Natural Hormone Therapy (Taboo Erotica) (NHT Book 1)

by Anya Merchant

  “Well, when are you going to be in the theater next?”

  “I’m here right now,” she said. There was a small, flirtatious undertone to her voice that Ben almost didn’t notice.

  “Perfect,” he said. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  The two of them said their goodbyes and Ben hung up the phone. He was still grinning and almost ran straight into his mother as he walked out into the hallway.

  “Oh, hey,” he said. “Sorry Mom, I didn’t realize you were there.”

  “What did she want?”

  “I got a callback!” Ben grabbed his mom’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug. She reciprocated the embrace after hesitating for a moment.

  “Oh, that’s…” Alexa trailed off, and then seemed to come to her senses. “That’s wonderful, sweetie.”

  “I have to get going. Luciana’s waiting for me at the theater.”

  “Do you want me to drive you over?”

  “Nah, I could use the fresh air,” said Ben.

  “At least let me make you breakfast!”

  “Mom, I said I’d be there in twenty minutes.”

  His mother looked as though she was trying to come up with another objection, but held her tongue, in the end.

  “Alright,” she said. “Good luck, honey.”

  She smiled at him, and it was all the encouragement Ben needed. He leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth, and then realized what he was doing. The kiss continued for another half second, her body melding against his before Ben snapped to his senses and pulled back.

  “Oh.” He blushed and looked at the ground. “Uh, sorry, Mom.”

  “It’s okay. You were just excited!”

  “I don’t know what came over me,” he said.

  “Sweetie.” His mom smiled at him and caressed his cheek. “It’s fine.”

  Ben met her gaze for a moment. It didn’t feel fine. It felt better than fine, and worse, in some ways. The hallway felt tinier than he remembered it, and Ben had the sudden urge to move the two of them into his room, and possibly onto his bed. He shook his head and took a step back.

  “I should get going,” he said.

  “Of course.”

  “I’ll see you later, Mom.”

  “Good luck, honey.”

  He stared at her for another second, and then all but ran through the living room and to the front door.

  CHAPTER 13

  Ben ran for a minute or two before falling into a brisk jog on his way to the Pinecross Player’s theater. He’d told Luciana that he’d be there in twenty minutes. It was an optimistic estimate, one that assumed a brisk traveling pace.

  He was out of breath by the time he’d made it halfway there, and only through a force of sheer will did he manage to keep up his speed. The last block leading up to the Pinecross Player’s reminded him of the day before, but only for a second. He was confident and focused, and the memory of his anxiety seemed distant, as though it belonged to someone else.

  Luciana’s car was the only one in the parking lot. Ben walked the last few steps, taking a few deep breaths and hoping that he wasn’t sweaty enough for it to be distracting to anyone else. The theater was empty and silent, and seemed to necessitate the same quiet respect as a library, or classroom.

  Waiting for him on stage was Luciana. She was wearing a long sleeve white blouse with a tiny grey skirt underneath. If it wasn’t for the short length of the skirt, she would have easily passed for a high school teacher. Her attention was focused on setting the stage, dragging a small bed that had felt squares glued underneath each of its wooden legs.

  “Can I help?” called Ben. Luciana looked up at him and smiled, the stage lights doing interesting things to the thin fabric of her blouse.

  “Ooh, I do believe you can.” She gestured for him to come over, and Ben made his way down the aisle and up on stage with long, loping steps. “Can you help me move this?”

  Ben started to reach for the top of one of the bed posts. Luciana shook her head.

  “It’s an older prop,” she said. “It’s only safe to pull from here. Grab onto my waist instead.”

  “Uh, okay.” Ben moved behind her and gingerly took hold of her waist.”

  “You’ll have to get in closer than that,” cooed Luciana. She took hold of his hands and pulled them so they were both centered onto her stomach. Ben’s crotch pushed into her butt, which as he immediately discovered, was a soft slice of heaven.

  “Alright.” Luciana took a breath, which Ben felt through her body. “On three. One…”

  Luciana swayed backward slightly, as though prepping to pull. The motion also caused her to grind against his rapidly hardening cock.

  “Two…”

  She repeated the movement, and Ben couldn’t ignore how incredibly good it felt.

  “Three!”

  The two of them pulled, and the bed slid the last foot or so into the tape marks Luciana had placed on the stage for it. Somewhat disappointingly, she pulled away from him, smoothing out her skirt and flicking strands of glossy black hair out of her face.

  “Erhm, thank you,” she said “You’re quite a handy young man.”

  “I do my best.” Ben smiled at her, and then hunched over slightly as her eyes traced a path down to the bulge formed from his half erect cock.

  “So,” said Luciana. “The callback. I want you to read some lines. Don’t worry about whether you’ve memorized them or not, you can do it straight from the script.”

  Ben winced.

  “I forgot the one you gave me back at my house,” he said.

  “Oh, you naughty boy.” Luciana smirked at him. “I have a spare that you can use, for now. But I will have to punish you suitably if you lose this one, too.”

