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Louise Bohmer - Guest Author

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They grew up in a small city. A mill town where people let their sinful tastes ooze out at night, locking their transgression away with daybreak. She and Ben, however, let their imperfect hearts wander both the light and dark hours.

Their arrangement, they kept tidy and discreet for their own purposes. Gossip tended to spread like wildfire amongst the bored and unsatisfied of Hillcrest. Sara never gave the curious, kept women more than a sniff of innuendo to feed their fertile imaginations. Some of them paid well for Ben’s favors on a regular basis. Why should they have the dirty on his private time as well?

He kept the details of his business quiet, sharing scraps of his secret side with her, but never the full story. Sara didn’t prod him for more than he was willing to give. She knew he had deals going on with some of the less-than-savory, money men in their crumbling Babylon world.

Nor did she judge him for his line of work. Not like Sara hadn’t dabbled in the less-than-acceptable side of life before, in different ways. Ben was clever and skilled (or so the rumor went). So why ask questions when there were no obligations?

Lighting a cigarette, she turned her head toward the dusty window and the deserted highway. She let her blue silk robe fall open, and trailed a lazy hand down her stomach. Sara traced light, absent fingers around her trimmed thatch of dark gold hair. Her strokes slid lower, caressing the length of her inner thigh.

Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply and let her thoughts drift. Taking another drag, she let her head fall back loose on her shoulders, releasing tension as she slid her touch up her labia and rubbed her clit. She moaned, and her muscles relaxed.

They’d met in high school, her and Ben, after Sara had moved to this dying metropolis. Both outcasts, and too comfortable with their rebel nature to conform, they’d found each other in a sea of cut-out, perfect faces.

She left the remains of her cigarette burning in the ashtray on the nightstand, and spread her legs a bit wider as she slid two fingers inside. The delicious tingling inside built quickly, and she shuddered as she climaxed.

The bedroom lit with the yellow eyes of an approaching car, and Sara padded across the hardwood floor to the window. The vehicle passed by as she pushed back the curtains to watch the warm, clear night.

They’d never slept together, her and Ben, after all these years. Sure, the two of them had come close more than a few times, but Ben always pulled away before it went too far. Why was that? she mused, as she watched plumes of thick, white smoke rise from the city below. Perhaps he feared the loss of their longstanding, peculiar bond? It was, after all, the glue that had held their tattered souls together over the years.

After high school, they had gone their separate ways for awhile. Ben went to UBC, while Sara took off for art school in Montreal. Whether it was just a simple, birthday card or a long letter, they had always kept in touch despite the distance.

The ghost of their derelict city never really left either of them though, and Hillcrest had dragged them both back in, kicking and screaming. Ben came back first, after his second failed marriage. Sara had returned a year later, when her dad passed on.

Gravel crunched in the driveway and Sara came back to herself, surprised she’d missed Ben’s antique Chevy boat pulling in. She chuckled, and shook her head as he cut the engine. How she hated that damnable car.

The sound of his boots came softly up the front wraparound porch, just beneath her window. The screen door creaked as he walked inside. Sara walked back to the bed, heart quickening in her chest, and grinned as she perched on the edge of the mattress. She slid her robe from her shoulders and tossed it toward the pillows.

The first person she’d looked up, when this concrete void had pulled her back in, was Ben. The last of her family ties died with her father, so Ben had taken her in. They had become each other's saviors once again. Now, their living arrangement hovered in an unspoken, platonic limbo, but not after tonight.

“Sara?”

The oak staircase creaked lightly as he came upstairs. His footsteps echoed up the hall.

She cleared her throat. “In here.”

The warm light spilling in from the corridor cast his hard features in an orange halo, as he stopped in the doorway of her room. His fierce, blue eyes stared. Lips set in an impassive, straight line.

Silence hovered, making her anxious. Sara lifted her chin and returned his gaze.

“Why did you call?” His voice was low and ragged.

She took a deep breath, wishing for a cigarette, and released it. “It’s your birthday.”

His silhouette ran a murky hand through his dark hair. His shadow fell over her, as he walked into the room and stood a few feet from the bed. Ben’s eyes never left hers. Sara licked her lips and swallowed. Her throat was dry, and breath came rapid.

Crossing his wide, well-muscled arms over his chest, he sighed and shook his head. “Sara,” he paused, dropping his hands against his thighs and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “we can’t do this.”

She chuckled and wrapped her arm around the bedpost, pulling herself further down the mattress, closer to him. The thick shaft of moonlight bathed her voluptuous body, clinging to her breasts and falling down her stomach. “Why not?”

