Natural Hormone Therapy 4 (Taboo Erotica) (NHT) Page 2

  “No, they work just fine, Mika,” said Ben. The man following her stepped up beside her, shooting daggers at Ben with his eyes.

  “I’m James.” He said the words in a harsh, definitive way, as though he was announcing that he had a gun, or knew jiu-jitsu.

  “From the play,” said Ben. “Right.”

  In the brief time that Mika had rehearsed the role of Juliette, Ben had made her boyfriend into an enemy, less out of his actions and more out of the intimate nature of the role. Ben smiled at James, trying to be good natured. The look in the other man’s eyes told him in no uncertain terms that it was a waste of time.

  “I need to talk to you, Ben,” said Mika. “Do you have a minute?”

  “I’m kind of on my way somewhere,” said Ben. “Maybe you could text me later?”

  He didn’t want to be around Mika or her boyfriend for any longer than necessary. He’d seen just how volatile Mika could be, and got the feeling that James was a bird of the same feather.

  “No, I must talk to you now!” Mika grabbed his arm and pulled. “Right now!”

  She led him down a fork in the path, over toward a small wooden building that was owned by the local nature conservation club. It was kept unlocked, and Ben remembered how many of his fellow high schoolers had used it as a private place to smoke pot, drink beer, and, well, do other things. James started to follow, and Mika shot him a glare that made the one he’d given Ben before look amateurish.

  “You stay here!” snapped Mika.

  “What?” asked James. “Mika, come on!”

  “I have to speak with my Romeo privately.” She smiled at Ben knowingly, and he frowned slightly.

  The last thing he needed was more conflict in his life, especially one fueled by a potentially unstable woman. But, he followed Mika into the building without objections, curious as to what she had to say.

  CHAPTER 4

  The building was a small, homely structure. It smelled of old pine and dust. A few wooden chairs were set up against a table on one side of the single room, and a long bench ran along the other side. Wooden boxes, each with either a padlock or innate locking mechanism, were stacked along the back wall. A single window let in light from the outside, and someone had, conveniently enough, installed a makeshift curtain onto it.

  “Now,” said Mika. “I want for you to tell me what it would take for you to pick me as Juliet.”

  Ben frowned and shook his head. He’d known that this was what she was going to ask.

  “I can’t,” he said. “It’s not up to me. Luciana is the-“

  “What would it take?” Mika took a step closer to him. “Hmm?”

  She was near enough for Ben to sense her body heat. She stared at him intensely, a coy smile on her lips. Ben took a breath and then a step back.

  “I think we should head back outside,” said Ben. “This isn’t going to change anything, Mika.”

  “For you, it would, no?” She closed the curtains and then moved in between him and the door. Ben was near the corner of the room, next to the bench.

  “No, it wouldn’t,” said Ben. “I’m not going to say anything to Luciana, Mika. It wouldn’t do any good. She’s too strong-willed, you know that as well as I do.”

  “And you’d rather have your sister?” said Mika, a hint of disgust entering her voice. “In my country, we have a word for men like you.”

  Ben flushed, though a part of him found her reaction a little amusing.

  “It’s not like that,” he said. “She was the one Luciana wanted in the role. And the two of us are just acting.”

  “Just acting?” asked Mika. “You’ve read the script, no?”

  Ben nodded.

  “Then you know about the scene…” She took another step toward Ben. “Where Romeo and Juliet meet in bed? Under the covers?”

  Mika reached her arm out and gently poked Ben in the chest. She moved forward a little more, letting all of her palm rest on one of his pecs.

  “Yes, obviously,” said Ben. “We’ll find a way to make it work.”

  Mika didn’t say anything for a moment. She took small steps toward Ben, continuing until she was pressed against him. Her breasts were small, but Ben couldn’t help but think about what they would feel like underneath his fingers.

  “Mika…” he said.

  “I would like to do something for you,” she said. “And then maybe you would like to do something for me.”

