5.
"I wonder if he'll ever see what he means to me..."
Feeling- So Sad :(
Snorting at her laptop's screen Emily scrolled through more whiney drivel of the "Woe is me, I'm madly in love with a boy who doesn't love me" variety, complete with obscure song lyrics and tear-jerking images of sad chicks sitting under dead trees on rainy evenings.
If this was the "Just A Friend" Ben had mentioned, she obviously didn't see things that way, and Em was fairly certain that her Friendbook sleuthing was right on the money. She sighed and clicked on a "note" JAF had written, which was just more of the same but in bad poetry form this time:
I was a crumpled rose
laying in the gutter of life
until you came along
picked me up
put me in a vase
and brought me to life with the water of your
smile.
"Ughhhhh." Emily moaned. Just a friend? He could not be that clueless could he? They were "friends" on Friendbook, he could see everything that she posted, how could he not get it? Wanting to leave JAF's page, but sucked in like a rubber-necker at a train crash, Em kept reading and it just got ickier and even moe emo the more she read. Finally closing the laptop and resolutely putting it aside Emily pondered her options.
She didn't have many, not without admitting that she'd engaged in the undignified behavior of a FB stalker, which was just a little creepy. Her first instinct was to cut and run. Obviously, despite what Ben had said about telling JAF about there being no possibility for "more" between them... He either hadn't or she wasn't getting it, and that was just a wide-open invitation for drama. Something Emily disliked with the unholy burning intensity of 10,000 firey suns. No Ben = No Drama... But part of that equation was No Ben, and she didn't like that idea.
Digging her fingers into Hol's thick ruff she considered option two: Waging FB warfare. If Emily was curious about JAF then it stoof to reason JAF was curious about her and would also scope out the lay of the land. Posting insanely happy "Ben is Teh Awesome!!!" and "Had ALL the fun with BEN!!!" posts would rile her rival for Ben's affections and bring things to a head... But with Drama.
No, no drama. Boys don't like drama mongers. Emily decided to take the high road and ignore the JAF for the time being. Ben had said he'd be monogamous with the FWB deal, and so long as he was she really didn't have anything to worry about- Except for an Overly Emo JAF who seemed to have boundary issues, which was kind of worrying. So much so that a BFF pow-wow was in order. BFFs were helpful like that.
Dialing Tracey's number, Emily announced "I'm considering having cold barley soup for dinner" which was best friend speak for "The shit may or may not be hitting the fan and I need beer and bestie talk to deal."
"Sup?" said Trace, getting it right-quick because BFF.
"Met a cute boy. Lots of potential. Has a super-crazy "Just A Friend." Can you vet for me in case I'm the one being super crazy?" Translation: "I'm really into this guy, but there's a female situation that may be trouble but I could be off on my assessment because I'm all tingly with New Relationship Energy... Can you scope the lay of the land to see if I'm just buck-nuts or if I might be seeing things clearly?"
"Go for link." Said Trace, and Emily could her keyboard sounds from her friend's end of things. Link sent, she waited for what seemed an eternity as her Bestie gave JAF the once over. "What a sad assclown." said Tracey without preamble.
"So am I seeing things in a crazy way or am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?"
"Nope. She's totally into him, or at least she thinks she is. I'd bet good money that she's one of those chicks that fall in love with whoever pays them any attention. She's trifflin'."
"How do I play this, man?" Emily asked, worrying Hol's fur.
"Like you're the most chill chick ever. Ignore her. Be awesome. He'll tire of her neediness and whining and love your not-needy, no-whining self. You win."
"So wise you are, Yoda." replied Emily, feeling much better because of her supremely logical friend's logic.
"Jay says the same thing, too. And he said she's a total skank, you're way hotter."
Pinging radar confirmed and ego stroked, Emily chattered on with Tracey about some other things, including Jim who had found a new, bossy lady-love, the conversation wound down and finally ended when Em heard jay yowling about dinner and dying of starvation in the background.
