SEVENTEEN or MRS BENSON & THE GRAD-U-ATE (from “Our Time in Eden”)
Start Date: 07/10/2004
Completion Date: 01/30/2005
Rating: NC17
“Oh, god, Mrs. Benson.” ‘Ben’ whined, “This is so wrong.”
“Shhh…” Alex sucked on her index finger, then pressed it gently to ‘his’ lips. “Just come help me with this button, I can’t seem to get it undone.”
“Mrs. Benson, I think you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Are you afraid of me, Ben?”
“Mmhmm…”
“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” she said in a sultry slinky sort of voice.
“But Mrs. Benson…”
“Ben, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just one friend helping another. You wouldn’t refuse a friend in need would you?”
The brunette gulped. “No, I guess that wouldn’t be right.” ‘He’ moved toward the blonde, and paused with ‘his’ fingers over the recalcitrant button, and hesitated as if debating what ‘his’ next move should be.
“It’s just a button, it won’t bite you. Go on now, I do so need you,” she encouraged, and gave a self-satisfied smile when the shirt came open, and the deep brown eyes glazed over.
‘Ben’ beheld the promised land, and swallowed hard. “Oh, my god, Mrs. Benson, you don’t wear a bra.” ‘He’ choked on ‘his’ words, “They’re so beautiful.”
“Oh, Ben,” she laughed throatily, “You’re so young. You see, my husband likes them ready and available. It’s a good idea, don’t you think?”
“Mmhmm…” ‘He’ squeaked, and nodded enthusiastically.
“Would you like to touch them?”
“I shouldn’t, Mrs. Benson, they don’t belong to me.” ‘He’ was trying so hard to be good. “But could I?” ‘He’ whispered, hoping no one would hear.
“Why are you whispering? It’s my body. And I can give it to anyone I want, and I want you, Ben.” She brought ‘his’ head down to her chest, and twine her fingers in ‘his’ dark locks. “I’ve wanted you the first time I laid eyes on you. So bad.”
With a soft whimper, ‘Ben’ took a rose pink nipple in ‘his’ mouth, and sucked. Running ‘his’ tongue all over and around, knowing exactly how to handle her.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” Alex moaned, and arched into the fevered caress. “That’s my sweet boy.”
“Mrs. Benson…” ‘Ben’ groaned her name. “You’re so hot.”
“It’s all because of you, Sugar.” She licked ‘his’ ears, and drawled in a low husky voice, “And I’m even hotter for you elsewhere. Would you like to feel?” She took ‘his’ hand, and pressed it against the front of her skirt.
‘Ben’ whimpered again, and started backing away. “Mrs. Benson… please…”
She pulled ‘him’ close and kissed ‘him’ deeply, inviting ‘his’ hesitant tongue into her mouth. “Before this is over, I promise, we’ll both be pleased,” she assured in between deep wet kisses.
It took ‘him’ everything ‘he’ had to not push her down onto the bed, and climbed on top. “Mrs. Benson…” ‘He’ panted, not wanting to spoil the candy-coated and cream-filled seduction.
“Sweet, Ben,” Alex whispered, “My sweet, sweet Ben.” Stroking lightly between ‘his’ legs. Eliciting another high-pitched whimper. “Oh, Ben,” she chuckled, “You want me so badly, don’t you?”
“I need you, too, Mrs. Benson,” ‘he’ answered hoarsely.
“And I need you, too, Sugar.” She undid ‘his’ belt, and unzipped ‘his’ khakis, letting it drop to the ground. ‘His’ underwear followed immediately. Then, she reached into the drawer beside the bed, and got what she needed to help ‘him’ with ‘his’ ‘hard on’. Brazenly, she slipped her fingers between ‘his’ legs, and grabbed, “My, what a big boy you are,” and led ‘him’ willingly to the bed by ‘his’ love-tool.
“Would you like to finish helping me undress?” Alex turned around, and encouraged ‘him’ to take the lead. “The zipper on the skirt is rather tricky.”
“Edith is going to kill us if we missed dinner.” Staring at the voluptuous flare of the woman’s hips, and firm round enticing cheeks, ‘Ben’ tried to salvage the situation. “This is so wrong, Mrs. Benson.”
