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✨Pedro Stories Secret Santa✨

'Educational Benefits' (18+)

Mr. Ben x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4250

Tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, oral (f receiving), protected p-in-v, sweet inexperienced!Ben, experienced Reader

for my PedroStories Secret Santa: @musings-of-a-rose 🙏 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Within the first few months of teaching at St. Lawrence High School, you developed an arrangement with the Algebra teacher, Mr. Ben. And it was full of a lot more surprises than you had anticipated….

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It was Friday afternoon after a long, arduous semester at St. Lawrence High School. The students were always the most restless before winter break, anxious to be out enjoying the snow. You tried desperately to get some quiet time to grade their final exams by putting on a movie, but you spent most of your time shushing them. You had to use your free period to finish grading instead. When you really wanted to use that time to get organized for next semester. You sighed. ‘So much for that.’ 

By three o'clock, you had been staring at columns of numbers for so long, your brain started to twist in on itself. Your body ached, your stomach growled, the dim winter sun begged for you to wrap yourself in a soft, fluffy blanket. But much like the school children, you were too antsy for that. Too much time spent curled around your desk. Too much work-work-work. 

But unlike your students, you had no intention of spending your evening playing in the snow. You needed time away from the icy roads and flurried skies. You needed to stay warm. Quite warm. You needed to get laid.

You made your way down the main hall, the clack of your shoes echoing out. You passed your favorite coworker's classroom just as he was packing up. You had to grit your teeth at the sight of his broad shoulders moving beneath his black sweater as he loaded notebooks into his satchel. Your arms wanted to wrap around his middle and pull him close. Your hands wanted to slip beneath his waistband. Your tongue wanted to trace his scruffy jawline and your teeth wanted to playfully tug on his ear. 

It took a long deep breath to bring you out of your fantasy and into the present.

“Hey, Ben,” you called casually, as if you hadn't just fucked him three different ways in your mind.

He glanced over his shoulder with one questioning eyebrow raised. He brightened at the sight of you, a wide smile on his lips. “Hey! What's up?” He tossed another folder in his bag and zipped it closed. 

“Exhausted,” you groaned. “How are you?”

Ben laughed. “I'm about the same. I can't wait to get out of here.”

“Me, too.” You pressed your fingers to your eyelids. “My eyes are burning from submitting grades.”

“Oh yeah, I can't wait to get away from these screens.” He slipped the strap of his bag around his shoulder and headed in your direction.

You leaned back from the door to check the hallway–empty. You lowered your voice to be safe. “You going out to Tilly's tonight?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a smirk. Then with sudden concern, “Are you?”

“Of course!”

“Good.” He nodded, looking you up and down and biting his lip. “Good.” 

You giggled as he joined you at the door. “Also, I'm excited to see what Ms. Ladner's like with a few drinks in her.”

Ben stopped in his tracks, throwing his head back in laughter. “Oh, you're gonna love it. I promise you.” He turned off the light and closed the door to his classroom, still snickering to himself. 

“I'll see you there around seven?” You grinned.

“Don't worry,” he nodded. “I'll be there.”

—-

Three drinks in and Ms. Ladner, the school's biology teacher of thirty years, was on stage singing karaoke at the top of her lungs: an operatic version of “I'm Every Woman” by Chaka Khan. Her cheeks were bright pink. Gray curls stuck to the edges of her forehead with sweat. Her usual red lipstick was long gone and her dark blue eyeliner had started to smudge. 

You and Ben clapped and cheered from the crowd with the rest of the teachers and staff who chose to attend the celebration that evening. Two weeks. No school. No students. The bar, Tilly's, was the gang's regular choice. 

Back at the table, Jeff, the P.E. teacher, and Mr. Menendez, who taught history, began arguing over which fuel in their grills made for better steak. 

“The heat distribution is just as even with coal,” argued Jeff.

“Nononono,” Mr. Menendez shook his head fervently. “No it is not. You are a caveman!” He yelled down at the table, rocking back and forth in his chair.

Jeff turned to him in bright offense. “I'm not a caveman–”

“You are! You are a Neolithic peasant!” he spat. “You burn dirty rocks to char your sad little flanks of animal flesh you purchase for yourself at the Wal-Mart!” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his thick beige sweater vest. “Be a man of the future, you coward!” He slammed his fist down on the table. “Propane burns clean and pure!” 

Jeff pinched his fingers together. “What is more pure than tradition, Miguel? What is more pure than-than-than digging with my bare hands from the earth–”

Mr. Menendez burped and continued to shake his head.

Jeff's eyes grew wide. “--and discovering a-a-a rock that can hold fire, huh? What's more pure than that?”

“It is filthy! It is filth to cook with coal! God gave us propane to save us from the muck! To render us free from the dirty, dirty ground! Peasant!” He shouted, his gaze fixed on the sticky table. “You are a peasant!”

“This is getting weird,” Ben spoke to you out of the side of his mouth. 

“Oh, Ben? And what say you? Hmm?” Asked Mr. Menendez, his eyes suddenly pierced and focused at the man across the table. “How do you fuel the fire within?”

You covered your mouth as you laughed at Ben suddenly squirming in his seat next to you, fidgeting with the collar of his bright blue button-up. “Uhh… well, if we're still talking about grills, I don't –I don't have one.”

“What?!” Jeff jumped from his seat.

“How do you call yourself a man?!” Mr. Menendez cried with disdain.

