Chances Aren't (18 page)

Instead of answering I simply shake my head yes and sigh. Placing one hand on each of her thighs, I slowly slide them toward her and she spreads her legs wide as she leans back on her elbows and groans. I kiss her stomach and make my way lower. Suddenly, she stops me with a hand to my forehead. "You don't have to."

"I want to."

"No, really, you don’t have to."

Nodding my head yes, I tell her, "I can do better. Please let me try."

She grimaces a moment before saying, "Okay."

"I promise—"

"Just don't be so rough." She nods yes with pleading eyes.

Placing her feet on the edge of the bed, she spreads her legs apart. Before me, she opens up like a flower and I can see she's soaked. I kiss her on either side of where I want to spend the rest of my life, teasing her in my attempt to take it slow. Watching me with what I perceive is a skeptical look, she lets out a soft moan. I press my tongue slowly inside of her.

She gasps. "Oh, Ben."

She is soaked, but it's not just from her. Ugggh, I know this taste, it's my friend from the next room. I should have stopped him before he deposited inside her, not just once but twice. Shit, I really wanted to taste her, just her. It's not like I haven't been in this situation before, I've gone down on my wife a handful of times after, you know, and powered through it. It's not the worst thing in the world, but certainly not my preference. I shudder, but tell myself I can do this.

Sliding up, I place tiny licks on her clitoris before looking her in the eye. "Is this… okay?"

She nods wearing a dizzied look.

I return to her, licking her slowly. Taking hold of my hair, she pulls me closer. I take the hint and press my tongue deeper. I spread her legs wider with my hands and smash my face into her, desperate to extend my short tongue in as far as it will go. I pull back, gazing at her parts and sigh before getting back to work. Starting lower now, I lick her slowly all the way up to her clit, then back and forth over and over again.

She's lying fully back now with her hands clenching the sheets and I know I'm doing this better— I'm doing this right. I slip two fingers into her slowly, curling them upward searching for her G-spot. Something young Ben would never have known to do. Our eyes meet and I smile at her.

"Oh, God…" she cries out before flailing her head back and opening her mouth wide.

Returning my mouth to her, I swirl my tongue around her clit over and over again as I rub her with my fingers in just the right spot, adjusting my pressure and speed with the strength of her moans. She gets louder and louder as it goes on and on, my tongue straining, my fingers aching and my throat burning for what young Ben left behind for me. I don’t care about any of it. I soldier on, my brow sweating, making noises like it’s the best thing I've ever tasted, driving her closer and closer to the brink. Then suddenly it's upon her. Her body convulses, she cries out loudly and squirms on the bed. I press my mouth into her, she pulls back and covers her pulsating parts to keep me away, retreating higher up on the mattress pulling her legs to her chest along the way.

I can only imagine young Ben locked in the closet hearing this, hearing her enjoying this more, and wanting to kill me for real this time. I climb up on the bed next to her wearing a proud smile. Panting, she rolls on her side facing away and struggles to catch her breath. I place my hand on her hip and feel her soft skin, my hand melts into the gentle curve of her ass.

Kissing her shoulder, I slip a hand around and cup her breasts. She turns to look at me, breathless. "How did… Where did you learn that?"

"I don't know." I swallow hard. "I was just really, really inspired."

"Wow..." Her eyes flutter and she takes a deep breath. "That was wonderful."

My heart skips a beat. Last time she said that only when prompted and it wasn't until the morning. She could have been lying, but here in the heat of it all, right smack dab in the middle of it, those words have to be coming from the heart.

"Are you okay? Do you need to rest or…" I say.

She shakes her head and whispers softly, "No."

Taking hold of my erection she strokes it gently while looking me in the eye. I rise to my knees and move close to her bringing it to her lips. I've got to feel them wrapped around me again. She takes me in her mouth and I stare at her unable to breathe. It's better than I imagined it would be. She places a hand under my balls as she gently teases me with her mouth. She works me over with her expert mouth and tongue for a long, long time. My eyes roll back in my head and I reach down and squeeze her nipples before sliding a finger back inside her. She groans and sucks me harder, taking me deeper still.

In one quick motion, I maneuver around, lifting my leg over her head until I'm on all fours over her with my face buried between her thighs.
Now I'm just showing off.

We stay like this for several minutes and it's incredibly hot. She's moaning and enthusiastically working me over with her mouth and tongue as I eagerly return the favor.

Suddenly she nudges my hips away. "Fuck me."

I pull away from her, breathlessly. "What?"

"Fuck me."

You don’t have to tell me three times.
I carefully climb off of her and swing around positioning myself until my erection is poking between her legs. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply, driving my tongue into her mouth. I lift up and direct my manhood inside of her. We gasp at the same moment, staring into each other's eyes as I press fully into her. She takes hold of my hips and guides me. I desperately want to please her again. Rising up on my tip toes I thrust into her harder and harder, faster and faster. We keep up this pace for what seems like forever and several times her moaning increases as if she's close, but it's short lived and fades away. I know she won't get there this way so I stop moving and ask, "Do you want to turn over?"

Without saying a word, she grins and turns over. I slip back inside of her and place a hand under her searching for her clit. She cries out, "Oh, Ben."

I rub her harder, drive into her faster and she's making those noises again, only louder. I keep going and going, the veins in my forehead surely about to explode, my muscles straining, my arms tiring. I must please her again. I have to, you know, I did come all this way.

