Roommates with Benefits

The lock clicked and apartment doors opened, letting loud voices in.

"And then! And then - get it - he shouts 'It's not my glove you touch, but keep going!'" Ben stepped in, tossing a key onto a cabinet by the door without looking.

"Pfft! And I thought that our parties were wild!" Jess busted from laughing following him inside.

The switch flicked and the apartment lighted up forcing them both to squint and groan.

"Sorry!" with another flick Ben dimmed half the lights.

They both met at a heavy metal concert. Ben's gray hair, so contrasting with his black leather jacket, was styled into a mohawk. Chains were wrapped around his wrists and leather pants. He left his jackboots by the door and went towards the living room. Outside of his attire he was tall and sturdy, with a nondescriptive face and a square chin.

Jess threw quick glances left and right, learning the layout, and headed into the kitchen.

"The beer's in the fridge!" shouted Ben.

"Nah water's good! Hey, is that an ice maker you have here? Sick!"

Jess returned to the living room with a glass in hand. Stomping on the floor in her high-soled spiked boots she was almost as tall as Ben. Her fit legs were wrapped in ripped tights. A black dress with belts wrapping around her slim waist was short enough to draw attention to her legs and round butt, and a deep cleavage highlighted her massive breasts, bouncing up and down with every step. Long stands of her raven-black hair were falling down her back shoulders and even into cleavage. A spiked choker was wrapped around her neck, a cross was hanging from her left ear, and a row of dinging metal rings was piercing her right ear.

Her face, despite being heavily covered in black and white makeup was still too young - Jess was at best half Ben's age.

"Sick place," she complimented while sizing up the room. "No way! This much space and a second floor?! Imagine the parties you could throw in here!"

She marched towards the far end of a room where Ben kept his Vinyl collection. Ben followed her with his eyes, gazing at the way her dress swung up and down with each step - just barely not letting him see her hips.

"Killer, Manofight, Ramingstone, Dark Weekend, oh, some underground bands too..." mumbled Jess looking through vinyls while slightly bending. "Ha! This live recording is from the year I was born!" Jess turned around on a heel, her hair and dress swinging. "You know, Ben, I kept wondering if you're just some old creep that goes on concerts to pry on girls, but you seem alright!"

"Fuck you! I knew band lyrics better than you all!"

"You did me solid pulling me out of moshpit too. So, you're cool, for a granpa!" giggled Jess.

"Ouch."

"Speaking of my friends..." Jess pulled out a phone, "Ah, crashed in the park. With more alcohol!"

"Wanna join them?"

"Nah, it's fine. I got tired of all the people, and here you have a nice and quiet place. Wonder what we could do in here?" Jess shot a quick glance tilting her head sideways, her black lips smirking.

Ben sighted. This was the unpleasant part that he had to go through, lest he be a bastard.

"Jess, just so we're clear. I'm extremely busy working man, and this was my only day off for a while. In the morning I'll be gone - and you should be too. I'm no longer looking for love or relations. If you are not fine with this - I'll order you taxi right away. Or we may chill for a while and listen to some music. There's a spare bedroom too. Either way, I won't force you to do anything you don't want."

"Hmm, so formal..." said Jess, tilting her head as she studied Ben. "Taxis, sleeping... No fun! Anything else we can do in here?" she asked, putting the glass down and stepping closer towards him.

"Well," Ben said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist, "I might have a few ideas."

Jess leaned in, and their lips met. Ben embraced Jess, hugging her tightly and feeling the heat of her body, the firmness of her breasts pressing against his chest, and the bitter taste of makeup on her lips.

Still kissing, they stepped sideways towards the coach. Their tongues twisted and played with each other, but Jess surprised him - as his tongue reached into her mouth she sucked him further in while sensually toying with the tip of her tongue like she was already giving him a skilled blowjob. Ben leaned back and Jess chuckled in satisfaction.

She lightly pushed onto his chest, and he landed on a coach obeying her.

"Isn't this more fun?" she asked rhetorically, placing her knees around his tights before mounting his lap.

