Getting the Job Done

by Stacey Zackerly

  Then I casually strolled over to the serving cart, found my salad, and placed a napkin on my bare lap in the most ladylike way possible before digging in.

  CHAPTER 14:

  Girl's night out became a semi-regular event with us after that, but we never had sex with each other on our own for some reason. We did kiss on the lips whenever we greeted or parted, but so far nobody had a made a move to instigate some sort of lesbian relationship. It was just something that we didn't hesitate to do if the opportunity came up, which it did once or twice.

  Kate introduced me to a couple of her friends, one of whom, Jane, lived two floors above us. Sometimes girl's night out was just an excuse for us gals to go out and drink too much, but that was always fun, too. I was really happy to have Kate introduce me to some other women around my age. I certainly wasn't going to meet any girls at work.

  On one such excursion we were at the stage of intoxication where direct questions tended to be met with truthful answers as Kate leaned over the table and stared at me.

  "So what the fuck is really going on with you and Brent?" she asked in a tone that sounded like I had been trying to hide some big secret from her.

  "Friends with benefits," I replied.

  Kate just nodded approvingly before speaking again.

  "Very wise. He seems like a keeper in many ways but you know he's banged half of the women in our building," she said.

  "Oh, yeah? Including you?" I inquired.

  "Oh, yeah, but that was a long time ago. When I first moved in actually. That's kind of his modus operandi. Swoop in first, bag the new bitch, and move on."

  "That was certainly how he did it with me," I said with a smile.

  "Yes, but you're still seeing him. That's what's perplexing. A criminal rarely changes his modus, whatever I just called it."

  "He's not a criminal, he's a financial broker kind of guy," I said, perhaps a little defensively.

  "Same thing. The point is he's handsome, intelligent, neat but not gay, makes a good living and he's good at fucking. The downside has always been that he's so good at fucking that he can't help but fuck anyone he pleases. You obviously like him and he obviously likes you and you've been...friends..."

  "With benefits," I added.

  "With benefits...for almost a year now. Are you in love with the guy or what? I mean I can understand being apprehensive about getting tied down to such a known philanderer but it seems like you must have something more going on than just being fuck buddies," Kate said as she concluded her analysis.

  "Friends with benefits," I reminded her again.

  "Friends with benefits. I stand corrected. Although if I thought I could stand I would go to the lady's room because I've really got to pee."

  "I'm headed that way," Jane volunteered. "I'll see that you don't fall on your face."

  "That's not what I'm worried about. I just paid almost 700 bucks for these fucking shoes and I am not going to break a heel stumbling like a drunken sot to the bathroom. Someone give me an empty glass and I'll just pee right here."

  I think Kate might have done it, despite her elegance and refinement. In some ways girl's night out often tended to be more rowdy and raunchy than drinks with the boys from work. Jane and I both assisted Kate to the lady's room and she managed to relieve herself without damaging her expensive footwear.

  She was drunk as a skunk but she had actually given me a lot to think about. I did love Brent, in a way, and I'm not going to cop out and say just as a friend or like a brother. I guess the fact that what we had seemed to work so well I never felt the need to mess with it. I certainly knew that he saw other women, but I was becoming a pretty major slut myself so I hardly had grounds for jealousy. Knowing that he and Kate had fucked was kind of a little surprise, but I had actually thought about asking Kate to join us for a three-way on Brent's birthday so I wasn't appalled by the thought of the two of them together.

  On the other hand there was this part of me that sort of tugged at my heart sometimes. I knew that I could never be with anyone for terribly long because I only had three years left to be who I was right now. Of course that probably meant that Kate and my other new friends would be gone as well, and that wasn't something I liked to think about. I'd certainly have to move out of the building and would probably move back to where I came from. My friends would presumably still want to stay in touch so I would have to come up with some excuse for why that wasn't possible.

  It seemed best to be a piece of ass. A likeable piece of ass, hopefully, but nothing much more. The girl who gives head in a portable toilet. No name but a memory that lasts forever. But that mother fucking female DNA was always lurking inside me like a ticking time bomb. I never knew when it was going to go off and make me do some crazy feminine shit...like falling in love.

  CHAPTER 15:

  As a man I had kind of a double-standard where women were concerned. I tended to be pretty possessive. If I was seeing a chick she was "my girl" and if some other guy seemed to be paying her too much attention I was ready to take a swing at him. I thought about that whole DNA business Dr. Farnum was talking about and realized that I had very much acted like some caveman ready to fight off any intruders on my territory. And while I didn't expect to marry a virgin I had kind of an arbitrary figure in my head for how many past lovers were acceptable in a woman.

  And I had cheated. Maybe not as bad as that Dave Kline asshole who had dumped Kate for her sister, but I certainly had a few one-night-stands with women while I was seeing someone else. Of course that was kind of the way it was with a lot of the guys I knew. No man in his right mind was going to turn down hot pussy no matter what his relationship status was. That's why it didn't surprise me at all that so many of the men at work would jump at the chance to bone Jeannie regardless of whether they were completely single or not. Had I been at that rock festival with a date I'm sure I would have still gotten in the Port-a-John with that strange cock sucking bimbo...and probably banged my date when we got home without feeling guilty at all.

