Ben's Day Ch. 02

"I guess what I'm trying to say," Sam continued with more whispers, a bit nervously now, "is that if you feel that same way—like you have needs but you don't want to like, start a new relationship or something yet—you should just know that I haven't been laid in over a year, and I'd really like to fuck you."

Ben froze, not sure how to react to Sam's words. Did she really just say that? Ben was having a hard time believing it even seconds after the words left her mouth. He looked down at her as she leaned on him, her long red hair draped over her own slight shoulders. She was wearing a soft, form-fitting grey sweater dress that hugged her body in a way that—at least under these circumstances, with what she had just said to him and everything—made him want to peel it off of her. Under her dress she had on thick black winter leggings that flattered the slopes and curves of her legs, curled under her as they were. Sam was quiet, her head leaning on Ben's shoulder, her hand on his hand. Ben could feel her heartbeat where her chest was pressed into his arm, and it was racing. Realizing that he hadn't responded in far too long, especially after such a statement, Ben did his best to form a response.

"Uh...you mean like...right now?

Sam exhaled, pulling away from Ben to look him in the eye. She was flushed—a mix of anxiety and embarrassment visible in the dim, pale light. She was scanning his face frantically, trying to read him.

"I meant in general. What, do you want—"

"Yes," Ben said, cutting her off as soon as he found the courage to say it, "I mean—yes in general, but I've always had a bit of a thing for being...sneaky. In public."

Sam's searching expression broke into a mischievous, lusty smile.

"Sneaky...I think I can work with that, Benjamin Lennon," she said putting a hand on his thigh, sliding it slowly up towards the growing bulge in his pants, "just remember—be quiet. The bus makes enough noise to cover some things, but neither of us wants to get caught, right?.

Ben nodded—he would have agreed to just about anything at that point.

In a moment, they were kissing, and her hand had found his crotch. She rubbed at it playfully as she flicked her tongue into his mouth, then started to suck on his upper lip. She swung a leg around and sat straddling him, her body pressed against his. He hesitated for a moment, but then kissed her back, darting his own tongue into her mouth. The warm weight of her body pressed against him, her breasts against his chest, her pelvis against his, her ass resting on his thighs.

Ben reached down with both hands, sliding them under the bottom of her dress, and grabbed both cheeks, feeling her muscles tense under the fabric of her leggings. He squeezed and pulled her into him, still kissing her between breaths. Sam took a break from kissing to gasp next to his ear, grinding her groin into him.

"One sec," she whispered before dismounting him, rolling to sit in the seat beside him, and curled up her legs.

She slid out of the boots she was wearing, and then in one quick movement, hooked her finger under her dress and pulled her leggings and panties off in a bundle, placing them carefully on the seat between them, before looking at Ben expectantly.

It took him a few seconds to realize what she was waiting for, and then he undid his belt as quietly as he could, took a few anxious breaths, looked into her eager eyes, and slid his pants along with his boxer briefs to his knees, freeing his cock. It bobbed and bounced from the motion, twitching eagerly.

Sam wrapped a hand around him without any pretense, and started stroking him slowly, flicking her thumb over the tip every time she got to the top. Ben looked at Sam, his eyes flicking to her crotch, then back to her face, and she nodded, grabbing his other hand with hers and pulling it under her dress, between her legs, pressing his fingers to her naked vagina.

Ben knew what to do from here. He dipped his fingers in, stroking up and down the wet, velvety flesh, lubricating his fingers before rolling them over the bump of her clitoris. She reacted with a gasp, a tightening of her thighs around his hand, and nodded. Her hand on his cock was still stroking him, but more lazily—teasing him but not bringing him any closer.

"Keep going," she pleaded, leaning towards him to whisper, "keep going!"

Ben ran his finger up and down, faster and faster, finger painting little circles on her clit. He changed his rhythm, dipping his fingers in her again for more lubrication before panning two fingers side to side, faster and faster. Her breath quickened, and she let go of his dick to grab him by the neck and pull him into a kiss. He kissed back, keeping his fingers flicking back and forth, then changed his pattern again, rubbing his whole hand up and down her engorged pussy in a blur as her kisses became more and more desperate, gasping into his mouth, sucking at his lips.

