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Ben & Nancy Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben Morris and Evelyn Thomas, as nude as the day they were born, groped at each other's bodies as they made their way across Ben's bedroom. They collapsed on the king-sized bed and Ben rolled on top of Evelyn and began to suckle her ample breasts.

"Oh, God, Ben!! I...I want you!" the woman groaned, writhing under his oral caress.

"I kind of hoped you would," Ben replied and promptly went back to making her crazy with his kisses.

Evelyn slid out from under him, rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up, thrusting her beautiful bottom up in the air. "Come on, Ben, do it to me doggy-style!" she urged.

Ben looked at the woman kneeling next to him and saw her glistening slit, awaiting him, beckoning him. She was a teacher at Jamestown High School, the school where Ben, who had graduated from teacher's college a year earlier, was working as a substitute teacher, waiting for a full-time teaching position to become available.

His colleague was blonde, had a full, lush, body, and a very pretty face. And she was also very horny, he was delighted to discover. The two of them got into a conversation during lunch that day and the hints Evelyn, who was a year or so older than Ben, was dropping were unmistakable.

Later that afternoon, when they bumped into each other while they were leaving school, the lean, bespectacled, brown-haired young man asked Evelyn if she would join him at his house for dinner. He wasn't in the least surprised when, grinning like the Cheshire cat, she accepted.

They were supposed to have dinner, but they hadn't gotten around to eating, at least not yet. There were more urgent things that needed taking care of the minute Evelyn arrived at Ben's apartment.

"Please, Ben!" Evelyn groaned, "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," Ben said. He got to his knees behind her, then he centered the tip of his cock in her opening, grabbed her hips, and drove himself into her. He could hear her sigh of delight when he did.

"Oh!!!!!" Evelyn moaned, "Yes, Ben, that's it!!! That's exactly what I wanted!!!" She straightened her arms, raising herself, thrusting back at him.

Ben leaned forward, slid his hands lightly down her sides and heard her groan with joy when he clasped her breasts in his hands.

"Oh, God, Ben!!!" Evelyn murmured when he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and fingers while he continued to drive his cock into her.

Ben felt himself racing headlong toward release. It had been a while since he'd made love to a woman. Yvonne, a girl he started dating during his senior year in high school and who he thought he might eventually marry, had dropped him six months earlier. He was a bit shocked and depressed by what Yvonne had done to him and, until Evelyn came along, he hadn't made much of an effort to date.

"Aaahhhhh!!!!! Oh, Lord!!!! Oh, Lord!!! I'm...I'm coming!!!!!" Evelyn cried, her back arching, her hips slamming back against him. "God!!!! I'm coming!!!! Oh, Ben!!! Yes!!! Yess!!! Yessss!!! Gahhhhhh!!!!"

Ben felt his loins unleashing. "Evelyn!!! Evelyn!!!!! Yes!!!!!" he cried when his fluids boiled up and spewed into her.

Spent, Evelyn collapsed on the bed, pulling Ben down on top of her. His softening penis remained trapped between the cheeks of her lovely ass. He kissed her neck, then he rolled onto the bed beside her. She snuggled against him, spoon-fashion, with her back to him. "I won't be able to walk for a week if you keep going like that," she giggled. "You're really something, Ben."

"That's the price you have to pay for passion," Ben replied, tickling her ear. "You don't want to stop, yet, do you?"

"God, no!" Evelyn responded. "I sure don't!"

Ben once more gently cupped his companion's breasts in hands and let his thumbs rub back and forth over her erect nipples, which rapidly grew hard in response to his caresses.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Evelyn groaned.

"I take it you think that feels good?" Ben asked.

"Oh, yes!!!" Evelyn responded. "God, does it ever!" She squirmed and twisted while he continued to caress her breasts.

Ben smiled. "I love the way your breasts move when you squirm," he said and then, as if to verify how much he liked it, his lips joined his hands in the delightful task of providing attention to her breasts.

"Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!!" Evelyn cried, pulling his head against her. "Yes, Ben!!! Lick them!! Suck them!!! Touch them!!!!"

After nursing on Evelyn's nipples for a time, Ben took his lips from her breasts, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the air. He slid down on the bed and his fingers and lips began to race up and down her inner thighs, bestowing soft, gentle caresses on her there.

Evelyn clearly enjoyed what Ben was doing to her. "Please, Ben!" she murmured, "Touch me!!! Oh, God, Ben, touch me!!!"

After spending some time kissing and caressing Evelyn's lovely legs, Ben slid his finger between her drenched, silken labia, and began to tease her there. In response, her motions became more and more insistent.

"Oh, God, Ben, you're incredible! You've got me turned on so much! I have to come!!!" she begged. "Ben, darling, make me come! Please!"

Ben lowered his head between Evelyn's legs, pressed his mouth against her vagina, and his tongue began to probe into her. He knew she wanted this, but her level of passion far exceeded his expectations. She was, by far, the most passionate partner he'd enjoyed in a long, long time.

"Ahh!!!! Yes!!!!" Evelyn cried. "That's it!!!! That's it!!!!! Eat me!!!! Eat me!!!!!" Her hips began to thrust against Ben's face.

He grasped her hips and hung on while his tongue continued to sluice in and out of her need-dampened opening.

"Ah!!!! Ahh!!!! Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!!" the gorgeous blonde teacher groaned, her hips rocking. "I'm coming!!!! Eat me!!!! I'm coming!!!!! Oh, yes!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!!"

When her orgasm began to wane, Evelyn slid out from under Ben, rolled him onto his back, then climbed atop him. Sighing with delight, she lowered herself slowly onto his rigid pole.

The minute his cock was hilted in Evelyn, Ben began to rock his hips. Evelyn rocked her hips actively in response.

"Oh, Ben!!!! his colleague burbled, "Oh!!!!! Oh!!!!!! This is so...so good!!!! So good!!!!!"

The phone rang. Ben stiffened and stopped moving and so did Evelyn. He reached out and picked up the phone on the table next to his bed. "Hello?" he said, then listened. "Yes, this is Ben Morris. Oh, hello, Mr. Eagleton."

He held his hand over the mouthpiece and looked up at Evelyn who was frowning at him, obviously miffed that he'd answered the phone. "It's Mr. Eagleton," he told her, letting her know that the it was the principal of the high school where they both worked. Her frown turned into a look of puzzlement. "Stay where you are, I'm sure this won't take long."

Ben heard his companion giggle softly when he took his hand off the receiver and hoped the principal didn't hear the sound.

"I...... be thrilled to...to do that...Mr. Eagleton," Ben stammered when the principal asked him if he wanted to take over a junior high English class for the remainder of the year. He was having difficulty talking because Evelyn had begun to gyrate her hips. He could feel her channel caressing his embedded cock and powerful feelings of joy were sweeping through him.

"No problem, Mr. Eagleton," Ben said, "I'll get...ahhh...to school early tomorrow so...so I you can give them to me!" Evelyn's actions were making it extremely difficult for him to concentrate on what the principal was telling him.

"I'm...ahhh...glad you called, Mr. Eagletonnn," Ben gasped. He knew his voice probably sounded odd to the principal, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Not while Evelyn kept doing what she was doing. "I'll...see...ah...you...um...in...in...the morning."

Evelyn, grinning, seemed to be enjoying Ben's discomfiture. Actually, he found the situation a bit of a turn-on. The fact that Evelyn was doing what she was doing did add to the thrills Ben was experiencing.

Ben finally ended his conversation with the principal. When he did, he put down the phone, grabbed Evelyn's hips, and began to thrust up into her powerfully.

"Uh!!!!! Uh!!! Here it comes!!! Take it!!!!" he cried, and exploded.

"Yes!!!!!! Yes!!!! Me, too!!! Me, too!!!!" Evelyn moaned when powerful feelings of exhilaration once more began to overwhelm her. "Ben!!!! Ben!!!! Oh, God!!!!! Feels so good!!! So good!!!! Oh, yes!!!! Oh, yes!!!!!!"

After they finished, Evelyn snuggled in Ben's arms and chuckled softly. "What was the call from the Eagle about?" she asked, using the nickname most of the school's faculty and kids used to refer to their principal, when he wasn't within hearing distance.

"He wants me to take over Mrs. Wallingford's seventh and eighth grade English classes," Ben told her. "Apparently she just found out her husband has terminal cancer and she's asked for leave of absence for the rest of the year."

"God, that's terrible for Eunice," Evelyn said. "I knew her husband was sick, but I didn't realize he was terminal. I feel bad for her."

"I know," Ben agreed. "But her misfortune is my good fortune, I guess. It means I'll have a regular paycheck for the rest of the school year, anyhow."

Evelyn began to giggle. "Can you imagine what the Eagle would have done if he'd known what was going on while he was talking to you on the phone?" she asked.

Ben chuckled. "He'd have probably had a stroke," Ben replied.

Evelyn dissolved into a fit of uproarious laughter and Ben started laughing, too.

"You know," Evelyn said finally, her eyes glistening with tears of laughter, "I'm glad you asked me over. This has been incredible, fantastic, unbelievable!"

"I take it from your rather restrained comments that you don't feel as if you made a mistake stopping by, then?" Ben teased.

Evelyn punched him lightly on the shoulder. "I wish I'd known what a stud you are," she said. "I'd have been here a lot sooner!"

They lay quietly in each other's arms for a few moments.

Rumbling in Ben's stomach interrupted the silence. "Ah...would you be interested in eating something?" he asked Evelyn. "I obviously am."

"I guess you are, from the sound of things," Evelyn said, grinning. She looked at the clock. "My God! It's seven o'clock! I can't believe it! We've been making love for three hours!" She made a face. "Before we eat, I've got to use your bathroom. You got me all sticky." She got out of bed and started for the door.

Ben grabbed his glasses from the table next to his bed, slipped them on, and watched Evelyn go, enjoying how her finely formed bottom undulated as she walked away from him. Just as she was about to exit from his bedroom, he called to her. "Evelyn, could you come back here a minute?" he asked.

"What?" Evelyn asked. She stopped, turned, and walked back to the bed, and sat down next to Ben, who took her in his arms and kissed her.

After the kiss ended, Evelyn gave Ben a puzzled look. "What was that all about?" she asked.

"I wanted to see if you looked as good coming toward me as you do going away," he explained. If anything, he'd found the front view better. Evelyn's large, unfettered breasts bobbed and danced enchantingly as she walked toward him.

"Ben Morris, you're a nut!" Evelyn said. She kissed him lightly, then she again got up and headed for the bathroom.

While Evelyn got cleaned up, Ben, using leftovers, got together a meal and set the table. When his colleague was finished in the bathroom, she joined him in the kitchen and, still naked, they sat down to eat.

"You know," Ben said, picking up a fork, "I can see where nudity has some definite advantages at mealtime."

Evelyn looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, your skin's washable, so you don't have to worry about food stains, do you?" he commented.

Evelyn, shook her head. "You really are a kook, aren't you?" she said. "You have a really weird sense of humor. Some of the stuff you come up with is even weirder than some of the jokes the kids tell."

As they ate they chatted about school and Evelyn gave Ben pointers about the politics among the faculty and warned him what kids were potential troublemakers.

After they cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Ben pulled Evelyn into his arms and covered her lips with his. Her arms went around him his hands moved onto her bottom, pulling her against him. "Can you stay tonight?" he asked.

Evelyn leaned back in his arms and looked up at him. "I can, and I'd love to," she said softly.

"I've got to use the bathroom," Ben said. "I'll be back in a minute."

Evelyn grinned at him. "I'll be in the bedroom," she said. "Waiting."

When Ben entered his bedroom, Evelyn smiled and patted the spot next to her on the bed. "Come here," she murmured.

When Ben slid into bed, she rolled atop him and her lips covered his. He avidly returned her kiss. Then he rolled her onto her back and his lips began to move over her body, down her throat, up the slope of a breast to a turgid nipple. As he gently nibbled a rubbery tip, Evelyn moaned softly.

"God, I can't get over how thrilling your touch is!" Evelyn groaned, her throat tight.

"I'm glad I'm performing to your satisfaction," Ben replied, and resumed his caresses. His lips and hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of excitement everywhere they moved. He caressed the silky skin covering her belly and licked her navel and Evelyn murmured with delight. She groaned with joy when his mouth began to move through the luxuriant thicket of curls blanketing her middle.

"Oh!!!!" Evelyn mewled when his finger started to explore her seething vagina. "God, Ben!!! Does that ever feel nice!!!" Her hips rose off the bed and began to rock when he began to thrust his finger in and out, in and out.

"Uh!!!!" she cried, body arched, when he sucked her erect clit between his lips. His finger kept tempo with his sucking and Evelyn continued to cry out her ecstasy. Her body writhed and bucked and she began to quiver.

Evelyn reached for Ben's erection, managing to twist her body so she could take him in her mouth without losing the contact of his mouth on her pussy. Avidly, her mouth moved up and down the rigid pole, which jumped and pulsed against her lips.

"Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!" Ben moaned into Evelyn's spasming opening while she sucked him. She acted as if the vibration of his moans adding to her pleasure. His body was wracked by powerful sensations as, lying in the traditional "69"position, they worked on each other.

When Evelyn felt the throbbing in Ben's penis that she knew signaled his impending orgasm, she increased the urgency of her attentions. It was more than he could stand. He exploded and felt her pause momentarily, then begin to swallow the hot juices he was shooting into her mouth.

The fact that Ben's swollen cock was in her mouth muffled Evelyn's groans of joy when she came, while Ben's were muted by her pulsing vagina.

Ben was delighted to discover that, despite Evelyn's excellent blow-job, his cock was still hard! He pulled it out of her mouth, quickly moved between her legs, and crammed it into her still-convulsing vagina.

"Oh!!!!!" Evelyn groaned. "Yes!!!!! Oh...Ben!!!! Yes!!!!" she cried, her body quaking under his new onslaught.

Ben wasn't sure if he would be able to come again, but hoped he would be able to wring at least one more orgasm out of Evelyn. He pushed himself up on his arms, looked down at her, and was thrilled by the view of her bouncing, bobbing breasts as he pounded his cock into her. Evelyn's pretty face was slack and flushed with lust, her eyes were glazed with passion.

"Ahhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Ohh!!! God!!! I'm...I'm...I'm...coming!!!! Coming!!!!! Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!!!!" Evelyn wailed as unbearably sweet sensations filled her.

Ben felt Evelyn's body go into violent spasms when her orgasm exploded, but he was surprised when, suddenly, she went limp. Concerned, he pulled his cock from her still-fluttering vagina and examined her closely. Her breathing was regular, her face peaceful, a soft smile curved her lips.

"I don't believe it!" he mused as he gazed at the lovely, unconscious woman. "I think she passed out. Damn, I do believe I screwed her unconscious!"

Carefully, he pulled the covers over them, turned out the light, snuggled against Evelyn, then he fell asleep.

Ben & Nancy Ch. 02



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Evelyn went home to change and get ready for school after she and Ben had breakfast the next morning. Ben was hoping they would make love again, but they overslept and didn't have time. He was encouraged by the fact that Evelyn made it clear before she left that she had every intention having a repeat of the passionate session they'd shared the previous night at the first opportunity.

An hour before school was to start, Ben walked up the front steps of Jamestown High, went inside, and headed down the hallway to the office.

Mr. Eagleton, the principal, came out of the office as Ben approached. He greeted Ben, smiling broadly. "Good morning, Ben," he said. "Ready to take over Mrs. Wallingford's class?"

"I guess so," Ben said. He was nervous about his new job. Even though he'd graduated at the top of his college class, he didn't have much teaching experience, and he was taking over for a four-time "Teacher of the Year." Another thing that had his anxiety up was that the classes Mrs. Wallingford taught were all seniors, which meant he wasn't that much older than the kids he'd be teaching.

"I know you're probably nervous," Mr. Eagleton said as they walked down the hall. "But I've been keeping and eye on you. You have nothing to worry about. You have the makings of a fine teacher. It didn't take much for me to convince the superintendent that you were the man to take over Mrs. Wallingford's class."

"I sure hope you're right, Mr. Eagleton," Ben said.

"Since you'll be working full-time for the rest of the year," Mr. Eagleton said, "you'll have to go to the superintendent's office this morning to fill out all the necessary forms. And, of course, you'll have to go through the new teacher orientation, too. That's a new district rule."

"What about the class?" Ben asked.

"You'll start with your class tomorrow," the principal said. "I have another sub handling the class today. Come back and see me when you're done at the Superintendent's office," he continued. "Mrs. Wallingford gave me her class rolls, grade book, lesson plans, and everything else she had. As you probably know, Eunice Wallingford is one of our most thoroughly prepared teachers, almost everything you'll need to finish the year is already done."

"That's a relief," Ben said.

"Get going, young man," Mr. Eagleton said. "Superintendent Eames is expecting you."

An hour and a half later, Ben was sitting in the waiting room outside the superintendent's office, waiting for Mr. Eames to talk with him. He'd already filled out a ton of forms covering life insurance, health insurance, and almost everything else, it seemed. When Mr. Eames was free, he had an interview with the superintendent, then the orientation, which he wasn't looking forward to. Other teachers told him it was horribly boring.

Ben sat there, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. And remembered the last time he and Yvonne were together. He sensed something different about the way she was acting from the minute he arrived at her home, even though the minute he got there, she'd dragged him into her bedroom and into bed. What had followed was the wildest sex he'd ever had with her:

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"Yes!!!! Yes!!! Oh, God!!! Ye!!!" Yvonne cried while he slammed into her, bashing her against the mattress with powerful thrusts of his hips. She was acting like she never had sex before today.

"I can't wait!!! I can't wait!!!" she cried. "Now!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God, Ben!!! I'm gonna come!!! Oh, God!!! I'm...I'm coming!!!! I'm coming!!!!!! Eeeeeeeahhhhh!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Her lithe legs locked around him, her arms clamped around his neck, and her hips continued humping up against his.

"Take it!!! Take it!!!!" he yelled when hot cream gushed from his pulsing cock into the quivering cave engulfing it.

Spent, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Yvonne sighed softly and leaned against him. He wasn't sure why their first love-making session had been so intense and lay there, puzzling that.

"Hey, Ben, are you there?" Yvonne asked.

He turned and looked at her. "Sorry," he said, "I was thinking."

"About what?" she asked.

"About how hot you are today," he replied.

Yvonne put her arms around him and hugged him. "God! It was pretty intense, wasn't it?" she said. "I don't think I've ever been fucked as hard as you just fucked me!"

 "I'm sorry," he said, "I...I shouldn't have been that rough."

Yvonne smiled and hugged him again. "I'm not complaining," she said. "God! It's a real trip to be wanted that much! You were something else!"

He smiled at her and said, "Nice of you to say so."

"Just telling the truth," Yvonne replied and made a face. "I'm all yukky. I have to get cleaned up."

He watched her walk toward the bathroom. Yvonne, who had long, dark hair, was lean, but wonderfully-shaped. Her ass was as good as any he had ever seen. Her breasts, though small, were firm and proud.

It wasn't long before Yvonne returned from the bathroom, looking every bit as good walking toward him as she had walking away. She slid in the bed, next to him. "You don't have to leave right away, do you?" she asked, trailing her hand over his body, toward his middle, striking sparks of desire into him as it moved over his skin.

"Ah!!!!" he groaned when Yvonne's fingers encircled his cock which, quite rapidly, began to stiffen again. "I...Oh!!!...I guess not!"

Yvonne began to lick his nipples and he found what the lovely young woman was doing incredibly arousing. Her lips and hands seemed to be touching him everywhere and each tender caress, each gentle touch, each fiery kiss, raised his level of need higher. She sure knew what she was doing.

"Wahhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned. His hips arched off the bed when something warm and wet engulfed his cock. Yvonne was sucking his cock and acting as if she loved doing it! It didn't take long before he was totally out of control. His hips twisted and turned and his hands roamed randomly over Yvonne's body. Then she straddled him and began rubbing her wet gash against his cock, which was trapped between their bellies. He shoved up off the bed, pressing himself tighter against her.

"Do you really want me, Ben?" Yvonne asked. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. Her nipples had grown erect and jutted from her lean chest like little fingers.

"Yes!!!!" he groaned, rocking his hips, trying to somehow get his rigid organ into her. "God! Yes!!! You know I do!!!"

"Well, then..." Yvonne murmured. She reached between them and centered the tip of his cock on her opening. Then, with a quick movement of her hips, swallowed his swollen shaft into her. "Yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!!" she gasped, and began to rock her hips. "That's nice! So nice!"

He liked making love with the woman on top because it left his hands free to do things, such as caress breasts. He grabbed Yvonne's tiny breasts and began rubbing the swollen tips with his thumbs.

"Oh, Jesus!" Yvonne groaned. "God!!" The movement of her body grew more ardent. "God! You know just the right thing to do to get me hot, don't you?"

While he massaged her breasts, he shoved his hips up, sending his shaft surging deep into her. He could feel it lashing around inside her. This time he wasn't as rough, although he was every bit as turned on as he'd been earlier.

"Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!!!" Yvonne groaned as she rode him. "Jeeezus, Ben!!! Oh, Jeeezus!!! Damn!!! Damn!!!"

Their coupling grew more frantic and Yvonne thrashed atop him more ferociously. The sensations he was experiencing were wonderful, too wonderful!!

"Can't wait!!! Oh, God, Yvonne!! I can't wait!!!" he groaned.

"Don't!!! Oh, God, Ben!!! Don't wait!!!!" Yvonne cried. "Take me!!! Take me!!!!!"

"Yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!!!" he yelled when exquisite sensations swept through him and his torrid juices gushed into her.

"Take me!!! Oh, yeah, Ben!!! Take me!!! Now!!!! Now!!! Eeeeeeeuhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Yvonne cried when his orgasm triggered hers.

They cuddled for a time afterward, with Yvonne still lying atop him. She giggled when his softening cock slid from her. "That tickled," she whispered.

A little later, after they'd been lying next to each other, resting, Yvonne turned on her side and faced him. She had a sad look on her face. "I...I have something I need to tell you," she said softly, "and...and it isn't good news."

"What's the matter?" he asked. He could feel his mood sinking.

"I...I'm not sure how to tell you this..." Yvonne said, not looking at him. "I...I won't be able to see you again. This...this will be the...the last time we can be together."

Her announcement stunned him. "Why?" he asked, unable to keep the pain out of his voice.

"I...I'm getting engaged," she said.

"What?" he exclaimed, taken completely off-guard. He thought he and Yvonne would eventually get married. He had no idea there was anyone else in her life.

"I haven't been seeing anyone else, if that's what you're thinking," Yvonne said, as if reading his mind. "I know it sounds crazy, but this has nothing to do with you and me. The engagement is my father's idea. He wants me to marry Brewster Hingston, Jr., because he and Brewster's father are business partners. It's kind of merging the two family fortunes, you know?"

"You mean you're getting engaged to a guy you don't even know?" he asked, totally confused.

Yvonne shook her head. "I know Brewster. Actually, he's kinda nice. I mean, we've been friends ever since we were kids," she said. "He's kind of wimpy, but he's not too bad, you know?"

"But you don't love him, do you?" he asked, growing more confused, and a little angry. "How the hell can you marry someone you don't love?"

"It isn't that I..." Yvonne shrugged. "You don't understand, Ben," she continued. "I...if I don't do what Daddy wants, he'll cut me out of the will and I'll be ostracized from the family and..." She shrugged again.

"I can't believe your father would do that," he said. He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling at that point. Hurt was a big part of it, but he felt anger, too, but wasn't sure whether he should be angry with Yvonne or her father. "That sounds like something that might have happened during the middle ages."

Yvonne shrugged. "That's the way Daddy is," she said. "You can't imagine what it's like, but that's the way it is."

"But...but doesn't he know about us?" he asked. "Doesn't he know how...how you feel about me?" Actually, right then, he wasn't sure he knew how she felt about him.

"Oh, sure, he knows about us," Yvonne said, "I think he even knows I've been sleeping with you. There really isn't much Daddy doesn't know. But he thinks it's just a fling, kind of getting it out of my system, you know?"

"And you're going to go along with this?" he asked.

Yvonne caressed his face. "I know you don't understand," she said softly, almost sadly, "but I really have no choice. I...I have to...to do this."

"Oh," he said. "Well, then, I wish you well."

Yvonne kissed him softly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I...I really hated having to tell you, because I...I'm really going to miss you. Are...are you going to leave now?"

He understood what she was implying, smiled and shook his head. "Not right away, anyhow," he said as his hand slid onto her breast. He felt her shudder. He bent his head forward and gently sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Yvonne, grasping his head, moaned. His lips ventured from one breast to the other, sucking the swelling tips. Yvonne's body twisted and turned and the volume of her moans increased.

He slid his hand between her thighs, onto her pussy and found her clit. As his hand slid over it, her body jolted upward, as if she'd been given an electric shock.

"Ah!!!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus, Ben, does that ever feel wonderful!"

Her legs fell apart as he traced the outline of her wet opening, feeling the silken softness of her labia, working his finger between the puffy lips. Her hips rolled upward when his finger slid into her.

"Yes!!! Do that!!! Oh, Yes!!!" Yvonne hissed when his lips traveled across her belly to the lush mat of pubic hair covering her middle. He continued kissing and licking her. If she was dumping him, he wanted to make sure she'd never forget him! He wanted this time to be so good that every time she slept with Brewster Hingston, Jr., she'd be thinking of him.

 Lying between Yvonne's slim thighs, he captured her erect clit with his lips.

"Ah!!! My God!!!" Yvonne wailed. Her hips arched off the bed and her hands pulled at the bed covers, then her body went rigid and she began to quiver. He heard the high, keening wail that signaled the start of Yvonne's orgasm and felt her vagina pulsing around his finger while she peaked.

After Yvonne at last lay still and spent on the bed, he stretched out next to her and took her in his arms.

Yvonne looked at him, her eyes wide and a little teary. "How do you do it?" she whispered. "How do you know exactly what to do to make me feel wonderful?"

"Maybe I'm just lucky," he said. "Or, maybe, I really am good." He kissed Yvonne softly, then rolled atop her.

"Oh, yes!!!" his partner exclaimed. She spread her legs, reached between them, grasped his rigid cock, and guided it to where both she and he wanted it to be.

He lowered his hips slowly, forcing his blood-engorged rod into Yvonne's tight passage. Her hips rose to meet his, drawing him deeper into her.

Yvonne's arms went around him and she pulled his face to hers, plastering her lips against his. "Until I met you, I had no idea how wonderful making love could be!" she exclaimed, beginning to move her hips.

He thrust deep. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand the delectable grip of Yvonne's tight channel for long, and quickly was proven right. When he felt the walls of her opening rippling, milking his cock, he let himself go. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he pumped jet after jet of his torrid fluids into Yvonne's body, filling her to overflowing.

As he moaned his pleasure and ecstasy, so did Yvonne. "Ben!!! Oh...my...God!!! Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!!" she cried. Her hips rose to meet his, thrusting, twisting, grinding against him, and her body seemed to shatter into ecstasy. "Coming!!! Oh, God, Ben, I'm there!!!! Ah!!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" She was coming again!!!

Afterward, they rested in each other's arms, feeling warm and wonderful. Yvonne snuggled against him, put her arm around him, and began to trail her fingers lightly over his back. She smiled at him. "You always make me feel wonderful," she murmured. "But you've really been wild today, is there a reason for that?"

"I just thought it would be nice if I gave you something to remember me by," he said. "You know, a going-away present?"

"Oh," Yvonne said, a smile forming on her face. "I...I guess I should do something special for you, too, then, shouldn't I?"

"That's up to you, but if it's what you want..." he told her. He rolled onto his back to give her better access to his body. What she was doing with her hands sure did feel nice.

Yvonne slid her hand lightly over his belly, into his pubic hair, which was damp and matted with the juices of their earlier love-making. When she wrapped her fingers around his limp penis, he was surprised to feel a pleasurable stirring. Maybe he wasn't done after all!

Yvonne kissed his ear. "Does that feel good?" she whispered.

"You better believe it! If you keep doing that, you'll find out how good it really feels!" he croaked.

Yvonne did keep it up. Soon, as a result of her caresses, his cock was standing at attention again and he was the one twisting and turning with pleasure.

Yvonne got to her knees and bent over him. Her soft hair tumbled over his middle, tickling him, inflaming him even more. She lowered her lips to the tip of his cock and kissed it. She kissed it again, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Even sticky like it is, it tastes delicious," she said, her voice quavering. Then she turned and licked his cock again. As her tongue moved up and down the swollen, veined surface, his cock stiffened more and more and jolts of excitement shot through him.

Yvonne took him in her mouth, engulfing his rigid spear with warmth and wetness. The sensations he experienced were so exquisite that, for a minute he thought the top of his head was going to explode from his body.

Just when he thought he couldn't stand her delightful caresses any longer, Yvonne sat up, leaving his straining cock waving in the air. "I'd love to let you come in my mouth, but I can't. I have to have you in me again!" she announced breathlessly.

"Go on top!" he grunted, forcing the words out through a throat constricted by passion. "Sit on me and put it in!"

Yvonne swung her leg over his body and settled her lithe body atop his. The position had his rigid shaft trapped between her damp pussy and his belly. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against his steel-hard club.

Yvonne reached between them, grasped his rod, raised her hips, then lowered herself onto it. She sighed when his tumescent shaft slid into her. "Oh, yes!!!" she moaned and began to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her.

He grasped her tiny breasts, his thumbs stroking her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. Once more the room was filled with the sounds of their shared passion. He felt Yvonne begin to tremble and heard the impassioned cries that signaled her coming.

"Yes!!! Oh, God, Ben!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Yvonne cried. Her body went wild when another orgasm overpowered her.

He held on to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the firm tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded in a fit of extreme ecstasy. "Ah!!!! Ah!!! Oh, God, Ben!! I'm coming!!!" she wailed. "I'm coming!!!!! Yes!!! Yesss!!!!"

His fluids again bubbled up from deep inside him body and filled Yvonne to overflowing as he, too, groaned with delight.

When Yvonne's spasms of joy finally ended, she collapsed onto his chest and didn't move. He held her a little longer, then he gently rolled her onto the bed next to him.

Yvonne smiled at him. "God, you make me feel so wonderful!" she breathed. "I love what you do to me!"

He kissed her. "I hate to leave, but I have to," he said. "I've got an exam I have to study for."

"I...I wish things were different..." Yvonne whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I...I really do..."

"I do, too," he said. He kissed her, got out of bed, and began to get dressed.

Yvonne lay in bed, watching him dress, and tears began rolling down her cheeks.

When he was dressed, he walked to the bed, leaned over, and kissed Yvonne. "I hope things work out for you, I really do," he said. "I...I'm going to miss you."

"I...I'm going to miss you, too," Yvonne sniffled.

**********

Ben was hurt by what Yvonne did, but was surprised the pain wasn't greater. He'd suffered a lot more pain when his adult lover had broken off their relationship. "I wonder how she's doing?" he mused as, again, memories of that woman began to fill his mind.

"Mr. Morris, the superintendent will see you now," the secretary said, tearing Ben from his delightful reveries.

"Ah...thanks," Ben said. He stood up, walked to the superintendent's office door, took a deep breath, opened it, then he went inside. 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 03



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben drove home after school and found himself looking forward to Evelyn's promised visit with anticipation and growing excitement. When he got home, he paced back and forth in his kitchen, anxiously awaiting her arrival. When he heard a car stop outside, he raced to the window. His heart began to pound while he watched her get out of her car and start walking up the walk toward his apartment building. She looked so desirable his breath caught in his throat.

She was wearing a soft-looking tan outfit, a pullover top and wraparound skirt. Her generously-sized breasts pressed out wonderfully against the top, and a fine leg was displayed when the skirt parted as she walked. "The boys in her classes must spend the whole period with hard-on's thinking about her," he mused. "It's a wonder any of them get any work done."

Ben opened the door before Evelyn could knock and the two of them stood there looking at each other.

"Hi," Evelyn said. "I didn't see you in school today. Where were you?"

"I...I had to go to the superintendent's office for...orientation," Ben stammered. He backed up so she could enter his apartment. He closed and locked the door, then they stood in his kitchen, gazing at each other. Neither of them seemed to know what to do or say.

"I...I've been thinking about you all...all day," Ben stammered. Well, that was partly true. He'd been thinking about her when he wasn't thinking about Yvonne.

"I...I've been thinking about you, too," Evelyn responded softly, her voice husky.

Ben took a step toward her. "You really look gorgeous!" he whispered. Then they were in each other's arms, lips coupled, bodies pressing, passion flaring. No further talk was necessary.

Ben couldn't get Evelyn close enough. He cupped her bottom and pulled her against his already-erect cock.

With a groan, Evelyn thrust her hips forward and her hands tangled in his hair. Ben's hands slid down, inside her skirt, and onto her buttocks, which were covered only by a very scanty string bikini.

Ben, overwhelmed by how rapidly desire had exploded in him, kept squeezing Evelyn's buttocks while his tongue slid into her mouth and lashed hers. He was so turned on he wasn't sure he could wait until he got her to the bedroom to make love to her. His cock felt as if it was about to tear through his pants and the urgent movements of Evelyn's hips wasn't helping things at all. "I have to have you!" he murmured. Still holding Evelyn by her buttocks, he lifted her off her feet and started toward the kitchen table.

"My God, Ben! Here? In...in your kitchen?" Evelyn murmured when he sat her on the kitchen table.

Ben, overwhelmed by raging need, dropped his trousers, pulled out his erect cock, pushed up her skirt, shoved aside her panties, and shoved his throbbing erection into her.

"Oh, God, Ben!!!" Evelyn murmured. "I...I don't believe we're doing this here!"

"I'm...sorry...Evelyn...I...can't...wait!" Ben grunted as he drove into her ardently, feeling the warmth of her, glorying in the tightness he'd relished so much the previous night. "I...have...to...have you! I...I can't wait!"

Evelyn's bottom slid back and forth on the slick table top as he slammed into her. He grasped her hips and pulled her against him. Without warning, bright lights began to blink in his mind.

"Ah!!!! Oh, God, Ben!!! Oh, God!!! Oh! Ah!!!!!!! Ah!!!!" Evelyn groaned, "I'm coming!!!!! Aaaaahh!! Oh, yes!!!!!! Oh, yes!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Ben could feel paroxysms of ecstasy shaking his companion while she clung to him. When he felt Evelyn's hot cave begin to pulse, his insides uncoiled and his hot fluids spewed into her hot sleeve. "Oh!!! God!!!!! Oh, God!!!" he cried, squeezing her ass, pulling her against him. "Yes!!!! Yes!!!!!!"

When, at last, they finished, they clung to each other, barely able to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of their joining.

Evelyn, the first to move, leaned back and looked at Ben with fondness in her eyes. "That was, as the kids say, awesome!" she gasped.

"I'm sorry, Evelyn," Ben apologized. "It's just that...I needed you really bad..."

She kissed him softly. "It was marvelous!" she exclaimed. "Don't apologize! I'm thrilled that you wanted me that much."

"Yeah, but I should have more control. I acted just like a teen-ager," Ben continued. "I..."

"No teen-ager could possibly be the lover you are," Evelyn said. She giggled. "Are we going to make love here on the kitchen table again, or are you going to let me down?"

"Oh," Ben stepped back. "I...I'm sorry."

Evelyn slid down and stood in front of him. "Now what?" she asked.

"I don't suppose you want to correct papers, or discuss how your day went," Ben teased.

"Not for a second," Evelyn replied. "Actually, I managed to get all of my work finished while I was monitoring a study hall last period."

"Then I think we ought to go to bed," Ben said.

"I think so, too," Evelyn said, and started for the bedroom.

For a second, Ben stood there, watching her walk away from him, still a bit amazed at his good fortune. 

Evelyn stopped and looked back at him. "Are you coming with me?" she asked. "Or am I going to have to take care of myself?"

Blushing, Ben pushed himself away from the table and followed her, feeling his cock starting to harden again.

Inside the bedroom, he stood and watched as Evelyn removed her skirt, then pulled her silken blouse over her head.

"I like your outfit," he said softly.

"Do you?" Evelyn smiled. "I wore it because I thought I'd see you in school today." She giggled again, a wonderful sound. "I thought you might like it. I never expected it to have the effect on you it did, though."

Ben stood drinking her in with his eyes. "You're very beautiful, Evelyn," he said softly. She blushed.

"Don't stop what you were doing," Ben said. His chest was tight and talking wasn't easy. He hadn't felt like this in a long, long time. "I want to watch you get undressed."

Evelyn reached around behind her and unfastened the clasp holding her bra closed. Then she lowered her arms and let the blouse slide down and flutter to the floor.

Ben watched the bra fall and his body jerked as if he'd been zapped with a cattle prod. She was so beautiful! As he continued to gaze at her, Evelyn's hands went to her underpants and she bent and slid them down her supple legs.

Once her panties were off, Evelyn straightened up and smiled at him. "Now you," she said softly, her voice hoarse with passion. "It's time for you to get naked, too."

Ben stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his pants with trembling hands, and pushed them down, taking his underwear along. It wasn't easy. He was hard again and he had problems getting the pants over his unyielding member. Finally, after displaying much less grace disrobing than Evelyn had, he was nude.

With a soft smile on her face and fire in her eyes, Evelyn started toward him. When she was close enough, she reached out and wrapped her hands around his straining prong.

Ben gasped with delight.

"You like that, do you?" Evelyn murmured.

Ben gulped and nodded. He was so overwhelmed with passion it was difficult for him to speak. "Uh-huh," he croaked.

"You'll probably like this, even more," Evelyn purred. She sank to her knees and began to kiss his swollen, veined shaft, which was still slick with the juices of their recent coupling.

