5 comments/ 46427 views/ 15 favorites Campus Rapist Ch. 01 By: cellophanesmile Chapter 1: Melanie's Story Melanie made her way through the heard of partying college kids, most drunk, being that the party was well into the fourth hour mark. Melanie had only been there for about twenty minutes though, but already she was ready to leave. She wasn't a big party girl, but didn't mind them occasionally, however tonight she just wasn't into it. She just wanted to get out of there, she was tired and the loud music was giving her a headache, but she had to find Poppy first, to tell her she was going. "Melanie," she heard her name being called behind her, turning she found Logan. He was in her in her drawing class; she talked to him sometimes but didn't really know him too well. She was surprised to see him here though, him being a junior, and this party mostly being freshman, with a couple of sophomores. "Hi Logan," she greeted with a friendly smile. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked casually, grinning at her. "Oh, fine, you know," she said distractedly, wanting to continue on her way, but not wanting to be rude. "Yeah, me too. I've been fine, I mean." "Good, that's good," she said nodding. "So, do you maybe want to dance?" he asked. "What?" she couldn't quite hear him over the loud music. "Do you want to dance?" he leaned over and shouted in her ear. "Oh, actually I was just leaving. I have to find Poppy first, though," she said back, glad the conversation was ending. "Leaving so soon?" he said, and Melanie didn't catch the disappointment in his voice. "Yeah, I'm kind of tired." And she turned to leave, "See ya," she said over her shoulder. Melanie finally found Poppy talking to some girls, and pulled her aside. "I'm leaving," she said into her ear. "Really? Do you want me to come with you?" Poppy asked. "No, I'm just tired. You stay here; I'll see you back at the dorm." Poppy nodded and waved goodbye. Melanie had just made it to the door, when she felt a hand on her arm. "Hey, Melanie." It was Chris Stanwick. She beamed up at him, pleased he was talking to her. She only knew him casually, but she had a bit of a secret crush on him. He was just too handsome. "Hi Chris!" She hoped her voice wasn't too enthusiastic and told herself to play cool. "You look really hot tonight," he said smoothly. "Really?" God, could she be more pathetic. She sounded like some pre-teen groupie. "Yeah, you wanna dance?" Melanie loved the way he leaned into her when he asked, and forced herself to respond with a very calm "sure." Chris led her out to where people were dancing, and she started to sway to the music, letting her body rub up against his. *** Across the room stood Logan. He watched her dancing with growing anger, and cursed himself an idiot. He had come to this asinine party, just because he had heard she'd be there. He had waited around four hours for her to show up, and when she finally did, she blew him off. He hadn't even been mad then, she was just tired. The thought that she was making an excuse hadn't even crossed his mind. Idiot, he cursed himself again. Now she was over there dancing with some punk, gyrating all over him. He couldn't watch, he couldn't bear to see the woman he loved all over another man. Yes, Logan loved her, had been in love with her since the first time he saw her. She had walked into the drawing class with a little white dress on, her soft brown hair shorn into a short, pixie-like cut, rosy cheeks and big blue eyes. Though she didn't seem to notice him at all, she had sat right next to him. They hadn't spoken until a couple days later. Logan forced himself to stop thinking about her. She wasn't who he thought she was, he told himself, just forget her. But forget her he could not. *** Melanie woke up in a strange bed, confused and disoriented. Her head was throbbing so hard, she didn't realize at first that she was naked. She instantly panicked, forcing her brain to think back to last night. She could remember the start of the party, wanting to leave, dancing, drinking, but after that her mind goes foggy. She slowly sat up. She could feel the pain between her legs, the soft throbbing. She knew instantly she had been raped, even before she saw the dried virgin's blood on her thighs. Melanie let herself break down into sobs. She couldn't believe this had happened to her. She wanted to save herself for the man she loved, but her virginity had been cruelly taken from her. She hated being naked, and she put her dress back on. Her panties were too torn to wear, and she couldn't find her bra. She just wanted to get home, to get home and take a shower. To wash the evidence of her rape off of her. The walk back to her dorm was the longest of her life. She could feel the passers-by's eyes on her, she felt like somehow they knew. "Lanie, where have you been?" Poppy asked as she opened the door. "We've been worried sick..." and she trailed off as she saw the look on Melanie's face. "Gee Melanie, what happened?" she asked worriedly. Melanie just pushed past her, heading for the bathroom. "Melanie, what's wrong?" she called as Melanie locked herself behind the door. She stripped off her wrinkled dress, stuffing it into the trashcan before turning on the shower. She let the warm water wash over her skin. She scrubbed her entire body, especially her thighs and between her legs. She must have been in the shower for over forty minutes, but when she came out, Poppy was waiting for her. "Melanie, you tell me what happened last night, right now," she demanded. "I-I," Melanie said looking at her, "Last n-night," she stammered, tears starting to stream down her face, "someone-someone raped me," she said on a sob. She couldn't control herself any longer, and broke down into heart-wrenching tears for the second time that morning. "What?" Poppy screamed, overwhelmingly angry. How could anyone rape Melanie? "Who?" she asked. "I...don't...know," Melanie said between sobs. Her body hunched over and she leaned against the wall. "What's going on?" Bee, her other roommate, asked worriedly, coming out of her bedroom. "Call the police," Poppy said, pulling Melanie into a hug, "Melanie was raped last night." Melanie had calmed down and was sitting on the couch when the police arrived. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. "Okay miss, tell me exactly what happened," the police officer asked, sitting across from Melanie. She told him the whole story, everything she did since arriving at the party, up till when she couldn't remember. She told him about the next morning, too. "Okay, very good. You told me you were talking to a Chris Stanwick. Do you think he could have possibly slipped you a date rape drug?" he asked. "Well, I guess he could have, but I don't think Chris would do something like that," she said. "Well, can you think of anyone who could have done this?" "No, no, I can't think of anyone," she said, shaking her head. "Okay," the police officer started, but was interrupted by Poppy, "I can." They all turned to look at her. "Logan Tully," she said, then turning toward the police officer continued, "He's so creepy, he's always staring at her. And last night was no different, I saw him. Plus, Melanie said she rejected him for a dance," she said looking at the girls to gage their reactions, "He's obsessed with her, I wouldn't be surprised if the bastard did this." "I don't know, I can't believe that he would rape me because I didn't dance with him," Melanie said. Logan always seemed so nice. "I've seen a lot stranger things," the police officer said. "I'll talk to both boys, but I have to tell you, a lot of these cases involving date rape drugs are hard to prove, especially with no DNA evidence." Then he pulled a business card out of his pocket, handing it to Melanie, "Here's the card of a grief counselor who specializes in this sort of thing," he said and left the room. "Well that was helpful," Poppy said sarcastically when he was gone. "Come on," Bee said, pulling her to her bedroom, "Why don't you go rest." "That sounds good," Melanie agreed, realizing that she was pretty tired. She climbed into bed and was asleep in no time. *** Melanie insisted on going to her classes the next day. She wasn't going to let this ruin her life. "Melanie, I heard what happened. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?" Logan was upon her as soon as she walked into her drawing class. "I'm fine," Melanie said looking at him suspiciously. She wondered it he could have possibly raped her. He didn't look like a rapist, but then what did a rapist look like? She sat down and could feel his worried eyes on her for most of class, but she pointedly ignored him. "Lanie, do you want to skip the rest of your classes? Get your mind off things, I'll take you wherever you want to go," Logan asked her after class. That was just the kind of sweet thing she had expected to come from Logan. She normally would have taken him up on the offer, but she couldn't get it out of her head that maybe he had raped her. Maybe he had stalked her and raped her. "No thanks, I better not, you know," she said and hurriedly left. She didn't turn back to see the hurt expression on his face. She saw Chris at lunch, and she was sure he saw her too, but he pretended like he hadn't. Well, the least he could do was come talk to her, say something. Oh well, she thought, he was just a jerk anyway. *** It had only been a week, but Melanie found herself starting to go back to her regular life, and as the days went on, the pain started to fade. Nobody mentioned the incident to her, and she stopped thinking about it every second of the day. She never talked to Chris, but Logan was being extremely nice to her. She accepted his kindness with distant formality, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. One day when she was talking about her trouble with the human form, especially the male, he offered to model for her. She looked at him startled, but said no thank you, that it would just be too weird. She didn't want to be alone with him, especially with him naked. It would just be too intimate, plus she was still a little uneasy about him. The next day, she was talking to another girl in her class, Samantha, and she off-handedly mentioned Logan's offer. "Well, that's wonderful," Samantha had said before Melanie had time to tell her she had rejected it. "Can you ask him if I can come too? I need to get some practice in, and models are so expensive." "Well, I actually told him no," Melanie said hesitantly, the other girl seemed so excited. "Why?