  “Mika, stop it,” said Ben. “I already told you, I won’t.”

  “But I will.” She smiled mischievously at him, and let her hands slide across his body as she slowly dropped to her knees.

  She’d just finished unbuttoning and unzipping Ben’s jeans when there was a hard and angry knock at the door. Ben flinched. He’d forgotten about her boyfriend.

  “Mika!” shouted James. “What the hell is taking so long?”

  “Nothing,” she said, her accent making the word sound distorted. “Go to the store. I need some gum.”

  James’s huff of frustration was loud enough for Ben to hear it through the door, along with his footsteps as he stomped away. Mika’s fingers were a little cold, and he drew back slightly as she began to work his cock out of his boxers.

  “You don’t care about him at all, do you?” asked Ben. “He’s your boyfriend, Mika.”

  “I care,” she said. “But some things I care about more than others.”

  She looked up at him as she slowly began to stroke, and Ben couldn’t deny the intense eroticism of the moment. She looked horny and eager, but not for him. She wanted what he could do for her, even after he’d told her that he wouldn’t. Maybe the eagerness in her eyes had been spurred on by his denial.

  Mika let out a small giggle and began moving her hand back and forth across Ben’s shaft. He leaned back against the wall. His heart was racing, in part from Mika’s touch, and in part from the possibility of the return of her aggressive boyfriend.

  “Sometimes actions speak louder than words,” said Mika. “So you people say.”

  Ben nodded slowly, and then watched as she licked her lips, and then licked his cock. He was rock hard in an instant and felt pleasure surge through his body. All of the pent up horniness from earlier in the day with his mom and Alina came bubbling to the surface, and he watched Mika slowly slide her lips over the head of his cock. It felt incredible.

  “Oh man…” moaned Ben. “Mika…”

  She bobbed her head back and forth. Ben could hear the sound of her lips sliding and smacking against the skin of his member. She used her tongue with soft, dexterous grace, rubbing and massaging like a pro.

  He ran his hand across the back of her head, feeling the softness of her golden hair and giving her encouragement. A sliver of guilt stabbed into his chest. He knew that he should stop her. He had no intention of talking to Luciana about casting Mika as Juliette, regardless of how soft her lips were, or how enthusiastic she was with her warm, wet, glorious mouth.

  Mika curled her head back slightly each time she bobbed her mouth of Ben’s shaft, looking a bit like a cat cleaning another car. Ben was moaning softly, and urging her on with his hand, making her suck faster and deeper.

  “Oh yeah,” whispered Ben. “You would make a good Juliette.”

  Mika flashed a hopeful glance up at him. Ben immediately wished that he hadn’t said anything. But he had.

  “Our rehearsals would be very interesting,” he said. Mika put even more effort into the blowjob, as though it was some kind of test that she had to pass. Ben reached down and groped at one of her small breasts through her shirt.

  “Mika?” James’s voice, loud and angry, came from just outside the door. “I have the gum.”

  He tried the door handle, but Mika had apparently thought far enough ahead to lock it. He knocked again. Ben’s heart continued to race. It was scary, but exciting at the same time. Mika pulled her mouth off his cock to answer her boyfriend.

  “I’m almost done,” she said, sounding innocent and sweet. “We just need to finish working out the details.”

  “Hurry up!” snapped James. “I’m getting bored!”

  Mika laughed and kissed the tip of Ben’s cock. Ben smiled down at her and pulled her head forward, spearing his cock back into his mouth.

  She kept her eyes on him, and the two of them shared a strangely intimate moment. Ben didn’t like the way she was looking at him. It made his guilt almost unbearable, but even worse was what it did to his urges. He wanted to take her and fuck her senseless, let her know what the real price of having any sort of control over him would be.

  Mika looped her tongue halfway around Ben’s cock and sucked hard, bobbing back in forth in a manner that was too much for him. He let out a pleasured groan and began to unload. Mika hadn’t been expecting it, and missed a bit of the first spurt, taking the string of seed across her chin before getting her lips back around Ben’s member.