Setting aside her phone, Emily stalked just one more time ("Having sooo much fun with BennyBooBoo!!! Watching Anime and cuddling!!! SOOOO happy!!!!), vomited in her mouth a little, and turned off the laptop. Stalkery behavior was all well and good until you saw something you didn't like, she thought to herself as she tucked the laptop under her coffee table and decided to distract herself with a cleaning frenzy.
The distraction worked and Emily was able to put JAF (and the alleged cuddling) out of her mind until Friday arrived and she met Ben at RollHaven for Adult Only Skate. She'd gone to her mom's the day before and had unearthed her old skates from the basement and Ben was laughing at the drawn-on Sharpie designs high-school Emily had emblazoned across both skates.
"Don't tell me you were into the Greatful Dead?" he said, pointing at a teal blue acid bear.
"Who wasn't?" Emily returned, lacing up her last skate. "You weren't doing high school right if you didn't have at least one acid bear on something you owned." Standing, she wobbled alrmingly and had to sit back down before she fell over.
"Let me guess? You were part of the Flannel, Chucks, and Grunge crowd?"
Emily nodded as Ben stood, swayed, and found his ballance. "How about you? What were you like in high school?"
Extending his hand, Ben helped Emily find her ballance before replying, "I was so gothy. Had the big black pants, collar, and everything. I was weird."
"You're still weird." Emily quipped, "And a collar? You'll have to try it on for me some time." she said with a smug little grin as she tentatively skated out of retaliation range.
"I'm not the one who wears a collar in this relationship!" Ben called out, putting on an air of wounded dignity as he skated after her and caught up, catching hold of her hand.
"But you did! I bet they totally revoke your Dom card for that." Emily snorted with laughter.
"Not unless They don't know." said ben as they slowly made their way around the rink to the strains of some late 90's pop song.
"They know everything..." Emily stated, ominously. "Everything."
Running into the carpeted wall that ringed the rink ben kissed Emily for a few seconds until cat calls started to sound from other skaters, "Did they know I was going to do that?" he asked.
"Hell, even I knew you were going to do that." scoffed Emily, moving back into the flow of traffic.
"How?"
"Because you seem to like kissing me, duh."
"I'd like to do a lot more than kiss you." Ben responed with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that made Emily laugh.
As they skated around and around the rink Ben and Emily talked about anything that struck their fancy. TV viewing habits, politics, religion, childhoods, the two hour skating session left a lot of time for discovery, and what Emily discovered was that she and Ben were very alike, especially about the Things That Mattered.
It was a great evening and as they sat in Ben's car listening to the stereo, talking more, and occasionally kissing, Emily decided that Ben was someone she could honestly count as a friend. Things were going really well until his phone started blowing up.
Again.
And by itslef that would have just been slightly annoying, but when he started responding, and then interrupting kissing to respond it got a lot annoying. Emily breifly thought about just sitting and fuming silently, which had been the way things went in her last relationship, but the she remebered how not-well that worked out and sighed.
"Um, Ben?" she ventured as he pecked at the tiny keyboard on his phone.
"Yeah...?" he said as he hit more buttons on the device.
"Whoever's on the other end of that thing really just killed the mood."
"Wha...?" Ben looked up, and then back down at the phone as it chirped again, "It's just a friend" he said, distractedly.
"It's kind of rude, no matter who it is... I mean, would you be thrilled if I stopped kissing you to play with my phone?"
Pausing in his typing, Ben looked up at Emily, "Oh, geez. Shit. I'm sorry. I'm being an ass right now... It's just that my friend is upset and needs me."
Trying for as neutral a tone as possible, Emily nodded. "Uh huh." she paused, considered and continued, "Well, then I guess I'm going to call it a night. Later, Ben. Thanks for the evening out." she said as she hurried out of his car and across the parking lot to her own.
