Rey trailed her free hand along the stucco wall, alternating her fingertips and her knuckles, as they ascended to the second story of the church. The carpeting underfoot dampened the sound of their footsteps as they trod delicately onto the balcony overlooking the hall below. They paused for a moment, considering, before Rey spied a door on the opposite side, nearly hidden flush with the wooden paneling that lined the space.
"What's that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know, but why are you whispering?" Ben whispered back.
She shrugged and lead him on, pulling with her free hand on the door knob. It came open easily, revealing the organist's chambers. She glanced back at Ben over her shoulder, and he nodded curtly in agreement, combing his hair from his eyes with his other hand.
The tiny, oblong room contained the organ's keyboard, lit only by the small, single-bulb light hanging over the music stand and the dim light issuing from the round window at the front of the compartment. Ben released her hand to close the door firmly behind them, locking it for good measure. Rey perched on the edge of the organist's bench, placing her pocketbook on the top of the organ cabinet. She turned expectantly towards her husband. Ben lingered by the door, pulling and pushing it against the nonexistent frame several times as though to test it. She noticed how he was clenching his fist at his side, and it was then she stretched out her hand, palm up and whispered, "Ben."
He glanced at her, and Rey saw the hesitation that had overtaken him. He turned towards her finally, and licked his lips from nervousness.
"Hey," he breathed.
April 23, 1943
The door clicked closed behind them, and they stood awkwardly in the foyer of the apartment. It was the first time they had been alone together all day. The jovial company of friends had buoyed them along through the trek to City Hall, while the liquid courage of whiskey and toasts had sustained them through cocktail hour and dinner.
They had been getting ready to leave when Jessa pulled her aside in the hallway outside the ladies' room and pressed a key into her hand.
"My cousin is away for a few weeks, and I'm supposed to be housesitting," she explained breathlessly, her cheeks flushed from many glasses of whiskey. "You probably want to be alone, right?" She lifted her eyebrow suggestively at Rey.
Rey looked between the key and her friend's smiling face, and simply said, "Thank you."
Jessa pulled her into a hug then, and Rey stiffened for a second at the unexpected contact. She wasn't used to such effusive affection, not even from Ben, but she encircled Jessa's waist with her arms and rested her cheek gently on her friend's shoulder. The room seemed to be tilting around them, a sure sign she had had too much to drink, and she stared languidly back to the main dining area when Ben sat surrounded by Jack, his red-headed friend Hux, and another gentleman from their air unit whose name had already slipped from Rey's mind.
"Make him be good to you," Jessa whispered into her hair. "He seems like a good man."
Rey nodded, her cheek pulling against the shoulder seam of Jessa's dress. "Yes."
Now that they were finally alone, the boldness she had felt was quickly dissolving into something resembling nervous anticipation.
"It's a nice flat," Ben remarked, placing the keys delicately on the hall table and craning his head to see into the living room. "That was very thoughtful of Jessa to let us use it."
Rey nodded, working the pins from her hair that held her veiled hat in place. "Mmmhmmm," she replied quietly. She placed the hat upturned on the table near the keys, the pins inside it for safekeeping. The bedroom door lay directly in front of the entrance, separated from the main living area by a set of French doors with curtains over the glass to give the illusion of privacy. Ben followed her gaze to the bed, its green quilt pulled hastily up to the pillows by whomever had slept here last.
"Can I…." Ben trailed off, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We don't have t-"
"I want to," Rey interrupted him, folding her arms across her middle and tracing the side seam of her dress with her gloved fingertips. Ben bit his lower lip and looked at the floor before reaching for her.
"C'mere."
She swayed for a moment, dizzy with pent-up anticipation and alcohol, before reaching for his hand. She let him lead her into the bedroom, where he switched on the lamp on the bedside table.
"Let me help you," he murmured as his fingers snaked around her collar and unhooked the clasp at the top of the back of her dress. She turned her back to him so that he could unzip it, and she shivered to feel his fingertips brush her spine through her slip. A moment later, she felt the heat of his body as he pressed himself to her back, his hand splayed over her middle, then his lips burned a trail from behind her ear to the span of her shoulder.
Rey shuddered with need. She had been here before, but it had never felt like this, this mix of want and fear, of yes and no, of inevitability and uncertainty. She knew the feeling of his hard heat pressing at her lower back, and she moaned as his hand slipped downwards and he pressed two of his fingers to the curve of her body between her legs, through her skirt.