Ben furrowed his brow. “Well, I live in an apartment aaand I don't have a balcony or anything.”

“Oh.” Jeff retreated. He adjusted the waistband of his track pants and sat back down.

Mr. Menendez was less assured. “A real man would find a way.” He raised his finger in the air. “A real man would use propane to find a way.”

Jeff scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes,  turning to the aging man at his side. “How is propane more manly than coal?!” 

You leaned over Ben's shoulder. “I don't know how much more I can take of this–” 

“Yeah, me, either,” he murmured, one of his fingers nudging your knee beneath the table.

Ms. Ladner joined the group, shoving herself into the booth seat next to you and in turn, shoving you into Ben. Fire burst through you to be so close to him in front of your co-workers. You had both been doing your best to keep a polite distance before scurrying away to his place at the end of the evening. 

“I'm so glad you came!” Ms. Ladner cheered, alcohol strong on her breath. “I love it when young new teachers join the good fight!” 

You laughed, feeling trapped. Should you move closer to Ben or closer to Ms. Ladner, who was yelling in your ear? “Well, I'm not that young–” you began. 

“Oh, you're all young to me!” Ms. Ladner giggled. “Young and fresh! Right, Menendez?” She turned to face him.

“Infants!” He threw his finger up. “All of you!”

Ms. Ladner cackled and kicked her feet. “Jeffrey!” She shouted and reached across the table with desperate fingers. “What do you think of her?”

Your stomach dropped. You barely knew Jeff at all. This was your first time socializing with him outside of school.

Jeff's eyes bugged and his mouth dropped. “I uhh… ummm….”

“It's–It's fine!” You offered a polite smile and waved your hand. “You don't have to answer!” 

“Oh come on!” Ms. Ladner pressed. “Feedback is important to the development of our new teachers!” 

You attempted to correct her. “Well, I'm not new to teaching–” 

Ben piped up. “I've been hearing good things from her students.”

“Really?” Ms. Ladner brought her hands to her chest with delight. “Oh that is so good to hear!” She rested her head on your shoulder. Her curls smelled like coconuts.

You laughed uncomfortably. “Uh… who is driving you home, Ms. Ladner?” 

“Mr. Johnson!” She popped up with cheer. 

“Yeah! Mr. Johnson!” Jeff raised his empty beer glass. 

“Mr. Johnson!” raved Mr. Menendez. 

“The… the principal?” You asked.

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “Mr. Johnson comes by every year at eleven o'clock and takes all us saps home,” she grinned and sighed wistfully. “And then he uses it as blackmail for the rest of the year to get us to do his bidding.” She giggled with evil glee. She grabbed your drink and raised it in the air. “To Mr. Johnson!”

Jeff, Mr. Menendez and Ben raised their glasses as well, cheering together. “To Mr. Johnson!”

Jeff drank from his empty glass. Mr. Menendez chewed on the remaining melting ice cubes in his drink. Ben sipped his soda. And Ms. Ladner finished the rest of your cocktail–which was mostly water at that point.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your face in your hands–more than done with the festivities and liquored-up bonding rituals. You wanted to spend time with Ben before you really got tired. “You know, it's getting kind of late–”

“No, don't go, yet!” Ms. Ladner pouted, her face contorting into that of a sad child. “Stay!” She cried out and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, the weight of her slamming you further into Ben. You grabbed his thigh to keep yourself upright.

Ben's warm fingers found your own. “Yeah, I think I might head out, too.” He said with his eyes on everyone but you. You felt fire burning through you all over again.

“Oh, but I'll miss you!” Said Ms. Ladner. “I'll miss you both so much!” She squeezed you tighter.

You were close enough to Ben that his laughter vibrated through you��sending sparks of excitement along your skin. But being constricted by Ms. Ladner nearly dulled the experience. And while you enjoyed her drunken fondness for you, you would much rather spend time with Ben. It had become more than necessary over the course of the evening–feeling overwhelmed by experiencing the somewhat unappealing side of your new work family. 

“I'll miss you, too, Ms. Ladner,” you pried her arms from around you. 

It took about twenty minutes for you and Ben to say your goodbyes to the crowded bar, declining offers for more drinks. One more teacher decided to leave, as well, which you were quietly grateful for. 

“Have a good night, Lisa!” You called out as you walked to your car.

“You, too!” She sang back. “See you next year!” 

“Night, Ben!” You waved across the parking lot.

“Good night!” He waved back just as casually.

—--

Your lips were on Ben's as soon as he opened his apartment door, only stopping to prevent yourself from stumbling.

“I have been waiting for this all day,” you murmured into his mouth. You stepped back with wide eyes. “I-I mean, it's just… been a while and stuff,” you let out a breathy laugh.

Ben grinned with sparkling eyes. “Yeah, I'm excited, too.” He circled his arm behind your waist and guided you in. 

His touch was more than welcome, but not enough. You shucked off your layers, tossing your coat, scarf, and hat on his kitchen counter. “I'm gonna freshen up real quick and try to get some of Ms. Ladner's sweat off of me,” you clapped your hands with a smile. “If you wanna meet me in the bedroom.” You walked backwards further into his home. “I have a surprise for you.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his lips curling up around the edges. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.” 

