I rushed through my day, needing time to go to the market and have time to prepare lasagna before a decent time. It was going to be a bit of a challenge. Lasagna is not a meal you whip up in 20 minutes. I decided to leave after lunch.
I quickly shopped, grabbing the extra items Ben asked for too. “Hi Jonathan!” I smiled.
“Hey there! You’ve got a lot to carry today.”
“Yes, I’m helping a friend out,” I used that word, friend again. I’m still not sure how to refer to Ben.
Jonathan said, “We are going to close the store this week Jenny, but I will still come by for you and your sisters appointments.”
“We have some family things to settle,” he said quickly.
“Oh...I’ve always wondered if you were the owner.”
“I will be, my father in law is going to officially retire.”
Did I hear him right? He said, my father in law! Guess he’s not gay! He is married! He didn’t have a ring on.
“Is your father in law ill?”
“No, he hesitated. “We have to make arrangements for my... wife...she had a stroke last year and just isn’t getting better. We are going to move her to an assisted living place.”
“I’m sorry, I...I didn’t know, you’ve never mentioned her before. We can wait for the alarms, really, you take care of your family first…”
“No! He interrupted, “I want to, I need to keep busy.”
“If you’re sure?”
“Absolutely, I will see you Wednesday,” he half smiled.
“Ok, then.” I wanted to ask more, but didn’t.
My arms ached as I carried up the heavy bags of groceries. I got right down to business and started cooking when I heard my phone. It was a message from Ben asking if I could go by him tonight so that he didn’t have to go up and down the stairs. I quickly agreed. I was excited to spend time with him again.
After browning the chop meat, chopping the onions and boiling the noodles, I was finally ready to put the lasagna together. I had no choice but to use jar sauce with the limited time I had already. I doctored it up a bit with spices and stewed tomatoes. Finally, I was ready to put it in the oven. It needed a good hour to bake.
I glanced at the clock, it was near 4:30 already. I went to shower and change. Then I grabbed the groceries I had set aside for Ben and headed out to deliver them first.
“Hi,” he smiled. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this Jenny.”
“I’m happy to, really.” I set them on the counter and began unpacking them as Ben attempted to put them away.
“Go sit down, let me spoil you tonight, please,” I said. ”You can tell me from the table where everything goes.”
He huffed a bit but then sat down at the kitchen table as I asked. “I made a huge portion of lasagna, there will be plenty of leftovers, do you have tupperware?”
“I do, in that center cabinet.”
“I figured it would be a quick easy thing for you to just reheat or freeze for another day.”
“I appreciate that. You’ll have to excuse my appearance tonight. I have to cut every pair of pants I wear, so I’m starting with the sweat pants,” he frowned.
“I hadn’t even realized, oh that’s terrible!”
“How do you shower?”
He laughed, “That was one of my first questions too. The cast is waterproof!”
“Wow! That’s good news. Where do you keep the plates?” he pointed them out, “and the silverware?”
“I have a few beers left in the fridge or there’s iced tea.”
“I like tea, I will get it, if that’s alright?” I went to open the refrigerator.
“Of course, help yourself, I could get used to this spoiling pretty fast,” he smiled as I set the table for us.
I ran back next door, grabbed the lasagna out of the oven and headed back to Ben’s place.
“You were right, this is delicious,” he said as we ate. “What is it they say, A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right!” He winked at me.
I laughed, “Thanks.” I looked around the condo at the blank walls. “I think you should put a group of those small pictures together on that empty wall over the couch. Make it like a collage of photos.”
“That’s a good idea.” He ate a plateful of lasagna and then helped himself to a second serving. “This is why I can’t get rid of this belly,” he patted his stomach and laughed.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I like you,” he said abruptly. I definitely liked the other night.”
“Me too,” I said innocently. I got up to clear the table, he watched my every move. I put the lasagna in the fridge and turned on the faucet to start the dishes.
“Leave it. It will give me something to do later. I’m not used to being home so much.”
“Ok, would you like me to help you hang the pictures tonight?”
