Ben Simmions

•Chapter 15

Ben

It was six o'clock so I headed to my car waiting on Khaliah.

She was taking longer than me. Women!!!

"Hey, glad you finally decided to show up." I said as she hopped into the car.

I leaned in for a kiss, but she denied me.

"Not a couple Ben, remember? Let's hurry to your house. I need my stress reliever, which is you sir." She said.

What she doesn't know is that I'm not having sex with her. Sex reliever my ass. Let me relieve your stress by a massage, and some nice wine.

I just really want this damn girl to open up to me.

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"You know every time I see your house I am still amazed."

"Move in," I said.

Khaliah looked at me and laughed. I was serious though. Shit move in with me. I'm lonely most of the time, why not have her here with me?

"Ben you sure know how to make me laugh. Thanks I needed that," she said as she began to kiss upon me.

The kiss got heated, and before I knew it my hands were trailing down to her ass.

"Wait, Khaliah." She looked up at me with lust in her eyes.

"Yes," she said as she was pulling my shirt over my head.

"Can we just talk today?" I questioned as she stopped kissing on my body.

"Like talk during sex? It's really weird Ben so no." Khaliah stated as she continued to kiss upon me.

By now I had hell of hickies on my body.

"No, like no sex at all. Just us talking getting to know one another. I can give you a massage," I said grabbing her by her waist. "We can drink some wine and enjoy one another's company."

"Ugh, fined." She groaned.

"Maybe I fuck the stress out of you later," I said in her ear as I felt goosebumps on her body.

"Massage, and sex in one day? Where do I sign up?" She said eagerly.

I just really wanted to get to know her. Anyone that knows me knows I don't turn down sex. Especially from someone as bad as Khaliah.

But, me Ben Simmons is saying I want something more than sex.

"Okay where do we start?" Khaliah questioned as I entered the living room with the wine.

"Up to you. You wanted to do this little meet and greet thing," she said as she threw her feet onto my laps.

Khaliah wiggled her little feet to let me know I should start massaging them.

I actually didn't mind massaging her feet because they aren't ugly. They are actually pretty, and as far as I know every time I see her feet they a polished. Looking like she just left the shop.

I grabbed her foot and began to massage. "Okay so why do you want to be a journalist?"

"Because, I've always dreamed of myself having my own show. I'm a huge sports person. So I figured start off during journalism then make my way up the scales."

I nodded my head. "One point for Khaliah," I said. She giggled. That is something I could never get tired of. Making her smile.

"Okay Ben, why do you want to talk to me so much? I mean we agreed on sex only."

"Technically we didn't. And, because I actually want to get to know someone as beautiful as you. Is that to much?"

"No, but you are a ball player. You should be having people line up at your door. Especially on road trips."

"Well here's a quick note if you were to come to all my road games I wouldn't need girls lined up for me. The only person I would need is you."

I said pulling her onto my lap.

"Let me guess you want sex now?" I shook my head yes.

"But, that was only two questions." She whined. "I want to know more about you."

"Well let me give you a lesson on myself in the bedroom."

Khaliah giggled. I knew she wanted me as bad as I wanted her now.

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