No, it's time to test out his first 'adjustments'.

In minutes, Ben was out of his apartment, down the stairs, and starting his car. Interestingly, several girls had passed him, but none actively approached like the three outside his door had -- though, while it may have just been his imagination, he did notice them surreptitiously eyeing him. It very well could just have been jitters. Could what have happened before really be because of this magical new wristband, which was, by turns, conjured by that magical new book?

Nonsense.

...

It was time to start making an index.

Ben was about to pull out of the parking lot, when a tan-skinned woman stepped in front of his vehicle. He quickly pushed on the brakes and brought the car to a rough stop. While she crossed the gap, Ben mulled to himself.

Currently, the wristband was safe in his glove compartment. It seemed that without it, he was back to being the same 'ol pathetic Ben Reese.

Was he?

Ben watched the woman pass. She looked a cross between some Polynesian and Hispanic blood. Couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was hot. She was leggy, had a nice pair of ass and tits on her, and had rich wavy dark hair.

"I AM BEN FUCKING REESE..."

...damn it. He shouldn't.

Despite himself, the man was already rolling down his window. "Hey!" After the second time, she turned.

Shit. Those eyes were blistering. "Uh," Ben swallowed. "Hey."

It felt like an eternity. Distant horns honked in the background. The sound of children playing at the elementary across the way. Her eyes, turned over her shoulder, on that exotic face. Then landing on his own.

"Hi there," she finally returned, moving her whole body towards him.

Releasing his breath, Ben casually looked her over. Here it fucking goes. "So. Uh. You're hot. Want to... I don't know... come in my car for a quickie?"

The woman pressed her hand over her chest. "Me?" She looked around, as if there was anybody else in the area. (This was pretty much a Mexican stand-off. No one but two strangers in a tango.) "You... you want a quickie with 'me'?"

"Uh," Ben tugged at his collar, not believing where, or what, this conversation may be veering into. "Yeah."

Like out of a fever dream, instead of giving him a disgusted look, flipping him off, and walking away, the woman instead pressed her thighs tight together, side of her hand brushing a breast, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she looked to the side for any vrooming vehicles, and light-jogged towards Ben's window.

"Are you serious?" Now up and close, Ben could confirm she was just as pretty as he'd figured when he'd seen her booty-first. Her tits were pressed up against her forearm as she leaned against his car window frame.

"Serious as can be." Ben gulped, removing his eyes from her handfuls. "Just--one thing."

"What?" she tilted her head.

"It'll cost you a few bucks."

A bona fide sultry smirk crossed her lips. "For you, a few bucks is practically criminal." An audible 'mm' left her lips.

He invited her inside. As she climbed into the shotgun seat, he cleared a few stray papers and energy drink canisters. She thanked him, though there was some cheek in it.

"So," she slid her hands down her thighs to her knees, rapped them across both caps, lifted her shoulders, then turned to face Ben, "what... do you want to do?"

"I..."

Ben was oozing pre-cum out of his dick as he spoke. This must have been a dream. Yes. Surely. That would explain it. The neighbor. The co-eds. The flasher.

Could he ask for something? That wasn't how this worked, was it?

"I--" Ben shook his head, spurring himself on with the power of libido. "I think we could start by you showing me your breasts. What do you think?"

Instantly, his new sexy friend bit her lip, one hand buried between her thighs. "Oh, FUCK yes," she purred. With a hungry stare, she teasingly traced her finger down the center of her abdomen, starting from the cleavage of her top, down to her belly button, until finally reaching the bottom of her white tanktop. Then, she began pulling it up. Slowly yet surely, it eventually reached both underboobs, until finally, they shook free as she pulled both blouse and bra over her two puppies. A deja vu moment, considering the sight out of the window just minutes before.

But to see two tits up and close, nice and personal -- you can never beat that.

Especially not when they were being willingly offered to you, in such a heat of the moment daze.

"Could you slap them?"

Ben snapped out of his leer. It took a second for him to register that the words were not his own. "I--slap your tits?"

"Please?" she pouted, lip over the other. She swayed her chest from left to right. There it was. A woman's cradle of heaven, pointed right at him.

A dry gulp snaked down Ben's throat. Wait. Before he went on, he wanted to try something.

"I will slap your tits. But only if you're willing to put a few extra tens down."

"Fuck, fine, alright," the woman exhaled breathlessly. "An extra twenty, and you slap these girls of mine."