“Oh, Ben, Ben,” she reached around, unzipped the skirt, and slid the black silk sheath sensuously down her thighs. Stepping out of the discarded garment nimbly, she used the toe of her black stiletto heels to kicked it out of the way.
“Pardon me, Mrs. Benson,” ‘Ben’ hoarsed. “I can’t wait any longer to have you.” ‘He’ pushed her forward onto the bed, hooked her red satin thong aside, and impaled ‘himself’ in one fluid stroke, penetrating her with ‘his’ full length.
“Oh, god, Liv,” Alex slipped, as she positioned herself on all fours.
Olivia laughed quietly, and softly reminded, “Ben, my name is Ben.”
“Oh, god, Ben.” She gasped, and said in between moans, “You’re so strong… You fill me… so completely…”
“Oh god, Mrs. Benson, I never knew love could be like this,” ‘he’ panted, and pulled completely out, and thrust back in, repeating over and over again.
“Ben, oh, god, Ben.” Alex moved to the slow and steady rhythm of ‘his’ powerful strokes. “You feel so good,” she encouraged, while trying hard to pace herself, to control the torrent of passion building within.
“Oh, Mrs. Benson, you’re so hot… so tight…” ‘He’ whispered, feeling the pull of Alex’s muscles deep within ‘himself’. Sharing each move, each heartbeat. Sharing every sensation, as ‘he’ rocked ‘his’ powerful muscles against her. Toned thighs slapping solidly against soft creamy skin.
“My sweet, sweet love,” she moaned, and pushed back against ‘him’, matching ‘him’ thrust for thrust. Making sure ‘he’ felt everything she did. In an agonizingly delicious dance.
Without a word, ‘he’ pulled her towards ‘him’, until they’re both on their knees. Until her head was resting against ‘his’ shoulder. ‘He’ slipped ‘his’ long fingers between her legs, while ‘his’ other hand closed over a full breast.
“God, Liv, Ben,” she screamed, as expert fingers manipulated and pinched her swollen clitoris. As ‘he’ spread ‘his’ large hand to massage both nipples. Driving her closer and closer to the edge.
‘Ben’ picked up the pace, ‘his’ cries of pleasure becoming more and more insistent. Soon, he panted, ‘his’ hot breath in her ear, “Mrs. Benson, I’m so close, I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”
“Then take me, Ben,” Alex begged, “Take me with you.”
One final hard thrust, ‘Ben’ carried them both away on clouds of passion to paradise…
They fell toward, spent and sated. “Wow.” Olivia marveled, turning and gazing up to the ceiling, her body still throbbing. “Hey, what are you doing?” She breathed raggedly when her wife moved out of her reach.
Alex practically yanked off the harness, and gasped her response, “I want to taste you,” and dove in, nibbling and slurping and licking…
Until her partner was screaming, “Alex, oh, my god, Mrs. Benson! Oh, god!”
After her world settled back together, she wrapped her wife in a tender embrace, and smiling lovingly, she asked, “Does that make me the grad you ate?”
Chuckling at the bad line, Alex nuzzled deeper into Olivia’s arms…
******
Meanwhile……
Livvie sat down at the dinner table and glared at her older sister. “What did you do?”
“What do you mean?” Alexis answered defensively.
“It must’ve been a real whopper. They were role-playing,” Livvie spat.
“Yeah, just what did you do, young lady?” Edith inquired, acting stern, and hiding her smirk behind a scowl. “They never missed one of my meals.”
At that point, Alexis just wanted to join the cats under the table…
******
Earlier that afternoon……
“I really am not grounded?” Alexis wanted to confirm one last time.
“Sweetie, you’re seventeen years old, a freshman in college, I’m not going to ground you.” Alex repeated her promise for the n-th time. “You just have to learn how to take responsibility for yourself.”
“Thanks, Mom!” The younger blonde was ready to rush into her room, to call her friend Heather, and share the good news.
Alex pulled her daughter back. “I mean, in some ways, you’re so mature, you already have your whole life planned…”
“I know, Mom, for every action there’s a reaction,” she rehashed part of the lecture she received. “And if I wanna be a judge when I grow up, I have to be careful what I do.”
“Just remember, Alexis.” Alex suppressed her sigh. “Next time you and Heather, or any other friends of yours decide to pull such a stupid stunt, you may not be so lucky.”
