sin of adultery to the hypocrisy of the characters. One guy, Jerry, made a smart-ass comment about Hester getting what she deserved by being publicly shamed.
“I hope you get what *you* deserve,” Alicia seethed through a hiss.
“What the hell does that mean?” Jerry asked as he turned back to face her.
Alicia looked up at him and shook the hair out of her face. His eyes flashed in recognition.
“In the 1640s, women had no rights and were married off like cattle. Hester’s old, crippled husband sends her to another continent all by herself. Then he’s shipwrecked and everyone thinks he’s dead. Years later, she falls for the local preacher and they have a kid out of wedlock. So *you* think what she did deserves public humiliation for her *crime*?”
“Hey, hold on.” The guy holds his palms toward her like a shield. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I want to hear how you justify it, then,” Alicia said. “Go on.”
The class sat silent for a moment. Matt, the teaching assistant, sat down on the desk and crossed his arms, a patient smile on his face.
“Maybe I was wrong,” the guys said. His hands spread while a red flush crept up his neck. “I mean, it’s just a story.”
“Come on, Jerry,” the teaching assistant prompted. “You were laughing when you said she deserved it. You think this story is funny?”
“No,” he said, sounding defensive. “It’s just that if you’re gonna screw around there are consequences, that’s all.”
Matt smiled. “So in the context of the story, she deserved the consequences.”
“Exactly,” Jerry said to Matt with a sigh, thinking he was getting off the hook.
Matt stood up from the desk and paced as he spoke.
“Hawthorne published *The Scarlet Letter* in 1850. It was the era of America’s Manifest Destiny and the western expansion. The women’s suffrage movement was just getting off the ground. It was also the year Charles Darwin wrote *The Origin of Species*. I know the novel seems quaint now, but he wrote it as a scathing indictment of his experiences living in Salem, Massachusetts.”
Alicia still bristled at Jerry but wanted to hear where Matt was going.
“Hawthorne got fired from his job at the Salem Custom House due to politics. Then his mother passed away a few weeks later. He fell into a rage at the hypocrisy around him and poured it all into his story. He set The Scarlet Letter in the 1640s, two-hundred years in his past, as Alicia said earlier. That history still resonated with his contemporaries. It’s like the way we still write stories about cowboys and the old west, which was a little over two hundred years ago from now.
“His story was shocking in the Victorian 1850s in large part because Hester appeared unashamed of her sexuality. She was unapologetic about her adulterous affair and her bastard daughter, Pearl. She protected her lover by refusing to name him, even though naming him might have made her life easier. Then she raised her child right there in the same town that condemned her. She wore that scarlet letter on her breast for so long it became a symbol of her strength instead of her weakness. The hypocrites, Dimmesdale and Chillingworth, were the ones who suffered and died at the end of the story, not Hester.”
“Wow,” Jerry murmured. “I guess I never thought about it that way.”
“Next time, think before you speak,” Matt said to Jerry, then turned to Alicia. “I’ve heard the rumors about this weekend and I’m sorry for what you’re going through.”
The rest of the class stole quick glances and nodded at her, which Alicia took as signs of support. She kept her lips tight and returned their nods, feeling better despite still being angry at Jerry.
“That’s all for today,” Matt said as everyone began shutting down computers and packing up their bags. “We’ll continue this discussion on Wednesday. Please remember to finish Moby Dick over the weekend and be prepared to discuss it on Monday.”
Alicia stuffed her computer back in her book bag and headed toward the door. Jerry approached her despite the hard look she gave him.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a nervous glance around at their classmates passing around them. “I didn’t realize it was you. In that video, I mean.”
“It’s fine,” Alicia growled and stepped around him.
Increasing her pace, Alicia left the building and headed across the quad. She kept her head down so her hair hung across her face. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. When she pulled it out, she saw a text from health services asking her to stop by.
Since she wasn’t hungry for lunch, she immediately angled away towards the health services building. Every step made her stomach clench tighter. Had the bastard given her something? They would just text her the results if she was clean, wouldn’t they? By the time she reached the door to the clinic, her mouth was slick and her stomach was roiling. The clinic receptionist appeared to be a bored student.
