by Vallen Green
The man behind the door, Ben Pages, nodded. Bianca couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. He was even more gorgeous in the flesh than in the photos. Oh, he was so tall! And he had broad, broad shoulders that looked like the whole earth could rest on them. Bianca figured Ben must be some sports hero in the college he was attending. With a build such as his, how could he not be a football player? Ben’s white shirt clung snugly to his body, subtly showing off his firm, muscular figure. For Bianca, his chest looked like it was made of rocks. He screamed of muscles everywhere. Heck, even his arms reeked of pure muscle!
There was a moment of silence before Ben spoke up. “I’m Ben Pages,” he said. “Of course we haven’t met, me being off to college and stuff.” He opened the door wider and motioned for Bianca to enter. “Come on in.”
Bianca smiled and stepped inside the house, making for the living room, where she usually waited for Kathleen. As she walked past Ben, Bianca suddenly felt something brush across her buttocks.
She paused slightly. What on earth was that? It felt solid and firm yet light and fluttery. The sensation made her think of caresses, butterflies, and fingers. Fingers, Bianca realized. So it was a hand. But whose hand? There was no one else in the room with her, except for—
Bianca’s eyes grew wide. Did Ben Pages just run his hand across his buttocks? Impossible! Why would he do such a thing? But Bianca was positive she wasn’t imagining things. A hand had brushed across her behind, and that didn’t feel like an accident at all.
She turned and glanced at Ben, her brows furrowed. Ben stared back, but his face didn’t betray even an inch of emotion. Bianca figured it would look crazy if she hurled accusations at someone she had just met, so she decided to let it pass. For now.
Bianca went over to the large couch and sat down. Sitting primly, she was glad she had decided to wear jeans to school today. The thick cloth helped shield her butt from the hand-brushing thing. Also, she need not worry about having Ben accidentally look up her skirt or dress had she worn these instead.
I’m getting paranoid, Bianca realized. Stop it, Bianca.
Ben shut the door and went over to the couch as well, sitting right beside her. She stiffened instinctively. God, how she hated it when boys sat too close to her! She wasn’t a prude or anything, or so she liked to believe. But she didn’t like it when anybody, particularly members of the opposite sex, sat too close to her. It was too stifling. She felt she was being smothered.
Bianca couldn’t stand it anymore. She discreetly moved a few inches away. “Where’s Kathleen?” she asked Ben, hoping her question would distract him from noticing she had moved a few inches away.
“She’s at the next-door neighbor’s,” Ben answered. He was fiddling with the remote control. Bianca saw this and was relieved.
“Oh,” she answered. “Playing with Bess, I assume.” Bess was the next-door neighbor’s daughter, and she was the same age as Kathleen. Mrs. Pages had told Bianca the two often played together.
Ben nodded, his eyes on the TV screen. A movie was on, but Bianca didn’t know what it was about. “I guess,” he said after a moment. “I suppose you know you can just hang around here if Kat’s out?” He turned to look at Bianca quizzically.
“Yes, your mother told me it was okay to do so,” Bianca responded. “Hey, I think I’m going to fix a snack for Kat, in case she gets hungry when she comes home.” She started to get up from the couch, and that was when she felt a hand clamp tightly on her wrist.
She looked down and saw it was Ben’s hand gripping her wrist. Surprised, she looked at Ben’s face. Still no trace of emotion there, but Bianca could have sworn she saw a faint glimmer of something in his eyes. She just didn’t know what it was.
“You can do that later,” Ben said. “Kat left a few minutes before you got here. She’ll be at the next house forever.” He tugged at Bianca’s wrist. “Relax, why don’t you? Let’s watch this movie.” He tugged again, and Bianca had no choice but to sit down again.
Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She didn’t know why, but she felt thrilled when Ben’s skin and touch made contact with her own. She flushed, angry at embarrassed at herself. She couldn’t believe she was acting like a schoolgirl in front of a guy. She was no longer in high school, for Pete’s sake! She was a college coed. Hence, she should be prim, proper, and mature.