To her surprise, he pushed her gently away and side-stepped around her. His dark eyes were sleepy with lust, and he looked very serious when he asked, "Do you want me to bring in a towel?"
She nodded, realizing he must think this was her first time. What could it hurt- it was a stranger's bed. "Please," she looked at him through her lashes.
1946
Ben grasped her fingers lightly and moved towards her where she sat on the hard bench. He sat gingerly next to her, and Rey stood once more to move in front of him. She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders as she leaned in for a kiss. His hands grasped the bottom of her blouse and began working it loose from the waistband of her high-waisted trousers, and she dragged her nails down his front until her fingers found the bulge in his slacks.
"Mmmmpf, Rey," Ben broke their kiss, panting. "Are you sure you want to-"
"Yes," she stopped him. "I am."
"I don't have anything," he said.
"I know," Rey breathed, combing her fingers through his hair and brushing it back from his eyes. "I don't care."
Ben looked skeptical until she began to slip off her shoes, then shuck her pants and her underwear. He stared at her lower half, his eyes flicking up to her face occasionally as though to confirm she was still there. She reached for his zipper, drawing it carefully down and working his swollen cock free from the confines of the cloth.
He shifted so his thighs were parallel with the length of the organist's bench, and she straddled his body. The bench was tall enough she had to stand on her toes to keep from rushing them, but she could feel his tip bobbing against her slick entrance, nudging at her heat. Ben guided her arms atop his shoulders and his arm banded around her bottom to steady her as he leaned back, supporting himself on one arm.
She slid against him eagerly, then down, down, down until she was deliciously full of him. It had only been a few days, but it may as well have been a lifetime by how it felt. Rey grimaced as a swell of pleasure threatened to overcome her already, dug her fingernails into his shoulders through his sweater, stilled her hips to try to quiet the throbbing ache in her core.
Ben tightened his arm around her then, moving her against him despite her attempts to stay still, pulling her down against his own hips with sharp, irregular jerks. She clasped one hand over her open mouth to stifle the wail that escaped her as she bucked against the inescapable pressure of his body. Her climax overtook her in short, violent waves, and the harder she pushed back against him, the harder he drew her to him. Their bodies created an obscene circuit together that seemed to have no way of shorting out; the push and pull of them against one another only doubled the current being generated.
1943
He disappeared into the bathroom, and Rey slid out of her dress, hanging it in the closet delicately. It wasn't really a wedding dress, but rather a white summer dress she'd found at Gump's; the skirt only reached her knees and the eyelet overlay on the bodice was only reminiscent of lace. She unhooked her garter belt from her stockings and rolled them down her legs, shimmying out of the belt and placing both over the back of the chair that stood in the corner of the room. Her thumbs were hooked into the waistband of her underpants when she thought better of it, and decided to leave them on.
She heard the water running in the bathroom, and the muffled closing of a cabinet door. Rey shivered in the chilly air, looking absently at the framed pictures above the bed before sitting primly on the end and crossing her legs first one way, then the other, smoothing her palms down her thighs and arranging the hem of her slip modestly where it reached halfway to her knees. She drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a moment when she heard the door click open next door.
When he appeared in the doorway, her cheeks burned to see he too had mostly undressed. He had a towel bunched in one hand, and he stopped when he caught sight of her. He met her eyes for only the briefest moment before he devoured her, his gaze sliding hungrily from her face down her body and coming to rest on her lap.
Rey felt she should appear modest, but she uncrossed her legs instead and parted her knees aways, leaning back on her hands and drinking him in. She admired the way his lean muscles moved over his tall frame as he entered the room and spread the towel across the bed behind her. He placed a small paper packet near the base of the lamp and her cheeks burned harder in recognition of its contents. Her insides fluttered when he eased onto the bed next to her and drew her up onto the towel with a long arm around her waist. She felt boneless in his arms as his clever fingers stroked up her thighs to her underwear, his thumb caressing the cleft of her body through the dampened material.
The line-dried terrycloth was rough against the backs of her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation as his hand slid up under her slip to hook in her panties and he drew them slowly, steadily, mercilessly off her bottom. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. His manhood pressed against her hip through his underwear, and she freed one hand to reach between them and rub the hard length through the cloth where it jutted into the soft flesh of her side.
