by Lucian Bane
She hurried to his bed and sat then proceeded to try and speak three different times.
“What? Is dad okay?”
“He. He’s different!”
“Oh no,” Charlie whispered. “How? He wants to spend time with me after his tests he told me.”
“When did he tell you that?” she wondered.
“Before he left for his testing.”
“God.” She looked at him, shaking her head. “I’m a mess Charlie,” she said, letting it all go and just crumpling inside. “Your dad remembers things but…it’s the things he doesn’t remember that are hard.”
“Like what?”
“He doesn’t remember us! Me and him! Then there are times I think he does remember, and he’s pissed at what he remembers. And I don’t blame him!”
“But…does he not…like you?”
Her head went to shake no, then yes, getting stuck in between, confusing Charlie. “He does like me,” she nodded, looking at her lap.
“I don’t…you know I don’t like details.”
“Oh, I know,” she said lightly, nodding. “And I don’t like to tell them. But…he likes me.”
“You say that like that’s bad but…it sounds good.”
“Depends how you look at it?”
“How are you looking at it?”
“Like…” she shook her head, covering her face. “He’s different, he’s more…bold and…direct and…bold!”
“Mom, he doesn’t remember what his memories feel like, remember?”
“It’s like we’ve jumped time, Charlie,” she said, wringing her hands in her lap. “He’s not the same, and I don’t think he ever will be the same.”
“But…I mean he can re-learn emotions.”
“From new experiences, yes.”
“So just start over,” Charlie said. “Pretend you’re dating for the first time? Dad got a new life. He’s alive, mom. That’s what’s important. Right?”
It took a second before Cheryl lunged on her son and hugged him. “You’re so wise! I can’t believe how wise you are,” she said while he awkwardly patted her till she pulled away. “And you’re right. I just…need to start over.” If he was willing to.
“Yes,” he said, like she was creating problems out of nothing.
And she was. Because she was really good at that.
“How are you and Alice?”
He eyed her for a moment then reclined on his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Well I haven’t tried finding any dice.”
Cheryl snickered, grinning at him. “Sometimes the best way to play it safe is not playing at all.”
He nodded. “I’m going to talk to dad about it,” he said, or warned.
Cheryl had to bite her tongue. “That’s good,” she forced. “You need to bond. And show him your video.”
“I will. I’m kind of looking forward to it. I prayed, and God gave me a calm about it.”
Cheryl was envious. She felt inferior to Charlie religious wise. God seemed to answer everything that boy prayed. Which she was glad for.
“I need to get supper cooked. Ben wants what I used to cook for him. His favorite.”
“See?” Charlie said. “He’s trying.”
“He is,” she said, more for Charlie’s sake. She wasn’t sure at all really. The way he asked for it said he was up to proving something. Everything was some form of threat with him or felt like it.
“Well, thank you for the chat.” She stood and patted his leg and headed to the door. “We have marriage counseling tomorrow and don’t forget on Friday is our first family counseling. You ready for that?”
“Yep,” he said, launching over his bed at the crackle of the walkie-talkie. “Go mom,” he hissed.
“Going.” She blew a kiss before shutting the door.
She went to the kitchen and got out all the fixings for her homemade meat loaf. “AHNS put on Johnny Cash, Ain’t No Grave.” The room filled with the familiar deep pluck of guitar and she began dancing while working. A little over an hour later, she had everything in the oven or simmering.
The second hour, she finished the laundry and caught Yan up on all the details. It was so nice having a woman to talk to. Her own advice sounded a lot like Charlie’s and that felt like the confirmation she needed. She also learned that Lo found out that Charlie was practicing physical boundaries and earned major points with him over that one. She couldn’t wait to tell him. He’d feel like his efforts weren’t for nothing.
God, one more hour and Ben would be back. The idea that he’d run into Dr. Ramaldy again always came with a vicious boil in her stomach.