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer, "tell him you changed your mind," she said and pushed Melanie in the direction of where Logan was sitting. "Um, Logan?" she asked hesitantly. Logan looked up and smiled widely. She never initiated conversations with him. "Yeah?" he asked. "Um, well you know that offer you made yesterday, about modeling?" He nodded. "I was just wondering if I could take you up on that?" she asked. "Yeah of course, how about tonight?" he said happily. He was glad she wanted to spend time with him, even if it was to practice for school. "That's good, we can do it here, and Samantha's coming, too," she gestured to the girl on the other side of the room, "I hope you don't mind." Absolutely he minded, "Not at all," he said. "Okay, see you," she said, and walked back over to Samantha. *** That night, Logan was upset to find more than just Samantha and Melanie in the room, but he didn't say anything. Apparently Samantha invited some other girls who needed to practice drawing, and how could he refuse. He couldn't say, "No, I just want these two." So that's how he found himself naked, standing on a podium with a bunch of girls staring at him. He felt ridiculous, but he would do it for Melanie. She looked so cute and intense when she was drawing, and he had to force himself not to stare, though he let his eyes wonder in her direction every now and again. Melanie, who didn't catch him looking at her, was too busy trying not to stare herself. He was so muscley and chiseled, so handsome and confident standing there in the nude. She had to force herself to work on her drawing and not fantasize about being inside those strong arms. After several hours of posing, they were finally done and they all wrapped up. "Can I walk you home?" Logan asked Melanie. For some reason, Melanie wasn't as scared of him after staring at him naked for several hours, and she nodded. "Sorry Samantha brought all those girls," she said as they left the building. "It's okay," he said. If it got her to warm up to him, then it was more than okay. "You must be very comfortable with yourself, I could never have done that." "It wasn't so bad after the first five minutes," he explained, "I kind of got used to it." "You know, some of those girls, I don't think they were even in any art classes. They probably just wanted to see a hot upper classman without his clothes," she said teasing him. "You think I'm hot?" he let the question escape his mouth without thinking. Melanie just blushed and didn't look at him. They reached her dorm room, and they stopped outside the door. "Thanks for doing that tonight," she said. "My pleasure," he insisted gallantly. "Hey Lanie, do you want to maybe..." and his words trailed off as Poppy and Bee had come into view of the dorm, and they rushed to stand next to her. "Get away from her, you pervert," Poppy ordered, pulling Melanie back by the arm. "What are you talking about?" Logan was stunned. "Guys, it's..." Melanie started, but was interrupted by Poppy. "We know that you're obsessed with her, that you've been stalking her," Poppy accused. "I have not, what are you talking about?" Logan was completely taken aback "Give me your wallet," Bee asked. "What? Why?" Logan said looking at her oddly. "Just give it to me." And he reached in his back pocket and pulled it out, slapping it in her hand. Bee calmly looked through it, and pulled out a picture of Melanie. It was black and white, really artistic, and she was sitting under a tree reading. Melanie looked at it, she remembered that day, the picture was months old. Bee tossed him back his wallet, and he caught it. He looked really worried and lost, standing there, holding his wallet against his chest. He looked at Melanie to gage her reaction, but she didn't let anything show on her face. "We know you are in love with her," Bee said. So Melanie knew? Logan thought. She knew all along that he loved her. Did she talk to him because she felt sorry for him, or was she just using him? He thought of tonight, she knew he wouldn't argue about there being more people there. She knew he would do it because she had asked him to. God, he hadn't even realized, he was just so happy she was talking to him. "And we know you were there the night she got raped." Poppy let her words drop like a ton of bricks. They thought he had raped her? "She made you angry, so you raped her." "You don't believe that, do you?" he asked, staring intently at Melanie. Melanie opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but then closed it again. God, all this time he thought she was just scared, trying to cope. He didn't know she was just scared of him. Logan cursed himself for the most pathetic fool to ever walk the planet. He turned and started to leave, he had to get away from her. He couldn't let her see how much she could hurt him. "Logan," he heard her call weakly after him. What did she want? To make sure he knew she didn't have any feelings for him? To make sure he knew she thought he was a rapist? Logan quickened his pace. He had an apartment off campus, but it wasn't too far, and he made his way to it, not turning back. *** Melanie watched him walk away. She grabbed the picture of her out of Bee's hand, and held it gently in her own, staring down at it. "How did you know he had her picture in his wallet?" Poppy asked. "I was talking to this girl who said she saw it there once, and thought it was weird, because she didn't think they were going out," Bee explained. "That is weird. That's the creepiest thing I've ever heard," Poppy said and shivered, "Are you okay, Lanie?" she asked. "It's not that creepy," Melanie said more to herself than to her friends, "It's kind of sweet." "That is not sweet," Poppy said incredulously. "I don't think he raped me," Melanie said, thinking back through all the time she knew him. He had never been anything but nice, and friendly, and wonderful. "I think I love him," she said as the truth dawned on her. "What?" Bee and Poppy said at the same time. They stared at her disbelieving. "You love him?" Poppy said skeptically. "Lanie, you're being delusional, you can't love him." "I can love him," Melanie said back defensively, "And I do." "But Lanie..." Poppy started again, in her this-is-going-to-take-a-while-but-I've-got-to-explain voice. "Melanie," Bee interrupted Poppy, "If you love him, tell him." "Bee," Poppy squealed, "What are you telling her, he could be a rapist." "I think Melanie is smart enough not to fall in love with a rapist," Bee said logically. "Yeah, but she's not in her right mind," Poppy argued. "I know, she's in love." They continued to argue, but Melanie was already gone. She knew where Logan's apartment building was, and she headed in that direction. She had to see him, and just hoped he would forgive her, hoped it wasn't too late. She reached his apartment building, and stood on the edge of the park opposite it. She didn't know his apartment number, so she pulled out her cell phone and gave him a call. "Hello," he answered gruffly. "Hi, it's Melanie, don't hang up," she said quickly, afraid he wouldn't want to talk to her. "What do you want," he said, resignation in his voice. "I want you to know that I don't think you raped me," she started with, "and that I'm standing outside your apartment. I want you to let me up, because I have something important to..." and then the phone was ripped out of her grasp, and smashed beneath a boot. "Hey," she said starting to turn around, but was suddenly grabbed. A hard arm was pressed against her stomach, and a knife to her throat. "Hello, my little virgin," a deep voice that was obviously trying to disguise itself said. "Do you remember me? No of course not, but I remember you. Yes, I remember your soft thighs, and tender virgin pussy. You were such a sweet treat, that when I saw you standing here, I decided I just had to see if you would still be as delectable the second time around." And Melanie felt the knife press harder against her throat. Her bladder, which hadn't been emptied in several hours, gave way due to her fear, and she felt the warm liquid seeping into her jeans. He laughed. "Oh, only bad girls wet themselves," he said and drug her farther into the shadows of the park. "Take off your soiled pants," he said in her ear. Melanie was shaking too bad to do anything, "Ahh," she let the pathetic attempt at a scream escape her throat. "No, not a sound from you unless you want me to cut your throat," he said warningly, "Now I believe I asked you to do something." Melanie used her shaking fingers to unbutton her pants and pushed them down, they fell to around her ankles. Her rapist pushed the hand that was wrapped around her stomach down inside her panties. "Melanie!" she heard the shout come from the edge of the park. Her rapist heard it too and instantly let go of her, taking off in a run. Melanie let a sob of relief escape her throat, and she fell to the ground crying. "Melanie," Logan said as he reached her. He pulled her up into his arms, and she sobbed against his shoulder. Campus Rapist Ch. 01 "I was afraid you wouldn't come," she sobbed. "No, no, you're safe now. I've got you," he comforted. She continued to cry as he gently pulled her pants back up, then lifted her in his arms, and carried her to his apartment. He didn't have a roommate, and was never more grateful for that fact than at this moment. Melanie had stopped crying by the time they walked through the door, and now she was just pressing her face into his neck, too embarrassed to look up at him. "Come on, you could use a shower," he said. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet. He turned on the water and got her a towel. "If you need anything, just yell," he told her. "Thank you," she said as he left the room. She took off her clothes and once again let the warm water soothe her, as she scrubbed away that man's touch from her body. When she was done, she found that her clothes had been taken and a big t-shirt and sweat pants were in their place. They were big on her, but warm and cozy. They smelled like Logan, and she liked being wrapped in their gentle hug. "I threw your clothes in the washer," he said when she came out. "I could have done it," she said, blushing, knowing that there was no way he could miss the pee stain on her pants and panties. "It's okay, I didn't mind," he said gently. "I found this in the pocket of your jeans," he said holding out the picture to her. "I'm sorry, I know you think it's creepy, but I swear I haven't been stalking you. I forgot I even had that in there. I didn't even..." And she reached up and put her hand over his mouth. "I don't think it's creepy. I wanted to give it back to you, actually. I kind of like the idea of you carrying my picture around in your wallet," she said and then blushed. "What did you come here to tell me?" he asked. "I love you," she blurted out. The look of surprise and happiness on his face was endearing, as he lifted her up into a giant bear hug. "I love you, too, little one," he said spinning her around. She bent her head and kissed him. Being held up taller than him, she was in the position to control the intensity of the kiss, and she liked her new place of power. She would smash her face to his and stick her tongue down his throat, like she was trying to burrow into him. Then she would pull back abruptly and just tickle his lips with hers. He carried her like that, holding her by his arm under her butt and the other around her back, into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. He sat her on the bed, and let his kisses trail down to her throat. She wanted to feel his naked chest against her, so she reached and tugged at his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing her to pull it off him. His strong arms encircled her and it was better than she imagined. After some more kissing, he reached out and pulled her shirt off of her. She didn't have her bra on, and her breasts were instantly free. When he wrapped his arms around her again, it was even better than before. She liked the way her breast pressed against his chest. Her head was right at his neck, and she pressed her lips against it. Spreading tiny kisses all over it, leaking them down to his chest. He held her and kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair. He pushed her back into a lying position on the bed, and gently tugged down the sweat pants she was wearing. When they were off her, he kissed his way back up her leg, stopping at her inner thighs. He spread kisses all over one, then moved onto the other. Melanie could feel growing anticipation as he neared her pussy, and shivers ran up her entire body when he finally did press his mouth to it. He just gently kissed her there at first, then he let his tongue pop out and lap at her. He used his hands to spread her pussy lips apart, then licked her, tasting her sweet, tangy juices. He continued to lick her until she was bucking and moaning, then finally came. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he took her sensitive, swollen clit in his mouth, holding it gently between his and licking it with his tongue. It was so pleasurable, it was almost painful, and she wiggled her hips. He sat up and pushed his pants and boxers off in one sweep, then rose above her. He was already aroused from the feeling of her pussy in his mouth, and pressed his hard cock to her entrance. She moaned and held onto his shoulders as he rammed most of his length into her. Melanie moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting to get him in deeper, and he buried himself to the hilt. He slowly started to move back and forth in a gentle rhythm, which Melanie followed. They moved faster as the pleasure built, and they reached their orgasms together in a fire works display of pure pleasure. Afterwards, they both fell asleep still joined. *** "Morning sleepyhead, it's time for class," Logan said, gently shaking her awake. She had spent every night for the past week at his house, since he had rescued her from the rapist. They had found out the next day that another girl had been raped in that very park, but it hadn't stopped there, yet another girl had been drugged and raped at a party two days after. Police suspected that all three were the same man, but it was hard to tell since he had no M.O. Melanie had agreed to help the police in any way she could, and had to answer extensive questions. She was scared that the man was still out there, and never went anywhere by herself at night, not that Logan would let her anyway. Logan would barely let her go off by herself during the day. She didn't mind though, she felt safe when he was around. "No, I don't want to get up," she groaned pushing at his chest, and rolling over. "Come on," he chuckled, "You missed your first class yesterday." Melanie rolled over and glared up at him, "It's your fault, you're the one who kept me up all night," she said in mock anger. "Me? You're the one who's completely insatiable," he teased her. "You know it," she said, lunging herself at him. He laughed and caught her, and she pressed kisses all over his face. "Come on," he said carrying her to the bathroom. She giggled as he set her in the shower and turned on the water. "Oooh, it's freezing," she said, jumping to the corner, out of the spray. "A cold shower could to you good," he laughed. She waited until the water heated up, testing it with her hand, then stepped back under the drizzle. Logan then climbed into the shower with her. "Here," Melanie said handing him the shampoo. She loved it when he washed her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingers, working the shampoo in. And if he wanted to invade on her shower, she never let him get away without doing it. After he was done with her hair, he did his own, as she washed his body. As Melanie rubbed her hands and the bar of soap over him, she saw him harden at her touch, and knew she wouldn't get out of the shower without making love first. Not that she minded. Logan ran his hands over her soft, wet breasts, and he loved the way her slippery skin felt. Logan abruptly picked her up and pushed her against the wall of the shower. Their faces were under the mist of water, and they had to shut their eyes against it. He held the pits of her knees in his hands, spreading her legs wide apart so he had access to warm, wet vagina. He made love to her with the tepid water cascading over their slick, naked bodies. When the finally got out of the apartment, they ran into Poppy and Bee on campus. Both girls had apologized to him for the rape accusations, and he had whole-heartedly forgiven them, saying he knew they were just trying to protect Melanie, which he could understand. And surprisingly, they became fast friends. "Poppy, Beatrice," he said greeting them. Beatrice gave him a playful punch in the arm that wasn't slung over Melanie. He had used her full name, which he knew she hated. Bee didn't usually open up to new people too quickly, but Logan had just been so nice to her, gently teasing her until she had no choice but to warm up to him. "Hey Lanie, we haven't seen much of you around the dorm," Bee said. "Yeah, you've been cooped up in your little nest of love too long," Poppy said, "You have to come back to the real world, please," she said, over exaggerating her begging tone, "We miss you." "I see you guys all the time," Melanie said rolling her eyes. "But how can we make our freshman year one giant sleepover if you aren't there?" Poppy joked. "Guess you'll have to get along without me," Melanie said, smiling. Poppy and Bee walked away to go to their first class, muttering something about auditioning a new best friend. Logan bought her a coffee and walked her to her first class, before kissing her goodbye, and promising to see her in art. Campus Rapist Ch. 02 Bea's Story Bee was in her creative writing class, the only class where she didn't know anyone, which made her nervous. You see, Bee was hopelessly shy. Her really good friends, Poppy and Melanie, she had had since high school, and any knew ones she made were through mutual friends. Bee couldn't just go up to a stranger and start a conversation, and she didn't know how the rest of the world did it. She was especially shy around boys, and had never been on a date. She had been asked a couple of times, but the prospect of having to make conversation for an entire evening had kept her from accepting. And being that she