  I have no idea how many other men in the world think like that. My frame of reference is pretty small, but in my little corner of the world that was pretty much business as usual. I certainly never wanted to hurt anyone. I guess I figured that as long as I kept my "side dishes" secret it would be as if they never happened.

  It was so strange to look at it from the other side of the fence. I had yet to experience the pain of a man betraying my trust, probably because I hadn't put that kind of trust in any man yet and probably never would. My new girlfriends, however, had all kinds of stories about men who had lied to them, cheated on them, dumped them for other women, sometimes with nothing more than a text message telling them that it was over. I had watched my best friend Kate shovel ice cream down her throat with tears in her eyes over a painful breakup. It tore at my heart. All of the women I had made friends with seemed pretty terrific to me. They were smart, fun to be around, and each of them was attractive in their own way. That's not to say that they were perfect or flawless, and I'm sure if I were dating them as a man instead of just hanging out with them as one of the girls, I'd discover lots of traits and habits that seemed annoying. But they were all pretty cool people with big hearts and they seemed to really want love and affection.

  I knew that I kind of did, too. Or at least I was very curious about what being in a real romantic relationship with a man would be like. I was definitely enjoying my guilt-free, no strings attached, fuck-as-you-please lifestyle, and particularly enjoyed the lack of stress and paranoia that went along with jealousy, but I also felt like maybe I was missing something. I wondered whether there was a way you could have both the freedom to be with other people openly while still maintaining a committed relationship with one person. The fact that Brent screwed around didn't bother me at all because I was screwing around just as much. It also didn't make me care any less about him or diminish our friendship.

  What was the difference between a friend with benefits and a boyfriend anyw
ay? Was it only about sexual fidelity? I actually once had a girlfriend suggest that we see other people. We'd still be the top priority in our lives but if the opportunity came up to be with someone else sexually we could go for it if we wanted to. I had actually told her that if she wanted to be a whore so badly she might as well just do it and at least get some money for her efforts. Needless to say that didn't go over too well and the relationship ended shortly thereafter. The dumb thing was that I knew that having meaningless sex with someone didn't make me feel any less attracted to my girlfriend, or any less in love with her. Yet somehow in my mind I felt like she couldn't possibly feel the same way.

  Maybe it was insecurity on my part. The fear that she'd meet some guy with a bigger cock or better skills in bed. That thought was such a crushing blow to my manhood that it was almost unbearable to contemplate it. Wasn't I good enough for her? Now I wondered what it was about those other women that I desired while dating someone else. It certainly wasn't always looks. I had dated some pretty hot chicks in my time but that never kept me from lusting after other women, whether I acted upon that lust or not.

  I think part of it was the newness. "Fresh" pussy just always seemed so exciting. And if I was dating a blonde I'd be more likely to cheat with a brunette. It was probably more the idea that I was such a stud I could have a hot girlfriend and still bang a bunch of tail on the side. The female equivalent of stud seemed like slut to me, which had a much more negative connotation.

  Obviously I should have expected that there would be a lot more to switching from male to female than just whether you urinated with the seat up or down but I don't think I really anticipated how deeply it would impact just about everything in my life, in one way or another. I was not just my old self wearing a dress. I was experiencing all new ways to look at things, and finding that I had very different feelings and emotions. I thought I could see and relate to the "female point of view" if such a generalized thing really existed.

  I wondered how Brent felt about relationships. Since neither one of us seemed in any hurry to change what we were doing we basically never talked about that. I wondered whether we had been able to keep our thing going for this long because he thought of me as a whore and a slut and I didn't do anything to discourage that notion. We were having our cake and eating it too all the time but I was now a bit curious to find out what his thoughts were on the subject. It was obviously more of an academic exercise, since I couldn't really marry him or anyone else while I was just a temporary test subject.

  With Brent's birthday coming up that led me to conduct a little experiment, that I was sure would be fun for all parties concerned, but that might have a lasting impact on the nature of several personal relationships.

  CHAPTER 16:

  "Happy birthday, baby!" I said cheerfully as I let Brent into my apartment.

  I was decked out in totally wicked red lingerie. It was all very sheer and lacy with scalloped trim and spaghetti straps going everywhere. There was a high lace collar with a thin harness strap that ran all the way down to the top of my panties, and of course matching garter belt and stockings. I was hoping to make a strong impression when I opened the door and from the look on Brent's face it appeared that I had done so.

  "Oh, wow...you said you had a surprise for me but I had no idea it was going to be this hot."

  "Well, thank you for that, baby," I said as I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a proper greeting kiss. "But this isn't really the surprise."

  At that moment Kate stepped out of the bedroom wearing exactly the same outfit, but n black. I saw Brent's jaw literally drop in surprise and wondered what he might be thinking, aside from the obvious as I could see the bulge growing in his pants.

