A Single Moment Ch. 02

Part two of the series A Single Moment. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand the relationships portrayed, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...

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=TWO=

Sara, one of Rachel's colleagues at Le Chic, sat on the front porch talking to Rachel when Ben came home after his last class. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and paused a moment, a curious look on his face.

Rachel turned and smiled, then introduced her friend and colleague, Sara Richards. "I meet her several weeks ago when I started at Le Chic. She's a part-timer like me. I invited her to dinner Friday night, I hope that's okay."

"Of course, my last class is at three in the afternoon that day, so I'll stop by the fish market and pick up some salmon." He said as he ascended the front stairs.

"That sounds lovely, we have everything else."

Sara stood up and shook Ben's hand. There was, for lack of a better way to put it, a spark between them. Not like some silly musical movie where the heroine feels that her destiny has just been determined, but a moment of precognition that perhaps her life was about to change.

She turned and gave Rachel a hug. "I have to go but I'll see you both this Friday. What time?"

"How about six?" Ben suggested.

"Great, I'm looking forward to it." She paused just for an instant and gazed at Ben again then dashed off down the stairs and across the street to her car.

After Sara left Ben turned to Rachel. "So, sweetie, tell me what you've roped me into."

"Nothing," she said innocently. "I just wanted you and her to get together. I've told her a lot about you and she was anxious to meet you."

"A lot? How much?"

"Nothing personal, I'm not a dummy," she said indignantly.

"I know that, but some people are rather closed-minded when it comes to our life style."

"No worries there, she's trans like me."

"What?" Ben whipped around to catch the last of Sara as she sat behind the wheel of her car. She certainly didn't look like she was a transsexual; she was gorgeous actually. She was shorter than Rachel by a few inches. Her sandy blonde hair was about shoulder length. It framed a lovely face with delicate features without a trace of masculinity. "Hmm, she sure fooled me."

"Yeah, me too, well almost anyway. I saw a telltale sign one day when she was on a ladder trying to put away some old display items in the back room. She was totally embarrassed until I admitted who I was."

Ben scratched his head and turned back to Rachel. "Well, Friday ought to be interesting then." He opened the front door and walked in with Rachel in tow.

"Yes, it will," she said with a smirk.

Friday arrived without much fanfare and Ben came home around four in the afternoon with a nice salmon fillet for the grill.

"Hmm, that looks good," Rachel said, peeking over his shoulder.

Ben grinned as he leaned back for a kiss. "I must have caught them at a good time, all the fish looked fresh." He drizzled a little more olive oil on the fillet and dusted it with a few spices.

"Sara should be here any minute, and I have most of the sides ready to go on the stove."

"Sounds good. This will be done in just a few minutes." He walked through the house, heading for the back porch and the grill. A few minutes after he dropped the salmon with its foil pan on the grill, he lifted the fillet up to ensure that the skin wasn't sticking.

A minute or so later the doorbell rang and Rachel answered it. "Hi Sara, you're right on time."

"Whew, the traffic on BelAire was nuts this afternoon, everybody trying to rush home for the three-day weekend I suppose. Hmm, something smells good."

Rachel grinned filling two wine glasses on the counter. "Ben is on the back deck grilling the salmon and I've got most of the sides ready." Rachel offered her a wink and a grin then nodded toward the back of the house. "Why don't you take him a glass of wine? I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"Sure." Sara returned the wink then unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. She grabbed the filled wine glasses and headed to the back porch. A moment later she walked up behind Ben. She had a mischievous smile as she set his glass down near him. "Your wine, sir," she murmured in his ear.

She was so close her breath tickled him. "Thanks," he said cautiously. "Welcome to our home, dinner should be ready soon."

"That's what Rachel said," she replied turning and leaning against the porch rail. She moved her free arm under her breasts to push them up then smiled coquettishly. Her blouse was conveniently open, and Ben could see the tops of a lovely set of breasts. He nodded and turned to concentrate on the grill.

He was used to behavior like this from time to time. Especially from first year girls at college who were accustomed to getting their way in high school by looks alone. It was easier to just ignore them. Yet, Sara seemed a little more determined to be noticed.

Rachel came out to the porch and snuck a peck on his cheek. "That looks almost done."