  She disappeared backstage and reappeared a moment later. The script was already flipped open to a set page, and Luciana stood close enough for him to get a whiff of her perfume as she pointed out the lines she wanted him to read.

  “But these are… Romeo’s lines?” A small stab of anxiety speared into Ben’s chest.

  “Is that a problem for you?” asked Luciana. “I want to see how they sound coming out of your mouth.”

  “No, no problem,” said Ben. “And you’re reading for… Mrs. Maxiano?”

  “She is the madam of the high end brothel in which our Romeo hopes to find his dear Juliet,” said Luciana. “In order for you to get more information on who this mysterious girl was, you must find a way to convince Mrs. Maxiano.”

  Ben nodded. He hadn’t done more than skim through the entire play during his time with the script Luciana had lent him. He blushed slightly as he read some of the lines. They’d mostly been crossed out in the copy she’d given him.

  “Do you have business here, good sir?” said Luciana, speaking her first line. “Or better yet, would you like to?”

  Ben took a step forward, channeling the personality of Romeo as best as he could.

  “I’m looking for someone,” he said.

  “We’re all looking for someone.” Luciana took several seductive steps across the floor, stopping only when she was within arm’s reach of Ben. “Perhaps I can help you find someone?”

  Ben smiled.

  “I’m looking for someone in particular,” he said. “And I think she works for you.”

  Luciana met his eye and smiled at him, playing her role perfectly.

  “It’s dangerous to fall in love with people in my line of work, Mr…”

  “Montague,” said Ben.

  “Mr. Montague,” said Luciana. “My girls are frail flowers. It’s my job to make sure that they don’t get picked.”

  “I’m just asking for her name,” said Ben. “And I will have it. Whether it be from your lips, or another’s.”

  “And what else will you have?” asked Luciana. “You seem like the kind of man that’s used to taking what he wants…”

  Ben scanned the script for his next line. Instead of dialogue, the script merely read *kiss and fall on
to the bed*. His entire body felt the heat of the scene as surely as Romeo would have, and more than anything he wanted the part.

  He took a step forward, letting his chest press against Luciana’s. She looked surprised for only a second before leaning in to meet him as he brought his lips to hers, softly pushing them together.

  The kiss was a thing of power and sensuality. Ben felt his heart flutter in his chest, and his cock rushing to the call of action. The bed was just behind them, and he slowly leaned Luciana down against it. She went willingly, as though she was intent on playing her part with just as much commitment.

  “Are you willing to take this as far as it has to go?” asked Luciana. Ben had dropped his script and didn’t know the next line, so instead he kissed her. Luciana’s legs wrapped around him, and the two of them began to move, grinding together on the mattress.

  There were a couple of sheets, and with quick, routine movements, Luciana pulled them over the two of them. She unbuttoned and unzipped Ben’s pants just as quickly, and it was only then that he stopped to think about what the two of them were doing. He glanced at the script on the ground. It said *pull sheets over and go through movements of sex underneath*.

  Ben blinked, and felt his cheeks flush red. Luciana kissed him again, grinding her soft hips up against him. His cock was stretching the fabric of his boxer briefs to its limit. Luciana’s tiny skirt was pulled up enough for him to feel the bare skin of her thighs against his.

  He kissed her again, and began to slowly move on top of her, trying to act as though he knew what it was like to have sex. His body seemed to share knowledge about it that his mind didn’t have, and it also seemed to be colluding with Luciana’s body, matching her movements even as the two of them stuck to their characters.

  “Mmmm.” A tiny moan escaped Luciana’s lips, and Ben had to admit, it almost sounded real. She shifted underneath him, which caused her crotch to drag across his hard bulge.

  Ben was so busy acting that he didn’t realize what was happening until too late. His cock found its way through the fabric of his boxes and out the front hole, popping free like a snake coming out of a hole. A terrified look flashed across his face before he regained his control, and focused on being Romeo. Luciana was a serious actor. If anything, she’d want to see that he had the nerve to keep going, even under the circumstances.

  He leaned forward and kissed her. He could feel more of her now, his cock probing against her soft silk panties. Precum leaked from his cock and smeared against the fabric as though he was trying to paint a target on it, directly over her wet, waiting cunt.

  Ben grabbed at her soft breasts and kissed her neck. Luciana let out a pleased squeal and rubbed her hips against him a little more aggressively. It was just acting, he reminded himself, but it was fun.

  He wasn’t sure how long the scene went on like that. The two of them stared into each other’s eyes, as Romeo and the madam, but also as Ben and Luciana. Her body was soft and womanly, and he could feel Luciana’s hands exploring his back, running across his abs, feeling him with appreciative movements.

  And then it happened. Ben pulled back a little too far on a thrust, and when he pushed forward again, his cock caught on the fabric of Luciana’s panties. It neatly slipped underneath them. The angle was wrong for him to actually fuck her, but he could feel the soft lips of her pussy against his hard, young cock.

