Ben's Day Ch. 02

"So—d'you think Sammy's right? About Colette?" Tomm asked nervously.

Ben did his best to breathe evenly and smile at his friend.

"Y—yeah," he said, pausing as he felt Sam's lips close around his dick, "I'm pretty sure she likes you, man."

Sam's tongue flattened against the underside of Ben's cock, and she pushed herself down his length over the course of a few seconds until he felt himself prodding the back of her throat, the tip of her tongue tickling his balls. He let out a small moan unintentionally as she gargled beneath the table, the sound thankfully muffled by the thick red tablecloth. Tomm gave Ben a funny look.

"You ok man?"

"Yeah Tomm, don't—don't worry about it," Ben said, pausing to catch his breath mid sentence as Sam suddenly pulled her throat off of him, replacing it with her hand again, which was stroking him faster and faster, "are you gonna do something about Colette? I think you should ask her out."

"I dunno man. You know me—I've never been one to make the first move."

Ben nodded, feeling the urge to buck his hips as Sam cupped his balls and continued to jack him off, but resisting for the moment.

Ryan returned with their appetizers just as Sam had started to kiss the side of his cock as she kept working him with her hands. She slobbered her way up and down him several times before once more pausing and then thrusting her throat down on him, once, twice, three times—each time pushing his cock a bit deeper down her tight, slippery throat.

"I wonder where Sam is, she just—" he began, but Colette walked by, showing another group to their table, and he shut up to give her a friendly wave and nod.

Colette flashed back a nervous smile and a wave, practically wiggling in delight at Tomm's attention before continuing to help the other guests. As all this was happening, Ben realized he was going to burst as Sam pushed herself down on him again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. He dropped his fork and clenched the table for dear life, slipping his other hand below to pat the back of Sam's head twice, hoping that was enough warning for her.

If Sam got the hint, she ignored it. Ben bucked into her mouth as subtly as he could, shooting his first rope of cum straight down her throat, thankful that Tomm was busy making eyes as Colette. Sam kept bobbing at an impressive pace, her throat tightening briefly as she swallowed before another three blasts of his cum rocketed into her mouth and Ben shook with pleasure, literally shaking the table as he gripped it before closing his eyes and slumping into his chair.

When Ben opened his eyes, Tomm was frozen, eyes wide, just staring at him. Ben blushed crimson, his heart suddenly pumping in his ears as shame and guilt and dread flooded his thoughts; he hardly noticed Sam swiping his napkin from his lap to clean herself up under the table.

"Did you just fucking jack off in front of me? In a restaurant?" Tomm whispered once the shock had worn off, "Shit, what are you even getting off too? Aesthetic flatware?"

"Uh..." Ben grunted, unsure of what to say.

"Just because I'm not a D-cup doesn't make it ok to call me 'flatware,' Tommy," Sam said as she climbed back into her chair from below the table nonchalantly, "though I guess I'll take 'aesthetic' as a compliment."

Tomm looked back and forth between his two friends, mouth agape for several seconds, processing. Sam was surprisingly put together considering she had just enthusiastically taken a cock down her throat: her hair was a little mussed, her cheeks a little flushed, but other than that she seemed none the worse for wear—though Ben could see that her nipples were hard enough to raise bumps in her sweater dress through her bra.

Seeing Tomm as dumbfounded as he was seemed to amuse Sam more than anything else, and she smiled wickedly at him, plucking a deep-fried potato wedge from one of the plates of appetizers, dipping in in some aioli, and taking a dramatic, crunchy bite while waggling her eyebrows at Tomm, barely holding back a laugh.

With her laugh, Tomm broke into a laugh too, and Ben soon found himself joining in despite his own embarrassment. Once they had all chuckled their way through the awkwardness, Tomm fixed Ben with a serious look.

"So are you just going to leave Sammy hangin' then?" he asked, smirking.

Sam caught his meaning before Ben did, and then raised her eyebrows, looking at Ben, clearly amused and a bit expectantly.

"Uh," Ben flushed, looking between the two friends, "I mean..."

"It's only fair," Tomm said, "Sammy here just made you real happy. Reciprocating's the only gentlemanly thing to do."