“I’m Alicia Tucker,” she squeezed out of her tight throat.
“Just sign in,” the woman mumbled as she thumb-tapped on her phone.
There was a sheet of paper on a clipboard with a number of black lines obscuring who had come in previously. Alicia wrote her own name down and wandered over to the waiting area. She only had sketchy memories of being helped through the lobby to the examination room. Had it only been three days? It felt like years.
She sat to wait on one of the hard plastic chairs that lined the walls. No one else was waiting so she pulled out her phone to read Moby Dick. Queequeg and Ishmael were busy lashing a mat to the boat when she heard her name.
“Alicia Tucker?” a nurse called to her, holding a folder open in her hands.
Alicia nodded and gathered her book back, tucking her phone into her back pocket. She followed the nurse to a private exam room. The searing acid in her stomach made her want to gag.
“I’m Mona. Let’s have a seat.” The nurse sat in a rolling chair next to a built-in desk. Alicia sat on a plastic and chrome chair while holding her book bag in her lap like a shield.
Mona reviewed the documents in the folder for so long that Alicia almost screamed in frustration. When Mona looked up, her smile dipped.
“Don’t worry, your tests came back clean.”
“You couldn’t have just texted me that?” Alicia shouted despite the instant relief she felt.
“No,” Mona said with a shrug. “HIPPA laws and all that.”
“God damn it,” Alicia whispered and rubbed her forehead. A headache was crawling up her neck. “Is there a chance something didn’t show up yet?”
“Not in this case,” Mona said. “I know I just mentioned privacy laws, but the uh… other party… tested clean as well.”
Alicia looked up at Mona with raised eyebrows.
“I know,” Mona continued. “Surprised me, too.”
“Is that all?” Alicia sighed.
“Yes, you’re free to go. Just sign here.”
Alicia trudged out of the exam room and made her way out into the sunlight again. Eating lunch still held no appeal. She bowed her head to shade behind her hair and aimed for the Chemistry building. She hoped she could find a nice back row seat to vegetate for a while.
The tall building overhung the main entrance, providing shade there. As Alicia stepped into the shadows, she noticed a group of guys loitering near the doors.
“That’s her,” one of the guys said loud enough for Alicia to hear.
Chills crawled up her back and through her scalp, pushing the headache deeper. She stepped faster without looking in their direction.
“Hey, Alicia,” a familiar voice called. “Why do you want us to lose the game Friday night?”
She risked a glance and saw a guy she’d hooked up with before. Was his name was Chuck? She didn’t stop to find out, but they jogged fast enough to intercept her before she reached the entrance.
Chuck put his hand flat against the glass to keep her from opening the door. “We hooked up. No big deal. So why are you hassling Dillon?”
Rage fought panic until the rage edged out front. “When we hooked up, did you wear a condom?”
“Of course,” he laughed. “You’re a slut.”
The epithet stung, but these assholes didn’t look ready to learn the finer points of feminism. Alicia swallowed before she answered.
“I asked Dillon to use a condom,” she said and then drew her hair back from her face. “This is what he did instead.”
The guys blinked in shock. Chuck’s look of amusement faded.
“Then he held me down and raped me. Can you see my problem *now*?”
Chuck backed up and let his hand fall away from the door. When he spoke again, his tone wasn’t as confident. “He said you went psycho.”
“Yeah, raping someone does that to a person,” Alicia muttered as she went through the door and left the idiots staring after her.
The lecture hall was mostly empty. Alicia made her way to the very back of the room and sat in one of the center chairs. After dragging up the desktop from the side of the chair, she dropped her book bag on top and rested her head against the canvas. Taking slow, deep breaths, she got herself under control again.
She was useless taking notes and missed half the Chemistry lecture. Luckily, the professor followed the material in the textbook so she should be able to pick up what she missed. After class, Alicia avoided eye contact with the other students and took less traveled paths to the parking lot and Megan’s car. While she waited, she pulled out her phone to check for messages.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Megan sang sweetly as she approached, pulling her keys out of her purse.