The pleasure Ben received from Evelyn's ministrations was so intense it verged on pain. He looked down and what he beheld was so incredibly stimulating, he feared he would come. While he watched, Evelyn wrapped her lips around the arrow-shaped tip of his straining cock and he felt his legs begin to tremble.

After licking and suck the tip of his swollen cock for awhile, Evelyn allowed more of the shaft into her mouth. Ben groaned. Evelyn's oral ministrations were having a mighty effect on him. His peak was coming closer and closer. If she kept that up too long, he'd come!

"Evelyn, please!" he moaned. "Don't make me come like that. I...Ohhhhh!!! I want to be in you!!!"

The warmth surrounding his cock was gone, then Evelyn's lucious body pressed against him and her lips covered his. Ben tasted himself on her mouth and found that experience incredibly erotic.

"Let's get in bed," Evelyn whispered. She walked over, laid down, legs spread, and held her arms out to him.

Ben was standing next to the bed, then he was atop her. His cock, as if drawn guided by an invisible hand, slid into her.

"Yesssssssss!!!" Evelyn hissed, clutching at him. "Give it to me!!! Take meeee!!"

Ben needed no encouragement. Like a stallion, he plowed into her, driving her firm body against the bed. He couldn't get enough of her!

"Now!!! Oh, God!!! Evelyn!!! Now!!!!" he screamed, as his seed rushed into her. "Evelyn!!!!!! Oh, God, Evelyn!!!!!!!!"

"Yeah!!!! Oh, yeah!!!!" Evelyn shrieked as his eruption triggered her explosion. "Take me!!! Oh, God, Ben!!! Take me!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! I'm coming!!! Oh, God!!!!! Yes!!!! Yes!!! Yessssssssssss!!!!!!!"

Spent, Ben collapsed atop Evelyn and kissed her, then he rolled off and pulled her into his arms. "You are incredible!" he told her.

Evelyn smiled and returned his kiss. "You're pretty fantastic yourself!" she said. She pushed herself up on an elbow and looked down at him. "Are you always that intense? When you make love, I mean?"

Ben caressed one of her breasts gently. "No, sometimes I like to be gentle with my women," he said. "Once I get my strength back, I'll be happy to show you that kind of love-making, too."

Evelyn returned his kiss tenderly. "I can hardly wait," she said, then she snuggled into the warm circle of his arms and, to his surprise, fell asleep.

Ben realized Evelyn was sleeping soundly and held her for a time. He eventually decided he might as well get up and do some work, since he wasn't in the least sleepy. He got out of bed, put on his bathrobe, picked up a folder containing some essays students in his class had written, but his predecessor hadn't had time to correct.

He started reading the essays. The assigned topic was to write an essay describing the person you most admire. The majority of the papers were what he'd have expected from high school students. Many of the boys wrote about one sports hero or another. Quite a few of the girls wrote about famous women, and a couple even mentioned a teacher they'd had.

One paper, however, stood out. It talked about the author's father and was written in a very loving and evocative fashion. And, surprisingly, the essay sounded sincere, as if the subject of it really was everything his child said he was.

Ben hadn't checked to see who wrote it first, and found himself impressed, both by the author, and the subject of the essay. "This young lady's father sounds like quite a man," he thought as he continued reading the paper. "I'd like to meet him." He was about to turn to the first page when he heard Evelyn sigh. He looked over at the bed and saw her lying there, smiling at him, a wistful look on her face.

"You left me," she said, pouting prettily.

"I wasn't sleepy and I didn't want to wake you, so I thought I'd get some work done while you slept," he said. He laid the paper on the table next to his chair, stood up, and walked to the bed. "You all rested?" he asked, shedding his robe.

He slid into his king-sized bed and his lips immediately went to Evelyn's protruding nipples while her hands slid between them, seeking his erection.

They lay there, slowly, joyfully, exploring, caressing, and rousing each other. Ben was a little surprised how fast his need for Evelyn was growing.

Then Evelyn rolled on her back and pulled him on top of her. Ben didn't have to be told what the gorgeous woman wanted. His erection, sandwiched between them, rubbed against her belly and her rigid nipples, hot points of need, prodded his chest.

"Take me, Ben!" Evelyn urged, "Now! God! I need you again!!" Her voice, like her body, was filled with urgency.

Ben raised his hips, then lowered them, and felt his rigid shaft slide into Evelyn's tight channel.

"Yes!!! Oh, Lover!!! Yes!!!!" Evelyn groaned, "That's what I need!!!!"

Ben began moving his hips. The ardent couple rode breaking waves of ecstasy and their bodies struggled while they exchanged the utmost in erotic sensations.

"Yes!!!! Yes!!! Oh, Ben, yes!!!!!" Evelyn cried, her body writhing against Ben. "I'm coming!!!! Take me!!! Take me!!!!!! Take me!!!!!!!!"

"Yes!!!! Oh, yes!!!!!!!" Ben cried, exploding his juices into Evelyn's pitching, twisting body.

Afterward, as they lay in each other's arms, Evelyn kissed Ben. "I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Every time we make love it's more wonderful and satisfying than the last time was!"

"It is pretty terrific, isn't it?" Ben agreed. He took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"Want to do an instant replay?" he asked when the kiss ended.

"I think, maybe, I need to rest a little," Evelyn said. "What were you working on while I was asleep?"

"I was reading some essays about people the kids consider influences in their lives," he said.

"I most of the boys wrote about football and basketball players and the girls wrote about famous women, right?" Evelyn said.

"You're right about most of the boys," Ben admitted. "You know, one of the essays was excellent, though. The author wrote about her father. I'll show you..." He rolled over, reached out, grabbed the essay he'd been reading, and handed it to Evelyn.

While Evelyn read the essay, Ben watched her and, from the look in her eyes, he could see she was as impressed as he'd been. When she finished reading the essay, she turned to the back page and looked at the student's name. "Oh, now I understand," she said.

"Who wrote it?" Ben asked. "I didn't check. I figure if I don't know the author's name, I won't pre-judge the paper."

"This was written by Dawn Dillon," Evelyn replied. "She can do excellent work when she puts her mind to it. Which, unfortunately, isn't that often."

Ben felt a pang deep down inside him when he heard the name Dillon. Five years ago he had an affair with a woman named Nancy Dillon. She was married and had a daughter who, if he remembered correctly, could be a high school senior now.

"She obviously adored her father," Evelyn said, unaware of Ben's discomfiture. "It's really sad."

"What's sad?" he asked.

"That her father's died," Evelyn said. "He died of cancer or something about a year ago, if I remember correctly. The principal told us about it at a faculty meeting when it happened."

Ben's heart was pounding and he was having difficulty breathing. "What...what's the girl's mother's name?" he asked. "Do...do you know?"

"I think its Nancy, or Nanette - some name that starts with an 'N'," Evelyn said. "She's an executive with some company here in town. Why?"

"I knew some people named Dillon when...when I was in high school," Ben lied.

Evelyn looked thoughtful for a moment. "Dawn has a couple of older brothers," she said, "but I don't think they were in your class. If I remember correctly, they're a few years younger than you."

"Oh," Ben said, nodding.

"You know," Evelyn whispered, kissing him gently. "I think I'm ready for that replay you were talking about, even if it isn't instant."

Ben felt himself begin to tremble as Evelyn's hands began to move over him, her touch feather-light, teasing, tantalizing. "Oh, God, Evelyn, that feels so good!!" he whispered. It felt as if her hands were touching him everywhere. That is, except his penis, which stood rampant, pointing at the ceiling. She continued her caresses, reducing Ben to a quivering mass of flesh, groaning and twisting on the bed.

Evelyn slid her body on top of his, then got to her knees, reached between them, grasped his erection, and began to tease herself with it.

Ben gasped as the tip of his steel-hard pole slid between the humid lips of her vagina. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he groaned. "Oh, Evelyn, please!!! Please!!!"

Evelyn lowered herself, and Ben felt her shudder as his hard, throbbing cock moved into her body! When her pubic hair mingled with his, she rocked her hips, causing their pubic bones to grind together for a few seconds.

After a few moments, Evelyn stopped and remained still atop Ben, allowing the wonderful sensations resulting from their joining to sweep through them. Then, once more, she started rocking her hips.

Ben couldn't believe how wonderful Evelyn's actions felt. The walls of her clutching tube slid along the sides of his rigid pole and glorious sensations coursed through him, filling him with warmth and delight.

Evelyn's sinuous movements produced slow-motion delight. Ben could feel joy building slowly, wonderfully, touching every fiber of his being! Then, as he watched, he could see her orgasm begin, in a kind of slow-motion, bursting forth deep inside her, then spreading out, delightfully sweeping over her, overwhelming her.

"Oh, Ben!!!! I'm coming!!!!" she cried. Her self-control vanished instantly and her body went wild. "So...So good!!!! So good!!!! Ahh!!!!! Ahhh!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!"

"Uhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Ben roared, erupting into her like a human volcano.

Evelyn's wild motions finally stilled, she collapsed atop him breathing hard. Then she rolled off him, onto her side, and kissed him. "That...that was so wonderful!" she whispered. "I...I think I'm going to fall asleep again. I...I'm sorry."

"That's OK," Ben said. He pulled the covers over them, shut off the light, and felt Evelyn snuggling against him. Before long he could hear the even sounds of her breathing as she slept.

"Nancy's husband died," he mused. "I didn't know. I...I wonder if she's OK. I...I wonder if she's found someone and is remarried." He'd never been able to get Nancy Dillon out of his mind. As he lay there, he recalled his former lover's slim, lovely body and pretty face. "I...I wonder if she still looks like that," he thought. Then he, too, was asleep.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 04



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Nancy Dillon was sitting at her desk, in her office, engrossed in reports the company's domestic sales manager had dropped off. She was forty-five years old, but usually when she told people who didn't know here what her true age was, they were shocked. She had honey brown hair that she had taken to wearing very closely cropped in the past year. Her pert, unlined face was still a very close match to the picture in her high school yearbook and, in fact, it might have been improved by the passing of years. The wide blue eyes that highlighted that face were one of her best features. And, in spite of the fact that she had two grown sons and a teenage daughter, her dress size was exactly what it was when she graduated from high school.

The intercom on the phone buzzed and she picked it up. "What is it, Tom?" she asked her secretary.

"It's a Mr. Ted Adamson," her secretary said. "I'm sorry, Mrs. D. He insisted on talking with you personally."

"That's all right, Tom," Nancy said. "I'll take the call." She felt a rush of emotions that disturbed her. She hadn't heard from Ted in years, although once, nearly five years ago, she did have an affair with him. She was a bit startled to find memories of that time evoking feelings very similar to the ones she'd felt then.

She pushed the button to pick up the line Ted's call was on. "Hello, Ted," she said.

"Hello, Nancy," Nancy recognized Ted's deep, mellow voice. "It's been quite a long while since I've spoken with you."

"Is there a problem with your account?" Nancy asked. When she ended their affair, she had his account transferred to another sales person in the company. She had called Ted and explained that she was doing it because she wanted to save her marriage and, to her surprise, Ted graciously said he understood completely.

She wondered why he was calling her now? Had he heard she'd been widowed? Did he think that meant their affair could resume...after all these years?

"I'd like to have dinner with you," Ted said. "If you have time. And if you'd like to."

"Is...is there something wrong with your account?" Nancy asked hesitantly.

"Oh, no, quite the contrary," Ted said. "Myron is everything you said he'd be. It's just that I do enjoy your company, and...well...I thought maybe we could have dinner. Just dinner, for old time's sake."

Nancy was torn. Should she go? She really had no reason not to go. "I...I don't see why not?" she said at last. "Are you staying in the same place?"

"Yes, I am," Ted said. "Nancy, I have to tell you I'm delighted. I can't wait to see you again. Is seven all right? I'll meet you in the dining room."

"That sounds fine," Nancy said.

Nancy was distracted for the remainder of the afternoon. Why, after all this time, had he called her? She recalled what Ted had been like as a lover; gentle, considerate, and very skillful; and felt warmth spreading through her. Her husband, George, died of prostate cancer a year before, and Nancy hadn't been with a man since. Feelings denied for far too long began to make their presence known, and that disturbed her.

Nancy did call home to tell her daughter, Dawn, that she had a meeting, and wouldn't be home until late. Her daughter said that would be OK. "She's really a wonderful girl," Nancy thought after she hung up the phone.

At six-thirty, Nancy left the office, got in her car and began the drive to the hotel where she was meeting and dining with Ted. When she arrived at the up-scale inn, she parked in back, locked her car, and went inside, feeling almost as funny as she had five years ago when she was coming here to conduct an affair.

She found Ted, who looked as handsome as ever, waiting in the lobby. He smiled broadly and gave her an appreciative look, which wasn't surprising. Nancy's lithe body was covered by a deep red velvet pantsuit that consisted of wide-leg pants and a cardigan top that dipped daringly low in front.

Nancy returned Ted's smile and started toward him. "I hope you don't mind that I'm early," she said, giving him a gentle hug and light kiss on the cheek. Even that innocent contact sent thrills rippling through her. "I'm going to have to be careful," she thought.

"Why on earth would I be upset that someone as lovely as you are is early?" Ted replied. "Are you hungry?"

"A...a little," Nancy replied. "I've had a busy day. Now that I'm head of sales, I have the good fortune of sitting in my office all day, reviewing sales reports other people submit."

"Let's eat," Ted said. He took Nancy's arm and they went into the dining room.

The hostess seated them in a booth in the corner of the dimly-lit restaurant.

"This is nice," Nancy said. "It's been a long time since I've gotten out for dinner."

The waitress appeared, took their order, then left.

"You're probably wondering why I called you," Ted said.

Nancy nodded. "Yes, I was," she replied.

"Actually, other than the fact that I really enjoy your company," Ted said, "There really is no valid reason. I hope you aren't angry. I suppose you could say I got you here under false pretenses."

"I...I'm not angry," Nancy stammered. "I...I guess I'm flattered. How have you been?"

"I've been fine," Ted replied. "Would you believe I'm a grandfather?"

"You're kidding!" Nancy exclaimed.

Ted shook his head. "Actually, I've been one for two years, now," he said, "compliments of my daughter and her husband. How is your family?"

"The...the kids are fine," Nancy said. "Both of the boys are in graduate school, and my daughter is in eighth grade."

Ted shook his head. "I still find it hard to believe a woman as young-looking and lovely as you are has children in junior high school, much less graduate school," he said. "How is your husband?"

Nancy took a deep breath. "George...he...he died a year ago," she said softly.

"What?" Ted asked, stunned. "Oh, Nancy, I'm so sorry to hear that. What...what happened?"

Nancy looked at him. "It... it was prostate cancer," she said. "We...we found out too late. They tried everything, but nothing worked." She shrugged.

"I can't believe it," Ted said. "How...how were things between you?"

"They...they were wonderful," Nancy said. "We...we got involved in couple's therapy, and I got individual therapy. When...when George died we...we were happier than...than we ever were..."

"I'm so sorry to hear about this," Ted said. "How are you handling it?"

Nancy looked at him and smiled wanly. "I'm coping," she said, "Actually, I guess I'm coping quite well. I've gotten a promotion at work, and the kids and I have never been closer, so..." She stopped and stared at her hands.

The waitress brought their food and their conversation ended while they ate.

Even though she hadn't eaten all day, Nancy found she wasn't hungry. She sat there, picking at her food absently with her fork.

"What's the matter, Nancy, aren't you hungry?" Ted said. "Or is there something wrong with your food?"

Nancy shrugged. "I...I guess I'm just not very hungry," she said. "The food...it...it tastes wonderful, but..."

Ted put his fork down and sat there, looking across the table at her tenderly. "Would you think I was terrible if I told you I think about what happened between us almost every day?" he said softly.

Nancy, surprised, looked at him. "You...you do?" she stammered.

Ted nodded and smiled. "I know it probably sounds like I'm giving you a line, but..." he said and shrugged. "You have no idea how pleased I was when you said you'd join me for dinner tonight." He reached across the table and laid his hand on hers.

Nancy, her heart pounding, looked at him.

Ted took a deep breath. "You know, I just realized I'm not that hungry, either," he said softly.

Nancy felt as if someone had wrapped steel bands around her chest.

"Would...would you like to...to go somewhere more private?" Ted asked softly.

Nancy at first was inclined to turn him down, then she realized there was no reason for her to do that. She looked across the table, smiled, and nodded.

They got up, Ted paid the tab, then, arm-in-arm, they started for his room.

"I'm really nervous about this," Nancy whispered as they walked down the hotel corridor. "What...what if it's been too long? What if...?"

Ted stopped, turned to face her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Nancy returned the kiss with surprising urgency.

"Don't worry, Nancy, I'm sure this will be wonderful," Ted told her once the kiss ended.

They reached his room. Ted put the key in the lock and opened the door, and they went into the room. He closed the door behind them, and put the chain latch on.

Nancy turned and faced him, hugging herself nervously, as if she didn't know what to do next. Then Ted took her in his arms and kissed her. Moaning softly, she pressed against him, her arms locking him in a powerful embrace.

Ted slid his tongue out and caressed her lips. Her tongue emerged, seeking contact with his. Their tongues caressed; softly, tenuously at first, then with growing urgency as the kiss continued. He cupped her bottom, pulling her against the growing hardness at his middle.

Flushed and breathing hard, they leaned back in each other's arms. Ted took his hands from her bottom and began opening her top. When he had it undone, Nancy let her arms drop to her sides so he could remove it. He turned his attentions next to her slacks, which quickly puddled at her feet. The only clothing remaining on her lithe body was the lacy bra, a pair of bikini underpants, and pantyhose.

While Ted was undressing Nancy, she was also undressing him. Soon he, too, was clad in only underwear and socks. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Before they lay down, he undid the clasp of her bra and her breasts sprang free, their tips already rigid.

Ted pulled Nancy against him and kissed her. The tightly coiled gray hair on his chest teased her rigid nipples and more thrills swept through her. When the kiss was over, he peeled down her panties and stockings and had her lay on the bed.

Ted stripped his underwear and socks off and joined her. Their warm bodies slid together and again they kissed.

Ted, who was apparently extremely aroused, wasted no time. He rolled atop Nancy, who parted her legs to allow him between them. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and Nancy's already-wet vagina and she moved her hips, rubbing herself against him, sending thrills coursing through her.

Ted raised his hips and the tip of his rigid pole slid down, into her warm, damp portal. He thrust into her, bringing a gasp of joy from her.

"Oh, God! I need you so badly!" Nancy murmured, her eyes wide.

"I need you just as badly!" Ted said. To demonstrate, he began driving into her powerfully.

Nancy could feel her snug channel clutching his shaft lovingly. The sensations were wondrous! She'd been without this for a long time, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold back long. Her pelvis thrust against his urgently, her arms locked round his neck and she pulled his face to hers. Their lips joined.

Great, wracking spasms shook Nancy when her orgasm flowered, and she moaned into Ted's mouth. The walls of her vagina rippled, caressing his cock, milking his juices from him. When she felt Ted's fluids shooting into her, Nancy continued to clutch him, groan into his mouth, and strain against him, shaking powerfully.

When their initial fierce need was sated, they stayed as they were, with Ted atop Nancy looking down into her smiling face. He bent and kissed her softly.

"God! Was that ever wonderful!" she murmured.

"It certainly was!" Ted replied.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked softly.

"What would you like to do?" Ted responded.

"I think I'd like it if you just held me for a while," Nancy said. She kissed him again.

"I think I can manage that," Ted said. He rolled off her and held her in his arms for a long time. After a while, he began stroking her back lightly and felt her skin rippling as his hand slid over it.

"Ohhhhh, Ted!!!" Nancy moaned, "that feels so nice!"

"I hope you don't mind, I...I just can't be this close to you and not touch you," he said.

"I...I don't mind, not at all," Nancy replied. She moved her leg and made a face. "I'm all sticky, I want to take a bath before we do anything else."

"There is a huge shower in the bathroom," Ted said, "enjoy yourself."

 Nancy got out of bed, experienced a moment's discomfort about the fact that she was nude, then she shook the feeling off and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she was standing under the hot spray, her eyes closed. She felt cool air flowing over her when the shower door opened, turned, opened her eyes, and jumped.

"Damn you, Ted, you startled me," she said.

Ted grinned. "I was wondering if you might need help with your bath," he said.

"Ah..." Nancy hesitated for a second, then she smiled and said, "I think I could use some help washing my back."

Ted stepped into the shower, took the soapy washcloth from Nancy, and began washing her. She gurgled with delight as he slid the lathery cloth over her body.

"Nobody's given me a bath in a long, long time," Nancy murmured, "It feels wonderful!" Soft moans replaced her giggles when Ted began lathering her breasts. Her nipples grew rigid, poking through the foamy suds surrounding them.

Ted slid the cloth down over her gently rounded belly, between her legs.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Nancy cooed, parting her legs. She grabbed his arms and hung on while he thoroughly lathered her vagina. Her legs were trembling and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath.

Nancy grabbed the hand that was twirling on her middle and Ted looked at her, puzzled. "If you...you keep doing that," she panted, "You're going to make me come!"

"Would that be such a terrible thing?" Ted asked, grinning. He resumed the caresses that were driving her wild.

"Mmmmmmm!!!!" Nancy murmured, her hips beginning to rock against his caressing hand. "I...I guess not."

Ted moved behind her and pressed his body against hers. When he did, his cock, which had hardened as he washed her, slid between her buttocks.

"Oh, God!" Nancy murmured, "If I'm not mistaken, you're turned on again, too, aren't you?"

"It certainly does feel that way, doesn't it?" Ted said. He wrapped his hands around her breasts and rocked his hips. His cock slid in and out of the cleft between Nancy's soap-slick buttocks.

"Oh, God, Ted, that feels fabulous!" Nancy said, shuddering, "But...but I need you! I want you in me again!"

"I want it in you, too," Ted whispered. "Bend over."

Nancy bent forward and felt the tip of Ted's cock slide between the lips of her lathery cavern.

"Oh!!!" she gasped, "Oh, Ted!!! That's marvelous!!!"

Ted slid his cock into her, grabbed her hips and began thrusting vigorously.

Nancy leaned against the wall of the shower stall and shoved her bottom back at him. "This is...Oh!!!...incredible!!!" she groaned, her hips rocking. "Don't stop!!! Oh, God, Ted!!! Don't you dare stop!!!"

Ted, grunting, kept hammering into her. It was clear he had no intention of stopping!

"I...I...Oh, God, Ted, I'm going to come!!!!" Nancy crooned. Her body began to move more urgently and her moans reached a peak as an intense orgasm swept through her. "Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!! Annnhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Finished, they clung to each other until their legs could hold them, then they finished their bath, toweled each other dry, and returned to bed.

"You're very inventive, aren't you?" Nancy whispered, snuggling against Ted, her head nestled against his chest. She kissed one of his nipples, then licked the spot she'd kissed. She heard him murmur softly and continued to tease his nipples with her lips and tongue. That wasn't enough. She got to her knees, bent over him and took his penis in her mouth. It began growing stiffer and stiffer as her head moved up and down. While she sucked Ted's swelling organ, she slid her hands up and down his legs.

Ted began stroking her back and, very softly, said, "Nancy, dear."

She twisted around to look at him, but didn't stop what she was doing.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that, my dear!" he warned, his voice strained.

Instead of stopping, Nancy increased the tempo of what she was doing. Her hand moved to his balls and began massaging them.

"Oh, God, Nancy, I...I can't wait!" Ted moaned, "I...I can't wait!!!" With a howl of joy, he exploded, his fluids gushing into her mouth like water from a fire hose.

When Ted started coming, Nancy took her mouth from him, but continued to milk his cock with her hands. She kept it up until he was limp, then looked at him, smiling, traces of his sticky white goo on her chin.

"Was...was that good for you?" she whispered.

Ted nodded. "It was incredible!" he murmured.

"I don't know what came over me," she said softly, "it...I couldn't resist kissing it. Then...once I started...I...I didn't want to stop."

Ted held out his arms and she came into them, her body sliding onto his. She kissed him and they lay like that for a while.

After a few minutes of rest, Ted began sliding his hands over Nancy's smooth, warm body. She purred with delight. "I assume from what you're doing to me that you want to make love again?" she asked.

"Only if you want to," he replied.

Nancy giggled and said, "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do!"

Ted's explorations became more zealous. Nancy wailed with delight when he captured a turgid nipple between his lips and sucked it hard. Her back arched and she grabbed his ears and pulled his face against her.

Ted's hands kept moving over her, delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness in her crinkly black pubic hair. Her hips surged upward, seeking his touch. His fingers parted the slick, silken lips and slid into her and she moaned louder.

Nancy began fucking herself against his fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other. "Yes!!! Oh, Yes!!!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.

Ted kissed down her body, through her lush pubic thatch, found the swollen bud of her clit, and drew it into his mouth. 

"Yes!!!!! Yes!!!! Oh, yes!!!!" Nancy groaned. Her thighs clamped around his hand and her hips humped up and down as his hand and lips continued to bestow thrill after thrill on her.

At last Nancy's cries of ecstasy waned and she relaxed. It was Ted's turn to have a face smeared with come.

Nancy turned in Ted's arms, facing him, her nipples poking into his chest. He kissed her and she smiled weakly. "Oh, God!!" she exulted, "I'm still turned on! Let's do it some more!"

"I intend to," Ted said and kissed her. Their tongues dueled.

Nancy began kissing his chest, her soft lips moving to his nipples. She sucked his nipples again, just like he'd sucked hers moments before.

Ted was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued exploring his body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms.

"You like that?" she asked.

"Uh-huh!" Ted grunted.

His cock had risen again and was pressing against Nancy's belly. She rolled atop him, trapping his erection between them. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" she said.

"Look who's talking," Ted gasped.

Nancy began moving her hips, caressing his cock with her wet opening, exciting him even more. "I need you again!" she gasped, reached between them, grasped him and guided him into her. Once again, Ted's swollen shaft filled her tight cavern. Then she began moving. "Oh, God!!!" she cooed, "I love this!!! I love it!!!"

Faster and faster her hips moved, making his cock whip inside her, stirring her. Nancy's moans grew in intensity and her body began trembling.

"Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Oh, yes!!!!!!!! Oh, yesss!!!!!!!!" she cried, her hips going wild, her slender body shaking.




Ben & Nancy Ch. 04



Finished, they collapsed into each other's arms and laid there for quite a while, allowing their heart rates and breathing to return to near-normal.

"Ted...I...I've got to get home," Nancy said after she'd recovered the ability to speak. "Dawn will have the police out looking for me if I don't show up soon."

Ted kissed her gently. "I'm sorry to see you leave," he said, "If I call the next time I'm in town, can we get together again?"

"I...I don't see why not," Nancy replied. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. He stroked her back gently.

 "This has been wonderful," she murmured.

"It sure was," Ted agreed.

They got up, showered, and dressed. Ted walked Nancy to the door, pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.

"I'm glad I decided to call you today, I really am," he said.

"I am, too," Nancy replied. "And I'll be very hurt if you don't call the next time you're in town."

"I will call," he said, "Soon!" He kissed her again, then she left.

As she drove away from the motel feeling better than she had in a long time, Nancy found herself thinking that it was nice to be able to make love with Ted without feeling guilty afterward. The fact that he was the first man she'd been with since George died caused her a little twinge of guilt, but not much.

Then a new thought intruded on her reality, shocking her out of her pleasant mood. "What am I thinking? Ted...he...he's still married!" she realized, and once more she began feeling guilty. "My God! If...if I keep seeing him, I'm no better than I ever was, am I?" A determined look formed on her face. "I worked too hard to stop doing things like that," she thought. "I can't let myself fall into that kind of behavior again."



Ben & Nancy Ch. 05



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben immediately recognized Dawn Dillon when the girl walked into his classroom for English composition class. His heart started to pound and his chest felt tight. "God! She looks just like her mother must have looked when she was in high school grade!" he thought when the slim, lovely teenager walked into the room, moved down the aisle between the desks, and took a seat.

The classroom full of students sat there, looking at him expectantly. Ben stood up, picked up the corrected essays, and walked around in front of his desk. "I'm Mr. Morris," he said. "I'm going to be teaching this class for the rest of the year. I know a few of your names from other classes where I've substituted, don't I, Mikey?" He glanced at a blushing Mikey Bacon, who was notorious for making mischief, while the class giggled.

"I have your essays graded," Ben continued. "I'll call your name, you raise your hand, and I'll give it to you. It's one way for me to get to know who you are."

After he handed the last student her essay, Ben started back toward the front of the classroom. "I have a question for you," he said. "Do you think an aberration of nature makes a person admirable?"

"What do you mean?" Mikey Bacon asked.

"I'm not being critical of any of you who said pro athletes were admirable," Ben said, "but take pro basketball players, for example. They are freaks of nature. The only reason they're successful at what they do is because they were born bigger and more coordinated than normal people. Why does that make them admirable?"

"Because they make lots of money?" Mikey asked hopefully.

Melissa Griggs raised her hand. Ben nodded in her direction. "Just because you have a lot of money doesn't make you admirable," she said, looking a bit smug.

"Yeah, but some pro basketball players do all kinds of good stuff," Ronny Wiggins said. "They give money to charity, go visit kids in the hospital, stuff like that, doesn't that make them, you know, admirable?"

"What about firefighters?" Annalise Mills, whose mother was a firefighter/paramedic asked. "They do good stuff for people every day."

Ben remained quiet, watching and listening, as the kids struggled with the question he'd asked them. His eyes scanned the class, but kept drifting to Dawn Dillon. "I can't believe how much she looks like her mother," he thought. "She has the same slim build, the same lovely eyes, and her hair's even the same color."

The kids kept the discussion going, making some good points. When conversation began lagging, Ben decided to see if he could get them looking at a different aspect. "Some of you picked people who weren't famous," he said. "Quite a few of the girls see their parents as admirable. Ginger, you made a good case for your mother, so did you Annalise. Dawn, you made a very eloquent case for your father, too. What do the rest of you think?"

The discussion took on new life as the kids struggled to try and figure out how someone who wasn't famous could be admirable.

When Ben realized there were just a few minutes left in the period, he called a halt to the discussion. "What I'd like you to do for next class," he said, "is to write a one-page essay on what qualities you believe make a person admirable."

The bell rang, the kids picked up their books, and started filing out of the room.

"Dawn, can I speak to you for a second?" Ben said when the girl neared his desk.

"Ah...sure, Mr. Morris," the young woman said, looking nervous.

"I just wanted to tell you I was touched by your essay," Ben said when the classroom was empty. "It made me feel as if I knew your father. I was sorry to hear about what happened to him. He'd have been very proud of you."

"Ah...thanks, Mr. Morris," the girl said, blushing. Clutching her books to her chest, she left the room.

During his free period, Ben went to the teacher's lounge. There, he encountered Tosha Brown, a slim, attractive black woman who taught history.

"How's your first day going?" Tosha asked him.

"So far, so good," Ben said. "Better than I thought it would, actually."

"You know," Tosha said, grinning, "a lot of the girls have decided you're a real hunk."

"Aw come on," Ben replied, feeling himself blush. He'd never thought of himself in those terms.

Tosha poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Ben. "I understand you and Evelyn are an item," she said, holding her cup in both hands, sipping from it.

"I'm not an item with anybody," Ben said. "Evelyn and I have been seeing each other, but there aren't any commitments I'm aware of. At least I haven't made any."

Tosha peered at him over the rim of her cup, then lowered it. "Does that mean you'd come over to my place for dinner if I asked you?" she said softly.


Ben smiled at her. "I think I'd like that," he said. "Am I being asked?"

Tosha nodded, her brown eyes locked on his.

"When?" Ben asked. Tosha was quite attractive; an evening with her could turn out to be quite interesting.

"You doing anything tonight?" she asked softly.

Evelyn had told Ben she wouldn't be available tonight because, as a member of the teacher's union negotiating committee, she had to attend a school board meeting for negotiations on the new union contract. She said she expected the meeting to run very late. "Nothing much," Ben said.

Tosha smiled, displaying a mouth filled with even white teeth. "Dinner will be ready about six," she said. She picked up a piece of scrap paper and wrote something on it, then she pushed the paper across the table to Ben. "That's my address," she said.

At five-fifty-five, Ben knocked on the door of Tosha's apartment. She opened it, looking extremely attractive. She had on a ribbed white button-front cotton sweater and baggy jeans, cinched around her waist with a wide black belt with a silver buckle. The outfit highlighted her lithe body. Ben thought she looked terrific.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he said. "I like your outfit."

"Ah...thanks," Tosha replied, clearly pleased by his compliment. "Come in, dinner's almost ready."

She stepped back and Ben walked into the apartment. It was small, neat, and had been personalized with pictures and African art.

Tosha was acting a bit nervous. "Would...would you like coffee...or...or something?" she asked.

"You have a very nice apartment," Ben commented, looking around. The apartment was filled with the smell of their cooking dinner, but Ben found he wasn't all that hungry right then.

"Ah...thanks," Tosha said. She stood next to Ben in the small combination living room-dining room-kitchen looking as if she couldn't decide what to do next.

Ben decided to help. "Where's your coffee maker?" he asked. "I'll get some coffee started."

"It's over there, on the counter," Tosha said and gestured in that direction. "I keep the coffee in the refrigerator."

Ben found the materials and soon had coffee brewing while Tosha made herself comfortable on the sofa and watched. He looked over at her and she smiled. "This isn't the way it's supposed to be, is it?" she asked.

"What isn't?" Ben responded.

"You making coffee for me," Tosha said. "I mean, this is my place. And I did invite you here for dinner and..."

"I like it," Ben said. "Fussing over you makes me feel useful." That got him a smile. "I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but people tell me I do make a mean cup of coffee."

While the coffee maker worked, he sat down. Since the only seat available in the living room was the sofa Tosha was on, he had to sit next to her.

She tucked her legs under her and looked at him. "So what made you decide to become a teacher?" she asked.

Ben shrugged. "I'm not sure, exactly. It's just something I've always wanted to do," he said.

Tosha smiled. "I know, it was that way for me, too," she said. "I wanted to be a teacher from the first day I went to school."

Ben nodded. "I know exactly how you feel," he said. "Teaching is more than just a way to make a living, isn't it?"

Before Tosha could say anything else, Ben put his hand behind her head and urged her face toward his. She offered no resistance and their lips joined, sending hunger flooding through his body.

Tosha moaned softly into his mouth and moved against him, her arms sliding around his neck.

While the kiss lingered, Ben began to unbutton her sweater. When the buttons were open, he slid his hand under it and began stroking her silky-smooth belly.

Tosha made no effort to stop him, nor did she end the kiss. Instead, her tongue slid into his mouth and one of her hands began sliding over his pants, seeking his cock.

The kiss ended. Ben kissed her cheek, licked her ear, then his lips started moving down her neck.

Tosha kept fondling his cock through his pants, making it harder, causing lightning-bolts of pleasure to arc through him.

His hands continued to glide over her warm, smooth flesh, accompanied by Tosha's soft moans of joy. After a while, his kisses began moving downward. He felt the muscles of her stomach ripple as his lips and tongue caressed them. Tosha leaned against the back of the sofa, continuously uttering soft murmurs of delight. It was a wild new experience for Ben, who'd never made love to a black woman! He was as turned on as he could ever remember being!

From her belly, his lips traveled upward, once again journeying toward her breasts. He slid his hands around behind her and unhooked the clasp that held her lacy bra closed, baring what turned out one of the loveliest pairs of breasts he'd seen in a long time. They weren't big, but were perfectly conical. Small, enticing nipples jutted from small aureoles, which were a darker hue than the rest of her. Her breasts appeared almost painfully swollen.

When he began to lick and suck the swollen tips, mewls of delight gushed from Tosha and her hands fluttered, as if she wasn't sure what to do with them. Her body quivered and shook. He hadn't expected to get this far this fast, but since he was, he had no intention of halting until he'd gotten what he wanted.

Ben unfastened her belt, opened her pants, then he grasped her slacks and tugged them down. Tosha helped him as he exposed her lean legs. Now all she wore was a pair of lacy white bikinis which formed a stark contrast to her ebony skin.

He moved off the sofa and knelt beside it. Tosha stretched out, lifting one leg and draping it on the back of the sofa while Ben was still sucking her nipples. Her eyes were tightly closed and her body was quivering.

He slid his hand over the silken flesh covering one leg and cupped her middle. Tosha moaned, arched her back and her hips began to twist as he caressed her vagina through her panties. The wetness of her excitement had begun to soak through the sheer garment.

Ben kept caressing her damp gash and her hips rocked and twisted and her moans of joy got louder. He pushed the panties aside and touched her puffy labia.

Tosha began pulling at his arm. "Take me, Ben!!! Please!! I want you in me!" she murmured ardently.

When he heard her fervent request, Ben stood up, quickly got out of his clothes, and laid on top of Tosha's lean, black body. She slid her hand between them, gripped his cock, and guided it to her slick opening.

Ben felt his cock sinking into Tosha and thought he'd never been in anyone as tight! As wet as she was, his cock had to fight its way into her. For a minute, he wondered if she were a virgin, but as ecstasy rushed through him, pleasure became the only thing he could comprehend!

Tosha locked her legs behind Ben and forced her pelvis against him. Her eyes were shut, her neck muscles were corded, and her body strained against his. Suddenly, she exploded.

"Yeah!!! Oh, Lord!!! Oh, Lord!!!" she cried, her body twisting and turning wildly. "Give it to me, Ben!!! Harder!!! Oh, shit!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Oh, shit!!! I'm...I'm coming!!! Fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme!!!!!"