You scurried to the bathroom with your handbag in giddy excitement. You undressed and pulled out your feminine wipes to do a quick cleaning of the important areas. You rolled your favorite perfume on the back of your neck. You changed into the lingerie you packed and slipped on a silky black miniskirt. You felt sexy and confident when you looked in the mirror. You couldn't wait to show Ben.

When you peeked into his room, Ben was sitting at the end of his bed still fully clothed, bobbing his head to the music coming out of his stereo. He smiled brightly at the sight of you.

“What do you think?” You asked, fingertips moving along the strap of your blue mesh bra. “You like the surprise?”

“Yeah!” He nodded. “It's freaky! I'm into it!”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it. “Ben!” All the heat in the room escaping. “Oh my god!” You huffed.

“What?” He whined, his excited gaze never leaving your chest.

You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head with a warm smile. “If you think this bra is freaky, I don't know what you're gonna say about my crotchless underwear.”

“...what?” he asked again, only this time with doe eyes and a gaping mouth.

You covered your mouth and laughed. “You are so pure!” You stomped forward and wrapped your arms around his head, bringing his face to your bosom. His curls smelled like cologne and his thin beard scratched your exposed skin. “What kind if porn do you even watch?” God, he was so adorable.

“I… I don't watch porn.”

“Wait... what?” You pull away from him and grab his face in your hands–staring into his big brown eyes for clarity. 

“I don't watch porn,” he repeated.

“Why not?”

“W-Well…” He stuttered a moment trying to find the right words. “I-isnt that a good thing? Porn is like… degrading to women and wrong and stuff.”

You squeezed his cheeks together in the palms of your hands and pouted. “You are so freaking cute, Ben.”

“What?” He slurred through his bulging cheeks. He truly seemed lost. 

“Ben!” You dropped his face and put your hands on your hips again. “I know you were not a virgin when I met you.”

“Of course not, but–”

“So what did you do with your ex-girlfriends?”

“Well…” He straightened his posture. “That's private.”

You giggled. “I'm not asking for the juicy details. But like… what? Did you guys just do missionary the whole time? Have you even done it doggy-style?”

He pouted and shrugged. “I wanted to see their face.”

“Ben!” You were tickled to pieces. “You are so precious! Oh my god!” 

“I-I don't understand what's happening…”

You blinked and rubbed your hands together. “Oh my god, we have so much to cover.” 

“Cover?”

“I have so much I wanna show you!” You stared into his big eyes with devilish enthusiasm. “I mean, do you even know why the students call you Daddy?”

“I figured it's because I'm old,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Wait!” He looked at you in horror. “It's the sex thing?!”

“Noo!! Nonono!!” You braced his shoulders.

He dropped his head in his hands. “I don't know if I can have this conversation. I don't know if I can have sex anymore.”

“No! Listen listen listen.” You whined and tried to save yourself. You needed this. You really needed this. “Ben, you know, kids are kids and the students don't really understand what they're saying half the time and they just kinda repeat whatever they hear from adults and it's not really a sex thing to them.” You stared off. “Maybe it's more of a kink thing kind of–”

“What's the difference?!” He stared at you bewildered.

“Shit! No! It's not–it's not like that, okay? Kink isn't necessarily sexual!” You waved your palms at him as you kept digging yourself into a hole. “Let’s just–let’s start over, okay? We made this whole arrangement so we didn’t have to think about work and we could just be adults and have a-a-a good time.” You forced a smile, wringing your hands together. “We’re just two adults alone in your apartment and-and-and we’re gonna enjoy some time together, okay?”

He closed his eyes and released a heavy breath. He seemed stable when he opened them again. “Okay. Yes. You’re right. We can do this.”

“Yes!” You clapped your hands together. “We can do this.”

He reached forward, slowly, and patted your bare stomach with his palms.

“...what are you doing?” You looked down at him confused.

“I-I have no idea.” He shook his head dumbly. “I don’t know what to do now.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. The students may call him ‘Daddy’, but he was not one for taking control. Something you should have picked up on from the beginning. You placed your hands on top of his. “How’s this?” you asked and guided his hands down your skirt and around to the back of your thighs. You stepped between his legs, nudging his knees further apart. He took the cue and began moving his big hands up and down your thighs. You ran your fingers across his scalp, through the light gel in his curls. “Is that better?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss near your belly button. His lips trailed down and he kissed your mound through your skirt. “Can I–” he coughed and cleared his throat. “Can I see what’s underneath?” 

You smirked and wrapped your fingers around the bottom of your skirt, slowly rolling it up to expose yourself. He looked up at you in shock, ears turning pink in the dim light of his room. The blue underwear was mesh like your bra with a satin ribbon edge. It covered your mound and split at the bottom exposing your labia. You lifted your leg and rested your foot next to his thigh on the bed. You nudged him with your toes. “Do you like it?”

He nodded speechless.

“Do you wanna taste it?” you asked. 

His eyes were locked to yours as he moved forward. The tip of his tongue leaving his mouth, probing into your folds. His hands moved up your thighs to your ass, fingers digging through the fabric of your panties and squeezing you closer. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed out. You’re not sure if it was his skill or your touch-starved pussy, but his mouth felt like wet heaven.

He closed his eyes, dug his tongue deeper into your folds, rolling it against your clit in steady passes. You ran your fingers across the back of his head and pet him with tender wonder. You had been the one to ask him out for coffee. You had been the one to start talking about old relationships. And after hearing his series of heartbreaks, you had been the one to propose the idea of a strictly physical relationship. You had a long line of heartbreaks, too. You knew you shouldn’t fool around with a co-worker, but he was too delicious and too open for you to say ‘no’ to.