She stopped, her thighs locking around his hand as her whole body convulsed. He wiggled his fingers as best he could in their clamped position, and he felt her spasm around his arm again and again, before finally loosening her grip on his arm and pushing his hand away. She sighed with a blissful, dimpled grin, her eyes scanning over his face lazily for a moment, before swinging a leg around and mounting him again, facing him, his cock twitching between him. One hand slipped into her purse beside them, and produced a condom still in its wrapper, which she quickly peeled open.

The smooth warmth of Sam's bare ass on Ben's legs only fueled his lust further, and he lunged at her face for another kiss as she reached between them with both of her hands, toying with his desperate cock with one hand, sliding the condom onto the tip with her other. They kissed some more, and then she raised herself up slightly, adjusted his cock with one hand, and slid down onto it, her pussy enveloping him. As she did so, Ben couldn't help but look over her shoulder at the rest of the bus nervously; there were about five rows of empty seats before the next passenger, and most of the dark silhouettes in the rest of the bus looked asleep apart from a middle aged woman near the front in the yellow glow of a reading light, who turned a page idly as he watched. He was painfully aware that in this position, anyone who looked back would see both of their heads above the seat backs, face to face in the pre-dawn light, and anyone with an active imagination would guess what they were up to.

A rush of excitement and fear flooded his senses as Sam started to slide up and down his cock, and Ben carefully adjusted their position, leaning his seat back and sliding to the side so that they were seated diagonally, hopefully making them less visible to the rest of the bus. Sam followed his lead, but never stopped bouncing her body up and down on him, tensing her buttocks and grinding into him as she did so. He had to brace himself against the seat in this position, his arm straining under both of their weights, and then he started thrusting back.

Sam's rhythm slowed for a few moments—she sliding her pussy up and down the full length of his cock, and he tried to match her rhythm. He felt her tighten around him as she slowly lowered herself back down, and then raised up again, and then started bouncing faster and faster. Ben grabbed at her ass with his one free hand, helping her by pulling her into him with every bounce, faster and faster as his other arm strained under the shaking weight. Her breasts under her sweater bounced into his face again and again as their pace quickened, their whispered gasps becoming harder and harder to keep quiet.

Their rhythm became frantic, desperate, the seat beneath them shaking. Ben felt his orgasm coming—he was bucking hard now, and he clamped down his mouth to prevent a moan, instead releasing a prolonged gasp as he released pulse after pulse after pulse of his orgasm. Sam felt him finish, and slowed her rhythm as the last twitches of his cock subsided inside her. Sam pulled herself off of him, giving him a quick peck on the nose, and then quickly started pulling on her underwear and stockings.

It took Ben a few seconds to figure out what was happening, then he remembered that they were on a public bus, and he frantically started to ease the condom of of himself without making a mess. Sam handed him a few tissues from her purse as he did so, and after a few seconds his pants were on and a tied-off condom wrapped in tissues was in his hand. Sam, next to him, was flushed, giddy, and more than a little disheveled, so she took a few moments to fix her hair and catch her breath as Ben tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

"Wow—that was great!" Sam whispered with genuine enthusiasm, "We'll do it again sometime, Benjamin Lennon."

Ben, in a blissful daze, just nodded.

"Here," Sam said, holding out her hand, "I'll toss that for you."

Ben handed Sam the tissue-wrapped condom, and she left for the little bathroom at the back of the bus. Ben waited in silence, still stunned, until she returned, sliding back into the seat next to him, yawning a lion-like yawn, and leaning her head against Ben again, curling her feet up under her again and nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Night," she whispered.

Ben didn't move, still hardly believing what they had done just moments ago. The background sounds of the bus—the buzz of the window shaking, the dull sounds of the engine, the roaring hiss of the heat vents—filled the darkness, and after a few moments were joined by the light sound of Sam snoring quietly against his shoulder.

Ben was jolted awake by the bus stopping—and the blaring voice of the bus driver announcing their rest stop. It was light outside now, and Ben almost tried to dig out his phone to check the time before he remembered that it was nine in the morning, or it least it had been the last time he had experienced this day, and so far his strange pre-memory of the day had been pretty spot on except when he made a change.