“No.” He continued to stare at me up and down.
He shook his head. “Come here,” he held his hand out for mine.
I smiled and gladly accepted his hand as he yanked me close to him. “Be careful Ben! I don’t want to hurt your leg.”
“I can handle a little pain,” he grinned and pulled me in to kiss him. “Thank you for dinner,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome,” I said inches from his face. I knew when he kissed me again, he wanted more.
He said, “Jenny, I’m going to be real honest.”
“Ok?” I said a bit concerned.
“I want you, right now but...I’m not exactly sure how this will work?”
Does he mean, how can we work out? Or literally, how can this physically work out? I wasn’t sure. “What do you mean exactly?”
“Like I said, we are gonna have to get inventive.”
“I can try...” I laughed. “You might have to give me a few suggestions though,” I teased.
He laughed out loud, “Hmm...maybe this could be fun!” He grabbed the crutches and got up.
I followed him to the bedroom excited, when he said,“Can I be straightforward with you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Getting these pants down and over this thing is definitely a challenge, so if you could…”
I giggled, “I can help you with that,” I said and pulled his shirt up over his head, then pulled down his sweatpants and underwear as he shifted himself to the center of the bed, I carefully pulled them over his cast and off. “Am I hurting you?”
He was fully exposed, I could see he was already hard. I walked over to the side of the bed and laid next to him. I began rubbing his chest.
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
I whispered in his ear, “Hmmm. I don’t know, I’m thinking maybe I will just spoil you tonight.” I reached down and very lightly stroked him.
“I could definitely be convinced,” he said as he pushed my head closer to his and took control of my mouth.
I rubbed his chest, teased at his nipples and ran my hands up and down his thigh, teasing him.
I heard him whisper, “Damn Jenny.”
Very carefully, I scooted myself down and hovered over him, being careful not to touch his casted leg. Then I licked him. I used my hand and stroked him up and down slowly at first but then faster, when I heard him gasp slightly, I asked “Is this ok?”
“Yes, don’t stop. I just have to hold still and not move with you.”
“I’m sure, don’t stop!” he said as he was becoming more aroused. I watched his fists grab the sheet tightly as he tried not to move his hips.
I continued, carefully, sloweer, I teased him. It almost felt as though I was torturing him, but he wanted it, I could tell. I have to admit it was a powerful feeling to have so much control over him right now. The fact that he couldn’t move with me or away from my touches, was a little exciting. I was bold and asked, “Does this feel good?” As I held him tightly between my palm and stroked him firmly.
“Amazing!” he said in his raspy voice as he continued to moan out loud and grasped harder at the sheets.
I kissed his inner thigh and I knew I had found a sensual spot. I licked him there, bit at him lightly with my teeth as I continued to stroke him. Again, he gasped in a bit of pain as he moved his hips excited for more.
“Should we stop?”
“No! Don’t you dare!” he shouted.
I giggled and then put my mouth around him. I rubbed his belly and chest as I moved my other hand up and down against him until he came. For a few seconds I think he could not distinguish between pain and pleasure.
I climbed over and laid next to him again, continuing to rub his muscular chest. He extended his arm under my head, cradling me as he still lay on his back. I was incredibly bold with this man I barely knew. I wasn’t generally so forward sexually.
He said, “I think I’m going to stay right here for the night. I know it’s early, but I haven’t got much sleep lately. I have to stay on my back all night and I usually sleep on my side.”
“I understand. Is there something I can get you before I go?”
“I didn’t mean to insulate you should leave,” he said.
“No, I know. But you should rest. Besides, I have work tomorrow and need to get some paperwork finished before morning.” I kissed his cheek and got up.
“Jenny, could you bring me my cell phone please. It’s somewhere in the kitchen.”
I brought it to him and giggled slightly as I picked up the blankets from the floor and laid them over him, tucking him in for the night.
“Thank you, you are amazing Jenny, I mean it,” he said as he closed his eyes. I knew he was exhausted. I tiptoed out locking the door behind me.