"You look so beautiful," he broke their kiss to stare at her. His eyes fluttered closed as she fumbled at the waistband of his drawers, eager to feel him, all of him, in her hand.
She gasped as she closed her hand around him, gauging his girth with her fingers circling around his shaft and letting him thrust into her grip. He was… her stomach tightened at the notion of it inside her. His fingers played at the entrance to her most private place and she shuddered as he worked one long finger between her legs.
He watched her as he pressed his middle finger into her without warning, her body accepting his to the second knuckle before she whimpered at the unfamiliar sensation. She squeezed his cock in warning when he tried to push deeper, keeping them at bay. Rey chewed her lip and clenched her eyes closed.
It was many things, not the least of which was pleasurable. Rey felt a wave of longing that made her limp as he circled his finger inside her, his thumb still stroking at the seam of her womanhood. The insistent pressure he applied telegraphed his intent clearly, and she finally whispered, "Please Ben, I want you!"
He nuzzled her neck in response, easing up on her but not withdrawing his hand just yet. She let her thumb play over the tip of his cock, feeling the telltale slipperiness leaking from there. She spread it over the tip and into the groove on the bottom, tickling the bumpy ridge at the edge of his head. She knew he liked it by how his finger stilled in her momentarily, then pressed strongly against her inner wall.
After what felt like an eternity, he rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed, taking the packet and opening it without a word. Rey hitched her slip up to her waist and unhooked her bra in the back as he took care of himself. She quickly dipped her fingers between her legs, confirming what she already knew: she was soaked with her own slick need, leaking even. She dried them on the towel and tried to assume what looked like a relaxed pose.
She felt anything but, though. How was she supposed to appear, she wondered? His nearness was intoxicating but his nakedness made her suddenly shy. She had done this before, but always with clothes partway on; quick, fumbling, rough encounters that had nothing in common with the polite, delicate terms for intercourse like lovemaking. Men, she reflected, had the right of flaunting their nudity like a badge of honor, whereas her sex was somehow reduced by the same. Their power lay in suggestion, rather than in exhibition.
Ben stood and turned back to her, a smile breaking the tension on his features as he observed the state of her clothes. "Would you rather take those off?" He suggested.
Rey hesitated, her thumb playing at the strap of her slip where it had already slid from her shoulder. "If you want," she offered.
"It's up to you," Ben replied, trailing his fingers down her bare arm. "But I would like to see you."
He lay beside her, and she tried not to stare at his manhood where it lay flush with his belly, sheathed and ready. Rey sat up and knelt next to him, leaning forwards to kiss him and pressing him back to the quilt. She settled back on her haunches and drew her slip over her head, and slipped her arms from the straps of her bra.
Her first instinct was to cover her chest, but she forced herself not to fidget as he looked up at her. He reached for her hand and drew her close, her bare breasts against his chest and he kissed the top of her head. Her heart was beating so hard he had to be able to feel it where her ribs met his, but he did not hesitate to roll her over to her back. He knelt over her in turn, kissing her messily as he covered her breasts with the flat of his palms and rubbed, pulling gently with his thumb and forefinger as her nipples stood at attention for his affections. She covered his hands with hers, pressing them to her chest and arching her back as though she could fill his hands with more of her than there was.
"Ben, I want you," Rey sat up on her elbows. "Please…" Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his cock and back.
He rested back on his knees, looking down at her. She let her fingertips skim down her torso, over her pert nipples and to her navel, and it did not escape her notice how his expression changed to watch her do this. His hands rested heavily on her knees where she clenched her legs together, but he broke his hold on her to quickly adjust his manhood.
She propped herself up on one elbow as she allowed him to part her thighs slowly, trailing her fingers lower, lower, lower down her body until she reached the edge of the dark triangle of hair at the base of her legs. Ben's mouth opened briefly and he bit his lower lip in reverent disbelief as she dipped her finger between her folds and rubbed slow, deliberate circles around the small, sensitive nubbin hiding there.
This, Rey decided, was a special kind of agony. Never before had she been able to so clearly see what was going to happen to her, nor had she been made to wait for it. His thumbs rubbed nervously at the inside of her knees, but a moment later he wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned forward, resting over her. He captured her wrist and brought her hand to his cock.
She felt it brush the heated, swollen flesh between her legs and just then she understood what he wanted from her. The angle was a little high, so she gently guided his tip down and adjusted her hips, teasing him slightly with her body.