Slowly but confidently Ben traced his fingers from her waist to her belly then up her chest, enjoying the sight he was getting. Their eyes met.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"You're absolutely gorgeous."

His palms landed on her massive breasts and Jess let out a soft moan. Ben squeezed, and even though he sensed a sturdy bra underneath her dress, the sensation of her breasts was amazing. Ben pushed her boobs up and then let them fall, mesmerized by the bouncing with almost child-like amazement that contrasted so much with his stern face.

Jess giggled, amused by the power her curves had over this strong older man, then leaned in closer - trapping his face between her boobs and grinding her body over his.

Ben moved his hands further down while planting kisses in her cleavage. His hands traced up from her knees feeling her ripped pantyhose, then the supporting straps, and then the bare skin of her tights and squeezing her firm booty. As nice as it was, Ben sensed he was about to get smothered by Jess' massive breasts that were cutting all the air, so he delivered a firm smack on her buttock and gently pushed her shoulder up with a hand.

"Behave, young lady," his fingers dodged spikes of her collar and caressed her cheek. "Smothering me out of the blue. Where are your manners?"

"Oh, I love that!" Jess' eyes light up with enthusiasm. "But what do I get for being good?"

"Well, we may think of something."

Ben let go of her buttock and moved his hand in front. Going around her hip and tracing fingers on her panties made her shiver. Jess gasped, goosebumps appearing even on her exposed parts of breasts, but Ben was so confident in his action that she didn't even dare to stop him and instead raised up on her knees granting him the best possible access.

Ben's fingers were now firmly planted on her mound, the heat and dampness of her panties betraying her arousal.

"That's it," on the other hand he caressed her painted white cheek again and moved his thumb towards her lips covered by the black lipstick. "Will you be good for me, girl?"

"Ugh-huh!" she moaned, sucking his thumb and grinding her pelvis against his palm with enthusiasm.

"That's a good... obedient... girl," he commented, enjoying the sight of a young woman losing her mind to lust from just his touch.

The night was young and Ben wanted to savor it al. He gently moved his palm up and down, matching her rhythm.

"You want even more of a reward?" he asked, pulling his thumb from her mouth.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... please?" she begged in a pleading voice.

"Yes, please," he agreed.

Whether it was a lucky shot, or Jess had sensed that Ben hated honorary titles like "Sir" or "Master", as they reminded him too much of his work. But a gorgeous young lady begging for his help? What kind of man must he be to refuse the request?!

He pushed her panties to the side and grabbed firmly her young pussy with his strong fingers. His thumb traced over the cleanly shaved pubis, while his middle finger infallibly landed on her clit. Jess gasped grabbing on his shoulders with her eyes and mouth wide open. Looking her straight in the eyes Ben smiled, as his fingers began playing with her clit and wet lips of her pussy. He grabbed her by the collar and gently pulled, restricting her blood flow while letting her breathe with full lungs.

Jess' whole body trembled, and she gave a loud moan, then another one. Her hips began buckling, but Ben didn't let go even for a moment as his fingers tore into a dripping wet pussy sending shiver after shiver over her whole body.

"Ah! Ah! A-a-a-a-ah!" Jess screamed, as her whole world shrunk to a strong pair of hands controlling her neck and vagina, in a way that turned her into a needy dripping mess. With a final stroke of her hips, she finally tipped over and exploded with a powerful orgasm that shook her to the core.

Ben let go of her neck and pulled her close, letting her scream into his shoulder. He caressed her hair, and when she finally fell silent he gently kissed her ear before whispering: "Ready for another round?"

"O-o-oh yeah," she exhaled while still hugging him. "You rock, old man, I give you that..."

Ben chuckled and helped her to pull her leg to the other side so that he could lift her up. His plan was to carry her to his bed, and then bang her right in their attire before collapsing from exhaustion, but it was not meant to be.

An obnoxiously high-pitched ringing call from his phone caused them to jump up.

"Huh?" Jess asked, pleadingly looking into his eyes as he pulled out his phone. "Can't it wait?"

"I'm sorry, but this - can't," he mumbled in apology, before accepting the call and saying "Yes" in a completely different tone.

