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.
"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.