Friends Wanting Benefits (5 page)

"You don't know what it's like being married to her. It's so frustrating."

"Hmmm. I… yes…" she stammered.

He extended the fingers on his left hand, and they brushed ever so slightly against her cotton-covered thighs. Watching her expression, he saw her eyes flutter closed then reopen. He fought to suppress his grin.

She held still as his fingertip traced a line across her thigh to the center of her. Her hand wandered up his thigh until her own fingertip brushed up against his shaft.

Pressing his finger harder between her thighs, he groaned, "Oh, Demetra."

She moaned softly as her finger traced a line slowly up his erection. He gasped, lifting his head up once again and knocking the towel from his eyes. With his right hand, he took hold of the towel covering his lower body and slowly pulled it away exposing his throbbing erection.

She stared down to it, mesmerized and shaking her head. "Oh, Mr. George, I can't."

"No one will know," he whispered.

Their eyes met. "I will be fired."

"No you won't." He spread his fingers out under her, lifting up slightly as he gently swiped his thumb across her pubic bone back and forth. She gasped and wrapped her hand fully around his penis at the base.

"Don't you need to be touched?"

"Yes." She moaned breathlessly.

Taking two fingers, he pressed them hard between her legs. He could feel her hot wetness through her pants. She groaned and moved closer to the table, grinding down on his fingers.

With her eyes fluttering closed, she grabbed the bottle of hot oil and squeezed it over his erection.

"Oh, God…" he cried out softly as the warm oil dripped down slowly making every nerve ending in his groin tingle.

Wrapping her full fist around his girth, she worked the slippery oil up and down. His mouth dropped open, and he narrowed his eyes craning his neck to get a better look at her hand gliding over him.

Slowly she worked him, running her fingertips across the head as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling then down until they were halfway off her hips. She gasped, working him harder and faster now while the slippery oil glistening over his hardness.

Returning his fingers between her legs, he slid two under the side of her panties and pushed them carefully into her. She breathed out slowly, her body convulsing with his touch as she squeezed her fingers around him tighter.

His mouth opened wide, and his body shuttered as she simply held him. He drove his fingers deeper into her then slowly moved them around inside. Taking hold of him with both hands, she worked him up and down as he rubbed her harder.

She gasped then closed her lips tightly, and he watched her eyes flutter as the orgasm overtook her. He held his fingers still inside her and she moved slightly from side to side with her entire body trembling.

Finally her mouth opened wide, and she pulled back from him, shuttered once more before returning her attention to his erection with renewed energy. He laid back melting into the table and staring at the ceiling as she worked her strong, expert hands over him. Suddenly his climax hit him hard, and he stifled his groans by biting his lip. She kept at it as his body floundered on the table with his hands digging into the towels on either side of him.

After releasing him, she covered his body with a towel, pulled up her pants and rushed to the sink. He lay there gasping for air as she washed the evidence of their coupling from her fingers.

As if nothing happened, she leaned down close to his face and whispered. "Mr. George, I will bring you some warm water in a few minutes. When you are ready, please get up from the table slowly and get dressed."

"Uh…" He wore a confused expression. "Okay."

Looking away shyly, she headed out the door.

The next day Victoria and Ethan strolled down the top deck toward the fitness center. One deck below a band played Caribbean music and the sounds of the steel drums filled the air. Victoria spotted someone who looked like Jaclyn West sitting in a lounge chair wearing a one piece bathing suit and sunglasses. Grabbing Ethan's hand, she led him toward the author.

"Hey, where are we going?"

"To have a word with that author woman."

"Okay." He rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me… Jaclyn," Victoria said.

"Yes." Jillian pulled her sunglasses off and gazed up to the tall blonde.

"I thought it was you."

"It's me." She smiled. "Jaclyn is my pen name, you can call me Jillian."

"Jillian, well, we tried out chapter five last night..." Victoria began with a frown, "... and I hate to say it, but it didn't work."

"Excuse me." Jillian narrowed her eyes.

"It didn't work." Victoria nodded toward Ethan, frowning. "He couldn't give me an orgasm that way."

"Victoria..." Ethan widened his eyes, surprised.

"But he made up for it later."

"Oh, good." Jillian shook her head, a little taken aback. "You see, I try to deliver a good sexy story, but I really don't promise orgasms."

"I know—"

"I mean..." Jillian grinned. "If I could deliver those just from a read, wow, that would be something. I can't imagine how many books I'd sell then."

"What I'm trying to say is I have some ideas for you— for that scene."

"Oh, okay, well, that's nice of you, but I'm really not doing any writing while I'm on the cruise. I'm just signing books and relaxing." Jillian shrugged.

"All right." Victoria frowned, disappointed. "Sorry to have bothered you. Overall, I'm enjoying the book so far."

"Okay, great."

"Nice to meet you." Victoria nodded, and the two stepped away.

"Wait." Jillian called out. "Just out of curiosity, what book and what scene are you referring too?"

Victoria turned back and smiled. After whispering something in Ethan's ear, he walked off and she turned back and plopped down in the lounge chair next to Jillian. "In Saving Chance when Doctor Ramirez discovers the nurse in his office going through his desk."

"I remember that."

"He sits on the chair and she gets on top of him, but she's facing him, right?"

"Uh, yeah… I think," Jillian replied, unsure.

