by Brent, Amy
“Yes!”
Fuck, yes. I would clean up, and hopefully, we’d be doing it, real soon.
Lindsey
I’d resisted against forcing myself on Ben, but I wanted him so badly. Six years I’d been in a barren wasteland with only masturbation to keep me company at night. It was good, but it severely lacked the touch of Ben’s body next to, underneath, or on top of mine. Porn never did it because I always ended up with Ben in my mind, which wasn’t a bad thing. He hit the spot every single time, and I wanted my spot hit right now.
Fuck it, here goes.
Ben walked across from the kitchen counter to put our wine glasses away. We’d kissed on the couch more-than-passionately. I stepped into his path and pushed my hands flat against his chest. His heart skipped a beat when I pushed him against the dining table. He grabbed at the edge of the table and the flowery tablecloth crumpled in his grasp.
“What’s going—?”
I pushed my finger to his lips and cut him off, mid-sentence. He spread his feet, and I forced myself against his thighs. I knew he’d think I was being forward, but from the glint in his eyes, he didn’t give a rat’s ass. He wanted me like I wanted him. We’d been apart too damned long, and it should never have happened.
I pushed my plump lips against him. He accepted my kiss, and I felt his arm wrap around my waist. Our lips locked, and I raised my hand to Ben’s unshaven cheeks and pulled him harder against me. I sucked in and felt his breath as it entered my body.
I want more than your breath inside me.
I stepped back, and my hair fell over my face while I peered at Ben through tangled strands of hair. “What about Jacob?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder toward his room.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s fast asleep, and nothing will wake him.”
My body pushed against Ben when we locked our lips together again. Our tongues danced and twirled, now tasting each other’s acceptance. I pushed my chest forward, and my breasts forced against Ben’s muscled torso. I wanted him alright, and I could feel I was already ready for him to take me any way he wanted.
Ben pushed on my shoulders and reached for my hand. He said Jacob slept like a log, but in the living room wasn’t the ideal place. His fingers wrapped around mine, and he led me to the wooden staircase. He strode up slowly as I followed like a lamb.
I’d never paid much attention to the pictures on the wall, at least, not until now. All were of Ben and Jacob, and not one included his ex-wife. There were memoirs of Jacob’s first years growing up and of him as a Navy SEAL.
Ben pushed open the oak door to his bedroom. We stepped inside, and an orange glow cast itself across the bed from the small bedside light that shone over another four-by-four photograph of Jacob. Apart from that, there was only a watch, the seconds ticked by without making a sound. I noticed the time when I sat on the edge of the bed.
Almost midnight, where has the time gone?
Ben stood in front of me and slipped my top off my shoulders. I raised my head and smiled, reaching for the buckle of his belt. It fell from his waist, and I reached for the zipper. I gasped. The outline of his shaft pushed against his pants, and it was a clear sign he was becoming as excited as I was. I ran the palm of my hand over the warm bulge. It was so sexy as his cock twitched in response.
I pulled his jeans down from his hips as my eyes flashed to the ribbed muscles of his stomach. His body tensed as he raised his arms, pulling his t-shirt from his body.
Every time I see you naked I marvel at what God gave me.
I thought of it like Ben was mine, and deep down somewhere I knew he was and always would be. I’d be his in a matter of minutes when I slipped from my pants and my underwear.
Ben helped me to stand, and I popped the metal button on my own tight jeans. I shimmied them over my curves and dropped them to the floor. I stood in a virgin-white bra with matching panties.
Like magic, Ben pulled the straps from my shoulders, and I reached for the front clasp. It wasn’t that I was expecting action by going for a front fastener, but I loved the little flowers which decorated the seams. It was so cutesy and pure.
My panties fell down my silky-smooth legs and crumpled onto the floor. I lifted my feet, and at the same moment, I felt Ben’s hands cup my jiggling breasts. My head flicked back, and my hair lashed against my bare back. I seated myself again and slipped my fingers in the waist of Ben’s shorts. His arousal pushed against the fabric as I pulled his hips free and let his shorts fall where he stood.