“Hey.” Even seeing Megan again couldn’t remove the taint from Alicia’s day.
Megan pulled Alicia into her arms. She nuzzled her face into Alicia’s neck and placed tickly kisses against her skin. That made Alicia chuckle despite her stress.
“There’s my girl,” Megan whispered and kissed Alicia tenderly.
When they pulled back, Alicia stared into Megan’s sympathetic eyes and felt her heart swell at the emotions she saw there. “Thanks.”
“You looked like you needed a hug.”
“You have *no* idea.”
They got in Megan’s car and drove to a coffee shop close to their old neighborhood. It was too early to go to Meredith’s house and Alicia needed to get some caffeine to help with her headache. After they got their drinks, the pair settled in on a couch. Alicia tucked her feet up next to her and snuggled into Megan.
“Tell me about it.”
Alicia sipped her coffee, then let out a long, slow breath. She started with the dorm and the elevator, then told Megan the confrontation in her English class. They kissed when Alicia shared the good news from the clinic. Tears burned her eyes when she recounted the guys giving her a hard time before Chemistry.
“Assholes,” Megan growled.
“This has me all fucked up,” Alicia whispered as she wiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ve done nothing to feel sorry for,” Megan said. “I’ll just keep telling you that until you believe me.”
“Thanks.” Alicia sniffed. “For everything.”
“So tell me about tutoring the guys,” Megan said as she settled back, her face clear of judgment.
“It really is tutoring,” Alicia insisted, before blushing. “Adam struggles more with English and social studies. Carlos has some kind of mental block with algebra, but he picks it up quick with me. He has Mr. Muller, remember him?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Megan laughed, then pretended a German accent. “Zere are no shortcuts vis algebra!”
“That’s him,” Alicia said with a nod and a sip of coffee. “He still believes if he just says the same thing again louder, it’ll make sense.”
“He used to drive me nuts,” Megan said. “So how did you get started messing around with a couple of high school guys?”
Alicia sighed and took a bigger drink of her coffee. “It seemed harmless at the time. I promised them a handjob each day if they stopped fighting, did their homework, and let me get my own work done.”
Megan shook her head and gave an incredulous laugh. “Like a demented version of what we did for those Andrews kids?”
“I actually thought of that. I know a handjob isn’t staying up late to watch a cartoon show, but the principle is the same. Besides, it worked.” Alicia chuckled sadly. “Until it didn’t.”
“What happened.”
“It was exciting to teach them things. To show off a little. They were so *eager*. And fast learners.”
“I bet,” Megan said.
“It started off just hooking up,” Alicia whispered as she studied her mug.
Megan hugged her closer. “When did it change?”
“The day you saw me in the grocery store.” Alicia studied Megan for her reaction.
Megan blinked. “So you were holding out on me.”
Alicia looked down. “I got the guys hook up kits. Condoms, wipes, lube, you know.”
“And then showed them how to use them.” Megan shook her head with a sigh. “I assume they were virgins before all this”
Alicia nodded without meeting Megan’s eyes.
“Damn it, Alicia,” Megan breathed.
“I know.”
“You better hope Dillon’s dad doesn’t catch wind of this. You’ll end up in jail like that teacher down in Florida.”
Alicia shook her head. “The guys won’t say anything.”
“You can’t know that!”
“You don’t know them like I do.”
“After a week?” Megan laughed, but it had an ugly, jealous sound. “Do my *sisters* know them like you do?”
Alicia rolled her eyes and whispered, “No. They’re… more like… practice girlfriends.”
Megan covered her face with her palms. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Not like that! It’s not a sex thing. I taught the guys about how to approach and talk to girls their age without screwing it all up. *They* picked Liz and Fee to practice with, not me.”
“While you keep screwing their *pretend* boyfriends,” Megan growled.
“I promised.” Alicia had tears in her eyes. “No one but you from now on.”
Megan let out a long breath and pulled Alicia into a tight hug. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” Shame crushed her. This whole situation was all her fault. *No!* She forced that thought away. She may have made some bad decisions, but Dillon was the one who deserved to feel like shit. She pressed her lips against Megan’s cheek.
