4
Jenny
It’s early when I wake up the next morning. I can’t sleep in. Not after what happened between me and Ben on the docks. I can’t believe I kissed him and touched his dick. Granted, it was on the outside of his shorts, but I was brave enough to do that which isn’t like me at all. I’ve always thought he was an attractive and very sexy man, but I never thought in a million years that he would be interested in me too. Now that I know he is, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from him. And I’m going to make damn sure that he can’t stand to stay away from me either.
I get up out of bed and go downstairs to get something to drink. When I’m about halfway down the stairs I see Ben sleeping on the couch and stop. No one else is awake. Tulip and Annie sleep like the dead and so do the boys, and my parents rarely wake up before 8am. It’s just me. And Ben. Alone.
I pad toward him with bare feet, light enough to keep the floorboards from squeaking beneath me. He’s handsome even in sleep. His hair is adorably mussed, and his arm is draped across his forehead, showing off incredible muscles and a broad, hairless bare chest.
My heart is pounding in my chest and my sweaty hands shake as I reach out and touch his cock over the covers. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. But after what happened between us yesterday, and the things that were said, I don’t think he’ll be mad about it.
At first I’m just touching his leg I think, but as I move my hand around, I find it. It slowly grows hard beneath my touch and my pussy tingles knowing I’m arousing him in his sleep. He groans, and I slip my other hand into my panties and touch myself. I’m soaking wet already and I begin to rub myself at the same time I’m rubbing him.
His hips start to thrust toward my hand, and when I look at his face, he’s not asleep after all. He’s looking right at me.
I gasp, about to pull my hand away, but then he grabs it and guides it under the covers. When my hand touches the bare skin of his cock a slight moan involuntarily leaves my mouth. He’s naked under there. Does he always sleep naked? The thought excites me even more.
I grasp him in my hand and start to move it, slowly jerking him off. But the problem is I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m afraid my grip is all wrong. I’m too wound up in my head. I start to question everything I’m doing. Am I going too fast, or not fast enough? Am I squeezing too hard? I’ve heard touching the head of the dick can be arousing, but I’ve also heard it can be too much for a guy.
It’s all too much! I think about letting go and not doing it, but then his eyes close and he groans louder. The look on his face is pure pleasure, so I guess I’m doing something right. I keep going.
I start to pull my hand out of my panties, but he says, “No, keep playing with your pussy.”
I do what he tells me to do and he watches me intently as I rub my clit with my left hand and jerk him off with my right. I feel that familiar tingle rising up as my orgasm grows closer to the surface. I can tell it’s going to be a strong one. Stronger than anything I’ve had lately while just fantasizing about older men. Having the one man I really want right in front of me, touching his big cock, I’m more turned on than I have ever been before.
I try to hold back but I can’t. As my orgasm slams into me, my grip loosens on Ben’s cock. He grabs my hand and wraps his around mine, using my hand to jerk himself off, doing all the work by stroking himself while I’m distracted by the hurricane of bliss rolling through me.
It’s only seconds before he’s getting off too. His cock grows rigid, harder than I think a cock is capable of, just before shooting his load. The warm, sticky mess it makes beneath the covers coats my fingers.
We’re staring into each other’s eyes, and he’s about to say something when I hear my mother’s voice upstairs. I pull my hand out from under the covers and wipe it on my t-shirt, leaving a streak of cum across my breasts.
“Jenny, are you down there?” my mom calls out. Her steps are heavy as she comes down the steps.
I dart into the kitchen before she can see me standing over Ben. I’m not sure what he’s doing. Maybe pretending to be asleep. I don’t stick around to find out. It was too close of a call for my comfort.
“Yeah Mom, I’m making pancakes for everyone. Hope you’re hungry.”
“That sounds wonderful, honey.”
Great. Now I’m stuck making breakfast. I don’t mind too much though, because while I’m busy making breakfast, I have the time alone to replay what happened between me and Ben in my head. The feel of his cock was divine. I’ve never touched one before. I’ve seen plenty on Instagram and other social media stuff, but it felt different than I was expecting, and it was WAY bigger than I was expecting too. I’m sort of addicted. I just want to touch it again.
* * *
I was hoping to have the kitchen to myself to think about Ben, but I guess that’s not going to happen. My mom comes into the room and is delighted to see me making pancakes the way she taught me. Not from the box, but from scratch and with real blue berries, not those canned things in the syrup.
My heart continues to pound. I’ve never touched a man like that before and it was exhilarating. My thighs are still sticky from my orgasm.
Walking around the kitchen island, I lean over to take a peek at Ben. He gets up and walks into the bathroom. He must have slipped his boxers on under the covers and is going to clean himself up. I smile knowing I did that to him. I’d been so worried I was doing something wrong, but clearly I wasn’t.
When he returns, he walks into the kitchen, yawning and stretching as if he’d just woken up. I can feel my cheeks burning, and when my mom isn’t looking, he smiles and winks at me. My mom goes to wake up the boys, and while she’s gone, it’s just me and Ben in the kitchen. While I make pancakes, he goes behind me and does the dishes. He asks about college and all the things I plan to do while I’m there. He’s always been so easy to talk to. I try not to think about what it would be like to do this with Ben every morning, make breakfast and talk about the future. But I can’t help it. It’s nice and I would love for his face to be the first thing I see in the morning, every morning.
Stop Jenny, I chide myself. I can’t be thinking like that. What Ben and I are doing would never be accepted by our families. I start to wonder if I should keep up this secret affair the whole vacation or if I should stop now before things get too far. Not just with the physical stuff, but with the feelings as well. I can’t let myself fall for him.