She’d get him back for sure. First she had to take care of this problem she now had.
Exiting the bathroom with a towel wrapped around herself, Serena licked her lips and heaved a big breath to help stable herself. She took the short journey to her bedroom with one hand holding her towel steady and the other on her face, rubbing her eyes before swiping up over her wet hair. Her body was still hot and bothered, demanding her to do something about it. Closing the door behind her, she barely glanced around before unwrapping her cover and throwing it over her head. The wander to her dresser was short, and she rifled through her pajamas with a small frown on her face.
*****
“I didn’t know you have a birthmark.” At the unexpected voice Serena whirled around, jumping two feet into the air as a scream flew from her mouth. Instantly her hands dropped her banana print pajamas to cover herself, and her head whipped up to remove her hair from her eyes. On her bed Ben was lounging, his back against the wall and his legs dangling over the side.
“You fucker! You scared me! What’s with you and being so fucking quiet?” Ben didn’t seem at all unnerved by the fact that she was completely naked, and Serena practically hissed out her words. First it was Paul, and now him; she couldn’t shake either of them. He sat up with little effort to shrug, face impassive and shoulders relaxed.
“I told you, we’re trained for it. Being in the Marines isn’t all about being on a huge ass ship, you know. So, Paul said you wanted to talk about your mom. She’s not eating anymore, right.” Gulping harshly, Serena nodded as her problems were presented to her once again. These guys weren’t the only things she couldn’t shake. Carefully picking up her pajamas, she turned around to slid into her shorts and shirt with some sort of decency before rubbing her face with both palms.
“Yeah... I- I was thinking that...soon...” Serena wandered over to her bed as Ben nodded, knowing that ‘soon’ meant ‘tonight’. It was already past four in the afternoon, but she’d probably do the deed before the sun fully set. When she sat down he hugged her waist, pulling her against his side in sullenness. He experienced death as a Marine, and it was always horrible; this was worse somehow.
“It’ll be okay, Serena. You couldn’t have done any more than you did.”
“I know. I know that... But... I just wish it didn’t happen so fast, you know? And as soon as it’s over, I’ll be homeless and have no job an-” Squeezing her lightly, Ben brushed his fingers over her hip and Serena pursed her lips together to stop her word vomit. She couldn’t help it, though. This singular series of events had effectively ruined her life beyond repair.
“When that happens you can just come with us. When she’s gone you can relax knowing you did everything you could, and you can move on. Why do you need a job anyway? You’re much better suited to be a homemaker.” Turning her face up to look at Ben, Serena wanted to believe his words as much as he did. She couldn’t get back into college without a massive amount of debt, so the most she’d ever do is become some manager with a clear distaste for her job. Her house was going to get foreclosed before the summer even started, with bills too high to let her afford her own place sometime soon. None of her siblings would help her out; if they didn’t now they wouldn’t after the fact.
“I need your help; I can’t do it by myself.”
“Anything you want.” Smiling that stupid, soft, understanding smile at her, Ben didn’t say anything else before Serena reached up to wrap her hand around the back of his neck. Their kiss this time was different, suffused with passion and desperation and desire. Capturing her mouth, he took instant control over her and leaned forward, forcing her back. The fire in her was reignited, more intense now that she had him to sate her. Lips molded together, feeling and tasting before she opened her mouth of her own accord.
With her back pressed firmly against her bedspread Serena pulled her legs up to wrap them around Ben’s waist as he bore down on her. Hands on either side of her head supported him as he kicked off his shoes, climbing to his knees without breaking the seal of their mouths. Now having pajamas on seemed like an obstacle, but for the moment she ignored it. Nothing was happening but their kiss and he didn’t appear hasty as he rolled his hips against hers.
“Are you absolute sure you want to do this, Serena?” Breaking away to pose his question, Ben wasn’t sure what had happened while he was at the corner store but he couldn’t ask right now. Underneath him she nodded, her big brown eyes shining with equal parts pleasure and pain.
“Yeah. Just a little bit. I just need a little bit to make it.” Exhaling at her slightly shaking voice, he nodded before reaching to caress her cheek. He felt like they could be that kind of couple that could be friends if they didn’t stay together. They could be more than friends and progress at the same rate, neither him nor her going too fast or too slow.
“I can do that.” Leaning down to kiss her once more, Ben trailed his hand down her jaw and Serena closed her eyes with a soft sigh. Her fingertips sought his wrists, fingers entangling and palms coming together firmly. It was so vastly different than her experience with Paul, but she immediately rejected that train of thought. Instead she focused on what was happening to her and the way his jeans pressed against the juncture between her thighs.
Shuffling until they weren’t in danger of falling off her bed, Serena felt her hazy mind tick in the background of her desire. It was a clock counting down to that moment that would irrevocably change her life, for better or for worse she didn’t know.
Slipping his tongue past Serena’s teeth, Ben relished her smooth skin as his palm dragged up her arm until he reached her shirt. She had the cute kind of pajamas, ones with innocent things on them like ducks or fruit but were still considered bootie shorts and a crop top. Carefully he cupped her breast outside her shirt, liking the way it fit in his hand. The strain in his lungs made it hard to breathe, forcing his breath to gather and escape in huffs. He didn’t think he’d get this far so soon; she’d been subtly avoiding him since their first kiss.