“God, I never thought I’d be a jealous girlfriend.” Megan chuckled.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Adam and Carlos?” Alicia pulled back in surprise.
“Nevermind,” Megan said with a blush and shook her head. “Let’s go tutoring.”
When Megan drove up to Madeline’s house, Alicia’s stomach was in knots. The guys were going to freak about her bruised face and what had happened over the weekend. She couldn’t mention Dillon or they would probably do something stupid and get them all in trouble.
Despite her promise to Megan, the electric attraction that had grown toward Adam and Carlos was still simmering just below the surface. She wondered how they’d react when they found out she wouldn’t be keeping her promise to them anymore. She hoped they would be focusing that energy on Liz and Fee now.
Taking a deep breath and her girlfriend’s hand, the pair walked up to the front door. It opened before they knocked with Madeline smiling at the two of them.
“My two favorite babysitters!” She hugged Megan first, then Alicia. That was when she reacted to the bruising. “Oh, I heard about what happened and I’m so sorry.”
Alicia’s eyebrows rose. “How… who told you?”
“Liz and Fiona filled me in when they got here. And about how Harry reacted to you two dating.”
Then Megan’s eyebrows rose. “Liz and Fee are here?”
“Yes, they heard from the boys what a good a tutor Alicia was and wanted to do their homework here before heading home. I hope you don’t mind. They’re such nice girls, just like their big sister.” Madeline squeezed Megan tight with a one-armed hug.
Meredith guided Alicia and Megan through the front door and into the kitchen. “Alright, I’m heading out early for my class. I’m leaving you in good hands! There’s stew on the stove and french bread warming in the oven. Goodnight!”
Once Meredith was gone, the guys got up from the table and bracketed Alicia in a soft hug. Obviously, they knew what had happened. Liz and Fee followed, doing the same thing and including their sister in the group hug. The soft murmurs from them all and their warm embrace brought tears to Alicia’s eyes. Soon she was weeping quietly into their gentle support.
“Just so you know, our dad doesn’t speak for us,” Liz whispered to Alicia at last. “Fee and I don’t really understand what you’ve got with Megan, but we both support you.”
Megan kissed the tops of the twins heads and gave a final squeeze to the group. “Let’s get some homework done.”
They made room for everyone around the kitchen table and settled in to study. The routine helped keep Alicia centered. She finally sorted out her chemistry notes and began to prepare for her next lab on Wednesday.
While they studied, Megan would occasionally reach out and brush her hand along Alicia’s leg or touch her arm. The reassurances kept a subtle smile on Alicia’s face. They all munched on the delicious stew and crusty bread Meredith had left while they worked. Small discussions around the table about particular problems or concepts made the time fly until Liz and Fiona had to head home.
They all cleared up the kitchen together and put away the leftovers. The tension Alicia had felt earlier melted away as the guys joked with her like they always had. She did notice their expressions of concern when they thought she wasn’t looking.
When the time came for the twins to leave, Megan and Alicia had a silent negotiation. If Megan took the twins home, Alicia would be alone with the guys. To avoid any issues with Megan, Alicia spoke up first. “Let me take Liz and Fee home.”
Megan got her keys out of her purse and tossed them to Alicia. “Don’t wreck my car,” she grumbled playfully.
“Geez, it’s only a few blocks,” Alicia replied with a fake whine that made the group smile.
Once she was alone in the car with Liz and Fee, she could feel the tension of unasked questions from the twins as they glanced at each other. It was almost like they were daring the other to speak first. “What’s up?” Alicia asked.
“So,” Liz started. “Uh.”
“We really like Adam and Carlos,” Fiona said, jumping in when her twin faltered. “But we’re not like you and Megan.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Liz said and let out a long breath. “We want to stay virgins. Until we get married.”
Alicia shrugged. “That’s cool.”
“It seems like Adam and Carlos like us and we don’t know how to tell them.”
“You tell them just like you told me.”
“But what if they dump us?”
