Our separate lives were a little busy for a few weeks but we managed to squeeze in a couple of coffees, a lunch, and loads of flirty texts. One night I was laying in bed staring at the dim glow of my phone when I realized I still didn't know anything about Benjamin's writing. I mean I didn't expect him to have full length novels lying around, but it had been how he identified himself to me. My little smut story had been instrumental in how we gelled so quickly, so it only seemed fair that I get to read something he penned soon.
I wondered for a moment if he ever wrote anything dirty. With his appetites it seemed possible and I was already getting a little flustered about the idea, but I tried not to get my hopes up. He might have really dry academic tastes when it came to writing, which would be impressive but much less exciting.
I figured he might not have anything that he's excited to share with me, but he would probably appreciate me showing interest. Honestly I felt a little guilty that I hadn't asked about it sooner, so I sent him a text before I overthought myself into insomnia.
Claire: I've been curious what kind of writing you do
His response came swiftly, and I smiled at my luck as I snuggled into my pillow.
Benjamin: Self indulgent dabbling mostly
Benjamin: Fan-fic, D&D campaigns, erotica, whatever catches my fancy.
Delight bubbled up in my chest.
Claire: I'd love to read some <3
Benjamin: Would you mind waiting until the next time you come over?
Benjamin: You could indulge a fantasy of mine ;)
It was a little disappointing that I'd have to wait, but I was so curious what this fantasy could be. I bit my lip in lustful anticipation as I stared at the message.
Claire: I hope I can come over soon then ;)
That night I dreamed about the treehouse. It was dark and I was lost in the woods. Running with weak limbs and eyes that wouldn't stay open. I was being chased by a dream version of Ben. His slightly longer hair was pulled back in a loose braid, from the too sharp planes of his face. His dark clothes evoked fantasy rogue, as did the gleaming silver blade in his hand.
I was breathless, terrified, aroused. The treehouse appeared and I was inside, crawling across the floor. He grabbed my ankle and in a blur, I was on my back. His imposing form filled my vision, Emerald eyes flashed wickedly as he lifted my chin with the knife point.
"You don't have to get hurt," he said.
The dream began to fade and I tried fruitlessly to give into it and let the scene play out. Soon it became clear that I was awake and not about to be ravaged, but I was desperately horny. I rolled out of bed and grabbed two toys out of my drawer, before stumbling back under the covers.
My fingers moved to tease my pussy. A gentle stroking of my labia, swirling motions on my clit and a few plunges into my wet cunt. Just when my body had started to catch up to my mind, I grabbed the dildo and pushed the head into my entrance.
I closed my eyes, picturing the dangerous dream Ben and sunk the silicone deep. It was almost too much, just a tinge of pain and exactly what I wanted. I gushed as I forced a few more thrusts into my tight hole. I held the toy deep as I reached for the vibrator and turned it on. It hummed as I teased my clit mercilessly for a few feverish moments before cumming with a series of shudders.
The rest of the day was pretty mundane. After getting cleaned up and ready, I had a couple of classes. There was time to eat lunch in the cafeteria and I was able to spend some of that time chatting with Benjamin and some of his friends, before we both had more classes.
We did realize that we both had the weekend free again and agreed I would come over on Saturday and probably stay until Monday. Staying over for a whole weekend was new. It was certainly a nice treat to look forward to at the end of the week. I still had no idea what his fantasy could be that related to his writing, but I love a good surprise.
I was on my way to class when I felt a buzz in my pocket and fished the phone out.
Benjamin: I found myself wanting to introduce you as my girlfriend.
Benjamin: Would you like to be my girlfriend?
A warm comfort spread through me at the confirmation that we were at the same place emotionally. Not wanting to worry him unnecessarily, I replied immediately.
Claire: I would love to be your girlfriend <3
Claire: Can't wait to spend the weekend at my boyfriend's house <3
Benjamin: I'm looking forward to it as well <3
Similar unabashedly sappy messages carried me through the next couple of days of tedium, with a bit more of a spring in my step.
I was wearing a pale blue babydoll mini dress with white tights, when Ben came to pick me up on Saturday afternoon. His white shirt had a simple collar, but just enough volume in the sleeve that you might feel tempted to call it a poet's shirt. The slim cut black pants and vest contrasted in color and structure. He looked at me with a knowing twinkle in his eyes and I made no effort to conceal my appreciative gawking.
Benjamin pulled me in for a kiss and I let my fingertips graze the corduroy at one hip, before traveling up to caress the small of his back. He smelled slightly woodsy, with a hint of citrus and I barely contained the urge to rub my face against that soft white shirt and submerge myself in his scent.
After realizing that I had gotten lost in thought staring in his eyes, I broke the tension with a giggle. "Maybe we should get to your place before we do something we shouldn't in public," I joked. He flicked a glance down to my neckline, with a powerful grin before leaning close to my ear.
"What a naughty little minx. Are you thinking about having your way with me on the doorstep?" he teased. Blood heated my face but I smiled back as we walked out to the car.
"Would you be comfortable with trying some rope tonight?" He asked as he drove. A thrill surged through me and I fought to think it through. There's always a risk that someone is patiently deceiving you, but I didn't believe Benjamin was doing that. If something worried me, I'd have to trust myself to speak up and I believed Ben would stop if I asked.
"Yes" I said, after long enough that it felt a little jarring to break the silence. "I've been hoping we could try ropes soon, "I added honestly. The corner of his mouth curled slightly and I took in his profile with amorous fixation. It sounded like he had something planned for tonight and I couldn't guess what it would be. It was like the surprise of a birthday present with the added thrill of sex and a little danger.
The cute little yellow house was more familiar now, but that didn't make me feel any less salacious about having a kinky weekend with my boyfriend behind its white-picket facade. I found myself standing up a little straighter at the somewhat illogical, but very real pride I felt about my new sexual explorations.
"Would you like some lunch? I put something together earlier." He said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, thank you." I replied, sitting down at the dining table and admiring the vase full of fresh flowers. He quickly served us each some pasta salad and brought a little glass storage container of pomegranate seeds to the table to share. I happily mumbled my appreciation between bites.
I aimed for a playful tone when I asked," So Ben, are you going to tell me about this fantasy of yours?" He grinned, with a hint of a flush softening his smug demeanor.
"Well..." He started, "I've always wanted to watch a beautiful woman read something that I wrote and hopefully get turned on by it." He trailed off with a distracting smirk that made my heart flutter, but I could tell he had something else up his billowy sleeve.
"I'm excited to read whatever it is you've decided to share with me,' I said grinning back with a playful squint, 'but why do you look so mischievous?" He chuckled and popped a few more pomegranate seeds in his mouth before answering,
'I may have something a bit more theatrical planned if you are up for it.
"Theatrical?" I asked, with a tilt of my head. He placed his chin in his palm, leaning against the table as he continued to grin at my curiosity. "Well there's no script, but there is a semblance of costumes and props."
"Really? I questioned, getting more excited but also trying to keep my expectations low. He nodded and rose from his chair.