"Yes," he said, "Can't you... I see... Get me a ca- ah, good," completely different from how he talked with her, there was steel in his voice, and it was not the sexy kind. "Then I'll be out in three," with that he hung up.

He lifted Jess up and placed her on a couch.

"I'm sorry, Jane-"

"Jess."

"Whatever. This is where we part our ways, Jess. Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge, spare bedroom is over there if you want, and just close the door behind when you leave."

"Wait, what, that's it? You're just gonna leave a needy woman in the middle of a fuck and run away?!" Jess' makeup was smeared, her dress was off, and she was looking daggers at a man who was about to abandon her.

Ignoring her protest Ben fetched a briefcase and a packed suit from a closet. He tossed those over a drawer, then grabbed a comb.

"Like I said," he readjusted his mohawk into a classical haircut with the help of a comb and some more gel, then grabbed his belongings again. "I'm extremely busy. And this is an emergency. I'm sorry."

"Aren't you afraid that a girl you barely met will rob your place?" shouted Jess sarcastically, her face twisted with frustration.

"Second floor to the left - all the valuables are in a desk," Ben paused in an open door. "And in this drawer, there's a stack of cash. Help yourself if you're short on funds for anything. I'm sorry."

With that the left, slamming the door behind him.

The clock on a wall showed Sunday, 11:55 pm.

***

Monday, 9:35 pm.

Waving goodbye to his equally exhausted bodyguard, Ben entered his living complex slowly dragging his feet behind. The elevator trip seemed to last an eternity. Leaning against the wall he finally managed to fit a key into a keyhole on his fourth attempt.

Another day, another averted crisis. How much longer can he keep on going like that? Ben tossed keys and a pack of instant noodles onto a cabinet without looking. His worn fedora and a trusty coat went on a rack. His handgun was already cleaned and reloaded, so he just pulled his whole armpit holster and hid it in a briefcase.

Ben barely acknowledged that the light was on - utility bills weren't even close to making it to the list of his concerns. He turned towards the closet to hide away the briefcase when suddenly a female voice behind his back said: "Took you long enough!"

"I told you to leave," Ben paused for a moment before proceeding and closing the wardrobe door.

"I did. How else would I change my clothes?"

A goth girl from yesterday was standing in a doorframe leading to his kitchen. Today she was barefoot, with tight black leggings and a black tank top containing her big breasts. She still chose to wear a choker: a simple black strand around her neck and a single cross-shaped earring. Her makeup was gone, except for a black lipstick, and her long hair was made into a braid. Tilting her head she studied Ben's look.

"Gotta admit, you look better in a suit... Mister Benjamin Stokker." Ben threw a sharp glance at her and she smiled: "Ah, so this is your name! Got me wondering, since, you know, there isn't a single mention of you on the internet or anywhere else."

Too tired to deal with that Ben just shook his shoulders and headed towards the bathroom. Tossing his shirt and carrier into the washer, suit - on top, and leaving plates behind a basket, he got into the shower without even waiting for cool water to pass. Washing away the filth and the stress Ben thought of a girl in his apartment as a way to distract himself from what happened at work. Why is she still here? What does she want? With his hair still wet he draped himself into a bathrobe and went toward the light in the kitchen.

"Excellent timing!" His guest complimented him while scrubbing a pan with a silicone spatula. "Sit down!"

Ben looked in confusion at a plate in front of him.

"Hope you like rice and curry chicken, 'cause this is what I have left. Oh! And a beer! I drank yours, but this one is much better than pisswater you had here anyway. Enjoy!"

Ben hesitated for a moment looking at a glass of cold beer she placed, but then shrugged, picked up a fork she tossed him, and started eating. A first warm meal he had in over a day, and it tasted delicious, never mind the inquiring stare of a goth girl who sat cross-armed and crosslegged to the side of a table, wobbling her bare sole left and right.

"You know, I do apologize for my, ahem, understandable outburst when you left yesterday," she finally broke the silence. "But then again, you warned me in advance, and at least I got to get off, so really, I've got nothing to complain about. Emergencies happen."