“You know there are more options, right?” Alicia said as she looked at them in the rearview mirror. “I mean, you just want someone to go out with, right?”
“Yeah,” Liz said and Fiona nodded.
“You don’t have to be exclusive. Tell them what you want and don’t get weird if they go out with other people, too.”
“But we want boyfriends,” Fiona whined.
“Then look for guys who want to save sex for marriage.”
“There are no guys like that,” Liz said. “At least no *normal* guys.”
“What about your church youth group?” Alicia asked.
“They’re a bunch of hypocrites,” Liz grumbled. “We see them all pious and preachy at Wednesday night bible study, then hear about them getting drunk and screwing at parties on the weekends.”
Alicia shrugged. That had been her experience as well. “Well, then stick to your convictions and just date casually or in groups. Not having an exclusive boyfriend isn’t the end of the world. Hell, I’ve never dated exclusively.” Alicia thought about it for a second, then grinned. “Until now.”
“So you and Megan are exclusive?” Fiona asked.
Alicia nodded. “I promised her and I meant it.”
Alicia pulled up in front of their house and turned to face the twins gathering their book bags. “Look, I’m the last person in the world to give relationship advice, but I *can* tell you that you need to be true to yourselves. Decide what you want and stick to it. Peer pressure is crazy hard to resist. Make your decisions *before* you get into a situation where someone is trying to get you to do something you don’t really want to do.”
“Thanks, Alicia.”
“So will we see you tomorrow for tutoring?” Alicia asked.
“Yeah, it was great! You really helped me.”
“Good, I’ll see you then.”
The drive back to Meredith’s house only took a few minutes and when she walked in the tension between Megan and the guys was palpable. The guys were sitting together on the couch with tight, angry expressions while Megan was pacing around the room.
“What happened?”
All three started in at the same time.
“These two idiots think they love you…” *Megan.*
“Megan doesn’t trust us to keep our mouths shut…” *Adam.*
“She doesn’t understand what happened last week…” *Carlos.*
“Stop it!” Alicia shouted, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and panicked. “Just stop for a minute. Carlos, you first.”
“Megan thinks all we did last week was some kind of an *orgy*,” Carlos said. “She doesn’t understand what happened and won’t listen to what we’ve been telling her.”
“So tell us all what happened as you saw it. Megan, just listen for a minute. Please?” Alicia begged.
Megan crossed her arms across her chest with a frown but nodded.
“Last week wasn’t just about sex! Adam and I *hated* each other until Alicia helped us become brothers. School was just a place I was forced to go. I thought I was stupid. It made me feel like a loser because everyone else seemed to get Algebra but me. Alicia helped me understand.”
“And then she fucked you,” Megan muttered, her jealousy evident in her red face and harsh expression.
Both guys rolled their eyes and then silently begged Alicia to help.
“Megan, please, just listen.”
“Yes, she taught us about sex and intimacy,” Carlos said. “She also explained gender and attraction in a way that I finally understood all that LGBT-whatever means. She let us ask every question we’d ever had and gave us the kinds of answers that made us question *ourselves*.”
“Until last week,” Adam said. “I never really understood how relationships worked. I thought I just had to be cool around girls to get their attention. I was missing so much! We really like Liz and Fee as *friends*. I heard them talking about being worried about keeping their virginities. I think Fee is hot, but now that I understand more about sex and intimacy, I’d never push her to do more than she wanted.” He looked at Alicia. “Especially after what happened to you this weekend.”
Megan was still frowning, but she uncrossed her arms and stuffed her hands in her pockets. Alicia smiled at the guys, heartened to hear her lessons had taken root in them.
“In one week, Alicia made a bigger difference in my life than anyone I’ve ever met,” Carlos said with a flush creeping up his neck. “As much as I like Liz, I’ve never felt closer to a girl than I feel to Alicia. We shared something last week that was more than just sex. I know how crazy this all must sound to you, but we would never do anything to hurt her or you.”
Megan looked over at Alicia with raised eyebrows.
“I told you they wouldn’t talk about it,” Alicia whispered.