She considered Ben, now. If she hadn’t known him as another person before this, she’d think…he was rude. But not really, if she were being fair. He was just honest and unpracticed with…couth. He was scary. Or was he? She couldn’t deny he was cuter than in his picture. Not nearly as cute as Ben but…he had a different kind of… darker, rugged, brutish look. It was strong and she was…curious, maybe, about that strength. He was mysterious too. And intense. Everything about him was intense. Not just his eyes and his voice, but the way he used them. Lots of…force.
And yet, how soft he was when he’d touched her that first time. She recalled his kiss and a current of heat flashed through her body, weakening her knees. He’d been…rough. And…she liked it. It felt better than anything she’d imagined.
She remembered the video she’d not shown him, and it made her stomach blow up in fear and excitement. Should she…let him see it? It could help him remember things. And she still wanted him to remember, but…she wasn’t sure she could do something with him yet.
No, she was very sure she could, and that was scary too.
She hurried to the room and got the phone. If she sent him the video, he could watch it while he wasn’t here. And if it worked to unlock his memories, then… good. And if not… awkwardness avoided in person. She couldn’t handle him watching something so intimate and hearing, “Ehh…nah. Not really ringing a bell. Your tits are kind a boring.”
Pulling up Ben’s name on the phone, she texted him first. I’m going to send you another video I did before the surgery. It’s VERY private and X-rated so please don’t watch it where people are!
Do you want me to send it?
****
Ben set the pen down when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He pulled it out and read the text that spoke directly to his cock. He texted her back. Send it.
He looked around, finding the room beyond his testing booth empty. He got up and locked the door on the small cubicle, not wanting to take a chance. He put his earbuds in his ears, waiting for her to send it while pacing in the small space, wondering what this might do to him. Something. He could feel it. Some part of him knew, but he was ready for all of him to know.
The phone vibrated and he jerked it up and hit the play button without hesitation. It opened to Cheryl’s fingers moving in and out of her pussy, mid production and the sight flooded Ben’s muscles with enough lust that he groaned. His mouth salivated as he watched her wet fingers, swirling over her clit next. Oh, fuck her tits. So fucking perfect.
“Show me,” he heard a man’s voice say. “Show me what you like.”
“Fuck, yes, show me,” Ben whispered, watching, listening. She was about to come, and in that second, every part of his body remembered exactly what that was like. Her moans grew louder, and Ben hit the stop button, closing his eyes.
He wasn’t about to watch her come for the first time on a phone. He needed to see that with his own eyes, and he needed to be the one making her. He looked at the time on his phone. He still had one hour before testing was over.
He opened the text, thinking of where he wanted her. Everywhere. But their room was a good start.
He found Charlie’s number and hit it.
“Dad?” he answered.
“Hey Charlie. Listen, I need a big favor. I have a surprise for your mom, and I need privacy.”
“Ohhhh nice,” he said,
making Ben smile. “I just so happen to need help with my homework. How long do I need to be gone?”
“Just be back for dinner,” he said.
“See you at 8:00 then. We can talk after?”
“Looking forward to it,” Ben said. “Text me when you’re gone.”
Ben called Lo next and let him know he’d finish the test tomorrow. Made up something about a memory he had about his wife that he wanted to talk to her about. It was half true.
And Charlie, he was a good kid even if he didn’t recall the feelings of the things he remembered. He didn’t need to in order to take care of him or even care about him. Which he did. It wasn’t complicated. He was way easier than Cheryl. His son was simple, an open book. Uncomplicated and honest. Caring for him was a no brainer, no work required.
Cheryl on the other hand...she was a mess. They were a mess. He couldn’t remember his feelings, or sex with her, which said a lot. She was a force in reverse just like him. Except they were both moving in the opposite direction. He could remember parts of the puzzle, the feelings of an orgasm, and yet it wasn’t connected to anything with her. He recalled those erotic images that had burned in his mind when he’d kissed her. Had the kiss triggered them? And why? Was it her or just the kiss? Whatever it was, he wanted those things with her. Whether he’d had them with her before or not. He wanted to make her take what he gave. Make her beg for it. It still left the question of what had really went on between them. Who was he before this? Or who was she? And what if the answer to that wasn’t a good one? Then what?