  She sucked the rest of it down dutifully, and then slowly stood to her feet, wiping cum off her chin. She smiled at Ben. He frowned at her.

  “She won’t let you be Juliette,” said Ben. “But, at the next rehearsal, I’ll see if there is another female role that Luciana will consider you for.”

  Mika shrugged, looking a little miffed, but ultimately satisfied. She kissed Ben on the cheek and then walked to the door. He had just enough time to pull his pants up before she opened it, revealing a concerned James attempting to peer in through the curtained window.

  “James!” snapped Mika. “You do not trust me?”

  James flinched back.

  “No, I do, it’s just-“

  “I can’t believe you!” Mika punched him in the shoulder and stormed off.

  Ben smiled. She was a really good actress.

  CHAPTER 5

  It took Ben longer than expected to get through the grocery store checkout aisle. He felt off, his thoughts still filled with Mika and what had happened in the nature conservation building.

  Ben had gotten a glimpse of how much the role meant to her. He thought about how much it must mean to Alina and then took it a step further, thinking about how far she’d be willing to take her acting in order to ensure that she did the play justice. He frowned, remembering what had happened earlier when they’d been rehearsing, and how real it had felt.

  “Sir? You forgot this?”

  Ben blinked. The cashier had followed him to the grocery store’s door and was holding out a bag full of chips, crackers, and jalapeno cheddar cheese.

  “Oh, sorry.” He smiled and took it from her and then continued on his way.

  The sun was slowly setting over the horizon when he got back. A few cars were already parked on the street outside his house. Ben recognized one of them, but he couldn’t remember from exactly where. He made his way up to the porch and then inside.

  His mother was sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by ten or eleven members of her book club. All of them were women, mostly between the ages of 30 and 50, and all of them glanced in his direction as he stepped inside.

  “Perfect timing, sweetie,” said Alexa. “We were starting to get a little peckish.”

  “I got just about everything,” said Ben. “I’ll just set it down in the… kitchen.”

  He paused, noticing for the first time that there was someone knew sitting in the book club’s circle. His former middle school teacher, Ms. Temple, met his eye and smiled.

  “It’s been a while, Ben,” she said. “You’ve certainly grown up!”

  Jaclyn Temple had been fresh out of college when she’d been Ben’s teacher. Now, she was in her late twenties and carried an air of serious professionalism about her. She had medium sized breasts, an attractive, albeit somewhat bookish face, and dark brown hair. She adjusted her glasses as she’d looked at him, one of the habits that Ben remembered from when she’d been the head of his class.

  “You too,” said Ben. “I mean, you… really look like a teacher, now.”

  The entire book club laughed. Ben glanced at the table, noticing all of the wine glasses on it for the first time.

  “I’ve always been a teacher to you, young man,” said Ms. Temple. “We’ll have to catch up later tonight.”

  One of the tipsier women whistled suggestively, and Ms. Temple and Ben’s mom both shot her an annoyed look. Ben brought the bags into the kitchen and heard the women break into giggles and whispers as soon as he’d left the room. Two empty wine bottles sat on the kitchen counter, which explained a lot.

  He set the chips, crackers, and the rest of the snacks out onto a platter and deposited it on the dining room table next to the rest of the food his mom had set out. Then, he made his way upstairs, in hopes of getting a few minutes to himself in his room before the party downstairs really kicked off.

  Alina was standing in the upstairs hallway, texting on her phone. She smiled at Ben when she saw him, but hesitated to meet his eye.

  “Hey,” said Alina.

  “Hey,” he replied.

  The silence was almost painful, and Ben winced under its weight.

  “Listen, about what happened earlier…” Alina started.

  “You don’t have to explain,” said Ben. “I get it.”

  Alina raised an eyebrow at him.

  “You do?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” Ben smiled at his sister, admiring her face. She looked really cute when she was caught off guard.