“Oh, no, Mom, I won’t, never ever again.”
With a hand on the young blonde’s shoulder, Alex guided them towards the study. “Now, instead of running away in such a hurry, you should apologize to your mother.”
“Must I? I don’t know if I can face her. I’m sure she’s so disappointed in me… Will she even forgive me?”
“She loves you, Alexis, I’m sure…” she said as she opened the door. The sight before her froze her in her tracks.
“Heather? What are you doing!” Alexis rushed in, pulling her friend away by her collar.
The girl turned around. “Mrs. Benson, it’s not what…” She then practically flew into Alex’s arms, bawling her eyes out. “It was Capt. Benson, she kissed me!”
“Waitaminute, Alex, Sweetheart,” Olivia finally recovered from her shock. “I didn’t… One minute we were talking, Heather was apologizing for convincing Alexis to…”
“Just hush, Olivia.”
“You believe me, don’t you, Mrs. Benson?” Heather wailed.
Alex looked down at the girl, her daughter’s best friend for her entire seventeen years. “Heather…” She soothed the red head buried in her bosom.
“I effing can’t believe you!” Alexis barked as she yanked Heather off of Alex. “You don’t have a crush on my mother at all, do you? You want my Mommy!”
“Alexis…”
“Shut up!” The young blonde pushed her former best friend out of the room. “Get out of my house! Get out of my mothers’ house!”
Alex walked towards the door, and slowly closed it.
“Sweetheart…” The brunette began, moving forward, and wrapping her arms hesitantly around her wife. “I really didn’t… one minute we were talking, then we heard your voices, and then…”
“It’s okay, Liv.”
“It’s, it’s what?”
“It’s all right. I believe you.”
“Waitaminute, how can you…” Suddenly, a wave of insecurity swept over Olivia. “A girl just kissed me! A girl our daughter’s age!”
“Actually, she’s eighteen. She’s legal.”
“But the last time another woman kissed me,” the brunette reminded.
“I know, I had a cow. But that was so long ago.” Alex smiled and kissed her partner softly. “I was young and insecure. Besides, didn’t you hear Alexis? You were just a ploy.”
“Yes, and how can you be so calm about that? About any of it?”
“Heather’s a young woman. She’s just confused,” the blonde reasoned. “You have to admit, we’ve been sort of like second parents to her. Well, I’m sure Freud would’ve had many reasons for her behavior.”
“How can you be so laissez-faire… Oh, my god, you don’t actually… Do you, Alex?”
“Like you said, Liv, Heather’s our daughter’s age. What would I do with someone so young?”
The brunette looked down at the small space separating their bodies. “I don’t know…”
Alex licked her thumb, and smoothed the crease between her partner’s brow. “I’m not Mrs. Robinson, Liv.”
“But…”
“If I were, Sugar.” She took the large hand in hers, and opened the door. “You’d be my Ben.”
Reluctantly, Olivia followed Alex up the stairs. “You sure?”
Alex closed the bedroom door behind them, and wrapped her arms around her partner’s shoulders, stroking her neck gently. “Yes, Ben. Make love to me, Ben…”
******
In the pre-dawn of that morning……
Olivia walked into their bedroom, to find Alex standing by the window, still awake. She walked up to her, and wrapped her arms around the trim frame. Her voice seductive and soft, she murmured, “Don’t you want me?”
Alex remained silent, staring into the backyard, where the kids’ swing-set used to be.
“That’s not fair, Sweetheart. It’s always worked on me.”
“When?”
“Well, the first time you did it,” Olivia recalled the vivid memory. “I was mad at you for accusing me of being drunk, and I stormed out of your office. Then you came over to my apartment and let yourself in, and you worked your charms on me. Don’t you remember?”
Despite herself, Alex smiled. “That seemed so long ago.”
“Well, it was. It’s been what? Twenty years now?”
“Twenty-three.”
“Do you have to be quite so specific?”
“We have to get these things straight in your head.” The blonde leaned back against her partner’s shoulders, and teased, “You know how forgetful you are now that you’re older.”
“And you’re not?”
“Not as old as you.”
“It’s only four months.”
“Five, Liv.”
“How come that always works to your advantage and never to mine?”
“There was a time you were quite proud of those five months.”
“Four, Sweetheart. Just four.”