Cranking the ignition she got the hell out of Dodge before Ben could come after her, if he was even thinking of coming after her, because she was pretty pissed and didn't think she could behave rationally.
"Oh, my poor, poor, friend is soooo upset" she muttered as she pulled onto the main road and headed towards home. "My poor poor friend neeeeeeeds me..." she sing-songed. "Suuure, she did, Ben. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that you were out with me. Nothing at all." Drumming her nails on the steering wheel in a high state of annoyance Emily muttered and growled the whole way home, and then, inexplicably started crying as soon as she opened the door and was greeted by Hol.
"I was going to ask him over, Hol!" she cried into the dog's thick fur and Hol whuffled at her hair in aparent concern, as if to say, "Stupid boy."
"He is stupid. There he was with me in the car and JAF starts whining all 'Boo hoo, pay attention to me' and poof! I'm about as important as... Well, something not important."
Hol whined and pawed at Emily's leg with seeming concern that was probably more a demand for tribute and petting.
"And now I'm all stupid and upset and acting like a stupid, upset, teenager over a stupid boy. I do not like this, at all. I'm going to stop it, right now."
Hol chuffed and offered her tummy for soothing rubs.
"He's not worth it. No matter how cute he is or how well he kisses." Emily shook herself and rose to her feet. "I'm going to have a shower, and go to sleep, and not think about that stupid boy and his stupid JAF. she said decisively, feeling a little better at making such a proclaimation. Even if she really didn't believe it, and even if she was hoping Ben would call her to appologize for being a completely obtuse weenie.
But he didn't and Emily was in a fine state of Pretending To Be Ok With Things as she packed up her gear and headed out to shoot what was probably going to be an epicly annoying "Winter Wonderland" themed wedding, complete with ice skating on a frozen lake, sledding, and copious amounts of hot chocolate.
The day and the event dragged on and on, and although it did offer a stunning aray of photograpic beauty (and cliched decor), Emily just wasn't feeling it. She argued with herself in her head, making excuses for Ben's cluelessness, condeming him for being the most inept twit to ever swagger across the face of the planet, and plotting vile retribution on his manipulative JAF for ruining her evening. She wanted to invite him over, damnit!
Midway through the evening her phone vibrated discretely against her thigh, and although she saw Ben's number on the display screen she stuffed the phone back into her pocket without checking the message.
But she thought about it for the remaining hours she was contracted to be at the event, and when she finally got to return to her car she withdrew the phone from her pocket.
Warily, like the damn thing was going to explode in her hand, she slid the unlock screen and poked at the little red message icon.
Sorry about last night.
But my friend was really upset.
She's got a thing for some guy and he's interested in someone else.
Can I make it up to you?
"Oh. My. God." Emily said to the Ford emblem on the steering wheel. "He's an idiot. A certifiable, no-holds-barred, idiot. Nobody can be that utterly clueless. Nobody." She breifly considered throwing the phone, but decided that within the confines of her car it wouldn't be violent enough to assauge her annoyance, and throwing it outside would necesitate an expensive trip to the Sprint store for a replacement. Instead she tapped out on the screen:
Yes.
She wanted to say more, but felt that anything she might say would sound pretty bitchy at this point, so she didn't. Instead she headed home and ignored the phone until she was in her driveway.
I'm off work at midnight.
The clock in her car said it was 11:15. Emily didn't really want to go anywhere, but she did want to get this, whatever it was, over with one way or another, so she replied with her address and a request for a six pack of Angry Orchard Ginger. Then she carted her stuff inside, took care of the dog's needs, and sat down to wait.
A little over an hour later when headlights lit up her driveway, Emily sighed and spoke to Hol, "Well. Here goes nothing Dog." before opening the door as Ben aproached her house.
Holding up the hard cider and a little hopeful grin as he stepped on to the porch Ben said, "Peace offering."
Raising her eyebrows but saying nothing, Emily gestured Ben past her into the living room. Taking her silence as a need to speak more he cleared his throat a bit nervously before continuing. "I screwed up last night. I've got this white knight complex, always wanting to ride to the rescue, and I ended up ignoring you when I shouldn't have."
