Ben Sanders asked Cynthia Dumas to stop by his apartment after school. He told her he wanted to see her there so they could talk without fear of being interrupted. The student appeared reluctant at first, but eventually she agreed.
Cynthia was a very attractive girl, one of the prettiest female students attending Jamestown High. But, like the other girls Ben was paying special attention to, she was in the midst of a personal crisis. He knew that because several other girls told him she'd recently broken up with her long-time boyfriend, and was taking it very hard. He had wanted Cynthia for a long time and believed now, when she was vulnerable, would be the time to make his move. He thought about what he hoped would happen once the lovely young woman arrived and felt his heartbeat quicken.
There was a knock at the door. Ben answered it. Cynthia looked wonderful! Her outfit, an off-the shoulder jersey tank top with short sleeves, and an impossibly tight denim skirt with buttons down the front, clung lovingly to her sumptuous body. Her dark hair, loose and curly, framed her lovely face.
"Ah...hi, Mr. Sanders," she said. Her eyes showed how nervous she was. It looked to Ben like if he said, "Boo!" she'd jump right out of her skin.
Ben held the door for her and she walked into his apartment.
Cynthia stood in his living room, twirling the ends of her hair in one hand, looking at Ben expectantly. "What did you want to talk to me about Mr. Sanders?" she asked.
"I've heard things aren't going well for you right now, Cynthia," Ben said. He walked across the living room and sat down in a chair. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Cynthia?' he said, gesturing to his sofa, which sat across the room from him, near where the girl was standing.
Cynthia sat down on the sofa. She kept her knees together primly. Her fingers continued to toy with her hair. "What have you heard?" she asked.
"Well, several people have told me they think you've been acting depressed lately. Is that true?" he asked.
Cynthia, staring at her knees, nodded.
"Can you tell me what's making you depressed?" Ben asked.
"It's...it's nothing," Cynthia said, reddening. She continued to stare vacantly at the floor in front of her.
Ben got up, walked to the sofa, and knelt in front of Cynthia. He took her chin gently in his hand and lifted her face so he could look at her. "Cynthia, I know something is upsetting you," he said softly. "Please, tell me what it is. I'd like to be able to help you."
"I...I don't know. I..." the girl stammered. Her eyes began to fill with tears. She took a deep breath. "It's...I, look, I just realized I'm not really worth much, you know?"
"Cynthia, how can you say that?" Ben asked. It looked like what he'd been told was true. Even bright, pretty girls can have fragile egos.
"I can tell, I'm not blind," she said. "Look, if you have to know, my boyfriend, Ted, he broke up with me a couple of weeks ago. When he started going out with Melanie Wilkins, I figured out why. He didn't want me because I'm kinda fat and I'm not pretty like Melanie is, and..."
"My God, Cynthia, how can you say that about yourself?" Ben said. "I, for one, happen to think you're very attractive. And there's no way anyone could ever call you fat."
Cynthia's wide brown eyes widened as she looked into Ben's eyes. "Do you...do you...you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"I think you're very pretty," Ben told her. He caressed her cheek gently with his fingers and saw her look soften. He combed his fingers through her silken hair and could see the puzzled look on her face as she processed what he was saying. "And I also happen to think you're very special," he said softly. "Very special, indeed!" He put his arms on her waist and leaned toward her. "Cynthia, could you use a hug?"
"Ye...yes," Cynthia replied. She moved into Ben's arms and laid her head on his shoulder. "Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!" she murmured as his arms slid around her full, firm body, "I...I feel so awful!" Then she leaned back in his arms and looked at him. "Did...did you...really mean what...what you said? Do you really think I'm pretty and...and special?" she asked softly.
"Yes," Ben said. "I think you're just about the most special woman I've ever met." The look in the girl's eyes told him she was falling under the spell he was trying to create, so, slowly he moved his face toward hers. He felt exultation rushing through him when their lips joined. Cynthia's sweet, moist lips pressed against his.
"No!" Ben said, breaking the kiss and leaning back. "I...I can't allow myself to get out of control like that," he exclaimed. "Cynthia, I...I'm so sorry," he said. "I...I apologize. I...I don't know what came over me."
"That's OK, Mr. Sanders," the girl said softly. Her face was a bit flushed and she seemed to be breathing more rapidly than she had been. "It...it felt kinda...you know...kinda nice."
"I...I know it did," Ben said. "But I need to get you out of here. If...if I don't, I...I'm afraid I'll..."
"What...what if...what if I don't want to leave?" Cynthia murmured. "What...what if...what if I said I...I...I want you to...to kiss me again?"
"Cynthia, you need to think about what you're saying," Ben responded.
A determined look formed on the young woman's face. "I know what I'm saying...and what I want," she said softly.
Ben's heart began pounding even harder when he pressed his lips against hers again. This time her tongue snaked into his mouth and teased his. Jolt after jolt of delectable sensation shook him.
When their second kiss ended, Ben stood up and pulled Cynthia to her feet and into his arms. She snuggled against him, burying her face against his chest. He wanted to make love with her more than he'd ever wanted to make love with anyone and hoped he wouldn't make a mistake that would spook her.
"Cynthia, I can't help myself! I want you," Ben whispered, "I want to show you just how special I believe you are. But...but I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
"I...I want you, too," Cynthia whispered. "I...you...you do make me feel special and..."
That was all Ben needed to hear. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom, noting with jubilation that she offered no resistance. When the got in the bedroom, he grabbed the hem of her sweat shirt and lifted it over her head. Cynthia, breathing hard, raised her arms to make it easier for him to pull the garment over her head. Ben slid his hands lightly up her arms and she shuddered. He ardently stared at the tips of her breasts as they swelled against the lacy bra she had on.
"God, Mr. Sanders!!!!" Cynthia murmured. "That...that feels so neat! Your touch is so soft!"
Ben, his hands shaking, placed his hands on her bra-covered breasts and began to tease her nipples.
"Ohhhhh!!!!" Cynthia moaned. She leaned against him.
The girl's soft hair tickled Ben's face and he could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. This was going much better than he thought it would! After giving Cynthia's lovely young breasts considerable attention and arousing the young woman to the point where her need was evident, Ben slid his hands down over her undulating belly and started opening the buttons that held her skirt closed. When he had them open, he let the loosened garment drop to the floor. He knelt in front of her and began caressing her legs and bottom.
