Friends With Extra Benefits (2 page)

"What the hell happened?"

"You didn't see the TV coverage?"

"TV coverage?"

"Yeah, we—"

"Wait, why does this sound familiar? Wedding in
St. Barts with a brawl. Is your mother... Jaclyn West?" Bridget's
face lit up.

"That's her," he muttered finding himself still,
to this day, a little embarrassed to admit it.

"Seriously... I saw it. So the news said that
girl Natalie dated her son, so you dated Natalie?" She stared at
him waiting for his reply.

"Yep. That's me."

"Is she really that flexible?" she asked bright
eyed.

Rob looked away and sighed.

"Is she?" Bridget repeated.

"Uh-huh," he said, a little disinterested.

Bridget studied his face. "Why are you so
depressed?"

"Depressed?"

"Is it the wedding?"

"No, I'm just tired." Turning away from her, he
grabbed the bag off the table, opened it and handed her the
bracelet.

"You shouldn't have bought me anything." She
glanced at the beautiful multicolored jeweled bracelet and smiled.
"It's gorgeous."

"Don't worry about it. It's just a little
something I saw and thought..."

She studied the bracelet carefully. "This looks
a little more expensive than fifty dollars."

"I just... really it's nothing. I want you to
have it."

"Thank you. Are you sure you're all right?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

Rob said, "Well, I saw my ex-girlfriend with
another guy tonight, and it just freaked me out. We've been broken
up a while, but I don’t know."

"You mean Natalie?"

"No another ex."

"Oh, maybe she really isn’t with this guy. Maybe
they're just friends. How can you be sure?"

He said casually, "She had his, uh, penis in her
mouth."

She widened her eyes. "Well, I guess then you're
sure."

They sat staring at each other for a moment. She
smiled at him and asked hesitantly, "Was she your date for the
wedding?"

"Yeah, but we weren't back together or anything.
She just agreed to go with me."

She held the bracelet up as she asked, "Was this
for her?"

He stared at her a moment, unsure how to
respond. Then he nodded, embarrassed.

"I can't accept it then."

"Sorry. I'm an idiot. I call you, invite you
over here and then act like I'm about to hang myself or
something."

Bridget gave him a sympathetic look. "Don't
worry about it. But really, I can't—"

"No, it's yours. I really want you to have
it."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I think I need to get out of here.
Do you want to go to a bar or something and get a real drink?"

"Yeah."

Rob asked, "You mind if I take a shower first? I
came right off the beach to the plane and I've been traveling all
day. I'm pretty sure I smell like ass."

She giggled. "You don't, but go ahead."

Two minutes later Bridget listened outside Rob's
door. She heard the water running in the shower and slipped inside
his room, carrying a small black box. Rushing past the open doorway
to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of his body through the
fogged glass shower doors. Bridget quickly searched the room until
she located his wallet. She found the card key she was after and
then slid it through the small black device in order to capture the
magnetic strip code.

After replacing the wallet where she found it,
Bridget headed toward the hall, stopping briefly to glance at Rob
again. She did find him attractive but needed to maintain her
distance. Looking down to his midsection, she could tell he was
packing an impressive package. She took a deep breath and felt her
pussy moisten a bit as she ran her tongue around her lips while she
watched him soap his body.

Rob began washing his hair and his penis came
into clear focus through the glass door. Sighing, Bridget stared
down to it and drifted away while she leaned against the doorframe,
caught in the midst of a fantasy of stripping off her clothes and
popping in to help him wash.

The squeal from the faucet as Rob shut off the
water launched her back to reality. Rushing to the living room,
Bridget slumped down on the sofa and tried to remember the last
time she'd experienced some good sex—or any sex for that matter.
She couldn’t remember exactly but guessed she was sadly closing in
on the one-year anniversary.