  “Oh!” moaned Luciana. “Oh god!”

  She gave him a deep kiss and began bucking her hips. Ben groped at her breasts and mashed himself against her, too horny to care whether or not they were pretending anymore. It felt so good. It was spontaneous and unexpected, but it was an expression of something that had been brewing under the surface.

  “Oh, whoa.” Ben took a deep breath… and felt himself lose control. “No!”

  He cringed internally as unwanted pleasure coursed through him, and his cock began spurting cum onto Luciana’s crotch, and into her panties, dangerously close to her cunt. She watched him with an expression filled with mixed emotions. She was Luciana, but she was also the madam, and on top of that, she was the play’s director.

  “Oookay, let’s cut the scene here for now.” Luciana grinned at him. “That was good. That was really good, Ben.”

  He blinked, unsure of what, if anything, he could say.

  “You know how to really get into a role.” Luciana slipped out of the bed, carefully smoothing out her skirt and fixing her panties as she did. “I’m very impressed.”

  Ben scampered to pull his pants back on even as his cock continued spurting. He climbed out of the bed, and looked out into the auditorium. It was still empty, save for a single, easily recognizable face.

  Alexa was slowly making her way down the aisle, her face a mask of pain and fury. She crossed her arms and stood in front of the stage, as though demanding an explanation with her body language.

  “Mom!” said Ben. “We, uh, we were-“

  “It’s one of the scenes in the play, Alexa,” said Luciana, her smile widening even further. “And it was good practice for Ben. For his acting, I mean.”

  “It’s interesting that you should say that, Luciana,” said his mother.

  “Ben.” Luciana walked over to him and set her hand on his shoulder. “I am genuinely impressed by the amount of enthusiasm you put into that scene. I’m going to see if I can find a role for you in this play.”

  The past few days had been full of surprises for Ben, but this one went up and beyond them all. He stared at Luciana for what must have been a minute straight, and then pulled her into a tight, grateful hug.

  “I would love to!” he shouted. “Thank you! Thank you Luciana!”

  “Ben!” shouted his mother. “A hug is more than what’s necessary, I think.”

  “Oh, it’s fine, Alexa,” said Luciana. “I’m sure Ben will give me plenty more before this play is through.”

  Alexa’s face smoldered, and Ben met her annoyed gaze, feeling stunned by its intensity.

  “I came to see how your callback was going and offer to give you a ride home,” she said, sternly. “But if you’d rather walk, then I’ll go.”

  “Thanks Mom,” said Ben. “Sorry. Luciana, is it alright if I head out?”

  “It’s fine, Ben,” she said. “Though I’ll have to steal him from you rather frequently over the next few weeks, Alexa.”

  “Well, we’ll just have to see how things go, won’t we?”

  Ben followed his mother up the aisle and out of the building. She was silent as they made their way over to the car, but stopped before they climbed in to face him.

  “So you felt alright, this time?” she asked. Ben nodded.

  “Good.” She reached up and cupped his hand in her cheek. “I was worried about you, Ben.”

  “Oh Mom, there’s nothing to worry about,” he said.

  “As long as you keep up your treatment, sweetie, I don’t think so either.”

  She held his gaze for a hot, tense second, and then the two of them climbed into the car. Ben smiled.

  THE END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM GODDESS CRUISE LINES

  CHAPTER 1

  “You’ve never been on a vacation like this before, Mike!”

  Laura Grant’s voice had a matter of fact, almost condescending tone that always managed to get under Mike’s skin. He sat next to her in the car. She had her window down, the wind blowing her chestnut brown hair around and nipping at the fabric of her sundress.

  “And I never want to go on a vacation like this,” said Mike. “I still don’t understand why I couldn’t have stayed home in the first place. I’m 18.”

  His stepmom smiled at him. The expression was affectionate, caring, and laced with the same parental authority that Mike had found so detestable in her voice a moment before.

  Mike had always gotten along with Laura well enough. She was the only mother he’d ever known, stepping in almost immediately after his biological mother’s death in childbirth. Laura was a caring mother, a bit overprotective and prone to doting on her stepson from time to time, but always with her heart in the right place.

  “It’s because you’re 18 that I can’t leave you home alone,” she laughed. “I know what kind of trouble you’d get into, young man.”

  Laura reached over and set a hand on Mike’s thigh, her fingers coming into contact with the bare skin below the edge of his shorts. He flinched. His body didn’t seem to care that it was his mother doing the touching, judging from his reaction, and a flash of embarrassment waved over him.

  I need some quality alone time. Damn it, I really wish I could’ve stayed home!

  “I would have been on my best behavior, mom,” he said. “It’s still not too late. I could take the car home and pick you up when the cruise ship comes back to harbor.”

  Laura laughed and slipped her hand up a bit higher on his thigh. She slowed the car to a stop at a red light and then turned to face her son.

  “I know the things young men do when given enough wiggle room.” She flashed a coy smile at him. “I was young once, too.”