Ch3. Favorite Spot

Allyson and Ben were grinding hard core on the dance floor. Allyson turned her head to the left, exposing the right side of her neck. Ben moved his head to be next to hers. Allyson felt his hands moving down her sides, his breath hot on her neck. She turned her face towards him, and found his inches away from hers. And then their faces got closer…and closer… Suddenly Ben turned his head away.

He grabbed her hand. "I've got to show you something." He smiled.

Allyson uncertainly let him lead her off the dance floor and over to the stairs.

He started up the stairs and then turned around. "Come on! I'm going to give you a tour." He grabbed her hand and started pulling her up the stairs.

"Are your parents rich?" Allyson asked, staring at all the costly decorations surrounding the room.

"Step-parents actually. Or rather, Step-dad. But yeah he's pretty rich."

"When did your parents…split?"

Ben glanced back at her. "When I was about 7. Really, I live at my Dad's house most of the time, but a party better suits this house." He led her down a hallway to the left of the stairs.

"Obviously, back there is the main entrance, dining room and living room. The kitchen is attached to the dining room. And you already saw the basement." Ben continued walking down the hall. "Bathroom, my room—don't go in there, it looks like crap—parents room, guest room…" He let Allyson peak in all the rooms. "…But what I really want to show you is the Loft." He gestured to a side door and opened it up. Inside was a ladder going straight up. "Just follow me." He started climbing and Allyson started after him.

Allyson reached the top of the ladder, and had Ben help her out.

He reached over and pulled a string, and the light came on.

Allyson looked around. It was a small attic-like room, and it had an old wooden bed and rocking chair in it.

"You're looking at almost a century and a half of history right now."

Allyson stared at him.

"When my step-dad first bought this house, my mom made me start cleaning it, and she had me start with cleaning the shelves of the closet you just climbed up. The shelves were actually quite a bit shorter widthwise than the closet, so I figured I could use them as a ladder to get to the top shelves to clean them. And I found this."

Allyson thought for a second. "The underground railroad."

"That's right." Ben smiled. "I thought you were a history buff."

"How did you know?"

"From one history buff to another, it's kind of easy to tell."

Allyson smiled.

Ben walked over to the ladder. "However the next room I'm about to show you, is even more special to me than this room."

"More hiding places?" Allyson asked, incredulous.

Ben smiled secretively and started climbing down the ladder.

Allyson turned off the light and followed him down.

He waited for her at the bottom and then led her back down the stairs to the dance floor. They walked by the dance floor into the hallway on the left. Ben walked to a door. "This is my favorite spot in the whole house."

Intrigued, Allyson opened the door and stepped inside slightly. She pushed through a couple of hanging coats and felt the wooden wall in the back. She turned back to Ben. "It's just a closet," She said mystified.

Ben walked inside the closet, closing the door behind him. "I know."

It was pitch black, but Allyson could feel him really close to her. She could feel him just standing there, and then she felt a hand on the small of her back. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and then she could see him, right in front of her, getting closer and closer.

Allyson felt her pulse quicken and then suddenly his lips came down on hers. It was a short kiss as kisses go, and when Ben pulled back Allyson wanted it to go on longer. She looked up and kissed him, as gentle as the first kiss had been, but longer.

Allyson pulled back and felt his breathing and his pulse speed up and she felt her own speed up with his. God, what am I doing? I've known him for four hours! She edged back slightly, conscience getting the better of her, when their eyes locked and he leaned down and kissed her again. All thoughts of right and wrong went out of Allyson's mind as she was lost in the sensation of the kiss. His lips hungrily devoured hers, sucking and pulling them with his own.

Allyson unconsciously began backing up until her back was against the wall and Ben was grinding her into it, intent on feeling every part of her body with his.

After several minutes, Ben pulled back, leaving himself and Allyson breathless and wanting for more.

"Dang," Allyson muttered softly.

Ben grinned, hearing her. "You're not so bad yourself."

Allyson smiled slightly.

Ben leaned into her and began gently kissing her neck, slowly moving up back to her mouth.

Allyson moaned softly into his mouth, desire getting the better of her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and felt his slid into hers in return.

Allyson's hands moved up his body, feeling all the well-defined muscles, and began running her hands through his hair.

Ben's hands slid up her back, one rested on her neck, the other began weaving into her hair.

"Ben!" A voice called out, but we ignored it, too involved in each other.

"Ben! I know you're in there." The voice continued.

Ben sighed, pulling back reluctantly, just as the door to the closet swung open, letting in the blinding glare of hallway light.

Chris stood in the doorway. "Ben, man, I had to send all your guests home for you! I gotta go, cause its nearly 12…and you know those stupid curfew laws." He noticed how disgruntled Ben and Allyson both were and he smiled slightly. "What have you two been doing?"

Ben opened his mouth to answer, when Chris cut him off. "Never mind. It's none of my business anyways." He gave Allyson a wink. "See you around, Ben." He walked up the stairs, shortly they heard the front door open, and then slam shut.

Allyson sighed reluctantly. "It's late, and I really should go home."

Ben grimaced. "You could stay the night…" he suggested untactfully.

Allyson laughed. "Not unless it involves a game of tag. But really, I ought to go…" She walked out of the closet and into the now-empty dance room and picked up her purse.

Ben walked with her to the front door.

Allyson turned. "I had a really nice time." She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "See you around." Then she turned and walked out the door and across the street to her house.

As she walked across the street, Allyson mentally kicked herself. What the hell am I doing? I've been here less than a day and already…She put the key into the lock and twisted with more force than necessary. She walked inside and slammed the door behind her.

She sighed and walked up to her room, cleared a space for her mattress and lay down. "Maybe I shouldn't see him again," she mused aloud. "Two people with that much chemistry after only four hours…" She shook her head softly. With luck, because he lives mostly at his Dad's house, I might never have to see him again. She sighed. I wonder if he'll be in any of my classes? She thought hopefully, and then she slapped herself. Snap out of it, Allyson. You always rush into things and then they never work out. Slow down. She smiled wryly. It's sad when you have to work so hard convince yourself to do something.