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This is the second part of many to come in a series I believe many of you will enjoy. It's a nice buildup into the hot and heavy scenes, but, as usual, my stories are STORIES, so many details make for fun, exciting, and interesting plot lines. Please remain calm in awaiting the next installment, but I assure you, it'll be worth it.
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Recap
: She put her head down and continued holding the apple. She was so sleepy. The rain was hitting the windows and the murmur of the conversations going on in the living room were a dull hum. Izzy closed her eyes and felt the apple fall out of her hand. She was going to pick it up to put it back, but sleep took her away.
Forest Point: Ben & Izzy - pt. 02
Izzy woke up in the bed which she and Ben shared. She sat up and looked around. Her phone was sitting next to her on the table. She looked at the time (2:14PM) and then saw that she had one text from Ben.
"Text me when you wake up, please."
Before she could talk to him, she chose to go and use the bathroom and brush her teeth. A four-hour nap was sure to have given her morning breath... again. When she got back to the bed, she first fixed the sheets and then sat back against the headboard. Izzy closed her eyes and prayed that he'd forgive her for trying to keep it from him.
"Hey, I'm awake. Oh, um, did you carry me up 2 flights of stairs to put me to bed?"
Ben knocked and walked in almost immediately. He sat on the bed and gave her a hug.
"I'm sorry I walked away," he whispered.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Ben," Izzy replied back and sniffed.
Here come the tears
, she thought. "First fight, huh?"
"I hope it's our worst," Ben responded and rubbed her back. "As soon as I walked away, I wanted to run back and redo that whole reaction. Man, I felt so bad."
"I could never deceive you, Ben," Izzy cried and hugged him tighter.
"You have to see how it looked."
"But that's why I asked Emma to not saying anything during this vacation!" Izzy confessed.
"You asked her to keep it from me?"
"Yeah, but..." and then Izzy realized that while her intentions had been good, it was actually deceptive. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize how deceptive it was for me to ask her that! I just didn't want my birthday to be a huge deal. The party last week went overboard enough to cover my next
five
birthdays. I thought that since most of the people here had been there, no one would bother making a big deal out of it. This was about
me
, Ben. I'm so sorry." She tucked her face into his shirt and cried some more.
"Well, talking about being sorry," Ben countered, "
I'm
sorry I accused you of choosing tomorrow to be
the
day because of your birthday. I know you're not like that, and you did say already that it would be the safest if we waited until then."
"I can show you the app," Izzy offered and pulled back from him.
"I believe you, but I
would
like to see it," he confessed. "You know, since it's me you'll be recording about when you mark that you're having sex and all."
"Here," she presented and handed him the phone. "I'd like to talk to you about it if you'd be alright with that."
"Well, since I'm officially your boyfriend, and you'd only be allowing me to make love to you," he told her and set the phone down next to him before he cupped her cheek, "I suppose it's only right that we discuss it. But come here. I want to feel you in my arms again."
Izzy sniffed a laugh. "I'm in your arms every night."
"And I love every minute of it," he argued. He pulled her from the bed to straddle him. "I don't ever want to be in that situation again, Izabella."
"I know, and I admit that I was wrong," Izzy shared. "You're probably the first in history to ever have me admit it straight off the gate, so please take it." She laughed and hugged him tighter.
"Alright, now," Ben announced and sighed, "let's take a look at this app." He picked up the phone and held it so they could both see it.
"So, I take my temperature and answer a few answers each day," Izzy explained. "It then processes it and shows me where my cycle is most likely at. My fertility is showing that I would probably get pregnant anytime between this past Wednesday and Saturday, so I when I told you Sunday night would be best, that's what I was basing it off of."
"What kinds of questions does it ask you?"
"Moods, symptoms, sickness, and then I can enter notes," Izzy further detailed. "The entire manual is on the app. I used to have to enter the data on a physical chart and have to look up stuff in a huge, two-inch thick book!"
"I really want to be with you, Izzy," Ben told her when he closed her screen and set the phone down. "And just like you, babe, I want to do things to make you happy. You arranged the boat for that first day because of one thing I mentioned the night before. You introduced me to toasted bagels with raviolis. Can't I want to do something for you too? Does that surprise you?"
"No," she answered quietly. Ben turned her so that she was now resting on her back with him hovering over her. "I really want to be with you too. You're kinda hot and a little sexy and
damn
, you're a great kisser." Ben smiled and gave her some incredibly hot kisses that had her moaning. Or maybe it was where he put his hands. Or his tongue. Or his knee.
"Finally!" Emma exclaimed and ran over to hug Izzy when she and Ben were coming down the stairs. "Are we good? Are you guys good?"
"We're good," Izzy shared and hugged her best friend.
"Any chance we could get that game back up and running?" Izzy asked and laughed. "Lisa's not the only one who enjoys playing games." When Emma smiled at Ben who was standing behind her, Izzy gave her a confused look. "What? Did you guys play more when I left the room?
Oh!
Did Nick propose too? Shoot! I missed it! Well, two out of three isn't bad, I guess."
"Oh, hell no!" Nick yelled when he came out of his room with Amanda. "We all went off and did our own stuff. I mean I, for one, used the time to have some hot sex, but everyone else just kinda went and did their own thing. I think I heard a movie going. Anyway, we're up for resuming the game."
"Thanks, Nick," Izzy told him and nodded. "And good for you. Glad to hear you're getting some this week."
"Hell yeah!" Nick answered and laughed as he put his arm around Amanda.
Soon everyone trickled back into the living room to continue playing the game. Mark stood up and announced that it was his turn to pick his next victim. He picked Mitchell who picked truth.
"Brother, where's the craziest place you and Trina have had sex?"
Trina made the sound of a buzzer. "Not fair. Leave me out of it."
"Alright, I'll admit the craziest place I've had sex in general," Mitchell amended. "I have had sex in the restroom of a certain bar about fifty yards from this house." Gasps filled the room.
"You guys did that too?" Toni asked and then covered her face in embarrassment.
"That was you guys?" Brad asked and then turned to look at Emma. "I told you I heard someone having sex in there!"
"Was it the ambiance of the bar scene, or the pool table that got you excited, or what?" John asked and gave both couples a judgmental look.
"I'm next," Mitchell announced. "Tina, truth or dare?"
"Truth," she answered.
"Tina, how many times have you had sex on this vacation, and have they all been in the house?" Mitchell asked.
"Seven, and yes," she answered. "We're a little tired from being parents. Sorry to let you guys down. We know we used to have more stamina than that."
"Seven?" Emma asked and widened her eyes as she looked around the room. "Anyone had more than seven yet? Really, Tina? Seven
already
?"
"I mean, I know it should be more, but we've been catching up on sleep," Tina justified. "Twice Wednesday night, Thursday morning, twice that night, Friday morning and this morning. That shower is awesome and just has that ambiance as John mentioned a minute ago."
"Hold on," Emma declared. "How many times have you all done it so far?"
"Four," Brad answered.