The wild motions of Tosha's body sent a hurricane of delectable emotions swirling through Ben. It was so intense he had little control! His hips began beating a wild tattoo against hers. He drove against her, his passion rising, then supreme delight washed over him as he exploded. 

"Gahhhhh!!!!!" he groaned as he erupted into her. It was as wonderful an orgasm as he could recall having in along, long time.

"That's it!!!" Tosha exulted when they finished, "That's what I been needing!!!"

Ben pulled out of her, then kneeling on the floor next to the sofa, he put his arms around her and looked at her. The white panties still encircled her middle and her ebony skin shone from sweat their exertions had brought out. He thought she was gorgeous.

He stood up, scooped her into his arms and started for the bedroom.

Tosha's arms slid around his neck and her face brushed his cheek. "What...what are you going to do to me now?" she asked hesitantly.

"You'll see," Ben told her as he carried her to her bedroom. "It will be wonderful!"

In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed, removed her panties, then he laid down next to her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, gently at first, but the kiss grew fervid and Tosha's arms stole around him as she molded her wondrous dusky body to his.

Ben's hands roamed the warm, smooth sable surface of her slim torso, stroking her everywhere he could reach. She moaned softly and her tongue lashed his.

The kiss, sweet as it was, ended, and Ben's lips moved to her neck, then onto her chest. Breath hissed from her and she rolled on her back, giving him better access to her breasts. He took his time, sucking the rigid tips, nibbling them to the accompaniment of sounds of elation.

"God, Ben, do I ever love the way you make me feel!" she purred. "Inviting you over was the best idea I ever had!" Her hand coasted over his back as he devoured her with his lips and tongue. "I've never felt this wild!"

As he kissed her breasts, Tosha's body began moving sinuously, driven by pleasure his lips, tongue, and hands evoked.

"Oh, Lordy!" she moaned, "What you're doing feels so incredible!" Her body twisted and turned as his hand slid between her slim legs and onto her pussy. "Oh!!!!" she groaned. Her hips rose off the bed as her back arched, "Oh, yeah, Ben, do that! That's wonderful! So wonderful!!"

Ben slid a finger into her snug opening, slick and slippery with the juices he'd spewed into it earlier and began thrusting gently. Tosha responded with the age-old motions of sex.

So far, the evening was going wonderfully for Ben. Tosha was as exciting as any woman he'd ever been with. He could see her passion growing by leaps and bounds. The more he caressed her, the more fervent were the sounds she made and her body moved even more frantically. He knew she was headed for release.

Ben took his lips from Tosha's hard-tipped breasts and began kissing his way across her concave belly. He could feel her belly ripple as his tongue lapped it. The fact that the skin he was kissing was dark made what he was doing more arousing than anything he could recall.

"Gahhhh!!!!" Tosha groaned, her body straining against his mouth. "Good Lord, Ben! You're making me crazy!!! That feels so damn good!!! It's wonderful!!! So wonderful!!!"

He kissed through her pubic hair, his tongue licking the opening his finger was thrusting into. Her hips rose, pressing her vagina against his face.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Oh, Lord, Ben!!! Oh, Lord!!! Yesssssss!!!" she cried. "So good!!! So good!!!" Her hips twisted and her legs strained in response to the intense pleasure he was evoking in her.

Ben explored the upper rim of her slit with his tongue, seeking her clit, not finding it. When he licked the spot where it should have been, Tosha went wild!

"Ah!!! Too good!!! Too good!!! My Lord!!! Never, ever felt this goood!!!" she groaned, her back arching like a bow. "Lord!!! Oh, Lord!!! I can't stand it!!! I can't stand it!!! Feels too good!!! I...I...Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her body stiffened, her fingers dug into his arm. "Gahhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Screams of delight continued to pour from Tosha and her body remained arched, quivering, quaking, straining while Ben punished her with his lips and fingers. "Eeeeeeeeyahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" After her last, loud cry, Tosha went limp. Ben kissed her pussy one last time, pulled his finger out, and stretched out next to her.

Tosha lay there next to him, her chest rising and falling gently, her eyes closed, a smile on her face. After a few moments, she turned to face him, opened her pretty brown eyes, and smiled softly. "God! That was incredible!" she gushed, "Mr. Morris, you have a magic tongue!" She pressed against him and kissed him fervently. She chuckled. "The girls in school are right, you sure as hell are a hunk!"

What he'd just done to Tosha had revitalized Ben's cock. He could feel it pressing against her soft, smooth belly.

She slid a hand between them and gripped it. "Damn! You're hard again!" she exclaimed, looking startled. "I...I..."

"What's the matter, are you worn out?" Ben asked.

Tosha stroked his cock. "No way! Never! Take me!! Put that thing in me and make me feel like that again!" she implored.

"It would be my pleasure," Ben said. He began caressing her lovely ebony peaks once more.

Ben was turned on and Tosha seemed to be, too. His hands moved over her warm flesh and passion once again blossomed.

"Make love to me again, Ben!" Tosha moaned, her chest heaving, her hand clutching his cock. "I want you in me! I gotta have you again!"

Ben rolled on her side so her back was to him. He guided a lean, lovely leg over his, pulled her against him, then he reached over her hip and guided his cock into her. A shudder of ecstasy went through him as his rigid pole entered her incredibly snug channel once again.

"Damn, but you're big!" Tosha gasped, "Goddamn! I think you're in me all the way to my throat! Jesus!!!"

Ben began moving. His hand covered the spot where their bodies joined, found her clit, and began stroking it.

"Oh!!!!" Tosha groaned. Her body jolted and shook as Ben lunged against her. "So good!!! Feels so good!!! More!!! Do me more!!!!" Her hand covered his, urging him on.

Ben had to use every last bit of self-control he had to keep from coming, given the snug, rippling grip of her pussy. He kept thrusting into her and rubbing her clit. Before long, he felt her stiffen and her hand tightened on his.

"Now!!! Oh, Lord, Ben!!! Now!!! Yes!!!" Tosha cried. "Eeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Now!!! Now!!!! I'm coming!!!! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckmeeee!!!!!" Tosha's body went into wracking spasms.

There was no longer any reason for Ben to hold back. He quivered and moaned as his pulsating cock spewed hot cream into the woman in his arms. "Take it!!! Take ittttttttt!!!" he yelled.

They were both so spent that they dozed off. Ben lay next to Tosha, musing that the evening had been far more satisfying than he expected it to be. And it didn't matter at all that he never did get to eat the dinner Tosha had cooked for him. "I guess I'll have to settle for breakfast instead," he thought, just before he dozed off. 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 06



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter six

Nancy was surprised when she came home from work and found her daughter, Dawn, hard at work at the computer in the den. "What are you doing, honey, playing games?" she asked. She thought her daughter had gotten bored with soap operas and was playing the games installed on their computer to pass the time.

"I'm writing a short story for English comp," Dawn replied, her fingers continuing to fly over the keyboard.

"A...a short story?" Nancy said, surprised her daughter was actually doing something productive. "I take it you have to have it in tomorrow."

"Nope," Dawn said, "It isn't due until next Friday, but I want to get it right."

"When did you develop such a strong interest in English comp?" Nancy asked. "I thought you told me Mrs. Wallingford was a boring teacher."

"She's not the teacher any more," Dawn said, turning to look at her mother. "She had to leave because her husband is sick or something. We have a new teacher, and he makes writing a lot of fun. He says I'm really a good writer."

"Oh," Nancy said. "I didn't know. When did all this happen?"

Dawn shrugged. "I don't know, two or three weeks ago, I guess," she said. "I got an A on an essay I wrote. It...it was about Dad. You wanna read it?"

"I'd love to, honey," Nancy said. "What's your new teacher's name?"

"Mr. Morris," Dawn said. She got up from the computer and walked out of the room. "I'll get that essay so you can read it," she called as she walked down the hall toward her bedroom.

"Mr. Morris?" Nancy thought, noticing a fluttering in her stomach. "Is it possible it's Ben? Could that be?" She vaguely recalled hearing that the young man who used to do chores around their house - and who she once had an affair with - had gone to college to become a teacher, but she wasn't sure. She hadn't seen Ben since their affair ended five years earlier, although she did think about him often. "Wouldn't that be ironic?" she mused, sitting down in a chair next to the computer. "Ben teaching my daughter."

Dawn walked back into the room carrying a paper and handed it to her mother. "Here you go, Mom," she said.

"Honey do...do you know what Mr. Morris's first name is?" Nancy asked hesitantly.

"It's Ben, I think," Dawn replied. "I think I heard one of the other teachers call him that." She sat down, turned to the computer, and began to type. "You know him, Mom. A long time ago he used to do stuff around the house, like mow the grass and stuff, remember?"

"Yes...of...of course," Nancy said. "I...I was wondering if it was him." "God!" she thought. "What a small world!" She began reading the essay her daughter had written, and felt tears forming in her eyes. She knew how much Dawn loved her father, but had no idea she had the ability to put her feelings into such poignant words. "Honey, this is wonderful," she said softly after she finished reading the essay. "Your father would be very proud of you."

"That's funny," Dawn said, glancing over at her mother. "Mr. Morris said the same thing."

"He...he did?" Nancy replied.

"Yeah," Dawn said. She resumed typing.

"I'm going to go and make dinner," Nancy said, standing up. "I'll call you when it's ready."

"You want me to help?" Dawn asked.

"No, honey, that's OK," Nancy said. "You keep working."

Nancy made dinner, she and her daughter ate, and Dawn helped with the dishes. Nancy was surprised when Dawn went back to the computer once the dishes were finished.

Nancy stood in the doorway to the den, watching her daughter working. "Ben must be a very good teacher," she mused. "Nobody's ever gotten Dawn this interested in schoolwork before."

While Dawn worked, Nancy went into the living room, sat down, and read a book.

Much later, Dawn walked into the living room. "I'm going to bed, now, Mom," she said. "I love you."

"I think I'll go to bed, too, honey," Nancy said. She put her book down, stood up, turned off the lights, and followed her daughter upstairs. After kissing Dawn, she went into her room, got undressed, slipped on her nightgown, and slid into bed.

As she lay there, trying to get to sleep, she found she couldn't get memories of Ben out of her mind. She'd been so ashamed of herself the day she seduced him. Ben - she'd called him Benny then - had come over to help her with yard work, just as he'd been doing for years. They took a break and went in the house for sodas...

**********

She got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Ben. Their hands brushed, an electric jolt raced up her arm, and she jumped. "I have to stop this! What's wrong with me?" she thought. She smiled at the young man, who looked very nervous. "Have you got a steady girl, Benny?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not really," Ben replied, his voice cracking a little. "I...I did have, but she broke up with me last week."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I imagine there are lots of girls you can take out, aren't there?" she asked. "I mean, you are a handsome young man."

The young man's face turned bright red. "Um...well...you may think so, but none of the girls in school do," he stammered. "I...nobody wants to go out with me."

She shook her head, surprised by what he'd said. "Must be girls these days are dumb," she said. "If I was your age and you asked me out, I'd be honored to go. You seem like a very nice young man." That was true. He reminded her of what her husband had been like at that age.

Ben stood there, shifting position, looking uncomfortable. Finally, he took a deep breath. "I...I have to go to the bathroom, Mrs. Dillon," he croaked.

"Go ahead," she replied. "You know where it is."

After Ben left the kitchen, she leaned against the kitchen counter to steady herself. This was crazy! She'd seen the bulge in his jeans and it excited her. He looked huge! She heard him start go up the stairs.

She stood in the kitchen quite a while, waiting for the young man to return. "I wonder if something's wrong?" she thought after Ben had been gone for quite a while. "Maybe I better check." She set her soda on the counter and started up the stairs toward the bathroom, walking softly.

She found the bathroom door closed, but heard soft murmuring sounds coming from behind the closed door. She leaned forward, placing her ear close to the door.

"Oh!! Mrs. Dillon! Yes!!" she heard Ben moaning softly.

When she heard the moans and the impassioned tone of his voice, she immediately realized what the young man was doing. It was a realization that thrilled her. With a trembling hand, she reached down, tried the door, and found that it was unlocked. She opened the door, saw what was happening in the bathroom, and her breath caught in her throat.

Ben was sitting on the toilet, his pants were around his ankles, his trembling legs were extended straight out in front of him, and he was stroking his cock! And what a magnificent cock it was! The young man's eyes were squeezed shut, so he wasn't aware that she had joined him in the bathroom.

She almost passed out with joy when the young man whispered her name once again. Ben was imagining making love to her as he masturbated! He wanted her!

Trembling, her heart pounding, she walked slowly across the small room. Just as she got to the toilet, Ben opened his eyes. She could see he was shocked that she was standing next to him.

"You have grown up, haven't you, Benny?" she purred. "You have become quite a man!"

Ben gulped for breath and continued staring at her, his hand still wrapped around his swollen cock.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" she asked. She bent down and her hand encircled his cock, replacing his. Gently, she began stroking the teenager's organ. She heard the young man's breath catch and felt him shudder.

She knew the bathroom wasn't the place to the things she now wanted to do with the teenager. It would be much better in her bedroom. "Come on, Benny, let's go someplace more comfortable," she whispered. Holding Ben's cock, she pulled him to his feet and led him from the bathroom.

She couldn't get over how hard and big the young man's cock was! As they shuffled down the hall toward her bedroom, she slid her hand from the tip to the base and back again, massaging the sticky juices which were oozing from the slitted tip into the hot, veined shaft. She felt Ben trembling and was delighted. "He's so young, so handsome!" she thought. "And so turned on!"

When they reached her bedroom, she guided Ben to the bed and had him lay down. Then she stripped his jeans and shoes off and stared at the swollen, fleshy rod jutting from his loins. She bent and kissed it, evoking a passionate cry from Ben. "I have to taste him!" she thought and parted her lips.

When the young man's throbbing shaft slid between her lips, she shuddered with elation. She wanted to give Ben an experience she was sure he'd never had before. She wanted to feel his juices shooting into her mouth!

Ben lay on the bed quaking as she sucked his cock! "Ahhhhhhh!!" he moaned passionately and his hips rocked. Then, without any warning, a geyser of hot, sticky fluids spewed into her mouth. "Mrs. Dillon!!" he groaned, "Oh!! God!!"

She swallowed all of the boy's come she could, but there was too much. The sticky fluids overflowed her mouth and dribbled down her chin. A joyful quiver swept through her as she experienced a small, but sweet, mini-orgasm.

Even though Ben's penis was softening, she continued sucking and licking it, not really wanting to stop. Finally, when it was completely limp and clean, she let the flaccid shaft slide from her mouth, sat back on her heels and smiled at him. "Did you like that, Benny?" she asked.

He nodded actively. "It was awesome!" he replied. "Unreal!"

She stretched out in the middle of the bed.

Ben slid over against her and put his arm around her. "I...I...never...had...anything like that done to me before," he stammered.

She stroked his face. "I'm glad you liked it," she whispered. "Would you like to make love with me, Benny?" she asked. Deep down inside, she knew this was terribly wrong, but that didn't matter. She was turned on and needed to be made love to! And it was obvious Ben wanted to make love to her!

"Ah...yeah...I...I'd like that," the young man stammered.

She sat up and stripped off the faded pink sweatshirt she was wearing. Then she slid down her jeans. Leaving her lacy bra and bikini pants on, she snuggled against the young man. "Go ahead, Benny," she whispered. "Make love to me."

Ben began exploring her body, running his trembling hands lightly over her smooth, warm skin and she felt excitement blossoming deep inside her. His touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! "Benny! Oh, Benny!" She covered his face with kisses. "Yessss!! That's it!! Make love to me! Please make love to me!"

The young man managed to get her bra open, then he peeled it off and gazed at her breasts. His hand shook as he touched one.

"Oh, Benny!!" she groaned. Thrills shot through her as the young man began caressing her breast. Then his lips engulfed a nipple and he began to suck it softly. The sensations his actions caused were so wonderful she thought she would come, but she didn't. The young man continued, his lips shifting from one nipple to the other and back. She writhed on the bed, moaning.

"Benny!! Benny!! Benny!!" she wailed, her back arching, her body on fire. "Yes!! Oh yes!! Kiss them!! Oh, God!! Kiss them!! Take me, Benny!! Please, Benny!! Take me!!" she cried, clutching at him, her hips rising and falling. "I want to feel you in me!!"

Ben rolled on top of her, tugged her panties off, and stared at her, wide-eyed and disbelieving, looking confused, as if he wasn't sure what to do next.

"Benny, please!!" she moaned. She clutched at him and her hips rose and twisted, seeking him, begging him to take her. "Take me!! I need you!!"

Ben slid between her out-spread legs and the tip of his re-invigorated cock brushed the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly, pushed forward, and his cock began sliding into her.

"Yes!! Oh, God!! Yes!!" she groaned when Ben's swollen cudgel entered her. She raised her hips, receiving him, enticing him deeper. This was sweeter than she could have imagined! When the boy's pubic bone nudged against hers, she felt more filled than she'd ever been! She couldn't believe how sublime it felt!

Ben began sliding his erection in and out. "Oh Jeez!! Oh Jeez!! I can't wait!! It feels too good!! I can't wait!!" he groaned. His juices gushed into her, flooding her with warmth and wetness.

"Benny!! Oh, Benny! Yes!!" she cried when she felt his hot cream begin to bathe her insides. "That's what I wanted!! Yes!! Yes!! Give it to me!! Give it to me!! I'm coming!! Ahhhhhh!! Yes!! Yes!! Oh, yessss!!"

Their bodies struggled against each other as exquisite sensations flashed between them. At last, they had no more to share and, spent, they lay in a warm embrace, both of them supremely satisfied.

"Oh, Benny, that was wonderful!" she exclaimed, kissing the amazed young man. "I'm so satisfied! I needed that so badly!"

Ben, blushing, slid off her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. As they lay there, cuddled in each other's arms, they dozed off.

**********

Nancy awakened, opened her eyes, and a shudder went through her. "God! Was that ever a realistic dream!" she thought. "I...I feel as if I really came!" Then she realized her nightgown was pulled up and her hand was between her legs, lying on her vagina. "What is wrong with me?" she wondered. "Look at me!" Shame filled her. "I'm having an affair with a married man and having lewd dreams about a boy young enough to be my son!" Tears filled her eyes as she lay there, alone, in her bed.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 07



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter seven

"You want to come over to my place for dinner tonight?" Tosha asked Ben when they ran into each other in the hall between classes one day a few weeks after the night she'd invited him over for dinner. She grinned. "Maybe we'll even get to eat this time."

"I'm sorry, Tosha, I can't tonight," Ben replied. "Even though I'd really like to." He really was disappointed. He hadn't gotten a chance to get back together with the lovely black woman, and really did want to. "I'm supposed to go over to my aunt and uncle's place for dinner tonight." He smiled. "I'm available most any other night, though."

"Oh," Tosha said. She smiled. "Well, why don't we make it tomorrow night, then?"

"Sounds good to me," Ben said. He started down the hall toward his classroom. Just before he walked inside, Evelyn appeared.

"I was wondering if you might be interested in coming over to my place for dinner tonight," she said, smiling seductively.

"Ah...I...I'd really like to, Evelyn," Ben said, "but..."

Evelyn's face clouded with anger. "I suppose you have a date with Tosha," she said.

"Well, no I don't. Actually, I have a date with my uncle and aunt," Ben said. "They invited me over for dinner."

"Oh," Evelyn replied, looking a little ashamed.

Ben figured he better do something before Evelyn found out the was going to Tosha's house tomorrow night. "Look, Evelyn, I'm free day after tomorrow, why don't we go out to dinner and a movie or something?" he suggested.

Evelyn smiled brightly. "I'd love that, Ben," she said.

"Good," Ben said. "I'll pick you up about five, OK?"

"I can't wait. See you then," Evelyn said. Smiling, she moved off down the hall.

"This is getting kind of tricky," Ben thought as he walked into his classroom. "I'm going to have to get things straightened out with both Evelyn and Tosha, or I'm liable to cause a cat fight here in school."

After school, Ben drove to the house where his aunt and uncle lived. He knew he was early, but he thought he might be able to give his aunt a hand making dinner.

Barbara Farwell, Ben's aunt, was full-bodied, had shoulder-length black hair, and was strikingly beautiful, but was also one of those women who didn't seem to have any idea how lovely she was. She was quite a bit younger than her husband, Dewey, a pudgy, balding man who headed up a large accounting firm in Jamestown. Ben liked his uncle, but found him terribly stuffy and boring. He had never been able to understand why a woman as good-looking and full of fun as his aunt had married his dull uncle.

There was a time, when he was younger, that Ben had a secret crush on his mother's brother's wife. He had long since gotten over the crush, and was sure his aunt never knew about it. In the years since, they'd become close, and he was happy to accept when she called and invited him to dinner.

He walked onto the Farwell's back porch and knocked on the door. His aunt answered the door dressed in a plain button-front blouse and slacks. Her brown eyes were red and tear-filled and her dark hair was disheveled. She looked as if she'd been crying.

Ben was very concerned about his aunt's appearance. "Aunt Barb, is something wrong?" he asked.

"I...I'm just having a bad day," his aunt replied, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. "I'm sorry you found me this way. I...I forgot you were coming over."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ben asked.

"I...I guess not. It...it's something I...I guess I...I have to work out myself," Barbara replied. She sniffled, took a tissue out of a box on the kitchen table, and blew her nose. Then a shocked look appeared on her pretty face. "Oh, Ben, I'm sorry. I...I forgot you were coming over for dinner, I..."

"Hey, no problem, Aunt Barb," Ben said, "I'm here anyhow, I've got all night, and I'm a good listener. You want to talk about what's got you so upset?" He hated to see his aunt so distraught.

"I...I don't know," Barbara sniffled. "It...it isn't fair for me to be bothering you with my problems."

"Come on, Aunt Barb. We're family, that's what family is for," Ben said. "Sit down. I'll make coffee, and you can tell me your troubles."

"All...all right," Barbara said. She walked over and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs.

Ben found the fixings for coffee and started the pot going, then he sat down at the kitchen table next to his aunt and put his hand on her shoulder. It was intended as a gesture of consolation, so he was totally unprepared for the sensations that shot up his arm when his hand came in contact with his aunt's shoulder.

"Damn, what the hell is happening to me?" he mused, feeling his penis twitch and begin to stiffen. If this kept up, he'd have a hard time standing up to pour the coffee when it was ready. On the other hand, touching Aunt Barb's shoulder did feel nice, so he left his hand where it was. "What's wrong, Aunt Barb?" he asked.

"Your Uncle Dewey left me!" his aunt exclaimed. She began sobbing again. "For...for some...some skinny young blonde slut from his office!"

Ben was stunned by what his aunt said. "Uncle Dewey left you?" he exclaimed. "For...for another woman?" He was stunned. First of all, he couldn't understand why another woman would want his uncle and second, he couldn't understand why his uncle would want to leave a woman as gorgeous as his aunt. And he had a hard time imagining why anyone would want his uncle, anyhow, other than the fact that he did make a pretty good living.

Barbara nodded and her tears splashed onto her slacks. Her body shook.

Ben began rubbing his aunt's back and as he did, his hand slid over her bra where it crossed her back. He realized he was supposed to be comforting her - and maybe he was - but he sure wasn't doing much to comfort himself.

He looked over at the kitchen counter and saw that the coffee was done, so he got up and went to pour them each a cup. He was careful to keep his back to his aunt so she wouldn't see the bulge in his slacks.

"Go on, Aunt Barb," he said as he poured coffee into two mugs he took out of the cupboard. "I'm listening."

"He...he said he...he didn't love me any...any more," Barbara sobbed, "I...I begged him to stay, to go to counseling with me, but...but he said...he said he was...was leaving and wouldn't be back." She dissolved into sobs.

Ben carried the two cups filled with coffee to the table, set them down, and sat down again, adjusting his legs so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

"I don't know what to say," he said. "Except that I'm really sorry."

"Ben, what...what am I going to do?" she said. "I...I guess it's my fault. I...I'm not much of a woman. That's...that's what Dewey said. He...he said if I'd been more of a woman, he wouldn't have been so frustrated all the time and he wouldn't have had to find someone who...who was a real...a real woman."

"Aunt Barb, you can't let Uncle Dewey do that to you," Ben said. "He was just trying to justify what he's doing. He's the one who's wrong, not you."

"What...what if it's true?" Barbara stammered. "I...I've never really liked sex all that much. I mean, it's not that I find it repulsive, or anything, but I...I guess I've always been able to...to take it or...or leave it. Maybe...maybe if...if I'd been better in bed, Dewey wouldn't have...have...left me."

Ben was stunned. He found it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as Aunt Barbara was could be frigid. He continued rubbing her back and it continued to have an extremely pleasurable effect on him. And it seemed to be helping his aunt, too. She seemed to be calming down and wasn't sobbing as hard as she had been.

"Ben do...do you think Dewey might be right? Do you think it's possible I'm...I'm...ah...frigid?" his aunt asked.

Startled Ben, wasn't exactly sure how to reply to her question. This was way outside any knowledge he had. "Ah...no...I, ah, I...I really don't know what that means," he stammered. "I've always thought you were, you know, attractive, though, Aunt Barb." He realized his voice sounded funny and hoped his aunt didn't notice.

"Really?" Barbara said. "You do? You think I'm attractive?" She turned and looked at him with interest.

His aunt's movement caught Ben off guard. When she turned, it his hand wound up resting on the side of one of her breasts. He pulled his hand away quickly and, along with his aunt, turned bright red.

"I...I'm sorry, Aunt Barb," he stammered, "I...I didn't mean to...to do that." "Damn, her breasts are pretty firm!" he found himself thinking.

"Oh, Ben, I know you didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident," his aunt said softly, "You don't have to be embarrassed. What...what you're doing, it...it feels nice." She blushed again and smiled wanly. "Rubbing my back, I mean."

Ben now had a raging hard-on and no idea what he was going to do about it. His aunt said she liked it when he rubbed her back, but since she was facing him, he couldn't reach that part of her body. Instead, he began stroking her arm. Her satiny blouse was very smooth to the touch. She felt wonderful through it. "This may be helping her, but I'm going to have hell to pay tomorrow," he thought. The idea of spending the next day or so with swollen, sore testicles was not something he was looking forward to. How long had it been since he'd last had a case of lover's nuts?

Barbara smiled softly, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. "God, Ben, does that ever feel nice," she murmured.

"I bet you could use a hug about now," Ben said.

His aunt opened her eyes, looked at him, nodded slightly, then she leaned forward. Ben put his arms around her and she moved against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. His throat tightened and his cock leapt in his pants as he held her in his arms. "Damn, this isn't making things any easier for me!" he thought. "I wonder if she'd mind if I took a cold shower?"

Barbara tilted her head back and looked up at him, her lips parted ever so slightly. Once more, Ben did something without thinking. He bent his head and covered her lips with his.

At first his aunt stiffened when their lips touched, but only a few seconds after the kiss began, she began to kiss him back. The kiss grew more ardent and passionate the longer it went on. Ben caressed his aunt's lips with his tongue and, tentatively, her tongue came out and touched his. Her arms slid around his neck and she let out a muffled groan.

When the kiss ended, Barbara gazed at her nephew. Her eyes were wide, her face was flushed, and her wonderful chest was heaving. "I...I don't know what's happening to...to me," she whispered. "I...I feel so strange. I...I've never felt like this before."

"I thought it felt pretty wonderful, Aunt Barb," Ben said. He caressed her face lightly with his fingers.

Barbara continued gazing into his eyes, looking confused.

Ben, filled with raging need, decided to act. Holding his aunt's hand, he stood up, pulled her to her feet and into his arms. She moved against him and once more their lips met and they shared a kiss even more passionate than their first one had been.

When the second kiss ended, Ben began leading the trembling woman out of the kitchen, down the hallway, toward the end of the house where the bedrooms were.

"B...Ben...what...what are...are you doing?" Barbara stammered.

"You'll see, very soon, Aunt Barb," Ben replied. His heart thudded like a pile-driver and he clutched his aunt's hand as they walked down the hall and into the master bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, they faced each other. Barbara's chest was rising and falling and her eyes were squeezed shut. She didn't say a word when Ben began opening her blouse. When the buttons were all open, he peeled the blouse from her and dropped it to the floor, then he began to run his fingers lightly over her bared skin and could see goose-bumps rise where he touched her.

"Oh, Ben...we...we shouldn't be doing this, but...but you...your touch is wonderful," Barbara whispered. "So soft..."

Ben opened the belt encircling her waist, then the snaps that held her slacks closed. He heard his aunt sigh when he pushed the garment down her trembling legs, leaving her wearing only her bra and panties.

Ben stood up and looked at his aunt. She was wearing plain white panties and a utilitarian-looking white bra. He thought she looked extremely vulnerable, and that only served to make her more desirable to him.

"Dewey...is...is the...the only man who's ever seen me without any clothes on," she murmured as Ben once more caressed her trembling body. He slipped his hands behind her and undid the clasps holding her bra closed.

When her bra was loosened, his aunt raised her hands to her chest and held the garment in place, looking at Ben uncertainly. "We...we really shouldn't be...be doing...this, Ben," she stammered softly. "This...it's...it's wrong, terribly wrong!"

"Yes we should, Aunt Barb," Ben replied, trailing his hands down her sides, he hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties, dragged them down, then he slid his hands back up her legs and began caressing her buttocks. "I don't think it's wrong, not at all."

Barbara opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but only a soft moan came out. Ben pulled her against him and could feel her trembling as he held her.

She pressed her face against his chest. "I...I'm scared, I'm so scared, Ben," she said, her voice very soft. "What...what if...if Dewey was...was right about...about me?"

Ben kissed her. "Don't worry, Aunt Barb, he was wrong," he whispered. "And I'm going to prove that." Gently, he lifted her hands away from her chest and let them drop to her sides. Her bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor, leaving her completely nude.

Ben studied his aunt's body. She was every bit as beautiful as he'd dreamed she would be, even more so, really. Her generous breasts sagged a bit, but the nipples - surrounded by large, dark areolas - were thick and had begun to emerge. Her belly was softly rounded and had a few faint stretch marks scattered over it. Her hips were wide and her legs were strong, well-formed, and looked firm. Even though his aunt's body wasn't ideal, he found it extremely enticing.

He urged her onto the bed, knelt next to her, bent and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She shuddered, then she grasped his head and moaned. He moved his lips from one breast to the other, sucking the tips, massaging her other breast with his hand as he did. Her body began to twist and turn and the volume of her moans increased.

Suddenly Barabara's back arched and she began to wail. Her hands tangled in Ben's hair and she pulled at him so hard he was afraid she'd pull his hair out. She shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, then went limp.

Barbara gazed up at her nephew, looking bewildered. "Ben...what...what happened? I...I never, ever felt anything like that before!" she exclaimed.

At first, Ben thought his aunt was kidding him, but as he looked at her, he realized she wasn't. "You mean that never happened to you before?" he asked, shocked. Was it possible she never had an orgasm in her life? Uncle Dewey must have been more of a dud than he thought.

His aunt shook her head. "Never," she replied.

"What happened was you had an orgasm," Ben said.

"Ohhh, God!" Barbara murmured. "It felt so wonderful, better than anything I've ever felt before!"

Ben began kissing his aunt's breasts again, while his hands explored the rest of her lush physique. She pressed up off the bed against his caresses, then began to moan as his lips traveled over her lush form and onto her rounded belly.

Ben slid his hand between his aunt's thighs, onto her vagina. When his hand slid over her clit, her body jolted, as if she'd been given an electric shock.

"Ah!!!" she cried. "Oh, Ben darling! That feels wonderful!"

Barbara's legs fell apart when Ben began tracing the outline of her wet opening, feeling the silken softness of her labia, working his finger between them. Her hips rolled upward as his finger moved into her. Her hips rose, seeking the penetration that was giving her so much pleasure. "Yes!!! Do it!!! Oh, Yes!!!" she hissed.

Ben's lips traveled across his aunt's belly, to the dense mat of dark pubic hair that covered her middle. He continued kissing and licking her. He wanted to taste her, to know what it felt like having his tongue in her pussy, to see her reaction when he went down on her. It was obvious she'd never been properly made love to and he wanted to show her what that was like.

"Ben!! Stop that!!! What...what do you think you're doing?" Barbara moaned, stiffening. "Please, Ben! Don't do that! It...it isn't natural...it's, it's..." She tried to bring her legs together, to keep him from doing what he intended to do, but before she could stop him, he managed to get his head between her thighs. He lashed his tongue over her erect clit.

"Ahhhhhh!!! My God, Ben!!!" Barbara cried. Her hips arched off the bed and her hands pulled at the covers. Then her body went rigid and began to quiver. "Oh!!!! Oh!!! Oh!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" she screamed.

Ben heard his aunt's passionate wail and felt her vagina clasping his finger as she peaked. He kept licking, kissing, and fingering her until she lay still.

While his aunt lay on the bed, still dazed by what he had done to her, Ben got up and stripped off his clothes. Then he laid down on the bed on his side, looking at her.

Barbara rolled on her side and gazed at him, her eyes large and fluid. "I...I never knew," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "All these years, I never knew sex could feel so incredibly wonderful. But...but what about you, Ben? Don't you...?"

Ben kissed her softly, then rolled on top of her. "Now," he said, "Now it's my turn." Once he was lying on top of his aunt, with his legs between hers, he lifted his hips, grasped his rigid cock, and guided it to her still-wet opening. When the tip of the swollen wand was where he wanted it, he began to slowly lower his hips, forcing the blood-engorged rod into his aunt, finding her incredibly tight. His aunt's hips rose to meet his invasion, drawing him deeper into her. He shuddered from the incredible thrills he experienced as he sank into her.

Barbara's arms went around him, and she pulled his face down, covering his lips with hers. "My God, Ben! This feels even better than what you did to me before!" she exclaimed, and began to move her hips.

Ben thrust deep. He was super-excited and knew he wouldn't be able to stand the delectable grip of his aunt's tight channel for long. He felt her body begin to quiver again, and her vagina rippled, caressing his deeply embedded cock. Ben let himself go and, groaning, spewed blast after powerful blast of his hot cream into her as waves of pleasure swept over him. He heard his aunt's wails of delight echoing his and knew she was coming again!

"Take me!!! Oh, yes, Ben!!! Oh, yes!! Take me!!!! Take me!!! Oh!!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!" Barbara cried, her fingers digging into his back.

Afterward, they rested in each other's arms. Barbara snuggled against her nephew, put her arm around him, and began stroking his back. She smiled at him. "Ben, darling, you have no idea how much pleasure you've given me!" she exclaimed, flushing attractively.

"If that's true, I'm glad," Ben told her. "It's exactly what I wanted to do." He rolled onto his back while her hands roamed over him. What she was doing sure felt nice.

Barbara slid her hand across his belly, into his pubic hair, which their frantic coupling had left matted and damp. She grasped his limp penis and, to his surprise, Ben felt a pleasurable stirring begin in his loins.

"It's so soft," Barbara whispered, kissing his ear. "It...it felt so hard...before...when it was in me."




Ben & Nancy Ch. 07



"If you keep doing what you're doing, Aunt Barb, you'll find out how hard it can get," Ben replied. "And it won't take long, either!"

His aunt kept caressing his cock and, as Ben had predicted, it wasn't long before, once again, his cock was standing at attention. This time, he was the one twisting and turning and groaning with pleasure.

"I...you'll probably think I...I'm awful," Barbara murmured as her hand continued sliding up and down his swelling shaft, "but...I...I want to kiss it." A beautiful flush spread across her face and chest. "Would...would you...mind if...if I did that, Ben?"

"No! Not at all, Aunt Barb!" Ben replied. He was barely able to talk because of the waves of ecstasy breaking over him.

Wide-eyed, Ben watched his aunt get to her knees and bend over him. Her soft, dark hair tumbled onto him, tickling him, raising his level of passion even higher. This was more fantastic than any fantasy Ben ever had about his aunt. She brought the tip of his cock to her lips and kissed it. She lifted her head for a second, then kissed it again, and again. Then she looked up at him and smiled. "I thought it would taste bad," she said, her voice full of wonder. "But it doesn't, not at all!" She bent down and this time she licked his cock.

Ben groaned when his aunt's tongue lashed the swollen, veined surface of his throbbing wand. Then even more excitement shot through him as warmth and wetness engulfed him when she took the ribbed, throbbing shaft into her mouth.

Barbara kept sucking on him, and it seemed to Ben that she, too, was getting as turned on as he was. He reached under her, found her dangling breasts, and began pulling on her nipples, bringing gasps of delight from her that echoed his. Just when he didn't think he could stand what his aunt was doing any more, she sat up, leaving his straining cock waving in the air.

"Oh, Ben, darling, I want you in me again! I need you in me again!" she announced breathlessly. "I...I don't care if I rot in hell for all time for doing this, I have to have you!"

"Ride...me, Aunt...Barb!" Ben gasped, forcing the words out through a throat tightened by passion.

"Ride you?" his aunt asked, looking puzzled.

Ben realized his aunt really was inexperienced about sex. "Sit on me and put me in you," he told her.

Barbara swung her leg across him and settled her self on his body. Her inner thighs caressed his sides and her damp opening pressed against his rigid shaft, trapping it between them. When she slid upward, she rubbed her damp slit against the underside of Ben's steel-hard rod and groaned softly. She repeated the action and groaned some more, as did he.

After teasing them both for a while with gentle motions of her hips, Barbara finally reached between them and grasped her nephew's cock. Holding it still, she raised her hips, then she slowly lowered herself onto him, sighing with delight as his shaft slid up inside her. "Oh, yes!!!" she moaned, beginning to rock her hips, making his cock whip around inside her, stimulating both of them. "This is marvelous, Ben! God! I love doing it like this!"