Ben lifted his phone at the vibration. I’m out. Have fun.
Oh, he would.
****
Cheryl stood in the closet in bra and panty, looking for something nice but not with such a short skirt. After he watched that video, she didn’t need to be prancing around like a tempter. She suddenly froze at hearing something then screamed when the closet door opened with Ben standing there. His chest moved like he’d ran there, and she grabbed a random piece of clothing off the dresser and covered what she could.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“What was our sex life like before we had our turn in the road?”
“W-what? It was… just…”
“When we fucked, did I take over?”
“Y-yes, I mean…you…you got on top, if that’s what you mean.”
“Did I fuck you till you screamed?”
She swallowed, dizzy as she shook her head.
“Did you orgasm when we fucked?”
Oh God. Just the stuff she wanted to keep buried. Another shake of her head.
“So, I fucked you, orgasmed, and that’s it? What about foreplay?”
Another head shake. “Sometimes,” she barely whispered. “Not…not a lot, though.”
He shook his head, his eyes a burning force along her body as he shut the door behind him.
“Ben?” she barely said. “What…”
“I’m about to make you come harder than you’ve ever come.” He grabbed his t-shirt behind his head and pulled it off.
She walked in reverse, her hands flailing out as her knees hit the seat at the back wall. “Oh God,” she whispered dropping onto it as he removed his pants. “Ben…I”
“You what?” He held his cock before her, stroking it. “I want you to watch me like you made me watch you. You like it? You like my cock? I know you do. You want what I’m about to give you, you’ve been wanting it. I have to wonder why I never gave it. What on this fucking planet would ever stop me from giving you what I’m about to give you? Were you unfaithful maybe? Is that something else you’re hiding from me?”
She stared right at it him, gasping and swallowing down the fire hammering through her blood until she was lightheaded. Unfaithful? She looked up at him and shook her head.
He circled the head of his cock with his fist, seething with a grunt as he swirled his finger all over the tip, wetting it before shoving it in her mouth. “I don’t know if I believe you. You deny me sex? Do you know the things that I have in my mind? They’re very nasty things, Cheryl. Very nasty. I think maybe you’re nastier than you’re telling me.”
She held his wrist, a panicked reflex while sucking his finger with a groan, closing her eyes at tasting him.
“Oh fuck, I’m right. Look at you, sucking that up,” he shuddered, pulling his finger out and sliding his fist down to the base of his cock now aimed right at her. With a light cry of hunger, she leaned and took as much of his length as she could, grabbing around the base above his hand and sucking him, so starved for every hard inch.
“That’s what you want, that’s fucking it,” he said with knowing, his deep voice raking over her clit.
She gasped and moaned wildly, her hands all over his balls while his growling breaths called for more even while accusing her. She left his cock to fill her mouth with his testicles, sounding like a lust crazed person. She didn’t care, not hardly, not a little.
“Tell me!” he growled, his anger strumming her arousal. “I want to hear your beautiful lying mouth say it. You want my mouth on your pussy? I know you fucking do, say it,” he ordered roughly.
“Eat me, Ben. Eat my pussy.”
He dropped before her and yanked till he got her panties off then grabbed the lace covering her breasts and shoving it down. He lunged and kissed her, stealing a joyful cry from her throat. She held onto his shoulders and gasped when his strong arms wrapped her and lay her on the closet floor, his mouth hungry and loud at her breast.
“Ben,” she begged, raking her fingers through his hair. The new, thick texture sliding between her touch brought fear and curiosity as she watched his mouth on her.
His lips were different. Thick and full. The hump in his broad nose reminded her of a Norse god in that moment as he bit at her nipple until she cried out with begs.
