9. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Sam
B randy totally betrayed me, and I've yet to forgive her. She thinks it was very brave of Ben to invite me out. I don't think I can survive the outing. All these days that we've skipped the dating lessons, I've been checking him out from afar. I've got cameras in my shop, and when I get home, I turn on the feed and watch him work. I know it's stalker behavior, but I'm addicted to this man.
Inside, of course, I am jumping for joy that we have a date. A real date. I find myself counting the days, hours, and minutes before it happens. Brandy and I have spent an inordinate amount of money shopping for something suitable for me to wear, even though we don't know where he's taking me. We spend the nights the way we did when we were schoolgirls, gossiping and practicing what we will say to the boys we like.
Brandy's husband, Erik, joins us sometimes, but he thinks we're being silly. The truth is, we really are. I finally relent, and on Saturday morning, I text Ben about what I should wear. His answer is short and concise.
Ben: Wear something warm
Me: That's all you're going to give me?
Ben: Yup. Hat, gloves and scarf too.
Me: You're insufferable
Ben: evil face emoji
If I need to be warm, it means we're probably going to do something outdoors. I don't love the cold weather, but I guess I can put up with it if it comes with a side of Ben. I think back to that night when we danced, bodies smashed together against one another, and feeling the heat emanating from him like a furnace. I felt like a tiny kitten, loved, and protected in his arms.
I try not to think about the kiss because of the effects it has on me. I start blushing and getting naughty thoughts. I know it was just a simple kiss, but it was a fiery one, full of passion and desire. Ben wanted me at that moment, and I wanted him back. When eight o'clock comes, I'm bundled up in my warmest clothes and starting to get restless.
There's the doorbell. My heart skips a beat. I've yet to put on the outer garments of my outfit, but I'm wondering if he wants to come in. I open the door and see Ben's handsome face grinning at me like a loon. I guess he's as happy as I am that we're doing this date.
"Hey, Ben. Do you want to come in?"
"I think we'd better go."
He extends his hand to me, and I take it, almost forgetting the hat, gloves, and scarf.
"Oh, wait."
"Let me help you."
He grabs the items from the coat rack and starts putting them on me one by one. The whole gesture is filled with tenderness and caring, making me melt for him. Once he makes sure I'm completely bundled up like a burrito, he takes my gloved hand again and pulls me towards his truck. He opens the door for me, and I get in. I check the back seat, and see a big thermos and some blankets.
When we are on our way, I realize he's going to the skating rink—but I don't know how to skate. I'm embarrassed to admit it out loud.
"Um, can we go somewhere else?"
"Why? Don't you like ice skating?"
"I…"
"It's okay, that's why I brought the hot chocolate and the blankets, we can cuddle on the back seat and watch everyone else run around in the rink. I'd love to hear how your reunion with your friend is going.
"I'd like that, thanks."
He finds a good parking spot, and I take a moment to search deep inside myself for some courage.
"I don't know how to ice skate." I blurt out.
"You don't? Do you want to learn?"
"I'd like to try, but I can't make any promises. I'm a klutz."
"You've got to stop with the negative self-talk, beautiful. I've watched you closely the past week and a half, and you are definitely not a klutz."
"Let's do it, then."
As it turns out, I am a klutz on the ice. The fun part is, most of the time, Ben catches me in his arms and I get to look up at his gorgeous face and feel protected by him.
After an hour, my fanny hurts, and I'm ready to give up.
"Ben, it's no use. I'm freezing. My jeans are wet, and my ass hurts."
"Okay, let's go sit in the truck."
He spreads one blanket on the back seat, and we sit close together. The other blanket goes over us and he starts to pour hot chocolate for us. I'm really uncomfortable, so I start taking off my jeans.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I'm taking off my wet clothes."