Emily took the cider from Ben, set it on the coffee table, and opened one, taking a swig before she spoke. "I would really appriciate it if you would set some boundaries with your friends," she said, careful not to name the JAF, "because I felt pretty unimportant when you decided to make their drama a priority over our date."
Ben looked a bit stricken, and like he wanted to spring to her rescue with more appologies but she held up her hand and continued, "I know how to deal with my own shit, and I do. I don't need an appology. I just wanted to clear the air and move on if moving on is still something you're interested in."
Opening his own drink Ben sat on the couch next to Hol, who was looking like she was still making up her mind about Ben's worthiness to be in her house, before he spoke. "I do. I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I think there's the potential for something good there. I'd like to see where it can go. I'd like to take a chance with you."
Sitting down on the other side of the buffer dog Emily looked at Ben, "And what does that mean, 'take a chance'?"
Looking somewhat ill and vulnerable Ben replied, "It means that I like you, and I don't want to screw up you maybe liking me back."
It wasn't really the answer to the question she asked, but Emily decided it was close enough, and thought for a few minutes. "I like you too." she said, opting for directness.
Ben looked relieved and she sighed, "Geez Ben, you had to have known that I liked you. If I hadn't I wouldn't have gotten all bent out of shape over our date being interrupted."
"I really didn't." he protested. "I mean, I thought you might, but I wasn't sure."
Just then his phone chirped and Emily sat unmoving, waiting to see what Ben would do. Withdrawing the phone from his pants pocket he pressed a few buttons and shoved it back where he'd found it. "I turned the sound off." he said.
"Thanks." Emily responded, simply.
"And I'll discuss boundaries with my friend the next time I see them." he carried on, "It is kind of rude to interrupt someone when they have plans, and I'm not their only friend. Hell, I've known them for just a week longer than I've known you."
Chosing to let that one go without comment, Emily switched the subject, "Do you want to watch a show or something? I've got Netflix and HBO on demand?"
After chosing a movie about zombies, dialing down the lights, and popping a bowl of popcorn, Emily made Hol move and tucked herself against Ben's side. A concerted effort was made on the part of both of them to actually watch the movie, but soon she found herself softly petting the patch of fur that trailed upwards from Ben's jeans and had been exposed when his shirt rode up a bit.
His gentle arm rubbing started drifting towards the side of her breast, and then changed to stroking of that bit of anatomy. Emily tilted her head up, Ben tilted his down, and they were then making out on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers- But with the benefit of not having to worry about someone's folks walking in.
The popcorn fell to the floor, forgotten, and Hol feasted.
The little bit of functioning brain that Emily had left was harping on about the garlic-loaded supper she'd had, how the bra she was wearing did not match her skivvies, and OMG! The dog can see you! Shushing it severly, Emily gave ben's shirt a yank so that he toppled over onto her, changing their position. She felt his erection dig into her thigh and gave a little moan which elicited an answering growl from Ben as he shifted his pelvis so that they aligned.
Breaking the kiss he panted into her ear, "God, I feel like a kid. I haven't dry humped someone on a couch in a good twelve years."
"It's fun isn't it? I forgot how much fun making out was." Emily replied before biting Ben's neck to see what sort of responce she'd get. He groaned and she smiled, smug, before pulling his head down for more kissing.
As their tongues danced around each other Emily trailed her hands down Ben's back, kneaded his bum (which felt every bit as fine as it looked, all firm and round and perfect), and ran her hands back up his sides to reach his chest. She tweaked a nipple through his shirt and he gasped, sucking the air out of her.
Returning the favor, Ben propped himself up on one hand so that the other could roam over her chest, playing with one nipple and then the other through her shirt. Impatient for more contact, Emily pushed her hands under Ben's shirt, enjoying the silky feel of his skin and the rough-but-still-soft dusting of fur on his chest (not too much, just enough).
