Goodbye, Benjamin. Love, Jennifer.

Benjamin could feel his heart being ripped out of his chest as she said the words, “I’m sorry, Benjamin. It’s over.” Benjamin heard the words reverberating within his mind, concentrating to a sharp point which landed softly onto his soul and rested in a place that would ache for the rest of Benjamin’s life. Jennifer quietly handed Benjamin a hand-written letter that expanded on the two words “It’s Over” for a full page.

“Is it…Is there someone else?” Benjamin asked Jennifer, with a lost gaze as Benjamin stared at Jennifer’s letter held in the palm of his left hands. Benjamin noticed the red envelope with the hand-written “Benjamin Arbor” on the front, addressing the contents of a broken heart directly towards Benjamin.

“No.” Jennifer recoiled inside herself after the lie escaped her mouth. She had met a Doctor while on vacation near the North Shore of Martha’s Vineyard, and after a short summer fling, Jennifer now found herself 4 months pregnant.

“What…why…what did I do?” Benjamin began probing his new darkness with a flashlight, searching for any answer that would ease the pain currently overpowering him.

“Benjamin…” Jennifer began to search for any consoling words she could find. Inside Jennifer a war raged between the truth and her lies and rationalizations. She couldn’t tell him the truth, it would destroy him. Jennifer promised herself she would tell Benjamin anything. Anything except the truth. “I haven’t been in love with you for the past 2 years.”

Benjamin’s mind immediately began racing, to the wedding in Santa Barbara, to the initial meetings in Phoenix, all of the previous two years flashed before his eyes and he began searching for clues, any sign that what Jennifer said was true.

“What do I do now? Where do we go from here?” Benjamin, always the action oriented individual that Jennifer fell in love with, began to develop a strategy to overcome his newest challenge.

Jennifer began to consider what her future would be like, carrying a child due in 6 months that would soon begin to show. “Benjamin, we can stay friends.” With these words, Jennifer mixed the hemlock with honey and poured the sweetest lie that is told in the end of every relationship.

Benjamin sat, paralyzed and frozen, beginning to slowly survey the thousands of pieces of his life that he must put together one by one, which at that time, seemed to be an exceedingly daunting task. As Benjamin began to open the red envelope to read Jennifer’s letter, she began to walk away. Her heels made a click on the cold, hard tile floor. As Benjamin watched her walk through the door and disappear, he knew that it was the last time he would see her, and a rush of energy spread through his body and exploded into a shower of tears, landing on the red envelope and slightly smudging her handwritten words “Benjamin Arbor”.

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Benjamin and Jennifer reunite [Part I]

Jennifer felt Benjamin’s breath exhale over her stomach as she writhed on Benjamin’s bed. Her shirt was off and Benjamin began to remove her skirt as he embraced her hips and breathed in her intoxicating scent.

Jennifer had just returned from her graduation at the University of Kentucky, and had not seen Benjamin for 4 long years. During this time Jennifer had many boyfriends and the guilt began to well up inside her. She thought of herself as a whore: while Benjamin was captured in Iraq she had sex with over a dozen men, many of them one night stands. Jennifer would do her best to pleasure her man of 6 years in a way he would never forget.

Benjamin had returned to Albuquerque the night before, and called around Jennifer’s friends to find out where she would be. Jennifer nearly dropped to the ground and began sobbing when she first caught glimpse of Benjamin in his United States Marine Corps dress suit, with a bouquet of flowers on her front door.

As Benjamin began to voraciously remove Jennifer’s underwear, it reminded her of a Lion feasting on its prey. Benjamin began to kiss Jennifer’s beautiful, soft luscious vaginal lips. As he continued to lick and arouse her passion, he reached up and squeezed her large, full breasts. He slowly and gently began pleasuring Jennifer as only Benjamin could. Jennifer knew she would have to tell him the truth, but tonight she was determined to pleasure him for the 4 long-years he was capture in Iraq.

Dear Benjamin, Love Jennifer

When Jennifer received a letter in her mailbox whose return address stated “Sgt. Benjamin Arbor, USMC” she felt a simultaneous jolt of relief and anxiety surge through her body.