Ben grasped her bobbing breasts, rubbed his thumbs over her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. As their bodies strained, the room was once more filled with the sounds of shared passion. Ben felt his aunt begin to tremble, and heard the beginning of the sound that signalled her coming.

He held on to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the unyielding tips, as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded into a fit of extreme ecstasy.

"Yes!!! Oh, God!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" she cried, her movements wild, as another orgasm overwhelmed her. "Yes!!! Oh!!!! Uh!!! Uh!!! Uh!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

When his aunt's orgasm exploded, Ben's did, too. Hot fluids bubbled up from deep inside his body and filled her to overflowing. Their mixed juices trickled down between them, tickling him.

Slowly, Barbara's spasms of joy passed and she collapsed onto her nephew's chest. After a few moments, she straightened her arms, lifted herself off him, and rolled onto the bed next to him. She looked at her nephew, who watched a look of dismay form on her face. "My God! What have I done?" she exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. "What is wrong with me?"

"Look, Aunt Barb, don't get so upset," Ben said, "We didn't do anything wrong. All we did was make love."

"Yes...yes we...we did! But my God, you're my nephew!" his aunt protested. "What we...we did is...it's incest!"

"No it isn't," Ben said. "We're only related by marriage. It isn't like there's a blood relationship between us."

"But it's still wrong!" his aunt murmured. "So wrong! I...I can't ever let this happen again!" She slipped out of bed and left the room, headed for the bathroom.

When his aunt returned to the bedroom, she was wearing a thick terrycloth robe. She sat down on the bed, being careful to keep the robe closed. "Ben, I mean it," she said. "We...both of us...we let ourselves get out of control today. I...I'm not sorry, I guess, but...but I...we can't ever let this happen again." She gazed at him. "Do you understand?"

"I understand," Ben said. "I love you, Aunt Barb."

"I...I love you, too," his aunt replied.

Ben grinned. "Hey, would you like it if I took you out to dinner?" he asked.

His aunt blushed furiously. "I...I'm sorry, I invited you over, but I didn't make dinner for you, did I?" she said.

"I'm not complaining," Ben said. "Come on, let's get dressed. I'll buy you a pizza."

"OK," his aunt said.

They got up, got dressed, then Ben took his aunt to a local pizza restaurant for dinner. 



Ben & Nancy Ch. 08



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

"I think Mr. Morris is a hunk, don't you?" Trish Wilkins whispered to her friend, Dawn Dillon, as they sat in study hall during school.

"I guess so," Dawn replied. She did think Mr. Dillon was good-looking, and really liked him. Hearing her friend talk about him like that made her angry, even though she wasn't sure why.

"I bet he's awesome in bed," Trish continued. "He's probably hung like a horse. Can you imagine what it would be like to have him fuck your brains out?"

"Trish!" Dawn whispered. Her friend was constantly talking about boys and sex and she knew Trish had a reputation for being an easy lay.

"I bet he is!" Trish continued excitedly. "I heard he's dating both Miss Thomas and Miss Brown. And Miss Brown's black. You know what they say about black guys. If Miss Brown likes Mr. Morris better than black guys, he's really got to be awesome in the sack!"

"Trish!" Dawn whispered. She could feel herself blushing. "Look, I gotta finish this assignment before next period," she told her friend. She was lying, but Trish didn't know that. She bent over her book and pretended to read, but had a problem concentrating because her friend's comments had started her thinking about Mr. Morris in ways she had never thought about him before.

"Mr. Morris is cute," she thought. "And he is a whole lot better looking than he was when he used to come and mow our lawn. It's too bad he isn't older. I think it would be neat if Mom found someone nice like him to go out with."

At that moment Dawn's mother, Nancy was in her office, sitting behind her desk, trying to work, but she found concentrating difficult. "Why do I keep thinking about Ben Morris?" she mused as she read over the sales figures for the fifth time, trying to get them to register.

Despite her attempts to stop thinking about the young man she'd once had an affair with, thoughts of him continued to flow through her mind. "Ben really was special," Nancy thought. "Even though I...I took advantage of him. He was there for me when I needed him, wasn't he?"

She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. When she did, memories of a night she'd like to forget filled her mind. She and her husband were supposed to have dinner with friends. Nancy got off work early and went to their friends' house, intending to offer her help in preparing the meal. There she found her husband and her best friend in bed. Shocked, she left the house and, after driving around aimlessly for hours, exhausting the gas in her car's tank. When she stopped to re-fill her gas tank, she bumped into Ben. He saw how upset she was and took her to his parents' house, when they got there...

**********

When they got in the house, Ben started toward the kitchen counter. She walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms, took a deep breath, turned to face him, and began undoing the ties that held her dress closed. "Ben," she said softly.

The young man turned around. His face flushed and his eyes widened as he watched her shrugged out of her dress. She stood in the doorway wearing just a scalloped lacy black bra and matching thong bikini, her heart pounding. She smiled when she saw that Ben's chest had begun to heave. Moving slowly, to tantalize him, she reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and let it drop to the floor, along with her dress.

"What...what are you...doing?" Ben gasped.

She hooked her fingers in her bikini panties, bent and stripped them off while she looked Ben directly in the eye. "I don't want to talk," she said softly. "I want you to fuck me, Ben! Now!" She turned and started down the hallway toward Ben's bedroom.

When he reached his bedroom, she was lying on the bed, her arms outstretched. "What took you so long?" she asked.

Ben stripped his clothes off as he staggered across his room. He tumbled on top of her and his lips immediately went to her protruding nipples while her hands sought his erection.

"Take me! Now!" she groaned, pulling at the young man who lay on top of her. Ben slid on top of her, raised his hips, then lowered them, and without assistance, his rigid shaft slid into her warm dampness.

"Yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Yes!!!!" she groaned, "That's what I need!!!!"

Ben began to move his hips and they rode breaking waves of jubilation, their bodies straining against each other, exchanging the utmost in erotic sensations. She felt herself rapidly plunging toward the release she so desperately sought. Joyful explosions of bliss boomed through her.

"Yes!!!! Yes!!! Oh, Ben, yes!!!!!" she cried. "I'm coming!!!! Take me!!! Take me!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Nancy!!!! Oh, Nancy, oh God!!!!!!!" Ben cried when his torrid juices exploded into her rocking, twisting body.

When he finished, Ben rolled off her, onto his back, and lay there, gasping for breath. She gave him no respite. She slid down and began to slide her hands over his body. Then she grabbed his cock, and heard him utter a groan of delight. She insistently stroked the young man's throbbing, come-slick organ with one hand, while the other rolled his balls and teased his scrotum.

Ben groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed. "Nancy...My God!!! What are you doing to me?" he groaned, his hips twisting and turning. "God!!"

She took his cock in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben moaned. He clawed at the bedspread with his fingers as wave after wave of delight, induced by her fervid ministrations, swept over him. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, "Nancy!!! Oh, God, Nancy!!! I...I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!"

When she heard his frantic plea, she let the young man's cock slide from her mouth and slid atop her lover's body. She felt his erect cock sliding against her belly as she moved over him and a ripple of delight went through her. She rocked her hips, felt Ben's rigid pole caressing her belly, and experienced another tremor of bliss. She wanted that big cock plunging into her again! She needed it filling her, making her feel good!

Ben slid one hand between their writhing bodies, grasped his cock and, with some difficulty, managed to get the flared purple tip between the lips of her dripping opening.

Nancy, aroused beyond belief, was moving instinctively, barely aware of what she was doing. As her body writhed, Ben's shaft slid into her. She shuddered with exhilaration when his invasion of her body registered on her over-heated mind. The sensations his invasion caused her were intense!

His hands went to her chest, clamped around her breasts, and he began rubbing her nipples, sending even delight into her while his swollen prod rubbed the super-sensitive walls of her furrow. Exquisite sensations began to race though her in wave after wave of ecstasy.

"Oh!!!" she moaned, "It's going to happen again!!!! Feels too good!!! Oh, God!!! I'm going to come again!!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!"

She knew she was out of control. Her movements were so frenzied she was afraid she'd break his cock off. Her face was slack with passion, and her head bobbing limply on her neck. She clutched his arms fiercely and her fingernails bit into his skin. Her cave gripped his cock, rippling, squeezing.

"I'm coming!!!! I'm coming!!!! Yes!!! I'm coming!!!! Yessssssss!!!!" she cried, her body straining. And, when she came, so did Ben.

"Yeahhhhh!!!!!" the young man groaned. His neck arched and his hips rose off the bed as what remained of his essence gushed into her vibrating body. "I'm coming, too!!!" he groaned, "Oh, God, Nancy!!!!!! Oh, God!!!!!"

Her lust finally spent, she collapsed atop Ben, too weak to move. She felt his arms encircle her, and his lips softly kiss her on the neck.

Ben lay there, holding her while she lay, limp, on top of him. His cock, still erect, was still lodged in her.

After a few minutes, she pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at the young man. "I can't believe you're still hard!" she exclaimed, a bit surprised.

"Ah...I...I'm not sure I'll ever not be!" Ben replied, looking puzzled. He groaned softly when she moved her hips, making his cock lash her insides once more.

She continued to rock her hips, enjoying tremendously the feelings she was receiving from her action. "Well..." she murmured, her face going slack once more, "...as long as you're hard, and in the right place, we might as well take advantage of it, right?" She increased the pace with which her hips were moving. "Yes!!!!" she murmured. "That's what I need! Oh, yes!!!"

She felt Ben grab her hips and begin lifting his hips, driving deep into her.

"Oh!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" she groaned as the young man's indomitable wand pistoned into her. "Ben!!! Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!! Take me!!! Take me!!!!"

Ben continued to hold her hips and watch her breasts bob and jiggle as his frantic movements rocked her body.

"Ah!!!! Oh, Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!! This feels so good!!! So good!!! Oh, Ben!!! Oh, Ben!!! Don't ever stop!!! Don't ever, ever stop!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she screamed when still more explosions of bliss jolted her.

"Uhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Ben groaned as he came yet again, with spasms so intense they were almost painful.

Once again, when she finished, she collapsed atop him. After a bit, he looked at the bedroom window and realized it had gotten dark. She remembered she was supposed to be at Melanson's having dinner, then anger flashed through her when she recalled what she'd seen happening at the home of people who were supposed to be her friends. Her mind continued to spin as, for the first time, she began looking at her situation realistically.

"I...I had no right being angry with George," she thought, tears filling her eyes. "Why...why should I be angry with him for doing what I've been doing?" She glanced over at the young man lying next to her. "What I'm still doing! God! What have we done to each other? What kind of mess have we gotten ourselves into?" A soft sob escaped from her.

"Nancy, are you OK?" Ben asked. He rolled on his side to face her and looked at her with deep concern.

She shook her head. "No...no I'm not OK," she said. "I'm anything but OK. I'm a mess."

"I kinda figured that," the young man said softly. "I mean, you were acting pretty crazy earlier."

"I...I guess I was," she said, feeling a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry, Ben. I...I guess I really did use you this time, didn't I?"

"I guess so," the young man said, looking puzzled. "You going to tell me what's going on?"

"Well..." she said. She paused, took a deep breath, then continued. "Earlier today I...I caught my husband and my best friend..." She stopped, unable to bring herself to say the words aloud.

The young man sensed what she was trying to say. "Your husband was screwing your best friend and you saw him?" he asked, stunned. "Jesus! How could he do that to you?"

She stroked the young man's face softly with her hand. "Ben, I haven't exactly been an angel," she said softly. "You, of all people, know that only too well."

"Yeah, but...Jeez!" he stammered. "We...we didn't do it right in front of him!"

"That isn't really the point, is it?" she said. "The fact is, I've violated my marriage vows, probably more than George has."

"What do you mean?" Ben asked. "Am...am I...you know...the only..."

She knew she had to tell him, even if it hurt him. "Ben, I know this may hurt you," she said gently. "And I feel cheap admitting it, but you aren't the only one." She saw the crestfallen look appear on the young man's face and caressed him with her fingers again. "I'm sorry you had to hear that. Maybe it will help if I tell you that, of all the men I've slept with, you were the best, most caring lover I had," she said.

"Oh," Ben said, looking a little happier. "What...what are you gonna do? I mean about what you saw?"

"What can I do?" she said. "I...I really can't throw stones, not after the way I've behaved. And...I...I guess I can't really blame George for wanting Fran. After all, she's really beautiful, she has a fantastic body, and..."

"But you're really beautiful, too," the young man protested. "I...I think you're the prettiest woman I ever saw! And your body is great, too!"

"It's sweet of you to say that, Ben," she said. "But you haven't seen Fran. She makes me look like a stick."

"I don't think you look like a stick," Ben said. "I think you have a great body. You're built better than most of the girls I know."

She was touched deeply by the young man's compliments and delighted that he wanted to make her feel better. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Ben, I guess that's one of the things I like best about you," she murmured. "You do believe the things you're saying, don't you?"

The young man got a somewhat pouty look on his face. "You make it sound like I don't know what I'm talking about," he protested. "Like, because I'm a kid, I don't know that you're beautiful. That's not true! You are beautiful! And not only that, you're really a nice person, too! It doesn't matter whether I'm a kid or not, I know what I know."

She paused and let the young man's words sink in. She studied his face for a moment. "Ben, let me get this clear. Are you saying you aren't just sleeping with me because I let you?" she asked.

Ben nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess that's what I'm trying to say. I...I always thought you were beautiful and I think I wanted you ever since I was, like thirteen or something." He began rubbing her arm. "And I think you're a really neat person, too," he added. "I mean, lots of times over the years you helped me with my homework and stuff, and you listen to me when I need someone to talk to. Sometimes even my parents won't listen to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm a grown-up."

"You are a grown-up, Ben," she said, grinning. "God, are you ever! Not only that, you're wonderful! You know, maybe you've come up with an answer I've been searching for."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," the young man said. "What answer?"

"For over a year now," she said, "I've been acting really dumb and I haven't been able to understand why. I mean, I've been doing a lot of really stupid things. Self-destructive things, really. I've jeopardized my marriage and my future. And, Lord knows, I've probably messed up your life in the bargain."

"That's not true!" the young man protested. "You didn't..."

She laid her fingers on his lips to silence him. "We can argue that some other time," she said. "The thing is, I've been trying desperately to figure out the reason why I've been acting the way I have been, and why I haven't been able to stop. I think, maybe, you might just have come up with the answer."

"I...I did?" Ben asked. "What is it?"

"You might say I've been on a quest," she told him.

Ben looked befuddled. "A...a quest?" he said.

She nodded. "Yes, a quest," she said. "Perhaps not a wise quest, but a quest just the same. A quest to find myself. And, my darling young man, you're the one who helped me figure that out."

"Ah...OK," the young man said. "Now what?"

She shrugged. "I probably ought to see a therapist," she said. "I doubt that knowing why I'm doing what I've been doing will make me stop. But therapy might help me do that."

"What...what about me?" Ben asked.

She looked at him fondly. "I'm afraid what we've had will really have to end," she said softly. "I...I don't see any other way. If I'm going to put my life back together, I have to start trying to salvage my marriage, if that's possible. And that means I have to give you up. You might not believe this, but that's one of the hardest things I'm facing."

"It is?" he asked. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yes, it is," she whispered. "You really do care for me, I know that. Other than my husband and kids, you may be the only one who really does. You've been there for me when I've needed you, and you've done things for me nobody else would have done. I cherish that fact." She kissed him gently once again. "I really do. And besides, didn't you tell me you had a young woman you were getting serious about?"

"Yvonne," he said. "Yeah, I guess so. She...she's really neat. She...she reminds me of you, kinda, only younger, you know?"

"She's a very lucky young woman," she said. "Very lucky."

"So...what...what happens now?" Ben asked. "What are you going to do now? Do...do you have to go right now? I mean..."

She nodded. "Ben...I..." she stopped talking and shuddered when the young man slid his hand down from her shoulder, onto her breast.

"One last time?" he asked. "Please? Can't we make love again just one last time?"

Her mind was awash with confused feelings. Ben's hand was stirring her, making it difficult for her to think clearly. "We...we really...shouldn't," she stammered. "What harm is there in one last time?" The thought flashed through her mind, disconcerting her. She felt his warm body pressing against hers, his hand slid onto her breast, and his finger began teasing her nipple, sending delight rushing through her. "Oh, hell!!! Why not?" she thought, "He's been so wonderful to me, but it will have to be the last time." She put her arm around Ben and pulled him to her. He moved into her embrace and their lips met.

When the kiss ended, Ben bent his head down to her chest and sucked one of her rigid nipples between his lips. She moaned ecstatically, her body arched, and her hands pressed against his head against her.

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Yes!!! Oh, Ben!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Kiss them!!! Oh, yes!!!! Kiss my breasts!!!!" she cried as elation filled her. She gloried in the wild sensations evoked by the tender caresses bestowed on her by the young man's lips and roaming hands.

Ben seemed determined to make this, the last time he would have a chance to make love to her, a time she'd remember. She couldn't stop moaning and writhing as he touched her, doing to her all of the things he knew aroused her.

While Ben's caresses persisted, she felt herself ascending to lofty planes of joy. When the young man shifted position on the bed, she felt his erect cock slap against her leg. She slid her hand down between them and touched the tip of the young man's engorged shaft.

"Oh, Nancy! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Ben groaned.

The hot, fleshy lance in her hand pulsed and jerked. She slid her hand softly up and down the veined shaft.

"Ah!!!!" Ben groaned when her slim fingers encircled his cock.

She began kissing the young man's chest. She lashed his nipples with her tongue and he shuddered and moaned that what she was doing to him was making him crazy. Her lips and hands continued to rouse Ben. And, as she did, she realized that each gentle caress, each light touch, each kiss raised not only Ben's, but also her, level of need higher and higher.

"Wahhhhhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. His hips arched off the bed when she took his erect penis into her mouth.

It didn't take long before the young man was totally out of control. His hips twisted and turned and his hands roamed over her as he tried vainly to caress her, to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Finally, she let the young man's cock slide out of her mouth, slid up next to him. She kissed him, then took him in her arms. "Ben, this really will have to be the last time, do you understand that?" she asked.

"Unnnnhhhh!!! Yes!!! I...I do!!!!!" the young man groaned. "Ahhhhh!!!"

She tilted her face and covered Ben's lips with hers. When her lips touched the young man's, more lightning bolts of passion arced through her, and she felt the heat from his smooth young body as it writhed against hers. "Make love to me, now, Ben!" she cried, pulling him on top of her.

When the young man slid onto her, she managed to guide his erection to the soaking lips of her vagina. She shuddered with ecstasy as it slid into her, filling her. She thought for a moment she would have an orgasm as Ben was sliding into her, but she didn't. Wave after delightful wave of passion swept over her.




Ben & Nancy Ch. 08



"Oh God!" Ben groaned. "I...I don't believe it!! I'm too turned on. I...I'm gonna come!"

She didn't want him to come, not yet. She wanted to make this last, for both of them. "Shhh!" she said. She kissed him and tightened her arms around him to keep him from moving. "Lie still for a minute, my darling. Hold me. Hold me tight!"

Quaking with excitement, Ben did as she was asked him to. When he was calmer, she relaxed her embrace and he once more began to move.

She laid there, feeling his engorged piston slide in and out of her. The delectable friction sent delight racing through her and drove her toward the heights of rapture. Her body felt as if it were on fire.

At last, like a thousand skyrockets exploding at once, an incredibly sweet orgasm tore through her. Her body writhed and bucked and moans and cries of joy issued from her. It was, quite possibly, the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had, better than any she'd ever had in her life!

"Oh!! Nancy!!" Ben cried, his hips going wild. "I...I can't wait. I can't wait!!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!"

His heated fluids gushed into her and she was surprised to feel herself plunging into ecstasy once more. She couldn't talk, couldn't think, all she could do was strain against him, her body seeking every wonderful sensation it could get. "Aahh!!!! Aahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ben!!!" she cried. "Oh, God, Ben!!! Oh, God!!! Yes!!!!! Yes!!!!! Yes!!!! Yessssssss!!!!!!" Her body felt as if it were turning inside out as it strained wildly against her young lover's.

Slowly, ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure to contentment. Ben lay atop her, resting on her breasts, too weak to move.

She felt the boy's marvelous pole shrink, then slide out of her. Even that felt wonderful.

Ben rolled off and lay on his side, looking at her, sorrow in his eyes.

She kissed him. "Ben, that was wonderful! I'll always cherish this last time. Always! You are such a wonderful lover!"

He smiled, looked at her, and said, "So are you." He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard.

"This really will have to be our last time," she reminded him once the kiss ended.

"I...I know," Ben replied, his eyes filling with tears. "I know."

**********

Surprisingly, her last day with Ben proved to be a turning point in Nancy's life. She and her husband talked out their problems, then they both got in therapy. Their marriage, which was verging on collapse, grew stronger, and remained happy until George died.

"In a way," Nancy mused, "the fact that George and I were able to have those years of happiness was because of the things Ben said to me that day, I guess. And if those things hadn't gotten me into therapy, I'm not sure I'd have been able to handle George dying, either. And now he's turned my daughter into a good student. I...I wonder if he's dating?" She shook her head. "No, I don't dare let myself think that way," she thought. "Ben is a part of my past. I...I can't think of him as part of my future." 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 09



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben, looking forward to another evening of passion with Tosha Brown, walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the apartment building where she lived and pushed the button for her apartment. "It would be nice if we got to eat tonight, too," he thought, smiling. "But if we don't, and we do the things we did last time I was here, I'm not going to complain."

Within seconds, the door buzzer sounded. He went inside, up the stairs to Tosha's apartment, and found her apartment door slightly ajar. He walked into the apartment and found Tosha standing in her living room, smiling at him. He looked at her and felt his heart begin to race.

Tosha had a soft-looking peach colored robe belted around her. Ben was sure there was nothing under the robe but the woman's slim, lovely body, and felt his cock begin to swell.

"You must be hungry," Tosha said, her voice soft and husky. "You're early."

"Do you mind?" Ben asked.

She licked her lips and gave him a sultry look. "Of course I don't mind," she said. "The more time we have, the better I like it." Keeping her eyes locked on Ben's, she backed to the sofa and sat down on it.

Ben walked across the living room and sat down next to her, just far enough away to be discreet. Tosha's eyes continued to hold his, and what she was thinking was very clear in them.

"Ah..." she murmured, "I...I made a casserole tonight. It won't spoil if..."

Ben leaned toward her as she leaned toward him, then their lips were fused in a torrid kiss. Tosha arms slid around his neck, and his hands moved around her, sending thrills roaring through him. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and her fingers slid into his hair. She moved closer. His cock swelled even more.

When the kiss ended, Tosha looked into his eyes. She was breathing hard, her lips were parted, and her eyes revealed the wild emotions roiling inside her. "I know tonight is going to be wonderful!" she whispered. "Just like the last time was!" She pulled his head toward hers and their lips met again.

As they kissed, Ben undid the sash holding her robe closed and began kissing her chest and neck. The lithe, lovely ebony-skinned woman cooed with delight and pressed against him.

Ben pushed his companion back until she was lying on the sofa and, wide-eyed, stared at her. Contrary to what he suspected, she wasn't naked under the robe. Her sable body was clad in a lacy white camisole and equally lacy thong bikini. The camisole was so sheer he could see through it. Her petite, perfect breasts, their nipples erect, pressed against it. The white lace was a stark, beautiful contrast to her raven skin.

Ben gazed at Tosha for a few moments, drinking in her pulchritude. Then, with trembling fingers, he undid the buttons holding the camisole shut and slid the straps down over her shoulders, baring those lovely breasts. He bent and began caressing, licking, and sucking the rigid buds of flesh which topped the ebony mounds.

Tosha responded with increasing urgency as Ben drew first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth and lashed them thoroughly with his tongue. His hand went to her leg and began sliding toward her pussy, sending more thrills roaring through her.

Ben's hand glided over Tosha's sleek, warm flesh and up between her thighs. He touched her vagina through the lacy fabric of her panties and Tosha groaned. When he touched her middle, Ben realized she was sopping wet! She really was a hot woman!

Ben's lips left Tosha's breasts and began to venture downward over her nubile body. The glided over her heaving belly and moved onto her legs. He began kissing her thighs.

He could feel Tosha quivering as he adored her with his lips and tongue. This was heaven! His lips moved slowly up her legs, toward her middle.

"Oh, Lord, Ben!" she groaned. "You're making me lose control again!"

Ben continued exploring her smooth, hot flesh with his mouth. He could feel her quaking and smell her need. When his venturing lips arrived at her pussy, he softly licked the puffy, silken lips through her panties. Tosha's hips rose off the sofa and she cried out. He repeated the action, with similar effect. He shoved her panties aside and plunged his tongue into her pulsing quim.

Tosha shrieked and her back arched. "Ah!!! Ben!!! Oh, Lord!!! Eat me!!! Yes!!! Give me your tongue!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Ben knew how much Tosha loved being eaten and went about doing that with a vengeance. He felt her shudder as his tongue lashed her vagina, speared into her, licked her clit, then slid into her pussy again. Then...

"Gaaahhhhh!!!! I'm there!!! Oh, Lord, Ben!!! I'm there!!! Yeah!!! Yeah!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tosha cried as her body went into spasms of ecstasy.

Ben felt the impassioned movement of his companion's body, heard her feral groans and kept his mouth pressed against her vagina, his tongue sluicing through the swampy opening, lashing her clit, plunging into her. Her wild movements finally stilled and she fell back on the sofa.

Ben stood up and quickly got out of his clothing. His cock jutted in front of him like a pulsing white projectile, purple tip shiny, covered with juices of his excitement.

Tosha, her chest still heaving, looked up at Ben and reached for him. "Take me, Mr. Man!" she purred, "I want that thing in me right now!"

Ben fell on top of her and felt her hand clasp his shaft and guide it into her. She was as hot as any woman he'd ever known! As his cock sank into her torrid cavity, he felt her lean, strong legs wrap around him, forming a living black belt around his hips and he continued to thrust forcefully.

"Yes!!! Oh, Lord, yes!!!!" Tosha groaned, ecstatically as he slid into her. "That's what I needed! Good Lord, Ben, you're incredible!"

Tosha's wild movements, impassioned cries, and the tight, quivering clutch of her pussy, merged to give Ben a roller-coaster ride of joy. It wasn't long before he was about to explode. Then a shudder of ecstasy rushed through him and his loins unleashed. "Ah!!!!!" he cried, molten cream gushing out of him, bathing Tosha's insides.

Ben's explosion swept Tosha along with him into a whirlpool of rapture. "Yes!!! So hot!!! So hot!!! Lordy!!!! Yes!!! Take me!!!! Take me!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!!" she cried, clawing at him, thrusting her body against his.

An hour later, after finally taking the time to eat the delicious casserole she had prepared for him, they were in Tosha's bedroom, on her king-sized bed. the gorgeous black woman had shed what remained of her skimpy underthings and her dark, sinuous body was pressed against his. Her hands roamed over him, her lips teased his nipples, while he gasped with delight.

Tosha pushed herself up on straightened arms and smiled down at him. "I want to make it with you again, real soon!" she said. "But I really have to go pee."

"I'm not going anywhere," Ben said. He lay there and watched her get off the bed and, with feline grace, walk out of the room. A few minutes later she reappeared, got back in bed and resumed her caresses, much to his delight. She sucked one of his nipples. It drove him wild! She was one exciting woman!

Tosha's lips moved ardently over his quavering body, rapidly restoring him once more to rampant glory. Her hand encircled his cock and squeezed it gently. "This is thing is so damn wonderful!" she purred. "And you really know how to use it to make me feel good! I'm gonna give you a treat. A very special treat!" Holding his cock in one slim, raven-skinned hand, she lowered her head and slid her thick, dark lips down over it.

Ben felt delight rushing through him, delight so powerful he thought the top of his head would explode. He closed his eyes, gasped, grabbed the covers, and groaned louder.

Tosha took his cock deep into her mouth. Ben was startled. It felt as if she was deep-throating him! Then she let it slide out until just the tip remained between her lips. Then she lowered her head and it disappeared into her mouth once again.

Again, Ben's loud groans of pleasure accompanied her action. "Oh, God, Tosha!" he babbled, "Oh, God, that feels so good!! Oh, shit, you'll make me come in your mouth if you keep that up!"

If Tosha heard his plaintive cries, she ignored them. She continued doing what she was doing. Again and again, she roused him to the brink of explosion, then let him calm.

Ben, who couldn't remember ever the last time he was this turned on, was babbling mindlessly. His fingers clawed the covers, his face was flushed, and his chest was heaving. "Too good!!! Oh, God, Tosha!!! I can't stand it any more!!! That feels too good!!" he chanted as she continued to make him desperate with need.

Then, suddenly, his cock was waving in the breeze, untouched. Ben was confused, unsure what she was doing. Before he could utter a sound, Tosha's smooth sable thighs brushed his legs, then heat engulfed his cock once more as she sank onto him. He reached for her. "Yes!!! I need you!!! Please!!!"

Tosha carefully moving her hips, and Ben could feel his swollen cock sliding around inside her. His hands captured her breasts and he began thumbing her rigid inky nipples.

She moaned ardently and her hip movements became more urgent. "Now!!! Oh, Lord, Ben, now!!!!!" she cried as release swept over her and her body went into wild tremors. "Take me!!! Take me!!!! Please!!!! Please!!! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!!!" she screamed.

"Yeahh!!!!!" Ben groaned, exploding into her.

When Ben got home a few hours later, he sat down and finished correcting the papers his classes had turned in that day. Then, exhausted, he went to bed and quickly fell asleep.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 10



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

"I joined the newspaper staff," Trish told Dawn as they sat in the cafeteria at lunch time a few days after the conversation about Mr. Morris that disturbed Dawn so much.

Dawn, surprised, gaped at her friend. "You? On the newspaper?" she exclaimed. "Trish, you hate writing!"

Her friend nodded. "Yeah, writing sucks, big time. I know that," she replied. "But I heard Mr. Morris is the advisor for the newspaper and figured maybe, if I'm hanging around him enough, I can get him to make a move on me. I'm at least as pretty as Miss Brown and Miss Thomas, don't you think?"

"I...I guess so," Dawn replied. In reality, her friend was very attractive, but she always wore clothes and makeup that made her look more than a little sluttish. Trish had begun to mature earlier than her classmates and her young body was already full, and her breasts jutted provocatively under the tight tops she always wore. Dawn had always believed her friend's mode of dress was a little trashy, but she'd never told Trish that. "I...I don't know, Trish. I mean, I think it's against the law for teachers to have sex with students, isn't it? Didn't somebody here at the high school get in trouble for screwing around with students a few years back?"

Trish shrugged. "Who cares?" she said. "I mean, it's against the law for kids our age to smoke, isn't it? I've been smoking for three years, and I haven't gone to jail for it yet, have I?"

"I...I guess not," Dawn said. "But Trish, smoking and having sex with a teacher aren't the same thing."

Trish grinned. "Yeah, I know," she said. "I figure having sex with Mr. Morris is gonna be a helluva lot more fun than smoking."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Both girls got up.

"Trish, I'm not sure what you're talking about doing is a good idea," Dawn told her friend as they carried their trays to the dishwasher station. "I think you could get in trouble. And...and maybe you could get Mr. Morris in trouble, too."

Dawn headed to her next class and Trish headed to a different one. "I can't believe Mr. Morris would be stupid enough to let anything happen between Trish and him," she thought as she walked down the hallway. Then another, more disturbing, thought occurred to her. "Trish can be pretty vindictive," she mused. "She gets pretty mean if she doesn't get what she wants. What will she do if she comes on to Mr. Morris and he turns her down?"

Dawn remembered what happened a year earlier. A boy Trish was going out with broke up with her. To get even with him, Trish spread rumors that the boy was homosexual. Those rumors led to other boys picking on him, he got in a lot of fights and, eventually, he wound up transferring to another school.

"God, I hope she doesn't do something like that to Mr. Morris," Dawn thought.

Later that day, after school, Ben walked into the office assigned to the school newspaper. He didn't expect anyone to be in the office, since school had ended two hours earlier, and was surprised to see Trish sitting at the work table, examining herself in the mirror on her compact.

"Trish, what are you doing here?" he asked. He didn't understand why the girl, who wasn't doing the bare minimum of work she had to do to pass in his class, had joined the staff of the school paper, especially in her senior year. She didn't seem to like writing, and wasn't very good at it, either.

Trish looked up at him and smiled. She stood up and pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest out. "I wanted to talk to you alone, Mr. Morris," she said, her voice low.

Ben fought the urge to smile. The teenager was obviously trying to be seductive, but it would have been better if, at least, she hadn't been chewing gum.

Ben sat down at the table, keeping a safe distance from Trish. "About what, Trish?" he asked.

Trish looked as if she wasn't sure how to respond to his question. Ben wasn't sure why, it was a simple enough one, even for her. She began pacing back and forth in front of the table, apparently trying to make her walk seductive.

Ben watched the girl pace. If she used a little less makeup, and dressed a little more sedately, Trish might be very attractive. She was taller than a lot of the girls in her class, probably five-eight or five-nine, and her blonde hair, cut shoulder-length, was fine and soft-looking. She had on a dark blue tank top and white stirrup pants, held up by a dark blue belt. Both the tank top and pants fit her like a second skin, so it was easy for Ben to see that legs were very good, as was her bottom.

Trish walked over and stood looking down at him. "I...I think you're really nice, Mr. Morris," she said.

"Thank you, Trish," Ben said. He gazed into her blue eyes, trying to figure out what she was up to. "I'm flattered you think so."

"I..." Trish stammered, momentarily losing her facade of self-assurance.

At that moment, Ben thought she looked a lot like a lost little girl playing a weird game of dress-up. Her face was bright red.

"I...I...want to...to get it on with you..." she whispered, her voice sounding extremely child-like.

The girl's statement took Ben totally by surprise. "Trish, are you...are you saying you want me to make love to you?" he stammered, realizing his voice sounded higher than it usually did.

Trish looked at him and nodded. "Yes," she said. "That's...that's what I...I want." She seemed to relax a little.

Ben didn't remember ever hearing anything about how to deal with a situation like this in teacher's college. "Trish, my God! I, we, it's not possible you really mean that!" he stammered.

"Why not, what's stopping us?" Trish said defiantly. "I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're worried about."

"But I'm your teacher...you're my student...I can't do anything like that!" Ben protested. He knew he needed to keep calm, to stay in control. This was a very volatile situation. The fact that Trish would do something like this meant she was probably a very troubled girl. If she was, he didn't want to do anything that would traumatize her any more than she already had been traumatized.

Trish looked him in the eye, a look of determination on her face. "I know you're getting it on with Miss Thomas and Miss Brown!" she said. "Everybody in school does! Do they know you're fucking both of them? What would they do if they knew?"

Ben wasn't sure how either of the two women he was seeing felt about the fact that he was seeing the other, but neither Evelyn nor Tosha had complained so far.

He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly while he tried to think of something to say. "Trish, you have to understand," he said. "There is no way I can have a sexual relationship with you. First of all, it's against the law. Second, even if it wasn't against the law, I wouldn't take advantage of you like that."

Trish's face contorted into a pout. "So you're saying you won't get it on with me?" she huffed. "Is that it?"

"Trish, I couldn't do it, even if I wanted to," Ben said. "Can't you see that?" The minute he said it, he realized the girl might take a view of what he'd just said that could be a problem.

"So you don't want to get it on with me, huh?" she snapped. "What is it, I'm too ugly or something?" An evil-looking frown appeared on her face. "Maybe I'm not black enough, huh?"

"Trish, that isn't it. I think you're a very attractive young woman," Ben said, trying to make up for his error. "It's just that, given our circumstances, and your age, a relationship between us is completely out of the question."

"Yeah, sure," Trish snorted. "I got the picture. You figure I'm just some dumb kid who doesn't know what she wants, don't you?"

Despite the girl's attempt to sound tough, Ben could hear the hurt in her voice. "Look, Trish," he said, trying to sound way more rational and calm than he felt. "I...I think we better stop this before it gets any worse. I'm going to leave. I think, maybe, it would be a good idea if you stopped and talked with the school psychologist tomorrow." He paused. "In fact, I think I'll get in touch with her in the morning and ask her to talk with you."

"You bastard!" Trish exclaimed, her face red. "You think I'm crazy, is that it? You think I need a shrink?"

"Trish," Ben said, "I don't think you're crazy. I think you are troubled and need help."

Tears were rolling down the girl's cheeks now. Suddenly, she turned and bolted from the room, slamming the door as she went out.

Once Trish was gone, Ben stood up and discovered his legs were a little shaky. "Great!" he thought, "I sure handled that well, didn't I?"

Behind the school, Trish huddled in a hidden corner, where two wings of the building, sobbing desperately. "That bastard!" she thought. "He's going to pay for what he did to me! If he thinks I'm crazy, he'll learn! I'll fix his ass! I'll fix it good!"

Ben went home, glad he didn't have a date with anyone that night. He wasn't sure how Evelyn or Tosha would have reacted if he told them what had happened. He would contact Marya Thompson, the school psychologist in the morning, though. Trish was a young woman who definitely needed some help.

After making himself a sandwich, he sat down in his living room, turned on the TV, and started to watch the news. "God, Trish really blind-sided me," he mused. "I don't usually get taken by surprise like that."

As he sat staring at his TV without seeing what was on the screen, another time he'd been taken off-guard flowed from his memory into his consciousness. It happened five years earlier, during a weekend he spent at Nancy Dillon's house when his parents and her family were away...