Ben kept eating.

"But then I got to wonder. Apart from your music collection, this huge apartment is pretty much barren. Cheap furniture, a few packs of cash here and there, but no personal items, no photos, no collectibles - nothing." Either she loved to talk or was dying to tell someone all that the whole day. But at least her chicken was delicious - soft and tender, and just the right amount of spicy. "And I got to wonder - have I been duped? Is this a rental house for some perverted one-night stands? So I got to digging, and found a stack of utility bills with your name - so, you do show up here, sometimes. The amounts you pay are even less than in my dormitory."

"Energy-efficient construction," Ben remarked, putting glass aside. That cold beer had really hit the spot.

"... And in that second wardrobe - above - there are expensive-looking suits with your initials hand-embroidered."

"Italian ones."

"A-a-and also, you have an alarming number of guns hidden here and there all over the apartment. With that I decided to stop looking before I uncover whatever mafiosi secrets you keep here, mister godfather Stokker, so here we are."

"I'm not with the mafia," Ben cringed. "And you got it all wrong. I'm nobody special. Just another cog in a wheel..." He pushed his empty plate aside. "Thank you for a meal, J-j-j-"

"Do go on."

"Jess?"

"Bingo!"

"Jess, like I said - I'm not, interested, in..."

"Hm," Jess straightened her pose and leaned closer, resting her chin on both hands. "You must be thinking I'm some sort of a whore."

"Am not."

"No really, a concert girl in a mini who's eager to jump on your cock right after meeting you - she's probably doing it with everyone else, right?"

"I can see you're not."

"Damn right I am not! I had a single boyfriend who walked out on me after five years together, and that's all! I love partying, I do go to concerts, I get hit on a lot, but I turn everyone down. But you know why I went with you here? Because you're not trying to be cool! Every other older guy be like 'Look at me! I'm so important!' or 'I for sure will marry you and stay together, my wife and three kids are just a nuisance', or whatever bullshit they tell to get in my panties - but you - you seemed different." Jess paused for a bit catching her breath, her shoulders going up and down with rage as she gazed into Ben's blank face. "Then again, maybe it is a bad thing."

"It is," Ben agreed. It hurt a lot being an asshole, but it is for her own good. "You shouldn't have returned. There's nothing for you and you should leave - now."

"I don't know about you, but where I'm from - people repay their debts. Had you not pulled me out - I would have gotten trampled in a pit yesterday, and I had to repay you somehow. This is why I picked up a spare keychain that I found, asked concierge when you return and cooked you this meal - as a thank you."

"I see," Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He really misread her intentions. "Well, you saved me from starvation, so I consider your debt repaid. I will order you a taxi and..."

"Hold your metal horses," Jess stood up. "There was one more thing that went my way - but not yours and this is a debt that needs repaying too."

"Come one, Jess, what in the name of-!" Ben shouted pulling back in his chair. "Can't you see I'm tired? And there's no way I'll-"

"Well, let's find out just how tired you are!" Jess chuckled, sliding towards him. "I mean, you may be too tired to bend me over and fuck me right on this table," she leaned over turning sideways, "but are too tired to spank my ass?" She caressed then slapped her own round buttcheek in skin-tight leggings, understanding perfectly what effect it had on a man.

"Better yet, why don't you slide your shaft between my massive tits?" she asked, leaning closer and giving him a better sight of her cleavage. Only now Ben noticed that she today she had no bra on - her breasts were naturally round and bouncy despite their size, and he could even see the outline of her pierced nipples protruding through thin fabric. "Look!" she said squeezing her breasts, "I can even bounce them up and down for you! Would you love to spray your cum all over my cleavage?"

Ben tried to lean back, his fatigue gone from the show he incredibly sexy show he was getting, and her confident dirty talk felt natural, which only fed his arousal.

"But maybe!" she proceeded, slowly kneeling in front of him. "Maybe, you are so old and tired that even the sight of a young girl on her knees, her mouth so eager for your cock will not wake anything up in you, huh?" Her painted black nails slid onto his bare knees, making him tremble. "Shall we take a look?"

