by Karen Gordon
He made sure they spent time with her friends and tried to include his too. But things had started to shift. People were coupling off. MG and Steve were still a couple/noncouple and Ben set Pat up with Casey. Gina went on vacation then sort of disappeared. They always invited her to go out, but she never did. Wayne was still dating Laura, Joelle’s best friend, so he was not permitted to hang around with the enemy, Carrie.
Nights were the best though. On their first date Ben told her he would be willing to break rules for her, and he proved it every night. It started the Saturday after he got back. It was early, like 3:30 a.m. early, when Carrie woke up to something scratching on her bedroom window screen. Her window was on the second floor above the garage, no animal could reach it, so she was afraid to pull back the curtains. When she worked up the courage, she found Ben hanging upside down from the roof, smiling at her. She opened her window, and he talked her through popping out the screen. Then he flipped over into her room, onto her bed. Now this was fun!
That morning they lay in bed, and kissed, and groped a little. They also talked, and watched the sun come up over his house. He snuck out for his morning run at 6, before anyone at her house woke up.
After that, they ended each night in his room, in his bed. Sissy turned a blind eye to his closed, locked door. On their first night alone there, Ben assured Carrie that what went on between them was only their business. They spent weeks slowly learning about each other, exploring, playing, and making-out. First, Carrie insisted his shirt had to go. His chest, stomach, arm and even back muscles were beautiful to look at and even better to touch. They made a game of him naming muscle groups as she kissed them. She made a mental note to take biology next year; she could ace the test now.
Turn about was fair play so a few nights later her shirt came off. He leisurely kissed and touched her cleavage with her bra on. He didn’t say a lot, but the fascination and reverence in his eyes said enough. Once he had her bra off and found her nipples, he had his activity for the rest of that night. He teased them ‘til they hardened with his finger and his mouth, then watched as they softened again. He wet them with his tongue, then blew across them, asking her how it felt. She giggled and squirmed, finally explaining that she was very close to coming. Kissing him, with her hard nipples warming up and rubbing against the smooth, warm skin of his chest sent her over the edge. It was the first time she had ever come with a guy, and they were both a little shocked when it happened.
They talked about coming, which led to her questions about blue balls. Chuck had made it seem like he might die if she didn’t let him come every time they were together. She had been young and naïve enough to believe him. Ben laughed at her story and explained that it was uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t die. He chanced her reaction and told her how he would masturbate when he got home from dates with Joelle. He waited for her to be angry that he brought up another girl or disgusted at the idea, but she was far from angry or grossed out. She wanted to watch.
And there went his shorts and briefs. The first time he came with her it was a combination hand job and jack off demonstration; and it was fast. Her hand on him alone could have done the trick, but her watching, enjoying what she was seeing, that sped up the process considerably. With time, and a lot of experimentation, they discovered ways to make him last longer.
Then it was her turn to lose her shorts and panties after a long session of heated kisses. Just like with her bra, Ben wanted to explore her with her panties on first. She had worn cute ones, purple with black lace edges. He had told her on their first date that he was a visual kind of guy. He always left his desk light on when they were together. It gave the room a deflected, other-worldly glow and them both enough light to see each other.
Now it was her turn to guide his hand through her route to making herself come. The nag in her head said that she should be at least a little embarrassed about him seeing her and studying her. But that made no sense now. She had seen him naked and loved looking at and touching him. The look in his eyes right now said that he was just as thrilled to see her. He played with her curls and her lips; sometimes doing whatever struck his fancy, sometimes letting her guide him to the spots that felt best. She didn’t come as quickly as he did, but it was still pretty fast for her. With such a long, slow, erotic build up, a few well-placed strokes on her clit were all it took.
Then he shocked her, in a good way. He sucked on his fingers and smiled. Really? He liked the taste of her?
Which led to more talking, and more touching, and more playing. They would sleep for a few hours, every night, in whatever state of undress they ended up in; a tangle of arms and legs and sheets and pillows. But he always walked her home and kissed her good night at her back door sometime in the night. It sucked to be away from him, but it was important to not rock the boat and take any more chances than they already did. Being forbidden from seeing each other would be much worse than a few hours apart.
When there was only a week left before school started, Ben proposed an MG-worthy rule-breaking idea. He wanted to go camping with her. Just the two of them.
Chapter 23
The fact that Carrie wasn’t a virgin didn’t bother Ben at all. The fact that the first, and only sex she had so far was with a stupid, selfish asshole did.
Yes, the idea was for them to have sex while they were camping, but that was just part of his plan. He wanted this trip, and their first time together to be so good that it could erase all her Chuck memories. It was a lofty goal, and he knew it, so he went about planning it all in a completely Ben-like way. He started with some research. He knew the basics of what they were going to do, but he also knew it could be really good or really bad, especially for the girl. He had to find out how to make it really good for her.
The romance book he borrowed from under her bed didn’t help much. There was a lot of stuff about how big the guy’s dick was, and how much the girl liked that. He hadn’t spent a lot of time comparing, but he was pretty sure his was average size, and there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about that. They would have to work with what he had.