Bianca took a deep breath, and that was when she felt a jolt of something between her legs.
She couldn’t believe it. What was that she just felt? Oh no, she thought desperately. I couldn’t be aroused sitting next to Ben Pages, could I?
For Bianca, the logical answer was no, but she felt otherwise. She felt another jolt between her legs again, and this time, there was no denying the wet feeling she was having in her panties. Not to mention she felt her nipples have become perky.
Quit it! Bianca screamed at her body. I will not let you make me look like a fool in front of this man, or in front of anyone else, for that matter! Behave, you body parts!
“Right?” Ben was saying.
Bianca was startled out of her thoughts. “What? I’m sorry, I was just thinking of something else,” she said.
Ben looked at her closely. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Bianca nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m fine. Never better!” she said chirpily.
“Do you know you’re very beautiful?” Ben asked suddenly.
The question took Bianca by surprise. Stunned, she looked at Ben, not saying anything.
Ben saw her stunned look and nodded. “I mean it. My parents and Janaare lucky to have you as the babysitter,” he said. “You’re very pleasing to the eye, and I think you’re very efficient too.”
How could anybody be so bold? Bianca wondered. Aloud, she said, “Thanks, but I’m very lucky to have found your parents and sister too.”
Ben leaned closer, the movie running in the television momentarily forgotten. Bianca almost flinched then had control herself. The nerve of this guy to tell her those things! Sure, Ben was good-looking, but that didn’t give him the right to speak to her that way. So Bianca squared her shoulders and stared back at those insanely clear baby blues. It was too late when she realized it was a mistake to look back at those almost-translucent eyes. A woman could look into those eyes forever.
Oh, God, Bianca thought helplessly.
“Do you think you’re lucky for having found me too, Bianca?” Ben said huskily. He had reached a hand out, and now it was stroking Bianca lightly on the back.
Bianca swallowed the giant ball of yarn that seemed to be stuck in her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. Her voice was calm, but she was shaking inside. She felt more of those jolts in between her legs now. The sensation of wetness grew as well. Now Bianca felt moist and sticky.
How she wanted to rid herself of those panties! Slide them down her slim hips, her long legs, and off her slender ankles. She would pick her panties up and smell them, right in front of Ben Pages. She would lick the large wet spot on the crotch area of her panties. She would rub the sticky fluid across her face and down her neck and breasts. Then she would stuff the panties inside her mouth and beg Ben to tie her up and do anything he wanted to do to her. She would be his willing slave. She would suck on his cock and feel it grow harder and larger in her mouth. She would—
Stop it, she told herself again.
Ben chuckled at her statement. “Oh, Bianca,” he said in the same husky voice. “You have a knack for playing games, don’t you?” He paused. “Well, why don’t we do just that? Play games, I mean.” The hand on his back was now on the side of Bianca’s left breast, teasing gently.
“Don’t do this,” Bianca blurted out. She was really uncomfortable now. Turned on as she might be, she didn’t want to be in this awkward situation. She felt torn. She wanted to get out of the house right away, but at the same time, she wanted to get her clothes off and get down and dirty with Ben Pages, the son of her employers and whom she had just met for t
he first time.
Bianca felt torn, conflicted. But of course she didn’t let Ben see she felt that way. She didn’t understand how someone could be so bold, so straightforward to someone he had just met. But what did she care about Ben Pages anyway? She didn’t have anything to do with him. It was his parents and Janawhom she should be giving beans about, not this arrogant guy who suddenly decided to show up for whatever reason!
Now the arrogant guy laughed at Bianca’s declaration. He stopped caressing Bianca’s side but didn’t entirely remove his hand. “Why shouldn’t I do this?” Ben asked. “You’re funny, Bianca.” He burst into laughter, unable to keep it inside him any longer.