Over the next ten days, the newlyweds were
tearing things up in the bedroom and at one point almost broke the
sex swing. Both sore, they took a much-needed break. After
recovering a few days later, Jillian was lying face down in bed,
completely naked. It was the middle of the afternoon, and she was
staring at document on the screen of her laptop computer. Lazily
kicking her legs behind her with a cell phone to her ear, she said,
"He should be back any minute."

"Okay, now make sure you don't deviate from the
plan. I don't want you screwing this up," Victoria said.

"I won't," she replied while rolling her eyes.
"We should be over in about an hour."

"Great, I'm ready."

Jillian paused with a frown then asked, "You
don’t think were going too far this time do you?"

Victoria scoffed. "No, and remember, he brought
this on himself. He's the one who asked me to help him in St.
Barts. Look, if he doesn't take the bait now, then he's off the
hook. We agreed."

"You're right, but I just feel..." Jillian read
a sentence from the screen, smiled, and then said, "This is pretty
steamy stuff."

"I think he's really going to like the part with
all the ball licking."

"He
does
like that."

"Maybe I should try writing a steamy novel. God
knows I've got enough stories floating around in my head."

Jillian said, "Remember, I stole most of yours
already."

"That's what you think. I haven't told you
everything and some of it—"

"He's back," Jillian interrupted as she heard a
noise from the hall.

"Good luck."

Jillian tossed her cell phone to the bed, then
placed the ear buds from her powered-off iPod into her ears. Moving
to her knees, she knelt with her ass pointed high in the air facing
directly toward the open door behind her. She glanced back to check
her angle and adjusted the computer screen. Reaching down to her
pussy, Jillian ran a finger slowly over her lips as she waited
while wearing a sexy smile.

She shimmied her hips a bit as what she was
doing to herself felt really good. She thought, I'd love it if
Brian were to slip it in just for a minute. Jillian shook her head
as she fought to stay focused. She needed to stick to the plan.

Ten seconds later Brian arrived on the second
floor. He called out, "Jillian."

That was her cue and she slipped a finger
inside. When he reached the doorway and saw her on the bed touching
herself, he stood frozen just watching. His jaw dropped as he
witnessed the breathtaking sight of his gorgeous new wife caught
evidently in the midst of a masturbatory fantasy.

Now noticing the ear buds, he stood for two more
minutes, watching as she continued with her busy finger work.
Reaching down to his own growing problem area, Brian adjusted it
while he took a step closer to the action for a better look.
Jillian could feel him back there, and her smile morphed into a
wide grin. He stared, unblinking, from six feet away as she slipped
two fingers inside while balancing herself on one elbow.

She moaned loudly, then moved her shoulder to
the mattress to support her weight and took her other free hand,
coated it with saliva and brought it behind her back to her ass.
That was Victoria's idea.

His mouth shot open. Sighing loudly, he watched
Jillian slip one wet finger slowly down between her perfect cheeks
to her tiny pink puckered hole. His breathing became more labored,
and he tugged harder on his penis through his shorts as he leaned
in closer still for an even better look. Titling his head, he held
his breath as he focused in on exactly what she was doing.

Jillian turned quickly toward him. Her eyes shot
open with convincing surprise as she pulled her hands away from
their fun. "Oh, my God, you scared me!"

"Sorry, I, uh... go back to what you were
doing."

She climbed quickly off the
bed. "No, I'm so embarrassed! I was about to get in the shower
before I got
sidetracked
."

"That was just about the sexiest thing I've ever
seen." He moved his gaze to her breasts and stared like a lost
puppy. "Do you want me to finish you?"

"I'd love it, but we need to be over at
Victoria's for dinner in less than an hour."

Composing himself a bit, Brian raised his
eyebrows suggestively. "You look to be pretty close. I think I
could finish you quic—"

"Sorry, but I've got to shower, shave my legs,
do my makeup and hair... and I don’t want to be late."

Jillian reached to her laptop and closed the
cover. "I'm so embarrassed. I was writing this hot scene, and I
just couldn't stop. I was in an erotic zone or something. Then when
I was finished I, uh, couldn't help myself." She exhaled deeply,
seemingly still trapped in the fantasy and then shook her head to
break the spell. "Wow..."