I felt his pulse in his half arousal. My fingers now wrapped harder around his shaft as I stroked him gently. His manhood bulged as my hand pulled back and I slipped the head of his cock between my wet lips. With my free hand, I caressed his balls and pushed the full length of his hardened cock to the back of my throat. Hair fell over my face, and he brushed it to the side with his fingers, so he could watch my stretched lips sucking hard around his shaft. He sucked in sharp breaths of satisfaction, and then he groaned from my pleasuring. I wanted to feel him inside me, and I felt I was wet and ready for him to heave his body hard against mine.
I pulled my head back and shimmied onto the bed and raised my feet. I felt the cold crisp sheet against my back before Ben pushed his body between my legs. I reached and grabbed a pillow to rest my head on, all while Ben inched his way closer to my body. He urged the head of his hard cock between the lips of my wet pussy.
God, Ben, that feels so good.
Ben thrust and filled me, and I exhaled with breathlessness. I pushed my hand over my mouth in case I woke Jacob. I giggled and wriggled my hips to accommodate the full length of Ben’s rock-hard cock. His hands grabbed my knees and his stomach tensed while he thrust back and forth. My mind flashed a thought; it would take some severe sex sessions to make up for six years.
My pussy throbbed and clenched at his driving cock, while rapturous waves of ecstasy flooded through my lower body. I felt I couldn’t hold it, and I knew he’d make me come in no time. He thrust harder and faster and spread my legs wider.
I sighed and groaned and then slackened the grip that my fingers had on the bedsheet. I cupped my swollen breasts and teased my pink nubs to a tantalizing hardness. My nipples tingled when I pushed my breasts closer together. Ben reached forward and squeezed hard on my breast. Shards of plain fluttered through me, and I wanted to scream. I sighed while Ben’s powerful fullness entered me and my pussy sheathed his entirety. My hips gyrated in slow circling movements while Ben’s shaft pummeled into me, perfectly, desperately.
His body ground against mine and I felt the first glimmering spasm of my first orgasm. “Ben.” I raised my head and watched his hips driving and slapping against my body. I ached all over and gave into his frenzied thrusting. “I’m coming!”
But my words couldn’t describe the molten sensation of my explicit release. My teeth were clamped firmly on my bottom lip as I muffled and rocked my head from side to side. I reached my pinnacle when rhythmic convulsions swept over my belly. Yes, I was there—it was my moment, and I was riding on a wave of passion.
I bucked and writhed when Ben drove his throbbing shaft harder inside me. Deep shuddering breaths escaped me, and I closed my eyes. Ben slowed his rhythmic thrusting and pulled his body from between my quivering legs. My arm fell against my damp brow while I sucked in recovering breaths. I knew it wasn’t over and that more was going to follow once I’d calmed down.
“Doggy, or you on top?” Ben whispered.
I smiled and rolled my head, and he pulled himself onto the bed. He’d answered the question as he lay there, very contently. I swung my legs around and knelt at his side. I took hold of his shaft and slipped it into my mouth. The taste lingered from my first climax, and I pulled my head up and smiled.
“Mmm, on top.”
I threw my leg over Ben and sat on his steely-muscled thighs. My hand wrapped hard around his cock as I edged my way up his body, now lifting my hips. I pushed the head of his shaft against the moist lips of my pussy
for the second time. I sank onto his hardened cock. In perfectness, my body embraced the throbbing caress of his manhood, and I writhed around skewered in ecstasy on his massive cock. With raised hips, I plunged myself down and felt the soft skin of my ass crash into his powerful loins. My head tilted, and damp tassels of hair fell over Ben’s broad chest.
I pushed against his shoulders as I bucked and writhed with sexual satisfaction. His cock began starting to thrust up into me. I felt him move against me while he delved deep with each upward thrust.