“Ben…” she fought to move her hips, seeking anything.
“Touch your pussy, show me,” he ordered, his voice sounding hoarse.
She slid her fingers along her folds, pulling her knees back. His gaze moved quickly over her spread position then back to her fingers as he dropped to the floor between her legs. His mouth and tongue fought with her fingers, biting, then licking between them before his hands grabbed her butt and lifted her up. He jerked her onto his face, devouring her.
She panted and grabbed his head, pulling him tighter to her clit. “Ben! Oh Ben!” He sucked the hot bud, jerking her hips against his mouth until she arched her back on the floor and thrust her legs wider. It was there, oh God, her orgasm. “Ohhhhh,” she wailed. “Ben!” His name was the last thing before the pleasure detonated under his mouth. He sucked relentlessly, causing her body to jolt with pleasure as he ground his fingers into her ass. The sharp pain and pleasure gripped harder and harder.
He was on his knees suddenly, lifting her hips with a face twisted in brutal lust. “Oh my God,” she barely gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, watching him work her pussy over the tip of his bobbing cock. She reached and guided him to her entrance, staring at him with a trembling desperation.
“Please,” she whimpered when he pushed barely into her opening. His black eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t turn away, she didn’t want to. “Fuck me,” she crooned, weakly.
He held her gaze as tight as he held her hips, very slowly pushing his way into her. He watched her face as though waiting for answers. “Beg for it,” he grit. “Fucking beg me.”
“Please, fuck me. Please. Please. Please fuck me.”
With his gaze hard on hers, he yanked her onto his cock, the force jolting her body forward with a scream. Her rapid breaths followed with every whimper, watching him bare his teeth through ragged groans.
His gaze lowered to where their bodies met, and he seethed while burrowing his fingers into her hips methodically. His eyes slowly crawled back up her body, a trail of lava that finally locked onto hers with a punishing look. Her moans turned frantic, sending her hands out around her for something to
hold on to. “Ben, Ben,” she called with a whimper.
“You want your pussy to be fucked hard,” he accused. “That’s what you’ll get.”
Oh God, she…she did but…
He jerked her tight to him, forcing her mouth open with a cry of pleasure. He repeated the assault, keeping himself deep and never pulling out until her legs burned where she held his waist.
“You’re coming again,” he said. “While I fuck you this time. Put your fingers on your wicked pussy.”
His words. They terrified and excited her. His gaze locked on what she was doing, his lusty grunts biting her womb. The sight of his tongue sliding over his lower lip brought heat to burn under her fingers.
“Look at your pussy sucking my cock. Your fucking clit, I’m going to bite it while I fuck you with a fat cock, you know that?” He looked at her. “Tell me you know I’m going to do it. Say it.”
“You’ll do it,” she whimpered, her legs trembling as she circled her clit. “It’s hot Ben,” she gasped.
“When I start pounding my cock into your soft cunt, I’m not stopping. Not till my cum hits the darkest, most sinful part of you.”
“Oh Ben,” she cried. His every word sounded like a cruel promise to break her, but to her body, he threatened her with heaven.
“Tell me you want me pounding your naughty cunt,” he grit.
“I want it,” she shot out, so close.
“Tell me you know your pussy is mine. Mine to pound and punish,” he said with a fury.
“My pussy is yours!” she shot out. “Ben! Punish it, punish my pussy!”
Her back arched hard as she came, and he fulfilled his threat, pounding his cock into the very bottom, plunging her into another place where she held her breath and clenched her eyes tight. His body suddenly covered hers, pressing hard, his pelvis grinding deliciously. His mouth, his tongue, his fiery breaths, filled her lungs with a flood of his reckless power.
He broke the kiss for his release, his mouth at her ear as he fucked her with a ruthless force, his growling breaths like thunder. She was pummeled. Pummeled into oblivion. And the same power he broke her with, he imprisoned her in as he came and came on top of her.