had never been on any dates, Bee had also never been kissed. Poppy always threatens that she would get some random boy to give her a smooch, that way she would stop complaining about probably being the only freshman here to never have been kissed. Melanie always contradicts her though, saying that a first kiss has to be special. But Melanie always wants the first of anything to be special, a first kiss, a first night away from home, a first taste of crème brulee. That's why she remained a virgin until she was in college; she was saving herself until she knew it would be special. That is until she was raped two months ago. Bee had trouble thinking about the fact that her best friend had been raped. It was made all the worst because she knew Melanie was saving herself for the right man. And Melanie was so pretty she never had problems getting dates, or boyfriends. She could have had sex any number of times, but no matter how hard it was to resist, her desire for the first time to be special always won out. The rapes around campus were scary, and it seemed like everyone was talking about them. There hadn't been another one in a few weeks, and some people hoped that it was just over. Some wouldn't feel safe again until the guy was caught, like Melanie. "For your next assignment, you are going to be working with a partner," the professor said, "One person will write a chapter of a story, then the next person will write the other, and so on. This is something I want you to have fun with, make it about whatever you want." Bee felt worry settle in the pit of her stomach, who would be her partner? "I've randomly assigned you partners, the list is posted on the bulletin board. The stories will be due at the end of the month, so don't wait till the last minute to get started, I can always tell." She continued with class, and Bee wasn't too worried. It sounded like she didn't have to interact with this other person at all; she just had to pass off her story to them. At the end of class she looked at the posting on the door. Chris Stanwick. She groaned inwardly, he was a jock and a player: a moron. An incredibly handsome moron, but still a moron. "Hey Beatrice, looks like we're partners," he said suddenly appearing in front of her. He had deep blue eyes, and blonde hair just long enough to fall into them, a Grecian nose, and a sturdy strong mouth. "Um, yeah," she said, looking at his chest, which was eye level with her. "So, do you want to go get some lunch and talk about what we want to write about?" Was he asking her on a date? she thought hopefully. Bee cursed herself for being so easily dragged in by his charm. She was determined not to let him make her swoon. "No, you just go ahead and write the first chapter, I'll just continue off that," she walking out of the classroom. Chris didn't follow her. *** "Uhh, what a creep," Melanie said upon hearing who Bee had to work with. "You didn't used to think that," Poppy teased, "You used to think he was a dreamboat." Poppy held her hands to her heart and pretended to swoon. Logan snorted and pulled Melanie closer to him. Melanie just giggled and nuzzled his neck. They were all eating lunch in the dining hall, Bee slowly picking at her french-fries. "And speak of the devil," Logan said, nodding in the direction of the door. Chris was standing there with three girls surrounding him. He had his arm slung around one, and even without hearing him, Bee could tell he was flirting outrageously. "Uggh," Bee gave a disgusted snort, "He thinks he's god's gift to women." She turned back to her lunch. "Well, sucks for you," Melanie addressed Bee. Bee gave her a friendly glare in return. "See you later," Melanie said, as she and Logan got up, heading for their next class. As they walked away, Melanie reached out and grabbed Logan's hand, holding it in her's. "Those two are sickening," Poppy said, looking at their clasped hands. "Aww, they're adorable." Bee was happy for her friend, that she had found such a great guy, but she was also a little jealous. What was wrong with her, that she had never had a boyfriend? "Okay, I'm leaving." Poppy gathered up her trash and headed for the door. "See you." Bee continued to eat her lunch, she had always been a slow eater. "Oh, I see now why you were too busy to get lunch with me," Chris said, sitting down opposite her. Bee startled, and looked up at him. "I never said I was too busy," she pointed out. "So you just didn't want to have lunch with me?" She was at a loss for what to say, so she didn't say anything. "Do you not like me or something?" "No!-- I mean no I like you. Well, I meant I mean no I don't not like you. As in yes, I don't dislike you." Bee just let her voice dwindle off, wondering if what she had just said made any sense. Chris just chuckled. "I see now, you have a way with words Miss Beatrice. I'm lucky I got you as a partner for this assignment." Bee noticed that he was using her full name, which she thought made her sound like a complete nerd, but didn't correct him on it. She just continued to eat up her fries, conscious of every bite she took and how long she chewed each one, now that she could feel the weight of his eyes on her. Why wasn't he leaving? She didn't say anything else to him throughout the entire lunch, but he seemed content to just sit there and watch her. Could he see how incredibly uncomfortable he was making her? Was he doing it on purpose? That bastard. When she got up to throw her tray away, he followed. "Where are you going now?" "The library." "Good, I'll come." Bea glanced at his face, then averted her gaze to her feet, watching them carry her forward. She could feel Chris walking beside her, but didn't turn to look at him. She got to the library and grabbed her usual seat at an empty table in the corner. She didn't have a class now, and she could almost always be found in that spot in the corner. Today was the first day anyone was with her, though. She sat in her chair, staring at the table in front of her. "Beatrice." She looked up at him sitting across from her. "So, what do you want to write about?" She shrugged. He sighed. Bea pulled out her math homework and started working on it, with him just sitting there, watching her. Bea desperately hoped he would leave. After a while, he reached into one of his folders and pulled out a single sheaf of notebook paper. On it he wrote in clear straight letters: Despite his best efforts, the lowly knight failed to catch the eye of the beautiful princess. Perhaps her heart is frozen. Bea stared down at the words on the paper when he slid it over to her. She picked up his pencil and scratched hastily: ,or perhaps the knight is just unworthy. Bea would never have been able to say anything like that to his face, but she always felt more free to be herself when she was writing. Chris smiled when she slid the paper back over to him and without hesitation he added another line of text. If the latter be true, then the knight begs the princess of a task he can complete to win her heart. Bea rolled her eyes. The knight must cut out his own heart and serve it to her on a silver platter. Chris laughed when he read what she wrote. He scribbled something down, but didn't pass the paper back to her this time. Instead he left it there and got up and walked out. Bea watched him go, as soon as he was out of sight, she grabbed the paper and read the last line: So the princess eats hearts for breakfast? I'll have to remember that. Bea tried to concentrate on her math homework, but just ended up rereading the sheet over and over again until all the words were jumbled up in her head. She had meant what she had written to just be playful, but now rereading it she was afraid that she came across as a bitch. And did he think she was some sort of man-eater now? Nothing could be farther from the truth. Bea forced herself to stop thinking about it, no good could come of it. She gathered up her books, slipping them into her bag. *** Bea settled down into her usual spot in the library, grabbing her book from her bag. Opening up it up, a crisp white envelop fell out from between the pages. All that was on it was her first name. Wondering how it could have possibly gotten there, she tore it open and pulled out a folded sheet of computer paper. Typed on the page, she read: In the land that never rained, the princess would sit in her sandcastle, taming wildflowers and kissing chickadees. She would sometimes glance out her frosty windowpanes at the sky, but only by accident, for the outside world didn't interest her too much. The princess was so beautiful, however, that the sky longed to see her face all the time. It would try to tempt her with sunsets and rainbows, but the little princess just couldn't be lured to her window. Heartbroken, the sky started to cry, and her castle melted to nothing but a pile of sand. The devastated princess sat on this giant pile, crying and crying for her lost home. She cried so much she made her nose red and her cheeks splotchy, she grew pale, and her hair lost its waving life. The sky, not able to bear what it had done to the lovely girl, flew away from that place, but the princess hardly even noticed, so intent was she on her sorrow. But the rest of the kingdom sorely missed the sky, and they sent the West Wind to find someone to help. The duty befell a young farmer who had grown poor with no sun to grow his crops. When he heard about the princess, he set out to find her. He ran all the way, only to find that he could not climb the pile of sand to reach her, every time he tried, the sand would just slip out from under him. He called to her, but she could not hear him, so he wrote a message