Ben groaned with pleasure as I sat upright and arched my back. With small subtle pushes, I rubbed my pussy against his cock. My honey-soft breasts melted under Ben’s grasp as he squeezed.
I exhaled and emptied my lungs of every ounce of breath. I was seized by rushes of sensations that were so intense I thought I’d black out. A dark veil of glorious passion filled my dizzied body. I quivered and shook as I felt Ben’s hips shaking.
He looked up at me and grinned. Now, his perspiration glittered on his brow. “Come with me,” he said, giving me that look in his eye.
I pushed harder against my clit, using my finger to feel more pleasure, and I shuddered when my tempo matched Ben’s. We were in perfect unison. His fingers dug into my hips when he lifted and guided me up and down his huge manhood. I was on my way to spewing forth a fountain of butterflies which would be ready to come again as my belly quivered and contracted, waiting to be satisfied.
Each breath pushed me closer as Ben thrust sharply. His hips locked, and his face contorted, all as the explosion of bliss covered his face as his hot seed spilled over inside me. His magnificent body shuddered as love’s sweet lava flowed from his powerful loins.
My body slumped, and my head rested against his chest. I kissed him tenderly and rolled to his side. I calmed my beating heart and nuzzled myself tightly against Ben. My finger ran circles around his nipple.
After a time, I mumbled that I should go, at least for Jacob’s sake, and Ben agreed. Jacob asked enough questions as it was, and ones involving me would only confuse him more. Ben watched me as I dressed.
I bent forward and kissed his brow. I turned as I reached the bedroom door. “I’ll let myself out. Wow—that’s all I can say.”
He smiled. “Wow, yourself.”
Ben
I stood kicking my foot against the curb while I waited for Paul. Eight he said he’d pick me up, but it was eight-twenty-five when I glanced at my watch. It would be my luck that if I walked back into the house, he’d honk his horn. Better stand and wait, I supposed. At least it wasn’t cold or raining.
I heard a screech of tires from a block or two away and guessed it would be him. The headlights came around the corner on the wrong side of the road. The old Camaro rolled to a stop a few feet before me. I sauntered over, and Paul stepped on the gas like a douche and ended up a few feet in the other direction. I wasn’t playing his childish game, so I stood rooted, right where I was. I waited while the Camaro’s engine idled, and then the reverse lights popped on and Paul inched the car back to me.
“Spoilsport,” he yelled from the open window.
I pulled the pitted chrome door handle. I opened the door and slid onto the black, cracked, leather seat. It had seen plenty of better times, that was for sure, but for some reason, Paul adored his old car.
“Why don’t you dump this rust bucket?” I quipped.
“Are you kidding me? This would be worth a small fortune if it were in good condition.”
I laughed because it would cost a small fortune to get it into average condition. Never mind a condition that any buyer would be interested in paying, probably at a loss to Paul’s pocket.
Paul made a point of saying the red paintwork and black stripes were pure class and were half the reason it was so sought after. I couldn’t see it, but each to his own, I guessed. I was content with the Jeep.
“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked.
Paul turned his head and grinned. He slammed the gear shifter into first, or what sounded like first after a slight crunch. “Wait and see, it’s a surprise!”
I stared at Paul while we headed off down the street. I wasn’t sure if he was on the same planet. This was Estes Park we were talking about, and it wasn’t big enough to hold any real surprises.
Paul crossed the green light with gusto. It sounded reckless, but at this time of night on a Friday, it was only us on the road. That was one thing about Estes; you could never blame traffic for being late to work.
Paul headed up the thirty-four on the road to the cemetery. If he went too far past that, we would be headed out of town. He finally hooked a right and pulled into a parking lot which was crammed. I shrugged my shoulders because I had no idea where he’d brought me.
“It’s time you had a bit of culture in your life,” he said, now stepping from the driver’s seat.
“Where are we, anyway?” I asked. I looked around and couldn’t see any sign of a bar. I cleared the SUVs and saw a door across the lot. A girl stood outside and was dressed in a green vest and a black t-shirt. “An Irish bar in town?”