“When did we hit that magic mark when the argument switched?”
“You’re not gonna let me forget this, are you, Alex?”
“Nope.”
“How come I ever learn to quit when I’m ahead?”
“Because you never are?”
“I guess I’m a sucker for punishment, or maybe I’m just a sucker for you.” The brunette was determined to make her wife smile. “You like me being a sucker for you, don’t you?”
Alex chuckled and shook her head. “Sometimes I forget how long we’ve been together. It just doesn’t seem that long at all. And you, you don’t look like you have a seventeen year old daughter.”
“And neither do you.” She brushed the flaxen tresses aside, and kiss the creamy skin. “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Finally, Olivia turned their bodies around so that Alex faced her. Ignored the sharp pang in her chest and brushing her thumbs along the tear stains, she stated simply, “I’m going to kill her.”
“No, you’re not,” came Alex’s firm response.
“I’m not.” Olivia questioned, with a raised eyebrow, “Then what am I going to do?”
“You’re going to stay here and sing to me,” the blonde replied softly, pulling her partner close, kissing her anger away.
“You want me to sing?” Olivia wasn’t quite sure she had heard correctly.
“Yes, something sweet, romantic, and sappy, glucose poisoning sappy. You want to make me feel better don’t you?” Alex asked with feigned innocence.
Olivia knew when she was being manipulated, but Alex did it so well and with so much love, she never really minded.
“Sometimes in the morning when shadows are deep.” She settled quickly on the old waltz her mother used to hum when she was sober and happy. “I lie here beside you just watching you sleep. And sometimes I whisper what I'm thinking of. My cup runneth over with love.”
Soon, they were swaying to the music. To the brunette, the moment had transformed to another time, that last night of their first trip to Paris, when she asked Alex to spend the rest of her life with her.
“Sometimes in the evening when you do not see, I study the small things you do constantly.” She continued her song. “I memorize moments that I'm fondest of, My cup runneth over with love.
“In only a moment when we both will be old. We won't even notice the world turning cold. And so in this moment with light from above, My cup runneth over with love…” She finished the last stanza, wondering for the hundredth time if her mother was reminiscing the happier times of her youth with the man she once loved, and thinking that she and Alex were so much luckier…
She waited for her wife to say something, anything. The blonde remained silent.
“What now?” Olivia asked tentatively.
“Now?” Alex look up, her clear blue eyes bright with unshed tears. Conjuring a warm smile, she whispered against her partner’s lips. “Now I want you. Need you…”
******
Earlier that evening……
Captain Tutuola of the 0-1 was wrapping up another raid when he walked by the group of underage coeds being held for transport. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a girl with purple hair and funky blue cat-eyed glasses. Turning to the rookie standing guard, he ordered, “Put that one in my car.”
“Yes, Capt’n.”
As he was walking away, he heard the girl plaintively crying, “No, no, no, my parents are going to kill me. Please, I promise this is my first time.”
Fin sighed, definitely recognizing the voice. **Yup, her parents are gonna kill her. If I don’t get to her first,** he thought to himself, and picked up his cell phone.
“Munchie, I need your help.”
“Sure, buddy, anything.”
“Oh, no, you’re not gonna like this one.”
“Why? Something happened at the raid, Fin?”
“Oh, yeah, I found an unexpected package.”
“What was it? Drugs? I’ll have my guys come over right away.”
“No, John, I only wish it was that kinda package.”
“So what is it?”
“Oh, seventeen, purple hair, blue cat-eyed glasses and drunk on her skinny ‘lil ass,” Tutuola gave the description of the perp; he was pissed, to put it mildly.
“I’ll find Casey.”
“Thanks, bud.”
Finally, the bust was over. Fin got into his car and slammed the door.
The girl jerked awake; and immediately noticed the familiar face. “Uncle Fin! I’m so glad to see you. Can you take these off?” She was ecstatic, and chattering. “My Mommies are gonna kill me if they found out. Can you please take these off, they’re really tight…” She held her wrist forward.
“Sit back and shut up. I don’t wanna hear nothin’ else out of you.”
“But Uncle Fin!” She whined.
“It’s Capt. Tutuola to you. And you’re a perp.”
“You’re not taking me home?”
“If you wanna call a 8 by 10 home, that’s up to you.”
