Friends With More Benefits (15 page)

Brian said, "Hey, I'm right here."

She ignored him and then continued, "And larger
balls, like nice ones…that same firm ass, but with nothing but tiny
little baby blonde hairs on all of it."

Rafael smiled brightly as he said, "Oh I love
those baby blonde hairs."

"So do I."

"Is his brother straight?"

"He is. He's really straight."

"That's a shame because he sounds amazing."

Brian turned to them. "Okay, can we stop fawning
over my brother’s perfect penis, balls, and hair-free ass? What am
I—a giant hairy ape with a pencil dick?"

"No one called you an ape," Victoria replied.
Brian glared at her, and she grinned. "You know I think you have a
gorgeous penis."

Brian nodded and returned to the position.
Rafael clapped his hands together then said, "Okay, let me get the
big trimmer—the really big one."

As he walked out into the hall, Raphael
screamed, "Reschedule my two thirty and my three."

Brian glared at Victoria as he asked,
"Really?"

"You are going to love it. Trust me."

He exhaled deeply and began to whimper.

When Rafael returned, he spent the next ten
minutes trimming all the hair he could reach. When the waxing
began, the bloodcurdling screams could be heard two stores away on
both sides of the spa. Most people inside the spa thought it was a
woman screaming, but when the screams were followed by a male voice
spewing horrific expletives, they realized exactly what was
happening. It wasn't the first time that a man was tricked into a
full Brazilian, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Forty minutes later, Brian limped to the car,
exhausted and bleeding from places he'd rather not mention. He
didn't say a word to Victoria during the ten-minute drive home as
he sat fidgeting and grimacing in his seat. When Victoria pulled
her car into the Grayson driveway, Brian opened the door to leave.
She grabbed his arm. He looked at her and sighed.

"Look, I know this wasn't fun, but it will be
worth it."

"It better be."

"When she sees your hairless parts, she's going
to instantly get wet." Victoria smiled brightly as she added,
"Wait, I know…you should not show her until the wedding night.
It'll make it really special." She frowned as she added, "Well,
you’ll probably need at least three days to heal fully anyway."

"How did it look?"

"Amazing. You penis and balls looked huge not
covered by all that hair. And your ass looked so good you could eat
a snack off it. I saw it just before the blood began gushing
out."

He grimaced and then reached again for the
door.

"Wait. Don't go in there frowning. She'll know
something is up. Just use the cream he gave you, and you should be
fine. Take a few baths."

He painted on a fake smile. "All right."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Do you need me
to come in and take a look or change your pad or anything?"

He glared at her without answering as he climbed
out of the car.

"Oh, okay then."

He glanced back to her. "She better be all over
me, or I'm coming over to your house so you can do it."

"Listen, Brian, If Jillian wasn't my best
friend, and if I didn't just recently shove my tongue so far up
your brother's ass that he couldn't breathe, you wouldn't be able
to pull me off of you."

He looked at her horrified. "Charming."

Brian grimaced as he adjusted his shorts in the
back. He exhaled deeply and then paused. "Well, thanks—I guess." He
adjusted the back of his shorts once more with a frown and then put
on a cheery fake smile as he nodded to her.

"Tough it out. I promise it will be worth
it."

Victoria grinned as she watched him walking a
little funny toward the house.

Brian struggled to walk normally as he headed
into the kitchen. He found Jillian sitting there typing away on her
laptop. She said, "Hi."

He asked hesitantly, "Is everything okay?"

She smiled. "I've decided to just not think
about it. Let Albert and my publisher deal with it for now. I sent
the papers off to my attorney and told him I don't want to talk
about it until I get back."

Jillian finally noticed his hair then said, "Oh
I love your haircut! You look cute." She closed her computer and
then walked up and hugged him. She said, "Let's not let it spoil
our wedding. Now weren't we going to take a trip before?"

He looked at her confused, "A trip?"

"Around the world."