He grinned. "It's okay. Anytime you want me to
watch you do that, just let me know."

Jillian smiled. "That sounds like fun." She
rushed off to the bathroom, and he stole one last look at her ass
before she closed the double doors. His curiosity piqued, he turned
to look at the laptop. Jillian watched through the space between
the doors as he moved to the bed and hesitantly picked up the
computer. She watched, paused a moment, and then shrugged. Covering
her mouth to quell her laughter, Jillian shook her head as he
opened the cover. The screen lit up, and the document appeared.
Jillian turned with a grin as she headed to the shower. Operation
“Erection Storm” phase one complete, she thought as she turned on
the water.

Brian glanced at the closed bathroom door and
then sat against the headboard while looking at the screen. He
scrolled up to the beginning of the chapter and began to read:

Jennifer and Brad sat naked, relaxing in
Veronica's hot tub. The tub was located next to the pool in her
tree-lined, super-private backyard. It was Jennifer's birthday, and
Veronica told the couple they could have the use of the house while
she was out for the night. In the back of Jennifer's mind, she
hoped Veronica would return home early and secretly watch them as
they made love in the steamy tub.

Jennifer grinned as she asked, "Have you
ever done it in a hot tub before?"

"No."

Running her tongue over her lips, she stood
and moved slowly to him. He grinned when she climbed up and knelt
over him in the bubbling water with her full breasts pressing
gently into his face. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Groaning loudly, Jennifer slowly ran her hands up his thick biceps
to his muscular shoulders. He sucked harder at her tender breasts.
She adjusted her hips until she could feel his stiff cock pressing
into her pussy. Moving his hands to her hips, Brad guided her down
until the thick head of his rigid sex slipped inside her.

She grabbed his head with her hands, pulled
him away from her breast, and stared him in the eye. "Not yet. I
want to suck you first."

Brad watched breathlessly as she slipped
from his lap. She reached into the water, took hold of his
erection, and coaxed him up to the surface. She guided his hips to
the edge of the tub, then moved between his spread legs. He groaned
as she held his stiff cock and placed her tongue at the bottom of
his balls, slowly licking all around. Slamming his eyes shut, he
enjoyed the feel of the cool air as it chilled his upper body, now
free of the steaming hot water.

She moved her head away from him and glanced
up at his face, "I love your big, smooth balls. You mind if I just
suck on them for a while?"

Nodding breathlessly, his eyes rolled back
in his head as she returned her mouth to the hairless twins.

Brian glanced from the screen to the real-life
bulge in his shorts and sighed. Grimacing, he adjusted to a more
comfortable position and then returned to the story...

Jennifer tongued his sensitive balls like
she never had before. The hot water from the tub had dropped them
so low away from his body that they hung down almost four inches.
She stroked his huge erection as she sucked one of his fleshy
globes between her soft lips and gently bathed it with her tongue.
Groaning, Brad spread his legs wider.

She pulled her lips from him and said, "I'll
bet Veronica is watching us right now."

He glanced toward the house, saw all the
lights were out, then returned his attention to her. "You really
think so?"

She nodded slowly. "Let's give her a real
show."

Moving her hand to his, she pulled him
slowly back into the bubbling water. She sat down and leaned back
until her head was resting on a towel on the edge of the tub. Next,
she guided him to stand on the bench with his legs on either side
of her. She looked up at his full balls and huge erection, which
hung just above her head as she tilted her neck back.

Brad glanced down at her like he was trapped
in a trance as she wrapped both hands around his manhood and slowly
stroked it. Opening her mouth wide, Jennifer guided him south by
pulling carefully on his penis. He squatted down until she sucked
both of his low-hanging balls deep inside her mouth. With her
tongue dancing gently around his sack, she continued jerking him
off with both hands over her head. He put his hands on his hips and
stared dreamily toward the darkened house, wondering if Veronica
was actually watching them.