“Am I under arrest now?”
“Hmm… You smelled like a distillery, you’re cuffed, what do you think?”
She just started crying.
“Shut up.”
The girl did exactly that.
“And stopped the sniffling.”
Following the policeman’s order, she stifled her tears. Huddling in the corner of the big black sedan, she looked and felt miserable, and sick with fear; and she wondered if she would see the light of day…
******
Later on in the holding cell……
The Manhattan DA stormed into the area. Seeing the Captain, she barked, “What’s so damn important that can’t wait until tomorrow morning.”
Her partner chimed in, “Yeah, we made this dinner reservation three months ago. This had better be good.”
“Oh, trust me, Serena. It’s good. It’s better than good. In fact, it’s so damn good, it’s wonderful.”
“Why all that sarcasm?” The attorney raised her brows in amazement. “What’s gotten your shorts twisted up in a wad?”
“Oh, you’ll see. Follow me.” Fin led the way to the lock-up area.
The girl in the holding cell jumped up and grabbed the bars. “Aunt Casey! Aunt Serena! Please tell me you’re here to take me home. I haven’t had my one phone call. Although I’m not sure I really want it. I haven’t been mirandized, or processed. Uncle F… um… Capt. Tutuola just shoved me in here, and left me.” She rambled, then added in a small whisper,“And I really need to go to the bathroom.”
Casey closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Shut up, and sit down.”
“But Aunt Casey….” She whined.
“Right now, I’m not your Aunt Casey, not the woman who let wild bunnies tear up her yard to keep you happy, not the one who took you fishing or to baseball games.”
“Are you here as the Manhattan DA then?”
“I should be, and next time, I will. So if you’re smart, there won’t be a next time.”
“No, I promise, there won’t be a next time. Please don’t be mad at me. And please, please, please don’t tell my mommies?”
“Don’t tell me what?”
“Oh, god.” Alexis backed away from the bars to the furthest corner of the cell.
“Alexis, I asked you a question.”
“Where’s Mother?”
“Lucky for you, she’s still at the precinct.”
“You’re not gonna tell her are you? She’s gonna kill me. Or are you gonna kill me first?”
Alex chose to ask instead, “What have you done to your hair?”
“It’s just… It’ll wash out.”
“It had better.” Alex said, then turned and started to walk away.
“You’re not gonna leave me here, are you?”
Out of Alexis’s sight and earshot, Southerlyn asked, “You’re not really going to leave her here, are you?”
“I should.” Alex struggled to control her emotions.
“If Olivia sees her here,” Casey wrapped a comforting arm around her friend. “She might throw away the key. Especially when she finds out how upset you are.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She sighed and looked towards Fin. “Thanks for taking care of her.”
He just nodded, and handed Serena the key.
“I’m as mad at her as the next person, why do I have to be the good guy?” She complained aloud as she walked towards the cell…
******
Still later, at SVU…..
“Benson,” the captain answered without looking at the caller ID.
“Hi.”
“Sweetheart?” Immediately, she put down the file she was working on, and jumped up from her chair. “You okay? It’s three o’clock in the morning.”
“Yes, I’m fine. We just had a little trouble.”
She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Is everybody okay?”
“Everyone’s all right. Alexis paid Fin a visit tonight.”
“Fin was on a big bust tonight… Oh, no, please don’t tell me she was there.” She dropped her forehead in her hand, and began pacing around her desk.
“Well, I guess I won’t then.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Liv, I’m fine.”
Her wife sounded the exact opposite, but Olivia knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere over the telephone. “Is she okay?”
“She’s finally stopped hurling. And she’s sleeping the rest of it off in her room.”
“She got drunk.”
“Started at the top of the menu and worked her way down.”
Her being angry with their daughter would only upset Alex further, so she decided to take the situation in stride. “That’s all she did?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“Yeah, but I could think of worse things she could’ve done.”
“You’re taking this very well.”
“That’s because I did worse, much worse, at her age,” the brunette explained, chuckling softly, adding a touch of lightness to her voice.
“Don’t you dare tell her that.”
“But everyone’s okay, Alex? Do you want me to come home?”
“No, it’s all right. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“It’s a quiet night.” Olivia decided her lieutenant can handle the next few hours on his own. “I’ll be home soon…”