"Oh yeah…"

Jillian reached down to his groin and squeezed
his package gently. He jumped back as if she had shoved a stick
into an opened wound. He yelped, "Ouch."

She gave him an odd look. "What's wrong."

"Sorry, I just…uh, you know balls can be so
sensitive. They must have been sitting in there wrong or…"

She gave him a sexy smile and moved toward him.
"Do you want me to check them for you?" He took another step back,
and she narrowed her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I was just thinking, maybe we should not have
sex until the wedding night. I think it'll really be hot to, uh,
wait."

She gave him a skeptical look. "Really?"

"Yeah, we'll be so horny for each other by
Sunday that we'll just go crazy. It'll be amazing."

Jillian smiled warming to the idea a bit. Then
she said, "Okay. I can do it if you can do it."

He smiled halfheartedly, grabbed two beers out
of the refrigerator, and then headed out of the room.

"Where are you going?" She called after him.

"Upstairs to take a bath."

She made a quizzical face then said, "Okay, but
remember this no sex thing means no masturbation either."

"You don't have to worry about that," he moaned
as he limped up the steps while clutching his balls gently.

On the campus of NYU, outside of Natalie's dorm
building, Jason waited. When he saw her, he walked up, and although
he already knew from the photo, he asked, "Are you Natalie
Brookhart?"

"Yes," she said as she looked at him
confused.

He extended a large envelope toward her, and she
took it. He said, "Have a good trip." She watched as he slipped
away. Natalie rushed to her room, opened the envelope, and then
studied the contents. She immediately called Josh.

In Orlando, Rob was picking up carryout at a
restaurant within walking distance of the apartment building. An
attractive woman in her late twenties, dressed like a jogger and
wearing a Georgia State University T-shirt waited two stores away
with a phone to her ear. Across the street a man in a dark suit sat
in a car, and he was also on the phone.

The man watched as Rob turned toward the door.
He said, "Okay now."

The woman kept the phone to her ear as she
jogged toward the store as Rob opened the door and slipped outside,
she timed it perfectly and ran right into him. She tumbled to the
ground as her phone skipped along the concrete. Rob's bag also flew
out of his hand. He looked around in shock and then focused on the
woman. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. I was on the
phone and wasn't watching where I was going. Are you all
right?"

Rob said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

The woman got up as Rob picked up her phone and
his carryout bag. He handed her the phone. She said, "Thanks. I'll
be more careful." She waited for a moment for him to notice the
T-shirt and then after an awkward silence she said, "Well, nice
meeting you."

Rob finally glanced down to her shirt and then
smiled. "You went to GSU?"

"Yep. Graduated in two thousand nine."

"I just graduated this year."

She smiled brightly. "No way. I've never met any
Panthers down here. Everyone seems to be from a Florida
school."

He nodded. "When you live in a state with
beautiful weather, why go to school somewhere else?"

She chuckled. "I'm Bridget."

"Rob."

"So did you spend a lot of time at Chubby's?
Senior year we lived there."

"Sure, we were there a lot."

"I don't remember seeing you," she said.

"I probably wasn't there that much in oh
nine."

She nodded smiling. "You live around here?"

Rob pointed toward the apartment complex as he
said, "Yeah, right there at Blue Stone."

"That place looks nice. I'm renting a room from
a friend temporarily down on Tenth Street while I look for a
place."

"Oh."

"Hey, you still follow the football team?"

"Sure, but they're never on TV."

"There's this bar I know where they show all the
college games. I've been looking for someone to go with to watch.
You know my girlfriends would be bored, and if I go alone guys
would be so…you know."

"Oh, sure," Rob said, while he looked her over
from head to toe. He thought, my God, she was cute. Great tits.

"Would you maybe like to go sometime and
watch?"

"Definitely."

"There's a game this Saturday."

Rob smiled and then shook his head. "My mother's
actually getting married this weekend, and I need to fly out for
the wedding. They're getting married in St. Barts." Rob widened his
eyes a little embarrassed.