He, Pat and Wayne had hooked into this new thing called the internet on his computer. Wayne was the one who figured out they could use the search engine to find porn from all over the world. He had already spent hours (too many) researching those sites, but maybe there was something that would tell him specifically what makes sex great for a girl. There were a few dry medical articles that gave him a better idea of how her body worked. The stuff from the advice columns looked a little more helpful, maybe.
‘Step one – figure out what she would like.’ Oh, hell. If he could do that, he wouldn’t need advice. Step one … not easy. He knew she liked music, specifically not country music, which was almost all he had. He called MG and asked about her favorite songs and bands so he could make a mix tape. He knew he was on the right path when MG said, “Fuck, Gorman, she is one lucky bitch. You are awesome.”
He packed his jeep with a tent, sleeping bags, cooler, food, the mix tape and condoms. On his way to pick her up he stopped at the gas station and bought her a rose. He almost tossed it out the window, feeling like maybe he had gone too far overboard, then he remembered that she had never gotten flowers. This was no time to back down or go small. He was nervous, but he couldn’t let that stop him from going all-out, balls to the wall for her.
♥ ♪ ♥
MG swiped a sexy negligee from her mom’s room and gave it to Carrie.
“Should I wear this camping?” “I’m thinking not during the day,” MG rolled her eyes, “it’s a little much for hiking.”
“You’re funny. I mean, won’t it look like, I don’t know, I’m planning to have sex with him?”
“Well you are, aren’t you?” Carrie hadn’t told MG or anyone all that things that she and Ben were doing, or not doing. She really wasn’t looking for anyone’s input or opinion on what they had between them. Sure, she kind of figured he wanted them to be alone somewhere to actually have sex,
and that was why they were going camping. But he hadn’t said for sure, and she didn’t want to mess up this really cool, spontaneous thing they had between them. There had been no pressure for either one of them to do anything. The sexy negligee shouted, “I’m expecting sex,” but she couldn’t tell MG that.
“I’ll bring it … thanks” Ben carried her backpack to the jeep. He was so hyped up and happy, Carrie thought he might pick her up and carry her too. He opened her door for her. She almost sat down on her flower, but Ben pulled her up at the last second. She turned around to see what was behind her. Her heart stopped when she saw it. Shit, no, no, no, no! She was already jumpy with excitement, and this threatened to push her emotions over the edge. She picked it up and said, “Oh, my god, a rose!” but she couldn’t turn around and look at him.
Ben came in close behind her and waited for her to turn around. She wouldn’t. Her breathing was unsteady. She kept swallowing and her hand was shaking. MG’s driveway was not the best place for this to happen, but it was bound to sooner or later. Now, he just had to keep her here, keep her from bolting, and hopefully get her to talk to him.
“Carrie,” he pulled her in close with his arms around her waist, and he spoke quietly into her ear from behind. “Talk to me.”
She shook her head and choked out, “Can’t.”
“Come on. It’s me, Ben. Please, talk to me.” She shook her head again and dropped it. She was starting to shake more, fighting tears. “If I talk, I’ll cry. Give me a minute.” Her voice cracked.
“There is nothing wrong with crying.”
She just shook her head no.
“Cry if you need to, but don’t shut me out. Let me in. Let me hold you.” That did it. She crumbled. But she fell forward over his arms and covered her eyes with her hands and let her tears fall. He couldn’t turn her around, so he did the next best thing and moved around her. He sat on the passenger seat and folded her onto his lap.
He tried not to let it bother him, but after all these weeks, all the things they had done together, it stung a little that she still didn’t trust him enough to cry in front of him. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. She clung to his neck and cried quietly for a minute, but recovered quickly. “Sorry,” she said on a choked hiccup.
“Why?”
“I’m ruining our weekend already.” He shook his head and pulled her tightly against him, “You are not ruining anything. I want to spend the weekend with you. If you cry the whole time, it still won’t be ruined. I’ll be with you. Just don’t shut me out.” His voice was pleading.
Carrie couldn’t speak. Her brain just couldn’t find a reference for this idea. He wanted to be around her even if she was crying. This weekend was supposed to be about fun and sex. She nestled into his neck and worked on slowing her breathing while she tried to comprehend why. She lost track of time, but they must have sat there like that for at least 15 or 20 minutes because the sun was lower in the sky when she finally felt calm enough to look at him.
His eyes were still pleading with her. Don’t shut him out. She was having a really hard time believing that he would want in, especially to this sad, dark part of her. She hated it, why wouldn’t he?
“You OK?”
She nodded, “Yeah.”
“Good,” he kissed her forehead. “Ready to go?”
She chuckled, after all this time in MG’s driveway? “Yeah.” She was about to climb off his lap, but he held her in place. “Promise me, first,” he turned her so she was facing him, “Whatever happens this weekend, if you want to cry, you will.”
She nodded, but with some hesitation.
“And you will let me hold you if you do? You will not shut me out?”
She nodded with more conviction this time. She would do anything for him.