Ben nodded nervously. It seemed Tomm was more insistent than Sam, strangely enough, but he wanted to too—the idea of going down on Sam under the table, just as she had him, was exciting to say the least—it was just that it was weird, having Tomm know about it, though that didn't seem to bother Sam. As Ben wrestled with his own nerves, Colette walked by again, and Tom took a break from his good-natured stare-down with Ben to smile at her. An idea popped into his head.

"I'll do it," Ben said, then looking at Sam with a conspiratorial grin, "but only if you ask Colette out—tonight."

Tomm's eyes went wide like a deer in the headlights. Sam nodded at Ben, matching his mischievous grin, before turning to Tomm.

"Come on Tomm—just do what he wants, unless you want to finish me off?"

Tomm made an exaggerated, disgusted face, and then nodded to Ben.

"Deal. I'll ask her out."

Ben grinned, looked around to check for prying eyes, and then slid under the table. The thick red tablecloth cut out almost all of the light from the restaurant, but the gap between the hem and the floor let in enough light that he could navigate his way between Sam's legs. He could hear the two of them talking above him, their voices muffled by the table but still audible.

"So, Sammy, how've you been?"

"Well enough! I'm excited for the Red Marionettes concert tonight—I just hope Juliet is up for it."

Ben reached for her legs, caressing their length through her thick stockings. He felt the muscles in her thighs spasm slightly under his tickling touch, and she spread her legs a bit wider for him invitingly. He pushed forward, still tickling at her thighs, and nuzzled between her legs, smelling her musky scent through the stockings as the tip of his nose pressed against her groin. Her legs spasmed again, and he backed away, reaching up either side of her legs, slipping his hands under the skirt of her sweater dress. She lifted off of the chair just slightly, allowing him to slip his hands under her ass and hook his fingers into the elastic of her leggings before peeling them—and her panties—off of her long, smooth legs.

"So what's going on with Jules anyway?" Tomm asked up above.

"She's, uh, well, she's probably breaking up with her boyfriend."

Sam straightened her legs as she spoke, kicking off her boots to make removing her leggings easier on Ben. They came off in one smooth motion, leaving her bottom half completely naked save for the skirt of her sweater dress. Ben crawled back between her legs hungrily, kissing his way up one of her thighs towards her center while caressing her her legs. Again, as he neared the lips of her pussy, she spread her legs wider for him invitingly.

Sam and Tomm kept talking up above, but their muffled voices faded further and further into the background of Ben's perception as he nuzzled his way through the curls of her pubic hair, extending his tongue to prod teasingly around the edges of her opening. Her hips subtly thrust into his tongue as he teased, and one of her hands snuck below the table to run through the hair on the back of his head before pulling him harder into her crotch.

Message received, Ben stopped teasing. He reached up with one of his hands, slipping two fingers between her folds. He found the bump of her clitoris with his fingers, and then using them as a guide, leaned in and started flicking his tongue across it vigorously, while slipping his two fingers down an inch or two to her vaginal opening and sliding them slowly in and out of her as he licked her clit.

Ben knew that this was risky—maybe even riskier than the bus had been—but at this point, that spark of fear only made his heart pound faster. He was already hard again, so soon after Sam's blowjob, and feel of her skin around him, the musk of her, was making him all the harder. He kept licking, alternating between sliding the full length of his tongue across her clitoris and swirling the tip around it like a tornado.

Her legs shuddered, telling him that he was on the right track, and he doubled down, pressing his mouth against her so that he could not only lick, but suck, teasing her clitoris between his lips and tongue while the wet taste of her filled his mouth, all the while pumping his two fingers in and out of her.

Whatever muffled conversation was happening above had stopped at this point, and Sam was clearly nearing her limit as both of her hands were now massaging his scalp, pushing him into her harder and harder. He kept sucking and licking her, encouraged by her reaction, until suddenly her thighs clamped tight around his head in shaky, uncontrollable bliss. He kept at her, working every last shudder out of her until she was spent, and then pull away, taking a few deep breaths.

Tomm's hearty laugh was audible from above the table, and Ben felt an unwarranted pang of shame—what if someone else had noticed Sam? He quickly grabbed a napkin to clean up his face before resurfacing.