“You got it, and it’s not your normal sports bar where you end up watching the game on TV. This is the real deal, and they serve that black stuff the Irish love to drink.”
I walked up to the door and was greeted by the girl who had great teeth. I was more fixated on the carved wooden bear which said Come in and be seated. The door opened, and I stepped inside, and from the look of the place, I got the impression it wasn’t one-hundred percent Irish. There were some obvious traits and loads of whiskey bottles behind the bar, but a saloon type of joint being Irish, hmm?
I leaned on the bar and scoured the tables which were already packed with drinkers. It seemed half had opted to test out the Guinness, and some old timers recognized me. They should, I used to steal the fruit from their gardens. They stuck to whiskey, albeit the Irish type. Paul ordered two of the best, and I looked around. The old oak bar could’ve come from anywhere, but the wall, well they’d made an effort there. Large faded and pitted mirrors sat well-secured to the half-bricked wall, and it looked like an Irish corner, more than an Irish bar.
I lifted my foot onto the rung and hoisted myself up onto the bar stool. The bartender swung around and pushed two glasses across the bar. I’d had enough of taking in the sights and let the sound of the Irish music fill my ears. Paul did the same and swung around to face me.
“How’s life treating you?” he asked.
Strange fucking question.
“Come on, out with it. What do you want to know?”
“I’d ask for juicy details, but this town isn’t big enough for details,” he replied. “How are things going with Lindsey?”
I knew he’d get around to Lindsey at some point in the evening. It might as well be at the start. I never drank much, and neither did Paul, so this was going to be an interesting night.
“You’d better get another couple of drinks first.”
Paul raised his hand, and the bartender nodded in his direction. He never even asked what we wanted, and he tilted the bottle and filled the glasses. It was damn fine whiskey, whatever it was called.
“You know as much as I do, really. We’re sort of back together, but we aren’t, and when I say aren’t—I mean nowhere near.”
“Well Ben, you’ve got me beat what you’re doing with her. She waltzes back into your life and sweeps you off your feet.”
He was right, and it should really be the other way around. I was supposed to be doing the sweeping, but Lindsey had always been my weakness. She was like a drug to me. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I’m not so freaking sure myself. It was never supposed to happen, and I actually think it’s your fault if I remember rightly?”
Paul peered at me with a furrowed brow which showed over the top of his glass. He pulled it away and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
“My fault, what the hell.”
“I know someone who’s wor
king as a therapist, you said. Wouldn’t it be a good idea, you said.”
“Okay, okay, okay so maybe I did start the ball rolling. But how was I to know who it was?”
“Granted, but if you wouldn’t have forced the issue, maybe, just maybe, things would be plodding along like normal.”
Paul shook his head and explained I would have bumped into Lindsey at some point. The town wasn’t big enough to hide from anyone, and I could’ve said no to all of it rather than going along for the ride. He was right, but it had been six years since I’d had my fix. Something was niggling at the back of my mind. It was withdrawal symptoms from not seeing her for so long.
“What did she say when you mentioned the big break up? What was her reasoning?”
I gulped down the whiskey and ordered a double. It was going to be one of those drawn-out conversations, and if I didn’t find any answers, the least I wanted to do was go numb. I picked up the glass and swirled the ice cube around a couple of times. I started to tilt the glass and was poised, ready to take a sip when I mumbled.
“We haven’t spoken about all those years ago, not really,” I said sheepishly, pushing the glass to my mouth as fast as I could.
Paul lit into me and went on a rant about why I hadn’t spoken to her about what had happened. We weren’t two young lovers anymore, even if it was how she made me feel again. We were adults and should have a little more going for us than just hitting the sack and nailing each other every chance we got.
“It’s not like that at all,” I commented.
“Please don’t tell me you haven’t even spoken to her about what’s going on now, either?”
I grinned and picked up a finger full of nuts and tossed them into my mouth. “No,” I replied, through chewing the nuts. “We haven’t mentioned anything about feelings.”