Jennifer had not heard from Benjamin for the previous 3 1/2 years. The last time Jennifer heard from Benjamin was 2 months after his deployment to Afghanistan, as he was adjusting to the new terrain. After his letter, news reports began covering his kidnapping by enemy forces.

Jennifer began to tear open the envelope, her mind exploring 1000 scenarios and wondering what he had to say, and what she had to tell him.

“Dear Jennifer,

It is me, Benjamin. They told me that this letter would reach you. I am headed back to the U.S. Do you still live in Albuquerque? Send me a letter with your contact information:

Sgt. Benjamin Arbor
PO BOX 713
West Palm Beach, FL

-Forever Yours,

Benjamin

In one moment, the entire 15 year history between Benjamin and Jennifer flooded Jennifer’s mind: Elementary school when they were both too shy to talk to each other, Becoming best friends in 8th grade, and their entire relationship between 8th grade and when Benjamin left for Basic Training. Jennifer had not thought about him or their relationship after the first, painful year when media stories kept circulating and the uncertainty of Benjamin’s condition began to slowly unravel Jennifer from the inside-out.

Jennifer was married now, to Sebastian Cumberbatch, a local politician in the Republican-dominated New Mexico State Legislature. Jennifer was 3 months pregnant with her first child with Sebastian, and within a few weeks would begin to show. Jennifer gripped her stomach as she sat down in her front drive-way and began to weep.

Jennifer’s First Time

Note from the Author: This short story is a bit different than my typical short stories. Caution: Not for anyone under the age of 18 or if sexuality or erotica offends you. I may continue writing these type of stories depending on the response by my readers. Please let me know your opinion of this type of story. Thanks.


As Jennifer lay back onto her bed, she spread her legs to show Benjamin the soft, supple folds of her vagina, as she enjoyed the coolness of her bed coverings. A shirtless Benjamin pulsated with desire: a desire to taste this forbidden fruit.

Jennifer knew she had to be quiet. Benjamin had brought Jennifer home to her house after their date promptly at 10:45 PM, but had waited another 3 hours in order to climb in her second-story window after Jennifer’s parents had gone to sleep.

Jennifer began to wrest in anxious satisfaction. Benjamin could smell the sweet aroma of her virginity, which would soon belong to him. He began to move towards her, and reached underneath her shirt and felt her small, soft breasts. Benjamin began kissing Jennifer between the thighs, starting at one knee and slowly kissing a trail, until reaching between her legs when he would gently kiss and suck, satisfying his thirst of many years pursuit.

Benjamin began to focus exclusively on Jennifer’s satisfaction: stimulating, massaging with tongue and fingers, Jennifer began to writhe in excitement, her anticipation began climbing to new heights.

Jennifer could no longer contain a desire filling her entire body: “Be gentle, this is my first time.”

As Benjamin began to slide his penis inside Jennifer, she immediately began to grip him with a soft wetness.

Benjamin was now face to face with Jennifer. He slowly began to explore deeper as she continued to struggle to stay silent, Jennifer began slowly kissing Benjamin on the lips.

Jennifer’s fluid surrounded Benjamin as he continued pushing deeper and deeper inside Jennifer. Jennifer began to spasm as an orgasm filled her body. Benjamin continued thrusting as he turned Jennifer into a doggy-style position. Benjamin could feel Jennifer’s juicing flowing uncontrollably around his dick, and he continued to fuck her until a mountain of pleasured filled Benjamin’s body and flowed into Jennifer. Jennifer gripped Benjamin as a life-giving force. For a few short seconds, Benjamin and Jennifer melted in to one, each breathing heavily after satisfying a desire that was ignited over 12 years before.

Benjamin Survives the Coffee Shop

Benjamin had no time to consider his next move as he sat in a Starbucks on 88th in New York City. Benjamin had been in this situation enough times to know he could handle it, but he would have to be quick.