A finger sliding against your entrance shook you from your thoughts. “Wait,” you gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Ben stopped touching you immediately, worry evident on his brow. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” You leaned down and kissed his wet lips, licking into his mouth and tasting your own slick. “I need to lie down so I don’t fall over.”

“Yeah?” Ben’s face showed a boyish excitement.

You giggled. He was too sweet. You crawled into the bed and spread your legs and Ben crawled between them. He sucked two of his thick fingers into his mouth and pulled them back out glistening. He started with one finger, slowly pressing it into your entrance and twisting his hand around. 

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, biting his lip. He leaned back down, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue as his finger prodded you. 

You rolled your hips into his mouth. His other hand pressed you into the mattress, pinning you in place. A second finger joined his first and you breathed through the stretch. He sucked and laved at your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly. You had been prepared to guide him through it, having some questions about his level of experience. But he worked his mouth on you like an expert. Tonguing and slurping all your nerve endings, sending your toes curling. Holding you in place like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. And you were more than willing to listen.

“Want me to grab a condom?” he asked, your slick covering the lower half of his face.

“Yes, please!” You grinned. “And if you’re willing…” You sat up and got on all fours.

Ben’s face turned red as he stood at his nightstand. He covered his face with his hand and sighed. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. He shucked off his clothes, nearly falling over as he tugged on the boxer briefs that caught on his foot. He kneeled behind you on the bed, rolling on the condom. “For the record, I’m only doing this because you asked,” he said. “I would rather be looking at your face.”

You laughed, looking at him over your shoulder. “I think you’ll enjoy this, Ben.” You smirked. “Maybe you’ll learn something new about yourself.”

“I–” he stopped and sighed. His skin was warm against your back as he propped himself up above you. “Maybe you’re right, actually,” he murmured and kissed your shoulder. He pressed his cock against your entrance, slowly thrusting in.

“Holy shit,” you sighed, his girth pressing against all your inner points of pleasure. The stretch of him was a release–weeks of tension throughout your body unfurling and sprawling outward. You had forgotten how it felt to be penetrated by him. The reminder was delectable.

“How’s that? Is that good?”

“Oh my god, yes.” You began pushing your hips back into his, wanting him deeper.

“Yeah? You like that?” He whispered.

You fell forward, hiding your smirk in his sheets. “More, please, Ben,” you said after turning your face to the side.

His hips rolled and flicked into you. “Shit,” he gasped, his hands gripping your hips. 

This really was new for him, you could feel the hesitancy in his thrusts and you moaned in encouragement–and also because it felt so so good. You reached back, squeezing his hand in yours and his thrusts grew stronger, harsher, shoving you downward just the way you liked. It was very different than the other two times you had sex. “Oh my god. Ben!” you cried, his hips loudly slapping against your ass. You groaned. “Please don't stop!”

“Yeah? You like that?” His voice still at half volume.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, toes curling all over again. You can’t imagine how this must be for him. Someone so new, so adventurous. Fucking them through their panties. Maybe this was what you needed, too. Someone to guide and explore with instead of constantly performing for. Shit, you were thinking too much. You–

Ben’s hands groped harshly at your breasts. His sweaty chest heavy on your back. His breath in your ear. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

You whimpered, one hand holding you up and one hand on his. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned in your ear. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Pleasepleaseplease” You didn’t care that you hadn’t come, yet. The night wasn’t over. You felt it as he gasped, his cock pumping and throbbing into you–into the condom, really. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said. 

You turned around after he pulled out. The tip of the condom was full of his white load. 

“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t like me,” he said with his head in his hands.

“Ben! No!” Your heart collapsed. He looked so remorseful. You wrapped your arms around him. “That was wonderful! That was fantastic!”

“But I finished before you–”

“So what? That felt amazing!”

“I don’t know.” He squirmed.

“Look at me, Ben.”

He complied. His eyes were blurry and his brows were twisted.

“What are you worried about?” You softly pet his broad shoulders.

“I-I feel like I used you or something–”

“Well, that’s what sex is sometimes.”

“I don’t know.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Look, Ben. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing, but you didn’t do anything wrong. We made this arrangement to have sex without all the emotional attachments.” Even as you said it, you could feel yourself anchoring your heart to his. “I encouraged you. You didn’t cross any of my boundaries. I want you to feel safe exploring a different way of having sex.”

“Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath, nodding. “I just don’t wanna disrespect you.” He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Ben…”  You melted. “Even if you do disrespect me, we’ll talk about it.”

His big brown eyes looked hopeful.

“We’ll do some conflict resolution and figure it out.” You shrugged. “The problem is if you keep disrespecting me again and again. Then, yeah.” You nodded. “That’s something to be upset about.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, seemingly appeased. “Okay.”

“Now… You do have to get your mouth back down there–” you pointed between your legs. “And make me come at least twice before I leave.”

Ben let go of your hand, laughing. “I can do that.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Now get to it, bucko!”

He spread your legs with the palms of his hands, kissing between your legs as if he was kissing you on the mouth. Deep, hungry, fervent.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Aahhh thank you so much!!! I really do miss Mr. Ben! You really nailed the school dynamics - I met pretty much everyone you described in every school I worked in (aside from Ben himself) 🤣

Actual photo of me under the cut if I was ever in crotchless panties around Teacher Ben:

This was hot! I just wanted to kiss him all over!