"There's really no clitoral or G-spot stimulation that way."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, if you had her facing the other way, then either Ramirez could drop his hand down to the magic button, or if the doctor is just too lazy, she could self-stimulate." Victoria rolled her eyes. "And in that position there's a much better chance he'd be hitting her G-spot."

"Wow, I, uh, never thought about that."

"I think it would give you a lot more detail to write about, you know. You spin her around and how his hands could wander from her breasts down to all her parts, up to her neck. I mean, the possibilities are pretty endless."

"Yeah, I see where you're going." Jillian nodded along.

Victoria shrugged. "Facing the way you have them pretty much all you can do is wrap your arms around each other. All the fun parts are
smushed
together and pretty inaccessible if you know what I mean."

Jillian giggled. "Maybe I should get you to write my sex scenes for me."

"Oh, I'm not a writer."

"What do you do?"

"Well..." Victoria's mouth closed, and she narrowed her eyes. "You know, no one has asked me that in a long time. Um, well, I used to be a teacher, but after my husband died I—"

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, I was depressed for a while there, but once I found out he was fucking my best friend I sorta got over it."

"Wow, I—" Jillian looked around self-consciously.

"Don't get me wrong, I forgave him..." she shrugged, "... sorta, but I decided to move on with my life. I really don't have any bad feelings about him any longer. It's weird, but I've somehow come to terms with all of it."

"If you don't mind my asking, is that your new boyfriend?"

"I wouldn't call him a boyfriend, but we're taking this cruise together."

"How old is he?"

"Twenty-one."

"And you're...?"

"Thirty-eight."

"Oh." Jillian pondered that a moment then asked, "When did your husband pass away?"

"Eighteen months ago. It was a brain tumor." Victoria sighed. "I didn't leave the house for a long time after that, and when I finally did, I still wasn't living, you know… I lost touch with friends and didn't want to meet anyone."

Jillian began, hesitantly, "Is he the first man you've, um, seen since...?"

"Seen?"

"I mean, you know, been intimate with…"

"No, about two months ago I started acting out a little, um, sexually..." Victoria frowned.

"Oh, well that's to be expected after such a tragic loss. So, what'd you do, go on a couple blind dates and have some one night stands?"

"Well..."

"Sorry, if this is getting too personal. You don't have to answer."

"No, it's fine. I really haven't spoken to anyone about it, and I think I'd like to get it off my chest."

"Okay, sure."

"I, uh, had sex with a, um, number of college freshmen... about..." covering her mouth, Victoria mumbled, "... Thirty."

"Three?" Jillian narrowed her eyes, confused.

"Thirty." Victoria shrugged, apologetically.

"Thirty." Jillian's eyes bugged out. "Wow, you were… Busy."

"I interviewed them all first and made sure they were all virgins so, you know..."

"Interviewed them?" Jillian's jaw fell open. "How'd you—"

"I pretended to be a sex researcher."

"Okay, wow, that's—"

"I didn't have intercourse with all of them."

"This is—" Jillian shimmied uncomfortably in her chaise.

"I started with hand jobs in movie theaters then I got a little carried away."

"I can imagine." The famous author looked away seemingly torn between intrigue and horror.

Victoria sighed. "You see, I was sorta doing it to honor my husband's memory."

Jillian turned slowly toward her confessor and asked, "How exactly do hand jobs in movie theaters honor his memory?"

"Well, he was this nerdy guy before I met him and he had a random encounter with an older woman in an empty movie theater and he told me about it. He said it changed his life... Told me he probably never would've had the courage to ask me out if that hadn't happened to him."

"Okay, yeah. I can see how that would—"

"I wanted to give something back to the lonely young men out there."

"Huh." Jillian made a face. "You do hear about people giving back, but, um, this is a pretty unique way to do it."

"Yeah, I thought so." Victoria shrugged.

"Well, I'll bet they appreciated it." Jillian held back a chuckle.

"Believe me they did." Victoria scoffed. "That's actually how I met Ethan. He was one of them, except he only pretended to be eighteen and a virgin."

"He lied to you?"

"He did." Frowning, she nodded. "And I was really, really upset about it all, but then he sorta saved me from getting raped by these four college guys."

"Seriously?" Jillian's eyes widened.

"Yeah and right after that was when I found out my husband was sleeping with my best friend. That was a rough couple days."

"Sounds like it."

Victoria added matter-of-factly, "Oh, and it turns out Ethan had sex with her too."

"With who?" Jillian asked, appearing like her head was about to spin off into the ocean.

"My friend."

"Wait, Ethan and your husband both had sex with your friend?"

"Uh-huh."

"At the same time?"

"No." Victoria looked at her like she was nuts. "Not at the same time."

"I'm so confused right now. How did Ethan meet her?"

"Well, she's a realtor, and she was trying to sell my house. You see I had left town to get away from… and he... he was trying to find me, and I guess one thing led to another."

Jillian let out a long, slow breath and shook her head. "Wow, that's some story."

"Yeah..." Victoria gazed out to the ocean and closed her eyes.

"Sounds like you have a book or two in you."

"What?" Victoria turned to her.

"You should write a book."

"No." She frowned. "I'm not a writer."

"You should try." Jillian put her hand on Victoria's arm. "Do you have any other suggestions for my book?"

"I'm a total bitch, aren't I?" Victoria chuckled. "Here I am telling you how to improve your book. Ugh, sorry, I sometimes I say things without—"