“He’s got a gun!” One of Benjamin’s fellow Starbucks patrons exclaimed, a full 4 or 5 seconds after Benjamin saw the familiar outfit, whom Benjamin immediately recognized: a white button up long sleeve shirt, tucked into black dress pants upon black shoes, pulled together with a blank tie. When Benjamin first saw the illuminati, he thought they looked more ready for a job interview than elite assassins.

Before the assassin could detonate his deadly payload, Benjamin had unveiled a .45 model 1911 from underneath his suit-jacket, a skill which had proved vital for Benjamin in situations exactly like these.

Benjamin fired 2 shots into the assassins ankles, hoping to reduce the threat while keeping the man alive for questioning.

As the assassin fell to the ground, Benjamin could see the assassin was reaching for his detonation device.

In a split-second Benjamin knew he would have to take this man’s life, and fired 2 rapid shots. As the assassin slumped on the ground lifelessly, the entire Starbucks was quiet except for slow, soulful solo guitar-singer.

Benjamin and Jennifer Date Night (Part I)

Benjamin drove his father’s 1987 Honda Accord speedily through the stop-lights and stop-signs of Murphysborough, Georgia. Benjamin was leaving for Marine Corps boot camp in less than 2 days, and this would be the last time he would see Jennifer, because she had a volleyball tournament in Atlanta, Georgia the next day.

Benjamin hastily came to a stop in front of Jennifer’s house, triple-checked his appearance in the rearview mirror, collected himself, and opened his car door to head up to Jennifer’s door, where he knew her dad would be waiting for him.

“I want her home by 10:45 and not one minute later.”

“Yes sir. Of course. When have I ever brought her late?” Benjamin replied in the most professional demeanor he could muster.

After a few more minutes exchange between Benjamin and Jennifer’s father, a prominent business attorney in Atlanta, Georgia, Jennifer appeared flowingly from the second floor of her 5-bedroom, 6 bathroom mansion. Benjamin’s attention suddenly focused drastically and intensively on Jennifer as she walked down the 14 steps to appear on the same level as Benjamin and her father.

Jennifer was wearing a flowingly white silken dress which emphasized her small waist leading to large, developed and muscular hips, legs and thighs.

Benjamin only became aware that he was standing next to his fiance’s dad when Benjamin was bumped on the arm and brought back to reality.

“Now Jennifer, you be good. Big Volleyball tournament tomorrow.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Jennifer dutifully responded.

As the door closed behind Jennifer and Benjamin as they headed to the car, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief.

Jennifer looked at him and smiled, and without a word the beautiful young couple walked hand and hand until Benjamin opened the side door of the car for Jennifer, and after she was in the car, Benjamin closed the door, entered the driver’s side and sped off towards the direction of the mountains.

Envious

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

Benjamin was always a rebellious boy, Jennifer noticed. By this time in 3rd grade, Benjamin and Jennifer had been classmates for over 6 years, and although he thought she didn’t notice him all these years, Jennifer had been quietly watching Benjamin ever since Jennifer’s mom warned her about him.

But Jennifer was slightly envious of him. While Jennifer lived in a comfortable but strict household, Benjamin had survived only by bouncing between family members when his parents could no longer handle his rambunctious energy. Jennifer envied the way Benjamin was care-free and undisciplined. Free to do what he wanted, when he wanted, a caged spirit inside of Jennifer ached for this freedom.

Every day to school Jennifer’s parents ensured she represented her family history in both dress and attitude.

“We come from a great, long line of Glass. Why, my great grandfather fought for the Confederacy during the War of Northern Agression.”

So Jennifer was required to wear a pearl-white lace dress to school every day, with white leggings and white buckled-shoes, and to return spotless home from school.

Jennifer envied Benjamin’s wardrobe. Benjamin had never matched clothing one day in his life, and often looked as though he was wearing someone else’s dirty clothing. Oftentimes too large, Benjamin would inevitably head home covered on mud from head to toe from playing football with the other boys at recess.

Jennifer would watch Benjamin make tackles and get tackled, both cheering and then fearing for his safety. Jennifer often fantasized about running into the mud-pit the boys were playing in with her pearly white shoes and dress, knowing exactly the punishment she faced if she were to return home in that condition.