by Luke Young
Moving to her chair, he leaned over and kissed her.
The kiss lasted only a moment before she turned away, giggling. “Could you shave it now? It’s just…” She rubbed the top of her lip, trying not to laugh.
He pulled back, frowning, and whined, “All right.”
44
Over at the Wilde residence, Victoria and her hunky neighbor, John, were making out furiously on the sofa. Controlling herself perfectly during dinner, Victoria didn’t think about sex at all until she was about to serve dessert. That’s when she found out that John was the head football coach at the university. He invited her to visit his office on campus. When she discovered his office was connected to the locker room, she daydreamed about being there and walking through the locker room filled with naked, muscular football players. This completely knocked her off the wagon, and at her suggestion, he agreed to skip dessert. They moved to the sofa, and moments later, they were kissing.
They were fully clothed, but she was stroking his penis through his pants while his hands were all over her ass. After taking hold of his zipper, she exhaled deeply, reconsidering for a moment, then pulled her hands back and scooted away.
He looked at her breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”
“I promised myself I would take it slow.”
“You’re right. You’re right. This is moving too fast. I’m still getting over my divorce and everything—but you are so gorgeous.”
“I’m so attracted to you, too.” After standing, she moved a safe distance away to a chair across the coffee table from him.
Her eyes locked on the still-evident bulge in his pants.
Following her gaze, he gave her a sorrowful look. “Sorry about that. I… it’s been a while for me, and I… uh…”
“God you’re so, um… I hate to leave you like this.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll… Really, I’ll be okay.”
She paused a moment with her mind racing. “What if we could take it slow, but not? I mean, not leave here unsatisfied.”
He looked at her, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“I have a friend who told me about this thing she… uh… they called it friends with… limited benefits, or something like that.”
Looking at her, intrigued, he adjusted his still-crowded pants. “That sounds interesting.”
“She was attracted to this younger guy. He’s her son’s best friend, and they didn’t want to have sex, so they came up with this idea.”
“What happened?”
“They were naked out in the pool and almost got caught by her son,” she said casually.
“So skinny dipping is allowed?”
“It’s within the rules.” After pausing a moment to think, she frowned. “Oh, but we already broke one of the rules—no kissing.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “But we haven’t done anything else, so maybe we could just not kiss any more… for now. What are the other rules?”
She smiled as she went through them matter-of-factly. “No sex, of course… No mouth kissing, no kissing of parts…” She opened her eyes wide as he looked at her, a little baffled. To clarify, she pointed to her breasts and crotch. “No fun parts.”
After his facial expression morphed into one of understanding, he nodded in agreement. “Well, that makes sense.”
“No touching those same parts, and uh, no telling anyone about friends with limited benefits.”
He looked away, smiling, and then back to her, puzzled. “If you can’t tell anyone, then how did you find out?”
“She told me. That last rule is more of a guideline.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Should we maybe try it?” She smiled at him, waiting for his reply.
“I think we should. Do you want to go skinny dipping?”
“No, not really.” She looked at him hesitantly. “What were you going to do when you got home?”
“Go to sleep, I guess.”
“You weren’t going to do… anything before that?” She stared down with a sultry gaze at his still semi-bulging groin.
Looking down at his crotch, he smiled. “Oh, maybe if I couldn’t sleep, I, uh…”
She gave him a skeptical look. “Uh, maybe?”
He exhaled deeply and then smiled. “Well as soon as we stopped kissing, uh… all I could think of was running home and jerking off while I thought about you. You are so beautiful and sexy… If you must know, I was going to do it as soon as I got into the house.”
She grinned at him. “I was planning on doing the same.” After bringing her finger to her lips, she widened her eyes. “Since we were going to do it anyway, why not do it here, in front of each other?”
He looked at her, contemplating, with his mouth open as he adjusted his penis in his pants once again. “Do you think we’ll be able to—”
“I promise I can control myself. I won’t touch you or break any of the rules.”
“I can control myself, as long as you stay over there.”
“Okay, great.” After spreading her legs, she brought a hand to her knee and touched it seductively.
He exhaled deeply as he squeezed his bulge through his pants. “So are we just going to do it? I mean, I should just, uh…”
She licked her lips then slumped down in the chair as she lifted the short black dress up and folded it to her waist. His eyes locked on what her nonexistent panties should have been covering.
He grinned. “You were planning on taking it slow, but you didn’t wear underwear?”
“I had them on, but I got so wet during dinner that I took them off.”
“Oh.” Exhaling deeply, he quickly unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and unveiled his prize. She began running her finger slowly between her legs as she hungrily eyed him.
“You’re so big.”
“Are you really wet?”
“Soaked.” After letting out a soft moan, she ran her tongue seductively around her lips.
“My dick is so hard.” He stroked it up and down slowly. “You are so hot.”