When she felt Ben pull at her shirt she broke the seal of their mouths to ask, "Do you have condoms?"
"Fuck. No." Ben said. "I didn't think..."
"Yeah. Neither did I." Emily said. "I had some, but I they expired and I pitched them."
"So no sex then." Ben stated, sounding strangled.
"No. We can keep on doing this. This is fun." she suggested, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer.
"This is fun," Ben agreed, complying with the demands Emily was placing on his shirt.
A while later Ben pulled away and looked at the clock. "Shit." He said, sounding dispappointed.
"What?"
"It's three-thirty in the morning and tomorrow is my early day. I have to be back in at nine."
As he sat up Emily did some mental math. He had a 40 minute drive home, and a fourty-five minute drive back to work... That was 4 hours of sleep. A bit shy she said, "If you want you can stay over? You can get some extra sleep."
"I want, but skippy... Poor old guy has probably already made a mess in the house."
"Oh, poor old dog." Emily said as she regained an upright position after Ben sat up. She felt a bit awkward and wasn't sure what to say when Ben's voice penetrated the muddle of kiss-addled goo that was her brain.
"I have Monday off, we could do something then?"
Emily flipped through her mental calendar, she didn't think that she had anything schedualed for Monday so she nodded. "Monday is good. Do you have anything in mind?" When his eybrows started wagging up and down, she sighed and slapped his arm in mock serious exasperation.
"Nope. How about you surprise me?"
"I can do surprises." she said as they both rose from the couch and she walked with Ben to the front door where another round of kissing ensued.
"Ugh. I really do have to go now." He said glancing at the clock again, and with one final kiss he let himself out the door.
As Emily shut it behind him, watching through the window until his car was gone, she smiled. That had gone far better than she'd expected. Rubbing her mouth lightly she felt the stubble burn Ben's whiskers had left and her smile widened. Locking the door she turned to Hol, and said, "We have a surprise to plan!" Hol, in her popcorn gluttony induced food coma farted, unimpressed.
6.
When Tuesday rolled around Emily stood and looked at her surprise in the works: The dining room table, an antique her mom gave her, was set with her only real linen tablecloth and napkins, and her parent's wedding china was being put to use for the first time in thirty-five years. A set of pressed glass candle holders, which each held two candles were ready to be lit, and she figured they'd light up her good crystal glasses nicely.
A fire burned in the living room adding a nice ambiance, and from the kitchen came the smell of her one Really Good recipe. Emily was a good cook, and could pretty much reproduce anything in a cook book, but this was the best of the best- A totally from scratch lasagne she'd perfected over years and years of cooking for her Ex. Everybody loved it.
She'd chosen a home-cooked meal after thinking about Ben and his sad little kitchen. There was nothing in it, nothing in the fridge either that she'd seen (other than a bottle of ketchup, a little stack of american "cheese", and a 24 case of beer), and figuring that he must eat at work or subsist on take-out she decided that real food was a good idea. Especially since she rarely cooked for herself.
Checking the clock, Damn! Five-thirty already! she dashed off to pull on a nice dress she'd picked out (courtesy of Tracey's mad shopping skills) over her "good" undies, shoved her feet into a pair of pumps, and touched up her minimal make-up. Glancing at the clock again, she turned the heat down on the green beans (fresh), popped the crusty french bread into the oven to warm, and pulled out the lasagne so it would firm up.
When the doorbell rang Emily was ready. She was even ready for the flurry of canine activity as Skip waddled through the door and Hol went slightly nuts, furiously barking and trying to pull off the jaunty pink bow that had been tied to her collar in honor of the occasion.
"You look nice." Ben said, appriciatively giving Emily a once-over, from head to heels as he unclipped Skip's leash and the dogs dashed off to wreak havoc elsewhere in the house.