“I don’t know you,” Bianca said fiercely. “I didn’t come here to do . . . funny things. I came here to babysit Kathleen, and I intend to do my job professionally.”
Ben suddenly grabbed her wrist. Surprised, Bianca cried out. Ben had her wrist in a tight grip. He was strong. His fingers dug into the tiny bones of her wrist.
“Ben!” she cried out.
“I want you,” he said in a low voice. “And I get what I want. Always. Now you do as I say or things will take, shall we say, a turn for the unpleasant.” He grinned. It was the first time Bianca saw his teeth, which were perfect, but the grin was frightening. Bianca looked into Ben’s crystal-clear eyes and saw, light as they were, they were dark within.
And completely empty.
“What do you want?” Bianca whispered, still struggling to free herself from Ben’s grip.
“You,” he answered simply. “I want you, Bianca. I want your body.” His eyes turned glassy. “You’re cute. Not gorgeous but attractive in your own way.” His eyes ran over her body. “I’ve never had somebody like you. Until now, of course.” He tightened his grip, and Bianca cried out again. “Now lie down.”
“No!” Bianca cried out, and the grip on her wrist tightened even more. God, this guy’s crazy! she thought. Her fantasies of doing things to Ben disappeared in a flash. She no longer wanted to get down and dirty with him. She wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible!
“Yes!” Ben answered, and violently pushed her back into the couch.
Bianca gasped in surprise. A moment later, Ben was on top of her, straddling her. His huge frame easily overpowered her medium build. She squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. He had his knees around her legs, keeping them in place. She beat his fists against his solid chest. He laughed at her attempt and gave her a quick brisk slap on the face. This stunned her, and she kept still.
“Quit moving around,” Ben said, taking off his shirt. “It will be quick, I promise. We don’t have much time. Janawill be here a few minutes from now.”
“You pig!” Bianca cried out. “I can’t believe Janahas you as her brother!”
Ben answered by lowering his face to Bianca’s and kissing her on the lips. His kiss was soft, almost tender, as if he wasn’t taking her by force. The feel of the kiss surprised Bianca. She had expected something harsh and brusque. But no, Ben’s kiss was gentle, almost chaste. She shut her eyes, and before she knew it, she was kissing him back.
She knew Ben was surprised because his lips didn’t move for a split second. But he quickly recovered and kissed her again, this time with much enthusiasm and passion. It was still gentle but in a more vigorous kind of way.
Bianca reached up and ran her hands through Ben’s hair. She tugged lightly, and Ben groaned. She tugged harder, and Ben groaned louder into her mouth. The kiss had reached frenzied levels now. They were practically eating each other’s lips out. Not that Bianca minded. Ben had one of the softest lips she had ever kissed.
Still kissing her, he reached down with one hand and rubbed her hip. A sliver of electricity shot up Bianca’s spine and made her arch her back. He continued to rub her hip softly. She moaned. The motion was sensual, almost erotic. It was strange, but he almost seemed to know where exactly to touch her.
The hand on Bianca’s hip began to move. It went up to her flat belly, where it flicked and stroked for a few minutes before continuing its upward journey again. Bianca squirmed. Her breasts suddenly felt hot and painful. Her twins seemed to be excited for Ben’s hand to touch them, to play with them. They strained at her bra, and her nipples slowly rose to life. Oh, the ways at which her body responded to his gently erotic touch!
Ben’s hand went from Bianca’s belly to the underside of her breasts. This time Bianca writhed and squirmed. They were still kissing, and she moaned into his mouth, sending the signal she wanted him to touch her breasts right now. He got the hint, all right, but he made no move to do what she wanted. She moaned again, her hands in his hair becoming all tangled with one another. Still he made no move. She couldn’t take it any longer.
Bianca broke the kiss, gasping. “Ben,” she whispered urgently. “Please.”
