Page 3 of Born Into Trouble (Occupy Yourself)
“I won’t let them down.” Uncertainty still warred in Coach’s eyes, so chin down, Benny imitated Andy’s gruff way of talking when he said, “And I ain’t gonna let you down, either, Coach.” Sincerity won the day because the man released him and turned to watch the play developing out on the field. Coach took a step away as he shouted at the defensemen, giving them insights available from his vantage point. Benny’s shoulders sagged, suffocating weight holding them down until he forced himself to straighten, ignoring the persistent nausea as he traced the splits in his lips for the hundredth time.
After the game, which they won by the narrowest of margins, Benny and Danny piled into one of the upperclassmen’s vehicles, hitching a ride to the after-game bonfire. Benita appeared as if by magic when he stepped out of the truck, moving in beside him and possessively sliding her arm around his waist, pressing an already opened beer into his hand. After last night, he wasn’t sure he wanted anything else to do with drinking, but now that she’d made a production out of it, there wasn’t much he could do except go along. He wasn’t sure about her, either. Danny’s words had been circling his head all day, but Benny knew every man and boy present looked at him with admiration so he put a good face on it, smiling down at her and firmly ordering, “Kiss me, baby.”
Obediently she rose to her toes to press her lips to his, then slid them across his cheek to respond softly, “Don’t demand, baby.” She planted a kiss to his cheek on her way back down, and her lips moved soundlessly, forming one word, “Ask.” He nodded at her reminder of a lesson learned the first time he’d sat at lunch with her. She turned in his arm to face her posse of girls. “Ben is taking me to the prom this year.”
It was the first he’d heard of those plans, and he nearly couldn’t control the shuddering physical reaction when he thought of having to ask Andy or GeeMa for the money to rent a tuxedo.Shit.
Benita’s shoulders lifted in a shrug to a question one of her giggling girls whispered into her ear, and Benita twisted to look up at Benny’s face. A disturbingly wicked grin in place, she responded to her friend without taking her eyes off Benny. “I could share if you’re nice, Shelby.”
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“Fuck,” Benny slurred, leaning against the side of a truck. Benita had walked him out here what seemed like forever ago, propping him up and telling him she’d be right back. She’d held the cup for him to drain the dregs of the last mixed drink she’d brought him, and he was buzzed beyond belief. His dick was still hard from her fondling, and he dropped his head back, watching the stars wheel sickly overhead.Pretty. Way out of reach, but pretty. Andy won’t be happy. His thoughts circled again, and he remembered the headache and nausea with which he’d started the day.Pukin’ again tomorrow, he predicted. “Fuck.”
“Okay.” Footsteps crunched in the dried grass, and he felt her hands at his belt, tugging, shoving his pants out of the way. He tried to lift up, but the weight of his head defeated him, so he stayed in that position.Pretty stars. Listening. Feeling.Benita Owens, suckin’ my cock. She giggled, and he wondered if he’d said that last aloud, the sound of her laughter echoing, gaining an octave along the way, and then her hand was on his dick, tentatively pulling him out into the chilly air. Heat and pressure hit him, and he groaned, the still unfamiliar sensations of mouth and hands overwhelming.
She quickly coated him with saliva and then jacked him, her fingers sliding easily through the lubrication provided. Mouth on his balls, sucking and rolling, and he forced his legs wider, giving her better access. Her mouth on his dick at the same time, sucking deep, brought his head up abruptly. Senses still swimming from the sudden movement, he looked down to see two women on their knees in front of him. Benita’s mouth between his legs, gaze locked to Shelby’s face. Shelby’s mouth around the knob of his dick, eyes turned up to watch him.
Benita changed position, and both women latched onto his cock, one on either side, their mouths kissing around him and he watched as they moved off him, kissing each other in earnest. Benita’s hand rose, cupping Shelby’s breast through her shirt, and he watched, trying to catalog the smooth and gentle motion and movements, knowing this had to be what Benita preferred, not his fumbling grip and release. Another lesson she might not even be aware of teaching him, so caught up in what she was doing.Watch and learn.
They came back to him, Benita’s fingers wrapping around his dick and pointing it to Shelby’s face. Benita moved behind her, so the women were pressed together, and Benita’s other hand moved between Shelby’s legs, lifting the short cheerleader skirt, disappearing underneath as Shelby’s lips closed around him. Benita, mouth to Shelby’s ear, tongue flicking out, whispered, “Told you he was hung.” Eyes up to Benny, she hissed, “You do not come.” She kissed Shelby’s neck in a soft, unhurried way, nibbling her way up, and Benny studied how she did that, too. “Told you I’d share.”