"I know." said Emily, "So do you." she returned the compliment after giving Ben his own once-over. He was wearing a crisp white button down with a red paisley tie, a pair of very nice pin striped pants, and the comfy dress shoes she remembered from the wedding.
"So what are we doing? And what's that smell?" Ben asked with his nose in the air. "You said to dress up so I thought we were going out, but it smells too good in here for that to be the plan."
"Dinner!" said Emily, gleeful like cooks can be when people notice that what's cooking smells great. "We're having a nice dinner. It was my excuse to cook and break out my pretty things that never get used."
She divested Ben of his jacket and led him to the dining room. "Pretty." he said as she lit the candles and the glassware sparked.
"It's fun to use them." Emily shrugged. "Most of the time they're neglected in the side board. Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, what do you have and what can I do to help?" Ben asked, looking around.
"You can sit there," she gestured to the seat at the head of the table, which earned her an eyebrow waggle, and started listing off what she kept in the house. He picked Pepsi and seated himself as she went to the fridge to get a can. He laughed when she poured the soft drink into the fancy glass at his place setting.
Bringing out the other dishes, even just plain old green beans, his eyes lit up. When she sat the lasagne, all bubbly-golden and reeking of deliciousness, he might have drooled. "Ta-da!" Emily said, handing him a knife and serving spoon.
"This looks great." ben said, eying the food and eyeing Emily. "Nobody's ever cooked like this for me before."
As he served himself she wondered "Nobody?" and felt that was kind of sad. Shaking off the feeling, and the image of a married Ben surviving on pizza rolls and PB&J, she served herself, and utterly enjoyed watching Ben enjoy the meal she'd made.
When he reached for a third serving, high praise for a meal indeed, she stopped him, "I made dessert, you might want to save room."
"Dessert, too?" He asked, surprised.
"You can't have fancy dinner without fancy dessert." Emily explained.
"Well, of course you can't." Ben agreed, "but I think now that I've stopped shoveling food into my mouth I might be stuffed." He patted his barely protruding tummy to illustrate how stuffed he was.
Emily shrugged, "It can wait."
They talked for a while as the candles burned down, fed random green beans to the dogs who, now well-aquainted, were combining their begging-fu to con the humans out of goodies, switched from pop to beer, and finally forgot about the dessert when Ben held out his hand to Emily in a way that made it clear just where they were headed.
As she followed him to her bedroom, Emily felt ripe with anticipation. Her pulse quicked, her breathing speeded up, and she felt a bit of wetness moisten her labia. She blushed, grinned, and blushed a bit more as Ben located her bedroom and drew her to the middle of it. He unzipped her dress and she wiggled out of the fitted bodice, letting it fall to the floor where the full 50's style skirt pooled around her feet.
Remembing suddenly that she wasn't a perfect size 6 (or even an 8 or a 10) she figeted and tried to figure out what to do with her arms and legs and all the rest of her before Ben took her hands and said, "Do you think I didn't have an idea what you'd look like naked?"
"Um... I guess not." she said quietly, aiming her words at the paisley tie.
"And having an idea of what you'd look like, do you think I'd be here if I didn't think I'd like what I would see?"
"No..." she ventured, glancing up into his face to find that he was completely serious.
"And having seen you, look what you do to me." he said, taking her hand and placing it over the obvious bulge in his trousers.
"Ah." she said, stroking the proof of his arousal as he pulled her close to kiss her. As his hands roamed over her body she began pulling at his tie to loosen it, discarded it somewhere to her left after it was unknotted, and began unbuttoning the row of buttons that marched down his chest. Baring that expanse of male flesh she turned her gaze to it, taking in the pale smoothness, the perfect little round nipples, and the slight furring that she'd felt the other night.
She traced the ridges of his illiac crest, following them from the sides of his torso to the place they disappeared into his trousers, and sighed. "Is it strange that I think that's hot?" she asked, tracing the lines again to illustrate her point.
"Nah." Ben responded. "Toes are kinda strange, though."