  “So what mom said to us hasn’t messed with your head at all?” she asked. Ben walked over and put an arm around her shoulders. She was his older sister, but she was a couple of inches shorter than him, and the gesture felt protective on his part.

  “Not at all,” said Ben. “We’re just acting. The play means a lot to both of us, Alina. We have to do whatever it takes to give a good performance.”

  Alina grinned and then planted a soft, hot kiss on Ben’s cheek, letting her lips linger for a moment longer than normal.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “Besides, I think mom was just projecting some of her own issues onto us,” he said.

  “What issues?”

  Ben started to answer and then stopped abruptly. Alina didn’t know about the intimacy therapy, and telling her would, most likely, be a mistake.

  “Just, uh, you know,” he said, floundering. “There are some things that me and mom do that could be, I guess, misinterpreted.”

  Alina gave him a curious look.

  “Just cuddling on the couch,” Ben said, quickly. “Or hugging. Or kisses on the cheek. You know how it is.”

  Alina started to say something, but before she could get a complete word out, a voice called from downstairs.

  “Ben! Alina!” yelled Alexa. “Come on down and join the party! We’re done talking about our book for tonight.”

  Ben smiled, grateful for the interruption.

  “Shall we?” he asked. Alina nodded, and the two of them walked downstairs.

  CHAPTER 6

  Music was playing over the entertainment system downstairs, and there were even more women in and about the living room than there had been a couple of minutes ago. Ben saw his mom chatting with Ms. Temple and a few other women. He stood around awkwardly for a moment, realizing that he was the only man in attendance, and then felt Alina grab onto his arm and pull him toward the kitchen.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get something to drink.”

  There were close to a dozen bottles of various kinds of wine in the liquor cabinet. Ben smiled, realizing that his mom really had stocked up for the occasion. Alina pulled one out and found the corkscrew on the counter.

  “Mom is going to get mad if she sees me drinking without her permission,” he said.

  “Quit being such a momma’s boy,” said Alina. Ben glared at her, but she stuck her tongue out at him, and he felt his annoyance melt into a good-natured grin.

  They each took a wine glass and filled it almost to the brim. Ben sipped at the wine, watching as Alina downed hers in almost a single gulp.

  “Come on,” she said. “It’s a party.”

  Ben shrugged and followed suit. Someone in the living room had turned up the music and put on the catchy pop song of the week, and a few of the more inebriated women were singing along with it.

  The women cheered as the two of them came back into the living room, but it wasn’t for them. One of the women was dancing provocatively, and doing a rather skillful job of it. It took Ben a couple of seconds to draw his eyes away from her curves, and the way her breasts bounced to the music. By the time he did, other people were dancing too, all around him.

  Alina grabbed his hand and ducked under his arm, effectively twirling herself. Someone had the good sense to turn off the overhead light, leaving only the small lamp next to the couch and plunging the room into cozy shadows.

  Ben took a step too far backward and accidently pitched into a group of three women dancing together. He was quick to ready an apology, but the women broke into outrageous laughter and pulled him into the center of them.

  They began dancing against him, or more appropriately, grinding against him. Ben felt breasts of various sizes pushing against body. He moved with the women, dancing with them as they bobbed from side to side. Hands ran across his chest and crotch and he heard one of the women make an appreciative noise.

  “I didn’t realize Alexa’s son had grown up!” announced one of the women. All of them broke into loud, drunken giggles, and he felt a hand gripping softly around his cock, rubbing it through his pants.

  Ben smiled and groped at one of the women’s breasts. It was impossible for anyone on the outside of their little group to see what was going on. The woman touching his cock grew bolder, sliding her hand down the front of his pants and making a purring noise as she felt the skin of his member.

  “Ben?” Alexa’s voice came from the other side of the room. The women pulled away from him almost instantly, leaving him in his visibly aroused, hair ruffled state. Ben watched his mom walk over to him, her movements a little less coordinated than usual.

  “Yeah, mom?” he said.