Ben was satisfied when he woke up the next morning. For a near second he felt that everything he had with April was perfect. Until, of course, he woke up. He wished he could stay in the blissful states of ignorance that occurred in the morning before you really woke up. When your dreams, no matter how unrealistic, felt stupid and unimportant and because of the pain surrounding it, felt more unrealistic than your dreams. Life couldn't be treating Ben this horribly. It gave him someone perfect like Leslie and then threw April at him in a heap of awkward, kinky sex. And now it was making him choose. He refused. He wanted them both. He wanted Leslie's sweet kisses and constant cheeriness. He would never be able to forgive himself for throwing their relationship away. And April would never throw away her seemingly perfect marriage to become a divorcee at the age of twenty-one. That wasn't what April wanted out of Ben anyways.
She wasn't into conventional relationships, which is probably why she agreed to marry Andy without any thought. Normal is not marrying someone at the spur of the moment after dating them for a month, at the longest. Apparently marriage was as normal as April was willing to go. Why would she leave that for a real relationship with Ben? Why would she even begin to care what Ben wants?
Ben enjoyed his relationship with Leslie. He loved when they were normal. Skipping to the next town to get dinner, sharing small kisses when no one was watching, cuddling on her couch while watching a movie or late night television. But he hated to admit that what he liked the most was the danger of it. The complete lack of normalcy. The sneaking around and the hiding and the secrets. And he knew that's why he loved what he had with April. It was so much sneaking around, hiding and keeping secrets. With him and Leslie there was Ann and Ron who knew and it was fine. Ann encouraged it and Ron shook his head disapprovingly when he caught them talking. But no one was hurt. If anyone, absolutely anyone, caught Ben with April there would be absolutely no positive way for it to end. This sent chills up Ben's spine when he thought about it because no matter how horrifying it was, he absolutely loved it.
He thought of a thousand ways to up the danger; things he could do, places they could fuck. Because above all else, the fear of getting caught turned him on the most. He felt like he was in a spy movie where he was both the hero and the villain. Creating danger for himself to embrace and overcome.
The image of April's lingerie still burned in his mind. He had to do something with it, something that wouldn't lead Andy to suspect anything. Before he left the house that morning he took the panties from yesterday's pants and stuffed them - neatly so they wouldn't bulge or poke out - in today's pants. He had an idea and seeing how April and Andy hadn't even left their bed by the time Ben left for work, he knew he'd be able to pull it off.
Just as the day before, the thong felt heavy as lead in his pocket and he became hard just thinking about it. The name panty sniffer burned in his memory. Some dick in high school used to call him that. And for no apparent reason, too. He hadn't sniffed April's panties but he had carried them around with him for almost an entire day. Then again, he was fucking her. He had an excuse.
Ben arrived at work early. He had a habit of being painfully early to everything. Of course, so did Leslie. She had arrived about five minutes before him making them the only two in the office. They took advantage of their alone time and made out behind the door in her office until Ben noticed Chris jog by outside Leslie's window. He hung around her office for a while talking "budget stuff" (dinner plans) but when others began to arrive and the work day began, he knew he had to act fast or his plan would never go through.
"I've got to get goin', we'll discuss this more at lunch." He smiled widely at her - his way of kissing her when they couldn't - and she smiled back.
"Ann!" she hollered when her best friend entered the office. Ben left and Leslie let Ann in, shutting the door quickly on Ben. Perfect. Ben lingered near April's desk for a moment and scanned the room over once to make sure no one was looking. He turned to leave the area and as he did, swept his arm across her desk knocking over a cup of pens.
"Nice one, Ben!" cackled Tom from the other side of the room. Ben tried to look embarrassed, though he'd done it on purpose.
He got on his knees and meticulously collected her scattered pens, which were actually an impressive collection of colored sharpies. He shoved them all into his right fist, placing them back into the cup while his other hand discreetly plopped the blue thong smack in the center of her desk. He looked around, no one had seen. He walked casually back to his office, hands in his pockets. There was room now.
It wasn't more than twenty minutes later when April arrived, this time unaccompanied. Ben smirked at her as she passed by and she stuck her tongue out at him. Her hair was in pigtail braids, she looked like a child. He looked back down to his desk and couldn't suppress the grin. He couldn't wait to see her reaction. But it must've been five minutes later and Ben hadn't seen any sign of alarm. No death glares, hate-filled emails, projectile objects tossed at his head, bullets through the heart. Nothing.
