Benny & Ray
76
The Jizz
Ben giggled nervously. He and Fran sat
in her living room, Fran in her long white night gown and robe, and Ben, only just arrived, sat in his winter coat and snow
boots. He carefully avoided making eye contact with Francesca.
“So, I don’t suppose you wanna
do this the old-fashioned way?” Francesca asked, “Because, I’m willing to make that sacrifice, you know.” She smiled lopsidedly, and sat back on the couch, loosening the top of her robe.
Benton Fraser turned so red, he was almost
purple. “Well, I-I-I…”
“I’m only kidding, Frase! Relax!” She smacked his arm. “So. Where do you wanna do the deed? Bathroom? Guest bedroom? My room? Can I
watch you?”
“Frannie!”
“Oh, I’m just kidding!
Here, take this off.” She began to pull him out of his coat, which he had
clutched around himself like a shield. “And get those boots off before
you track rock salt all over my clean floors.”
“Oh, sore-ey!” Ben stooped
and unlaced his heavy ankle-length boots.
Francesca stood with Ben’s coat. “Here,” she prompted. She
held out her hands for the boots which Ben shortly handed over. She dropped the
boots in the rubber boot tray next to her front door, and hung his coat up in her hall closet.
She glided back over to him, her bunny
slippers making soft shooshing noises on her gleaming hardwoods. “So,
can I get you anything before…? Tea? Coffee? Porn?”
“Oh, oh, oh. No! No! I’m fine!”
“Okay… so?” Fran stood
in front of the still-seated Ben and put her hands on her hips.
“Right! Oh! I”ll just. I’ll just go and uh, and uh….yeah.” He remained seated, turning
scarlet once more.
“Okay…Dixie cup’s in the bathroom.”
Francesca said, hands on hips. She tapped her foot.
“Oh! Okay. Yes. I’m going to, uh…”
Fran grabbed Ben by the wrist and pulled
him up, taking matters into her own hands. “You. Bathroom.” She got behind him and pushed. “Dixie cup. Go.”
She walked Ben down the short hallway into
the bathroom, and pushed him in. “Just close your eyes and think of England,”
she quipped. “Good luck!”
VVVVVV
Twenty minutes later. Fran banged on the bathroom door. “Well!” she
impatiently called.
A quiet meek voice called on the other
side. “Ummm. Fran. I. I. I don’t think I can do this. Can
we try again tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow! No! I’m ovulating right now! This egg’s on the move over here! Come on!” She banged on the
door again. “Out with the jizz! I’m tired! I wanna go to sleep!”
“Frannie! I can’t do just do it on command, you know!”
“Oh no?”
“No!” said the terrified voice
on the other side of the doorway.
Fran sighed. Why was this her life? “Hold on. Be right back.” She went to her bedroom, retrieved an object, and returned to the bathroom door. “Open up!” She cried. The
door opened just a crack and Ben peeked out.
Fran thrust a well-worn, dog-eared copy
of Playgirl through the crack. “A little inspiration,” she said. “Check out the dude on page twenty-three. Yow!”
“Thanks,” Ben said, wincing
with embarrassment. He took the proffered magazine between two fingers, gingerly,
as though it was soiled.
VVVVVV
Fifteen minutes later.
Francesca banged on the bathroom door.
“Well?!”
“Francesca!” came the
exasperated voice on the other side of the door.
“Frase, come on! I got a date with
turkey baster here!”
“Francesca, I don’t think I
can do this.”
She sighed, resting her forehead against
the door. “You need some help, then?
I can give you a hand job or something. It wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“I-I-I,” Ben stammered.
“Alright, hold on.” Fran went to her bedroom, knelt on the floor, and pulled out her “goody bag” of sex toy samples. She rummaged through the numerous gadgets, gizmos, and mechanisms. She seized upon the perfect item, and scooted back down the hallway. She knocked on the door, which again
opened just a hair.
“Here, try this!” She passed him the small rubber implement.
“What do I do with this?!”
“Open up for a minute,” Fran
chided.
Ben opened the door. Francesca did a long slow take. Ben was in shirt and boxers,
holding one hand modestly at his shirttails. She could understand why his pants
were off. But he’d also taken off his socks. Fran wasn’t sure what part of masturbation required one to remove one’s socks, but maybe it
was a Canadian thing.
Ben held the object to his face, inspecting.
“What, you’ve never seen a
cock ring before?” She snatched it from him and pantomimed slipping it on. “It
goes on this way. See? It vibrates!”
“Oh. Oh my. Goodness.”
“Do you want some help putting
it on?” She grabbed his shirttails, and lifted.
“Frannie!”
Ben squeaked, jumping back ten feet.
She erupted into laughter at the violent
reaction. “Honey, you just gotta relax, that’s all. It’s no
big thing, really.” She held out her arms, and moved toward him. She raised herself on her tiptoes and gave Ben a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze. “We really need to make this baby. What can I do for
you?”
Ben squeezed her back. “Will you call Ray?” he asked.
VVVVVV
Fran let in her exasperated brother, attired
in wool coat and uniform. He stood in the doorway looking as exasperated and long-suffering as she’d ever seen him look. “Where izzy?” He drawled.
“Bedroom,” she replied.
VVVVVV
Six minutes
later, Ray emerged, delicately holding a small white cup in front of him, grasping it with two fingers.
“All
yours!” He said triumphantly.
“Well,”
Francesca quipped. “Don’t you have the magic touch!”
“Well, you
know, what can I say? It’s a skill.”
She sighed with relief. “Thank you kindly.” She took
the proffered cup.
Ray gazed at her. “So.”
“So?”
“I don’t
know what to say for an occasion like this. Break a leg?” The siblings
burst into giggles.
Ben emerged from
the bedroom, fully dressed.
“Ready?”
Ray asked, pulling himself together.
“Yep.”
Ben retrieved his boots, slipped them back on and laced them up. He next grabbed
his jacket. “Ray, I’ll meet you in the car?”
“Yeah, I took
the squad car.” He tossed his lover the keys.
“Good-bye,
Francesca,” Ben said, barely glancing in her direction. He beat a hasty retreat.
Ray and Fran looked
at one another as soon as the door shut and burst into laughter again.
Ray leaned forward
and gave his sister a peck on the cheek. “See you Sunday for dinner?”
“Yep.”
He turned to go. “Frannie?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Fran drew back in
surprise. She waited, expecting some wisecrack, but Ray only looked at her sincerely,
standing in the doorway, his hand on the knob.
Fran smiled. “I
love you, too.”
Ray quietly closed
the door.
Fran turned,
and glided off to her bedroom, smiling.