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I wonder what they really expected me to do. I even asked one boy point blank when it was clear our ‘date’ was a wind up just so he could get a rise out of his jock teammates.

“I want you to know, that no man in his right mind is ever gonna wanna tap that fat ass!” he exclaimed, laughing with such intensity, such cruelty that I almost deferred a whole term so I wouldn’t have to see him again.

But Ben isn’t those people.

He’s a warm, sweet, loving man.

Old enough to be my father, sure. But age is just a number and if years is what it takes to have that level of maturity as well as tenderness, then I can understand any girl who has a thing for older men.

Feeling his own arousal through his pants, I worry he’ll feel like he’s been shortchanged still, but he laughs it off, explaining how hard he’s been since he saw me in the woods, he’s getting used to it.

“It pleases a man to be so hard, and it pleases me, even more, when I see you so happy,” he tells me truthfully.

“Don’t you need to like, I dunno, let some out or something?” I ask, making him shrug before he looks at me intently.

“All I have down here is for you, Stacey. I wouldn’t waste a drop anywhere else.”

I should feel better, but I can’t help feeling a mixture of curiosity as well as guilt how I must somehow be depriving him of his natural instincts.

“Just rest will ya?” he smiles, shaking his head before kissing the top of mine.

“I’m gonna be right over here, at my desk, doing a little bit more ranger stuff,” he tells me as I stifle a yawn.

I’m full of food and having had the biggest and only climax of my entire life so far, I’m in no real rush to do anything much.

“Do you need to do a lot?” I ask sleepily, trying to focus on his answer, but it only ends in me fighting off sleep until I close my eyes. The sounds of the storm outside suddenly less threatening.

As if I could lay here in Ben’s robe forever, listening to him talk and tap away on his computer.

He’s checking the movement of the storm cell, and sending out more text notifications in case anyone is still in the area.

He also has to monitor and report all the data from the ranger station’s sensors back to somebody else. A college researcher, I think he says, but I’m so sleepy I can hardly tell between his actual voice and the dream I slip into.

The one where he’s hovering over me, filling me up with that huge member of his.

Making me relive the pleasure of my climax over and over again until it feels like the only sensation I’ll ever have again.

I can hear Ben asking me some questions, about my dad. About college, and if it wasn’t for the huge crashing sound from outside startling me awake, I know I’d drift off to sleep quite happily.

“What was that?” I gasp, sitting up, wondering if I imagined it, like sometimes when I feel like I’m falling or hear a noise that isn’t real that jolts me awake.

Ben spins his seat around, his head cocked to one side for a moment before he says everything’s okay.

“Sounded like a tree coming down,” he murmurs, and turning back to his computer, he brings up what looks like a view of the outside of the station.

“You have cameras in here?” I ask, sounding bashful again.

“Only outside and over the public service counter. Not in here,” he says casually, scanning the screen until we both see it at the same time.

A huge, splintered stump is not far from the building. A huge tree falling in the other direction away from us, thankfully.

He makes a low sound, concerned.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I think we’d better stay in the basement, after all, Stacey. The wind is getting worse, but more than that, it’s changing direction. If we do get a twister…” he muses thoughtfully before looking over to me.

“Nope. My mind’s made up. I think we should head downstairs, just let me grab my laptop.”

I’d rather stay here, warm and cozy, watching Ben work.

“It’s plenty warm down there too,” he promises, reading my thoughts before asking if I need the bathroom.

“The one thing it doesn’t have, unfortunately, so go now if you have to,” he recommends before grabbing a laptop and phone in one hand and scooping me up to carry again with the other once I shake my head.

“I’m good,” I lie. Suddenly not wanting to be an inch from Ben, even for a moment.

He carries me back down a familiar set of stairs and past his truck, through to a narrow doorway that has more stairs leading down still.

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