Lifting her legs up on the arms of the chair, she spread them wide. Her ass cheeks curved down deliciously and were fully exposed to him. He stared at her, mesmerized, as he continued to touch himself, stopping every so often to prevent the climax, which he felt coming on way too soon.
“You have a beautiful body, and your pussy is gorgeous.”
She closed her eyes, imagining that John was tonguing her and whispered, “Thanks.” With her fingers still busy, she opened her eyes and looked at his erection. After sighing, she held her hand still. “These rules they have…”
“Yeah,” he struggled to say.
“They’re not like official rules, or anything. There’s no reason why we can’t change them a little or make up our own rules.”
“That makes sense. They are a little restrictive.” He nodded wholeheartedly.
“I know, aren’t they?”
They both gazed at each other’s parts with open mouths. He shook his head with a grimace. “If you ask me, all these rules are kind of stupid, in fact. Um, what did you have in mind?”
“What if we just had oral sex? We wouldn’t go all the way, but we could…”
He almost blew his load right there. He asked simply to hear her say it again, “What was that?”
“Oral sex—we could do just that. What do you think?”
He nodded as a big smile washed over his face. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Popping up out of his seat, he rushed over to her. He got between her legs and gazed at her perfect parts for a moment. She held her breath as his mouth slowly lowered to her. As John pressed his tongue gently into her folds, Victoria threw her head back and moaned. Blindly she reached her hand out and ran it through his hair before pulling his head closer into her. He got the message and stepped it up a notch as her eyelids fluttered away dreamily.
Just as John was coming up for air, Jillian and Brian stood together in the master bathroom. She sat on t
he edge of her large soaking tub as he looked over at her with shaving cream covering his upper lip. “Can we do it with you in that deviant leg derriere thing position tonight?”
She didn’t bother correcting him but frowned. “That really hurts. I don’t think so.” Giving her a disappointed look, he turned to the mirror and began to shave his pathetic mustache.
She gave him a hopeful smile. “But I could get into the arabesque position, and we could give that a try.”
He rinsed and dried his face and then pondered that while he met her gaze as she looked at him through the mirror. Turning to her, he smiled. “I have no idea what that is, but it sounds hot.”
She popped to her feet, grinning. He tossed the towel on the sink and met her in the middle of the bathroom. There, they kissed; it was a long, deep kiss. Pulling back from him, she rubbed her finger gently over his smooth upper lip and smiled. “Much better.”
They kissed again. With the heat rising between then, he ran his hands down to her ass and scooped her off the floor. Still locked in a kiss, she wrapped her legs around him. He turned and slowly headed to the bedroom.
Their sex that night was extraordinary and a lot like the McEnroe-Borg Wimbledon tiebreak; lots of sweating, long rallies, heavy breathing, and it went on and on for what seemed like forever. This time, though, there were two winners.
THE END…
Follow the continuing story of Victoria, Jillian, Brian and Rob in FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS (An excerpt is included below the author’s note).
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ALSO BY LUKE YOUNG
SHRINKAGE
The Friends With… Benefits Series:
FRIENDS WITH PARTIAL BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH MORE BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH EXTRA BENEFITS
Author’s note:
I hope you enjoyed Friends With Partial Benefits. I’ve had this story in my head since a girl, I won’t mention by name, actually broke my heart in college in pretty much the exact way outlined in this book. She really could do that thing with her leg and when I saw her do it at a party, I was hooked. Okay, so I was a shallow pathetic inexperienced loser… ‘Miss flexibility’ did end up secretly dating my suite mate and stringing me along. I really do think she enjoyed messing with my head just as much as Natalie did in the story. I did go on that spring break trip with my suite mate (while all this was going on), but it was Texas and not Miami. I was as clueless as Brian… Those two crazy real-life kids got married and I assume had like twelve kids together or something. Unfortunately that’s where the ‘based on the truth’ part of the story ends and my imagination takes over. There was no hot mother, no ‘technical virgin’ story line, no super-fun Victoria or any of the other stuff you hopefully found hilarious. I do sometimes wonder if the girl in question can still do that thing with her leg because I really would… Sorry not sure where I was going with that.
And one note about tennis; McEnroe was the reason that I started playing. I rented the DVD of that match I quote in the book (the 1980 Wimbledon final) and wow has the game changed. Don’t get me wrong; it was a great match. One of the best. But like so many other sports, the players are faster, the equipment better and today’s players somehow hit the ball much harder now. I did enjoy watching all of McEnroe’s finals during most of the eighties. He seemed to be in just about every one of them and I loved his style of play. I still miss those days and those rivalries compared to the ones from today.
I hope you’ll read the rest of the series and learn what happens next. I’m having a blast writing it. Please check out the beginning of Friends With Full Benefits below.