  "Hey Brent," Kate said pleasantly with a little wave of her hand. "Happy birthday."

  "The same to you, I mean thank you, I mean...what the hell do I mean?" he stammered.

  "I thought I might need some help making this birthday extra special for you and Kate was happy to pitch in and lend a hand. It's my first chance to get you a birthday gift and I wanted it to be something memorable. And since we've all already done it with each other in some combination I figured we could skip the small talk and dive right in."

  "You and Kate have..." Brent started to ask.

  Kate and I just looked at each other and smiled as we nodded.

  "Oh, wow," he said again.

  "Or we could just eat the cake I bought if you'd rather do something a little more conventional," I suggested facetiously.

  "No, no! I like your plan just fine," Brent replied happily.

  Kate and I went over and stripped Brent completely nude, kissing and touching various parts of his body, as well as our own along the way. I don't know exactly how much harder a man can really get from one erection to the next but it seemed like Brent was even harder than usual.

  Once he was naked we took him to my bedroom and had him lie down flat on his back, he his head propped up comfortably with some pillows so that it would be easy to see what we were doing to him. Then Kate and I sort of curled up on either side of him down by his pelvis as we began to stroke his cock while we kissed.

  "This is going to be the best birthday ever," Brent said contentedly as he viewed the action unfolding below his waist.

  "Don't you think he has a lovely cock?' I asked Kate in between kisses.

  "Absolutely. I always did. Of course I haven't seen it in a long time and he was younger then," Kate teased.

  "Hey, it's my birthday. I was younger yesterday, let alone a few years ago," Brent pointed out.

  "So would the birthday boy like Kate to give him head, or would you like me to do it, or would you prefer that we both suck your cock?" I asked with mock innocence.

  "If you don't mind sharing I'd hate to see anyone left out," Brent replied.

  "Since you're my guest I think you should have first crack at it," I suggested politely to Kate.

  Kate smiled at me, and then at Brent, and then she went down on him. While she was starting to go to work I kind of crawled up next to Brent and whispered to him very softly.

  "Doesn't she look so pretty with you big cock in her mouth?" I asked.

  "Ah...yeah, she does," Brent replied a little carefully.

  I knew that there was a very strong possibility that Brent might be suspecting some kind of a trap. He knew that Kate was my best friend but he had never mentioned fucking her before. He probably wondered before tonight if Kate had ever mentioned it. If this was happening to me when I was a man I'd probably worry that it was too good to be true and be on my guard.

  There was kind of a test going on but I was testing myself more than anything. I knew that Brent saw other people, just as I did, but we never talked about that, and I had certainly never seen him with another woman, so I pretty much blocked it from my mind. I was curious to see how I would feel if we brought that out in the open and I was confronted with the sight of him fucking someone else. When I learned that Kate had fucked him I felt those nasty feelings of green-eyed jealousy trying to creep into my brain and make me crazy so I also wanted to see if I could watch her with Brent and be totally cool with it.

  "I've never seen you get head from another woman," I whispered. "I think it's pretty hot."

  Then I kissed him for a while. My tongue was in his mouth, his tongue was in my mouth, and his hard dick was very much in Kate's mouth. It made me feel sort of connected to both of them, which obviously I was in a variety of ways.

  "Don't be greedy bitch!" I joked as I slid back down to Brent's pelvis. "Let me suck my man's big cock for a while."

  Kate slid up next to Brent's head, much as I had done, while I lovingly began to take my turn at blowing him.

  "She's a very special girl," Kate whispered. "You're a very lucky man."

  "Yes I am," Brent said in agreement.

  "If you ever hurt her I'll cut your balls off."

  "Ah...yes ma'am."

  I don't think I was supposed to hear that co
nversation but I was kind of glad that I had. I knew that Kate would never do anything like that literally but I was happy to know that she was as protective of me as I was of her. And while I hadn't said anything to her about my ulterior motives it seemed like she must have sort of suspected that I was trying to do something here that went beyond just giving a Brent a nice birthday present.

  We ended up both sucking him simultaneously by one of us taking the top while the other sucked his balls or kissed the base of his shaft, or sometimes by keeping our heads close together and going down on him in turn. When it was time for him to cum I let Kate have the honors and he seemed to have quite a bit of the sticky stuff to unload. Kate then surprised me by revealing that she hadn't swallowed it all and let the remainder kind of dip into my mouth before we finished up with some deep kissing.

  After that it was time for the two of us gals to play while Brent recovered and it was just as fun and spirited as it had been the first time in that hotel room. Maybe even more so. Brent just lay on the bed and watched us as we licked and poked and rubbed each other like mad women.

  Brent got a chance to fuck both of us that night and we ended the party with Kate riding him while I sat on his face and he licked my pussy. I was able to look straight into my best friend's eyes as Brent gave her a pretty intense orgasm, at least until her eyes kind of rolled back into her head. It did look pretty hot.

  After that there was some group necking and then the party started to wind down. Kate eventually got dressed and excused herself to walk across the hall and go home. We all totally forgot about the cake.