Sam was blushing so red her face almost matched her hair, but she was also grinning widely. Ben nodded to her set his napkin in his lap. Tomm was still laughing, and he reached over to pat Ben on the shoulder after he got back into his seat.

After that, dinner went by relatively uneventfully. Sam told Ben that Tomm had asked Colette on a date late that night while Ben was under the table, and obviously she had excitedly and enthusiastically accepted.

"I'll take you back by my place first, show you where you can sleep," Tomm offered, "I'd feel bad about going out on a date your one night here, but you did sorta force me into it."

Ben grinned, allaying any of Tomm's doubts.

"Don't worry about me, Tomm—just try to be quiet if you end up bringing her home," he said with a wink.

Tomm blushed.

"Well, I...I don't know if things will move that fast."

Once they were done with dinner, they left The Stable and headed out into the frigid winter air again—after an adorable 'see you later' between Tomm and Colette, which Ben and Sam both chuckled over. Sam then said her goodbyes to both of them, as she would be heading back to Juliet, and Ben and Tomm walked through the wintry air to Tomm's place.

Tomm's tour was the same as it had been before. Ben was starting to get used to the fact that he had somehow actually lived the day twice now, so it was little surprise when Tomm showed Benn where the blankets and pillows were for him.

"Make yourself at home, man. Feel free to watch whatever, or play some games—I'll probably be back late."

Ben waggled his eyebrows suggestively at his giant handsome friend, and Tomm shook his head, chuckling bashfully.

"Alright, I'm off. You have my cell if anything goes wrong," Tomm said before heading out into the cold again to meet Colette at some bar.

Once Tomm had left, Ben sat down on the couch. He took out his phone, ignoring the long list of notifications from Vic as best he could. He checked his email, his Facebook, and a couple other things, doing his best to avoid anything that Vic had sent or posted as he idly thought to himself about everything that had happened. As he did so, he noticed something strange: there was a folder on the home screen of his phone that he didn't remember putting there, with a name that was some long string of alphanumeric nonsense.

Curious, but hesitant—after all, it could easily be some kind of virus or something—he finally shrugged and decided to throw caution to the wind. Inside was another folder, titled simply 'L0001.' He opened that to see several dozen more folders, with names like "new contacts," "text messages," "photos," and "internet history," as well names for every other app he had on his phone. It looked like it was some sort of subroutine that was recording how he was using his phone and saving all of that information in these folders.

Picking one at random, he tapped on "new contacts," and then stared at the screen, trying to comprehend what he was looking at. There was only one contact listed: "Ashling Grace ;-)" with a number listed next to the name, and then next to that, a timestamp: L0001 09:07:45:31. Some quick mental math, and Ben was pretty sure that timestamp lined up with when Ashling had gotten on the bus...the first time Ben had lived through this day.

Over the next hour, Ben poured over everything in the folder. Every text message and call he had received the first time through, every search he had made online, every time he had used any app on his phone—even, to his surprise-every snap he had received, which he thought were supposed to vanish after a few seconds—was saved on his phone.

The uncomfortable mix of arousal and disgust as he flipped through the sultry snaps that Vic had sent him was overcome by the realization that he wasn't experiencing some sort of wacky dream within a dream, he had evidence! He could use this! He wasn't sure how yet, but this was something real, something that helped him believe he wasn't going crazy, a rock to cling to in the strange storm he was in.

After another hour of browsing through this database from another version of the day he was living, Ben finally started feeling the weight of everything weigh down his eyelids, and he turned off the lights and tried to fall asleep, all the while wondering if he would wake up on the same couch, or in a car next to Vic. He awoke briefly when he heard Tomm and Colette come in, drunkenly whispering and kissing each other, but he fell asleep before they even made it to Tomm's bed in the next room.

And then, Ben had the strangest sensation, like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream--but he had woke up ten minutes ago. He felt a strange tingling pain at the back of his skull, but after a few moments it subsided.

"Are you sure you packed everything?" Vic asked before yawning mightily, closing the driver's side door with a heavy enough slam to shake the snow off the window, "Your laptop? Your wallet? Your toothbrush"

Ben blinked a few times, then nodded to himself. That was one question answered.