"It is," he replied. "Could you grab my wine and I'll transfer this to a platter in the kitchen before serving it."

Rachel glanced at Sara and nodded towards the glass.

"Oh, let me," she said reaching around Ben to retrieve his glass while rubbing her nipples across his back. She picked up his glass and followed Rachel into the house.

Ben turned slowly and rolled his eyes. Tonight was going to be a long one, he thought, as he turned off the grill burners and went inside.

Throughout the meal Sara openly flirted with Ben in front of Rachel. This frustrated him to no end. Finally, when it was obvious that Sara was literally throwing herself at him, he dragged Rachel into the kitchen. "Please excuse us a moment Sara, there's something I need to clarify with Rachel."

Sara nodded but looked a bit concerned. Had she gone too far? She kept getting encouraging signs from Rachel but Ben seemed oblivious to everything she tried. Now she wasn't sure.

Ben spun around in the kitchen and looked Rachel in the eyes. "What's going on? Do you realize that your colleague is openly flirting with me?"

Rachel nodded with a meek smile.

"I'm a traditional kind of guy Rachel, totally monogamous and this sort of stuff is troubling. I get a lot of this from silly first year girls at school, I just ignore it, but this is blatant!" He paused a moment and tilted her head up to look into her eyes. "Are you encouraging Sara to flirt?"

"Yes."

"Is it just flirting? Or is it more?

Rachel blushed brightly as she held his gaze. "I might have mentioned that I would be willing to share you with her if I could watch or even participate."

"What?"

She bowed her head and began to sniffle. "Are you angry with me?"

"No...surprised maybe, even shocked, but I'm not angry." He paused a moment, looking at her. "Rachel, it seems like I have no say in this, doesn't it?"

"Of course you do. I just thought...look, Sara is a virgin, she's shy, and she's afraid of guys. I thought you could build her confidence, like you did for me."

"Why me?"

"Because you're different; you're kind and gentle and affectionate."

Ben stood there stunned. He turned towards the dinning room and hesitated a moment. Finally, he turned back to Rachel. "I think we need to bring Sara into this conversation before it goes any further."

Rachel nodded, her face still crimson as Ben led her back into the dinning room.

"Sara," Ben said firmly. "Rachel has presented something to me that has disturbed me and I need you're take on all of this before we can go further."

Sara looked up meekly and nodded. "Okay." She glanced at Rachel then back at Ben. "Is she in trouble?"

Rachel shook her head. "It's okay, he's not angry, just concerned."

Ben sat down across from Sara and Rachel stood behind him. "How much did Rachel tell you about me?"

"A lot."

"Details?"

"Not really, different stuff, more like who you were. She told me about sailing and how you helped her get the job at Le Chic and her drawings. Just about everything."

"What else?"

"That you're kind and understanding and...and j-just wonderful."

He blushed a bit. "Go on."

"That you're gentle and would accept me and you would help me build my confidence."

"And?"

She blushed totally crimson then whispered meekly. "And that you would let me make love to you if we asked."

Ben blinked a moment, totally stunned. He glanced over his shoulder to Rachel then back to Sara. "Do you want to do that? Honestly?"

She hesitated a moment looking first at Rachel then at Ben. "At first I was shocked, I couldn't believe she would offer something like that. She's been telling me, since I admitted that I was trans, about your relationship and I freely acknowledged that I was jealous."

Ben looked at Rachel; she blushed and nodded.

"I told her I was a virgin," Sara continued. "She hugged me and told me that I was cute and I didn't have anything to worry about. But all the guys I've ever met have freaked out when they found out about me. I've been beaten several times, it was frustrating."

"Yeah, most guys are dicks about that," Ben murmured an agreement.

"She found me crying last Monday. We were in the backroom and I broke down when she saw some bruises. Then she told me that she thought maybe she and you could help."

"Sara, you are a very beautiful young lady and most men are shit, that's a given. They can't look past the fact that you're different from what they expected and I suspect that they aren't worth your time anyway. All they're interested in is getting their dick wet and nothing more. Apparently, they stood behind the door when the compassionate gene was handed out."

Sara's eyes were glistening as she covered her mouth to stifle a snicker.