The rest of the evening flew past in a blur of faces and mouths as Benita brought two more friends to him before she was done sharing. Between the booze she kept pouring, and the edge they had him riding, he was incoherent by the time she stood in front of him, finally alone. Rolling a condom on his aching dick, she smiled up at him. “You did really well, honey. Let’s break the seal.” Standing, she turned away and shimmied her panties down before bending over. “Pop that cherry.” Reaching between her legs, she gripped him and pulled, guiding him towards her entrance. “Fuck me, Benny.”
Pushing backwards on him, she moaned loudly when her round ass met his thighs and it was all Benny could do to bite back a groan of his own. So much sensation slamming him from all sides. The heat of her wrapped entirely around his dick, so much better than his hand, better than her mouth could ever hope to be. The chill of the truck under his hands spread to either side of his torso, pressed flat, fingers wide. Nerves fired all along his spine, and he bowed his hips forward, ass clenching as he drove forwards and into her.
“Oh, baby,” she called, twisting her head to look at him. Muscles tightening involuntarily, he thrust forwards again. And again. He was overcome with the sensation of his flesh crawling, balls tightening and drawing up so fast; he couldn’t stop any part of it. The orgasm train had already left the station, and he was barely catching up. His hands left the truck and flashed forwards, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto him, hard, holding there as rockets went off behind his eyelids. Stupefied, he could hear himself grunting as he lunged forwards, again and again, buried deep, then deeper, then deeper yet.
If it hadn’t been for her ass pressed up against him, he would have fallen. As it was, he staggered sideways, and she shifted with him, looking up with a grin. “Stay hard,” she commanded, and he blinked, trying to make sense of the words. Then she was moving again, back and forth under his hands, pushing back onto him and then pulling off, her hands on his thighs, fingers gripping the seam of his jeans tightly, using his legs for leverage as she pounded onto him. He could see the root of his cock in the flashes of moonlight, that cold illumination at odds with the heat surrounding him. One of her hands disappeared from his leg, and he briefly felt her fingers touch him where they were joined, then her head dropped down, and she moaned. A minute later, she stilled, and he felt flutters all along the length of his dick, growing and then gradually lessening in intensity.
Another minute later, she straightened up and twisted her head to kiss him. It was bizarre for her to do that with him still inside her. “Not bad for your first time,” murmured against his mouth, the words hit him hard. He’d slept with Benita. He was sober enough to think,No, not slept. Fucked. No sentiment involved, just her wanting to get off. Exactly like last night. Not giving one shit about how it made him feel, not caring about anything other than knowing what she wanted and taking it. She glanced down and then, bringing her eyes back up, ordered, “Hold the rubber in place while I pull off.”
Reaching between them, he did as directed, hissing when the cold hit his exposed flesh and he felt his dick shriveling up as he stripped off the knob wrapper. At her instruction, he tied a knot at the end before tossing it into the back of whoever’s truck he still leaned against. Focused on straightening his clothes, he staggered, not ready when she stepped into him, giving him her weight as she leaned against his chest, her arms going around him in a tight hug. “So good, Benny.” She squeezed and then released him. “Come on, time to get my prince home before he turns into a toad.”
A half an hour later, stumbling into his grandparents’ house, Benny called a garbled greeting to GeeMa, who sat reading in the living room, her chair an island of light from a nearby lamp that he hoped blinded her to his condition. “Good party?” she asked without looking up, and for once, Benny was glad for the distance between them as he responded with a grunt. It wasn’t that his grandparents didn’t love him because he knew they did. He suspected it was more that she saw a lot of his mom in him, something he couldn’t deny tonight, bumping into the hallway walls more than once as he made his way to bed.
Andy had won the gene lottery. He was everything good that had been their father. Benny knew that from hearing grown-ups talk over the years. Strong. Loyal to a fault. A shirt off his back kinda guy. A lot there to be proud of, a lot to look on with love. Benny closed his eyes, feeling the tilt and whoosh in his belly as the bed moved. Swallowing hard, trying to unstick his throat, he heard GeeMa’s slippers as she walked up the hallway.Benita likes me for who I am. Shifting, he rolled to his side, squinting to focus on the clock sitting on the nightstand. It was three in the morning, which meant Andy would be halfway through his shift at the grain mill.I’ll talk to him tomorrow.Get his advice about Benita, he decided, scrubbing his cheek on the pillow.Tomorrow.