He tucked his face to her neck and arched into her with one long thrust. Rey gasped, shaking her head and turning her face to the side with her eyes squeezed shut. She breathed open-mouthed as he pressed into her, filling her to the brim before drawing back. She was dripping, and he slid easily in and out, in and out. He made her feel overly full, but she had never felt such immediate pleasure from this act, either. She had expected a pinch, a twinge of discomfort possibly, something to signal a either beginning or an end; there was none, just the steady, hot congress of their bodies. The heady mix of eagerness and nervousness, his gentle confidence crossed with the sensation of his body invading hers, was already threatening to push her off the cliff of her mounting pleasure into oblivion.
"Is this alright," he murmured against her neck as he lay kisses on it and nuzzled her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you."
"It feels…" Rey couldn't think of a word that even began to express how it felt to her. "Don't stop, it feels… good."
"Good," Ben repeated with a small laugh that dissolved into a wet suckle of her earlobe. "That's a start."
"And is it…. Alright for you?" Rey asked hesitantly. She had never had time before during the act to even consider how it might feel for the man.
Ben raised his head and looked at her. "You feel amazing," he breathed. "You have no idea how good it feels."
He had stilled for a moment to make his judgement, and her traitorous body filled in the gap in his rhythm by washing her out to sea in a sudden undertow of ecstasy. She opened her mouth but found she could only gasp, sucking air desperately as she spasmed around his hard length. He watched her in awe for what felt like an eternity before raising up to his hands and continuing to thrust at a moderate pace. This was the part where Rey had never known what to do; it was embarrassing to have finished so easily, and she was torn between wishing he could hurry up and hoping his movement would push her over the edge once more.
He slowed, gazing down at her, then drew back unexpectedly. Rey's eyes fluttered open and she blushed as though he could have heard her thoughts.
"Would you like to be on top?"
She glanced down at his thick cock, slick with her arousal, and her sex clenched at the thought of riding him. She nodded eagerly, and straddled him as he lay back for her. He held himself for her, and she pushed back against him, catching him inside her body once more.
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"Oh!" Rey exclaimed, clinging to his shoulders as he surged up off the bench and pinned her against the wall. The varnished wood felt cold against her buttocks but the hot press of his cock into her eager cunt made her forget everything around her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her head knocked back against the wood with a dull thud several times as he pounded her, each rough snap of his hips jostling the sensitive, engorged flesh between her legs in a way that she could only think to describe as pleasurably painful.
"Fuck, Rey!" Ben swore through his teeth, and he almost looked angry as he reared back to look up at her.
She cradled his head and tugged at his hair as her lips met his, swallowing his moan as he thrust once, twice more hard into her before she felt the hot gush of his spend filling her. He held her tight to the wall until his breathing regulated somewhat before disentangling her shaking legs from around him and easing her to the floor.
He withdrew and sank back onto the bench, laying back and covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. He was still breathing hard and the sound filled the small room, but the wood absorbed the noise in a flat, anechoic way.
Rey leaned against the wall, one hand on the softness of her belly beneath her blouse and the other, pressed against it to steady her. She could feel the telltale wetness of his seed oozing from her, dampening her upper thighs and cleft where her rear met the backs of her legs.
"May I have your handkerchief?" Rey asked, finding she was a bit hoarse.
"It's…. you had it last," Ben said, "You put it in your pocket. Outside."
Of course. Outside. Where they were ten minutes ago. Rey wobbled forwards to where her pants lay on the floor and fished the still-soggy handkerchief from her trouser pocket and mopped slowly at herself. She handed the cloth to Ben without comment and looked away as he raised his head from the bench to tend to himself. She languidly drew on her panties and slacks once more, then sat beside Ben to slip on her shoes when he sat up.
They sat beside one another, not talking, not touching, for several minutes.
"Thank you," Rey ventured at last.
Ben glanced at her and shook his head gently. "I'm the one who should be thanking you," he replied. "I know things haven't been easy between us. Ever."
Rey stretched her feet out in front of her, flexing and pointing her ankles. "No, they haven't."
"Can we just start over?" Ben suggested, his tone light and almost daring her to turn him down.
"Can we do that?" Rey wondered. "I don't see why not?"
"Fine, then," he nodded. "Can I keep you company, and buy you a drink?"
A/N: You know what a turducken is, right? A duck stuffed inside a turkey? That's what this chapter is: a turducken of smut... A smutducken! :)
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