"O-okay, this is not fair!" protested Ben, feeling the edges of his robe being pushed to the sides by the young woman's hands.

"Not so obedient now, huh? Well, you should've known better!" Chuckled Jess while unrobing him. "Oh scratch that!" her eyes went wide when his cock sprung up in the air - long and thick, and pulsing with his heartbeat. "Hiding that thing from me wasn't fair!"

"Jess-"

Ben fell silent, even though it was her mouth that got gagged with his member.

Jess didn't waste any time playing and went in direct attack, swallowing well over two-thirds of his length in one go. Then she closed her eyes and slowly went backward, the tip of her tongue dancing on the lower side of his cock. Reaching the end she paused, his tip still sealed by her lips as her tongue swirled circles on his frenulum. At that moment she focused solely on the sensation of his tip in her mouth, but it didn't take long for her to taste precum on her tongue.

Her long eyelashes swung, as she looked up to meet his gaze. Her skilled tongue play forced a slow gasp out of him, which only amused her. Giving him a wicked wink, she squeezed her breast with her palm and let out a soft moan before resuming her bobbling.

Ben couldn't help but moan, so intense were his sensations. Black lipstick smeared onto his cock as Jess' head went up and down. Still looking him in the eyes, she caressed her body with one hand and pinched her pierced nipple through fabric with the other one. With her seductive cleavage blocking his view he still could tell that her hand had reached her crotch and was now playing with her pussy through her leggings by the way how deeply she started moaning.

It was incredible. A sexy young woman was enjoying herself so much just from sucking his cock on her knees in his kitchen. Ben grabbed her hair, urging her to pick up the pace, and her eyes lit up with excitement. She still couldn't take his full length in, but she stayed at the depth that was comfortable to her, and her enthusiasm and arousal were enough to do the rest.

Ben found himself tipping over. With a loud groan, he wrapped her braid around his palm making her stop where she was, and that is when his cock erupted. Shooting wave after wave of his sperm down her throat, relieving himself of stress and all the pent-up frustration, Ben's whole body trembled with pleasure. He screamed and groaned, it almost seemed like the flood of cum will never stop.

When he finally finished, the fatigue had once again caught up with him. Crumbling in the chair, his hand relaxed giving a final pat on the cheek before letting go of her.

Jess landed on the floor, her face proud, her chest shaking with her deep breaths. "Bleah!" she playfully opened wide her mouth, sticking her clean tongue out. Ben sighted.

"Not so tired out, are you?" she chuckled, jumping up her feet.

"Jess, I'm spent. I need to crash and sleep for today," Ben pleaded.

"Whatever you say, Daddy," joked Jess helping him up his feet.

"Don't call me that, it's weird."

"As you wish, Grandpa!"

"That's even worse! And just you know - I'm only fifty!"

"Yeah, and I'm 22, so that's a stretch, but still feasible..."

With Jess teasing and, for some reason, following him, he got into a master bedroom and crashed, falling asleep before his head even reached a pillow.

***

Tuesday, 6:29 am.

Throughout a course of his lifetime Benjamin had acquired a habit of always waking up before alarm. The following morning was no exception - he woke up a minute early, reaching with a hand to turn off the cheap plastic clock on his nightstand.

For a moment he couldn't understand where he was. A soft warm body lying by his side had stirred up memories. Looking at the ceiling it almost seemed like it was time to kiss Jenn good morning, then go and wake Alex up - who will protest and pretend not to hear him...

A figure by his side turned in her sleep. He looked in confusion at a mop of black hair, and then it all came rushing back - his work, the papers, all the years of even harder work as he tried to move on, a concert, and a pushy girl with raven-colored hair...

Closing his eyes Ben silently cursed himself with just his lips. With a sharp exhale he silently slid out of bed. Young Jess kept sleeping - on her side, her naked back covered by just her long hair. Ben carefully covered her with a blanket before silently sneaking out without disturbing her sleep.

A sincere little lady with a misplaced sense of fairness underneath her goth attire must've ended up staying late yesterday, which wasn't her fault. She might have confused beds at night, but when she wakes up in an empty home - she'll realize there are no more reasons for her to stay. Let her go her way - that way it's easier for everyone.