Rachel snorted and nodded her head.

"I tried going out with girls and in some respects they were much worse. Guys would yell at me or even hit me but girls gave me an immediate pushback and then they'd say mean, hurtful things about me behind my back.

Ben paused a moment and looked out the front windows at the world outside. He'd seen the same thing over and over again, when he was in high school and in college. "People can be so petty, so shallow."

He took a big breath and let it out slowly then turned to Sara with a modest smile. "Okay, two things need to be said before we can go forward."

Sara nodded, looking apprehensive.

"One, Rachel and I are in a serious relationship. I don't want anything to jeopardize that."

Sara shook her head. "I would never want to do that."

"Two, what happens here must never, and I mean NEV-VER leave this home. Is that understood? By both of you?" He turned around to frown at Rachel. "No more sharing of secrets with anyone, ever."

He glanced back to Sara as she nodded and crossed her heart. "I swear."

Rachel blushed crimson and lifted her hand. "I swear, never again, darling."

Ben turned to her.

"I slipped up, I know that, but I'm not sad that I told her. She's a beautiful person and I wanted her to meet you. The other stuff just happened but only to her and it will never happen again." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "I promise."

Ben sighed. "All right, we'll try this once and see what happens, okay?

Both women nodded solemnly.

"By the way, what are you doing tomorrow, Sara?"

"Nothing much, why?"

Ben looked up at Rachel then grinned. "Because we're going sailing and you're coming with us."

Sara beamed at Rachel and then raced around the table to hug Ben.

"Wonderful," Rachel said.

Once the table was cleared, Rachel told Sara to go to the bathroom and shower. Then come to their bedroom dressed only in the robe that she would lay out for her.

In the bedroom, Ben knelt on the bed, waiting for her, while Rachel sat in a chair beside him, holding his hand. They both wore robes but were naked underneath.

Sara walked in from the bathroom having just finished blow-drying her hair. She was naked under her robe, which was tented out from her excitement.

Ben reached out and invited her to join him on the bed. She knelt on the edge and Ben motioned for her to come closer. He looked into her eyes. She was nervous and apprehensive all rolled into one. Ben took her hands in his and smiled. "Most men won't do what we are going to do today because they're scared."

Sara looked at him confused.

"They're scared because they have always been the dominant one in a relationship, the 'top' so-to-speak. Submitting to a woman, especially a woman with a cock is frightening because so much is unknown. Plus, it's forbidden territory for them."

"Since they were young boys they've been threatened by the act of sodomy. In fact, the whole concept of 'fuck you' revolves around the act of someone stuffing something, a cock, or a finger, or anything up the victim's ass involuntarily."

"They also consider it to be gay, which it's not. Especially when the guy is making love to a woman who just happens to have something special. As far as I'm concerned it's still heterosexual...with a twist, sort of."

He shook his head with a grimace. "So, it's understandable, on some level, why men are afraid of giving up the dominant role in a relationship and giving up their anal virginity to a woman even if the prize is pleasure."

Sara nodded then paused. "But what about you?"

Ben smiled and glanced a moment at Rachel. "I was mesmerized."

"Huh?"

Rachel reached over and rubbed his shoulders gently.

"That first night, when we stood together in the hallway gazing into each other's eyes, I wanted to ask her to my bed so badly, but I chickened out. I've always been shy around women, especially beautiful women and that night Rachel was stunning. I hesitated a moment and then I choked...I couldn't work up the courage to ask. So I resigned myself to another night of longing until she appeared at my bedroom door."

Sara glanced at Rachel; her cheeks were wet and her eyes filled with tears. She smiled and nodded at Sara.

"She flowed into my room and granted me my wish, to experience what it was like to be loved by a beautiful woman with a cock. Granted, it was a large cock, bigger than mine, but it was beautiful, just like her."

"I took a risk," Rachel said softly as she wiped her tears with a tissue. "I never really knew how he felt about me or what I did that night. The next morning I looked up into his sleeping face. I was suddenly frightened at how rash I was. I'll never forget when he held me tight. He changed me forever."

"So, your first task as a woman, a beautiful woman," Ben continued, "is to find a man willing to submit to you. They're not easy to find, but they're out there."