and put it in a bottle, throwing it up to her. The bottle landed in her lap, and surprised, she opened it and read: I will catch you at the bottom. It didn't have a name anywhere on it, but Bea knew it was from Chris. She quickly reread it for hidden meaning. She thought of yesterday, was she supposed to be the princess and he the knight? If so, that means he thinks she's beautiful...or does he think her nose is read and her face splotchy? And if it is them, does he think she's a crybaby? Or maybe it's not even supposed to be them, and it's just a story. Either way, it didn't seem like something Chris Stanwick would write, she had always pictured him as some stupid jock, but maybe she had misjudged him. Bea smiled down at the page in her hands. She carefully refolded it and put it back in her book and back in her bag. She knew Melanie and Poppy wouldn't be at the dorm yet, and she wanted to be alone to write her response. Sitting down at her laptop, she didn't know where to start. Should the princess come down from the sand? After several starts she wrote this: The princess read the note with much trepidation. She had no idea who was at the bottom, whether it was a kind soul who wanted to help her, or an evil monster who wanted to eat her alive. For the first time in days, the princess stopped crying, and looked up. Though she had never really appreciated the sky before, she now almost felt bad that it was gone. She realized that she must have driven it away, and simultaneously realized that she couldn't stay on her pile of sand forever. Taking a deep breath, she slid down the sandy slope, squeezing her eyes shut the whole way. Then suddenly she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. "Open your eyes," and when she did, she saw the most handsome man she had ever seen. He smiled down at her and was instantly in love. He was still holding her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and ran her hands through his golden hair, getting lost in his deep blue eyes. Wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on hers, she reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. Bea printed it out and folded it into a new envelope, and wrote his name on the front. Putting it in her book, she took out his story to her and put it in an old tin, lovingly tucking it onto her bookshelf. Bea suddenly sat up in bed, looking at her alarm clock, the digital numbers blinked 2:02am. Bea scrambled out of bed and over to her laptop. What was she thinking? What if the knight and the princess were supposed to be her and Chris? And she had kissed him! She opened the file and erased the last two paragraphs. She reprinted it and took the old story out of the envelope, placing the new one in instead. Feeling a lot calmer, she went and crawled back into bed. *** Bea walked into her creative writing class the next day, seeing Chris sitting there she was a bit worried about how to give him the envelope. Eventually, she just walked up there and set it on his desk, walking away again before he had a chance to say anything. Bea sat nervously all throughout class, forcing herself not to look over at Chris, pretending to be utterly interested in what the teacher was saying. Afterwards, she was painfully aware of his presence beside her, but she shyly refused to look up. She felt him grab her hand from where she was collecting her notebook from her desk, holding it palm up in his. Bea stared down at her hand encompassed in his big one, making hers look tiny and fragile by comparison. He gently laid a folded piece of paper into her palm, his hand caressing hers as he did. Bea folded her hand around the paper, but didn't pull it from its resting spot in Chris's hand, neither did Chris take his hand away. "Come have lunch with me," he asked her, and Bea finally looked up at him. She really wanted to go, and was about to say yes, the realized she would into Melanie and Poppy in the Cafeteria. She didn't want to explain why Chris was with her. "I'm not hungry," she said pulling her hand away and grabbing her notebook. "Then we'll go to the library," he said taking her books out of her hands and walking briskly for the door. Bea had no choice but to follow the man making off with her books, and she scurried along behind him. Chris sat right in the table they were before, laying her little stack of books in front her usual chair. Bea slowed down warily as she got closer to her destination, but finally took a seat in her designated spot. They sat there for a while, Chris's gaze on her unfaltering and intense, Bea's flickering from her hands, to the table, to the ceiling, to him, to the table, to him, to the bookshelf, to him. "Aren't you going to read what I wrote you?" Chris finally asked, and Bea remembered the paper in her tightly closed palm. She had completely forgotten she was even holding it. Opening her palm she unfolded the paper she found inside. The front was familiar to her, the words what she had typed and handed to him just today. Flipping it over she found something handwritten on the back in blue ink. She started reading only to find the she couldn't with him staring at her. Bea carefully braced her hands under her chair seat and walked it around until she was facing the wall. She started to read again, The princess opened her eyes and knew innately that that man holding her would never hurt her, or at least the farmer hoped she knew. Either way, he couldn't resist kissing her for a second more. For though he had only held her in his arms for a moment, his heart already ached with wanting her. She held her beautiful face up to his, and the poor farmer gave the princess a kiss. Bea quickly reread the paragraph to make sure she wasn't imagining things, then she lifted her head, but no sooner than she had, she felt something soft and warm against her mouth, and it took her a moment to realize they were lips. Chris's lips. Bea basked in the glow of her first kiss. It was tender and undemanding, not asking for anything, only giving. Chris pulled away and stared into her eyes. "You're blushing," he told her, and Bea remembered herself and quickly looked around to see if anyone had just witnessed her little indiscretion. "Um, I've got to go," she said standing up and hurrying out of the library, practically running all the way back to her dorm. *** Bea sat alone on the couch in her dorm, mindlessly watching television. Melanie was over at Logan's house and Poppy was on a date. Bea was so angry at herself. Why was she so scared? Why couldn't she let a boy know how she felt? A boy who had just kissed her! Bea flipped off the T.V and laid down on the couch, her face buried in a pillow. No wonder she didn't have a boyfriend. Mystery solved. She never let anyone have a chance. And Chris was so wonderful, so different from what she expected. She didn't really understand it, how could someone that everyone saw as just this big partier actually have the soul of a writer? And he had been interested in her. In her. Before she knew what she was doing, she was in her closet pulling out a pair of jeans and a top. She knew where Chris would be, at the big frat party down the street. And damn it, she was going to be there too. Never mind that she had never been to a frat party before and she felt awkward and uncomfortably in large crowds, she was going to take a risk. For the first time in her life she was going to take a risk. She was going to walk right up to Chris and give him a kiss. Turnabout was fair play after all. She wasn't feeling so confident standing just inside the door at the noisy party, however. It was exactly how she thought it would be, full of beer cans and drunk people. Well, she was here and she couldn't back down now. Bea made her way through the partiers, but didn't see Chris anywhere. She stood awkwardly in the corner, and when someone pressed a drink into her hand she started sipping it just so she could have something to do. Bea never drank, and attributed her sudden dizziness to that fact. Making her way upstairs, she started searching for a bathroom. She wanted to be alone for few minutes, to get out of the overwhelming crowd. Opening a door, she saw that it was a bedroom, and she would have closed it again, but someone pushed her inside. Bea stumbled in with little protest, finding she couldn't really make one in her inebriated state. Turning around she tried to see who was now in the room with her, but it was too dark and her vision was too fuzzy. She tried to stumble away, but somehow she found herself on the bed. The giant shadow pushed her onto her back. "Who are you?" Bea asked in her slurred speech, still not yet realizing what was happening to her. There was no answer, but Bea felt her pants being unbuckled. "What are you doing?" she said tiredly lifting her heavy arms to push his hands away. *** Chris stood pensively chugging on his beer while the guys around him were laughing and joking. He just couldn't bring himself to forget little Beatrice and have a good time. He hadn't stopped thinking about her from their first meeting, and now was no different. He was wondering if it was just her shyness that had caused her to hurry off after he had kissed her, or it was because she didn't like him. Campus Rapist Ch. 02 Maybe she just thought of him as a big, annoying nuisance that she had to deal with until their assignment was over, then she would tell him to beat it. "Hey Chris," one of his closer friends walked up to him. Chris knew a lot of people and got along with most of them, but he didn't really think that he had any true friends. He never felt he could truly be himself around anyone, but that he always had to