Ben was already picking up his briefcase when his phone beeped delivering a message. He cursed, fetching his travel backpack. This is going to be a long day.

***

Friday, about 7 pm.

A short ride from the airport, and Ben was dropped at the doors by his colleagues. He still wore a fake smile while greeting a concierge but as the elevator doors closed behind he closed his eyes and gave a long exhausted sigh.

What a crazy week, and now a miserable evening at an empty home is all that's waiting for him. Maybe spending his free time being blackout drunk is not such a bad idea after all.

Sliding a key into a lock he paused for a moment. A memory of a black-haired girl in a leather dress came to his mind, and he even chuckled to himself. Yeah right, what a wishful thought!

The door came open revealing only darkness inside. As expected.

The elevator dinged behind his back and a familiar voice shouted: "Oh hey! Are you two hours too early, or three days too late?"

"Oh?"

"I mean I was wondering if the cops finally got you, but then I figured that they'd raid this place too in that case!" chirped Jess looking smiley at Ben.

"For the last time, I'm not..."

"Hey look what I did!"

Jess squeezed between the doorframe and Ben who failed to prevent her entry, her chest brushing against his shoulder as she did. Today she wore a simple black dress reaching her knees and a solid black stockings. She had the same spiked boots from before, and instead of a choker there was a chain around her neck.

"Nice hat, by the way, very vintage!" she complimented. "But... check this out!" she flicked a switch, lighting the apartments up. "Ta-da! I switched your cheap light bulbs to more pleasant ones, of warmer color. What do you think?"

"What. The. Fuck?!" Ben wasn't concerned with the light, it was everything else that got changed in his living room. A new carpet on the floor, some worn leather armchair that wasn't here before, a university flag hanging on a wall...

"I claimed your room in the name of the Faculty of Applied Physics! Applied Physics - Not Even The Sky Is The Limit! Woo!"

Ben sighted. Ben tossed his backpack. Ben stuffed away his briefcase.

Unconcerned by his actions Jess went on: "And hey, see this seat? Can you imagine - someone threw it away! Anyway - their loss! I'm so gonna use it for my photoshoots now!"

"How did you even get it in here?!"

"Your concierge - well, Andrew, not the other guy - helped me! It took a while to fit it through the door, but we managed!"

Ben felt like he was in some hidden camera show and the crew was about to jump him.

"Okay, first of all - they were not supposed to let you through..."

"I had your spare keycard, duh!"

"And second - care to explain what's this all about?!" Ben furiously pointed around the room.

"Yeah, right! Look, I waited to clear with you, but I plan to check out of my dorm and move here, what do you say?"

"What do I- Absolutely fucking not - this is what I say!" being at a loss for words was rare for Ben, but this wicked demon in the shape of a young woman managed to get the better of him time and time again.

"Why not?"

Okay, this is it. Ben dashed towards Jess, yanking her by the shoulder. "Look me in the eyes, and answer this. Has anyone asked you to come here? Are you being paid for this?"

"Gee, what is wrong with you?!" Jess tried to break free, but Ben's fingers gripped like handcuffs.

"Are you being threatened? Did someone threaten your friends or family members? Do you have any unpaid debts?"

"No way, you are serious about this? Okay, ahem," Jess straightened her back and raised her free arm. "I, Jessica Bonner, am here on my own accord. No one asked me to be here, no one threatened anyone as far as I know, and I am just sick and tired of living in a dorm with all the noise and smells and people who flush tampons but not their poo - this is all."

"I see. I'm sorry." Ben, who carefully observed her face as she spoke released her and stepped back.

"Ha! So you are some sort of shady organized crime lord if you think someone might send a hot secret-agent-lady after you, huh?"

"For the last time! I work for the government!"

"Ah... Disorganized crime?"

"Listen here, you little!"

Jess joyfully laughed, looking at how mad Ben was. Ben, having forgotten his daydreams from earlier tried again to get Jess out, but she circled back to her question - why?

"You can't live with an older man, or your friends and everyone else may think you're a whore!"

