Saturday Morning
Penny was up just as the sun was rising. Ben was on his side of the bed, softly snoring, with the cutest look on his face that made Penny giggle as she sat up. He really was a sweet guy. And she really did love him. Last night's brief fantasy was just that, a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. She knew Ben probably had them, too. She'd seen his browser history and knew he watched porn, but that didn't bother her. It never took away from their own escapades, so there wasn't really any reason to worry.
Shaking off all the feelings and fantasies from last night, Penny quickly pulled on her neon pink sports bra and black running shorts. It was her routine to run in the mornings and even on vacation. She wasn't going to give up the habit now.
She made her way down the hall to the kitchen, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she went. She made a quick search of the cabinets, looking for a water bottle that she might be able to take with her. There was one in an overhead cabinet, but she couldn't quite reach it, standing on her toes and stretching her arm out, but not even able to get the tips of her fingers on it.
"Need help?"
The gruff voice made Penny yelp and slip, barely saving herself from falling over as she grabbed the granite countertop and twisting around quickly to find Spencer standing on the other side of the kitchen island with a large mug of steaming coffee in hand. His face was rough with stubble, hair a mess, wearing a tight black shirt and boxers.
"Oh! Uh... yeah um, sorry maybe I should have asked before snooping..." Penny stammered, feeling embarrassed and also... oh dear god was she feeling aroused at just the sight of this man? Was she really that shallow?
Get it together Penny! Last night... Last night was an accident and besides, you just need to pretend like it didn't happen. Don't ruin this weekend for you and Ben!
"Snooping? What, trying to find the booze or maybe where I keep the hard drugs?" Spencer grinned, and it was pleasant, almost jovial. But the gleam in his eyes... The way he was assessing her as she stood against the counter. She was suddenly very aware that her sports bra wasn't very well padded, and it was a bit old and tight on her chest, pushing her breasts up and together to puff over the neckline. The shorts were spandex and so tight... geez, why did she choose to wear a freaking thong! She didn't dare look down to see if she had a camel toe or not. She had so much skin exposed... though Spencer had seen her in far less.
Don't think about that Penny!
Spencer sighed and put down his mug. "Don't worry about 'snooping', what's mine is yours." He was approaching her, seemingly not giving her any way to move away as he came to stand in front of her, towering over her with his barrel of a chest. Reaching up over her, eyes still on her, looking down at her as if she was something small to be conquered, Spencer reached up and grabbed the water bottle and handed it to her. "Planning on a run?"
Penny nodded, cheeks flaming as she felt the man's presence. He wasn't pressing against her, but he was barely two inches from her and she could feel the heat of his body, and glancing down, she could see the outline of his flaccid cock pressing against the boxers, hovering close to her crotch. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it was like she was a doe standing before a bear. No chance of escape.
"Well, best get going. It starts to get pretty hot early on. We don't want you getting burned up or dehydrated." He stepped back after one more lingering minute, smiling cockily.
Penny swallowed the lump in her throat. "Thanks." She bit her lip, pushing off from the counter and stepping around Spencer and heading towards the front door.
"You know..." Spencer spoke up, making Penny freeze. "My son really likes you. I'm sure you can tell that."
She turned to Spencer, biting the inside of her cheek, worried about what might come next.
"I just want what's best for Ben. Ya know? He had it tough with the divorce. Did he tell you his mom cheated? Had this whole affair behind my back... was even planning a whole other family. Didn't work out, of course. And when I found out... Well, I didn't take it well. Probably shut Ben out a bit more than I should have, trying to get through it all." He stepped back over to his coffee and picked it up, contemplating. "I don't want Ben to have to experience what I did... first hand..." He moved his eyes up and they were dangerous, roving over Penny's body and then meeting her eyes. "You understand?"
Everything inside Penny was burning and melting. Spencer's gaze was like the white-hot sun. But she saw more than just the sexual knowledge and tension in that look. Spencer was worried that Penny was the same girl he'd met during spring break. A floozy. A girl who was giving it out anytime, anywhere. He wasn't going to put up with Penny cheating on his son. Not like he'd been cheated on. And she really couldn't blame him. What else did Spencer know about her other than what he'd experienced firsthand that week and what Ben had told him?
"I promise..." Penny straightened, no longer caring if her clothes were too tight and that she was half naked. "I love Ben." She wasn't sure what else to say. Protesting or trying to confront Spencer about what had happened two years ago was useless. All she could do now was speak the truth. She loved his son and there was no way she was going to cheat.