When I toss the jeans aside, I realize I'm in a vulnerable position. I trust Ben, so I'll just make sure to keep the blanket securely over the lower half of my body. I see Ben gulp, but he keeps pouring the hot chocolate. He hands me my cup, and I take it into both my hands, taking advantage of the added warmth it brings.
I sip the warm liquid, and it feels like I've been transported to heaven.
"Oh my god, this is so good. Did you make it?"
"Yeah, it's my grandma Esther's secret recipe."
"What's the secret?"
"I can't tell you. She'd have my hide if I ever did that. I can pass it on to my children, though."
"Fine. Be like that."
"Just think of me as the designated hot chocolate maker." His features turn softer as he looks at me for the longest time. "Are you enjoying your time with Brandy?"
"We're having fun. That's all that matters."
Ben puts his arm around me, and we snuggle closer. I watch the kids in the rink skate and pull stunts like jumps and twirls, and I grow envious.
"I should have learned to skate when I was a kid. It wouldn't have been as traumatic as learning now is."
"Why didn't you learn?"
"I tried to teach myself, but I fell down a lot, as you witnessed today, so I just let it go."
"We'll try again some other time."
He places a kiss on my forehead, and we stay like that for the longest time. When he finally says something, it's not the words I want to hear.
"I should take you home."
I nod in agreement, and he moves up to the driver's seat. I roll myself up in the blanket and move to the front through the gap between the seats. I'm not putting on those wet jeans again. We sit in companionable silence during the drive, and I keep sneaking looks at him. I wonder what it'd be like to be his. To have permission to touch him whenever I wanted to.
When we get to my house, he parks the car and smiles at me.
"What's on your mind, beautiful?"
"What?"
"You've had this silly grin on your face for the longest time. I want to know what's got you so happy."
"Do you want to come inside?"
"Sure, but let me come around and get you because you're not wearing any shoes."
He ignored the fact that I was practically naked underneath the blanket. Coming to my side, he opens the door and before I know it, he scoops me up, bride-style, and carries me towards the front door of my house. I search for my keys in my bag and open the door. He goes into the living room and places me on the couch. I want to complain, but I kind of like being treated like a bride.
I wait while he goes back and gets my jeans, socks, and boots. When he closed the door behind him, I saw that he had brought the thermos with him. Good man. We don't want to waste any of that nectar. I get up, holding the blanket close around me, and let him know I'm going to change into something more comfortable. I cringe when I say that. I sound like I'm in an old fifties movie.
"Take your time, beautiful. I'll go heat up the chocolate."
Coming back a few minutes later, wearing a loose shirt and some comfortable leggings, I find him serving us some more cocoa in a couple of my Christmas cups. He brings the tray from the kitchen and places it on the coffee table. Being treated like this makes me feel special. He sits down, and I practically crawl on top of him, with how close to him I sit.
I feel emboldened by how close we've become, and I take his cup from him and place it on the table. I settle my hands on his face and look him straight in the eyes.
"Stop being such a gentleman."
"Oh, yeah? Is that why you were grinning in the car? You want me to take advantage of you?"
"Oh, shut up."
I pull his face down to mine and plant a sultry kiss on his lips. My lips are starved for his, and I unknowingly start a battle of wills between our mouths, our lips, and our tongues. His hand is on my waist, and I grab it and place it on my breast. My nipples are already at attention, and the heat from his hand is making me melt, even through the fabric. Ben pulls away for a moment, and I'm gasping for air.
"You're a little minx, aren't you?"
How do I even answer that? All I know is I want more of his touch all over my body. I straddle him and go in for another passionate kiss. He responds in kind, and I feel his hands settle on my hips. I nip his lips a few times, teasing him, and from where I'm sitting, I can feel how he responds.
So, he's not completely immune to my attempts. I can work with that.
His hands move underneath my shirt, teasing my stomach with his thumbs. I break out in goosebumps because of it and a moan bursts out of my mouth. Those hands of his belong to a man who works hard for a living. I don't mind that they're rough with calluses. That turns me on even more. When he gets to my breasts, he pulls the bra right over my mounds, letting them free.