✨Pedro Stories Secret Santa✨

'Educational Benefits' (18+)

Mr. Ben x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4250

Tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, oral (f receiving), protected p-in-v, sweet inexperienced!Ben, experienced Reader

for my PedroStories Secret Santa: @musings-of-a-rose 🙏 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Within the first few months of teaching at St. Lawrence High School, you developed an arrangement with the Algebra teacher, Mr. Ben. And it was full of a lot more surprises than you had anticipated….

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It was Friday afternoon after a long, arduous semester at St. Lawrence High School. The students were always the most restless before winter break, anxious to be out enjoying the snow. You tried desperately to get some quiet time to grade their final exams by putting on a movie, but you spent most of your time shushing them. You had to use your free period to finish grading instead. When you really wanted to use that time to get organized for next semester. You sighed. ‘So much for that.’ 

By three o'clock, you had been staring at columns of numbers for so long, your brain started to twist in on itself. Your body ached, your stomach growled, the dim winter sun begged for you to wrap yourself in a soft, fluffy blanket. But much like the school children, you were too antsy for that. Too much time spent curled around your desk. Too much work-work-work. 

But unlike your students, you had no intention of spending your evening playing in the snow. You needed time away from the icy roads and flurried skies. You needed to stay warm. Quite warm. You needed to get laid.

You made your way down the main hall, the clack of your shoes echoing out. You passed your favorite coworker's classroom just as he was packing up. You had to grit your teeth at the sight of his broad shoulders moving beneath his black sweater as he loaded notebooks into his satchel. Your arms wanted to wrap around his middle and pull him close. Your hands wanted to slip beneath his waistband. Your tongue wanted to trace his scruffy jawline and your teeth wanted to playfully tug on his ear. 

It took a long deep breath to bring you out of your fantasy and into the present.

“Hey, Ben,” you called casually, as if you hadn't just fucked him three different ways in your mind.

He glanced over his shoulder with one questioning eyebrow raised. He brightened at the sight of you, a wide smile on his lips. “Hey! What's up?” He tossed another folder in his bag and zipped it closed. 

“Exhausted,” you groaned. “How are you?”

Ben laughed. “I'm about the same. I can't wait to get out of here.”

“Me, too.” You pressed your fingers to your eyelids. “My eyes are burning from submitting grades.”

“Oh yeah, I can't wait to get away from these screens.” He slipped the strap of his bag around his shoulder and headed in your direction.

You leaned back from the door to check the hallway–empty. You lowered your voice to be safe. “You going out to Tilly's tonight?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a smirk. Then with sudden concern, “Are you?”

“Of course!”

“Good.” He nodded, looking you up and down and biting his lip. “Good.” 

You giggled as he joined you at the door. “Also, I'm excited to see what Ms. Ladner's like with a few drinks in her.”

Ben stopped in his tracks, throwing his head back in laughter. “Oh, you're gonna love it. I promise you.” He turned off the light and closed the door to his classroom, still snickering to himself. 

“I'll see you there around seven?” You grinned.

“Don't worry,” he nodded. “I'll be there.”

—-

Three drinks in and Ms. Ladner, the school's biology teacher of thirty years, was on stage singing karaoke at the top of her lungs: an operatic version of “I'm Every Woman” by Chaka Khan. Her cheeks were bright pink. Gray curls stuck to the edges of her forehead with sweat. Her usual red lipstick was long gone and her dark blue eyeliner had started to smudge. 

You and Ben clapped and cheered from the crowd with the rest of the teachers and staff who chose to attend the celebration that evening. Two weeks. No school. No students. The bar, Tilly's, was the gang's regular choice. 

Back at the table, Jeff, the P.E. teacher, and Mr. Menendez, who taught history, began arguing over which fuel in their grills made for better steak. 

“The heat distribution is just as even with coal,” argued Jeff.

“Nononono,” Mr. Menendez shook his head fervently. “No it is not. You are a caveman!” He yelled down at the table, rocking back and forth in his chair.

Jeff turned to him in bright offense. “I'm not a caveman–”

“You are! You are a Neolithic peasant!” he spat. “You burn dirty rocks to char your sad little flanks of animal flesh you purchase for yourself at the Wal-Mart!” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his thick beige sweater vest. “Be a man of the future, you coward!” He slammed his fist down on the table. “Propane burns clean and pure!” 

Jeff pinched his fingers together. “What is more pure than tradition, Miguel? What is more pure than-than-than digging with my bare hands from the earth–”

Mr. Menendez burped and continued to shake his head.

Jeff's eyes grew wide. “--and discovering a-a-a rock that can hold fire, huh? What's more pure than that?”

“It is filthy! It is filth to cook with coal! God gave us propane to save us from the muck! To render us free from the dirty, dirty ground! Peasant!” He shouted, his gaze fixed on the sticky table. “You are a peasant!”

“This is getting weird,” Ben spoke to you out of the side of his mouth. 

“Oh, Ben? And what say you? Hmm?” Asked Mr. Menendez, his eyes suddenly pierced and focused at the man across the table. “How do you fuel the fire within?”

You covered your mouth as you laughed at Ben suddenly squirming in his seat next to you, fidgeting with the collar of his bright blue button-up. “Uhh… well, if we're still talking about grills, I don't –I don't have one.”