After adjusting my angle higher, she shutters and screams out in pleasure. I strain harder as she pulls my hand from beneath her and I focus in on my own climax. I stare down at her beautiful body and watch as I slide in and out of her and that does it. Groaning out loud, I finally get the climax I've been daydreaming about for twenty five years and it's everything I thought it would be. My heart is beating out of my chest, I've never felt like this before. We were meant to be together, I know it. I flop down on her, panting and spent. We lay together recovering in the afterglow of the best sex of my life or even two lifetimes. She turns to me and whispers, "Oh, wow…"

"Yeah, wow," I say and I couldn't agree more.

Soft music spills out of the clock radio, yanking me from sleep. I struggle to open my eyes and see it's 7:40. I fumble blindly with buttons until the music stops then groan under my breath that I hate my job— that I hate my life. Opening my eyes wider, I'm disoriented as I look around the shabby room. I turn to see Laura in the tiny single bed next to me. I'm still here, it's not a dream— there's no job to hate, no life to hate. I'm still with her. She's asleep and breathing softly. I smile, sitting up in bed carefully so as not to wake her and watch her for a solid minute before slowly and quietly slipping from beneath the covers to the floor.

Then it hits me, the one thing I forgot. "Shit," I mumble under my breath as I grab my boxer shorts and pull them on. I tip toe across the room, picking up the clothes young Ben wore last night to work. Turning the corner to Alan's side of the room, I'm somehow surprised to see the chair still propped up under the closet's door knob. Standing in front of closet, I brace myself for the worst then carefully pull the chair away.

I wait a moment and don't hear any noises coming from inside. I open the door and find him curled up lying on top of a pile of clothes inside.

Kneeling down, I put my hand over his mouth and his eyes shoot open with alarm. I put one finger to my own lips and shake my head no. "Shhh… She's still asleep."

He gives me an angry look and I pull my hand from his mouth. "It's almost 7:45." I back away from the closet.

He rises to his feet grimacing and stretching his neck from side to side. "Fuck you."

"Okay, I suppose I had that coming." I hand him the bundle of mashed clothing.

"Don't even talk to me."

"I think she actually likes us now. Listen, you go to work and let me talk to her. I'll set up a date with her for tonight."

"Can't tonight," He pulls on his shirt. "I'm meeting Alan in Fells Point."

"What?" I whisper, suddenly alarmed.

"Alan and I are—"

"No, you don't want to do that." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" He frowns, shrugging me off.

"I'll explain later, but you cannot go to Fells Point tonight."

"Whatever." After pulling his underwear and black pants on, he gives me a tired look. "I need my socks and shoes."

"Stay here. I'll get them."

When I return, he sits down on Alan's bed pausing a moment before he gives me a hopeful look. "Does she really like us?" He cringes, sickened. "I can't believe I just said that. I mean, does she really like me?"

"She does. She really does."

He smiles briefly before standing, looking me in the eye and pointing to the closet. "That whole thing was not cool."

"I know. I know, but I just had to take over and fix it. I promise you I've fixed it."

He looks at Alan's clock radio and mumbles, "Shit, I'm going to be late."

"Last night was pretty amazing wasn't it?" I give him a big smile.

"It was right up to the point you locked me in a closet."

"A necessary bump in the road."

"Uh-huh." He shuffles past me and together we tip toe to the door. He carefully opens it and steps out to the hall. As I go to close it he stops it with his hand and whispers, "Hey what are you going to tell her? She thinks I'm supposed to go to work this morning."

"Don't worry about it." I give him a confident nod.

"Don't have sex with her again."

"I won't." Curling my lip, I struggle to keep a straight face.

"I'm serious."

"Ben." A guy in the hall says. I quickly move a step back and close the door.

Quietly I poke my head around the corner and find Laura still asleep. After pulling off my boxers, I carefully slip into bed next to her. Wearing a satisfied smile, I just watch her breathe for a few minutes, before drifting off myself.

"Hey, don't you have to work?"

I'm started awake by Laura's voice and lift my head off the pillow momentarily before flopping back down. "Huh?"

"Aren't you late for work?"

"No, I, uh..." I turn on my back to find her sitting up next to me. "No, I called in and they didn't need me."

"Oh." She rubs her eyes and looks around the room until she spots the clock. "It's after ten. I've got to go."

"What?"

"I need to go."

Wrapping my arm around her back, I lay my head on her thigh and gaze up to her face. "Last night was… it was amazing."

"It was fun, yeah."

I flash a sexy grin. "I think you called it wonderful last night."

"I did. I did. And it was, but I've really got to go."

"No, stay. I'll, uh, do a little more of what I did to you last night, then take you to breakfast."

"I really can't. I need to get home."

"Oh, okay."

She's looking down at me wearing an annoyed expression. "Can you please get up? I'm blocked in."

"Sure." Pulling up from her, I sit up and lean my back against the wall. She pulls her legs up to her chest and scoots down and off the bed. Standing before me, her fully naked body is now on display for the first time. I'm tilting my head drinking in her tone legs and shapely ass. "Wow, you are gorgeous."

"Thanks." She picks up her panties and pulls them on.

I watch her, captivated, as she puts on the rest of her clothes. When she's done, I say, "I'd like to see you later."

"Oh, that's sweet, but I can't."

"Really?" I ask, shocked. "I thought we had a great time and—"

"I'm seeing someone," she blurts out.

"Really, I didn’t know you were. Is it serious?"

"It was. We're sorta broken up at the moment, but I'm really confused right now about everything." Running her fingers through her hair, she turns to look at me with her lip quivering a little. "I..."

"What?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Are you okay?"

She smiles as she makes her way to sit next to me on the bed. "Last night was pretty amazing."