He pinches my nipples, and this time, I groan with the pleasure he's giving me. He knows the exact amount of pressure to use to make me squirm in his arms. I lift my arms so that he is able to take off the shirt, and he does so easily. His gaze is dark with need. He's looking at me as if I am prey, and I don't mind one bit being caught.
"You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen, beautiful."
"Do you always say things to me with the intent of making me blush?"
"I just say what's on my mind. I like it when you blush."
I wiggle against his cock so that he doesn't let his mind get off track. His large cock immediately pushes against my ass. His hands go down to said ass, and he squeezes my cheeks. Our eyes are locked together, and I find it difficult to think. He then peels my leggings off, including my underwear. I get up to help him get rid of the clothes and take off my bra completely.
He pulls me back on top of him, and my body shivers with emotion. I'm completely naked in his arms. He's the one in control and I'm vulnerable. And, for once in my life, I don't care. His hands go up and down my body with slow, measured movements. It's like he's learning every inch, and that makes me feel treasured.
When I lean down to kiss him again, he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and flops me on my back, and he gets between my legs. I feel the rough fabric of his jeans against my skin and I go to open them up, but he blocks me. Then he grabs my hands and puts them above my head. His grasp is tight enough that I can't get loose but loose enough that it won't hurt me.
His other hand travels around my face, down my neck, and then in the vee of my legs. I push my legs open as much as possible to give him all the access he needs. His fingers find my moist center, and he slathers them in my arousal. I'm shaking now with the expectation of what he's planning to do to me, how he will give me pleasure. Because I can see it in his eyes. He's desperate to make me feel good.
I almost jump off the couch when his thumb starts circling my clit.
"So wet for me. I bet you taste really sweet, like honey."
At this point, all I can do is mumble whatever words of consent I can. Suddenly, his fingers open me up, and he slides one digit inside me. My pussy immediately clenches down on it and doesn't want to let it go. I'm so drenched that his finger slides easily in and out of me, and he adds another one when I start arching my hips against him.
"More," I beg.
He adds another finger and I start to feel a bit full. This is so nice, but I'd really prefer his cock. We've got all night, however, so I'm not too worried. I gasp when he starts fingerfucking me in earnest. His face is between my breasts, and he licks and kisses them as much as he can. I struggle a bit with the hand that's keeping me still.
"I want to touch you," I whisper.
Immediately, my hands are freed, and I wrap my arms around him. It's silly, but I don't really want to let him go. He lifts himself on his forearms and looks into my eyes. I open my mouth to moan, but nothing comes out. My orgasm is building and building inside me, and the closeness that I feel to Ben is making it easy to just let go. Let it happen.
My moan finally comes out as my pussy convulses around Ben's fingers. He doesn't stop thrusting until all my tremors have stopped, and I'm finally limp underneath him. He trades places with me so that his back is to the seat of the couch, and I'm on top of him. I grab his shirt and make a fist. I want this man to be mine.
We wait a few minutes until my heartbeat returns to normal. Ben keeps placing small kisses on top of my head, and I marvel at how gentle and kind he can be.
Now, I can show him how not-so-gentle I can be. I reach for the button of his jeans and unfasten it. Then the zipper goes down. When I'm about to go fishing inside his boxers, a phone rings.
"I'm sorry. I need to get that. That's my grandma's ringtone."
We sit back on the couch while he takes the call. I use a throw that's on top of my chair to cover myself. Whatever is going on at the other end of that line seems to be important. Ben looks at me anxiously after he hangs up.
"My grandmother has had a fall. Danny took her to the hospital. I've got to go."
"Can I come with you? I'll get dressed really fast."
"Are you sure, though? You'll be meeting my family."
"I think I can handle it."
If I wasn't freaked out before, I am now. Just how big is the Hoffer family, and will Grandma Esther like me? I guess I am about to find out.