put on a show. Josh was one of his friends that he knew would accept him for whoever he was, if only he was given the chance. But still, Chris found that he couldn't open up to him. He didn't really feel comfortable around anyone, accept Bea that is. "What's up Josh?" Chris asked slapping him companionably on the back. "You know that girl you've been working on your creative writing assignment with?" Josh asked. Josh was in Chris and Bea's class, and he hadn't been oblivious to the sparks between the two. Chris immediately perked up, "Yeah. What about her?" "Well," Josh said smiling at his friend who couldn't hide the obvious transformation his face made when Bea's name was mentioned, "I saw her here. It looked like she was looking for someone." Chris immediately shoved his half-drunken beer on a nearby table and made to go look for her, hoping she hadn't left. She had to be looking for him, didn't she? Chris couldn't picture Bea going to a party full of drunken idiots just because she wanted to. "I saw her go upstairs," Josh shouted after him, and Chris smiled at his friend's intuitiveness. Chris made his way up the stairs two at a time. "Bea," he shouted, and although the few partiers who were upstairs turned to look at him, there was no answer from the one he was seeking. Chris opened the first door he saw, and saw two dark figures together on the bed, obviously getting intimate. He closed it again, wondering where Bea could be. She was probably in the bathroom he thought, and he made his way toward the other end of the hallway, but something made him turn back. He didn't know what it was but he suddenly felt an urgent need to return to the room he was just in, like Bea needed him to be there. He walked back to the door, only this time found it locked. For some reason this made his blood run cold and he was more desperate to get into the room now than before. He bodily shouldered the door a couple times, but it refused to budge. He stepped back and forcefully kicked the door right in the center of it, making it fly open. He threw on the light and saw Bea lying sprawled on the bed, her pants pulled down to her knees, staring at him with wide eyes. He saw a dark figure on the roof outside the window, and ran to it, but the figure was already dropping to the ground below and running toward the woods. Chris felt the urge to chase the man down, but his need to go see Bea was greater. The sickening realization of what had just almost happened hit him like a ton of bricks. Bea would have been the next victim of the rapist tonight. He hastily walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her he reached out a shaking hand to gently stroke her cheek. His raw nerves made him jump when the wind blew the door shut, and he realized that he had never been so scared or relieved or angry as he was now. "Bea?" her name was a whisper on his lips. "Chris," she said smiling up at him like she was in the most normal situation in the world, but her barely intelligible speech revealed a different story. "I was looking for you." "Oh Bee," he said pulling her into his arms and pressing his face into her hair feeling a tear slide down his cheek. Her arms dangled limply over the ones that were wrapped around her, and her head rested against his shoulder. "You're okay, everything will be okay," he told her gently, pulling back to see her face. But Bea didn't seem scared at all, "I'm glad you're here Chris," she said smiling. Her complete calmness scared him more than if she had been hysterical. "I'm going to call the police," he told her laying her back on the bed and pulling her pants back up and buttoning them. "No, don't leave," she moaned out. "Shh," he pulled her back into his arms, stroking her back comfortingly. "It's okay Bea, I'll be right back," he promised, but she would have none of it. "No, stay, make love to me." And she let her droopy head stretch up to his, pressing her pliant lips to his mouth. "Bea, you were just almost attacked, let me get you home," he said, pulling his head away from her hungry mouth. "Please, Chris, please kiss me." Her weak arms were on the back of his head, coaxing him down to kiss her again. Chris just groaned, "Bea, what are you doing?" But he let his lips meet hers anyway, matching her hunger with his own. "No," Chris said pulling back after a long kiss, "You are drunk out of your mind, and I'm not going to take advantage of the situation, okay?" "I want you to, oh please take advantage," her words were slow and slurred, but Chris couldn't resist them. She was begging him to make love to her. How could any man resist? He kissed her again, before standing abruptly up away from her. "Oh no, I won't be pulled in that easily. Come on little seductress, I'm taking you home," but as soon as he approached the bed again, she grabbed the base of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were so tiny and perky she didn't really need one. And her chest was instantly bare to Chris's gaze, which was more than his will power could handle. His hands were already close to her body, intending to pick her up to take her home. But now he completely forgot his previous task, and he reached out to cup the tender orbs, which were now stretched flat due to her arms being up behind her, tangled with her shirts which had gotten stuck around her shoulders and head. Chris smiled tenderly at her puny struggles to get her shirt off, and caringly used his own hands to pull it off her, letting his hands caress her arms as he removed it. He tossed it on the floor, and she looked up at him with big, sexy eyes. "Please Chris," she asked holding her arms out to him. But it was unnecessary for her to do so, because he was already kissing her, running his hand up and down her sides. He paused to undo the jeans he had just buttoned a moment earlier and pull them off, only to be disrupted by her shoes. He quickly tugged them off as well as her socks, before pulling her jeans off the rest of the way. Then her panties went with the rest of her clothing and she was naked before him. He let his hand run up from her knee, to her thigh, then to that delicate spot in between her legs. Bee squirmed, and held out her arms for him. He leaned down to her, and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't stop," Bea gasped out breathlessly. Those sweet little words sent Chris over the edge, and he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to around his feet. He laid over her, bracing himself off of her. "I want you," she begged. Chris slowly started to press his hard cock into her tight little snatch. God she was tight! Chris was still marveling at how wonderfully tiny she was when he came to something he wasn't expecting, a hymen. "You're a virgin," he stated out of surprise. Bea didn't say anything, only tugged at his shoulders for him to continue. He continued to press into her, taking her virginity in one stroke. "Are you okay?" he asked her gently, not wanting to hurt her. "Don't stop, Chris. Please don't stop," she begged. Chris grinned. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not going to stop." He continued to bury himself in her, taking her completely. Bea was moaning under him, and he pulled out and shoved into her again. She gave a little shout and raked her nails over his shoulders. She was bucking her hips in her eagerness, and Chris could feel his pleasure rising. She came around him almost immediately. Chris felt it, but he was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to pay attention to anything else. Chris had made love to many women, but he had never cared for any of them like he cared for little Beatrice. He soon came inside her, and it wasn't until a few moments after that he realized she wasn't responding anymore. "Bea," he said gently, stroking her face. Her eyes were closed, she must have passed out. Before he could do anything else, the door was suddenly slammed open. "Get out of here," he shouted. "Sorry," someone said, but then a moment later, "Hey, is she okay?" Chris had gotten off of her and had pulled a blanket over her naked body, then pulled his jeans back up. "Fuck, she's out cold," the guy said after peering at her face "You fucking rapist pig!" he yelled loudly. "You don't know what the fuck your talking about..." Chris said, but some other guys had already come running. "Chris, man, what the hell's going on?" one of them asked. The guy who called him a rapist spoke before Chris had a chance. "I walked in on them, he was on top of her and she was passed out." "No, she was awake a few moments ago, she just passed out. The real rapist climbed out the window and ran off." They all looked at him disbelievingly, disgustedly. "Fuck, I'm calling the cops," the one said, leaving the room. "Hey," Chris said taking a step forward, but before anything else happened, one of the guys reached out and punched him. "You fucking asshole," and another punch came. Soon the cops arrived. *** Bea sat in the hospital bed, finally left alone for a few minutes. She was thinking about what had happened since she had woken up in this clinical, white room. The last thing she remembered from the previous night was looking for a bathroom. The police said that she had been drugged, and that an eyewitness had found Chris Stanwick on top of her. He was now in custody. Bea just couldn't believe that Chris would do something like that; he had always been so nice and playful with her. He was familiar, she had had a crush on him, he couldn't have raped her, he just couldn't have. But the facts were there. Bea was almost inclined to believe Chris's side of the story, which the police had told her. He had said