Ben's head hurt, and his mouth felt dry.

Sam was just stirring next to him, and as she took the weight of her head off his shoulder he suddenly felt the strange sensation of circulation returning to a near-forgotten limb.

"I'm gonna go out there—I need to pee," Sam said, "and I should probably sit with Juliet for the rest of the ride—but I hope you had a nice time."

Ben looked at her dumbly for a second, and then nodded when he realized she was waiting for a response. He grinned a little too wide.

"Yeah, I mean, uh...obviously."

Sam smiled.

"Good, I did too."

She left the bus, and Ben saw her meet up with Juliet in the parking lot outside before the two of them went into the bus station. Ben found his water bottle and ibuprofen, taking the maximum recommended dose again, and washing it down with a few gulps of water before looking idly out the window, watching the line form. Juliet and Sam came back up on the bus. Juliet avoided looking at him—clearly still upset by what he had told her—and sat down, but Sam flashed him a smile and a wave. Soon enough the new passengers started to board the bus, including the heavily bundled figure that Ben recognized as Ashling. Ben half expected her to come all the way to the back of the bus and sit with him again, but instead she stopped at the same seat she had last time—the seat just in front of Juliet and Sam—and spoke to whoever it was that was sitting in the seat this time.

"Pardon me, is this seat taken, like?" he heard her muffled voice ask.

"No," a man's voice responded politely, "be my guest."

Ashling began to stow her things above the seat, pausing briefly to catch her breath.

Sit down and let us through, lady," the man just behind her groaned impatiently—just as he had the last time around.

The whole scene played out the same as it had before—the man rolling his eyes, pushing past Ashling and knocking her into the seat.

"What the hell, you gobshite! Are you alright sir? I'm so sorry that I fell on you, like—I heard your head hit the glass—"

Ben's attention was suddenly torn from Ashling as a man in a snow-dusted suit and tie—the same man that had knocked Ashling off of her feet—sat down next to him without so much as a greeting. Ben considered saying something, but thought better of it, instead turning his attention back to the conversation happening closer to the front of the bus. He could only hear one side of the conversation—Ashling's voice was a bit on the loud side—but it sounded like her conversation with her seat mate had diverted widely from what she had said to Ben the time before, despite starting out exactly the same. As the bus's engine rumbled back to life, drowning out the distant conversation, Ben resolved to try and find some sleep again, popping in his earbuds and putting on the sound of a rainstorm before closing his eyes and leaning against the window.

Despite his best efforts, Ben only managed to drift in and out of half-sleep for the next two hours, and as the bus entered the outskirts of the city proper the stopping and starting of the bus was too chaotic and unpredictable to even try to sleep through. When the bus finally broke free of the traffic congestion and pulled into the station, Ben was impatient to get off the bus—and as he waited for the seats ahead of him to empty, he looked at his phone to check the time, and saw that he one missed text rom Tomm as well as four missed calls, two voicemails, and fifteen new text messages from Vic. As he stared at the phone, trying to decide if he should read or listen to any of her messages, his phone blinked again in his hand—it was still on silent—with a text from Juliet. Ben opened it without thinking as two more texts from her arrived.

J Hey I'm sorry I was so mean to you

J Sam told me some things

J We're off the bus but do you want to meet us for coffee? There must be a decent place nearby.

Ben read the messages, and found that he was pleasantly surprised—excited, even—that Juliet was already warming back up to him. He wondered what exactly Sam had told her.

B Sure! I know a place wait up and I can show you

Ben put on his coat and climbed out of the bus, and after a few moments of looking around he saw Juliet and Sam standing next to each other, Sam bundled up with a long green peacoat over her dress and a brown cable-knit beanie pulled over her long red hair, Juliet with a puffy purple and white parka, the hood pulled up. Seeing the two of them stand next to each other was a striking reminder of how short Juliet really was: Sam was pretty tall for a woman—just an inch or so shorter than Ben himself, who was 5'11"—but the top of Juliet's head didn't even come up to Sam's shoulders.

"Hey," Ben said hesitantly as he approached; he could see that Juliet still looked pretty upset, but as he spoke she gave him a weak but friendly smile.