"My friends won't, and for everyone else - I don't care."

"I told you - I'm not looking for relationships or attachments."

"Heard you loud and clear. That's why I only ask to become your roommate!"

"My work is dangerous and might endanger close ones!"

"What, you think someone will go after a 'whore' that lives at your place?"

Ben started running out of arguments, and what's worse - he felt sorry for Jess. For starters - he shouldn't have insulted her like that.

"One condition - even though we aren't in a relationship - I don't want you dating anyone while you live here!"

He threw it out as a last effort, hoping that it would discourage Jess. Instead, she raised her hand and said one word: "Deal."

Ben had no choice but to accept. He shook it, and Jess had become a roommate at his apartment.

***

"How did it come down to this?" Ben asked himself while waiting in a queue at a supermarket.

Turns out Jess is adamant about not eating ordered takeaways, and now, while she was peeling potatoes, he had to rush shopping to buy some meat. But really, what were his options with an empty fridge?

His queue came up and he swiped a card. "Is there really a defense against a young busty goth girl that crashes into your apartments and refuses to leave?" he wondered.

***

With Jess cooking a side dish of mashed potatoes and vegetables, Ben decided to make a stroganoff. There was a time he was good at cooking, and now it was time to refresh his skills. He had to drive Jess away, who tried to add salt before the meat was roasted on all the sides (an amateurish mistake!) and before long the dish was ready.

Jess kept changing vinyls, cracking jokes, telling stories of her friends and studies - her energy seemed endless. She complimented his cooking, then offered to wash dishes. Ben took this time to inspect the state of his apartments - fully prepared to find them in ruins, but he was wrong. In contrast to her rebellious appearance, Jess' actions were timid - not only did she not break anything, but she also cleaned up the place and applied a few small touches here and there. Not that it mattered to him, but the whole space now felt more lively.

At the end Ben threw a glimpse into a spare bedroom and found that it was tidy too - a few dresses (including the one he met her in) hanged in a closet, a big laptop with some flashy lights rested on a desk along with a a tripod and a ring light. Ben closed the door.

"I'll get the rest of my stuff tomorrow!" declared Jess from behind. "And, also, I'm done with the dishes."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to."

"Well, it's our place," shrugged Jess.

"Also, wait. What did you say your family name was?"

"Oh, drop dead!"

***

They spent some time chatting in the living room. Ben dodged all the questions about his past, or work, and instead went on about rock music now and then. Their tastes were similar, so Jess always had something to add. Talking to her was pleasant and fun, but as much as he enjoyed it - he had to apologize, wish her a good night, and take his leave.

After a quick shower, Ben was groaning, lying naked in his bed and enjoying the firmness of his mattress and a pillow - the one thing hotels never get right.

But Jess - oh that damn girl had played him like a bass guitar! Obviously, she wasn't interested in him! But she saw a large empty apartment and seized the opportunity. All it cost her was a dinner and a blowjob - and yet Ben couldn't be mad at her. A smart girl with a bright future - no doubt, and it's not like helping her costs him much...

Distant shower noises from the guest bathroom stopped. Ben remembered her words: "If you want to fuck other young girls in here - just give me a word, roomie, and I'll hang by my friends." Yeah, as if he has time and energy for that...

The door creaked and he heard a sound of bare footsteps approaching.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Sh-sh. I have stuff lying on my bed, can I sleep here instead?" she sneaked under the blanket on the opposite side before he could reply.

"What are you, afraid of sleeping alone in the dark?"

"I hang in the graveyards at night, you think your place scares me?"

He heard a metal ding as she shifted. Turning around he could see only her head, and in a dim light from outside he noticed she was wearing her earrings and a spiked collar.

"We should go to sleep now?" he asked.

"Good call," she crawled up to him hugging his arm, and as she did - he felt something scratching on his arm.

Jess was completely naked from the neck down, and it was a spike from her pierced nipple.

No, not naked. A feeling of her calf rubbing against his revealed that she also wore fishnet stockings.

Jess patiently waited without saying another word, while his heart pounded like crazy, pumping blood into his raising erection.