“And how do you feel about them,” Megan asked without meeting Alicia’s eyes. The questions pierced Alicia through the heart.
“I was stupid to take the risks I did with them,” Alicia said to Megan, then turned to the guys with a sad smile. “I understand how you both feel, but you are too young to give proper consent for sex. I was supposed to be responsible for you and took advantage… because you both excited me. I care about you both too much to keep doing it now.”
“I can see your point,” Adam said after a moment. “Last week we had no idea what we were getting into. That said, I’m not the same guy I was last week. However we got here, we’re here. It’s like someone turned on a light for me. I don’t want to go back to living in the dark.”
“Look,” Carlos said. “I’m just gonna put this out there. We know you got raped this weekend. When Liz and Fee told us yesterday, I wanted to hunt down and kill the fucker. Then we saw the video of you sitting naked and crying in the hallway while a bunch of guys stood around laughing.”
The brothers were tearing up and Alicia felt her own chest tighten at the memory.
“I know how I feel about you because I know how much seeing you like that that *killed me*.” A tear spilled down Carlos’ face. “Don’t tell me I can’t love you because I’m too young. Or I’ve only known you a week. Nothing else could hurt me this bad.”
Alicia reached her hand out to him, her own eyes spilling tears. Carlos wrapped her in his arms and pushed his face into her hair. Adam pulled Megan into the embrace and the four of them held on for a long moment. Alicia crying, Megan relaxing, Adam humming softly, and Carlos kissing the tears off of Alicia’s face.
As one, the guys turned Alicia and Megan to face each other. Alicia leaned in to kiss Megan while Carlos and Adam held them together. This was so close to the dream Alicia had that she nearly sobbed. She risked slipping her hands under Megan’s shirt and up the skin of her back.
“Oh,” Megan murmured as she mirrored Alicia’s actions.
Alicia gave Carlos a look over Megan’s shoulder. She pleaded silently for them to be patient. To let this happen like it needed to.
Carlos nodded and stepped back. After he gestured with his head, Adam followed. Alicia heard their slow steps heading upstairs and was sad for missing this chance, but then Megan kissed her deeper. They continued rubbing their breasts together and pushing their hips to spark electric surges into Alicia’s core.
“They’ve gone to bed. I need you,” Alicia whispered, tugging at the button of Megan’s jeans. “Now.”
Their clothes seemed to fall off as Alicia eased Megan to the soft couch. Warm kisses and gentle caresses brought moans and gasps of pleasure from them both. Megan lay on her back, her nipples wet from Alicia’s mouth. Alicia kept her knee between Megan’s thighs, always moving against her core in a rhythmic motion. Megan slid her hands around Alicia’s back and through her hair, following the same undulating rhythm her lover set.
Kisses, deeper and hotter, took them into that special place they shared. Time seemed to stop as each woman strained into the other. Their pleasure mounted as their fingers finally circled and plunged deep. Beads of sweat glistened across Megan’s breasts as Alicia licked them. Megan’s hands clenched as she arched into her release.
Alicia kept her there, licking and nibbling and touching to sustain her lover’s pleasure. Megan finally cried out a shaky sound of relief as her orgasm passed. Then she returned her attention to Alicia, kissing back with passion.
The incredible tension bloomed again, tightening until Alicia thought she would explode. Pulses finally gripping those two fingers deep inside her. She raised her head, allowing Megan to kiss and suck her neck while giggling out her pleasure in fits and quakes.
“There’s my girl,” Megan murmured against damp skin.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much.” The surge of emotion that followed the pleasure drew the words out.
“I know,” Megan said as they relaxed against the soft fabric. She drew her fingers along Alicia’s neck. “But you still feel something for those boys.”
“Not quite boys,” Alicia corrected gently while tracing around her lovers face.
They were quiet for a while, basking in the afterglow. “I’m sorry I can’t stop being jealous.”
“I promised you,” Alicia whispered. “Trust me.”
“I know,” Megan whispered back. “I’m trying.”
“Let’s get dressed and air out the room before Meredith comes home,” Alicia said before giving Megan one last soft kiss.
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