“Because …” As his protest trailed off, his fingers joined hers on the bedpost.

Sara reached out, and slowly traced her fingers up the length of Ben’s thigh. “Because of what?” She let her touch linger at the edge of his groin, and she heard him suck in his breath. Sara smiled and wrapped her fingers around him. He let out a soft groan as she stroked him through his faded jeans.

“It could,” he stopped as she unzipped his pants and took his cock into her hands, “complicate things.”

She flicked her tongue across the head of his growing erection. “It won’t. Nothing changes.”

“How can you say that for sure?” He helped her slide his jeans and jockeys to the floor.

Rising up on her knees, Sara wrapped one hand around the back of Ben’s neck. The other, she coiled around the thick shaft of his cock as he covered her mouth with a hungry kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His gruff whisper fanned her neck, as Ben slid his palm up her ass and around her waist, moving lower with his long, large fingers.

She swirled her thumb around the head of his slick penis. “I know.”

He stroked her damp folds, and then rubbed her clit with his fingertips. Sara leaned into his touch, and Ben pushed her back into the bed. Taking her nipple in his teeth, he ran his tongue over its large, hardened tip. Sara arched beneath him as he took it deeper into his mouth, sucking gently.

His hand slid up her stomach and wrapped around her other breast, pinching the large, rosy bud as his mouth moved lower.

“I wanted this to be about you tonight.” The words fell slow and dreamy from her lips.

Ben slid two fingers inside her, while his tongue swirled around her swollen nub. He lifted his head from her and smiled, wickedly, from between her legs. “I don’t work that way.”

“But it’s your birthday,” she tried to protest, as he nudged back the hood of her clit, and slid his tongue across the small mound of flesh in a delicious-yet-agonizing pattern, “I thought …”

“Sara, honey,” he lifted his head once more, blowing gently on her wet sex as his fingers worked inside her, bringing her closer, “I service women for a living. I get off on seeing them get off.”

“You’re not into,” she bit her bottom lip as her orgasm built, “selfish sex?”

“Not my style.”

His mouth descended once more, bringing her to release. Pleasure washed up her groin, through her belly, down her thighs, in warm tingling waves.

“I’d heard you were good,” she breathed as he rose above her, staring into her face with that intense, sapphire gaze. The muscles in his arms taut as he held himself propped over her.

“We can stop here, you know.” He brushed a straight strand of dark blonde hair from her face. “I don’t need anything more.”

“Are you kidding?” Sara moved her hand up his leg, running her fingers across his balls as she gripped his cock, working the foreskin up and down as she squeezed and relaxed her hold.

He groaned and pulled her on top of him. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

Sara straddled him, and rubbed his erection up and down her slit, until he dug his fingertips into her ass and urged her down onto his cock.

“Ummm, you feel good.” He smiled, and ran his hands up her back, as she thrust her hips back and forth.

His thick cock massaged her inside, and a pleasing pressure fluttered within her womb. Sara’s movements quickened, and she ground herself against Ben, crying out as she came.

Sara dipped her head, taking Ben’s bottom lip in her mouth and sucking gently. He returned the kiss, and she let it deepen for a moment before pulling away.

“I want you to finish from behind.” She rolled off of him and braced her hands against the plump pillows, arching her back.

Ben rose to his knees and slipped his penis between her cheeks, thrusting it deep into her pussy. Sara hissed between her teeth and squeezed the pillow.

Ben moved faster and deeper inside of her. His hand found Sara’s clit again, and he wet his fingers with her pussy juices then stroked the swollen nub.

“Oh fuck, Ben,” Sara bucked beneath him, “slap my ass.”

His wicked chuckle came breathless. “So you like it a bit rough?” He rubbed her softly rounded ass.

“Hard.” She grunted, and reached back to squeeze his hand.

He dug his fingertips into her cheek, and then drew his palm back. The sharp, stinging crack took her breath away, and murmurs of another orgasm shivered down her thighs. “Mmm … I think I’m gonna come again.”

Ben’s hand trailed back to her dripping sex, and he played. His thrust grew frantic as Sara pussy tightened around his shaft. He groaned and buried his cock deep.

Pulling out of her, Ben kissed the dip in the small of her back, and she shivered. He lay against the pillows and grinned up at her, taking Sara in his arms.

A sharp, digital beep came from the floor beside the bed.

Sara propped herself up on an elbow. “Your cell phone?”

Tugging her back into the crook of his shoulder, he kissed her forehead. “Mmmm.”

“You gonna answer it?” She grinned and touched the tip of his chin. “Might be a paying customer you know.”

Ben laughed, and hugged her. “Let it ring.”

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