Sara looked earnestly into his eyes. "Am I a beautiful woman?"

"My God Sara, have you looked in the mirror lately? You're gorgeous. You've got the entire freshman class at Jefferson College beat without even trying."

She blushed at the compliment and added a meek smile.

"Now pay attention, it gets a little delicate after this," Ben said. "So now you two are in bed and he's seen your special gifts. He's not intimidated, curious maybe, even awed by your beauty, but he's not scared, okay?"

She nodded, still blushing from his words.

"Hand him a condom and tell him to put it on you."

Ben held out his hand and looked at Sara questioningly?

"Oh, we're doing this now?"

"Yes, dear," Rachel murmured, "Unless you want to stop."

"Oh no, please..."

"Okay then, reach over to the side table and hand me a condom," Ben said patiently.

She followed his instructions. "Put it on me, please," she whispered.

Ben took the condom wrapper offered and tore it open. "I know it's not your style, but here, in this moment, you have to be strong. You're leading your partner and you need the confidence to do that, okay?"

Sara nodded, anticipating him rolling the condom on her stiff rod.

"So no more please, you're the boss, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled and took a big breath then settled herself. "Put it on me." This time she sounded more convincing.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and slowly rolled the condom down her cock. She wasn't big like Rachel, maybe average, more like he was. "Now, pick up the bottle of lube and coat your cock, liberally. And don't take your eyes off your partner, it tells him your in charge, your passionate, you want him, and most importantly, you will have him. And it tells him that he should do whatever it takes to please you."

"Any guy who doesn't believe that by now is not a guy you should share a bed with." Sara nodded and slowly coated her cock while gazing longingly into Ben's eyes.

"Now lean forward and gently push the guy onto his back. We'll do missionary first, it's the most connected. Doggy style is more dominating and although you have better penetration you can't watch his reaction. You might use it later once the two of you have become lovers but for the first time, I'd recommend missionary because, beyond the intimate connection, you can tell immediately if you're hurting him."

Sara gently pushed Ben onto his back. His robe fell open revealing his excitement as his legs moved around to either side of her.

"Next, place a pillow under me to elevate my ass for better access."

She grabbed a pillow and he lifted his butt as she shoved it under him.

"Good. Now, take a dollop of lube and coat my opening. And don't skimp on the lube, especially the first time. Then take a finger and work some lube inside coating the sphincter. If you have nails, like Rachel does, you need to be extra careful that you don't cut him when you do this."

She followed his instructions. He shivered a bit when the cool lube touched his button and she began to work some inside; penetrating him past the second knuckle.

"Good, now add another finger and begin to stretch him out. He needs to accept your girth. You're not huge but you are bigger than you think. And remember, when you're a top you're in charge, don't ever let him forget that."

"This is so fucking hot," Rachel observed watching Sara move her fingers into her boyfriend. She reached across and began to caress his cheek, running a sharp nail teasingly across his jaw.

"As soon as you think he's lose enough," Ben said closing his eyes to savor the gentle massage, " Add another finger and begin to slowly finger fuck him. Get him nice and loose."

Sara moved her hand in and out of Ben's ass. The smile on her face looked like pure bliss. She looked so in control, so ready to do this.

"It doesn't have to hurt the first time if you take your time with your partner and prepare them. They'll thank you for that, trust me," he said glancing over to Rachel. He took her hand in his and kissed her nails with a wink.

"Once you think he's ready, position your cock at his entrance and lean over to kiss him. And when you're ready, shift your hips to enter him."

Sara quickly glanced at Rachel, alarmed.

"It's okay, babe," Rachel nodded, playing with the hair on his chest. "He's your partner tonight."

Sara leaned forward and kissed Ben passionately on the lips, her tongue darted between his teeth and danced around his mouth. Once again the surge of energy that passed between them made her breath catch.

She shifted her hips and moved the head of her cock past his sphincter.

Ben sighed with the intrusion of her cock. She did a good job preparing him as it hardly hurt at all.

He whispered to her gently. "Slowly work your cock into him until you feel your balls against his crotch. Once you're in completely, give him a minute to adjust to you and then begin to stroke. Oh, yes, like that, you fill me up nicely, Sara.