Whimpering when Ben tweaked her nipple, Serena arched up a bit as her tongue tangled with his. Once again those tiny shocks of pleasure slithered through her, causing her core to burn and her most sensitive spot to tingle with desire. He started grinding against her, fingers moving to hook under the hem of her shirt even though he didn’t take it off completely. Cracking open her eyes when he pulled away from her lips, her breath caught in her throat at the hungry expression on his face.
Suckling and licking, nipping at the firm, dark peak, Ben drew out another moan as the muscles in Serena’s feet flexed on their own. Her legs fell from around his waist to lay askew, opened wide for his attention. Squeezing his hand as he bit her nipple just enough to hurt, her hips almost left the bed if he didn’t stop them with his own. Moving to the other breast, he treated it with the same care as pleasure threatened to whisk her away.
“Oh-h G-… God... Yes...” Ben smiled against her lips as Serena’s moan flowed into his mouth. His fingertips taunted her, rubbing between her folds and massaging her clit but not enough to do more than frustrate her.
“You like that, baby?” Plunging two fingers into her moist heat, he didn’t give her time to answer as her body jolted. There wasn’t anything slow or steady about him, knuckles banging into her pelvis hard enough to make her ache. Slick, the sound of her juices squelching with each insert was like some erotic drum as he reached deeply inside her.
“Y- yes! Yes! Right there...” Tearing her mouth from his, Serena panted heavily and Ben wasted no time in attacking her neck and chest. His hand pumped, giving her no respite and he took her skin between his teeth and clamped down. Pushing her hips up to match him, she gripped at the comforter above her head and tried to make herself as long as possible.
“B- Ben... Ben- I’m gonna...gonna...” Serena barely got the words out before Ben moved farther down, tongue tickling her belly and swirling around her navel. Still he didn’t break pace, his free hand gripping her breast as he p
layed with her expertly. The cold spear of air he blew onto her clit was the last straw for her, and the orgasm she’d been suffering without for the past half hour washed over her.
“Yes...baby, that’s it.” Slightly chapped lips brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves as Serena arched off her bed completely. Ben’s fingers curled and twisted inside her, their space restricted as her walls tightened and quivered around them. A moan flowed from her chest, louder than what she’d given off so far; she wasn’t worried about being heard in that moment, though.
By the time Serena was resting on the comforter again Ben was in front of her face, one hand holding himself steady while the other kept her pajama pants from getting in the way. Placing a searing kiss on her mouth, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance and she spread her legs wider. With trouble her arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him down on her and intensifying the kiss.
The second Ben’s cock passed her entrance Serena felt another orgasm rip through her. Lungs stuttered and toes curled as her torso contracted sharply until she had to break away from his lips. Burying her moan in his shoulder as he continued plowing into her, she could taste him in her mouth. He filled her channel, hips stuck together as his chest heaved under her cheek.
“Fuck- you feel so...fine... Shit-” Pounding into Serena, Ben wrapped his hand around her hip to keep her in place as her heat sucked him in over and over again. Her walls clamped down on him, tightening with every thrust until they trembled and quivered in release. Pushing himself to sit up, he held her on his lap and leaned back a little before continuing his efforts. The sight of her beautiful, perfectly sized breasts bouncing was mesmerizing, and he couldn’t resist taking a swollen nipple into his mouth.
“Oh G- God! Fuck- yes! Fuck- fuck...” Serena cried out as Ben impaled her, spearing her as deeply as he could before exiting only to return. He was hard and rough, sucking and biting and making a general mess of her insides. It made her feel wanton and sexy; most of all it made her forget what lay beyond the confines of her bed. Long fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back sharply as he nailed her with force.
“Oh fuck- Serena-” Pulling out of her channel completely, Ben buried his face in her breasts and Serena shivered. Cum spurted onto her belly and thighs, already quaking from her exertion. Their sex had been quick and rough and thorough, and she panted heavily through a dry throat. Holding his head to her, she closed her eyes and slumped against him before his arms wrapped around her back.
“Thank you.” Hoarse, Serena’s simple message came out after a long, long while of nothing but the forceful movement of air. Below her Ben leaned back, laying down and taking her with him. He nudged her off him so she could stick to his side, her light coating of sweat acting like a glue. Getting comfortable, she rubbed her face against his shirt while his hand fixed her shorts. They hadn’t even taken off their clothes, his jeans still around his thighs if she looked down far enough.
It didn’t really matter to her, but she’d like to see him naked one day. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be today, but she could hope. That thought was the thing she used to stave off the reality of what was going to happen as soon as she left this room. In this moment she forced herself not to think about her mother, instead basking in the feeling of satisfying sex.
“You’re welcome. We should do this again. I’ll strip you properly.” At the jibe a small, goofy smile wormed its way onto Serena’s face before she glanced up at Ben to find him smiling as well.