"Wow, I've heard of destination weddings. That's
some destination."

He nodded. "I'm free the next weekend. How about
we exchange numbers, and I'll call you when I get back?"

"Awesome," She nodded and then glanced to the
man in the car, smiling while they readied their phones for the
exchange.

October fourth was Jim's birthday, and it was a
big one this year since he was turning twenty-one. After a day of
classes and calls from both his mother and brother, Jim was ready
for the real celebration to begin. Caroline had told him the day
before that she had something special planned. His curiosity was
piqued when he discovered her waiting for him in the living room of
his dorm suite, and she would not allow him to enter his bedroom
because it would spoil the surprise. Caroline slipped back into his
room, picked out an appropriate outfit for him for the night, and
waited while he showered and changed.

First she took him out for
dinner and then on to a bar for his first
legal
drinking experience. At just
after ten, they returned to his dorm. Caroline made him wait
outside the bedroom door as she slipped into his room. When he
heard her bang some body parts into something really loudly and
then curse, he broke into laughter. A few seconds later, she opened
the door an inch, told him to come in, and then moved away from the
door.

Jim tried to open the door, but it seemed to be
blocked by some piece of furniture and would only open about
eighteen inches. He peered into the dimly lit room and saw that a
single, large candle provided the room’s only light; he could just
make out Caroline sitting on his bed and grinning hesitantly. She
said, "Sorry, I guess I should have measured before I, uh…"

"What are you up to?" he asked, chuckling as he
struggled to see more of the candlelit room. He slipped through the
opening, scraping his shoulder along the way before falling onto
the bed. He closed the door and then steadied himself while letting
his eyes fully adjust to the dimly lit room. Inside the room, she
had created a mini feng shui massage experience with a massage
table, a single large candle, and some kind of grass wall hanging.
He took in the scene with his lips parted, and his heart melting.
When Jim glanced back to her, his surprise was evident.

"Do you like it? I mean, it's not as nice as the
one you put together for Victoria, but you know you don't have a
lot of space in here, and I didn't win any money at a casino."

The room was so small that the massage table was
pressed up against his dresser on one side and his bed on the
other. There were only a few feet of floor space at the foot and
head of the table.

"I love it."

Caroline looked at him and shook her head as she
said, "I screwed this whole thing up. It doesn't fit—it's a
disaster."

"No, no. I really do love it." He leaned over
and gave her a kiss.

"Really?"

He nodded, but she frowned as she looked at the
dresser. "There's a slight problem with the dresser. Now you can
only open the top drawer. Oh, I think you can get into the bottom
one if you crawl on the floor under the table."

Jim gave her a concerned look. "But my condoms
are in that middle drawer."

"Oh, that's your other surprise."

He gave her a curious look as she returned a
sexy smile. "At the beach I told you I wanted to go on the pill,
remember?" He nodded, and she added, "Well, surprise."

Jim widened his eyes. "That might be my favorite
gift."

They shared a chuckle and then he grinned as he
stood on the mattress to take in the entire room. "There's enough
room—kind of. I mean, you can stand by the door for this side, then
by the window for the other side, or kneel on the bed over here. It
fits perfectly."

"Yeah, right, but luckily it folds up for when
you actually want to live in here. Why don't you get ready for your
rub? You know—take it all off."

Caroline struggled to climb from the bed to the
foot of the table as Jim began removing his clothing. She admired
his firm body in the candlelight as he moved from the bed onto the
sheet-covered table and put his head comfortably in the rest.

"Is this table heated?" he asked jokingly. She
smacked him hard on the ass, and he said, "Just kidding."

Caroline dribbled a line of
oil over his ass and legs and then began to work it in. He groaned
as she firmly worked his glutes. "I know you had that no sex rule
at your
other
massage room, but I was thinking maybe we should waive that
here," she said.