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That day, Nancy was wearing a soft fleece cardigan sweater that had wide blue and white horizontal stripes on it, and snug leggings which clung to her gorgeous legs like a second skin. He knew he was staring at her when she walked into the kitchen wearing the outfit, but he couldn't help it. And besides, Nancy looked as if she was delighted by his look of unbridled admiration.

They were taking a break in their love-making, so he went out to do some work in Nancy's yard. He trimmed the grass along the walks and raked leaves out of the flower beds for a while. He had finished the raking and was walking toward the garage to put the rake away when Nancy came out of the house.

"I think you've done enough for now, Ben," Nancy told him.

"OK," he said. He stepped into the garage and hung the rake on the wall.

Nancy followed him into the garage. "I...I'm glad you came over last night, Ben," she said softly. "And I...I'm sorry if I upset you when you got here, but..."

Ben stepped toward her, held out his arms and Nancy stepped into them. "It's OK," he said softly. "I...I understand." As she pressed against him, he felt his body responding to contact with hers. He hadn't expected that, not here in the garage!

After a few seconds, Nancy leaned back in his arms and looked into his eyes. "I...I am glad you came over, I really am," she said softly. "You...you have no idea how good you are for me." She tipped her head forward and their lips met.

The kiss began softly, but quickly grew passionate. He felt Nancy's arms tightening around him, then her tongue slid between his lips and lashed the inside of his mouth. He tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he unbuttoned her sweater, slid his hands inside, onto her bare back, and moved them around, searching for her bra, finally realizing, with a thrill, that it wasn't there.

Nancy groaned into his mouth and thrust her pelvis against him. His growing hard-on pressed against her belly. Overwhelmed by lust, she began to tear at his clothes.

He found himself sucking her nipples while she clung to him, quivering and groaning. He knew they were taking a chance, that they could be discovered. But, somehow, that only added to the excitement he felt as he and Nancy groped at each other's overheated bodies.

He slid his hand inside Nancy's leggings, moved it down between her trembling legs and cupped her vagina which, he discovered to his delight, was sopping wet with the juices of passion.

"Oh, God, Ben!!!!" Nancy groaned, thrusting her pelvis against his hand. "God!!! Oh, God!!!"

He didn't know what to do. How were they going to make love in the garage? He looked around desperately. The cement floor? No, it was dirty, and would be too hard. The workbench? That was full of stuff and covered with oil and grease. His eyes fell on Nancy's car, which was right behind them. Why not? The hood might be just the right height.

He picked Nancy up, turned, and placed her on the hood of her car, then he quickly peeled down her leggings and panties, stepped between her legs, took her in his arms, and once more their lips fused.

He felt Nancy's hand slide between them, wrapped around his cock and began caressing it. Finally she released it and leaned back on outstretched arms. "Take me, Ben!! Now!!! Right here!!!" she murmured.

He was so wild with need, he didn't care where they were or that there was danger of being caught. He plunged into her powerfully, making her bottom slide back and forth on the car's smooth metal surface. Nancy yanked him against her, groaning as his swollen rod plunged repeatedly into her.

"Ben!!! Oh, God!!! Yes!!!! Gahhhhh!!!!!" she whimpered, clutching his arms. She shuddered violently when an orgasm ripped through her. "Uhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Unnnggggghhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, yessss!!!" he groaned while, with a powerful rush of joy, his seed gushed into Nancy.

Spent by their powerful fusion, the couple clung to each other while their bodies calmed.

"My God!" Nancy whispered, keeping her face buried against his bare chest. "Was that ever intense!"

He nodded. "It was really wild!" he agreed breathlessly.

"This is getting dangerous!" Nancy said softly. "God! The minute I get near you I go crazy! I'm really losing control of myself!"

"It is kinda wild, isn't it?" he said, still clinging to her.

He was trembling and Nancy felt it. "Are you all right, Ben?" she asked, looking concerned. "You're shaking."

"That was pretty intense," he replied. "I mean, it was so intense it was a little scary."

"I know exactly what you mean," Nancy said and kissed him softly. "Now let me down. I think we better get dressed before someone comes in and catches us."

They put their clothes back on, then started for the house. Nancy took his hand as they walked. "I hope you don't hate me for this," she said, "I'm ashamed of myself for what I'm doing to you."

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Ben took a sip of the milk he poured to wash down his sandwich and sighed. "You didn't have to be ashamed, Nancy," he said his voice sounding strange in his empty living room. "I just wish we hadn't stopped doing it."







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Ben & Nancy Ch. 11



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

"Mom, there's something I need to talk to you about," Dawn said when she and her mother were eating dinner the evening after Trish announced her intention to seduce Mr. Morris.

"What's that, Honey?" Nancy asked.

"It's...it's about Trish," her daughter said. "She...I think she's gonna do something really stupid."

"What is she planning to do?" Nancy asked.

"Well...I'm not sure I should be telling you this, because maybe it's really nothing," Dawn said. "But..."

"Honey, if it has you upset, it means it's worth worrying about..." Nancy said, "...and talking about. That's what mothers are for."

Dawn took a deep breath. "Well...Trish has the hots for Mr. Morris," she said. "She talks about him all the time and..."

"That's not unusual," Nancy said. "I had crushes on teachers when I was in high school."

"Yeah, but you didn't do anything about them, did you?" her daughter asked.

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked, surprised.

Dawn shrugged. "Well...today Trish told me she joined the staff of the school newspaper," she said.

"That's good," Nancy said, "students should be involved in clubs and things. You belong to the drama club, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I didn't join the drama club to get Mr. Prendergrast to go to bed with me," Dawn said, and made a face. Mr. Prendergrast was in his late fifties, fat, and usually smelled like sweat and stale tobacco.

"What?" Nancy asked. "Trish joined the newspaper staff to get Mr. Morris to...to go to bed with her?"

Dawn nodded. "Yeah, he took over as advisor for the paper because Mrs. Wallingford used to do it," she explained.

"Did...did Trish tell you that's why she joined the newspaper staff?" Nancy asked. She was startled by what her daughter was telling her, but wasn't totally surprised. Trish had been to their house quite a few times and she had recognized the girl's attempts to look sophisticated and older than her years as an attempt to compensate for feelings of inadequacy, feelings she knew only too well because she'd had those feelings, too, at Trish's age.

"Yeah, that's what she said," Dawn continued. "She's like crazy to get Mr. Morris to make it with her. I told her she was being crazy, that it would never happen, but she wouldn't listen to me. Do you...do you think we ought to tell somebody about this?"

Nancy wasn't sure. "I...I can't imagine that Ben...Mr. Morris, would be stupid enough to let anything happen," she told her daughter. "I...I'm sure they train teachers how to deal with things like this in college. I mean, I doubt this is the first time a student ever tried to act out a crush on a teacher."

"I sure hope you're right," Dawn said. "Mr. Morris is the best teacher I ever had. Ever since he came, school's been a lot more fun. His class makes the whole day better. If Trish screws that up, I'm gonna kill her."

"Now Honey, you know you don't mean that," Nancy said. "Don't worry. I'm sure if Trish actually does do something foolish, Mr. Morris will handle it just fine."

Dawn got up, walked around the table, and planted a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Thanks, Mom, talking to you did help," she said. "I feel a lot better about this now. I'm gonna go do some more work on my short story."

"OK, Honey," Nancy said.

Nancy cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, then she retired to the living room and picked up her book. But, once again, she found it hard to concentrate on the novel she was reading. "Trish is really a sad girl," she thought. "And I know exactly how she feels. God, she could be a mirror-image of what I was like at her age. I'm so glad Dawn didn't turn out like that. I...I guess I wasn't such a bad mother, either that or I was lucky to get an exceptional daughter."

She had been just like Trish when she was younger. She never did develop physically the way the other girls in her class did, and was terribly self-conscious about that. The fact that her father and mother constantly gave her mixed messages about what they expected from her did nothing to help her self-image, either. The message she'd always gotten from her parents was that it was good she was bright, because it was pretty clear, even early on, that she wasn't going to be able to get by on her looks. She never knew how much damage their attitude had done to her until she got involved in therapy.

The fact that she was so insecure about the way she looked led her into a relationship with a boy that further damaged her self-esteem and resulted in her losing her virginity. The boy's name was Mark...

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She met Mark Thomas when she was a senior in high school. He was the quarterback of the school's championship football team, top scorer on the basketball team, and was the boy most of the girls in school wanted to go out with. When he took her aside in the hall one day and asked her to go out with him, she was thrilled.

Their first date, even though it was fun, should have warned her what was to come. Mark said he'd would pick her up at her house. And he did, but he didn't come to the door. He blew the horn when he arrived and waited in his car, an expensive new convertible, for her to come out. He took her to a drive-in movie where they showed triple features of old science-fiction movies, which she hated.

It turned out that it didn't really matter what movies were showing because when the film started, so did Mark. He turned, pulled her to him, and their lips met. The touch of his lips thrilled her, and his thrusting tongue compounded the wild sensations that had begun coursing through her.

When Mark's hand cupped one of her breasts through the sweater she had on, she was thrilled. She'd been felt up before, but somehow it felt different when he did it. His touch was skillful and thrilling and the feelings she got from it were wilder than any she'd ever felt before.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned when his hand slid under the sweater, pushed her bra up, and came to rest on her bare breast. He teased her nipple with his fingers and the bud of flesh stiffened while electrifying feelings swept through her. She was being overwhelmed by the powerful sensations racing through her and knew she'd do anything Mark wanted, just so he kept making her feel like this!

"Take your pants off," he whispered.

Eager to please him, she did. Once her lower half was bare, he rewarded her with even more ferocious sensations of pleasure. She trembled uncontrollably while his fingers explored her virgin vagina. He moved her so she was lying on the car seat, with him between her legs.

She laid there and heard him unzip his pants. She glanced down and realized he was holding his cock in his hand. She'd never seen a man's erection before and was frightened. Mark's was huge! She knew what he planned to do, and was frightened that he might split her wide open!

"Don't hurt me, Mark!" she begged, "Please, Mark, don't hurt me! You're so big!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he replied, his voice strained, "Trust me, you're really gonna love this." He moved closer to her and, holding his erection in his hand, aimed it into her wet, virgin opening. Then he thrust himself into her.

Mark didn't know, and few other people did, that she was still a virgin. When the fleshy shaft plunged into her, she experienced a sharp pain when his erection breached her maidenhead.

"It hurts!" she whimpered, "Please, Mark, stop! You're hurting me!"

Mark paused and looked down at her. "Don't tell me you're cherry!" he exclaimed, incredulous. "Damn!" He remained still, his cock buried in her.

When he stopped moving, she felt a little relief. And, as they laid there, the pain passed and was slowly replaced by excitement.

"Jesus, Nancy, why didn't you tell me you were a virgin before we started?" Mark asked. "I'd have been easier on you."

"I...I was afraid you wouldn't want me if you knew," she replied. The feelings of passion growing inside her made it difficult for her to speak.

"Am I still hurting you?" Mark asked.

She shook her head. "No," she replied. "God, no!"

Slowly, Mark again began sliding his organ in and out and pleasure appeared where pain had been. Intense pleasure! She had never felt anything like it before. Her whole body was afire. Wonderful sensations continued to boil through her as he moved.

"You're so tight!" Mark groaned. His hips began moving faster and faster. "Feels so good! Don't...think...I...can...wait! I...can't... Ah!!!! Ahh!!!!! Ahhh!!!!" he moaned. His hips went wild and he exploded, filling her with hot, sticky cream.

"Ohh!!!!" she murmured as electrifying sensations swept through her. The hot juices splattering her insides felt good, and she loved that she was able to make Mark feel good, too.

Mark took her home after the movie and asked her out the next night. Again they went to the drive-in and they made love again. She enjoyed the second love-making experience a lot more than the first, and looked forward to the next time Mark would ask her out.

None of her friends had seen her with Mark and, when she told them she was dating him, they laughed at her. She was hurt that they didn't believe her, but she didn't care. She considered herself Mark's girl. She even allowed herself to imagine that, some day, they might get married.

Mark was supposed to pick her up again on Friday, and she anxiously waited for him to arrive. When the time came, it wasn't Mark who came to her door. It was a big guy she'd never seen before who was driving Mark's car.

"I'm Pete," he said. "Mark couldn't get here tonight. He hadda study for a test or something. He said I could use his car and that I should take you out and show you a good time."

She wasn't sure what to do. "I...I don't know she said, hesitantly. After all, she was Mark's girl. It wouldn't be right for her to go out with someone else.

"Mark said to tell ya he expects ya ta take good care of his pals...or maybe he'll haveta find another girl," Pete said.

She didn't like it that Mark had put her on the spot like this, but she didn't want to risk angering him and losing him, so she went out with Pete.

Pete, it turned out, wasn't the gentleman Mark was. He took her to the same drive-in Mark had taken her to, where the same movies were still playing. After he shut the car off, he turned to her. "Let's get inna back seat," he rumbled.

Even though she didn't feel right about what was happening, she was a little frightened of Pete, so she did as he told her.

The minute they were in the back seat, Pete grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her roughly, his lips hitting hers so hard she was sure she'd be bruised. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them cruelly, pinching the nipples painfully.

Surprisingly, the rough handling stirred her, even though she felt betrayed by her own body. The last thing she wanted was to have this crude ape pawing her, yet that's what he was doing and it was turning her on!

Pete pulled her blouse up and fumbled with the clasps on her bra, but was unable to get it unhooked. "I hate these damn things!" he mumbled, tugging at the garment.

She didn't want him to tear her bra, and he was acting so angry she was afraid that's what he would do. "Let me..." she started to say, intending to help him, to save damage to her clothing, but she was too late. Pete tore the garment from her and his hands went to her bared breasts. He began pinching the nipples painfully, but they still got hard. Weakness overwhelmed her.

"You got nice tits!" Pete exclaimed. "Real nice tits!" He pulled her skirt up, pushed her panties aside, and thrust a thick finger into her. "Yeah, you got a nice, tight, pussy, too," he murmured and began finger-fucking her.

Despite the fact that she thoroughly disliked the young bully, his rough caresses continued to excite her and make her wet.

"Ya want it, doncha?" he said. "Alla girls like Big Pete. Once ol' Pete fucks 'em, they're spoiled." He pushed her down against the car seat and moved atop her, between her legs, his huge bulk looming over her. He pulled her underpants aside again, then he plunged his erection into her.

When she felt Pete's massive pole begin to invade her body, she was sure he was going to rip her open.

Pete hadn't spent much time on foreplay, nor did he demonstrate any tenderness once the sex act began. Once he had his cock in her, he began pounding down against her, his bulk driving her against the car seat.

She felt the car moving and heard the springs squeal in protest as the massive young man's body thudded against hers. She felt no pleasure, just the huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hips bruising hers, and his massive, sweaty body pressing her down.

Suddenly, Pete stiffened and the motion of his hips stopped. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" he groaned.

She felt his hot seed spewing into her and was glad it was over. She hoped he wouldn't tell Mark what happened.

Pete climbed off her and sagged back into a corner of the seat. "You're really some piece 'a ass!" he exclaimed. He reached over the front seat and took a beer from the six-pack he'd brought, opened it, and sucked most of it down in one swallow.

They spent the rest of the evening sitting on opposite sides of the car, watching the movie. Pete drank all of the beer and didn't offer her any. When the movies finally ended, he drove her home.

Mark called the next day. She was angry with him, but the sound of his voice changed that quickly. "Hey, darlin'," he said, "want to go out tonight?"

"With you?" she asked, suspicious. If he thought he could send someone else over again...

"Of course with me," Mark replied. "Hey, you aren't mad at me because of Pete, are you?"

"Ah...no...I...I guess not," she answered. She had been furious with him, but her anger dissolved the minute she heard his voice.

"Great," Mark said. "By the way, Pete said he had a great time. You did good."

She was a little disturbed by his comment, but let it pass.

Mark picked her up later and she slid over next to him once she got in the car. This time there was no movie. He drove to a back road in a wooded area, pulled into an isolated spot, and shut the car off. Then he turned to her and pulled her into his arms.


When Mark kissed her, she was as thrilled as she'd been the first time they were together. She felt all soft and mushy inside. When the kiss ended, he began caressing her breasts and any anger she might have felt fled. She wasn't wearing a bra - Pete had destroyed the only good one she had - and his hands moved over her bare skin, bringing her nipples to rigid points, pressing against his hands.

"Oh, Mark, you make me feel so wonderful!" she whispered.

"You like it?" Mark asked.

"Oh, yes!" she crooned.

His hand slid up her leg, under the mini-skirt she was wearing, and she parted her legs. He cupped her vagina in his hand and she felt as if she were going to explode.

"Ohhh!!!!" she moaned. She had to have him again!

He pushed aside the leg opening of her panties and, slowly, inserted a finger into her excitement-wet pussy, then he began working it in and out. His fingers gave her unbelievable thrills and her hips began moving in time with his finger. Suddenly, starbursts of pleasure exploded behind Nancy's tightly shut eyes. "Ahh!!!! Ahhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" she groaned. Her hips squirmed wildly on the seat as the first orgasm she ever had exploded through her.

When her system returned to near normal, she looked at Mark, her eyes liquid. "What about you?" she asked. "Don't you want me?"

"I want you, baby!" he replied, his eyes hot. "How about doing something wonderful for me?"

"Yes!!!" she moaned, "Anything!"

"Hold my cock," Mark said, fishing his erect organ out of his pants and guiding her small hand to it.

"Ah...OK..." she replied. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around the fleshy pole. It was warm! And so hard!

"Move your hand up and down," Mark whispered. His voice sounded strained.

She did as he requested and he began to moan and squirm.

"Ahhhh!!!!" Mark moaned. "That's it! Keep it up, baby!"

She could see that what she was doing was making Mark feel good and was thrilled. Making him feel good made her feel good, too.

"Kiss it, baby!" Mark groaned. "Kiss my cock!"

"Kiss it?" she murmured and made a face. She wasn't sure she could do that, it sounded gross.

"Come on, baby! Kiss it!" Mark groaned. "I need for you to kiss my cock!"

Hesitantly she lowered her face toward his erect shaft and touched it with her soft lips. It didn't feel bad. It was hot and throbbing. She kissed it and felt Mark jump.

"Oh, baby!!! Yes!!!!" he moaned. "That's it!!! That's it!!!!"

She began to raise and lower her head, allowing her lips to drag up and down over his engorged shaft, feeling the ridges along the sides. She licked it and stroked it with her hand at the same time.

Mark's hips rose and fell on the car seat and he moaned his delight at what she was doing to him. She loved knowing that she could make him feel this good.

"Oh, God!! Oh, God!!!" Mark bawled, "That's wild!!! Yeah!!! Suck me!!!!"

She continued to move her head up and down. The taste of him was exciting, the feel of his veined shaft against her lips thrilling, and his moans were exhilarating. She couldn't believe she was giving him as much pleasure as it seemed like she was. She felt his hands tangle in her hair, holding her against him while he fucked his cock into her mouth.

"Arrrgghhhhhh!!!!" Mark moaned. His hips began to move faster and faster. "Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

She felt the penis in her mouth begin to pulsate, then hot, sticky fluids began spurting into her mouth. She started to gag, but Mark's hands held her against him, so she had to swallow the hot, viscous cream jetting into her mouth. At last, his lust spent, Mark released her.

She lifted her head and sat back. Her chin felt wet. She wiped it with her hand, feeling the sticky remnants of his explosion.

"You give great head, baby!" Mark said as he zipped up his pants. He slid back under the steering wheel, started the car, backed out of their secluded spot, then he drove her back to where he'd picked her up.

"Tomorrow night?" he asked before she got out of the car.

"Ah, sure," she replied.

Their relationship continued like that for the remainder of the school year. And although Mark continued occasionally to send over his friends to take she out, she managed to convince herself that Mark cared for her.

She was looking forward to the approach of the senior prom when, she hoped, the fact that she was Mark's date would prove what she'd been telling her friends. She'd been saving her money to buy a gown, and had even gone down to the mall to look at some.

"The prom's coming up," she said one night while Mark was driving her home.

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "I'll probably wind up bein' king again this year."

She was even more thrilled. If she was the date of the Prom King, she'd be the envy of all the other girls in school.

"I think I'm gonna ask Lisa Parks," Mark said. "I'm pretty sure she'll wind up bein' queen, don't you think?"

"You...you're going to ask Lisa?" she said, stunned. Lisa was a pretty, buxom blonde cheerleader, possibly the most popular girl in school. "I...I..."

Mark looked over at her. "You didn't think I was gonna ask you did you?" he asked.

"I...I guess not," she replied, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hey, come on, Nancy," Mark said. "I thought you understood. I mean, you're fun to go parking with and all, but the prom, Jesus, what are you thinking?" He shook his head in amazement.

**********

Nancy was sitting in her living room, tears evoked by her painful memories dripping on her open book, when her daughter walked in.

"I'm going to bed, Mom," Dawn announced, then she saw that her mother was crying. "Mom, are you all right?" she asked, sounding concerned. "How come you're crying?"




Ben & Nancy Ch. 11



"I...I was just thinking about your father," Nancy lied. "I...I'll be OK."

Dawn walked over, knelt down, hugged her mother, and kissed her gently on the cheek. "I know how you feel," she said softly. "Sometimes thinking about Dad makes me cry, too. You sure you'll be OK?"

"I'll be fine, Honey," Nancy said. "I think I'll go to bed, too."

"OK," her daughter said. "See you in the morning. I love you."

"I love you, too, Honey," Nancy said.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 12



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben encountered school psychologist Marya Thompson in the hallway the next morning when he walked into school.

"Have you got a couple of minutes, Marya?" he asked her.

"Sure," the psychologist said. "Is this something about one of your students?"

"Yes, Trish Wilkins," Ben said.

"Why don't you come down to my office and tell me about it?" Marya said.

Ben followed Marya down the hall and into her officer. She walked across the room, turned to face him, and leaned against her desk.

"Wow, for a psychologist, she's pretty damn good-looking!" Ben thought as he looked at the woman standing in front of him. The pretty psychologist's outfits were always dynamite and today's was no exception. A white cable-knit sweater and white ribbed skirt clung lovingly to her fine physique. She had a very attractive face, highlighted by bright blue eyes. Perhaps to make herself more serious, she wore dark-rimmed eyeglasses and had her blonde hair pulled back in a tight twist. He had always thought she exuded a kind of contained sexuality. "I wonder what she looks like when she lets her hair down?" he mused.

"What's going on with Trish?" Marya asked. "I have to say, I wasn't surprised when you told me she was the one you wanted to talk to me about. Trish is a very troubled young woman."

"Yeah, I know," Ben said. "Do I ever! Last night she got me alone in the newspaper room and propositioned me."

Marya shook her head. "I suppose I should be surprised to hear that," she said, "but I'm not. I believe she's been sexually active for quite a while, and she does have a tendency to get out of control. I guess it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. How did you respond to her proposition?"

"She caught me off-guard," Ben said. "I'm not sure I handled it as well as I could have. I..." He went on to give Marya a detailed explanation of the interaction he had with Trish the night before.

"I'd say you handled the situation about as well as you could have, under the circumstances," Marya said once Ben finished his tale. "I'd say that, given what I know of Trish - and that's quite a bit - you did it as gently and effectively as possible."

"But she seemed really upset," Ben said. "She ran out of the room crying."

"Trish has a very fragile ego," Marya explained, "despite the self-assured facade she puts on in public. What we're dealing with here is a scared little girl who is desperately seeking love and affection."

"I don't mind giving my students love and affection," Ben said, "but not the kind she was asking for."

"That's just it," Marya said, "Trish is very immature. I doubt very much that she's able to differentiate between love and sex. I suspect there may be some unreported sexual abuse involved here. She certainly exhibits some of the classic traits of a sexually abused female. Inability to differentiate between affection and sex is a critical sign of sexual abuse. She has no boundaries. To her, they're probably one and the same."

"So what happens now?" Ben asked.

"I'll call Trish in and talk with her," Marya said. "Hopefully, I'll be able to help her understand that what she did last night wasn't appropriate and, maybe, I'll be able to convince her to see me on a regular basis so we can work on some of the problems she has."

"That would be great," Ben said. "I sure as heck hope you can pull it off." Then something occurred to him. "We're putting the paper together this afternoon," he said. "What should I do if Trish shows up to help?"

"Make sure you're never alone with her," Marya said, "and treat her just like you would any other student."

"OK," Ben said. "Thanks for helping me with this, Marya."

Marya smiled at him. "It's my job," she said. "I'll let you know how my session with Trish went."

The rest of the school day passed uneventfully and, to Ben's relief, Trish didn't show up to help finish work on the newspaper. He was surprised he hadn't heard from Marya, though, and wondered how her session with Trish had gone.

He drove home, feeling spent. He was glad he didn't have any social plans for the evening. When he got home, he changed into a sweat-suit and sat down at his desk. He had papers to correct and lesson plans to work on. He'd just begun working when the phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello?" he said.

"Is this Ben Morris?" a female voice asked.

"Yes, it is," Ben replied.

"Hi, Ben, this is Marya Thompson," the caller said. "I wanted to let you know what happened in my session with Trish."

"I was wondering how it went," Ben replied. "I figured you got busy and would tell me in the morning."

"I was terribly busy today," Marya said. "In fact, I'm just leaving school now. If you don't mind, I could stop at your place on my way home and tell you what went on in my session with Trish."

"No problem," Ben said. "Do you know where I live?"

"Yes," Marya said. "I'll see you in about a half-hour."

"I'll put on some coffee," Ben said.

The doorbell sounded a half-hour after Marya called. Ben opened it.

"Hi," Marya said, smiling at him.

Ben thought he saw a hint of invitation in her smile and gaze, but quickly brushed the thought off. "Not everybody is hot for you! Don't be so damned arrogant!" he scolded himself. "Come in," he said, and stepped back so she could enter his apartment.

They went into his living room. Marya sat down on the sofa and Ben sat down in his recliner, facing her. Even though she was across the room, he realized he could smell the enticing scent of the perfume the attractive woman was wearing.

"So how did it go with Trish?" he asked.

"Actually, I think it went quite well, all things considered," Marya said. "At least she agreed to come back and see me again tomorrow."

"That's good," Ben said. "I'm sure glad we have you on the school team. I'm not sure what I'd have done if you weren't around."

"Cases like this make me feel as if I'm really making a contribution," Marya said, smiling. "I really like working with kids."

"And it looks as if you're really good at it," Ben said. "Would you like some coffee?"

Marya smiled and nodded. "That would be nice," she said.

Ben got up and went to the kitchen to get coffee for them. He turned around to carry the cups back to the living room and was surprised to see Marya standing in his kitchen doorway, fumbling with her hair. All of a sudden, a fluffy golden mass tumbled around her face and over her shoulders.

Marya smiled. "God, it feels good to loosen my hair," she commented. She gave Ben what he thought was an odd smile. "I...I can see why Trish, and a lot of the other girls are...are so smitten with you," she said softly.

Ben wasn't sure how to take her comment. "Oh?" he said softly.

"Ah..." Marya exclaimed and, for the first time since Ben had known her, she lost the self-assured look he'd always seen on her face. She looked confused, maybe a little frightened. Her face began to flush, her eyes widened, and she inhaled deeply.

"What the heck?" Ben thought. He set down the cups he held in his hand, took a step toward the gorgeous psychologist, put his hand gently behind her head and urged her face toward his. Their lips met and as they did, he felt excitement surging through him.

Marya moaned softly into his mouth, then her tongue caressed his lips and stabbed between them. The rush of ecstasy Ben was experiencing grew in intensity as their tongues entwined.

Suddenly, Marya's lips were gone from his. She turned and, with a soft moan, bolted from the doorway.

The fact that Ben had a raging hard-on made it difficult, but he managed to follow her. He found her standing in his living room, her back to him. She was hunched over, hugging herself, her shoulders shaking. He walked over and stood behind her.

"Marya, I...I'm sorry," Ben whispered. "I...I shouldn't have..." He laid one hand gently on her shoulder.

"Don't..." Marya gasped.

Ben pulled his hand away.

She shook her head. "Don't...talk," she murmured and leaned back against him.

Ben, surprised by her action, slid his arms around her and his hands cupped and hefted her full breasts.

"Make...love...to me! Please, Ben, don't give me time to think! Just make love to me!" Marya gasped. Her voice was so soft Ben could barely hear her. "Now...before I...I...change my...mind!"

Ben guided the trembling woman to the sofa and turned her around, then kissed her again. Once more he heard her soft moans of delight and felt her body pressing against his. His hands cupped her bottom, pulling her against his tumescence. He could feel the muscles in her nicely-formed bottom tightening in his hands as she pressed herself against his middle.

Their kiss ended, but Marya continued pressing against him, but didn't look at him. Ben stepped back, grabbed the hem of her top, and began lifting it. She raised her hands so he could pull it over her head. Once her top was off, Ben laid it on the coffee table. He slid his hands gently up and down her bared arms and felt goose-bumps rising on her supple flesh.

"Uhh!" Marya murmured softly.

Her skirt had an elastic waist, which made removing it fairly easy. That garment was soon a puddle of cloth around her feet. Ben caressed her legs lightly with his fingers and saw goose-bumps rise on those lovely columns. She now wore nothing but a lacy bra and equally lacy panties.

Gently, as gently as he could, Ben teased her swollen nipples through her bra.

"Oh! Uh!" Marya moaned, leaning forward, pressing against his hands.

Ben slid his hands down the side of her breasts, to her back and undid the clasp holding her bra around her. When the flimsy garment was open, her lovely breasts sprang free of their confinement.

Ben's eyes widened as he gazed at what he'd uncovered. Marya's breasts were magnificent! They were firm, finely formed, and tipped with tasty-looking distended nipples. After gazing at them avidly for a few seconds, he bent and took one turgid nipple between his lips.

"Uhhhh!" Marya groaned.

His hands lay on her waist and he could feel her trembling.

"Please...Ben! Don't...don't let me...think," she groaned. "Don't...don't make me wait! Please!"

Quickly, Ben laid her on the sofa, letting one leg dangle over the side. He was wild with need and his hands were shaking as he fished his erection out of his pants. He knelt between the psychologist's legs, hooked her panties aside, and plunged into her.


"Ah! Oh!" Marya groaned, her middle surging up to meet his invasion.

Warmth engulfed Ben's cock and pleasure rippled through him as he sank into her.

"Gahh! Yes! Oh, yes!" Marya groaned. Her fingers dug into Ben's arms as he hammered against her, driving his cock deep into her. He felt her stiffen and her grip got even tighter.

"Oh! Oh! Ahh!" Marya groaned, her body beginning to spasm. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Take me, Ben! Take me! Now! Oh, God! Now!"

Ben was surprised by how quickly Marya had come, but there was no doubting that she had. Her tight channel gripped his cock, and he felt it ripple, drawing him with her into an explosion of joy. "Oh, God, Marya! Oh, yeah! Yeah!" he cried when his insides convulsed and he spewed his hot juices into her.

Finished, they lay in each other's arms on Ben's sofa, still coupled, as gentle after-shocks of bliss rippled through them.

Ben looked down at Marya. Her eyes were closed and he couldn't read the expression on her face.

Marya opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Ben, please, let me up. I...I need to get cleaned up," she whispered.

Ben got off her, his softening cock sliding reluctantly from her still-quivering opening. "My bathroom's down the hall, second door on the right," he said. He watched as Marya got up and headed in that direction.

Ben wondered what would happen next. Marya had been hotter than hell, but now that they'd actually made love, how did she feel? He knew she was married and had children, and felt a little guilty about what he'd done, but not much. It wasn't as if he'd forced her. He stood up, pulled up his sweat-pants, went to the kitchen, and drank some of his coffee. He heard the bathroom door open and returned to the living room. Marya, wearing his bathrobe, was standing with her back to him, her attention apparently directed out his window.

Encouraged by the fact she hadn't gotten dressed, Ben walked over behind her, put his arms around her and was pleasantly surprised when she leaned back against him.

"I...I've never slept with anyone other than my husband before," she whispered. "I...I wanted you to know that. It...it's important for me to...to tell you that."

"Are you OK?" Ben asked. He was startled to discover that the pressure of her body against his was once more rousing him.

"Surprisingly, I'm fine, or at least I think I am," she said, "I'll probably hate myself tomorrow, but right now, I'm fine." A shudder went through her. "God! I don't know what came over me! I...I haven't been that turned on in ages!"

Ben's cock was stiffening again and, pressed together the way they were, there was no way Marya could not know that. She moved her bottom, pushing even harder against him, and Ben knew she did feel it. He cupped her breasts and she moaned softly.

"Are...are you going to make love to me again, Ben?" she whispered.

"I will if you'd like me to," Ben replied.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she murmured. "I'd like it very much if you did!"

Even though it had been wild making love in the living room, Ben didn't want to do it there again. He led Marya to his bedroom and seconds after they were arrived, they were lying naked on his bed.

Ben began exploring the lovely blonde's magnificent body with his lips, tongue, and hands and she responded fervently. Their second session of love-making didn't seem to have the urgency their first time did, but was no less wonderful.

He delighted in the opportunity to explore Marya's body. Her breasts were wonderful! They were full and firm, with faint stretch marks that made him think she'd nursed her children. Her nipples, though small, were erect. Ben licked one.

"Oh! Ben!" Marya groaned. Her hand clamped around his head, forcing him against her. "Yes! Suck them! Please, Ben! Please!"

Ben did as Marya requested and discovered that her nipples were incredibly sensitive. While his lips worked on one of the turgid buds, his fingers twirled the other. Her marvelous body twisted, turned, and strained as joy wracked her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she babbled, her grip on his head tightening. "God! That feels so wonderful!"

Ben had never been with a woman who responded as avidly to having her nipples played with as Marya did. Her fervent response to his love-making inflamed his need. His cock was again stiff and juices of arousal were seeping from the tip.

"I...I...Oh! Oh! God!" Marya gripped his head to her breast, her back arched, and her rapturous wails continued. "I don't believe it! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm...I'm coming! I'm coming! Eeeyahhhh!"

Ben, dumbfounded by the orgasm he'd evoked, continued sucking her nipples until, at last, she lay still on the bed. He lay on his side, gazing at her in amazement.

Marya turned and looked at him, her eyes wide. "I...I don't believe that happened!" she gasped. "I...I mean, my nipples have always been sensitive...I love having them sucked, but..." Her hand slid down his belly and fell on his swollen cock. "My God!" she exclaimed. "You're hard again, aren't you? Roger, he..." She turned her face from away, but her hand continued clutching his cock.

"Marya, I want you again," Ben said softly.

She turned back to him and their eyes met again. "Take me, then!" she whispered urgently, "Now, Ben! I want you, too! God, do I ever!"

Ben rolled atop her and his cock slipped between her legs as if drawn by a magnet. Thrills swept through him as the tip of his turgid shaft caressed the lust-slick lips of Marya's gash.

"Please!" she groaned, her hips twisting, "Please, Ben!"

He raised his hips, once more felt her puffy lips caress his shaft, then he lowered them and experienced a rush of rapture as his tumescence began invading her willing body once again.

Marya's clawed hands dug into the flesh of his back. "Yes!" she groaned. Her hips surged upward, beckoning him deeper into her. Then Ben was all the way in, their pubic bones mashing together, their damp hair entwined. "Oh, God, Ben!" she groaned. "That feels so wonderful!"

"This should feel even better, then," Ben said, and began to raise and lower his hips.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Marya whimpered. Her grip on him tightened and her legs locked behind his.

Marya's tight channel gripped him, the walls rippling along the shaft of his cock, driving him closer and closer to explosion.

"Take me! Please! Oh, Ben, please!" Marya cried. "Please, Ben, take me now! I...I...I can't wait! Oh, God! Oh, God! Please! Please! Now! Take me now! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhh! Aahhh!"

The frantic motions of his partner's body, her impassioned plea, and the quavering clutch of her pussy on his shaft combined to draw Ben with her, over the edge, into a whirlpool of delight. "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" he cried, exploding into her.

Afterward, they snuggled on the bed, letting their bodies calm.

"I...I really never have done anything like this before," Marya said, reddening. "I...I don't know what came over me. I...I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Ben said, kissing her softly on the nose. "It was my fault. I...I shouldn't have made a pass at you. If I hadn't, you..."

Marya silenced him with a soft kiss. "Nothing would have happened if I hadn't wanted it to," she said. "Let's not talk about that any more, OK?"

"OK," Ben said.

They laid in bed a little longer, enjoying the contact of their bodies against each other, but saying nothing about what they'd done or what would come next.

Finally, Marya said she had to get home. Ben watched, delighted, as she dressed, then walked with her to the door.

"See you in school tomorrow," she said. She kissed him, then left.

After Marya left, Ben went back to his desk and finished correcting the papers he'd been working on when she arrived. As he worked, he thought about what had happened with Marya. She sure was a wild lover and had tried to assure him that what they'd done wasn't his fault. If that was true, why didn't he feel better about it? He shrugged off the feeling and kept working.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 13



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter thirteen

Trish Wilkins only went to see Mrs. Thompson, the school psychologist because she had to in order to keep from being suspended, but she found she liked Mrs. Thompson and kept going back to see her after that first session. And the more she talked with Mrs. Thompson the more she liked her. Before long, she was looking forward to her appointments. Mrs. Thompson understood her, and listened to her, really listened. Talking with her seemed to make the bad feelings Trish had a lot a little less upsetting, and they began working on ways Trish could improve her situation.

After a few weeks, without Trish even realizing it was happening, the girl began to show signs of change. She wasn't aware how much she'd changed until Dawn Dillon commented on it one day as they ate lunch.

