Ben sat in the driver's seat of his parents' old Volvo, his profile illuminated by the dash lights. He stared straight ahead and wouldn't even look in my direction. I pressed my thighs together, still riding the high of the multiple orgasms he and Shawn had brought me to. My pussy was full of both of their cum. I just loved thinking about it. I'm not trying to get myself pregnant--I'm an eighteen-year-old high school senior and not about to wreck my future--but it made me feel dirty in a good way. And the way it felt when a guy exploded inside me was next level.
"I can't believe you let him talk to you that way." Ben broke the silence, his voice hoarse.
"Who, Shawn?"
"Who, Shawn?" he mocked in a high pitched tone. "Who else? How many guys are you fucking, Cass?"
"You mean like today, or?" I laughed at his stricken face. That may have been mean, but he looked like someone ran over his puppy. Way too dramatic.
"You call him 'Master.'"
I shrugged. "Why do you care?"
"Because I fucking love you, Cassie, that's why I care."
The smile faded from my lips. "I love you too, Ben," I said softly. And I did. He'd left me, breaking my heart in the process, but I'd never stopped loving him. Why did he leave me then, if he loved me?
He stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes under thick bushy brows. "Then why are you calling that burnout your master?"
"Because it turns me on. In case you didn't notice."
"I noticed." His eyes left my face and traveled down to my tits before snapping back up. "I missed you so damn much, but you've been running around whoring yourself out to anyone. I'm such a fool."
"Agreed, you were an idiot to break up with someone you love." I couldn't keep the bitterness out of my voice.
"I made a mistake, Cass, okay? I thought I wanted--oh never mind."
"No, tell me. What did you want so badly that it was worth breaking my heart over?"
Ben stared out the windshield again. "It's college. There are so many parties, so many girls, I wanted to try something different."
"Ah, so you wanted to whore yourself out to anyone, too."
He slapped the steering wheel. "It's not the same thing."
"What's different?"
"I hooked up with some girls at parties. Good girls, college girls. You're screwing a drug addict in the dirt and begging him for it."