“What?!” Jeff jumped from his seat.

“How do you call yourself a man?!” Mr. Menendez cried with disdain.

Ben furrowed his brow. “Well, I live in an apartment aaand I don't have a balcony or anything.”

“Oh.” Jeff retreated. He adjusted the waistband of his track pants and sat back down.

Mr. Menendez was less assured. “A real man would find a way.” He raised his finger in the air. “A real man would use propane to find a way.”

Jeff scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes,  turning to the aging man at his side. “How is propane more manly than coal?!” 

You leaned over Ben's shoulder. “I don't know how much more I can take of this–” 

“Yeah, me, either,” he murmured, one of his fingers nudging your knee beneath the table.

Ms. Ladner joined the group, shoving herself into the booth seat next to you and in turn, shoving you into Ben. Fire burst through you to be so close to him in front of your co-workers. You had both been doing your best to keep a polite distance before scurrying away to his place at the end of the evening. 

“I'm so glad you came!” Ms. Ladner cheered, alcohol strong on her breath. “I love it when young new teachers join the good fight!” 

You laughed, feeling trapped. Should you move closer to Ben or closer to Ms. Ladner, who was yelling in your ear? “Well, I'm not that young–” you began. 

“Oh, you're all young to me!” Ms. Ladner giggled. “Young and fresh! Right, Menendez?” She turned to face him.

“Infants!” He threw his finger up. “All of you!”

Ms. Ladner cackled and kicked her feet. “Jeffrey!” She shouted and reached across the table with desperate fingers. “What do you think of her?”

Your stomach dropped. You barely knew Jeff at all. This was your first time socializing with him outside of school.

Jeff's eyes bugged and his mouth dropped. “I uhh… ummm….”

“It's–It's fine!” You offered a polite smile and waved your hand. “You don't have to answer!” 

“Oh come on!” Ms. Ladner pressed. “Feedback is important to the development of our new teachers!” 

You attempted to correct her. “Well, I'm not new to teaching–” 

Ben piped up. “I've been hearing good things from her students.”

“Really?” Ms. Ladner brought her hands to her chest with delight. “Oh that is so good to hear!” She rested her head on your shoulder. Her curls smelled like coconuts.

You laughed uncomfortably. “Uh… who is driving you home, Ms. Ladner?” 

“Mr. Johnson!” She popped up with cheer. 

“Yeah! Mr. Johnson!” Jeff raised his empty beer glass. 

“Mr. Johnson!” raved Mr. Menendez. 

“The… the principal?” You asked.

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “Mr. Johnson comes by every year at eleven o'clock and takes all us saps home,” she grinned and sighed wistfully. “And then he uses it as blackmail for the rest of the year to get us to do his bidding.” She giggled with evil glee. She grabbed your drink and raised it in the air. “To Mr. Johnson!”

Jeff, Mr. Menendez and Ben raised their glasses as well, cheering together. “To Mr. Johnson!”

Jeff drank from his empty glass. Mr. Menendez chewed on the remaining melting ice cubes in his drink. Ben sipped his soda. And Ms. Ladner finished the rest of your cocktail–which was mostly water at that point.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your face in your hands–more than done with the festivities and liquored-up bonding rituals. You wanted to spend time with Ben before you really got tired. “You know, it's getting kind of late–”

“No, don't go, yet!” Ms. Ladner pouted, her face contorting into that of a sad child. “Stay!” She cried out and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, the weight of her slamming you further into Ben. You grabbed his thigh to keep yourself upright.

Ben's warm fingers found your own. “Yeah, I think I might head out, too.” He said with his eyes on everyone but you. You felt fire burning through you all over again.

“Oh, but I'll miss you!” Said Ms. Ladner. “I'll miss you both so much!” She squeezed you tighter.

You were close enough to Ben that his laughter vibrated through you–sending sparks of excitement along your skin. But being constricted by Ms. Ladner nearly dulled the experience. And while you enjoyed her drunken fondness for you, you would much rather spend time with Ben. It had become more than necessary over the course of the evening–feeling overwhelmed by experiencing the somewhat unappealing side of your new work family. 

“I'll miss you, too, Ms. Ladner,” you pried her arms from around you. 

It took about twenty minutes for you and Ben to say your goodbyes to the crowded bar, declining offers for more drinks. One more teacher decided to leave, as well, which you were quietly grateful for. 

“Have a good night, Lisa!” You called out as you walked to your car.

“You, too!” She sang back. “See you next year!” 

“Night, Ben!” You waved across the parking lot.

“Good night!” He waved back just as casually.

—--

Your lips were on Ben's as soon as he opened his apartment door, only stopping to prevent yourself from stumbling.

“I have been waiting for this all day,” you murmured into his mouth. You stepped back with wide eyes. “I-I mean, it's just… been a while and stuff,” you let out a breathy laugh.

Ben grinned with sparkling eyes. “Yeah, I'm excited, too.” He circled his arm behind your waist and guided you in. 

His touch was more than welcome, but not enough. You shucked off your layers, tossing your coat, scarf, and hat on his kitchen counter. “I'm gonna freshen up real quick and try to get some of Ms. Ladner's sweat off of me,” you clapped your hands with a smile. “If you wanna meet me in the bedroom.” You walked backwards further into his home. “I have a surprise for you.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his lips curling up around the edges. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.” 