"What's going on with you, Trish?" Dawn asked. "There's something different about you lately."

Trish shrugged. "What do you mean?" she asked her friend.

"I don't know, you seem mellower," Dawn said. "And I've never seen you in that outfit before."

"This, it was something I got for Christmas, I just never felt like wearing it before," Trish said. The outfit in question was a loose maroon jumper, with a white turtleneck under it. When she got it, she hated it, and swore she'd never wear it. Now she couldn't remember why she felt that way.

"It looks good on you," Dawn remarked. "And I like the way you have your hair done today, too." Her friend's hair hung loose, it wasn't done up in the outlandish styles she had previously affected.

"You keep that up," Trish said, feeling her face get hot, "and you're gonna make me blush. If you do, I'm gonna smack you, right here in the cafeteria."

Dawn smiled at her friend. "That sounds more like the Trish I've come to know and love," she chuckled.

Trish had even gotten to like working on the school newspaper and was learning to write better articles. Mr. Morris had complimented her several times, and she really liked that. She liked him, too, and was glad he hadn't done what she'd asked him to. It also helped that, after the incident occurred, he never mentioned it again.

When school let out that day, she headed for the paper's office to finish an article she'd started. She bumped into Dawn.

"I'm going down to the mall," Dawn said. "You want to come along?"

"I can't," Trish said. "I have to finish writing an article for this week's edition of the paper."

"You really have changed, haven't you?" Dawn smiled. "I don't think I ever heard you refuse an invitation to go to the mall before."

"Get out of here," Trish laughed. "Some of us care about our responsibilities and aren't just slaves to shopping.."

Dawn giggled. She liked the changes in her friend. " Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow, Trish," she said, and headed out the door.

Alone in the newspaper office, Trish finished the story she was working on, put it in the editor's basket, then turned to leave. She was startled when Buddy Marks walked in. She'd gone out with him a few times and he was a member of a gang of kids she used to hang out with before she started seeing Mrs. Thompson. He was small, stocky, none too clean, and a little stupid. She wondered why she ever thought he was cool and felt a little ashamed of herself for having had sex with him. She hadn't even talked to him in months and was a little frightened by the look she saw in his eyes. "What are you doing here, Buddy?" she asked.

Buddy grinned at her. "I heard you tellin' that Dillon bitch you was comin' up here to do somethin'" he said. "I thought I'd come up and see if we could get it on, you know, like we useta do."

"Buddy, get out of here!" Trish said. "I have no intention of ever doing anything like that with you again!" She tried to get past him, but he grabbed her arm.

"Hey...what's the deal? Is that any way to talk to me?" he asked. "You and me, we useta be real tight, no reason we can't be again."

"Let go of me, Buddy, I have to get home," Trish replied. She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. Her heart was pounding and she was getting more and more frightened. She knew Buddy was a bully, but she'd never seen him like this before. He'd never done anything like this to her while she was dating him.

Buddy tried to pull her into his arms and kiss her, but the girl managed to get her arm out of his grip and backed away from him. "Don't, Buddy," she said. "Just go away and let me alone."

"Hey, come on, Trish," Buddy said. His face clouded over with anger and he started toward her. "I don't know what makes you think you can get away with bein' so fuckin' snotty all of a sudden. I know what kinda chick you are, so don't give me that shit!"

"Stay away from me, Buddy!" Trish yelled. She was hoping against hope that someone in the school building would hear her cries, come in, and help her. "I'm not going to do anything with you, not now, not ever! Get out of here and leave me alone!"

Buddy had gone to the newspaper office thinking Trish would be only too happy to do a little screwing. Seeing her act as if she wanted nothing to do with him and hearing her tell him to go away enraged him. Who the hell did she think she was? As anger flared inside him, the young man was no longer thinking straight. "Fuck you, Trish!" he said. "Don't give me that shit! You and me, we got it on more times than I can remember. Now you're telling me to fuck off? You can't do that. I've got needs, you know."

"Give me a break, Buddy!" Trish snorted. "I don't owe you anything," she said bitterly. "Get out of here and get away from me! God, you make me sick!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Buddy demanded. Something snapped inside him. "Look, bitch, you're gonna give me what I want!" His face contorted with anger, he started toward her.

Trish tried to get by Buddy, but he grabbed her in a powerful embrace and tried to kiss her again.

"Buddy! No!" Trish protested. She struggled to get out of his grip and turned her face aside so his lips wouldn't contact hers. What was wrong with him?

Buddy was out of control. He dragged Trish toward the sofa sitting along the wall of the newsroom, fumbling at her dress, pulling it up, thrusting his hand under the skirt.

"Buddy! No!" Trish cried. She was scared. Buddy was going to rape her! She couldn't believe it! Not now, not when her life was looking so bright. "Please! If you don't stop right now, I'm gonna scream!"

"Go ahead, you cock-teasing cunt!" Buddy growled. "Nobody's gonna hear you. The only person in school is the janitor, and he's clear on the other side of the building."

Trish was more frightened than she'd ever been in her life. Buddy was gaining ground. His hand was between her thighs now, and she could feel his erection pressing against her legs. She didn't want this to happen, but she wasn't sure she'd be able stop him. She didn't understand why he was doing this to her.

Buddy kept trying to insert his hand between Trish's legs. The fact that she was writhing and straining under him only served to inflame his out of control passion more. It also made him more and more angry. He wanted her and was going to have her, whether she wanted him to or not!

"Help!" Trish screamed. "Somebody, anybody, please help me!"

Buddy continued his assault. "Shut up, you bitch!" he yelled. He back-handed Trish across the face with his free hand.

Trish, already shocked that Buddy was trying to rape her, was stunned by his violent slap. For the first time since he'd come into the room, the possibility that she would get raped sank in, and she was more scared than she'd ever been in her life. She wanted to scream again, but was afraid he'd hit her again, or worse. She didn't know what to do. "Please! Don't, Buddy!" she begged. Her arms were flailing and she felt one of her hands smack against Buddy's face. She hadn't intended to slap him and didn't hit him very hard, but it only stoked her assailant's anger even more.

"You fucking cunt!" Buddy yelled. "You slapped me, you bitch!" He threw the young woman toward a row of file cabinets across the room.

Trish felt herself flying through the air, then she slammed against a metal file cabinet face-first, felt something snap in her nose and experienced a twinge of intense pain. Something warm and wet was flowing onto her lip. Unable to stand, she sagged to the floor and laid there, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand, licking blood off her lips.

Buddy had reacted to Trish's attack and thrown her away from him without thinking. He looked down and saw Trish lying on the floor, her face bloody. If she didn't tell anyone what he'd done, nobody would know, he figured. He walked over to the girl, bent down, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to her feet. "You ain't gonna tell anybody what happened, you bitch!" he growled.

"The hell I'm not!" Trish retorted defiantly. She saw Buddy's arm move, then his fist slammed into her face and bright lights exploded inside her head. The intense pain didn't begin until he'd hit her several times.

Once Buddy started hitting Trish, he couldn't stop. "You ain't gonna tell nobody. You ain't gonna tell nobody," he said, over and over; every time his balled fist slammed into Trish, who was soon dangling limp from his hand. He kept on hitting her, oblivious to the blood splattering the file cabinets, the wall, and him.

Finally, exhausted, Buddy stopped hitting Trish, let go of her, and watched her drop to the floor. He looked down at her. Her face was a bloody pulp, barely recognizable as human.

"Now I'm gonna get what I want, you cunt," he thought, opening his pants.

After he finished, Buddy got to his feet and pulled his pants up. He was starting to settle down and as he did, panic filled his mind. "What if she's dead?" he thought as he looked down at the bloody and battered young woman. He realized his hands were bloody, and that blood had turned the front of his shirt bright crimson. He looked around for something to wipe his hands on and spotted Trish's panties lying where he'd tossed them. He picked them up, wiped his hands as best he could, then he stuffed the bloody panties into his pocket and bolted from the room.

Trish wasn't dead, although she was close to it. She lay there, a broken heap on the floor, moaning softly. For some reason, as waves of pain washed over her, she felt it was extremely important to let Mr. Morris know she'd finished her article like she promised she would. Making sure she hadn't failed him became her entire focus, and she fought to stay conscious so she could be sure the message was delivered. She heard the door open.

"My God!" a male voice said.

Trish could barely see because of the blood covering her eyes, but she thought she recognized the voice. It belonged to Mr. Barrett, the school janitor.

The shaking man knelt next to the badly beaten girl. "Who...who did this to you?" he asked. "My God!"

Trish wasn't sure she could stay awake much longer, so she tried to tell Mr. Barrett that he had to tell Mr. Morris the article was done before she told him who had hurt her. "Morris...Mr. Morris...he..." she whispered. Then, too badly hurt to continue her struggle to convey her message, she passed out.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 14



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter fourteen

The affair between Ben and Marya Archer, which began the night after Ben referred Trish to the school psychologist, continued, even though both of them tried hard to stop. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't stay away from each other. Ben was so wrapped up in Marya he had stopped seeing Tosha and Evelyn, leaving both of those women extremely unhappy. The only good thing about the affair was that nobody in school had an inkling that it was going on.

Marya stopped Ben in the school corridor when he was returning to his classroom after having lunch duty one day. "I've been thinking about you all morning," she told him.

"I've been thinking about you, too," Ben replied.

Marya shuddered a little and took a deep breath. "Would...would you mind if...if I stopped by again after...after school today?" she stammered, her face red.

"I'd like that," Ben told her.

Not a half-hour after the school day ended they were lying naked on Ben's bed, exploring each other's bodies. He was rousing Marya with his lips and hands, and at the same time, he felt her hand wrap around his cock. She stroked and squeezed the swollen shaft urgently. He groaned softly as her soft warm hands slid up and down the veined surface of his engorged, throbbing organ.

Ben's lips continued to roamed over Marya's magnificent, lush body. He kissed his way through the mat of blonde pubic hair covering her middle, and onto her pussy. Her hips went wild and her groans of delight grew louder and louder. While he ate her, Marya continued pumping his dick. He loved it!

Ben investigated her soft vaginal lips with his tongue. He slid it into her, then withdrew it and licked her clit, making her squirm and twist. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and felt her push at his head.

"In me, Ben!" Marya moaned. "That...that feels so wonderful, ...I...I want you in me!"

Ben slid atop her and felt her hand guide his cock to her pussy. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her. It felt fantastic!

"Oh, God, Ben, I need you so much!" Marya groaned. Her legs locked behind his as her middle ground against him. "I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about how good you make me feel in weeks!"

"I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, either," Ben replied. He drove into her, his excitement near fever pitch. This was every bit as exciting as what had transpired between them every time Marya visited his apartment!

It did bother Ben that he'd allowed himself to fall into an affair with a married woman again, but now, in the midst of sharing passion with Marya, all he really cared about was coming and having her come, too!

"Now, Ben! Now! Now! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!" Marya cried. Her body stiffened, then began undulating frantically. Her legs clutched Ben against her and she grabbed his arms. Her snug sleeve rippled around his invading cock and milked an orgasm from him.

"Uhhh! Take...it! Take it!" Ben groaned, grinding against her, as he sent jet after torrid jet of his molten sauce gushing into her.

When they finished, Ben rolled off Marya and lay next to her on the bed. She sighed and rolled against him. "What's wrong with me? This...what we...what I'm doing...is wrong," she whispered. "Why...why do I keep doing it? Why....why can't I stop myself?"

Ben didn't reply.

"When I got home after the last time, and was laying in bed next to Roger, I had such awful feelings of guilt," she said, and took a deep breath. "I...I thought I'd convinced myself that it would be best to stop, but..." A shudder went through her. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I...I want to stay away from you, but I...I can't do it. I try, I really do, but..."

The last thing Ben wanted was to spend the evening sharing recriminations about what they were doing. He managed to do far too much of than when he was alone. He rolled over and his lips captured her nipples, first one, then the other, sucking and nibbling them until they were hard and shiny with his saliva.

"Oh, Ben! Oh, yes!" Marya groaned as her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. "That's it! Oh, yes! Don't let me think! Just make me feel good!"

Once more her hand sought his cock, found it, and began massaging it, rubbing the sticky remnants of their joining into the throbbing shaft, sending delightful sensations rushing through him.

Ben kissed across her softly rounded belly, pausing to lick her navel, then once again his lips were moving into the mass of damp, matted hair at her middle.

Marya, groaning softly, began to squirm and twist when he began trailing his fingers lightly up and down the warm, soft skin of her inner thighs. She spread her legs to give him access to her vagina.

"Yes, Ben! Oh, yes!" she groaned, her hips rising off the bed. Then, "Yes! Ah, yes!" she wailed when his lips and tongue began exploring her sopping wet pussy.

Ben slid around, between Marya's legs, and kept licking at the soft folds of flesh, thrusting his tongue into her, lashing the swollen bud of her clit, watching her body twist and turn as rapture rocked it. He heard her moans of pleasure and continued doing what he was doing; bringing her as close to coming as he could, then backing off, stroking her, caressing her, keeping her at the brink, not letting her go over.

"Take me! Please, Ben! I need you! Please!" Marya begged. Her hands tugged at him, urging him atop her. "Don't make me come like that! Please!"

Ben slid on top of her and as he did, Marya grabbed his cock, guiding it into her. He felt ecstasy spreading though him as his shaft sank into her warmth and wetness. Her hips strained against him, sucking him deeper into her.

Holding himself above Marya on outstretched arms, Ben let his hips lunge against hers as his hunger increased. It felt so good, he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

"Take me, Ben! Take me! Now! Now!" Marya moaned. Her breasts jiggled and shook as his body slammed against her, driving his cock deep into her. "I can't wait! I need you too much! I...Ah...I can't wait! I'm coming! Ahhh! Yes!" she cried as her body went into spasms with delight.

"Yeah!" Ben groaned, once again erupting powerfully into her.

Spent, he rolled off Marya and they lay side-by-side, staring at the ceiling.

"Doesn't the fact that I'm married bother you, Ben?" Marya asked.

"I...I'd like to say it doesn't," Ben replied, "but I'd be lying if I did. I really like you, Marya and, as much as I like making love with you, I don't like the fact that what we're doing upsets you. Does it bother you a lot?"

She nodded and her eyes filled with tears. "Yes," she said softly. "It...it bothers me a lot."

Ben rolled on his side to face her and saw that her eyes were filled with tears. His mind flashed back to a time five years ago when he'd had an almost identical conversation with Nancy Dillon. The difference between then and now was that he had been very close to being in love with Nancy. He didn't really care about Marya that deeply.

Marya tried to smile, but it looked forced. "I...I like making love with you," she said. "But even thinking about you makes me crazy. This...this morning, at breakfast, I...I had such a hard time facing my husband and kids. I...I was sure they knew what I was thinking. That's why I...I've tried to stay away from you. But...but I was...I am...too weak, I guess."

"Maybe we ought to stop seeing each other, then," Ben said. If having an affair with him was going to cause Marya that much emotional pain, it wasn't worth it to him to continue their affair. He liked her a lot and didn't want to hurt her. He especially didn't want to be the cause of problems in her marriage.

Marya nodded, then looked into his eyes. "I know I have to stop," she said softly. "I've been telling myself that all day." She took a deep breath and shuddered. "But...God help me...I'm not sure I...I can. I...I was sure I'd convinced myself to stop, then...then I saw you in the hall today and..."

Ben wrapped his arm around her and Marya snuggled against him. "Look," he said, "I don't want to hurt you. Do you believe that?"

He felt Marya nod.

"Your husband doesn't know about us, does he?" he continued.

"N...no," she stammered. "I think he...he'd be beyond furious if he did. I...I think he might leave me. That...that's what makes this so frightening. I...I don't want to destroy my marriage, but that's exactly what I'm doing."

"Do you still love him?" Ben asked.

Another nod.

"I think, then," Ben said, beginning to caress her back, "that perhaps we need to stop this. What do you think?"

"I...I know that's what I should do," Marya said. "But...but I'm not sure I have the strength to do it." She looked at him. "Do...do you think you have the strength?"

Ben nodded. "It will be very hard," he said, "but I think I can. I have to, actually. I...I really like you, and I'm not going to be the one who ruins your marriage."

A real, if tentative, smile appeared on Marya's face. "You're really special, Ben," she said softly. "You know that, don't you?"

Ben shrugged and felt himself blushing. "I...I just try to do what's right," he said. "And I don't like hurting people I like. And I really like you. Even if we can't be lovers, I hope we can be friends."

Marya kissed him, then her hands started sliding over him. "Do you intend to stop right now?" she whispered.

"Ah...well, no, I guess not," Ben replied. He slid his hand down her back and cupped one of her firm, nicely-formed buttocks.

Marya groaned, pressed her pelvis against him, and kissed him again. "God!" she murmured after the kiss ended, "I don't know how you do it, but you have the ability to make me horny all the time!" She teased his nipples with her fingers, making them hard, sending little shocks of delight through Ben's body.

Ben could feel his cock begin to awaken once more. If he made her horny all the time, she certainly reciprocated. Marya began kissing his chest, and nipples, shooting exquisite sensations into him. He decided to lay still and enjoy what Marya was doing to him. From one of his nipples to the other her lips moved, trailing heat and wetness back and forth across his chest, making him tremble. He loved it.

While Marya's lips worked on Ben's chest, her hand slid over his body, across his belly, into the forest of curly, damp hair at his groin, and her fingers wrapped around his erecting cock, sending more wonderful sensations rocketing through him. His cock got stiffer and twitched in her hand.

"It's so big!" Ben heard Marya whisper as she stroked his swollen shaft. Then her lips were moving down his body, following the trail her hands had blazed, building delight on top of delight.

"Ahh!" Ben groaned. His hips strained upward involuntarily when warmth and wetness engulfed the tip of his swollen wand. He looked down. Marya was sucking his cock!

She lifted her mouth from him, looked up at him, and smiled. "I hope you don't mind," she murmured. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

"I don't mind! You...are making me...feel...good!" he gasped. "Are you ever!"

Marya grinned, then she lowered her head and a substantial part of his cock disappeared into her mouth. The feelings Ben experienced were fantastic! She gently massaged his balls and wonderful turmoil built in his center.

It didn't take long for Marya to rouse him to the brink of explosion. He could no longer lie still; his hips moved insistently while her mouth continued to do incredible things to him.

"Oh, God, Marya! I'm gonna come if you keep that up!" Ben groaned during one of the few periods of clear thought she allowed him.

"Well," he heard her reply through the blood pounding in his ears, "we can't have that, can we?"

Without warning, his cock waving in the air, cooling. Ben felt her legs move across him, then a different sensation of wetness and heat enveloped his throbbing rod as Marya sank onto it, a look of bliss forming on her face. After she had him hilted in her, he leaned forward. That left her large, stiff-nippled breasts suspended just above his face. He raised his head, grabbed the jellied orbs and began nibbling her turgid nipples gently.

Marya continued to raise and lower her hips, letting his cock slide in and out of her snug love cave. "Yes! Oh, yes, Ben!" she hissed as her hips worked and he mauled her dangling breasts with his lips and tongue. "Suck them! Oh, Ben, yes! Suck them!" She pounded down on him, twisting and turning her body, making him lash around inside her. "Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes! Oh...Yes!" she chanted, her exclamations of joy keeping tempo with her bouncing hips.

Ben would have echoed her cries, but his mouth was full of nipple and breast. He felt her stiffen, and as she pressed her groin against his, he felt tremors begin to wrack her.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Marya wailed. Her fingers dug into Ben's arms and her body started to spasm uncontrollably. "Yes! Yes! Take...me! Please! Please! Ohhhh!"

"Uhhhh!" Ben groaned, his hips driving upward, as he hosed her insides with an eruption of molten cream.

Her need sated, Marya lay atop Ben, with his arms wrapped around her. After a while, she raised her head, looked down into his eyes, then she kissed him. "How can you always make me feel so good?" she whispered. "How can what we do feel this wonderful when it's so wrong?"

Ben shrugged. "Maybe it feels so good because it's wrong," he suggested.

Marya grinned. "You know, you just might have something there," she said. She looked down at him a long time, her eyes reflecting the turmoil in her mind. Then she took a deep breath and let it out. "I...I want to stop...I...I really do, but...but I can't do it alone. Are...are you really willing to help me?"

"Yes, I am, if that's what you want," Ben told her.

She nodded. "Yes," she told him, "it is what I want." She rolled off him and they in each other's arms for a while longer. Then she kissed him, slipped out of his arms, and stood up. "I really do have to get going," she said.

Ben got up, too, slipped on his robe, and walked her to the door.

Marya kissed him tenderly and stroked his face with her hand. "You...you will help me, won't you?"

"Yes," he replied. "I will. Today we stop being lovers, and nobody will ever learn from me that we were."

"Th...thank you," she said. "I...I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"You bet," Ben said.

Marya kissed him softly once more, then went out the door. 



Ben & Nancy Ch. 15



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

"Mr. Barrett, could you tell me again exactly what the young woman said before she passed out?" a handsome, well-built young man wearing a dark blue sweatshirt with SHERIFF in white letters across the front asked the Jamestown High School janitor. He was Lt. Tim Jackman, head of the James County Sheriff's Department's detective division. He was heading up the investigation into the assault on Trish Wilkins because the school was located just outside Jamestown's city limits, in an area protected by the Sheriff's department.

"I asked her who did this to her, like I told you," the janitor, who was still pale and quaking, replied. "She...she said, "'Morris...Mr. Morris, he...' Them were her exact words. I...I ain't never, ever gonna forget them." He shook his head.

Trish had been treated by paramedics and was on her way to the Jamestown Trauma Center. Before they left the medics told Tim chances of the girl recovering didn't look good. They also indicated that, from the way her clothes were torn and her legs were bruised, she had probably been raped.

"And Mr. Morris is?" Tim asked the janitor.

"He...he's one of the teachers, a young one," the man replied. "He...he went to school here. He just came back this year after he graduated from teacher's college upstate. He...he's a really nice man. The kids like him. I...I can't believe he did something like this."

An older, bulkier man, wearing a tan sweatshirt and faded jeans, walked down the hall. "What have we got, Tim?" Sheriff Alex Martin asked. Unlike the previous sheriff of James County, Alex wasn't office-bound. He tried to get out in the field as often as he could, even though he had total faith in his deputies, and especially Tim Jackman who, despite his relative youth, was one of the best investigators he'd ever worked with.

"Looks like rape and attempted murder," Tim told his boss. "Victim's name is Trish Wilkins. She's in the eighth grade. Guy who did it beat her bad, really bad. I've never seen anything like it. Mike Loomis was the first officer here and he still looked sick after I got here."

Alex knew the beating had to be horrible if Sergeant Mike Loomis, a twenty-year veteran of the department, who had seen just about every bad thing one human could do to another, was upset. "How's the victim doing?" he asked.

Tim frowned and shook his head. "Paramedics said it didn't look good," he replied. "She was still alive when they left with her, but she had severe head injuries and probably internal injuries, too. Lost a lot of blood, too, judging from the mess in there." He jerked his head in the direction of the door into the school newspaper office.

"You have any idea who might be the doer?" Alex asked.

Tim nodded. "Maybe we got lucky," he said. "The janitor, that pale guy down the hall there, he found the victim. He said she was still conscious when he did. He claims he asked her who did it and she told him it was Mr. Morris."

"Any idea who this Mr. Morris is?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I do," Tim replied. "He's a teacher here in school. New guy, just got out of college."

"There any physical evidence to tie this Morris guy to the victim?" Alex asked.

"The forensic guys are going over the office right now," Tim replied. "If there's anything there, they'll find it. We have a ton of blood in there. Maybe we'll get lucky and our doer got cut up, too."

"What about the rape kit?" Alex asked.

"Paramedics said they'd be sure the hospital does one as soon as they can," Tim replied. "They were pretty sure she'd been raped. I sent Marilyn Dewars over to the hospital. "Maybe the victim will come around again and she'll be able to confirm the ID the janitor got."

Sergeant Marilyn Dewars, the sheriff's department's sex crimes specialist, would make sure the statement was obtained, if that was possible.

Alex shook his head. "This sounds good," he said, "but it doesn't feel right. This Morris guy has to be pretty damn stupid if he thought he could rape one of his students here in the school, then beat her to death and get away with it."

"Come on, boss," Tim said, "You know as well as I do that one of the prerequisites for being a criminal is being stupid. And I don't remember seeing a whole lot of rape cases where the doer used his head."

"Maybe," Alex said. "What else do you know about this Morris guy?"

"He grew up here in Jamestown," Tim replied. "And he went to school here at Jamestown High. Went off to teacher's college someplace upstate, came back and got a job here after he graduated college."

"If he's a local boy," Alex said, "We should be able to get some background on him."

"I have a couple of my men working on that," Tim said. "They should have something for us before the day's over."

"Good," Alex said.

A tall, slim, balding man wearing glasses, a sport coat, T-shirt, and slacks, appeared in the hallway. He spoke to one of the uniformed deputies, then started down the hallway toward Tim and Alex. "Sheriff, I'm Amos Eagleton, the principal," he said, his voice deep and sonorous. "What happened here?"

Tim briefed the man on what had happened. "How...how is Latricia...Trish, doing?" the principal asked. "Will...will she be all right?"

"We're not sure yet," Tim replied. "She was alive when she left here, but the paramedics told me it didn't look promising."

"Oh, God!" the principal whispered.

"Mr. Eagleton," Tim said, "What can you tell me about Mr. Morris?"

A stunned look appeared on the principal's face. "Ben? Why...why are you asking me about him?" he stammered. "He's one of our new teachers, a fine young man, one of the most gifted educators I've seen in a while. He...he seems to have developed excellent rapport with the kids. Why do you want to know about him?"

"The victim told your janitor Morris was the one who did this to her," Tim replied.

"Oh, God, no!" the principal gasped. "That...that can't be true!"

"It is true, I'm afraid, Mr. Eagleton," Alex said. "What can you tell us about Mr. Morris?"

The principal shrugged. "I...I don't know much about his personal life," he replied. "I...I think, at least for a while, he was dating a couple of other teachers. I did hear that he was seeing both Evelyn Thomas and Tosha Brown."

"So he's not married?" Tim Jackman asked.

The principal shook his head. "Goodness, no," he replied. "He...he's just out of college."

"Where do these women live, Mr. Eagleton?" Alex asked.

"Why here in Jamestown," the principal replied. "I...I can get you their addresses from our personnel files, if you want them."

"That would be great, Mr. Eagleton," the sheriff said. "Tim, why don't you go with him and get the addresses?"

"OK, Alex," Tim said.

"After you get them, see if Jamestown P.D. can send a couple of detectives to interview the women," Alex said. "You come back up here. You and I are taking a little ride."

"Where to?" Tim asked.

"I think we should pick up Mr. Morris and see what he can tell us," the sheriff replied.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 16



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben was wakened by early the next morning someone pounding on his apartment door. He had a lot of papers to read and some tests to correct, and had to do all of it after Marya left, so it was late before he finished what he had to do and got to bed. Bleary-eyed, he looked at his clock. When he finally managed to get his eyes to focus, he saw that it was five a.m.

"Who the hell is that at this hour?" he muttered as he got out of bed, slipped on his bathrobe, and stumbled to his front door.

He opened the door and found two men, wearing sweatshirts, jeans, and dark jackets standing there. White letters across the sweatshirt of one man said, "SHERIFF." One of the men held up something. He peered at it and, as his eyes focused, he realized it was a leather case holding a shiny gold star.

"Sheriff's department," the man said. "I'm Sheriff Martin, this is Lt. Jackman. Are you Benjamin Morris?"

"Ah...yes...yes I am," Ben replied. He was still half-asleep, but was waking up fast. "What...what is this all about?"

"May we come in, Mr. Morris?" the second man asked. "We have some questions we need to ask you."

"Ah...sure, come on in," Ben said. He walked into the living room and sat down on his sofa. Why were the police here at this hour? What was wrong?

The man who'd identified himself as Sheriff Martin sat down on Ben's recliner. The other man moved next to the sofa and stood there, looking down at Ben with undisguised anger and contempt in his eyes. Ben had no idea what he'd done to make this man, who he didn't know, angry with him.

"Mr. Morris, before we ask you any questions, I think it's best if I advise you of your rights," the sheriff said. He read the Miranda warning from a card he took from his pocket. "Do you understand these rights as I've explained them, Mr. Morris?" the sheriff asked when he finished.

A knot of fear tightened in Ben's belly. "Yes...of...of course I do," he said. What did they think he'd done? What was this all about?

"Would you like to have an attorney present, Mr. Morris?" the sheriff asked.

Ben shook his head. Why did he need a lawyer? He hadn't done anything. "No, of course not," he replied. He was fully awake now. "I haven't done anything, why would I need an attorney?" He didn't understand why the man standing next to him gave a derisive snort when he said that.

"Mr. Morris, do you know a young woman named Latricia Wilkins?" the sheriff asked.

"I..." Ben stammered. At first he didn't recognize the name, then he realized they were talking about Trish. "Yes, she's one of my students. She also works on the school newspaper. I...I'm the advisor for the paper."

"When was the last time you saw her?" the sheriff continued.

"Yesterday," Ben said. He was growing more and more confused, and scared, by the second. Why were the police there this early in the morning, asking him about Trish? "I have her in one class, and she was in the newspaper office later, working on an article." He looked from the sheriff to the other man. "What is this all about? Did something happen to Trish?"

"Why don't you tell us?" the man standing next to him, Lt. Jackman, said. His voice was low and threatening.

Ben shrank back away from the man and looked at the sheriff. "What is this all about?" he asked. "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Morris, what time did you leave school yesterday?" the sheriff asked.

"I...I left right after close of school," Ben said. "I...I..." He started to tell them that he'd met Marya here at his house and that they had spent the evening together, but he decided against doing that. There wasn't any point in causing Marya trouble by implicating her in whatever it was the police were here about. After all, he hadn't done anything, why should he mess up Marya's life over a misunderstanding? He was sure this was a mistake and would be cleared up quickly. And he had promised Marya he would never tell anyone about them.

"You what, Mr. Morris?" the sheriff asked.

"I...I came home and spent the evening correcting papers," Ben said. "I...I had some tests to correct and some essays to read. Actually, I was up quite late doing that."

"Is there anyone who can verify that?" the sheriff continued.

"Ah...no...no, I was here alone, all by myself," Ben replied. "What is this all about?"

"Latricia Wilkins was raped and beaten almost to death in the newspaper office at school last night," the sheriff said.

Shock caused Ben's insides to turn cold. "Oh my God! Is...is she all right?" he asked.

"She's in the hospital, in a coma, in critical condition," Tim said.

"Will...will she be all right?" Ben asked.

"They told us there's less than a a fifty-fifty chance she'll survive," the sheriff said.

Then, suddenly, realization of why the officers were there swept through Ben's brain. "You...you think I did it, don't you?" he stammered. "You believe I did that horrible thing to Trish."

"I think you better come with us, Mr. Morris," the sheriff said. "We need to talk some more and I think it's best if we do that at the Sheriff's office."

"Can...can I get dressed, first?" Ben asked. "I...I'd rather not go down there in my robe."

"I don't see why not," the sheriff said. "But Lt. Jackman will have to go with you while you get changed."

"OK," Ben said. He got up and, with the scowling officer following him, went into his bedroom and slipped into his sweat suit and sneakers. Once he was dressed, he went back out to the living room where the sheriff was waiting.

"Mr. Morris," the sheriff said, "Will you give me permission to have my crime scene specialists search your apartment and car?"

"Of...of course," Ben replied. "I...I have nothing to hide."

"Would you please sign this form stating you gave us permission for a search?" the sheriff asked. He handed Ben a clipboard and pen.

His hands trembling, Ben signed the document and handed it back to the sheriff.

"Thank you, Mr. Morris," the sheriff said. "Now, if you don't mind, would you please turn around and interlace your fingers on top of your head?"

"Why?" Ben asked.

"Just do what the sheriff says, asshole!" Tim barked.

"Please, Mr. Morris, it's just a formality," the sheriff said. "Our insurance carrier insists that all prisoners we transport be in restraints."

"Does that mean...am...am I under arrest?" Ben asked. His legs were trembling so hard he feared he'd fall.

"Yes, I'm afraid you are, Mr. Morris," the sheriff said. "Now, would you please put your hands on your head?"

Ben did as he was told.

Tim, showing no kindness, snapped handcuffs on the man's left wrist, then he pulled it down and jammed it up into the middle of the teacher's back. He pulled Ben's other arm down, and fastened the other handcuff on that wrist. "Let's go," he said, shoving Ben toward the door.

When Ben emerged from his apartment, he was stunned to see four police cars, and a van with police markings, parked in front of the building.

A crowd had formed and people stared at him as the sheriff and his deputy led him to an unmarked car and put him in the back seat. The two officers got in the front seat, started the car, and Ben looked out helplessly as the car started down the street.

When they reached the sheriff's office, Ben was ushered into a room that held only a plain metal table a few chairs, and had a steel bench along the wall. A pipe was fastened to the wall above the bench.

"Have a seat," Tim said.

Ben sat down and Tim unlocked one handcuff, removed it from his wrist, and clicked it over the pipe.

Tim stood up and looked at the man chained to the bench. He'd seen the victim, knew how much damage had been done to her, and was as angry as he'd ever been in his life. This guy was going to do serious jail time! "Make yourself comfortable," he said sarcastically. "We'll be in to talk with you in a while."

Ben had never been more scared, or uncomfortable, in his life. "This has to be a bad dream," he told himself. "Any minute now, I'll wake up."

After he had spent what felt like hours staring at the room's bare pale green cement block wall, the door opened. The sheriff and a rather severe-looking woman in a brown business suit who had a manila envelope in her hand, entered the room. Ben found that he felt relieved to have company, even if it was the officers who'd put him here in the first place. Now, maybe, he'd be able to get this straightened out.

"This is Sergeant Marilyn Dewars, Mr. Morris," the sheriff said. "She heads up our sex crimes unit. We have more questions to ask you."

The woman laid the manila envelope on the table, then she and the sheriff sat down.

"Mr. Morris," Sgt. Dewars asked, "I know I'm probably asking you some of the same questions the sheriff asked you, but would you mind telling me again what time you left school yesterday?"

"I...I told the...the sheriff," Ben replied. "I...I left shortly after close of school."

"Did you see or talk to anyone while you were on your way out, or did anyone see you?" the sergeant continued. "Is there someone you know of who could confirm the time you left school?"

"I...I have no idea," Ben replied. "I...I saw some people as I was leaving, but it I'm not sure exactly who, or if they saw me."

"And you drove straight home?" she asked.

"Yes, of course," Ben said.

"What route do you take?" the sheriff asked.

Ben told him the route he normally used to go to and from school. "I...I go that way every day. It's the shortest route," he babbled, unable to keep quiet.

"Did you see anyone, or did anyone see you when you got home?" Sgt. Dewars asked. "Did you happen to talk to any of your neighbors, or anyone else?"

"I didn't talk to anyone," Ben said. "I suppose somebody could have seen me arriving home. I didn't notice anyone when I got home, at least not that I can remember."

"And you spent the night at home, alone, correcting papers, is that correct?" the sergeant inquired.

"Yes," Ben said. "Like I told the sheriff, I had a lot of work to get finished and..."

"Are you sure about that, Mr. Morris?" the female detective asked, her face hardening. "Are you sure what you've told us so far is what you did?"

"Of course I am!" Ben said. "I did exactly what I told you. I left school shortly after closing, went home, and corrected papers."

Sergeant Dewars turned around, picked up the manila envelope, and dumped the contents on the table.

Ben stared at what lay on the table, his heart pounding. It was a pair of torn women's panties. Marya's panties. He'd ripped them off her when they started making love the night before. They had both had forgotten about them.

"Well, Mr. Morris?" Sgt. Dewars said. "You're a bachelor, you live alone, and you say you were home alone all last night."

"The thing is, Mr. Morris..." the sheriff said, picking up where his deputy left off, "...those panties show signs of being, ah, occupied fairly recently. If you're planning to tell us they've been lying under your bed for months, don't. We know better, and we can prove it."

Ben continued to stare at the pile of torn white cloth on the table. All he had to do was tell them who the panties belonged to and he'd be off the hook. But he was innocent, and if he told them about Marya, her affair with him would be exposed, which could put her marriage in jeopardy. When Trish got better, she'd tell them he wasn't the one who did it, and he'd be off the hook.

"Mr. Morris, I'm waiting for your answer," Sgt. Dewars said, her voice growing impatient.

"I...I guess one...one of my lady friends must have...forgotten them," Ben stammered. "I..."

"Mr. Morris, why don't you listen to what the sheriff is saying and stop lying to us?" Sgt. Dewars said. "We know those panties were on somebody yesterday. Our lab can prove that."

"Mr. Morris, let me tell you what we have on you," the sheriff said, all traces of politeness gone from his voice. "We have a victim who may or may not live because she was raped and beaten nearly to death. A girl whose panties are missing. We have a guy who can't account for his whereabouts during the time that vicious attack happened. A guy who just happens to have a pair of torn women's panties stashed under his bed and who is lying through his teeth about how they got there and probably a whole lot more."

The sheriff paused to let what he'd told Ben sink in. "Oh, yes, there is one more thing, Mr. Morris," he said. "We have a witness who heard the victim identify the person who raped and beat her."

"You...you do?" Ben choked. It couldn't be, Trish wouldn't have done that to him!

"Before she lost consciousness because she'd been beaten so badly her parents couldn't recognize her..." Sgt. Dewars said, "...the victim told the school janitor that you were the person who did it to her."

Ben felt as if he was going to faint. That couldn't be true! Why would Trish say that about him?

