Friends Wanting Benefits
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“Best two out of three?” Mike asked, as he opened his hand for her to hand over the bottle from which she was drinking. After exhaling deeply, she handed him the bottle. He drank from it and attempted to return it.
She waved him off. “I think I’m done.”
“Tired?” he asked.
Jillian shot a look at him like she wanted to kill him and said sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m too tired.”
Moments later, they returned to the pool area carrying their racquets, and he asked, “How about one drink before I go?”
She nodded reluctantly, and he asked, “Do you have a beer?”
Jillian went into the house, and when she returned with the beer, she found him swimming in the pool. Standing at the edge, she glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“I was hot,” he answered as he stood in the pool, looking at her. “This feels great. Why don’t you join me?”
He appeared to be naked, except for a huge black patch around his groin. Squinting, she thought he was either wearing a black bathing suit or he had the most unkempt pubic hair ever on a human being. When she looked closer, she realized it was the latter but asked anyway with a sick expression, “Did you bring a bathing suit?”
“No,” he replied and then repeated, “Why don’t you join me?”
“Who gets into someone’s pool naked on a first date?”
“I was picking up these signals from you on the court. You had this angry, sexy look on your face.”
“Because I was in pain after you hit me with the ball.”
“You’re not mad about that are you?”
“No, but you acted like a complete ass on the court and then somehow think that’s an invitation for you to dunk your naked, sweaty ass in my clean pool? Get out.”
He looked at her with a grin, and when she didn’t smile back he asked, “Seriously?”
“Yes. Please, get out and go.”
“All right,” he said as he unabashedly climbed from the pool with his huge thicket of wet black pubic hair matted down around his unattractive groin. His sizeable gut was protruding enough to add to the overall look, and he stood, dripping, his hands on his hips as he asked curtly, “A towel?”
After grunting, she took a sip of his beer and glanced once more at his train wreck of a body before grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. He proceeded to dry his groin first while she stood ten feet from him. She continued to drink the beer, alternating a sip with a grimace as he lifted his hairy parts while drying off, in some misguided attempt to impress her.
He said, “Maybe that beer will loosen you up a little.”
“No, it’s merely keeping me from calling the police.”
Jillian nearly vomited in her mouth when she noticed that after he dried his pubic area, it appeared even hairier than before. She looked away for a moment but then back, to confirm that some of the strands of hair were about six inches long. Then he used the towel to really dry his ass, appearing to actually shove it in there a whole lot more than was actually necessary.
“You really don’t want me to stay?” he asked, standing naked and holding the towel.
After momentarily staring at him in disbelief, she placed the beer on the table, pulled her cell phone from her pocket, and pointed it at him with her finger on the side button.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.
“If you don’t get out of here right now, your Don King super-bush is going viral.”
“Okay. Okay. Relax! You successful women can be so bitchy.”
As he dried the hair on his head while standing in full view of her, she pushed the button on the cell phone to snap a picture. He didn’t notice. She needed proof of this to show her friends. He extended the towel to her, and she shook her head and made a face as if he were offering her a biohazard.
“Keep it,” Jillian said. She walked over, picked up his racquet and all his clothes, calmly walked to the back of the yard, and threw them over the fence.
He looked at her like she was crazy as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Oh, now you cover up,” she said sarcastically. Then she pointed to the gate, and he headed for it with her following close behind. She said, “Believe me when I say that I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are in desperate need of a trim.”
After shooting her an evil look, he went through the gate. Jillian locked it and headed back to the house while thinking that would be the last blind date she ever allowed her friends to arrange. It would also be several days before the image of his giant bush would leave her brain, although she would save the picture for a long time.
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