"Good thing we already established that toes are a no-go, then." she said, moving her hands to his belt buckle and making quick work of it and the fly of his pants. Mentally girdling her proverbial loins she ran her hands along the inside of his waistband and felt boxers. "Hooray!" she whispered.
"What?"Asked Ben as she pulled his pants down.
"Boxers."
"What about them?" he asked, obviously confused.
"Um... Well, I'm just really glad you're not a tighty-whities guy. I can't stand them."
"I'm glad my underwear meat with your approval." He said, laughingly.
"Hey! Undies are serious business." Emily responded with mock seriousness, "The wrong skivvies and it's show over. Especially if there's a skid mark."
"I can't believe you just said that." Ben snorted. "Here we are, about to get naked and do naked-related things, and you just said skid mark."
"Oops. Sometimes my mouth runs before I know what's coming out of it." Emily shrugged. "You could probably help with that though."
"How so?" Ben asked as he toed off his shoes and bent down to pull off his socks.
"You could kiss me again."
"I could." he responded and did just that. She felt him do a little shimmy-shake as she stepped out of her own shoes and knew that he was inches from her wearing nothing but his birthday suit. He pressed her backwards, onto the bed, and kept kissing her until her head was spinning with it.
When he broke free she made a little noise of protest, but then she figured out that he was making a slow trail down her neck and chest and began purring. Arching her back she unclipped her bra so he could have better access to her breasts and was rewarded with licks and nips and a variety of very pleasant sensations.
Emily twined her fingers through Ben's silky hair and ran it through her fingers quite mindlessly as he continued to lavish attention on her nipples. Finally he stopped to look up, "I want to lick you." He said, and Emily gave a little shudder of desire and trepidation. Having a guy go down on her had never been anything worth talking about and she was worried that maybe there was something wrong with her.
"Um...OK?" she said, tentatively.
"Is it OK?" He asked.
"It's just never done much for me." Emily responded, blushing and looking at the ceiling fan above her head.
"If you don't mind, I like it." Ben stated, and then waited for her decission.
"All right." she said, and as he began licking her, the folds of her labia, the little sensitive bud of her clit, her vaginal opening, she started thinking that maybe there wasn't anything wrong with her because it was starting to feel really, really nice. And when Ben did this flicky little thing with his tongue and her clit, well, it felt better than nice.
"Oh!" she gasped as he lifted his head and sat back on his heels between her legs. Then eying his erection she asked, "Would you like me to return the favor?"
"I would, but I don't know if I'd last. It's been a while." Emily nodded, and watched as he fished a condom out of his pants pocket, opened the little packet, and smoothed it over himself. She'd never thought that a guy putting on a rubber could be hot, but watching Ben do it- It was. The way his hand caressed his entire length, molding the flimsy material to himself in a careless well-practiced gesture... It was definitely hot.
Returning to the bed he began kissing her again and she could feel his hips shift as he probed for the perfect alignment. Feeling when he was there, right at the entrance to her vagina, she lifted her hips encouraging him to thrust, and he did. She gasped at the startling sudden fullness and heard him groan as her warmth surrounded him. He held perfectly still for a long moment before starting the rythem meant to bring them both pleasure.
It didn't take long before Emily was lost to concious thought, lost in the waves of sensation coming from his kisses and plunging cock, and she was almost there, so close when she felt Ben tense and groan. Then his weight rested on her and he turned his head, which had been burried between her neck and shoulder, to kiss her temple.
"I'm sorry." he mumbled into her hair.
"Whatever for?" she asked.
"You didn't...?"
"Nah. It doesn't matter. You'll get me next time, right?" she said, brushing his hair from his brow, a pointless gesture as it flopped back immediately.
"Of course, but..."
"It's not a destination for me, Ben. Sure it's nice and all to get there, but the journey is just as much fun."
"If you're sure?' Ben asked.
"Yeah. I'm good. I'm more than good, in fact. For a first time with someone new that was pretty damn great."