"Now, Mr. Morris," Sgt. Dewars said, "is there anything you'd like to say?"

"I...I want a lawyer," Ben said. "I...I need a lawyer." 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 17



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Nancy was making breakfast when her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks, burst into the kitchen. "Mom! You...you aren't going to...to believe what I...I just...just heard on...on the...radio!" Dawn sobbed.

Nancy asked gathered her sobbing daughter into her arms. "What is it, Honey?" she asked. "What did you hear that has you so upset?"

"They...they...they said...a...a girl...was...was beaten and raped at school...yesterday..." Dawn sobbed.

"My God!" Nancy whispered. "Did they say who it was? Did they catch the person who did it?"

"N-no...they...they didn't..." Dawn sobbed. "They...they said it...it happened...in...in the school newspaper office, though. Mom, Trish was going to the newspaper office when I saw her yesterday!"

"Oh, Honey," Nancy said as tears filled her eyes, too. "Honey, why don't you sit down over there. I'll call Heidi Jackman and see if she knows anything she can tell us."

Heidi Jackman, the school nurse at Jamestown High, was a close friend of Nancy's. And she happened to be married to a detective who worked for the sheriff. If anyone would know what was going on, Heidi would.

"Heidi, I know I'm imposing on you," Nancy said when her friend answered the phone, "You can tell me to hang up and I will. But Dawn's really upset. She heard the news report about what happened at school and she's really worried that the victim might be Trish Wilkins. They're best friends."

"I probably shouldn't tell you," Heidi replied, "but we've been friends a long time, and I know how close Trish and Dawn were. It was Trish. She was raped and beaten severely."

"Oh, God!" Nancy exclaimed, "I can't believe something like this could happen here in Jamestown. Do...do they have any idea who did it?"

"They do," Heidi said. "It will probably be in this afternoon's paper, so I'm not giving anything away. Tim and the sheriff arrested a male teacher from the high school this morning."

As far as Nancy was concerned, this was getting worse and worse. She knew most of the teachers at the high school and couldn't imagine any of them being depraved enough to do what had been done to Trish. "Who, for God's sake?" she asked.

"Tim said he's a new teacher, but he graduated from Jamestown High about five years ago," Heidi replied. "His name is Morris, Ben Morris."

"No!" Nancy exclaimed. "It...it can't be him! They have to be wrong!" She didn't know how she knew it, but she knew Ben didn't do this horrible thing, no matter what the police thought.

"Nancy," Heidi said, "Tim was just here. He's sure this Morris guy did it. They found a pair of women's panties under his bed."

"So, what kind of evidence is that?" Nancy retorted. "He's a single man. I bet if you checked under the beds of half the single men in town, you'd find women's panties. You'd probably find them under some of the married men's beds, too."

"Nancy, how well do you know this guy?" Heidi asked. "It sounds like you know him pretty well, or at least have some pretty strong feelings about him."

"Dawn has him for English comp," Nancy replied. "He's made a big difference in her life. She thinks he's the best teacher she ever had, and I'd be tempted to agree with her, judging in the change in her I've seen since he took over that class. And...years ago, when he was a kid, Ben used to do some chores around the house when we needed help."

"Wow," Heidi said. "That's going to make this really tough on Dawn, isn't it? I mean, her best friend is in a coma in the hospital, and the teacher she most admires is accused of putting her friend there. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I...I don't know," Nancy said. "Are...are those panties the only evidence the police have?"

"Nancy," Heidi said, her voice low, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I think it might help you accept reality. The girl wasn't unconscious when she was found. And she told the man who found her, the school janitor, that Mr. Morris was the one who'd done it. He lied when they were questioning him, too, then he stopped talking and asked for a lawyer."

"Oh," Nancy said. "I see. Well, thanks for telling me all this, Heidi. I promise it will stay between you and me. I...I've got to go and see how Dawn's doing."

"No! It isn't true! It can't be true! Mr. Morris wouldn't do something like that!" Dawn cried when her mother told her what she'd learned from Heidi. "I don't care what the police say, Mr. Morris didn't do it."

"I know he didn't, Honey," Nancy said. She was surprised there wasn't even a trace of doubt in her mind about Ben's innocence. She knew, as sure as she was sitting on her daughter's bed with Dawn sobbing in her arms, that Ben Morris hadn't done what he was accused of doing.

"I wonder if Ben has a lawyer yet," Nancy mused while her daughter continued to sob. Ever the businesswoman, she continued to think about what would have to happen. "I wonder if there's any way to check. If he hasn't, I wonder if Will Rosenberg is available."

Will Rosenberg, who had the well-earned reputation of being the most skillful criminal lawyer in James County, was one of Nancy's husband's college classmates. Will and George had remained close through the years, and Will was one of the pall bearers at George's funeral. She decided to give him a call and see if he'd take Ben's case. She hoped Ben wouldn't be angry with her for interfering in his life.

"Nancy, how are you doing?" Will asked once Nancy had gotten past his secretary. "Marcie tells me you have an emergency? Is something wrong with Dawn or the boys?"

"No, Will, that's not it at all," Nancy said. "The boys are fine and, except for being upset, Dawn's fine, too. I suppose you've heard what happened at the high school yesterday?"

"Yes, I did," Will replied. "And I understand the police have a man in custody, who was identified by the victim."

"His name's Ben Morris, and he's a friend of ours," Nancy said. "And I know he's innocent. I'd like you to represent him."

"Wait a minute!" Will said. "I'm not sure I understand this. How do you know this man?"

"He used to do odd jobs for us when he was a kid," Nancy explained. "And Dawn is in the class he teaches."

"And you know he's innocent, right?" Will said. "I'm not even going to ask you how you know that."

"If you did ask, I wouldn't tell you," Nancy said. A plan had already begun forming in her mind. It was an audacious plan, one she'd only resort to if nothing else worked, but she was determined to do whatever was necessary to get Ben off the hook.

"This probably sounds callous," Will said, "but there is a little matter of money. I do not come cheap, my dear. And I understand that the young man who is in custody is a teacher. I'm not sure he can afford my services."

"I don't know whether Ben can afford you or not, but I can," Nancy said. "Between my salary and my income from the trust fund you helped me set up with George's estate, money won't be a problem. Ben deserves the best lawyer he can get, and as far as I know, that's you."

"Thank you for your confidence, my dear." Will said. "I'm not sure I understand any of this, but I'll head over to the sheriff's office right now and see what I can do."

"Thanks, Will," Nancy said. She started to feel a little better. She got up and went back to Dawn's bedroom to tell her daughter what she'd done.

"Uncle Will's going to represent Mr. Morris?" Dawn asked, sniffling a little.

"Yes," Nancy said. "I think your favorite teacher deserves the best lawyer we can get, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Dawn said, a faint smile appearing on her face. "And Uncle Will is good, isn't he?"

"He's the best," Nancy said.

"Mom?" Dawn sniffled.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"Do...do you think we could go over to the hospital and see how Trish is?" her daughter asked.

"Go take a bath and get dressed," Nancy said. "I will, too, then we can go to the hospital."

Dawn kissed her. "Thanks, Mom," she said. "I love you."

"I...I love you, too, honey," Nancy said. 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 18



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Tim walked into Alex's office. "I got the reports from Jamestown P.D. on their interviews with the two women the principal told us Morris was dating," he said.

"They amount to anything?" Alex asked.

Tim frowned and shook his head. "The stories both women tell are pretty much the same," he said. "Both of them saw Morris a few times, then he stopped calling. They figured he'd found someone else."

"Either of them have any idea who he dumped them for?" Alex asked.

"Nope," Tim said. "Both of them said they tried to find out, too, but for some reason the usual school gossip mill missed this particular story. I called Heidi, just to see if she'd heard something, but she said nobody knows who Morris has been seeing, even though a lot of people have been wondering."

"What do you think that means?" Alex asked.

"It could mean Morris has been seeing the victim and keeping it quiet," Tim said.

"If that's true, why would he rape her and try to kill her?" Alex asked.

"Maybe they had some kind of fight," Tim said. "I mean, we are looking at a crime of rage, here, judging from the way the victim was beaten. Maybe she said something that set Morris off. Like maybe she told him she was going to go public about what they were doing."

"Tim, I understand you're upset about what happened to that girl," Alex said. "But I'm not so sure Morris did this."

"How can you say that?" Tim asked. "Jesus, boss, we have a lot of evidence and..."

"The forensic people didn't find a single item of clothing with blood on it, or any bloodstains in Morris's apartment," Alex said.

"Yeah, but the did find the panties," Tim said, "and the girl's panties are missing."

"Are you sure the panties we found belong to the victim?" Alex asked.

"We haven't been able to confirm that, yet," Tim said. "She's still in a coma."

"Tim, you've been married too long, you're not thinking," Alex said, grinning. "Can't you come up with a creative way of figuring out whether the panties fit the victim or not?"

Tim felt a little silly. He had no idea what Alex was getting at. "How the heck am I supposed to do that?" he asked.

Alex shrugged. "The tag's still in the panties we have," he said. "Get the size, then ask a woman, maybe one of the nurses taking care of the girl, if she thinks the victim wears that size panties."

"I...ah...I suppose I could do that," Tim replied, blushing.

Just then, Sergeant Dewars walked in. She saw Tim's red face and grinned. "What the hell did you tell the kid?" she asked.

"We've been discussing women's panties," Alex replied.

"Oh," the sergeant said. "I think I may have stumbled onto something over at the high school."

"What?" Tim asked.

"Well, I was interviewing everyone I could," Sgt. Dewars said, "One of them happened to be a woman named Marya Thompson."

"The psychologist," Tim said.

"Thought you'd know her," the sergeant said, smiling.

Tim's face turned red again.

The sergeant looked at the sheriff and grinned. "Woman's blonde, gorgeous, and dresses real sexy," she said.

"Ah-hah!" Alex said, chuckling.

"Anyhow," Sgt. Dewars went on, "she told me something we didn't know. Seems that Morris came to her a couple of months ago and told her the victim had met him alone in the newspaper office and propositioned him."

"Did he take her up on it?" Tim asked.

"The Thompson woman said she didn't think he did," the sergeant continued. "She said he asked her to follow up with the girl."

"Did she?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, she's been seeing her regularly ever since," Sgt. Dewars said. "Says she's been making good progress."

"This Morris guy ever come up in their sessions?" Alex asked.

Sgt. Dewars nodded. "Yeah," she said. "The shrink said the girl did talk about Morris, but that the content of what she said changed."

"What does that mean?" Tim asked.

"The girl had a wicked crush on Morris early on," Sgt. Dewars said, "but the shrink says therapy helped the girl see that she was confusing sex and affection, and that she admired Mr. Morris and liked him, and that she didn't have to have sex with him to show that."

"So we have our suspect saying the victim propositioned him a few months ago," Tim said. "He responded by sending her to a shrink, who seems to be fixing her by helping her learn that liking someone and having sex with him aren't necessarily one and the same. Is that about it?"

"Pretty much," Sgt. Dewars said. "One more thing," she added. "The shrink acted nervous, real nervous."

"You think she's lying?" Tim asked.

Sgt. Dewars shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It sounded to me like she was being straight with me, but there was something going on I couldn't put my finger on."

"Maybe she's making up this story to help Morris," Tim said.

"Why would she do that?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, why?" Sgt. Dewars asked.

"Jesus, I don't know," Tim said. "It was just a thought."

"Good work, Marilyn," Alex said. "Why don't you go back and interview this Thompson woman again? Tim, you go see if those panties fit, OK?"

"Yeah, OK, boss," Tim said.

After his subordinates left, Alex leaned back in his chair. He still didn't feel right about the case. They had some solid evidence against Morris, but it wasn't nearly enough. If the panties proved to be the girl's, that would add to it, but if they weren't, the case was paper-thin. If the girl came out of the coma and confirmed her ID of Morris as her attacker, the case was a lock. But if she died, or if she came out of the coma and ID'd someone else... He leaned forward, stood up, and headed for the door. Maybe he should go to the high school and sit in when Marilyn interviewed the Thompson woman a second time.

Tim Jackman decided he really didn't want to ask one of the nurses at the hospital whether the panties they found in Ben Morris' apartment might fit Trish Wilkins. He knew another nurse he could ask, one who knew the victim well, and asking her wouldn't be embarrassing.

Heidi Jackman smiled at her husband, Tim, when he walked into her office at Jamestown High School, carrying a manila envelope. "Hi, sweetheart," she said. "What do I owe this wonderful surprise to?" Heidi, who was quite a few years older than her husband, was a very attractive woman. She had brown hair she wore cut short, in a kind of pixy style. Her lithe body was in fine shape, something her husband showed his appreciation for almost nightly.

"I, ah, need your help with something," Tim said. He handed the manila envelope to his wife.

Heidi looked inside the envelope, then dumped the contents on her desk. She gave Tim a puzzled look when she saw what was inside. "These look used, so I'm assuming they're not a gift, is that right?" she asked.

Tim nodded.

"Then exactly why are they lying on my desk?" Heidi asked.

"Well...we...we found them when we did the search of Morris's apartment," he replied. "And, well, the victim's panties were missing, and these were...ah...they were...um...fresh, so we figured..."

"Oh," Heidi said. She turned around, opened her desk drawer and took out some rubber gloves and put them on, then she picked up the panties and found the tag. She held them up and began giggling.

Tim had no idea why his wife was acting like this. What was so humorous about the panties? "What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh, Tim," Heidi giggled. She saw the look on her husband's face, a combination of hurt and puzzlement, but couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing.

Tim had no idea why his wife found the panties so hilarious, but he couldn't help smiling as he watched her uproarious laughter. "All right, all right," he said, chuckling a little himself. "You going to tell me what's so funny?"

"Oh, Tim..." Heidi giggled, desperately trying to get herself under control. She dangled the panties from her hand. "Trish...she...you...you could get two of her in these and still have room left over."

"You mean they're too big?" Tim asked.

Heidi, who had managed to get herself under control, nodded. "These are a size seven," she said. "That's a larger size than I wear."

"Oh?" her husband said. His face got even redder.

Heidi giggled. "But not the same style," his wife added. "Of course you already know that, don't you?"

Tim smiled. "Yeah, I sure do," he said.

"Tim, you don't really think Ben Morris hurt Trish, do you?" Heidi asked, suddenly very serious.

Her husband shrugged. "I'm beginning to wonder," he admitted.

"Tim, I knew Ben when he was a student here," his wife told him. "He's a good boy, from a good family. And from what I've heard from the kids since he took over the Mrs. Wallingford's class, he's an excellent teacher. Nancy Dillon told me the same thing."

"Dammit, hon," Tim said, "if he didn't do it, why did the girl tell the janitor he did?"

"I don't know," Heidi said. "Let's just hope she comes out of the coma so you can ask her." 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 19



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Ben was still sitting in the interview room, manacled to the wall, when a police officer with sergeant's stripes on his uniform sleeves walked in. "Your lawyer's here," he said.

"My...my lawyer?" Ben said. He had been trying to figure out who to call and wasn't doing very well. Other than the old lawyer who used to do legal work for his parents, he didn't know any lawyers. Where had this one come from?

"Didn't you say you wanted a lawyer?" the sergeant asked.

"Ah...yeah," Ben said. "I-I did."

"Well, there's one here who says he represents you," the officer responded. "Will Rosenberg. You sure got a good one. He's the best we got around here. You want to talk to him?"

"Of...of course I do," Ben said.

"OK, counselor, come on in," the sergeant said.

A bulky, bearded man wearing wire-rimmed glasses and an expensive-looking dark blue suit and carrying a brown leather attaché case brushed past the sergeant, into the holding room. "Thank you for your help, sergeant," he said. "You may leave now, and please, make sure you turn off whatever listening and viewing devices you may have been using to observe my client while you've kept him confined here. I'd hate to have you forget to do that and wind up having to sue the sheriff's department for violating my client's civil rights. It's bad enough you've already arrested him without cause."

The sergeant frowned, seemed to be about to say something, then didn't. "Yeah, OK," he muttered and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Mr. Morris?" the lawyer said, moving toward Ben, extending his hand.

"Yes," Ben said, sticking out his left hand, the one not attached to the wall. "Who...who are you and who sent you?"

"My name is Will Rosenberg," the lawyer said, taking a seat on the bench next to Ben. "I am an attorney specializing in criminal defense, and I was asked to come over here by my dear friend, Nancy Dillon. She seems to believe in your innocence. Depending on how our interview goes, I may decide to represent you in this matter."

Ben was shocked by what the attorney had just told him. "Nan...Nancy...ah...Mrs. Dillon, she...she hired you to represent me?" he stammered. "How...how did she know I was here?"

"This case is the biggest news to hit Jamestown in years," Will said. "And, right now, you are the most notorious person in our fair city. If I decide to represent you, it will be my task to make sure you don't go to jail."

"I...I didn't do it," Ben said. "I really didn't."

Will made a gesture of dismissal with his hand. "Believe it or not, whether or not you committed the crime you're charged with isn't really the issue," he told Ben. "I don't need to know whether you're guilty or not."

"It...it isn't?" Ben asked. "You...you don't?"

Will shook his head. "There are two issues in a criminal trial, my boy," he said. "One is whether or not the police can provide the prosecuting attorney with enough evidence to convince a jury beyond a reasonable doubt that you did it..." He paused. "...the second is whether or not I can convince one juror that there is a reasonable doubt that you didn't. It doesn't really matter whether you did it or not."

"Oh," Ben said.

"I take it you spoke to the police before I got here," Will said.

Ben nodded. "I...I did," he said. "I couldn't believe this was happening, so I didn't think I needed to worry."

"It's a common mistake people make," Will said. "One that occasionally lands them in jail." He turned, opened his briefcase, and took out a small tape recorder. "Now, my boy, I want you to tell me everything. Start with yesterday morning, and leave nothing out. Tell me what you told the police, what they told you, how many times you went to the bathroom, what you did there, even how many times you picked your nose."

"All right," Ben said. He took a deep breath and began.

When Ben finished, Will shut off the tape recorder and shook his head. "My boy, I asked you to tell me everything," he said. "You didn't."

"Yes...yes I-I did," Ben protested.

"You didn't. If I am going to represent you, I need absolute honesty from you," Will said. "I suspect that you were with someone at the time the crime occurred. Am I right?"

Ben had no idea how the attorney knew that, and didn't know how to respond. "What...what if...if...I...I was?" he asked.

"Then that person, and I assume it's a woman, can clear you," Will said. "Who is she, young man?"

"If...if I tell you, I will cause her problems," Ben said.

Will gave him an exasperated look. "And if you don't tell me..." he replied, "...your misplaced sense of honor could very well send you to prison for a long time." He paused. "And, God forbid, if the girl dies, the prosecuting attorney just might want to go for the death penalty. Is protecting this woman's honor that important?"

"I...I didn't do it," Ben replied. "I won't go to prison if I'm not guilty, will I?"

"You aren't listening to me," Will said. "If the state can develop forensic evidence to corroborate the physical and circumstantial evidence they already have, that is a distinct possibility. Especially since they have the girl's statement that you were the one who raped and beat her. If she dies, her statement becomes a witnessed dying declaration and they can - and will - use her last words against you. Believe me, young man, something like that goes a very long way to convince a jury."

Ben didn't know what to do. If he gave Marya's name to the lawyer, he'd be off the hook. But, if he waited, it was possible Marya would come forward on her own. He would if the situation were reversed. On the other hand, if he told the police her name and was cleared eventually, he'd have gotten her in trouble for nothing.

"You said Nancy Dillon hired you to represent me, didn't you?" he asked Will.

"Yes," Will said. "She seems to be completely convinced of your innocence." He gave Ben a wry smile and shook his head. "Personally, all I'm convinced of is your foolishness. That and your misplaced sense of honor."

"Can I see Nancy?" Ben asked.

"I'm not sure if she wants to see you," Will said. "I'll have to ask her."

"Do that," Ben said. "I need to talk with her. After I do, I'll decide whether or not I tell you who was with me last night."

"All right, my boy," Will said. He put the tape recorder back in his briefcase, closed it, and stood up. "I'll make the call right now and will return as soon as I can."

"Thanks," Ben said. He watched the lawyer walk to the door and knock on it. A uniformed sheriff's deputy opened it, and held the door while the lawyer walked out. As he did, he scowled at Ben.

"What did I do that for?" Ben wondered after the door again clanged shut. "Am I going to be able to tell Nancy what I was doing that night? What will she think of me if I do?"



Ben & Nancy Ch. 20



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter twenty

"Ben wants to see me?" Nancy said. She was standing in the hospital corridor outside the Intensive Care Unit, talking to Will on her cellular phone. Dawn was in Trish's room. Trish's parents told them the doctor said every day the girl hung on, her chances of recovery improved.

"Your young friend tells me he didn't do it," Will told her. "And I believe him. Unfortunately, the way he's acting, he could wind up sending an innocent man - himself - to prison."

"Will, what are you talking about?" Nancy asked.

"I believe that, at the time this crime was taking place, your friend was entertaining a woman in his apartment," Will explained. "Unfortunately, he has a misplaced sense of honor and isn't willing to tell either me, or the police, who that woman is. I have to assume that means the woman in question is married. Or, perhaps, he's gay and was..."

"Will, he isn't gay," Nancy said, interrupting her friend. "Do...do you...you really think he was with a married woman?" she asked. She felt a twinge of jealousy, then brushed it off. She, of all people had no reason or right to be jealous of Ben. And besides, Will's suspicions fit right into her plan.

"It's a logical assumption, don't you think?" Will said.

"Perhaps it's a woman whose position in the community is such that Ben thinks divulging his affair with her might cause her harm," Nancy said.

"I suppose you might be right," Will said. "But even if that is true, I would still bet on her being married." He paused. "Nancy, wait a minute, are you suggesting...?"

"I'll be at the sheriff's office in ten minutes," Nancy said, interrupting him. "If Ben wants to talk with me, I better do it." She went into the hospital room, told Dawn where she was going, then headed for the elevator.

Ben sat there in the holding room, staring at the pale green walls. He'd been there almost ten hours, and was starting to feel as if the world outside that room wasn't real any more. He heard the key in the door, then it opened and Will and Nancy walked in.

Ben looked at the woman who had once been his lover, his heart began to race, and he smiled. Nancy was every bit as lovely as she'd been the last time he saw her. Her hair, showing traces of gray, was close-cropped instead of long, the way she'd worn it the last time he'd seen her, but that was about all he could see about her that looked different. He liked the new haircut. He thought it made her look younger. And she was still as slim as she'd been then. She had on a long blue turtleneck and blue plaid leggings in a matching color.

Nancy stood nervously inside the door and smiled at him. "How are you, Ben?" she asked, feeling her heart begin to race. She couldn't believe the power of the feelings that seeing him again evoked.

Ben smiled weakly and shrugged. His movement made the handcuff attached to his wrist clink. "I've had better days," he said. He turned to the lawyer. "Can...can I talk to Nancy in private?" he asked.

"I suppose there's no harm in letting you do that," Will said. He banged on the door and was let out by a deputy.

Nancy crossed the room and sat down on the bench next to Ben. He looked so forlorn she felt a powerful impulse to do was take him in her arms, but she fought that impulse down. It wouldn't do for her to be hugging him. "Will says he believes there is a woman who can confirm that you were home when Trish was attacked last night, but that you're not telling the police who she is to protect her," she said.

"Ah...yeah, that's true," Ben said softly.

"He hasn't changed," Nancy thought, "he's being as much of a friend to this woman - whoever she is - as he was to me. It's too bad the woman he's protecting doesn't care enough about him to come forward and get him out of jail." "Ben, it isn't worth it," she said. "I want you to tell Will who it was when he comes back in here. Will you do that for me? And for Dawn? You have no idea how important you've become in my daughter's life." She paused thoughtfully. "It's odd, isn't it? It's as if it's destiny for our lives to be connected in some way, isn't it?" She paused again. "Will you tell Will what he needs to know so we can get you out of here? I can't stand the thought of your being in jail any longer."

Ben nodded slowly. "All...all right," he said.

"Thank you, Ben," Nancy said. She rose, walked to the door, and knocked on it. When Will walked in, she said, "Will, Ben's decided that it isn't worth protecting the woman he was with any more, haven't you, Ben?"

"Is that true, my boy?" Will asked and looked over at Ben, who nodded.

"Yes," Ben said, "The woman I was with last night, it was..."

Before he could finish, Nancy interrupted him. "Will," she said, "I...I explained to Ben that it wasn't worth it for him to go to jail to protect me, that I didn't want that. I'm not ashamed to admit that Ben's my lover."

Will spun around so fast he almost fell, a shocked look on his face. "What?" he asked. "You...Nancy...it...it was you? You were with him last night?"

It was lucky Will had turned away from Ben, because the young man was just as shocked by Nancy's revelations as the lawyer was, and that shock showed on his face. He realized quickly that it wouldn't do to let his lawyer find out Nancy was lying, so he composed himself.

Will turned back to Ben. "Is...is what she says true?" he asked. "Is she the woman you were with last night?"

Ben nodded. Since Nancy had started this, he had no choice but to continue. If he tried to tell the truth now, it might make things worse. "Yes...it...it is," he replied. "I...I was afraid that, you know, because of the difference in our ages and...well, with Nancy having such an important job and all, it might not look good if people found out about us."

Will looked from Ben to Nancy and back several times, studying them carefully. "I...I see," he muttered, "Or at least I think I see. Well, if you're willing to give a statement to the prosecuting attorney, Nancy, we may be able to get your, ah, friend out of here before sundown."

"I would certainly hope so," Nancy said. "He should never have been here in the first place." She looked at Ben. "I'm so sorry about this, Ben," she said. "I should have come forward sooner."

"That's all right," Ben replied.

"The other thing we must do," Will said, "is give the police blood and hair samples. They're going to want to do blood and DNA tests and won't have any problem getting a court order. I recommend giving the samples voluntarily."

"OK," Ben said.

Two hours later, Ben, Nancy, and Will walked out of the sheriff's office.

"Sheriff Martin is not a happy man," Will said when they reached his car. "I'm positive he'll check out your story, Nancy. I hope the next time I see you, you aren't in that holding room, fastened to the wall next to Ben, here."

"I won't be," Nancy told him. After Will got in his car and drove off, she turned to Ben. "I suppose you need a ride home," she said.

"Yes," Ben said. "You and I need to talk."

"Get in my car," Nancy said.

Alex Martin stood at the window of his office, watching the lawyer, Nancy Dillon, and Ben Morris walk out of his office. "Dammit, she's lying about this, I know she is," he thought. "I don't know why she's lying, but she is. And the real irony here is that she's probably lying to protect a man who isn't guilty in the first place." He turned around, walked to his desk, and pushed the intercom button. "Lise," he told his secretary, "ask Mike Burwell to come in."

Mike Burwell, a reed-thin balding man who wore thick glasses and looked like an accountant, but was an excellent detective, walked into Alex's office a few minutes later. "What can I do for you, sheriff?" he asked.

"Mike I want you to check out a Mrs. Nancy Dillon," Alex said. He handed the detective a piece of paper with Nancy's address and place of employment on it. "I want to know what she did from the time she got up yesterday morning until she went to bed last night." He knew the man would get the information, too.

"You got it, boss," the detective said. He turned to leave.

"Mike," Alex said.

"What, boss?" the skinny detective asked.

"I'd rather Mrs. Dillon didn't know you were checking up on her," Alex said.

The bespectacled man looked a little hurt. "Come on, boss, she'll never know I was looking," he said.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 21



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Nancy monopolized the conversation as she drove to Ben's apartment. She prattled about her daughter, her work, everything but what he wanted to talk about. When they got to his apartment he asked her if she could come in for a few minutes.

Nancy was delighted by Ben's invitation, but wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to go in, but was frightened to. "Ben, I...I really should get back to the hospital," she said. "Dawn must be wondering what happened to me. I...I've been gone pretty long and..."

"Nancy, don't do this. I think we have something to talk about, don't you?" he said. "I mean, here you are, turning up in my life after all these years, and...well..."

Nancy nodded. "Yes," she agreed, "You...you're right. I...I guess it won't hurt anything if I come in for a few minutes. I...I guess I was babbling because I...I didn't want to talk about it in the car."

"All right," Ben said.

They got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to his apartment building. He wondered what happened to all the spectators who'd seen him hauled away by the cops early that morning. He unlocked the door and they went inside and he was surprised how little damage the sheriff's deputies had done during their search. There were few obvious signs that anyone had been through the apartment.

"Would...would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked Nancy.

"I'd love some, Ben," Nancy said. She sat down at the kitchen table while he made a pot of coffee.

When the coffee was done, Ben filled two cups and took them to the table. After putting the cups down, he sat down across the table from Nancy.

"Nancy I don't understand why you did what you did?" he asked her. "You...you haven't seen me in five years and you...you lied for me. If the police find out, you...you could go to jail for perjury."

"I know you didn't attack Trish," Nancy replied. "I...I couldn't let you go to jail for something you didn't do."

"But how do you know I didn't do it?" Ben asked. He was more than a little confused. Seeing her again was bringing back all kinds of memories, and the feelings that went with those memories. On top of that, he found the risk she'd taken for him, and the faith she had in him, astonishing.

"I know you didn't do it because I know you," Nancy replied.

Ben took a sip of his coffee, then he took a deep breath. "You have a right to know who...who was here last night," he said.

Nancy shook her head. "I don't care who it was. It's none of my business," she said. In point of fact, she was so angry with the woman that if she knew her identity, she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep from doing her harm.

Ben was no less confused than he'd been when she surprised him at the jail by claiming she and he were lovers and had been together when the crime occurred. "Nancy, I...I don't understand why you're doing this," he said, "I mean, I..."

Nancy took a sip of her coffee, then she put the cup down on the table and held it with both hands. "Ben, five years ago, I needed someone desperately one night and you were there for me then," she said softly. "How could I not be there for you when you needed me?"

"But Nancy, the risk you took it isn't worth it," Ben said. "You could go to jail if they find out you're lying to protect me."

"What difference does it make?" Nancy asked. "What's done is done. Besides, I'm sure Trish will wake up in a few days and tell the police who really hurt her. Nobody, except you and me, will ever know what I did." She drank some more of her coffee, set the cup down and gazed across the table at Ben. She still wanted to take him in her arms, so much so that there was an ache inside her.

"That lawyer, Will, I think he knows you were lying," Ben said.

Nancy nodded. "I'm sure he suspects that I lied," she said. "But he can't prove it any more than the police can. And he has less reason to prove that I'm lying than they do, so I doubt he'll try."

"I guess not," Ben replied.

Nancy got up, walked into the living room, and stared out the window. "Ben, do you have any idea how I felt when Dawn came home from school and told me you were her teacher?" she said softly.

Ben, his heart pounding, got up and walked into the living room with her. "How did you feel?" he asked. He didn't understand why, exactly, but his legs were shaky, so he sat down on the sofa.

Nancy turned. "When Dawn mentioned your name, I felt all funny inside, as if I...I'm not sure, how to put it in words," she said. "I felt almost like I was a teenager again. I was really confused. I wanted to see you, but I was scared to. I..." She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa, tucking her legs under her. "I felt as if I'd explode if I didn't see you, but I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me."

"That's funny," Ben said. "I felt the same way. When I found out Dawn was your daughter, I didn't know what to do. I...I wanted to call you, to talk with you, but..."

"Then, today, when I saw you," Nancy said. "I knew what it was that I feared."

Ben looked at her, puzzled. "What were you afraid of?" he asked.

She moved closer to him. "I was afraid that, if I saw you again, it...it would be just like it was five years ago," she murmured. "That all of those powerful feelings we shared would still be there."

"And...and was it?" Ben asked. "Are...are they?" They certainly were for him. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure she had to be able to hear it.

Nancy shook her head. "What I felt when I saw you wasn't anything like what I felt when I was with you five years ago," she whispered. "When I saw you today, I realized if felt different."

Ben looked into her lovely eyes, not quite sure how to read them. "How...how is it different now?" he asked. Was she going to tell him she didn't feel the same way about him any more?

"What I feel now..." Nancy said softly, "...it...it is far stronger than what I felt for you five years ago. And now there's no reason for me to not feel that way."

She touched Ben's face lightly with her fingers and her face started moving toward his. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips touched and sensations more wonderful than any he'd ever experienced in ages roared through him. Every kiss he'd ever had paled in comparison! He wanted to grab her and pull her into his arms, but he couldn't move!

The kiss continued for a wonderfully long time. Then Nancy's lips left Ben's and she gazed deeply into his eyes. "My word!" she whispered, her breathing ragged, "It's been so long since I've been kissed like that!"

"Nancy...do...do you really mean what you said about how you feel about me...us now?" Ben stammered. His heart was thudding against his ribs and he was gasping for breath.

"Yes, my darling, I do mean it. What we're doing...it...isn't wrong any more," she replied softly.

Ben reached for Nancy. With a soft moan she came into his arms and their lips joined again. The second kiss caused him even more fire and joy than the first.

When it ended, Nancy snuggled against him, her slim arms around his neck, her soft hair tickling his face. Ben couldn't recall the last time he'd felt as wonderful as he did right then. Going through all he'd gone through that day was worth it to have an outcome like this!

"Oh, Ben, darling, what am I going to do?" Nancy said softly. "You...you make me feel so wonderful...so..."

Ben's hand slid up and down her back, caressing her through her soft blouse. After five years, he was experiencing her warmth and softness once again. He realized that even though he'd held quite a few women in the time since he last saw her, none of them felt as right in his arms as she did. She continued snuggling against him, and he could feel her breasts pressing into his chest.

Ben had mixed emotions about the powerful sensations growing inside him. He wasn't sure how Nancy would react if those sensations, which he knew he would have problems controlling before long, took over.

"You make me feel wonderful, too, Nancy" Ben replied. "It's been far too long since I've felt like this."

Nancy leaned back and gazed into his eyes. "Ben...I-I..."she murmured.

Ben silenced her with another kiss. Without thinking, he cupped one of her petite breasts in his hand and his fingers sought her nipple through her blouse and bra and began strumming it.

Nancy, surprised by Ben's action, groaned softly and shuddered. Her tongue slid across his lips and into his mouth where it was met by his. Lightning bolts of ecstasy arced through him. His touch was just as gentle and loving as it had ever been!

The young man shifted position and pulled Nancy across his lap, their lips still joined. Down over her body his hand slid. He pulled up her blouse, then he slid his hand under it. For the first time in five years, he touched her bare skin, and when he did he experienced a feeling very near ecstasy!

The level of need Nancy was experiencing astounded her. She continued to press her lips against Ben's and kept her arms locked around his neck. Her body twisted and strained as his hand slid over her bare flesh. Each tender caress added to the wild sensations already roiling in her. Her movements and cries became more and more impassioned the longer Ben touched her.

Ben managed to get Nancy's turtleneck pulled up to her shoulders, exposing most of her upper body. His eyes roamed over her bared torso and he realized she was every bit as lovely as she'd been the last time he saw her. Her breasts were still firm, tipped by large, rosy circles which surrounded her swollen nipples. He slid his hand from one breast to the other. He could feel Nancy's nipples growing harder and harder the more he touched them.

Finally Nancy wasn't able to stand it any more. She tore her lips from Ben's. "Ben...I...I want you!" she groaned. "Oh, God! Ben! I...I need you!"

Ben slid out from under her, stood up, and began to strip his clothes off. While he was pulling his sweat shirt over his head, he felt Nancy's hands at the waist of his sweat pants, then cool air flowed over his bared middle when Nancy began pulling them down.

The lust-drenched young man moaned softly and shuddered when her warm hands cupped his cock and balls. His legs were so shaky he thought he'd fall. He hadn't felt like this in so long!

"Take me, Ben! Please! Take me!" Nancy groaned. She laid back on the sofa. Her body was arching, twisting, and moving constantly. "I need you! Please, Ben! Please!"

Ben positioned himself atop her and felt her guide his rigid cock to her wet opening. When he lowered his hips and began slide into her, nearly unbearable feelings of elation tore through him. As he thrust deeper, wild sensations bounced around in his brain and he realized that what he'd done with other women was have sex. What he was doing now, with Nancy, was making love! Her legs rose locked behind him as she pressed against him, moving urgently.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "It's been so...long! So...long! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Take me! Take me!"

Powerful emotions roiled through Ben while he continued to plunge into Nancy. Her tight orifice clutched his cock as he thrust wildly against her. He had no control! He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control his pace! He was as wild as he'd been when he made love the first time!

"Oh, God, Nancy, I can't wait! Oh! I can't wait!" he cried, "I'm gonna come! Nancy! Nancy! Ahh!" Powerful spasms in his loins caused a torrent of his hot juices to gush from him into her hot, clutching cave.

"B-B-Ben! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Nancy cried, her body straining against his, shaking, shivering, spasming. "Yes! Oh, yes! Ahh! Uhhh!"

Spent after their powerful union ended, the lovers lay in each other's arms on the sofa.

"I...I'm a little frightened by how powerfully you affect me," Nancy whispered breathlessly. "It...it's unnerving to be that out of control. It was like that five years ago and it still is like that. When I'm with you, I always am out of control. Being away from you for five years hasn't changed that. If anything, it's made it worse."

"I know," Ben agreed. "You bring out something overwhelming in me." He paused, took a deep breath and told her what he'd wanted to tell her for five years. "Nancy...I...I love you."

Tears filled Nancy's eyes as she realized Ben had told her what she'd desperately wanted to hear. "Oh, Ben, I...I love you, too. What are we going to do?" she murmured, looking deeply into Ben's eyes. "I...I'm in love with you, too. I...I guess I've known it for a long time, but..."