This time Ben obliged. Planting his lips over Bianca’s again, his hand went up to Bianca’s medium-size breasts and settled there. He simply laid his huge hand on top of them, not doing anything. Bianca kept on moaning. A few minutes later, Ben’s hand began to move.
Bianca squirmed as Ben fondled her tits through her lacy bra. Then his fingers slid inside her bra and caressed the firm meat of her breast. His fingers found her perky, alert nipple, which he played and rubbed with using his thumb and forefinger. Shivers of pleasure shot out from all over her body. His touch felt so good. She shut her eyes as she felt something gush from between her legs. She was soaking wet now, and they haven’t even done anything spectacular yet!
She decided to return the favor by removing her hands from his hair and running them through his back instead. She raked her fingernails up and down Ben’s back. He apparently liked it because he moaned loudly and shook a little. She did the motion again, and the fingers on her tits moved faster, almost in a frenzy.
Bianca’s hands moved down to the waistband of Ben’s jeans. She undid his jeans in a few swift motions. In no time, his jeans were undone. She slid them down his hips, down his muscular thighs, up to his knees. By then, his lips had moved down her neck. She reached down and felt the huge hard bulge between his legs. He was very much awake and alert apparently. She gave his member a slight squeeze. His knees grew wobbly, and he almost collapsed on top of her.
“What are you doing?” Ben hissed, his skin shiny with sweat. He sucked on the space between her collarbones.
Bianca answered by pulling his boxers down to his knees, revealing the huge cock dangling between his knees. She felt more than saw the sheer hugeness and size of him. She wrapped a hand around his cock and began to move her hand up and down, up and down.
Ben undid the buttons on Bianca’s top then removed it from her body and threw it to the floor. While she gave him a spectacular hand job, he ran his tongue on the top of her breasts, enjoying the pillow-soft texture of her skin and the clean, fresh taste of her. He pulled her lacy bra down, and her breasts sprang free. Quickly he took one pink nub in his mouth and began to suck.
Bianca cried out again and again as Ben licked, sucked, and nibbled on her nipple. Something gushed between her legs again. Her panties grew more soaked and moister than ever. She raised her hips to his, never stopping her up-and-down motion on his dick, which had hardened and grown considerably larger ever since she began her hand job on him.
Ben stopped licking Bianca’s breasts and sat up straight. His hands found her jeans and began to move frantically, dealing with the buttons and zippers that stopped him from expBiancang Bianca fully and completely. He slid her jeans and her panties down her slim hips, finally revealing her slightly hairy pussy to him. He stared at her jewel for a moment before shifting down her legs and lowering his head into the very wet and soft-looking mound that was all for him to do whatever he wanted to it.
“Ben,” Bianca whimpered, and that was when his tongue finally found the soaking-wet crack. Bianca, her legs now free from Ben’s knees, raised her hips to his tongue, as if encouraging him to go on and keep up what he has been doing. As
if urging him on to take I all, take as much of her pussy as he can. He was only too glad to oblige. He reached up and placed his hands on her breasts for some leverage while his mouth did things to her pussy.
Bianca was now practically insane with pleasure. She let some of the intense pleasure out by writhing and squirming on the couch and crying out loud. Her hand was still on his cock. She didn’t want to let go. His dick felt too good in her hand. She realized she wanted him inside her, and fast. And that was when his tongue slid in through her crack and flicked and explored the soft, wet space inside her. She cried out. In her ecstasy, she removed her hand from Ben’s cock and wound both her hands on his hair again. She pushed his head down, burying his mouth and tongue on her pussy. Ben’s hands were digging into her breasts, adding to her intensifying pleasure.
Their cries echoed and rang all over the living room, mingling and filled with passion and pure emotion. Bianca’s pussy grew wetter by the second, her juices beginning to trickle down her thighs. Ben looked up for a moment, and she saw some of her juices had smeared the area around his mouth. She was aroused by the sight of his face stained with her exotic fluids. She pulled at his hair harder, making him look up at her again.