"You won't get an argument from me there." Ben said, crawling out of bed to take care of the condom. She watched his slim figure and that delicious bum walk to the bathroom and had a momentary squee of school-girl triumph, I just banged Mobil Boy! she crowed to herself, pleased as punch.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something? it's still pretty early? Or do you have to go into work at ass o'clock?" Emily called out.
"Let's watch something. I want to mindlessly cuddle with you. Bask in the after-glow." he responded, stepping out of the bathroom and retrieving his boxers.
"Do you want a tee shirt?" Emily asked, knowing thaty she wouldn't want to have to put dress clothes on right after sex. When he nodded she fished an Our Lady Peace concert tee out of her dresser and tossed it to him, feeling a little smug at how hot he looked in her shirt.
Pulling on her own tee shirt and undies, she grabbed a blanket of the end of the bed and followed Ben to the living room. After an argument with the dogs abut who did and did not belong on the couch, Emily and Ben won and picked out something suitably mindless on Netflix to stare at. Something about some chick named Mary.
Ben slept over that night and the next day they spent being lazy, doing silly puzzle games online, and fooling around like kids again (the parts of the disaproving parents were played by the dogs). Emily also squeezed in some editing, last minute gifts for parents, grandparents, lovers, and the like, sent them to the printer at work where they'd be ready for pick-up tomorrow, and frowned. With all the Ben action she'd woefully neglected her Christmas shopping list and that dreaded day was only two days away.
"Shit." she mumbled, thinking about who she had to buy for and what she could get them.
"What?" querried Ben from his placeon the couch.
"Christmas gifts. I've procrastinated and now I have to face the crowds. Ugh."
"Yeah. I did that months ago. I hate crowds. But speaking of the holidays, do you have plans for New Year's Eve yet?"
"Well, Hol and I were going to get drunk on cheap champagne and watch the ball drop on TV... Unless you have a better plan?"
"I might." Ben said, mysteriously.
"Well, it needs to be a good one for me to ditch Hol on new Year's, so out with it." Em swivveled her chair around to face Ben, the better to hear of his mysteriously better plans.
"I was thinking, We've been dating for a month, and I've slept over, and you've met my dog... So maybe we could try ringing in the new year with a more formalized agreement?"
More formalized agreement, what? Emily thought and her confusion must have showed.
"Um... What we talked about? The whole Dom and sub thing?" Ben blushed and it was quite adorable.
"You're cute when you blush." Emily said while thinking about what ben had suggested. They had talked about it, a few times, and she knew they'd get there eventually... But it worried her a little. She liked what they had, the easiness of it, the fun, and nobody in the books or porn seemed to have any fun.
"I'm not cute, I'm a manly shade of pink, and you're changing the subject."
"I'm thinking."
"About what?" asked Ben, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
"About that changing this. About how nobody ever seems to be having fun. About how fast and far and... Stuff." Emily fiddled with a pencil on her desk, refusing to meet Ben's eyes.
"So we'll start slow, with little things. We'll keep it fun because I don't want "serious business" all the time either. And we can limit the time, too. We don't have to do it all the time all at once. Maybe just on my days off?"
Emily nodded at the pencil, and Ben crossed the floor to pet her hair, soothingly. "Well call it an expirament. Sometimes they work, and sometimes you have to tweak things to make them work. It won't be a bid deal if something doesn't work, we'll just know that we tried and it wasn't for us."
"That sounds very reasonable." Emily responded, leaning into the petting. "Maybe this week, since we'll kind of be too busy to get together, we can trade ideas via email? You can send me your ideas, I'll reply with mine. We'll hash it out?"
"Also very reasonable." Ben said. "I like that idea. Not really a fan of not getting to see you till New Year's though."
"You'll survive." Emily quipped, nudging him with her elbow.
"You've seen my fridge, I might not."
(There are 14 completed chapters. If folks want to read more, let me know and I'll post them)
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