You scurried to the bathroom with your handbag in giddy excitement. You undressed and pulled out your feminine wipes to do a quick cleaning of the important areas. You rolled your favorite perfume on the back of your neck. You changed into the lingerie you packed and slipped on a silky black miniskirt. You felt sexy and confident when you looked in the mirror. You couldn't wait to show Ben.

When you peeked into his room, Ben was sitting at the end of his bed still fully clothed, bobbing his head to the music coming out of his stereo. He smiled brightly at the sight of you.

“What do you think?” You asked, fingertips moving along the strap of your blue mesh bra. “You like the surprise?”

“Yeah!” He nodded. “It's freaky! I'm into it!”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it. “Ben!” All the heat in the room escaping. “Oh my god!” You huffed.

“What?” He whined, his excited gaze never leaving your chest.

You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head with a warm smile. “If you think this bra is freaky, I don't know what you're gonna say about my crotchless underwear.”

“...what?” he asked again, only this time with doe eyes and a gaping mouth.

You covered your mouth and laughed. “You are so pure!” You stomped forward and wrapped your arms around his head, bringing his face to your bosom. His curls smelled like cologne and his thin beard scratched your exposed skin. “What kind if porn do you even watch?” God, he was so adorable.

“I… I don't watch porn.”

“Wait... what?” You pull away from him and grab his face in your hands–staring into his big brown eyes for clarity. 

“I don't watch porn,” he repeated.

“Why not?”

“W-Well…” He stuttered a moment trying to find the right words. “I-isnt that a good thing? Porn is like… degrading to women and wrong and stuff.”

You squeezed his cheeks together in the palms of your hands and pouted. “You are so freaking cute, Ben.”

“What?” He slurred through his bulging cheeks. He truly seemed lost. 

“Ben!” You dropped his face and put your hands on your hips again. “I know you were not a virgin when I met you.”

“Of course not, but–”

“So what did you do with your ex-girlfriends?”

“Well…” He straightened his posture. “That's private.”

You giggled. “I'm not asking for the juicy details. But like… what? Did you guys just do missionary the whole time? Have you even done it doggy-style?”

He pouted and shrugged. “I wanted to see their face.”

“Ben!” You were tickled to pieces. “You are so precious! Oh my god!” 

“I-I don't understand what's happening…”

You blinked and rubbed your hands together. “Oh my god, we have so much to cover.” 

“Cover?”

“I have so much I wanna show you!” You stared into his big eyes with devilish enthusiasm. “I mean, do you even know why the students call you Daddy?”

“I figured it's because I'm old,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Wait!” He looked at you in horror. “It's the sex thing?!”

“Noo!! Nonono!!” You braced his shoulders.

He dropped his head in his hands. “I don't know if I can have this conversation. I don't know if I can have sex anymore.”

“No! Listen listen listen.” You whined and tried to save yourself. You needed this. You really needed this. “Ben, you know, kids are kids and the students don't really understand what they're saying half the time and they just kinda repeat whatever they hear from adults and it's not really a sex thing to them.” You stared off. “Maybe it's more of a kink thing kind of–”

“What's the difference?!” He stared at you bewildered.

“Shit! No! It's not–it's not like that, okay? Kink isn't necessarily sexual!” You waved your palms at him as you kept digging yourself into a hole. “Let’s just–let’s start over, okay? We made this whole arrangement so we didn’t have to think about work and we could just be adults and have a-a-a good time.” You forced a smile, wringing your hands together. “We’re just two adults alone in your apartment and-and-and we’re gonna enjoy some time together, okay?”

He closed his eyes and released a heavy breath. He seemed stable when he opened them again. “Okay. Yes. You’re right. We can do this.”

“Yes!” You clapped your hands together. “We can do this.”

He reached forward, slowly, and patted your bare stomach with his palms.

“...what are you doing?” You looked down at him confused.

“I-I have no idea.” He shook his head dumbly. “I don’t know what to do now.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. The students may call him ‘Daddy’, but he was not one for taking control. Something you should have picked up on from the beginning. You placed your hands on top of his. “How’s this?” you asked and guided his hands down your skirt and around to the back of your thighs. You stepped between his legs, nudging his knees further apart. He took the cue and began moving his big hands up and down your thighs. You ran your fingers across his scalp, through the light gel in his curls. “Is that better?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss near your belly button. His lips trailed down and he kissed your mound through your skirt. “Can I–” he coughed and cleared his throat. “Can I see what’s underneath?” 

You smirked and wrapped your fingers around the bottom of your skirt, slowly rolling it up to expose yourself. He looked up at you in shock, ears turning pink in the dim light of his room. The blue underwear was mesh like your bra with a satin ribbon edge. It covered your mound and split at the bottom exposing your labia. You lifted your leg and rested your foot next to his thigh on the bed. You nudged him with your toes. “Do you like it?”

He nodded speechless.

“Do you wanna taste it?” you asked. 

His eyes were locked to yours as he moved forward. The tip of his tongue leaving his mouth, probing into your folds. His hands moved up your thighs to your ass, fingers digging through the fabric of your panties and squeezing you closer. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed out. You’re not sure if it was his skill or your touch-starved pussy, but his mouth felt like wet heaven.