“Good,” he stood with her in his arms, turned and plopped her on the seat. “Then let’s get this show on the road.” Chapter 24 They needed to get to the campsite before dark so he could get things set up. The time they spent in MG’s driveway only left them with enough time to drive thru and get burgers and fries for dinner. He was maneuvering the hairpin turns of the back roads of Southern Missouri, so Carrie fed him bites of his burger. He, of course, got the double-bacon burger with lots of sloppy sauce, and he wasn’t sure if she was really aiming or trying to miss his mouth. With every bite he ended up with more sauce on his face and her laughing harder. She leaned across the seats and licked some off his cheek.
“Mmmmm, Ben sauce.” Her teasing him was making him think that the tent might be optional, and they could just use sleeping bags on the ground. On his next bite a big blob of sauce landed in his lap. She looked at him, her smile daring him to say no. He laughed, but his heart rate shot up and his cock too. She lowered her head and licked the sauce from his pants and brushed her hand across the bulge in his jeans while she was there.
“Shiiittt!” he ground out through gritted teeth. “You remember when I said you can’t die of blue balls?”
Carrie giggled and nodded.
“I lied.”
♥ ♪ ♥ Twenty minutes later they arrived at the most secluded camping spot he knew of, complete with a creek deep enough to swim in. He had been going over rifle cleaning procedures in his head since the sauce incident so that he could resist the urge to throw her on the ground and tear her clothes off. He was going to do this right; set up the tent, build a fire, roll out their sleeping bags, then make love to her, slowly. But Carrie was having none of that. She walked toward the creek, watching the beautiful sunset through the trees, reflecting off the water. She stretched up and yelled, “GOD I FEEL GOOD!” and let out a whoop. The heavy, damp, evening air absorbed her bliss.
Ben was taking stuff from the back of the jeep and piling it where he wanted to set up the tent. He stopped to admire her, then bent to dump the tent out of the bag. Her shirt hit him upside the head. She was still standing watching the sunset, but now in her bra and jeans. He wrapped the shirt around his neck and went back to work. Her shoes hit him next, then her jeans. He looked up at her.
“I’m not going to get his tent set up, am I?”
She shrugged, “You can,” and slowly took her bra straps off her shoulders. “If you want to.” He dropped the tent poles in a pile and stalked over to her. She smiled up at him, daring him, then jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grabbed on to her butt with one hand, supporting her, but also feeling her soft curves. With his other arm he supported her back and palmed the back of her head, bringing her mouth to his for a kiss.
She held nothing back. Her kiss was feverish, and her hands were tearing at his tee shirt, pulling it up over his chest. They broke their kiss briefly so she could pull it off and toss it. Her hands moved lower, on to his biceps where she dug into his muscles, urging him on.
One of his fantasies had always been to have sex in the woods, hot and hard, up against a tree. He spotted the large elm with a solid trunk on the edge of the creek. Oh, hell yes. He carried her there and pressed her back into the trunk with his chest as he kissed her hard. With his supporting hand at her back, he unhooked her bra. It fell between them to her lap. She kept kissing him as she grabbed it and tossed it aside. His cock strained to get through his pants and her panties to get to her. He still needed to get to a condom. They had some logistical problems. Tree sex might have to wait till tomorrow.
“Baby, we’ve got to slow down.” He panted out between kisses. She shook her head no and tried to reach the button on his pants. Her legs were in the way, and there was no way to move them without falling. Still kissing him, she shook her head yes.
He let her slide slowly down his body, feeling her leg muscles squeezing him the whole way down. He hated to leave her standing there, mostly naked, but he had no choice. He turned and ran for the jeep, “Give me two seconds,” he called back to her.
“One Mississippi,” she smiled and counted.
He grabbed a condom from the supply box in the
back of the jeep and sprinted for the sleeping bags.
“Two Mississippi” she cocked an eyebrow at him, challenging him to hurry. He popped the plastic buckle on the strap holding one of the sleeping bags together and tossed it open on the ground. “C’mere.” He opened his arms for her.
She sprinted toward him. He had to force his focus off her bouncing breasts to remember to steel himself. She wasn’t going to slow down. She jumped on top of him, and he let his knees buckle slowly, lowering them onto the sleeping bag.
He held her head so he could talk to her before she started kissing him again. “You don’t want to go slow?”
She shook her head, “No, I’m dying here … aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I can go slow, if you want me to …” She rolled so she was next to him on the narrow sleeping bag, and she could reach the button on his jeans. She fought with it, and when she got it open, she slowed down only enough to pull the zipper down around his erection. Her hand skimmed down his stomach ‘til she reached him and wrapped her hand around his hardness. “We can do slow some other time.”
They were way into his fantasy land now. Carrie attacking him, wanting him. He was going to have to start disassembling rifles in his head if he was going to last more than a minute. She pushed at his jeans and briefs, working them down past his hips.
When she saw his cock she considered a new option. She had only tried to give Chuck a blow job once. He complained about her technique so she gave up and refused to try again. It had sort of grossed her out anyway. But now, she wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, to blow his mind. He was pulling at the condom wrapper so he didn’t see her devious smile before she lowered her head.
He dropped the wrapper, his head fell back, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he lost all thoughts, except one. WOW!