THE END
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The Choice
It was a bright, sunny day after a long spell of rain and misery, and it seemed as though everyone in the city had come out to enjoy the weather. Stephanie sat on a warm bench in the park and watched two small children play with a dog. She smiled and turned her face skywards, relishing the feeling of the sunlight gently kissing her face. “Hey, sunshine princess,” a voice called out mockingly, “let’s get back to work.” Her friend Natasha walked over to her, carrying two ice cream cones. She handed one to Stephanie and licked the other so it wouldn’t drip off the side, sitting down next to her. “Can’t we just enjoy the weather? All the rain was driving me crazy,” Stephanie whined. Natasha shook her head and said, “I actually happen to love rain; also, don’t let the sun distract you from your employment status. Come on, I went online and printed out all the available listings, keeping in mind that you have no experience and barely any skills or talent.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes and took the folded paper that Natasha handed to her, “Thanks- you’re a real friend.” She unfolded the paper and peered at it as she licked the ice cream cone; there were plenty of listings that Stephanie knew weren’t right for her, but she feigned an interest simply because she knew Natasha wouldn’t leave it alone. “This one sounds cool,” she said, picking one at random and Natasha looked where she was pointing, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah that would be perfect for you- bartender at the Stratford Country Club.” Stephanie frowned…bartender? But she didn’t say anything, hoping they would move past the topic of jobs so she could just relax and have a nice time with her best friend. “Great, now that we’ve sorted your job problem, let’s fix your love life.”
Stephanie stood up and said, “I’m going to go far away and enjoy this beautiful day on my own if you don‘t shut the hell up right now.” Natasha laughed and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down as she said, “Alright, alright- I won’t say anything else about jobs or men. I promise.” Stephanie finished off her ice cream cone and then said, “Do you really think I’d make a good bartender?” Natasha smiled and said, “It’s not a sleazy bartender gig, I mean it’s a country club, so you’ll be making drinks by the pool for rich old ladies.” Stephanie nodded and then closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasant warmth in the air. The two of them stayed in the park until Natasha had to leave for a date, and Stephanie walked home alone, thinking about how she hadn’t been on a date in over a year.
Stephanie just didn’t put herself out there as much as Natasha did and sometimes she was afraid that she couldn’t. Where Natasha was tall and graceful with her long, tanned legs and tiny waist, Stephanie felt short and dumpy. When people saw her, they often used words like
“curvy” and “voluptuous”, but Stephanie often wondered if they were just euphemisms for “fat”. The sun seemed to disappear and grey clouds rolled in. A couple walking past her said, “Looks like it’s about to rain again,” before running off to find shelter. Sure enough, within seconds the heavens seemed to open up and soaked Stephanie as she plodded towards home. She pushed her wet, dark brown hair out of her eyes and fumbled in her pocket for her keys, unlocking the door and letting herself into her empty apartment.
She emptied her pockets and found something squishy inside. Feeling grossed out, she pulled it out and realized it was the piece of paper Natasha had handed her. She unfolded it to find that the ink had started to run, but the number was still readable and she quickly dialed it on her phone. She meant to save it, but accidentally called it instead and before she realized what was happening, someone had answered. “Hello, Stratford Country Club, how may I help you?” She cursed herself before pressing the phone to her ear and timidly saying, “Hi, I’m calling about the bartender opening.” There was a pause before the voice said, “Yes, may I have your name please?” She gave her name and contact details and hoped they would tell her that they already had someone for the position, but instead they said, “Great, can you come in for a test?” Stephanie frowned, “Test?” she repeated. The woman on the line laughed and said, “Yes, we just want to see if you would gel with our customers and how well you can serve behind the bar.”
Stephanie knew that it was a good thing to get her life in order, agreeing with Natasha about the urgency of needing employment but she still felt miserable at the prospect of starting this job. Maybe I’m just a miserable person, she thought
to herself as she stepped into the shower, trying to get the rain water out of her hair. She put a copious amount of soap on her body, feeling her large hips and breasts and wondering if she would ever meet someone who would help her feel less self-conscious about her body. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Ever since she had graduated from college, she didn’t feel like herself. It was the same face- the same almond shaped brown eyes and the same small nose and the same thick lips- but something was different. She felt older, somehow, and less happy. She dressed herself in warm, thick clothes and made a cup of coffee, which she nursed in her hands as she walked into the living room and turned on the TV. It’s the damn weather- it’s making me feel like shit. She flipped through a few channels and then tossed the remote aside, deciding that from tomorrow onwards she would start making more of an effort.
*****
“So this is the bar; see, it overlooks the pool so you’ll have a nice view.” The woman who was showing her around the country club had introduced herself as Elizabeth, and she was so smiling brightly that Stephanie wondered if her face hurt. Stephanie nodded and then Elizabeth said, “So you’ll be behind this bar and when customers come and order their drinks and such we’ll ask them to review you and see how you do.” Stephanie smiled and then Elizabeth said, “Oh, and dear, this is a country club, you shouldn’t dress like that; maybe wear something more fun like polo shirts and shorts, or sun dresses?” Elizabeth walked away as Stephanie looked down at her skirt suit and felt ridiculous. She got behind the bar and took off her jacket, feeling a little better. From behind the bar, only her sleeveless blouse was visible, and she looked much more dressed down.
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