Spencer gave a nod and then his eyes moved down her body again, coming to rest between her legs where she was acutely aware that she had a camel toe now. "Nice seeing you again, by the way." He smirked, took a sip of coffee, and then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Penny alone near the front door.
She stood for a moment, feeling like her legs were going to fail her, then turned and bolted out the door, sprinting through the quickly warming air, trying to burn off the feeling of arousal she felt in her belly.
Saturday Afternoon
The day progressed slowly, leisurely. After Penny's run she came back and took a quick shower, having to change panties, not because she'd sweat so much in the heat but because her brief encounter with Spencer that morning had left her drenched. To say she was conflicted was an understatement.
On the one hand, it was understandable considering the history she had with the man, but she was here with his son. With the man she honestly wanted to marry. How could she be thinking about Spencer like this? How could she let him get to her so easily?
Penny had never really thought through what she'd done on spring break. It had just been a fun time. Like most college coeds, spring break was about letting loose and just going wild, then heading back to campus to buckle down and study. And that's just what Penny had done. Fucked her brains out and then went back to school and sat right back down in the library, going over her notes for the finals that would be coming up in the next couple months. Her adventures had been tucked away nicely, but now they'd blown open out of their box and Penny had no choice but to face the reality.
Did she like being used?
That was a question she'd never considered. Ben and Penny made love and yes sometimes they were a bit more playful and 'rough', but it was nothing like what Spencer had done to her.
So the question was... did she like one or the other? Or maybe both?
Obviously, she didn't have to confine herself to one way of having sex. That was an old misogynistic myth. Something she'd actually been learning about in her Psych classes. Especially Gender Psychology. But it did feel a bit... wrong, to like the gentle love making with Ben, but suddenly desiring to be used like a little fuck doll by his dad. It felt like some sort of bad porn premise. Now doubt she could probably have gotten online and found a hundred videos on just that sort of dynamic alone.
It was those thoughts that occupied her mind and made the day both creep and speed by. She had a hearty breakfast with Ben and Spencer, the latter having made pancakes and bacon in almost too large a quantity. But Penny had stuffed herself, then cuddled with Ben on the back porch in the early morning cool, enjoying the mild temperature before the noon sun began to burn. They 'busied' themselves with reading, watching videos on his phone and just sitting in the quiet. It was wonderful. And for the most part, her intrusive sexual thoughts were kept at bay by the comfort she felt next to Ben.
But by the time lunch came around, the coolness of the morning had been burned off and they were beginning to sweat, even under the shaded patio.
"Wanna take a swim?" Penny asked, sitting up and brushing back her sweaty hair.
Ben lounged back, looking a bit sleepy. "I think I might drown if I try. I can barely keep my eyes open right now." He chuckled sleepily.
Penny shoved him playfully. "Are you already some old man, needing an afternoon nap?"
He shrugged, "Hey, can't blame me. Good company and a quiet afternoon just lends itself to relaxation." Ben wrapped an arm around Penny's shoulders and brought her close, kissing his quickly.
"Well, fine. You can sit here and take your siesta. Think you can stay awake long enough to help me get some sunscreen on?" She was getting up, smacking his pawing playful hands away with a smile.
Ben sighed. "Sure. I think I can manage that." He yawned.
Penny rolled her eyes. If she was lucky Ben might still be awake when she got back outside, but it wouldn't surprise her if he fell asleep the second she walked inside. "I'll be right back." Going back inside, she went back to the bathroom where she'd hung her swimsuit to dry, but didn't see it hanging on the shower rod. A quick look around told her that the suit hadn't fallen in the tub or on the floor... So where had it gone?
"Problem?"
The sound of Spencer's voice made Penny jump and spin around, arms crossing over her chest as if she were trying to hide herself even though she was dressed modestly in shorts and a t-shirt that would have been plenty appropriate for church. He was leaning against the doorframe, baggy shorts and a Hawaiian button-down shirt that was left wide open, showing off his broad hairy chest. He wasn't as ripped as he'd been when she'd first seen him two years ago, age and time will do that to a person, but he was a barrel of a man and there was no doubt his muscles were still intact.
"Oh... um, have you seen my swim suit? I hung it here to dry last night." She asked, trying to shake off her nerves.