that a man had jumped out the window and ran off when Chris entered the room. Bea was awake then and they had made love, she passed out just as it was over. No one believed him. It was just too convenient. Now as Bea sat in her hospital bed, she felt the weighted pain of disillusionment on her shoulders. She had had such a crush on Chris, and she had hoped that he might just feel something for her in return, but he was a pervert. And it didn't help any that Melanie and Poppy just had to come into her room to say the "I knew it's" that were completely untrue. Still, Bea couldn't get the nagging feeling out of her mind, that despite how it looked, Chris was telling the truth. But if only she could remember what had happened! Bea also applied her common sense to the situation, she didn't believe Chris raped her because she didn't want to believe it, simple as that. She laid her head back on her pillow and allowed herself to fall into blissful sleep. *** Bea walked mindlessly through the hall, avoiding the eyes she knew were on her. Everyone had heard about what happened, and Bea just wanted to die, although she had been given a lot of support, even from people she had never spoken to before. Melanie and Poppy had been great, especially Melanie. She had been in her shoes and understood that Bea just wanted to move on and not have to think about it twenty four seven. She knew that when Bea was ready to talk she would, and not to push her. She was calm and treated her like normal. Poppy on the other hand was antsy and nervous, ready to do anything to help her friend, including marching down to the sheriff's office and personally kicking Chris's ass. Bea appreciated them, but couldn't help but remain distant. The thing was, she didn't feel as though she'd been raped, and it felt like if she accepted their sympathy, she was betraying them in someway, especially since with every passing day she grew more and more skeptical that she actually had been raped. Not to mention the fact that she still had feelings for Chris, and was having erotic dreams about him. Melanie sat down in the corner of her math class, reaching into her bag she pulled out her textbook, only to have a little folded piece of paper flutter out of it. Opening it she realized that it was their story. She read his words; The princess opened her eyes and knew innately that that man holding her would never hurt her. Melanie stopped reading. She quickly stuffed the story into her pocket and her book back into her bag. Running right out of the classroom, she didn't stop until she had reached her car. She suddenly knew that Chris was telling the truth, like Melanie before her, she knew that the man she loved wasn't capable of doing something so horrendous. She loved him. She felt so much better now that she finally had admitted it to herself. She only hoped it wasn't too late. She drove like mad to the sheriff's station where she knew Chris was being held. She was out of the car practically before it stopped. "Officer Blacke," she said to the first man she recognized. "You have to let Chris go, I know he didn't rape me," but no sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she saw Chris standing in the door, apparently surprised to see her. He was getting his stuff back from the officer, obviously having just been released. "Chris," she breathed out his name, then could no longer keep herself from running into his arms. "Forgive me, please. I'm so sorry-sorry," she sobbed into his shoulder, relieved when his arms went around her. "Shhh," he whispered in her ear, just holding her until she quieted. Bea finally pulled away from him in embarrassment, becoming aware of the police officers staring at her. "So you saw it then?" he asked her gravely, quietly. "Saw what?" Bea was confused. "Why were they letting you go?" "Mmhmm," Officer Blacke stepped forward and cleared his throat, "There's something you might want to see." He led them over to the computer, and Chris's hand was supportively on her back. "This was just posted today," he said clicking play. She couldn't help but notice that all the other officers had discreetly disappeared to give her some space. The first minute was just a dark screen with muffled sounds. Bea gasped when she heard her own muffled voice, quickly looking at Chris who grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. Suddenly the room was flooded with light and Bea could see the back of a man leaning over someone, someone she knew was her. The sight of mysterious figure leaning over her, actually seeing herself there, sent a chill down her spine. The fact that the picture was choppy and grainy only made it the more scarier, like a horror movie. The room was suddenly filled with darkness again, and a few seconds later there was a sharp banging and then the room was once again flooded with light. She saw Chris rush into the room and go off camera then come back and sit over her. She watched as he tenderly held her. He had saved her, he had saved her and she hadn't even trusted him enough to believe him. How could he ever forgive her? She suddenly felt like she didn't deserve to have his comforting hand holding hers, and she pulled it away, refusing to meet his enquiring gaze. Bea blushed to the roots of her hair when she heard herself begging Chris to make love to her, and she blanched when she saw herself pull up her shirt. Her bare breasts were revealed on screen. Officer Blacke discreetly looked away, although she knew he must have already seen it. It was posted on the school blog, everyone was seeing it. Bea was relieved when Chris's body came and blocked hers from the camera. She didn't want to watch anymore, she wanted to run home and hide in her room, but she forced herself to watch to the very end, right after Chris was punched. She avoided his eyes at the end. How could he stand to even look at her? "Apparently the computer was left on video chat, and whoever was on the other end got this video. We have our computer guys working on figuring out where this video was posted from, as well as getting if off the internet." Bea mumbled a thank you and bee-lined for the door. She was opening her car door when Chris stopped her. "Bea, I'm sorry about the video," he told her, closing her door so she couldn't get in. "It's not your fault—I want to thank you for saving me." "Bea," he said gently, but she was already trying to open her door again. Chris kept his hand firmly against it, preventing her from wrenching it open. "So that's it. You rush in there demanding my release, then run into my arms, and now all I get is a thank you? What happened Bea? Talk to me." Bea looked up at him and opened her mouth, but no words would come out. "How did you know I didn't rape you if you didn't see the video?" And when she didn't answer he grabbed her shoulders desperately, "Well Bee? Tell me, how did you know?!" "I knew because-" "Because what?" His fingers were digging into her shoulders, his eyes intent on hers. "Because-" Come on Bea, she told herself, don't be a chicken now. "Because I love you." There she said it. Chris let out a happy, disbelieving sigh through his wide grin. He pressed kisses all over her face. "I love you, too," he told her between kisses. "You do?" Tears started spilling from her eyes and he kissed them away. "Of course I do. I've loved you ever since that day in the library. You didn't know it, but I did give you my heart on a silver platter that day." "You did?" she said gazing at him with big eyes. "Yes, and in the weeks I've known you, you've preceded to eat it up," he grinned at her, making light of the pain he suffered the last few days, knowing that she thought him a rapist. Bea shook her head, "I'll regurgitate it and keep it forever." "What a hopeless romantic you are," he teased her before pulling her into his arms for another kiss. *** "Can you come up in about five minutes?" Bea asked as she parked her car in front of her dorm, "I want to talk to Poppy and Melanie alone first, okay?" "Okay," Chris leaned over and kissed her. Bea popped out of the car and ran up to her dorm room. Poppy and Melanie were standing somberly at the door when she walked in. "Have you seen it?" Poppy asked white faced. "Yeah," Bea said with acceptance in her voice. She wasn't as embarrassed or scared as she had been when she first watched the video. Now that she knew Chris loved her she felt like she could face anything. "Are you okay?" Melanie asked. "I'm fine, really," she laughed at her friends' worried faces, which made them exchange a doubtful look. "A lot has happened, and I promise to tell you all about it later," she grabbed her friends' hands, "But the gist of it is I'm in love." "With Chris Stanwick?" Melanie asked incredulously. Bea just nodded. "Have I missed something here, or didn't you just this morning think that he had raped you?" Poppy demanded. "That's what I thought with my head, but deep inside I didn't really believe it." Melanie just let out a happy laugh, "This is wonderful news," she almost hopped with her excitement. "Logan, you can come out here," she yelled, "She's fine." To Bea she said, "Logan was over, but we didn't think you would want to see him under the circumstances." Bea smiled at her friends' thoughtfulness, "I was really freaked out in the beginning, but for some reason, now it just doesn't seem that important." Campus Rapist Ch. 02 Logan walked out of Melanie's bedroom, "How are you?" he asked Bea. "I'm perfect." "She's in love," Poppy chimed in for her. "With Chris Stanwick?" he echoed his girlfriend's previous question. "Yep." Logan shook his head, "Maybe he and I should start a club," he joked. "Where is