Ray's Story - Life Is A Highway

CHAPTER 10

Warning: Language, some sexual content. I’m getting bored with no Benjelle news! But YAYYYYY for the tour in 3 days! PS sorry if you love dmitry. I really have nothing against him, but as I said, I’m getting bored. Hehe and thanks for the great comments! I love you all!



The performance flew by—for Benji and Donyelle it seemed like it was over in a few seconds. They were completely feeling a connection during the whole dance, and this time, they could perform it with shameless sexual overtones. When Benji was supposed to lean his head into Donyelle’s neck for a second, he lingered there a bit longer and kissed her, letting his tongue feel her neck. The crowd went crazy. When the choreography called for Donyelle to face away from Benji and lean into him, she got closer than ever, leaving no air between them, and swiveled her hips farther into him. After their bows, they ran offstage, both sweaty, laughing, and pleasantly surprised at how physically bold the other had been.

“You were great, Donny!” Benji exclaimed, wrapping her in a huge bear hug and twirling her around.
“I couldn’t have done it without you! Wow, that was amazing!” she replied, a little out of breath. Without thinking about it, she reached up and gently pulled his head toward her. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As she was pulling away, he reacted and pulled her back into the kiss, making it last a few more seconds. Then they both let their lips separate from the other’s and smiled coyly at the other. Donyelle subconsciously licked her lips, trying to get every last taste of Benji. This was the biggest high they could get, having a stellar performance followed by a heart-stopping kiss.

Benji felt a tap on his shoulder. “Excuse me, Benji, but you seem to have forgotten my warning about displays of affection”, said Nigel sternly.
“Oh, fuck.” thought Donyelle, “here goes”.
“As I mentioned earlier, to undo the public’s fascination with ‘Benjelle’, you must each now kiss another finalist in public.” Nigel said. “Benji, I choose for you Allison. Donyelle, Dmitry.”
Benji and Donyelle looked at each other with looks of disgust and annoyance. Nigel stormed off.
On their way back to the tour bus, they discussed their punishment. They decided that,of course, it would not change their relationship, and that neither would use their tongue while kissing their partner. They were both disappointed, but understood that nothing between them would change. After a short goodnight kiss (making sure Nigel was not around), they prepared to board their separate buses.
“Night, Benji. Sweet dreams”, Donyelle whispered sweetly.
“You, too, Donny. I know my dreams will be sweet because you’re always in them”, Benji responded. Donyelle jokingly rolled her eyes at Benji’s cheesiness. He gave her a kiss on her temple. “Can’t wait to see you in the morning,” he said.
They each got on their buses.

After getting ready for bed and praying, Benji sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about the evening. He couldn’t believe how physically close he and Donyelle had gotten onstage, and he couldn’t believe how emotionally connected they had become in the last few days. He thought it had been impossible for him to love her even more than he did a few days ago, but each day she made him love her in a totally different way. He had had no idea how much he was capable of loving before this. He was disappointed that they had to be on separate buses now, but he thought maybe that was for the best. Recently he had a hard time controlling his hormones around her, and he realized he had gone a little farther physically than he had planned to, especially the night they spent together in the bathtub. Not only was he having sinful thoughts about her all the time, but he was acting on a good deal of them. This was even worse since she was technically still involved with someone. He wished she would break things off with Tahir already so she could be totally devoted to him, but he realized that he was lucky enough to get to be with her so much. Plus, he’d hate for anyone to be broken up with over the phone. He sighed, realizing that he had to take a few steps back with Donyelle. That was just what was right until she was only his. But he would be patient, and eventually they could spend the rest of their lives together.


Donyelle lay in bed on the tour bus, exhausted from the adrenaline and passion of the night. She smiled as she anticipated many more nights as special as this one. But she needed to get to sleep; tomorrow was another early morning of rehearsals. Just as she closed her eyes, she sensed someone coming in the sleeping area of the bus. She opened her eyes, but in the dark she could only see an outline of a person standing in front of her. It was too big to be Benji, Heidi, or Travis.
“Hello, my darling”, said a voice she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Drowsily, she reached over and turned on the lamp. She inhaled sharply as she saw Dmitry approaching her with a suggestive look on his face.
“Hey Dmitry, you scared me. What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling the blanket over herself, a little self-conscious of her dangerously skimpy sleepwear.
“Well, Donyelle, I heard about what Nigel said”, he replied. He sat down on her bed and put his hand on her bare shoulder, “about your punishment for kissing Benji”.
Surprised, Donyelle stammered: “Oh, yeah, that. Well, uhmm, we’ll figure that out another time. Who knows if we’ll actually have to follow through with it. Nigel’s always saying things he doesn’t mean”.
Dmitry shook his head and moved his fingers from her shoulder to her collarbone. Donyelle started to realize that this touch was going beyond friendly, and shuddered. “Dmitry? Can I help you?” she asked, her voice quivering.
“No, Donyelle. I’m here to help you. We should practice”, he said, laughing a little to himself. His hand moved slid from her collarbone and fingered the delicate lace on the top of her camisole. She started inching away from him, backing up against the wall.
“Practice, Dmitry? What are you talking about? We have no dances together on tour!” she responded, trying to keep things light.
“hah! Silly, silly girl. We need to practice…” he leaned his mouth toward hers. “…our kiss!”. She cringed as she saw the purpose in his dark eyes. At once he pressed his lips against hers and slid his hand under the top her camisole. Donyelle yanked her head away from his, hitting it on the wall. She felt a lump rising in her throat as he leaned back in to try again. She felt helpless and dirty, but she couldn’t do anything as he was holding her down. She cried out for Heidi and Travis, but he reached for a pillow and muffled her screams. He held the pillow over her face with one hand while he threw back the covers with the other hand.
She tried yelling, “Dmitry! STOP!”, but it was inaudible. She unsuccessfully flailed her arms and legs and tried to squirm away from his hand. This was the scariest moment of her life.
He picked up her uninjured foot with his free hand and brought it toward his face, examining it. “They said I made all my partners leave the show”, he said, still pondering the foot from a few inches away. “But you never left, Donyelle. I did. What is it about you? Why are you so different from the others?”
Donyelle attempted to kick Dmitry’s face, but his grasp was too strong. She couldn’t believe he had this side to him.
“Well, I intend to find out tonight. And if you tell anyone, ANYONE, about what happens tonight, you can expect worse later! This includes Benji.”, he chuckled as he thought of Benji. “Where’s your Benji tonight? He can’t save you now, can he? He’s probably reading from his Book of Mormon or chatting with his sister right now, while you are being turned on by me” he laughed again. “You can’t deny it, Donyelle. I am and always will be better looking than Benji. You want me more than you want Benji”.

This infuriated Donyelle even more. She enlisted the help of her injured foot to push his face away. This sent pain running up and down her toe, but she guessed that it would be worth it.
His face just came right back. He leaned his mouth down and closed his lips over her big toe. His hands pinned her arms down. After sucking on her toe for awhile, he opened his mouth and moved it over her ankle. His tongue moved up farther still, to right above her kneecap. She tensed up every muscle in her body and continued to scream into the pillow. He lifted her pajama shorts and his tongue continued on its northward trail.



~ Moose ~