After growing frustrated with the lack of intimacy from Mia, Ace decided that he could no longer take it slow and he had to take a different approach.
The upcoming campground party was the perfect opportunity as all the booze was sure to loosen Mia up.
Mia was constantly guilty about not doing her part as a good girlfriend. She was so grateful towards him, and loved the deep conversations they would have with one another. He treated her like an adult, and protected her like no other. She made an effort to dress up for him and wear outfits that he picked out for her.
She was happy to go to the party with him. She never used to go to parties in high school because she was afraid of the handsy guys at her school, but with the protection of her new boyfriend, she was excited to attend a party.
At first when she saw his choice of clothes for her, she was hesitant, but wanted to make him happy, so kissed him and said, "I love it."
She was in a white button-up crop top with straps. The material was slightly sheer, showing hints of the white lace bra she wore underneath. With the scoop neckline, she had to be extra careful not to show her bra. The skirt he gave her was white as well and was a flare skirt that made above her mid-thigh that barely covered the matching white lace panties she wore underneath. This was the first time he had picked out underwear for her, but she pushed the thought aside and decided it was just to avoid any bright colours underneath the white clothing.
When she walked out to show him the outfit, Ace immediately began to grin before looking her up and down. "You look so beautiful, Mia," he said as he pulled her into his arms. His hands pinched at her waist as he kissed her. He brought his hands to the back of her thighs and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against the wall.
As his hands moved up to grope her ass through the lace material, she giggled as she pushed him away. "Do you need me to take care of you?" she asked innocently as her hand down his chest to his belt buckle. She was trying to stop him with a mere hand job. At that, any guilt that he might've had about tonight vanished.
He faked a smile at her and kissed her one more time before setting her down. "We'll have plenty of time for that," he whispered in her ear before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.
The party was crowded, and Mia instinctively moved closer to Ace. His hand remained on her waist as he guided her throughout the crowd. The crowded space made it more evident how the men outnumbered the women as Mia strained to find other women. When she did, they were practically draped over one or two men in what could be described as a sexual embrace.
Everyone wanted to talk to Ace and that was made clear to her from the get go, causing pride to swell up in her. They finally made it to a couch where she sat in his lap and was pressed with her ass to his hard crotch.
"Does this remind you of the bus ride?" he whispered into her ear as he sucked on her earlobe.
She blushed and looked down to see his other hand resting on her upper thigh. "That feels like so long ago," she smiled at him.
He squeezed her thigh as he asked, "Do you want anything to drink?"
"Anything non-alcoholic," she responded as she placed a hand over his in warning. He lifted her off his lap and briefly talked to a man before walking back to her.
As he sat her back in his lap, the man came back to them with their drinks. "I got orange juice for you, and I'm having some alcohol. I hope you don't mind," he said with a kiss to her cheek.
"Of course not," she said with a giggle. She finished her drink within a couple of sips. A few minutes later, her head started to feel slightly foggy. "Do you think you can ask for another drink for me?"
"Of course," Ace said giddily, knowing the drug in her drink had started to take effect. He called over the same man and asked for another orange juice. He brought Mia's legs to his side, so she could see him. "You're so beautiful," he said as he started to kiss her. Her eyes immediately closed as she sloppily kissed him back. As his hand travelled up the side of her thighs, she didn't stop him this time.
When she was brought another drink, she gulped it down while Ace kissed down her neck. As she set her glass down, he started to kiss her again. He brought the hand cupping her face down her neck to rest on her breast before squeezing at the flesh, causing her breast to push obscenely against her top. Mia was less responsive to the kiss, but remained still as he continued his kissing and groping.
Ace pulled back with a smile as he looked at Mia who still had her eyes closed. "Ace, I think I need to lay down."
"Of course," he said as he lifted her to a stand. He brought her arm to rest on his opposite shoulder, and kept a hand on her waist to keep her balance. As they started to go to a less crowded area of the house, he brought his hand up her waist to squeeze at her breast. Seeing her lack of a response, he smiled and carried her bridal style in his arms.
He opened the door of the empty bedroom and locked it behind him before putting her on the bed.
He continue to kiss her, savouring in the softness of her lips. He kissed down her neck and began to unbutton her top. He desperately pressed his fingers into her bra-clad breasts as he kissed the swells of her breast.
"Please," she whimpered. "I think I just need to sleep."
"You're okay," he whispered back to her as he pet her hair. He kissed down her stomach and placed a kiss over her skirt before pulling it up to her waist. He grabbed her panties as he pulled them down, kissing at her thighs.
"Please," she whimpered again, writhing on the bed. "Let me go," she softly cried.
He grabbed her hair as he inserted a finger into her pussy. "Just try to enjoy yourself." He muffled her cry by covering her mouth with his own. He started to play with her clit and inserted another finger watching as her eyes shot open. He covered her mouth with his other hand before kissing her neck. "You're such a good girl," he murmured against her skin as she started to get wet from his attentions.
He began to unbuckle his pants as he stared down at his prize in front of him. Her top was open showing off the white lace bra that barely covered her lovely breasts, hinting at the dark pink nipples that laid underneath. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and she was no longer wearing panties, making the picture more enticing.
He soon replaced his fingers with his erection as he pushed into her slowly. She began to cry into his hand as he pushed in more until he had filled her to the hilt. He licked at her tears before kissing her lips again. He pushed in and out more frantically as she struggled, desperate to reach his climax.
He watched as his hands grasped at her hips to pull her into him, not caring about the sound of her soft cries. He became more frantic as he reached his climax. As he filled her with cum, he collapsed on top of her. "Thank you for cooperating, Mia," he said, kissing her shoulder and rolling onto his back.
With a hand wrapped around her waist, he fell asleep and she found herself give in to her own brain fog as she fell asleep.
The minute she woke up, she felt pain. A searing pain from her nether regions. With her top open, her skirt hiked up and the painful fact that her panties were gone, she sat up and reluctantly looked down to see the blood and cum at her entrance. She began to cry, waking up her aggressor next to her.
He woke up and placed a hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong, Mia?"
She looked at him with tears streaking her face. "What did you do to me?"
"You don't remember?" he asked, feigning surprise. "You told me that you wanted to share yourself with me completely. I can't believe you can't remember us making love."
"You raped me!" she accused.
"You came on to me, practically throwing yourself at me."
She ran a frustrated hand through her waves, not looking at him. She couldn't remember what happened, but she knew the boundaries that she had set. "I think we should break up."
"What?" he asked getting up. "Please, Mia," he said wrapping his arms around her. "Does sex mean nothing to you?"
"I'm going to live where I used to. I don't want to see you for a while."
He let her go as she rummaged around and found her panties. She slipped them on and fixed herself up before wordlessly walking out.
When she went to the other girls, she began to cry uncontrollably. She held onto Sarah, her friend's younger sister. None of the girls pestered her to share what happened that day.
The next evening, she got dressed in a red buttoned dress that reached her knees. She finally mustered up the courage to tell Sarah about what happened.
"You're telling me you think Mr. Powell raped you?"