"You know you don't have to do this?" he asked.

"I know."

"This also will not lead anywhere..."

"Then just put rubber on and shut up already!"

A few moments later they kissed - with Jess's light figure pressing down his side, her breasts pressing down his upper arm, her thighs gripping his, and the side of her hip brushing against his raging boner while he rolled a condom over.

Their kiss was slow and sensual, with Jess slightly biting his lip.

"I'm ready," Ben pulled back to say.

"Fucking... finally..." Jess shifted her leg getting on top of him. She leaned closer squishing his boner between their bellies, then slowly shifted up tracing his shaft with her labia. She found the spot where the tip of his cock was grinding against her clitoris and started circling there, resuming their kiss.

Ben used this time to fondle her breasts. Jess truly was gifted with a pair of natural beauties somewhere in the "D" size, that were firm and bouncy. She had accurate areolas, and her nipples were pierced with two metal spikes on the side of each nipple. Ben gave them a twist and got rewarded with a soft moan right as they continued kissing.

Jess leaned back, allowing his cock to stand up straight. Her body was amazing - flexible and powerful, her curves shifted like bends in the river, and she was ready to absorb him in her torrents. Ben felt his cock sliding into her wetness. Jess took her time sliding up and down, taking him more and more with each thrust. Her earrings clanked and the outline of her figure in the darkness was sparking his imagination.

"You're so big!" She awed. "But I want to take you whole." Her fingers started playing with her clit and she moaned.

This drove him crazy. So young, and yet she knows what she wants, and is not afraid of saying it directly. Ben reached forth and kissed her nipple, and she leaned into him signaling him to suck it instead.

"O-o-oh, yeah, Ben, you're so deep," she moaned taking him whole with her final thrust. With his cock buried deep inside she leaned forward, pushing with her arms and breasts against his chest.

"You know what I can do?" she teased with a soft moan. Ben gasped and shouted in surprise when he felt her already tight pussy contrasting, griping his cock from all sides. "Heh, if you're too tired - I bet I could milk you dry without moving, Grandpa," Jess chuckled. "Or would you like to take charge and show me what you can do instead?"

That's it, she's done enough teasing, now it's time for her to find out! Ben grabbed her by the waist, lifting her light body all the way up until his cock was barely in, then slammed her onto him with all his might, making her shriek in excitement.

"Oh, yes, bring it on, boomer!" Jess shouted flying up and getting impaled on Ben's stiff rod. With all the pent-up frustration Ben banged her with more passion than when he was 20, but even that wasn't enough.

Ben tossed Jess to the side, sending blanket and pillows flying off the bed and mounting her from the top.

"Oh my god," Jess whispered spreading her legs and letting him in. "Oh my god, Ben!" she shouted when his palm traced down her belly, taking her clitoris under his skillful control. Simulated by his cock deep inside, and his fingers controlling her womanhood Jess could only moan and pant, as she reached up to grab a bedframe above her head.

Ben still had one free hand so he gave a firm squeeze on her bouncing breast. He was close to finishing, but so was a girl underneath him. He reached for her neck, ignoring the pain from her spiked collar as he carefully choked her. Jess panted, her whole body trembling as she gasped for air, and with a final thrust from his side she exploded in a violent screaming orgasm. Seeing a gorgeous woman screaming underneath, feeling her pussy clenching around his cock was enough to send him over too, and with a wild groan, he erupted deep inside her, filling his condom with waves of liquid.

He collapsed on top of her, supporting his weight on the sides so as not to crush her, but Jess hugged him, pressing his head firmer into her chest and caressing his hair.

"Oh my god, Ben, oh my god, you're just amazing," she gasped, their hearts beating in unison.

***

When Ben returned from the bathroom, the blanket and pillows were already back on a bed, and Jess was dozing off on her side. She curled up to him, hugging his arm once again.

"Just checking," she mumbled in a sleepy voice, "you won't think we're dating now?"

"No."

"I see. Well, g'night then, roomie," and with that she drifted off, leaving him to stare at the ceiling and listen to her soft breath before falling asleep too.