"But you thought I was too young, right?" Ben asked. He kissed her softly.

Nancy smiled and nodded. "I...I guess that's part of it," she admitted. "And the fact that I was married, and did love my husband complicated things, too. Our relationship hasn't been simple from the beginning, has it? I...I think I was in love with you, at least a little, five years ago. But, well, I...I was married, then, when George died, I..."

"I know," Ben said. "It killed me when you told me you wouldn't see me any more. But...I...I wanted you to be happy, so..." He couldn't stand not touching her, so, as he spoke, he began to caress one of her breasts softly.

Nancy shuddered. "Oh, Ben! When you touch me, it makes me feel all funny inside," she murmured. "It's been so long since I've felt this loved. It...it's been too long, way too long."

Ben kissed her. "You better get used to feeling that way," he said. "Because if I have anything to say about it, you're going to feel that way from now on."

"Oh, Ben!" Nancy said, pressing against him. 




Ben & Nancy Ch. 22



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter twenty-two

Dawn was sitting in the waiting room outside the Intensive Care Unit at the hospital, waiting for her turn to go in and sit with Trish. She was surprised, and delighted, when she saw her mother walk in with Mr. Morris. She jumped to her feet, ran to her mother, and hugged her.

"Mom!" she exclaimed, "I'm really glad you're here. You were gone so long I...I was worried about what was going on." She released her mother, stepped back, looked at Ben, then at her mother. "You...you got Mr. Morris out of jail?"

"There is proof Ben...Mr. Morris...didn't attack Trish," Nancy said. "So they had to let him go."

Dawn turned and surprised both Ben and her mother by hugging him. "God, am I ever glad to hear that!" the girl exclaimed. "It's bad enough Trish is in the hospital, all banged up. If...if I'd have lost you, too, Mr. Morris, I don't know what I'd have done."

Ben gave Dawn a hug. It occurred to him that, if things went as he hoped they would, it wouldn't be the last time he would be hugging her. Then he wondered what she'd think about that. "How is Trish?" he asked.

Dawn stepped back and shook her head. "She isn't good," she said softly. "It...it looks like she might be coming out of the coma a little, but..."

Just then, a bulky woman, dressed in a pink sweat suit, with blonde hair piled high on her head and streaked make upon her face, entered the waiting room. "Mrs. Dillon, I'm glad you're here," the woman said. "We have to call the police."

"Why?" Nancy asked. She wondered why Trish's mother wanted the police.

"Trish...she...she's awake," Mrs. Wilkins said. "She...she told me who...who did this to her. It...it isn't the teacher the police arrested. We...we have to get that straightened out. That poor man shouldn't be in jail."

"It's already been straightened out," Nancy said. "Mrs. Wilkins, I'd like you to meet Ben Morris."

Trish's mother blanched under her makeup. "How...how did...?" she stammered.

"That's not really important," Nancy said. "What is important is that the police know who the real criminal is so they can arrest him before he hurts anyone else. Why don't you and I go and call them right now?" She took Mrs. Wilkins' arm and they started for the door.

Mrs. Wilkins stopped and turned to Ben. "Trish...she...she was askin' for you, Mr. Morris," she said. "If you want, you can go in and see her. I'll tell the nurses it's OK."

"Thank you," Ben said. He walked into the ICU and found the cubicle where Trish lay. He was shocked by what he saw as he approached the girl's bed. Trish's face was swathed in bandages, but he could still see how swollen and bruised it was. Tubes ran into her arms, and various monitors hanging on the wall beeped. He looked down at her. "Hi, Trish," he said softly. "How...how are you doing?"

"Hi...Mr. Morris," came the girl's soft reply. "I...I got my article...finished..." she whispered. "It's...it's in my...my folder on...the hard...drive."

Ben reached down and took her hand. "That's not important now, Trish," he said. "What is important is that you get better and get out of here. I'm not sure we'll be able to get the paper out without you."

Trish squeezed his hand and smiled. "Yeah, sure," she whispered. "It'll probably be better if I'm not there to mess it up."

"No way," Ben said. "How can we have a good paper without one of our best reporters? Look, Trish, I'm glad you're better, but I think I should get going. I don't want to tire you out. Your mom should be back in a couple of minutes."

"Thanks for coming to see me, Mr. Morris," Trish said.

"You're welcome, Trish," Ben replied. "I'll come back, OK?"

"I'll be really pissed at you if you don't come back," the girl told him. "You...you think, maybe, I could write an article about...about what happened to me when...when I get better?"

Ben was amazed by her request. "I think that's a fantastic idea, Trish," he said. "Your story might help keep someone else from going through what you're going through."

"It was that creep, Buddy Marks, that did this to Trish," Dawn told Ben when he walked back into the ICU waiting room. "I heard Mrs. Wilkins telling Mom."

"Where is your mother?" Ben asked.

"She and Mrs. Wilkins are out talking to the cops," Dawn said. "They got here real quick after Mrs. Wilkins called them."

"Dawn, there's something you and I need to talk about," Ben said. He wanted to find out what the young woman thought about his having a relationship with her mother, and now was as good a time as any to find out. If Dawn was opposed, it would make things very difficult.

"What's that?" the girl asked, looking at him with interest.

"Well..." Ben began. He took a deep breath.

Before he could continue, the door opened and Nancy stuck her head in. "Ben, can you come out here a minute?" she asked.

"Sure," Ben said. He turned back to Dawn. "We'll talk later, OK, Dawn?"

"OK," she said. "I'm gonna go in with Trish for a while."

When Ben walked out in the hall he saw Sgt. Dewars and the man he remembered was Lt. Jackman were talking with Nancy and Mrs. Wilkins.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked, very aware that a cold feeling was forming inside his stomach.

"I wanted to talk with you, Mr. Morris," Tim Jackman said. "Can we speak in private for a minute?"

"Ah...I...I guess so," Ben said. He followed the officer down the hall until they were far enough away so the women couldn't hear them. "What do you want to talk with me about, Lieutenant?"

"First of all," Tim said, "I have to apologize for the way I acted at your house earlier today. I was pretty rough on you when we busted you. I...I'd seen the girl, and I was pissed, you know? I was out of line the way I treated you, and I'm sorry."

Ben shrugged. "Judging from what I just saw in there, I can't even imagine what Trish must have looked like when you found her," he said. "I think I might have been upset, too."

"Thanks," Tim said.

"Was there anything else, Lieutenant?" Ben asked.

Tim smiled. "Well, yes there is," he said. "A couple of things, actually. First of all, remember that pair of women's panties we found?"

Ben felt his face get hot. "Yes," he said.

"Well, because the victim was in a coma, we weren't sure whether they were hers or not," Tim said, blushing a little, too. "...so I asked my wife it she thought they were, you know, Trish's. Heidi told me there was no way they could have come from that girl in there. I was going to tell Alex, that's the sheriff, about it when the dispatcher told me you'd been released because Nancy came forward and gave a statement that she'd been with you at the time the crime occurred."

"I see," Ben said. "So even if Nancy hadn't come forward, I'd have likely been released?"

Tim nodded. "Probably," he said.

Ben noticed that Tim was looking down the hall, studying Nancy. "You said there were a couple of things," he noted. "What else did you want to tell me?"

Tim grinned at him. "Well, Nancy's a pretty slim woman," he said. "Maybe not as slim as Trish, but still pretty slim," he continued. "I wonder..." He looked at Ben and smiled knowingly, "...if she really was with you last night, or if she lied for you."

"I..." Ben started to offer an explanation.

Tim raised his hand. "I'm not saying that again, ever, to anybody. And I haven't told anyone else," he said. "I know Nancy. She's a class lady. She's my wife's best friend. There's a name I don't know and I'm not sure I need to know. I will say that if I was involved with a woman and she wouldn't risk coming forward to save my butt when she could, I probably wouldn't keep seeing her. And if there was another woman who'd put her butt on the line to save mine, I'd grab hold of the second one and hang on for dear life."

Ben smiled and nodded. "I intend to do that," he said. "If the lady in question is willing to let me."

"If that's true, you're not only a lucky man, but a smart one," Tim said. "That's all I had to say, Mr. Morris. Sorry about the trouble we put you through."

"You were just doing your job," Ben said.

When Ben and Tim rejoined the others, Tim, Sgt. Dewars, and Mrs. Wilkins went into the ICU to talk with Trish and Ben and Nancy went into the waiting room, where Dawn was sitting.

"Why don't we go home?" Nancy suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Dawn said, getting up and stretching. "This place is depressing."

"If you want to stop on the way, I'll treat for pizza," Ben said. Then he remembered he didn't have his wallet with him and blushed. "Ah...that is if you'll loan me the money, Nancy. I...I forgot my wallet this morning when the police had me get dressed."


"Just so you pay me back," she chuckled.

They left the hospital, piled into Nancy's car, and headed downtown for one of the popular pizza houses. While they ate they talked about Trish, and how great it was that she was recovering, and about what might happen to Buddy Marks when he was caught.

They were almost finished with their meal when Ben noticed that Nancy's face was serious.

"Dawn, honey, there's something we need to talk about," she said.

"Why do you look so serious, Mom?" her daughter asked.

"How...how would you feel about my having a man in my life again?" Nancy asked.

The teenager frowned. "You mean would I mind if you had a boyfriend?" she asked.

Nancy nodded. "You know, Dawn, I loved your father and I haven't dated anyone since he died," she said.

"Yeah, I know, I worry about that sometimes," Dawn said. "Are you trying to tell me you found somebody?"

Nancy nodded. She took a deep breath. "That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you," she said. "Do...do you mind?"

Dawn sat there, looking thoughtful, for a while. Ben and Nancy exchanged apprehensive looks. Finally, the girl brightened. "I...I think it's neat, Mom," she said. "You're still young and pretty, why shouldn't you have a boyfriend? Who is it? Is it somebody I know?"

Nancy looked at Ben, who stared back at her. Here it was, the moment he knew had to come, but dreaded.

"Dawn, how...how would you feel if the man I'm involved with is younger than I am?" she asked.

Dawn shrugged. "What difference does that make?" she asked. "I mean, if you love him, what difference does it make how old he is?"

Nancy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "So you wouldn't be upset if I told you I was in love with Ben?" she said.

Dawn looked puzzled. "Ben...Ben who?" she asked, then understanding showed on her face and she looked at Ben, who was sitting there, his heart thudding. "You mean you...you and Mr. Morris, you're...? He's the one you...?"

"Yes, Honey, I hope that doesn't upset you," Nancy said.

Dawn kept looking from her mother to Ben and back, her eyes filled with confusion. "I...I don't understand. I...I didn't think you even knew him that well. How...how could you be in love with him?" she stammered.

"If you think about how you feel about Ben, I think you'll probably understand why I'm in love with him," Nancy said. "And I'm afraid there's more to my relationship with Ben than you're aware of. I had no idea things would turn out like they have, but...well, that's what's happened. I love him, Dawn, very much. I...I hope you approve of our relationship. I really do. It's important to me that you do."

"It's important to me, too, Dawn," Ben said. "And what your mother says is true for me, too. I'm in love with her. I've been in love with her for a long time."

Dawn sat there, shaking her head. "I don't understand any of this," she said. "I can't figure it out." She looked across the table at her mother. "I want you to be happy, though, and if Mr. Morris makes you happy, Mom, then I'm happy."

"Ben does make me happy," Nancy said. "Very happy. Come on, let's go home."

The drive back to the Dillon house was quiet. Dawn, lost in thought, sat in the back seat of the car, not saying anything. Ben sat on the passenger side, hoping Dawn wouldn't change her mind. He also feared what she'd think if she ever learned about the history he and her mother had. Nancy was wondering the same things.

"I'm going to bed," Dawn said the minute they got in the house. She kissed her mother, gave Ben a hug, and ran upstairs.

Nancy looked at Ben, her eyes red and wet. "I...I had to tell her," she said. "I...I hope you don't mind."

"We had to do it sooner or later," Ben said. "Actually, I was starting to tell her back at the hospital."

"I think she's still a little confused, but I'm sure she'll adjust," Nancy said.

"What...what do you think will happen if she finds out about what we did five years ago?" Ben asked softly.

"I'm not sure," Nancy replied. "I've been wondering the same thing. I...I'm afraid it's something we'll have to deal with sooner or later, though."

"Maybe, if we do it together, when she's ready to hear it," Ben said, "it won't be so bad."

"I hope so," Nancy said.

"I guess I better get going," Ben said. His apartment was within walking distance of the Dillon home, so getting there wouldn't be a problem. "It's been a long day, I'm beat, and I'm sure they expect me to show up in school tomorrow."

"Do...do you have to go home, Ben?" Nancy asked.

Ben shook his head. "No...I...I don't have to," he said. "I...I don't want to, either. Do...do you want me to?"

Nancy shook her head.

Hand-in hand, they went upstairs to the master bedroom. When they got there, Ben slipped off his sweat suit and slid into bed. He watched as Nancy slipped out of her clothes and swallowed hard. "You are so lovely," he said softly.

Nancy's face and most of the remainder of her anatomy, turned bright red. "Ben!" she exclaimed. "It embarrasses me when you say things like that!" She slid into bed next to him, into his arms, and pressed her mouth against his.

Nancy leaned back and looked at him, her face flushed, when the kiss ended. "Ben, maybe we shouldn't be doing this," she whispered. "What if Dawn hears us?"

Ben cupped his hand around one of her firm breasts, and rubbed his thumb over the already-erect nipple. "Are you really worried about that?" he asked.

"Ohh!" Nancy murmured. When his hands commenced roving over her, inflaming her, drawing soft groans of delight from her, she felt the delightful fluttering in her belly that was always there when he touched her.

Ben rolled atop her, and his rigid shaft slid between her legs and right into her torrid, humid vagina.

"Oh!" Nancy groaned, "Yes! Take me, Ben! Take me!"

Ben began to move his hips, each movement thrilling them more. He felt Nancy's hips rising to meet his thrusts.

"Oh! Yes!" Nancy groaned softly, fighting the urge to cry out in delight, then she lost the battle and vocalized the joy she was feeling. "I'm...I'm coming! Ben! I'm coming! Yes! Yes!"

Ben's probing shaft pistoned in and out, each stroke feeling more fantastic than the last. Finally, he felt his eruption begin.

"Me...too!" he groaned, as he spewed his seed into her. "Nancy! Oh, God, Nancy, I...I love you!"

Nancy pulled his face down and covered his mouth with hers. Her own orgasm had begun to ebb, and for the first time she was able to fully enjoy the sensation of his warm juices splattering against her insides. It felt good, so incredibly good, that another tremor of bliss shook her.

When they were finished, Ben rolled onto the bed next to Nancy, took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"Want to try one more time?" he asked when the kiss ended.

"I think, maybe, both of us should get some rest," Nancy said. "I know I sure do. I'm exhausted."

"Sounds good to me," Ben said. "I have school tomorrow." He pulled the covers over them, shut off the light and, snuggled in each other's arms, he and Nancy fell asleep.



Ben & Nancy Ch. 23



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter twenty-three

Buddy Marks was walking down the street toward his house when he saw the police car swing onto the block. He knew the cops had arrested someone else for what he'd done to Trish and figured he was off the hook, but he started to get nervous when he saw a second police car coming down the street from the opposite direction. "What the hell is going on?" he wondered, feeling scared. He got even more scared when the police cars stopped in front of his house and four uniformed officers got out and, carrying shotguns, began approaching the house. "Oh, Fuck! They must have found out I did it," he realized. He bolted down an alley, running as fast as his legs would carry him.

Buddy, terrified that he might well wind up spending the rest of his life in jail, finally stopped running in the parking lot of the Jamestown Mall. He stopped and leaned against a light post, gasping for breath. "What am I gonna do?" he wondered. "I gotta get away! I gotta get out of town!" He looked around and saw an older woman coming out of the supermarket pushing a shopping cart loaded with groceries. She pushed the cart to a late-model brown Chevy station wagon which happened to be parked near where Buddy was standing, then she reached in her purse and got out her keys to unlock the car.

Buddy realized he had a chance to get the car. He straightened up, ran over to the woman, grabbed the keys out of her hand and pushed her aside. He climbed into the car.

The woman fell and lay on the blacktop yelling, "Help! He's stealing my car! Somebody help me! Please! He's stealing my car!"

Buddy fumbled around, finally got the key in the ignition, and got the car started. He backed out of the parking place, knocking over the woman's shopping cart and scattering her groceries all over the place. He pulled the car into "drive" and screamed out of the lot, onto the main drag.

As he roared down the street, Buddy realized he had no idea where to go. "Mexico!" he thought, remembering the movies he'd seen. Criminals in the movies always went to Mexico. He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't very bright, so that was the only thing he could think of. He had a vague idea that Mexico was south, so when he got to the freeway, he took the on-ramp for the southbound lane.

State Patrol trooper Mavis Dean sat behind the wheel of her brand new Camaro Z-28 patrol unit, in the median of the freeway, with her radar unit pointed at southbound traffic, looking for speeders. She was near the end of her duty shift and was looking forward to going home and spending some time with her two kids. She'd been on the State Patrol for seven years, and enjoyed her job, although she liked running radar less than most of her duties.

"Jamestown Emergency Operations Center to all Jamestown PD, Sheriff's, and State Patrol units," the radio in the sleek cruiser crackled. "We have an urgent BOL. Jamestown P.D. has issued a want on a 1990 Chevy Caprice Classic station wagon, color brown, stolen at 1420 hours from the lot of the Jamestown Mall. Registration is 2-4-5 Boy Ocean Lincoln. Driver matches the description of a suspect wanted by James County Sheriff for rape, aggravated assault, and attempt murder. Suspect is a white male, age 18, five-six to five nine, weight 180, brown and blue. Was wearing a white T-shirt, brown jacket, and jeans when last seen. Subject vehicle was last seen headed for the freeway. Units north and south of Exit 39, be alert. James County advises that suspect should be considered armed and very dangerous. All units acknowledge."

Mavis picked up her radio microphone and waited while the other Patrol units acknowledged the broadcast. "330 to Jamestown, acknowledge that broadcast," she said.

"Copy, 330," the dispatcher replied.

"I wonder if I'm going to end my shift with a pursuit?" Mavis wondered. She scanned on-coming traffic carefully, watching for the car mentioned in the broadcast. Then the alert tone on her radar began beeping and she felt her heart rate increase. She glanced at the radar unit perched on the dashboard. The blinking red letters on the readout said, "95."

Mavis glanced up and saw a brown car flash by. She shoved in the clutch, jammed her cruiser into first gear, and roared out of the median in a cloud of blue smoke. While she shifted up through the gears, she managed to get the car's emergency lights and siren turned on, and when she was in sixth gear, she picked up the microphone. Her heart was pounding and she realized she was yelling when she said, "330 to Jamestown, I'm in pursuit!"

"Copy, 330," the dispatcher said. "All units on this frequency, stand by, 330 is in pursuit!"

"Jamestown, I'm southbound on the freeway, passing mile marker 139, in pursuit of a brown station wagon!" Mavis yelled. "Possibly the BOL vehicle. One occupant, probably a white male. Speed at this time is in excess of 95!"

"Copy, 330, you are southbound on the freeway, passing mile marker 139, in pursuit of a vehicle that matches the description of the BOL," the dispatcher replied, sounding a little agitated, too. "Any units available to assist 330, identify and respond Code 3!"

"325 to dispatch," a male voice said. "I'm at mile marker 150, responding southbound to assist 330."

"Copy, 325," the dispatcher said. "330, 325 is behind you." He didn't wait for Mavis to respond and didn't expect her to, not with a pursuit going on. He turned to another microphone. "State Patrol Jamestown to James County EOC," he said.

"James County EOC on," a female voice replied. "We copied your pursuit. Our units eleven and seventeen are waiting at Exit 35."

"Thanks, James County," the patrol dispatcher replied. He was relieved. His unit would have some backup soon, now. He turned back to the patrol radio. "330 from Jamestown," he said. "You'll have two Sheriff's units with you when you reach Exit 35."

Mavis was gaining on the car she was chasing, but the driver showed no signs of stopping. She was glad to hear there were two sheriff's units ahead of her. The patrol unit who was coming to back her up was still quite a distance off. The stolen car and police car flashed by Exit 35 and Mavis saw the two marked sheriff's units, Camaro Z-28's like hers, racing up the on-ramp, their emergency lights flashing.

"James County eleven to 330," a voice said over the radio. "I'll call the pursuit."

Mavis knew she didn't have to respond. The fact that the sheriff's officers were involved, and that one of them was reporting what was happening on the radio, meant she was free to concentrate completely on driving.

Buddy had never been more terrified in his life. He had his foot pressed against the floor of the car he'd stolen, but he knew there was no way he was going to out-run the Z-28 patrol car that was following him. When he saw two more police cars getting on the freeway, he realized he was in deep trouble. "Jesus!" the terrified teenager thought, "What am I going to do?" Pale, and sweating, and with tears rolling down his cheeks, he clutched the steering wheel of the car he'd stolen, he kept going.

"James County thirteen to James County eleven," the second sheriff's deputy said into his radio mike. "I can get ahead of him. You want to try blocking him in and forcing him to stop?"

"Negative, thirteen," his partner replied. "Traffic's pretty light. I don't want to take a chance on one of us getting hurt. Let's give him a few more miles. Maybe he'll run out of gas, then we'll have him."

"Copy, eleven," the deputy said. He kept his cruiser a safe distance behind the stolen car, just to the right of the state patrol vehicle. The speedometer on his dashboard read "98."

"We're coming up on Macon Pass," Mavis thought as she followed the stolen car down the freeway. "If that guy up there isn't careful, he's going to dump that boat." Macon Pass was a fairly winding stretch of the freeway that led through the small mountain range just south of Jamestown. The freeway had a fairly steep incline and some tighter than normal curves through that stretch. Mavis had investigated far too many crashes involving trucks that had gone out of control there.

Buddy managed to get through the first sharp curve in Macon Pass without too much trouble. Then, because he was an inexperienced driver and even more inexperienced criminal, he did something stupid. He turned around to see whether the cops were still behind him. He should have looked in the rear view mirror. He realized his mistake almost immediately when he felt the car begin to drift to the left, something that happened because he unconsciously moved his hands that way when he turned his head.

"Oh, shit!" Mavis thought when she saw the big station wagon drifting toward the left-hand edge of the road. "Pull it back! Pull it back!" She watched in horror as the car continued to drift into the soft ground next to the highway. Then, finally, the driver took action, but it was the wrong action. The car lurched right as he yanked the wheel in that direction, the abrupt change of direction caused the car's wheels to dig into the soft ground and it flipped on it's side and went airborne. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Avis thought, sickened, while she watched the car slam, roof-first, into a huge ledge outcropping in the median. She stomped her feet on the brake and clutch.

"James County Eleven to Jamestown!" the sheriff's deputy who had been calling the pursuit yelled. "Suspect has T.A.'d. Start fire, rescue, and the chopper. Get a supervisor and the M.E. rolling, too." He, too, slammed on his brakes and his patrol car slid to a screaming halt next to the other sheriff's unit and state patrol car. Both of those cars were empty. Trooper Mavis Dean and the other sheriff's deputy were out of their cars and running toward the smoking wreck.

"Come on, Tim," Alex Martin said, sticking his head into Tim Jackman's office.

Tim jumped to his feet. "What's up?" he asked as he started for the door. Alex looked excited.

"A couple of our guys and the state patrol got in a pursuit with Buddy Dean on the freeway a few minutes ago," Alex said as the jogged toward the door of the sheriff's office.

"They get him?" Tim asked. He ran around to the passenger side of the big red V-10 Dodge pickup his boss drove and climbed in.

Alex got in, fired up the truck's huge engine, and roared out of the sheriff's department parking lot. The siren on the truck began wailing and the flashing lights he had concealed behind the grille began to wink. "He crashed up in Macon Pass," he told Tim, guiding the truck onto the winding on-ramp and onto the freeway.

"Is the suspect alive?" Tim asked.

"It doesn't look good," Alex said. "One of our guys was calling the pursuit, and he asked for fire, rescue, the chopper...and the M.E."

"Damn!" Tim said.

They arrived at the scene of the wreck in less than ten minutes, but had to park quite a distance away because of all the emergency vehicles that were cluttering the highway. They climbed out of the truck and ran up to the two tan-uniformed sheriff's deputies who were standing next to one of the fire trucks, with a woman in a State Patrol uniform.

"What's up, Milt?" Alex asked Brian Dawson, the senior deputy on the scene.

"The guy in the car's dead," Dawson replied. "He lost control back there..." He gestured in the direction of some deep ruts in the grass in the median. "Drifted off into the median, corrected too quick, lost it, flipped over, and..." He smacked his hands together. "Wham, right into the ledges there. Paramedics figure he was dead before the dust settled. They're still taking the car apart so they can get him out."

"You I.D. him?" Tim asked.

The two deputies and patrol officer shrugged. "From what I saw, it's going to be hard to tell who he was," Trooper Dean said. "He was smashed up pretty good. He did have a wallet on him, though. Had this in it." She handed Tim a small card.

Tim looked at the card. "It's a Jamestown High I.D.," he said. "For Walter "Buddy" Marks."

"Well, if nothing else, Buddy saved the county the cost of a trial," Alex commented. "Sorry you guys had to see this," he told the officers. "I was listening to the pursuit. You all did a good job. Too bad it turned out crappy."

"Hey, boss, he called it, we didn't," deputy Dawson replied. "He coulda stopped when Mavis lit him up. He didn't."

"I guess we don't need to hang around," Alex said. He and Tim started walking back to his truck. "That Dillon lady's a good friend of Heidi's isn't she?" he asked Tim as they walked down the median of the freeway.

"Yeah, why?" Tim asked.

"I had Mike Burwell check out her story about being with Morris the night the girl was attacked," Alex said.

"She wasn't at Morris's apartment, was she?" Tim said.

"You knew, did you?" Alex replied, grinning. "No, she wasn't there. Mike says that, as far as he can find out, she was home. All night. How did you know she wasn't with Morris?"

"The panties," Tim said. "We figured out they didn't come from the victim because she's too skinny. Well, unless I'm losing my eyesight, they're too big for Nancy, too. You going to do anything about this?"

"About what?" Alex asked as they climbed into his truck. 



Ben & Nancy Ch. 24



Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy

Chapter twenty-four

Ben Morris, dressed in a tuxedo, was standing in Nancy Dillon's living room, in front of the glass sliding doors that led out onto the deck behind the house. He was more nervous than he'd ever been in his life. Next to him, on his left, stood Nancy's oldest son, Mike. On Mike's left stood Nancy's second son, Bill. In front of him stood Reverend Albers, the pastor of the church Nancy attended. Behind them, seated in folding chairs, were a number of Nancy's friends and some of his colleagues from Jamestown High, including Principal Eagleton and Superintendent of Schools Eames. Trish Wilkins, looking radiant in a sleek red dress, was there, too. Conspicuously absent from the small group of well-wishers was Marya Thompson, who had resigned from her position as school psychologist and moved out of town.

Somewhere behind Ben, music started playing. The song was "Here Comes the Bride." He and the two men standing next to him turned around and watched the doorway between the living room and the entry hall. Dawn Dillon, looking gorgeous in a dark brown sweater with brass buttons and loose dark brown skirt with white flowers on it, appeared and started walking toward them.

Then Ben's heart stopped, or at least it felt as if it had. Nancy appeared. She had on a long purple jacquard dress with buttons all the way down the front. It had long sleeves and, what the salesclerk told them was a sweetheart neckline and empire bodice. Her hair was shiny, a string of pearls wrapped around her neck, and, as she walked toward him, he could see a long, lithe leg flashing. He swallowed hard. Finally Nancy and Dawn were standing on his right. He and the boys turned and faced Reverend Albers.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God and this company of loved ones to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," the pastor began.

After the ceremony, much of which Ben and Nancy had written themselves, they adjourned to her back yard for a huge celebration. There was more food than a crowd three times the size of the one there could eat, and a small orchestra to provide music for dancing.

Dawn caught the bouquet, much to her delight, and Nancy's son Bill caught the garter, much to his sister's embarrassment.

Tim Jackman and his wife, Heidi, were among the wedding guests. At one point during the reception, Tim bumped into Ben, who was coming out of the kitchen with a tray of sliced turkey to replace one that had been stripped bare. "I'm happy you took my advice," Tim told the new bridegroom. "Nancy's a wonderful woman."

"Like you said, I'd have been a fool not to grab Nancy and hang on for dear life," Ben replied, smiling. "I have her now and she'd not getting away."

Heidi Jackman walked up and slid her hand through her husband's arm. "What are you men talking about?" she asked.

"We were talking about how lucky we were to get wonderful women, and how we're not going to let them go," her husband replied.

Heidi blushed and squeezed her husband's arm. "I hope you and Nancy will be very happy," she told Ben. "I'm so glad you got together. She needed someone like you."

"Not nearly as much as I needed her," Ben replied. 

Finally, it was time for the couple to leave for their honeymoon. Nancy changed into a loose yellow pullover top and jeans held up by suspenders. She had on a funky little cap, too. Ben thought the outfit made her look even younger than he did.

"Well, Mrs. Morris," he said as they drove down the driveway, accompanied by the clatter of tin cans the boys had attached to the back of the car. "Here we go."

Nancy laid her head against the car's headrest and smiled at her new husband. "Mrs. Morris," she said softly, "I do like the sound of that."

"So do I," Ben replied.

"This past year has really been amazing, hasn't it?" Nancy said as they drove along the freeway, headed for the secluded resort on the ocean where they were going to spend their first two weeks as a married couple. Nancy's employer had given them the honeymoon as a wedding gift.

"It sure has," Ben replied. "Boy, to think a year ago, I was sitting in jail, accused of doing those awful things to Trish. Even worse, I couldn't figure out how to make contact with you."

"God, yes," Nancy said. She reached over and laid her hand on her husband's leg. "It's so crazy, isn't it? Each of us was thinking of the other, but neither of us made a move. It's kind of sad, really, that it had to take a horrible thing like what happened to Trish to bring us together."

Ben laid his hand on hers and squeezed it. "I guess it is kind of sad it had to happen that way," he said. "But I don't really care how it happened, just so it came out the way it did."

They finally arrived at the resort. A liveried bellman came out and took their things and led them to their room. Ben, holding his bride's hand, followed the man down the hallway to their suite.

When the bellman ushered them into their room, Nancy looked around, amazed at how sumptuous their suite was. It was huge, and was furnished with Victorian era furniture. It even had a small bar along the wall of what appeared to be the living room, which also had huge windows that opened up onto a deck that overlooked the ocean. Ben tipped the bellman, then walked to a stereo which was in an intricately carved cabinet near the bar and turned it on. Ben looked at Nancy and smiled as soft, mellow music began filling the room. "Would you like to dance with your husband a little more, Mrs. Morris?" he asked.

Nancy nodded and, with tears of joy brimming in her eyes, she moved into her new husband's arms and laid her head on his shoulder. They began to move easily around the room in time to the soft, romantic music. Ben was a wonderful dancer, but even if he'd been clumsy, this would have been magical as far as Nancy was concerned! She hadn't felt this wonderful since George died, and wasn't sure she ever would again.

After a while, Nancy leaned back in Ben's arms and looked up into his face. He had the most incredible eyes! The depth of his love for her was reflected in them, a depth that shook her a little. She loved him very much, but could she ever love him as much as he seemed to love her? "Ben...this...this is so wonderful!" she whispered. "So wonderful."

"It is, isn't it," Ben replied, then he bent his head and covered her lips with his.

Passion, which had begun to smolder in Nancy's body while they were dancing, burst into a conflagration of desire when their lips met. Weakness swept over her. Her insides were a whirl of emotion and her body was trembling violently by the time the kiss ended.

"Wow!" Ben said when the kiss was over. He was having trouble breathing. He'd kissed Nancy what seemed like thousands of times before, but that kiss had been special!

Nancy was having problems breathing, too. Her chest felt as if someone had wrapped a steel band around it and her heart was pounding so hard she was sure Ben could hear it. She quivered when he stroked her face gently with his fingers, then his hands slid down to her shoulders. He pushed the suspenders off, tugged her blouse out of her jeans, and he began pulling it up. Her legs went weak. He was going to make love to her for the first time as her husband and, she found, she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted him before! She raised her arms and let him pull the blouse off, baring her lovely chest. Her firm, petite breasts weren't covered by a bra. She'd decided to leave it off when she changed out of the dress she'd worn for the marriage ceremony.

Onto her breasts Ben's hands moved. He gently began sweeping his thumbs over her nipples and kept doing it until they were hard and tingling. Indescribable thrills rocked her. Afraid her trembling legs wouldn't hold her, she tightened her embrace on him to keep from falling. "Ohh!" she moaned.

Ben scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the suite's bedroom, laid her on the bed, and gently finished removing what was left of her clothes. Once she was nude, he began to caress her tenderly, bringing her to higher and higher levels of ecstasy and need.

It was all too wonderful. Nancy lost the capacity for rational thought. All she felt was need! Powerful need! "Please! Oh, Ben, please!" she murmured. "I need you! Please, darling, I need you!"

"I know you do," Ben replied. His voice was hoarse. "I need you, too!"

The next thing Nancy knew, he was lying on the bed next to her, his body as bare as hers. She had no idea how, or when, he'd taken his clothes off. His hands and lips resumed their caresses, moving over her lithe, lovely body, teasing her, enflaming her, lifting her to ever-higher levels of desire and bliss. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to give her the utmost in joy! "Please! Oh, Ben, darling please!" she begged, "I need you! Please!"

"I know you do," Ben replied. "I'm going to give you what you want. Soon! God, you're so pretty!"

"Ahh!" Nancy cried when his mouth descended on and covered her vagina. Her hips rose from the bed and her hands raked at the quilted bedspread while his lips and tongue lashed her and drove her still wilder. "Gahh! I...I...Oh, God...I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Her back arched and her hips writhed as his lips and tongue gave her the gift of ultimate ecstasy and more.

Nancy's orgasm eventually began to wind down, but Ben didn't stop caressing her. His tender touches once again fanned the fires of passion. She couldn't believe how wonderful this was!

Slowly, gently, with as much tenderness as he could, Ben caressed his bride back to the peak of ecstasy. Nancy's body was tingling and screamed for release. "Ben, I...I need...need you!" she moaned, reaching for him. "I...I need you, Ben! Please, darling! Oh, please! Please!" At last his body rolled atop hers and she felt his erection prodding her belly. "Oh, darling, please don't make me wait! Please!" she begged, thrusting her hips up at him. "Take me, Ben! Please! Take me!"

"All right," Ben said and reached between them.

Nancy almost screamed with joy when her husband's erection began to enter her. She was so turned on, she couldn't wait. "Coming! Ahh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Gahhhhh!" she wailed. Her hips thrust upward, straining against him.

Ben pressed his hips against Nancy's, holding his body up on his outstretched arms as the paroxysms of joy wracked her. When her spasms of delight began to wane, he finally began to thrust into her moving , ever so slowly, he moved.

Nancy was stunned to feel joy beginning to spread through her again. She locked her legs behind Ben's and began matching his thrusts with urgent movements of her own.

On and on Ben went, sliding in and out of her. She began to wonder if their joining would ever end. She'd never experienced anything like what Ben was showing her tonight! He seemed to sense the second she was about to explode and would stop moving, letting them both calm down. Then he'd begin again, stroking gently into her, bringing her once more back to a quivering peak.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled at her. "Come, my darling," he said softly. "Come for me."

The minute she heard his words, it was as if a tightly coiled spring suddenly was unleashed in Nancy's body. "Yes! Oh, God, Ben! Yes! Yes! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Uhhhh!" she groaned when another orgasm, her most incredible yet, exploded through her.

"Gahhh!" Ben cried then, his hips pressing down against her. Nancy felt his hot juices explode into her body.

Spent, they lay in each other's arms for a long time after they finished, too spent to move. Ben continued to stroke and caress Nancy's body, making a continuous stream of soft, endearing comments as he did. She had never felt more wonderful, or loved, in her life!

After their bodies had finally calmed, the moved so they were lying spoon-fashion, with Nancy's back to Ben. He began caressing one of her breasts and she quivered as once again her body began to respond to his touch. She felt his penis begin to swell and press against her buttocks. "Mmmm!" she murmured and wriggled her bottom against his growing hardness.

"You like that, don't you?" Ben said. His thumb and forefinger captured one of her rigid nipples and twisted it gently.

"Oh, God, you know I do!" Nancy groaned. She couldn't believe how wonderful he could make her feel!

He slid his hand down over her belly and onto one of her thighs and she felt him urged her leg back over his, then, suddenly, his hard penis slid into her once again. Passion rose still again as the wonderful wand of flesh filled her and thrilled her.

"Oh! Ah! Ohhhh!" Nancy moaned while his shaft once again plumbed her depths. Her moans of joy grew louder when his hand slid onto her clit and began twirling the rigid, hyper-sensitive bud of flesh. "Can't wait! Oh, Ben! I...Ohhh! Too good! Oh! Oh! Oh! God! I'm there! Already! Already! I'm there! Yes! Oh, Ben, yes! Ahh! Ahh!" she groaned while her lovely body quaked with the throes of passion.

"Oh, God, Nancy! Nancy! Uhhh!" Ben groaned, then he exploded, filling her with heat and wetness.

When they finished, Nancy rolled over and looked at her husband. "I love you, Ben Morris" she said and kissed him tenderly.

"I love you, too, Nancy Morris," Ben replied.

Ben reached for the light next to the bed and turned it off. Then he pulled Nancy into his arms. She snuggled against and kissed him, then exhausted by their wonderful day, the happy couple fell asleep.