Chapter 4: Overnight

Ben’s bedroom, much like the rest of his house, was more disheveled than genuinely messy. There was no dirty laundry on the floor, and while his bed was unmade, it was spacious enough for two. I did notice several suits in his closet, which made sense for someone who worked at the courthouse and needed to dress formally.

I looked at him, waiting. Sadly, the bulb over his head had gone out. So, like a preschool child, I raised my arms over my head. He still didn’t get it.

“Pay attention, Ben. Help me out of my top.”

“Right away. Sorry.”

“Now the bra. Push the ends together over my spine to unfasten the hooks. Yeah, that’s it.”

While the damn thing fell off, I took in my customary breath of satisfied relief. Somewhere in the world there must be a unicorn bra for me that stays comfortable all day. I haven’t found it yet.

He was still behind me, but I felt his hands come around my waist and unfasten the button on my pants.

“Wait, Ben. Help me get my shoes off first.”

Getting to his knees, he put his shoulder against my hip for stability while I raised up my feet, one after the other. I was wearing little ankle-high nylon stockings, which he removed as well. Throughout, he held my feet as if they were precious to him.

“Does he have a fetish?” I wondered.

Reaching up to my waist again, he asked politely if he could take off the pants and underwear.

“Please.”

Again, he steadied me while I stepped out of the pant legs. Surprising me, he kissed one of my butt cheeks.

“I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Kiss my ass?”

“Exactly. It’s fun!”

“If you say so. I’m not proud of my butt; it’s too big.”

“Iris, I think it’s perfect, and I hope to go on kissing it. I’m going to take a minute to undress myself, OK?”

“Hell, no. It’s my turn to undress you.”

Guys are easy to undress, except for the part where they are so stiff they push on the zipper and where you have to pull the waistband so far away from their belly just to clear their hard-on. His cock was just short of being fully rigid, and the size was just right, as Goldilocks might say.

“Acceptable?” he asked softly.

“Ideal, ” I told him, with a smile. He seemed to relax. Guys and their worries—they’re so stupid. You can tell them until you’re blue in the face that they satisfy you, and they still fret about their dick size.

I maneuvered my face to where I could start giving him a blowjob, but I put his hand on my head.

“No, Iris, you’re out of order. Get up on the bed, please.”

He guided me onto the middle of the bed with my knees up and spread wide. Lowering his face, he attacked my pussy with his lips and tongue, leaving me helpless to resist. Ben didn’t need any coaching; he lathered my clit and labia as if he owned some too.

“God! I’m already coming!” I cried. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“All in good time, Iris.”

“NOW is a good time, you nut!”

Persevering, Ben lapped at me while pushing in with his fingers. I thought the first orgasm was great, but the second one had my whole body seizing up and gasping for breath.

“Stop!” was all I could say while pushing away his head. When I had more self-control, I flipped him over and sat, impaling myself. Given my natural lubrication and all his slurping, guiding him inside was hardly necessary. He slipped in as easily as a $20 bill fits into a stripper’s G-string.

At the bottom of my first stroke, I paused for a few moments, adapting to his intrusion.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Yeah, just moving the cobwebs and dust bunnies inside out of the way.”

We grinned at each other; I started humping him. After that last tremendous climax, I wasn’t too attentive to my own pleasure. However, he was hitting every little favorite spot inside me. It really was a Goldicock. And his blissful face encouraged me.

“I’m getting, uh, close. Should you hop off?”

“Not a chance! I want to feel you.”

I added a grind to each downstroke, wiping my clit in his curly hairs. His body stiffened under me, and I felt his hands pressing down on my ass to hold me tightly against him. Being held still, I could feel his cock seem to swell and pulse. Extra moisture started seeping down around the shaft and dripping out of me.

Hot. Hot. Hot.

“Where have you been all my life, Ben?”

“Where will you be the rest of my life, Iris?”

“If I’m lucky, right fucking here, uh, right here fucking. Am I heavy? Should I move?”

“You just stay right there, sweetie. That was amazing, incredible, impossible, and other words I can’t think of right now.”

I didn’t want to play thesaurus, so I leaned down and kissed him, with an open mouth and active tongue. There was a taste of me in there; I didn’t mind it. Suddenly, he startled a little.

“Iris, I should have asked about birth control.”

“Shh. It’s OK; my period is four days away, and I’m very regular. In the future, we’ll use something when we do this again until I can get back on the pill and it takes full effect.”

“When we do this again?”

“Yes, doofus, again. And again and again. But next time, you will be on top doing the work.”