Ben's hand was rubbing his dick now. Actually, it had started the moment they started talking. Forgive him if his head was just late to the party. He felt his face being drawn to the valley between those moderate, nicely sized, tanned teardrops.

"...and, and a motor-boat!" she quickly spoke up, "for an extra ten."

"You got a deal." Swinging his arm over her shoulder, he grabbed the back of her head, pressing her lips into his. "Just," he parted, speaking between breaths, "let me take us somewhere more... out of the way."

After finding an alleyway to park in, Ben went to work. Or 'work', rather. He groped and felt up her tits, slapped them roughly and watched them jiggle and shake as he did, and buried his face in her chest and slobbered all over her lovingly fat orbs of skin with nary a shame to be had.

May dreams never die. For once, the woman was enjoying this as much if not more than he was. Ben had never been really great at anything. If he was to be honest, sex was one such example. He was never a great lover. He always had trouble focusing on anything but himself. The one time he went down on Patricia, he nearly choked on a pubic hair. It sucked.

But now... now, it seemed as if every thing he did was... right.

...which reminded him.

"Shit," Ben said, lifting his face from his lay's breasts, "I... no condoms."

"Fuck, don't have any." Cursing to herself, the woman hesitated. Then, she looked at Ben with a pleading look. "Please, if you fuck me raw, I will pay whatever it is you want. PLEASE!"

Ben blinked.

Snap.

Pinch.

Smack smack.

He was dead. He was extinct. He had left the chat room, and wasn't coming back.

If you wake me up now, tit gods, I swear...

Trying to keep his voice from quivering, he cleared his throat, looking down at her beautiful face. "You're pushing it, you know, girlie..."

"Please, please, just let me do it. Let me get fucked raw by you." Her brows were pressed down in a **** fervor. "I don't care how much it costs. This shit is the best sex ever and you haven't even fucked me yet. I want it. I need it. That cock. That penis. Please let me fuck it. I'll pay you good, I will."

"Then let's get this over with." In a clunky motion, Ben unzipped his pants and pulled them down, letting his six-inch penis hang free and hard and wet-tipped as a moist cucumber.

"Oh yes yes yess," moaned the young woman, her thighs clenching.

Ben led his dick over her groin. The two of them worked together to get her shorts down, followed by her light blue panties. She kept her bush neat, though it probably could use a trim by the next week. Below was her twat, which was soaking wet, and pink-lipped. Doing this all in the backseat of his car was not something Ben ever thought he'd actually be witness to outside of a rom-com, but here they were, and here this random chick was, getting frisky in his beat-down sedan from some out-of-town farmer. At least the air condition still worked.

"Ready?" Ben breathed.

"Mmm-hm."

Lowering himself down, Ben stuck his cock, raw, obstruction-less, into this chick he had never before met. Maybe he'd seen her before. Maybe they'd even exchanged hello's.

Who knew.

Thrust, thrust, THRUST!

Her moans filled the car interior as he plunged into her surprisingly tight pussy, clanging against her clit with each pounding smack. Thankfully, all the windows were rolled up, but it didn't take a foot's distance to hear what was rolling inside of it -- and no, it wasn't a very heavy dog.

"Yes, yes, fuck, yesSSs!" she shout-whispered, hanging on to the retractable handle on the car ceiling.

How long had it been?

Since Patricia?

Possibly. Months. Definitely months.

And for Ben, months was too long to guarantee any kind of lasting power. Sure, jacking off was one of his few fields of expertise. But it wasn't the same. And after so much pent-up sexual drive, and the titillating backwards world he had stepped into this morning, his already rugged sexual performance was at an all-time 'screw it.'

He came in three minutes. Actually, less than that.

He came, and he came hard and long. If nothing else, his projections were full and surprisingly profuse. Spurt after spurt followed creamy spurt, as his hands flailed, fingers finding more skin to grope and plough between each digit. He mushed his face against the swell of her right boob, squeezing her sides, carressed the profiles of her legs. Eventually, his penis shriveled, still lodged as it were inside the wavy-haired woman's tight tunnel of a vagina.

Probably best to lay there for a while. Let it all sink in.

After what felt like days, it was the better half of the two that broke the silence.

"That... was the best fuck... I've had all year," she half-laughed, half-wheezed, stroking Ben's back as she did and kissing his forehead.

What the hell is happening? Ben would have spared at least one thought to attempt a makeshift answer, but before he knew it, the skin of the woman before him, the ripped up car seat, the distant honks, all faded to black.