he anyway?" Poppy asked. Just then there was a knock on the door. Bea walked over and opened it, letting Chris walk into the room. She grabbed his hand and tugged him farther in, "Chris," she said, "These are my friends Poppy, Melanie, and Logan." He shook each one of their hands. After the introductions they all stood awkwardly silent. Logan wasn't openly hostile, but Bea could tell he was still a little bitter about the crush Melanie used to have on the man. Melanie was too busy ignoring Chris and fondling over Logan to be her usually friendly self, and there was no help from Poppy who was always the one to hold a grudge, even if undeservedly. After all the uncomfortable silence he could take, he leaned down to Bea and whispered, "Let's go to my place." Bea nodded at him, "We're going over to Chris's," she told her friends, "I'll see you guys tomorrow." She hustled Chris out the door, "They were just surprised," she told him once they were outside, "I'm sure they're going to love you." "They'll love me because you love me" he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Getting cocky there aren't you?" she pulled away and walked backwards in front of him. "Well you do love me, don't you?" he said grabbing for her, but she playfully evaded him. "Where are we going? Do you live off campus?" she asked suddenly realizing that they weren't walking back to her car. "Don't evade the question." "What question?" she asked innocently. "Beatrice," he warned. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she said throwing herself into his arms, "Do you love me?" "I live in Omega Pi Delta," he said, making her giggle. "You live in a fraternity?" she asked, surprised. "I guess there's a lot we need to learn about each other," he said releasing her from his embrace. He grabbed her hand and started to lead the way. "Tell me something I don't know about you," she asked. "Well, I have a pet snake named Dr. Scales, even though we're not supposed to have any pets in the house." "What kind of snake is he?" "He's a Corn Snake, I've had him since I was a kid. Now Miss Beatrice, tell me something I don't know about you." "I was bit by a snake once." "You were? Are you terribly afraid of them now?" "No. It was just a little garter snake, but I was only seven and scared to death. I made my neighbor suck out the poison." Chris threw back his head and laughed. "I wish I could have known you when you were younger," he said when he had quieted. "I still have the scar, do you want to see?" "Hell yeah." "It's on my ankle," she told him, pulling up her pant leg. Chris knelt down and put her foot on his knee. He pulled her sock aside and peered closely at her white skin, seeing faint little marks there. "Oh, it's hideous," he teased. Bea laughed and pulled her leg away, her pant falling back in place. "Do you have any scars?" she asked when he stood up and they continued walking. "Yeah," he told her. They had suddenly reached his frat house, "I'll show you inside." "Come on, let's go in around back," he suddenly said grabbing her hand and pulling her around to the back of the house. She realized why when she saw that they were avoiding the main room and could make it upstairs unnoticed. She was grateful that she wouldn't have to deal with his frat brothers tonight. "Here's my room," he said leading her down the hall and into a rather nice and surprisingly clean room. "Hello Dr. Scales," she said walking over to the aquarium he kept his snake in. "Do you want to hold him?" he asked coming to stand next to her once he had closed and locked the door. "Okay," she said enthusiastically. "You're far braver than I. If I had been through such a traumatizing experience when I was young, I would stay clear of snakes for the rest of my life." He reached in and picked up the little snake, handing it to her. He docilely climbed up her arm. "I think he likes you," Chris said, happy that she wasn't scared of his pet. Bea gently laid him back in his cage and Chris put the top back on. "I'm glad he approves." Then they just stood there nervously looking at each other. "You still have to show me your scar," Bea reminded him. "Okay, but I'm warning you it's not as cute as yours," he said kicking off his shoes. "Few things are," she told him with mock arrogance. He pulled of his pants and sat on the bed. Bea followed him there and sat down in front of his legs. She saw the mass of jagged scars that covered his right thigh. "What happened," she asked horrified. "I fell out of a tree house when I was twelve. It wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that I landed right on some broken glass." Bea felt her spine quiver at the thought of it. Looking down at the scars she could picture the jagged glass protruding from his leg, and the terrible pain he must have felt. "Are you crying?" Chris asked putting his finger under Bea's chin and lifting her face to his. "No," she said despite the obvious wetness in her eyes. "Don't cry about it, I was just a stupid kid. I'm just glad it was my thigh and not somewhere more valuable." Bea laid her head on top of his thigh, "I wish I could have known you when you were a kid." He pulled her body between his legs, and kissed her tenderly, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Bea could feel his hardness against her stomach and, and she maneuvered so his erection was pressed between her legs, her jeans and his boxers separating them from penetration. Chris's kiss grew fierce and then he suddenly pushed her away, breathing heavily. "We're going to have to slow down if I'm going to last." Bea felt pride that she could arouse him so and stood back to give him a moment to compose himself. It wasn't long before he was on his feet in front of her, pulling her shirt up and over her head. "Mmm," he gazed hungrily at her breasts, lifting a hand to cup one in his palm. Bea blushed under his hungry gaze, and hoped he wouldn't look up and see it, but of course he did. "You are so adorable," he told her, pulling her against his chest. Then quickly changed his mind, pulling off his own shirt before once again bringing her against his body. He luxuriated in the feel of her naked breasts against him, her hard little nipples pressing into him. He bent his head and started kissing her neck and shoulder He maneuvered his hands in between their bodies to undo her pants and push them, along with her underwear, down off of her. Bea kicked them off of her feet, but was unprepared for when Chris stepped back to look at her. She blushed furiously and fought the urge to cover her private area. She wasn't so embarrassed when she was naked and they were kissing, but having his unhindered stare on her nude body was another thing. Well she wasn't just going to stand there and be his statue, she walked over to him and pushed down his boxers, at the same time resuming their kiss. He lifted her up and placed her gently on the bed, following her down. "I want you so bad," he told her, pushing apart her thighs and placing his cock at her entrance. "Good," she told him, spreading her thighs even wider for him. Chris slowly pushed into her, and Bea wrapped her legs around him. When he was fully inside her, all thoughts of going slow left his mind and he started pounding into her. "Oh, Bee," he said, slamming into her unbearably hard, but Bea felt her growing pleasure. He suddenly came without warning, and Bea felt the loss of the steady rhythm that would have brought her to a climax. "Oh, shit," he said rolling off her. "What a thing to say after you just made love to a girl." "Bee, I'm so sorry," he said rolling back over her, bracing his weight above her on his elbow. "It's okay," she said, smiling at his contrite expression. He kissed her, "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you," he said, rubbing her wet pussy with his hand. He gently stimulated her clitoris, but when he moved to shove his finger inside of her, she gasped in pain. "Oh Bea," he said repentantly, pulling his finger out of her, "I can't seem to do anything right. Of course you're sore, this is only your second time." "It's okay, Chris, really," she said reassuringly. "It's not okay, I want to see you cum," he told her, sliding down on the bed and spreading her thighs. He gently opened her outer pussy lips with his hand, staring down at her beautiful sex. "Chris, I wish you wouldn't stare at me so, it's making me nervous." Chris immediately pressed his mouth to her pussy, keeping his eyes on her face. He saw her quiver with pleasure when his lips touched her pussy, and he lifted her buttocks slightly off the bed to rest in his hands so he could more easily keep his eyes on her face. He gently licked her soft, tender skin. Lapping her like a mother animal would do to the wound of a child. Bea started squirming with her pleasure, and Chris zeroed in on her clitoris, licking it and gently biting it. Bea came and Chris watched her face the whole time. He watched her eyes close with passion and her lips part, little moans escaping between them. He continued to gently lick her out of the throws of her orgasm. "How beautiful you are when you cum," he told her when he rose back up to lie beside her. Bea shyly buried her face in his shoulder, cuddling up beside him. "Are you sore?" he asked her. "A little, it kind of burns." Chris grabbed a pillow and pressed it firmly but gently between her thighs, "Does that help?" he asked. "Yes, thank you," she said wrapping her arm around his stomach. Chris gently stroked her back, starting to nod off. "It's been a good day," Bea said suddenly. "The best." Bea snuggled in closer to him, "I love you," she said sleepily. "I love you, too."