"Hey again," Sam said, cutting the unease between them, "Juliet says you know a good place for coffee?"

"Yeah, there's a place only a few blocks from here," Ben answered, "It was good, and there wasn't a line."

"Was? When are you talking about?" Juliet asked.

"Oh...sorry I mean uh...It was good the last time I was there, and I don't think it gets too busy this late in the morning."

"You come to the city that often?"

Ben shrugged noncommittally—this was actually the third time he had been to the city in his whole life, fourth if you counted the fact that he was reliving the third now. Once they got out of the bus station Ben took the lead, the two women tagging close behind. As they walked, he tried to wrap his head around what he should expect. Juliet seemed less upset with him, but something was still clearly wrong, and apparently Sam had told Juliet 'some things.' That could have meant anything, but Ben was hoping that it didn't include what had happened between him and Sam on the bus—that could only make things more awkward. After all, Ben had always liked Juliet, and seeing how upset she was was already making him second guess his choice to tell her about Vic and Harry; Juliet learning that he and Sam had fucked a few hours ago certain wasn't going to make things any better.

The cafe was exactly as Ben remembered it, from the big muscly punk at the cash register to the price of a scone and a pour over. Juliet and Sam took a bit longer to decide what they wanted, so Ben staked out a table in a corner—far away from the potentially prying eyes and ears of the student who had been looking over his shoulder the last time. The two girls came over after making their orders and started to shed their hats, and jackets.

"So," Juliet said after sitting and taking a deep, anxious breath, "Ben, I'm really sorry about what I said back on the bus. I...I know you're probably still pretty raw after things with Vic and...and it just wasn't fair of me to be so mean to you. Sam told be about some of the things Vic did back in college, before I was friends with her, and...I just, I don't know what to say—just that you deserve better."

She speaking from the heart, but clearly having a hard time saying it, wringing her hands as she avoided making eye contact. Ben started to say something, but Sam caught his eye and shook her head to dissuade him—he stopped.

"About Harry," Juliet continued, "I understand that you were trying to help. I...I just started dating him, and I guess it's possible what you said is true...but I don't think he would do that kind of thing. He's a good guy—a great guy—and I just...I just..."

"Do you remember exactly what you saw, Ben?" Sam cut in, then looked like she suddenly mortified at her own words, "Sorry Ben I just—I don't want to bring up something painful for you, I just think it would help to know if this could maybe be some sort of misunderstanding or—"

"—I don't know if I remember it exactly," Ben responded quickly, "It was a snap, and I only saw it for a second. There was a dick, and it was from someone who was just named 'H' sending it. The caption said something about Juliet being out of town and him coming over later."

Juliet looked up from the table, her dark brown eyes glinting with hope.

"Vic still goes to the gym on Main Street, right?"

Bun shrugged, confused; he looked to Sam, but she was muse as bewildered.

"I guess? I think so?"

"There's another Juliet there—I went once with Vic, and this girl and I both responded when Vic said my name. Later we saw her running on a treadmill in front of us next to this guy, clearly her boyfriend, and he..." Juliet started to blush,"he had a really nice butt. Vic was joking—or I guess, maybe not joking—about it. He could be the guy!"

Ben tried not to look skeptical; he was almost certain that she was wrong. After all, the last time around it had been Juliet who had called him to say that Vic was cheating on him, but he could hardly tell her that. He nodded.

"Maybe," he said as neutrally as he could, looking down.

"But that doesn't make what happened to you any less bad," Juliet said with a sudden rush of emotion, putting both of her hands on his, "and it was really mean of me to blow up at you like that when you were just trying to do the right thing. I'm sorry, ok?"

Ben looked back up into her eyes with a sad smile. He hadn't even been upset with her in the first place, he had been angry at himself, and here she was apologizing to him.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something," the barista announced hesitantly, "but I've got your drinks here..."

Juliet and Ben both pulled their hands off the table sheepishly, Sam smirking at both of them as the barista put down their drinks in front of them.

"Thanks" the three of them said in awkward unison, and the barista nodded and left.

"So..." Ben said, searching his mind for a subject to change to but coming up empty.