He tried to get a good view of her desk but saw no sign of the thong. Had she quietly stashed it? Boring. Where was the fun in that?
Moments later Jerry stood up and started to leave, then paused as if he'd remembered something and turned to April.
"Oh, April. You left this on your desk!" And he produced, to the view of the entire room, April's lace blue thong. For a minute, everyone was silent and April's face turned beet red - whether it was embarrassment or anger he couldn't tell.
"Jerry!" she all but screamed. "Ew! How did you get my thong! Give it back!"
"It-it was on your desk - I thought you wouldn't want people to see it!"
His comment was barely heard through Donna and Tom's laughter and Leslie's appearance near April to comfort her and chastise Jerry.
"Jerry, that's fucked," Donna interjected.
"Panty sniffer!" squealed Tom, in hysterics. Ben lost himself at that one. This was going better than he could've imagine.
Ben glanced over at Ron. He was trying to stay as uninvolved as possible and Ben considered that his best call. Lie low.
April stuffed the panties into her purse and Leslie tried to ask what had happened exactly. "None of your business," she said, nostrils flared, trying as desperately as she could to keep her eyes away from Ben.
Leslie patted April on the back and her that maternal look she often gave her. Ben had forgotten how much April respected Leslie and how Leslie had told him that she felt this protective bond with April since she'd sort of raised her into the world of employment, seen her grow into a woman. Ben hadn't thought anything of it at the time, that was before he'd even give April a passing glance. Now it creeped him out. Like he was fucking his girlfriend's daughter. That's what perverts did. And then another fear swept through Ben. If Leslie and April were so close, what was stopping April from telling her about her affair with Ben? April didn't know about him and Leslie. She could easily let it slip to someone she loved and trusted that she was cheating on her husband. Ben made a note that he had to tell April about him and Leslie. No, scratch that. He had to make sure she wasn't going to tell any one. Keeping things simple made sense. He didn't want to ruin his fling with April by telling her he was also sleeping with Leslie.
Though Ben did feel like he was dangerously close to never speaking to April again. Lunchtime came and she spent it with Andy, not even giving Ben the luxury of a passing glance. Even when he tried to make eye contact she would not only ignore him but completely avoid him. Ben, of course, understood why she was acting this way and in fact was nearly certain he'd act the same way were he in her position. Though, he was different from her. By this time, he thrived for April. He felt a longing to be with her. A lust for her that burned in his mind and refused to leave. April, however, did not reciprocate those thoughts. She did lust for Ben in a way even she didn't understand. But she did not need Ben - not like she needed Andy at least. For her, no one could take the place of Andy - Ben was only there to fill the gap when she was feeling less than satisfied. A part of Ben knew this, though the rest of Ben refused to believe it. He refused to think that April didn't feel the same way he did which is why he was certain that April being angry with him would not last long.
Unfortunately for him, it lasted much longer than he'd predicted.
The end of the day came at a painfully slow rate. He purposefully declined plans with Leslie; make-up sex with April sounded much more appealing. Ben lingered around the office, waiting for April. When she got up to leave he "accidentally" bumped into her.
"April!" he greeted her. He'd become giddy with the anticipation of waiting for her.
"Get away from me." Monotone, as usual.
"Aw, come on!" Ben teased and nudged her slightly.
April stopped walking and looked around to make sure no one was listening in. She shove Ben against the wall and pushed her body against hi, staring threateningly into his eyes. SHe was very unhappy.
"I swear to god Ben, if you ever pull something like that again I will cut your testicles off."
Ben tried not to laugh. "Castration? That's a new one."
"Fine," she paused to think of another threat. "I'll stop letting you fuck me!"
"Oh is that what this is? You're doing me this huge favor by 'letting' me fuck you? I'm pretty sure this isn't a one way thing, April." He wasn't sure why he was getting angry, but he liked it. They were fighting and it was turning him on.
"Ben, I don't need you around. You're obviously sexually frustrated and I'm the only girl around for you to screw. I'm sure if Leslie lived in the same house as her, you'd fuck her."