Luke Young
FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS
1
Miami hadn’t seen three straight days of drenching rain in more than a year. But as Brian waited to hold a tennis match with Jillian, with her response to his marriage proposal hanging in the balance, the rain came. It came hard. He was fine with the lack of acceptance of his proposal for the entire first day while they were joking about the match “rain delay”; by the second day he was sure she would have accepted his proposal, but she hadn’t. Brian didn’t really start to worry until day three, when neither of them mentioned the proposal or the match or any of it. Everything else was fine in the relationship—actually, it was perfect otherwise.
Perfect except for that one “little” thing—he’d proposed three nights ago out by the pool, and he still didn’t have an answer. And when she didn’t respond immediately, he’d tried to provide some levity by suggesting they play for it. He was really only joking; he saw it as just a formality. Even if she did happen to beat him when they played, he was sure she would still just say yes. But at 7:00 P.M. on day three, he was still waiting. It had stopped raining an hour or so earlier, but the court was still wet, plus Jillian’s best friend Victoria had invited them over for dinner, and they were just about to walk out the door. He was in a slightly better mood since he’d learned the next day was going to be beautiful—perfect tennis weather. It was to be an unusual day for late June in southern Florida—eighty degrees with low humidity. He was psyched and ready to play.
Brian was behind the wheel of Jillian’s car, and she sat in the passenger seat holding a perfect-looking chocolate mousse ganache cake in her lap. They had baked it together that morning and not had sex afterward. They always had sex after they cooked together. There was something about being in the kitchen together and the sensuality of the whole cooking process that got her worked up, but not today. Before Brian pulled out of the driveway, he glanced out the windshield to the sky. “It looks like it’s clearing up.”
“Mm hmm,” she said preoccupied.
As they neared Victoria’s house, he rolled his eyes and thought, Mm hmm…mm hmm—that’s it? Not oh good, we can finally get our big match in. What the hell was she thinking?
Jillian glanced at him. “I shaved my pussy for you today.”
“Really?” he replied as he thought, Talk about changing the subject—that was the best non sequitur he’d ever heard. The best by far.
“Let’s both get drunk tonight and just have sex, like amazing sex. We’ll walk home if we have to.”
“Okay,” he said excitedly, thinking that this was really getting good. He had just been promised, clean-shaven pussy and drunken, wild sex. His favorite…
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch lately. It’s the rain. It makes me depressed. I think I have a touch of that thing where if you don’t see the sun, you’re in a bad mood. What’s that called again?”
“I don’t know, but I know exactly what you’re talking about.”
“That’s why I live in southern Florida. It hardly ever rains here.”
Brian nodded at her as he pulled into Victoria’s driveway.
As he opened the door to get out of the car, she said, “Wait.” He looked at her, and she continued, “We’ll play tennis tomorrow and then…”
“I know we will.”
She gave him a wistful look. “I really want to play you.”
“Oh, I know you do. I can’t wait,” Brian said, as a big smile spread across his face.
As they walked to the front door, Jillian thought, I want to say yes to his proposal. What’s keeping me from just saying yes? That stupid tennis match bet. I would have preferred it if he’d just told me to take my time and give him an answer when I was ready. Instead we made this bet, this stupid joke of a bet. If he wins, I marry him, and if I win, we date indefinitely. It makes absolutely no sense, so why am I holding on to it with everything I have? He’s the nicest, most caring, and thoughtful man I’ve ever met.
As Brian rang the bell, she looked him over from head to toe and
thought, Nice and…God, he has a great body, and such a cute ass for a guy. Not to small, not to big, just perfect.
Victoria, Brian, and Jillian sat around the table in Victoria’s dining room enjoying a glass of wine just after finishing a delicious meal that clearly Victoria had not prepared because she never cooked. In fact, her oven was used mainly for storage. Instead she had the meal delivered from a fine local restaurant.
“The food was amazing,” Brian said.
“Yes, it was delicious,” added Jillian.
“I wish I could take credit for it.”
They all shared a laugh. Victoria asked, “You guys feel like sitting by the pool?”
A few minutes later the women sat out on comfortable lounge chairs enjoying the beautiful night while Brian prepared after dinner drinks in the house.
Jillian said, “You never mentioned how your date went with your hot neighbor.”
“It was…okay.”
“Did you keep your promise?”
“What promise?”
Jillian gave her a look. “About not having sex with him on the first date.”
“Sure did.”
“Good, so what does he do?”
“He’s the head coach of the football team?”
“At the U?”
Victoria nodded and then Jillian said, “That’s an important job. Does he have any free time to date?”
“I think so, but I don’t know,” she said, sounding a little depressed.
“What is it?”
“I haven’t had sex in over a month, and I’m not sure it’s really going to work out with John and me.”
“Why not?”
“I think he has a premature ejaculation problem.”
Jillian looked confused. “Did he tell you that?”
“No.”
“Okay, then how do you know?”
“Well, he came like five seconds after I went down on him. That’s how I know.”
Jillian was staring straight ahead, looking confused when Brian walked out carrying two cosmopolitans. He handed them off to Jillian and Victoria. “I’ll be right back.”