He closed his eyes, dug his tongue deeper into your folds, rolling it against your clit in steady passes. You ran your fingers across the back of his head and pet him with tender wonder. You had been the one to ask him out for coffee. You had been the one to start talking about old relationships. And after hearing his series of heartbreaks, you had been the one to propose the idea of a strictly physical relationship. You had a long line of heartbreaks, too. You knew you shouldn’t fool around with a co-worker, but he was too delicious and too open for you to say ‘no’ to.

A finger sliding against your entrance shook you from your thoughts. “Wait,” you gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Ben stopped touching you immediately, worry evident on his brow. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.” You leaned down and kissed his wet lips, licking into his mouth and tasting your own slick. “I need to lie down so I don’t fall over.”

“Yeah?” Ben’s face showed a boyish excitement.

You giggled. He was too sweet. You crawled into the bed and spread your legs and Ben crawled between them. He sucked two of his thick fingers into his mouth and pulled them back out glistening. He started with one finger, slowly pressing it into your entrance and twisting his hand around. 

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, biting his lip. He leaned back down, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue as his finger prodded you. 

You rolled your hips into his mouth. His other hand pressed you into the mattress, pinning you in place. A second finger joined his first and you breathed through the stretch. He sucked and laved at your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly. You had been prepared to guide him through it, having some questions about his level of experience. But he worked his mouth on you like an expert. Tonguing and slurping all your nerve endings, sending your toes curling. Holding you in place like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. And you were more than willing to listen.

“Want me to grab a condom?” he asked, your slick covering the lower half of his face.

“Yes, please!” You grinned. “And if you’re willing…” You sat up and got on all fours.

Ben’s face turned red as he stood at his nightstand. He covered his face with his hand and sighed. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. He shucked off his clothes, nearly falling over as he tugged on the boxer briefs that caught on his foot. He kneeled behind you on the bed, rolling on the condom. “For the record, I’m only doing this because you asked,” he said. “I would rather be looking at your face.”

You laughed, looking at him over your shoulder. “I think you’ll enjoy this, Ben.” You smirked. “Maybe you’ll learn something new about yourself.”

“I–” he stopped and sighed. His skin was warm against your back as he propped himself up above you. “Maybe you’re right, actually,” he murmured and kissed your shoulder. He pressed his cock against your entrance, slowly thrusting in.

“Holy shit,” you sighed, his girth pressing against all your inner points of pleasure. The stretch of him was a release–weeks of tension throughout your body unfurling and sprawling outward. You had forgotten how it felt to be penetrated by him. The reminder was delectable.

“How’s that? Is that good?”

“Oh my god, yes.” You began pushing your hips back into his, wanting him deeper.

“Yeah? You like that?” He whispered.

You fell forward, hiding your smirk in his sheets. “More, please, Ben,” you said after turning your face to the side.

His hips rolled and flicked into you. “Shit,” he gasped, his hands gripping your hips. 

This really was new for him, you could feel the hesitancy in his thrusts and you moaned in encouragement–and also because it felt so so good. You reached back, squeezing his hand in yours and his thrusts grew stronger, harsher, shoving you downward just the way you liked. It was very different than the other two times you had sex. “Oh my god. Ben!” you cried, his hips loudly slapping against your ass. You groaned. “Please don't stop!”

“Yeah? You like that?” His voice still at half volume.

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, toes curling all over again. You can’t imagine how this must be for him. Someone so new, so adventurous. Fucking them through their panties. Maybe this was what you needed, too. Someone to guide and explore with instead of constantly performing for. Shit, you were thinking too much. You–

Ben’s hands groped harshly at your breasts. His sweaty chest heavy on your back. His breath in your ear. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

You whimpered, one hand holding you up and one hand on his. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned in your ear. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Pleasepleaseplease” You didn’t care that you hadn’t come, yet. The night wasn’t over. You felt it as he gasped, his cock pumping and throbbing into you–into the condom, really. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said. 

You turned around after he pulled out. The tip of the condom was full of his white load. 

“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t like me,” he said with his head in his hands.

“Ben! No!” Your heart collapsed. He looked so remorseful. You wrapped your arms around him. “That was wonderful! That was fantastic!”

“But I finished before you–”

“So what? That felt amazing!”

“I don’t know.” He squirmed.

“Look at me, Ben.”

He complied. His eyes were blurry and his brows were twisted.

“What are you worried about?” You softly pet his broad shoulders.

“I-I feel like I used you or something–”

“Well, that’s what sex is sometimes.”

“I don’t know.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Look, Ben. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing, but you didn’t do anything wrong. We made this arrangement to have sex without all the emotional attachments.” Even as you said it, you could feel yourself anchoring your heart to his. “I encouraged you. You didn’t cross any of my boundaries. I want you to feel safe exploring a different way of having sex.”

“Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath, nodding. “I just don’t wanna disrespect you.” He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Ben…”  You melted. “Even if you do disrespect me, we’ll talk about it.”

His big brown eyes looked hopeful.

“We’ll do some conflict resolution and figure it out.” You shrugged. “The problem is if you keep disrespecting me again and again. Then, yeah.” You nodded. “That’s something to be upset about.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, seemingly appeased. “Okay.”

“Now… You do have to get your mouth back down there–” you pointed between your legs. “And make me come at least twice before I leave.”

Ben let go of your hand, laughing. “I can do that.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Now get to it, bucko!”

He spread your legs with the palms of his hands, kissing between your legs as if he was kissing you on the mouth. Deep, hungry, fervent.

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