Ben's heart skipped a beat and he covered his nervousness with a light chuckle.
"Except I'd never sleep with Leslie and you're fucking sexy." It was a horrible response but it was the only thing that he could push out of his mouth before his hands began shaking nervously.
April smiled and looked down, noticing for the first time how close they'd been and that she could feel his erection.
"Where's Andy?" Ben noticed this was becoming a sort of pre-sex ritual. If he didn't ask where Andy was, he at least took a minute to think about it.
"In the car waiting."
"We better be fast."
Ben grabbed April's wrist before giving her a second thought. He pulled her around the corner searching for an at least semi-private location. At the end of the hall he spotted and elevator. Would that work? Send it to the top floor? No one was really up there, most people had gone home. They could be quick, they'd really done nothing but quick. Ben dashed for the elevator, still clutching April's wrist and ignoring her requests to stop squeezing so hard.
When he arrived at the elevator doors he pushed the button a few times and then pulled April in by her shoulders, kissing her roughly and not romantically at all, not that they'd ever been romantic together. She hesitated to kiss back and he feared momentarily that she wasn't willing to go through with it that evening. He hadn't really given her much of an option. Though, she gave in and opened her mouth to better access his. Ben was relieves and felt himself harden even more below his belt.
The elevator arrived and when they went in April listlessly asked where they were going and Ben didn't bother to answer. Before even allowing the doors to close, Ben began to undo is belt and pants. April had caught on and pulled down her panties and slide up her skirt. Ben grabbed her waist, pulling her against him and lifting her up. She reached behind her and pushed the button for the top floor and began bobbing her body up and down.
"Fucking..." Ben groaned. "Go faster!"
April went as fast as she could, pushing down on Ben's shoulders and suppressing her cries to low soft moans.
They reached the top floor much sooner than they'd anticipated. Ben wasn't nearly done yet. April reached back to hit the "close door" button and Ben, very impatient, spun her around against the wall and began thrusting himself into her as fast as he could. Much better.
Things went great for about a minute. April cried out louder each time but Ben didn't mind because he knew it meant he was doing a good job. But then something happened that somehow neither of them had really predicted. The elevator had been called and was moving steadily down to the second floor.
"Fuck!" Ben shouted. He turned around and hit the button for the top floor repetitively, as if there was some chance of it returning.
"Let me down!" April shouted, still pinned against the wall, kicking at the air. He dropped her reluctantly. The sign above the door flashed "2." April flattened her skirt and positioned herself artfully in front of Ben to hide his stiff cock from the view of the whoever may be entering the elevator. The doors swung open and the man who stepped in Ben didn't recognize but April knew him as Kyle, the man who frequently had his shoes shined by Andy.
They both smiled as innocently as they could manage though they probably looked undoubtedly guilty. Ben winced slightly, he desperately needed to be finished off. He prayed silently that April wouldn't accidentally step to the side. He lowered his hand and began to stroke his throbbing manhood. He looked down and noticed April's panties wrapped around one of her ankles. He prayed again that the older man in the elevator wouldn't look down. After what felt like hours they reached the bottom floor. The man paused to allow them off first.
"We're going to the basement," April told the man.
"But there is no basement."
"Yes there is Kyle, duh!" April glared at him and Ben smiled trying his best not to give away what he was doing behind April. The man left and April hit the top floor button again. Ben let out a low moan and April eyed him suspiciously.
"Ew Ben, stop jacking off in the elevator." She grinned her demonic half smile. Ben looked as if he'd burst at any moment. April lowered to her knees knowing that it probably wouldn't take until they got to the top floor and began sucking him off. He warned her he was about to come but she didn't stop. He took April's hair in his fists and tilted his head back, moaning and came in her mouth. It took him a moment to believe that she'd actually done that, what so few girls he'd been with had done. What Leslie would never do.
She stood up and he leaned in to kiss her face and began to whisper in her ear.
"Don't thank me," she said. "I'm not a whore." Ben didn't know how to respond so he kissed her again.
"And don't worry," she continued. "You'll pay me back later." Ben liked that April saw this as a reoccurring engagement like he had.
"Don't forget your erm..." he said awkwardly as they neared the first floor. She bent down , pulled her panties off her ankle and stuffed them in her purse.
"I think I'll keep these this time."