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Friends with Benefits Ch. 02

By: jt123



The next day didn't start until nearly noon as both Jim and Ron slept late. Jim woke up first and for a while he just lay in bed trying to comprehend what had happened. If it hadn't have been for Ron sleeping beside him Jim could have easily convinced himself that it had actually been some sort of dream. After all, how could it have been real? Did her really jerk off his friend? Did Ron really give him a blowjob?

And yet there was his best friend lying naked and sound asleep beside him. Jim lay on his back with Ron on his side facing him. Jim wondered what would happen when Ron woke up. Would it be awkward? Jim worried that what had happened would ruin their great friendship. 

Jim also worried about what would happen if Ron woke up and it wasn't awkward. Did this mean he was gay? If Ron was willing, did he want to keep up this relationship? The whole thing was still so crazy and unbelievable. How could he even be thinking about whether or not he was going to continue fucking Ron?

As he lay there pondering his situation Jim felt something against his hip. He looked over and saw that Ron was still asleep yet he could feel something pressing more firmly against his hip. Jim wondered if he already knew what it was. He couldn't resist slipping his hand under the covers and reaching down toward his hip. As he suspected, his friend had a classic case of 'morning wood'. As Ron slept Jim lightly caressed Ron's stiff cock.

Part of Jim wanted to pull his hand away and yet he was so curious and excited that he continued to touch Ron's cock. He was still caressing it when Ron stirred and started to wake up. Jim considered yanking his hand away but thought that maybe if he just lay completely still that Ron would go back to sleep. Instead, a few moments later his friend woke up with Jim still gently holding his hard cock.

Ron yawned and rolled onto his back. As he rolled Jim's hand slipped away from his cock. Ron stretched and looked over at Jim and said, "Hey."

"Morning," Jim replied still not sure of how Ron was feeling about what they had done.

Ron crawled out of bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom with his still mostly hard cock standing out in front of him. Jim tried not to stare at his cock but his eyes remained mostly focused on it until Ron disappeared into the bathroom.

When Ron returned a few moments later he was still naked. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. He pulled them on as Jim got out of bed and walked naked to take his turn in the bathroom. When he came back Ron was sitting on his bed still dressed in only his boxers. For a moment Jim looked for his own clothes before he remembered that they were downstairs in the basement.

"Um, I think I'm going to go down and get my clothes," Jim said almost sheepishly.

"I'll come with," Ron said. Ron followed Jim downstairs. When they got to the basement Jim pulled on his boxers and started collecting the rest of his clothes. 

"Um," Ron started. He seemed unsure of what exactly to say, "so are we still cool? I mean with...well, you know..."

That was the question Jim had been thinking about all morning. Without even thinking Jim replied, "Yeah, I'm OK if you are."

Ron smiled and said, "My parents aren't due back until tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking we could hang out today." He then paused and added, in a way that tried to be casual but betrayed that he was nervous about what he was asking, "And then maybe spend the night here again."

Jim felt nervous and excited all at the same time. There couldn't be any doubt now what Ron meant by asking him to stay the night. He wanted to know if Jim wanted to fuck again. Jim's mind spun in crazy circles. He could barely believe it when he replied, "Sounds great." He then added, "Let me run home first and get some fresh clothes. Besides, my mom is probably ready to freak out that I didn't come home last night."

They agreed that Jim would return in a little while and Jim departed. His parents were a little upset that he hadn't called the night before, but he explained that he was just really tired after the party. He said that he and Ron stayed up really late talking. "By the time I realized what time it was I knew you guys would be asleep so I couldn't call," he added. He said that Ron had offered to let him crash on the couch and so he spent the night there.

His parents gave him a little lecture on being more responsible but they weren't really that upset. He and Ron had often crashed at each other's houses even back in high school, so their parents were used to this sort of thing. Usually Jim called home first but things had gotten so weird the previous night that the idea of calling home never even crossed his mind.

Jim showered and packed an overnight bag. All the while he thought excitedly about what might happen with Ron that night. The mere idea of being excited sexually about Ron still seemed so strange that it was hard to believe, but Jim couldn't deny that he was very exciting and very much looking forward to being with Ron again.

By the time Jim returned Ron had cleaned up the basement and was sitting downstairs watching a football game on TV. Just sitting on the couch beside Ron gave Jim a wild thrill knowing that the previous night they had been sitting right here when Ron sucked his cock and he jerked Ron off. They watched the game for only a few minutes before the phone rang. Ron answered and found that it was Dan. Dan was getting some guys together for a game of football. He asked if Ron wanted to play. Ron eagerly agreed and said that Jim was hanging out also and that he would play also.

Jim and Ron changed and walked to the park where they and their buddies played football most weekends during high school. He had some great memories of those games and was happy to be able to play another game just like the old days. The turnout was smaller than when they had been in high school but still enough guys came that they had a good game.

The ground was still wet from a rainstorm a few days earlier and by the time the game ended they were filthy from the mud. Everyone had a blast and stood around talking for a while after the game until the cold air that came with the setting sun started to get uncomfortable. They said their goodbyes and Jim and Ron walked quickly back to Ron's place.

Aside from having a great time, Jim was also happy about the football game because everything felt normal between Ron and him. During the game they laughed, taunted, and talked just as they always had done. There wasn't any awkwardness between them. 

Jim also had feared that somehow the other guys would immediately know or sense what he and Ron had done. His fears were truly irrational as nobody did or said anything that gave even the slightest indication they sensed anything at all out of the ordinary had happened between Jim and Ron.

The sky was already fairly dark when they got back to Ron's place. They stood in the mud room just inside the back door and peeled off most of their muddy layers. When they finished Ron was left wearing only boxers and a t-shirt and Jim was left only in his boxers.

"Should we take a shower to get cleaned up?" Ron asked.

Jim agreed, but then something very unusual happened. It was fairly common for them to return to Ron's house after a football game and each take showers to get cleaned up. Ron's house actually had three and a half bathrooms so there was plenty of space for them to shower. This time, however, neither of them said anything as Jim followed Ron upstairs. Ron grabbed a couple of fresh towels from the hall closet but instead of handing one to Jim he carried them both down the hall. 

Then, instead of turning into the bathroom off the hallway Ron turned into his parent's master bedroom suite. Jim silently followed him getting more and more nervous and excited. Jim had never been in this room before and took a moment to look around. The room was quite large with a king sized bed and some very nice furniture.

Suddenly Jim noticed the sound of water running and turned to see Ron standing in the doorway of the master bathroom. "Ready?" Ron asked. "I thought there would be more space in here."

Jim walked into the bathroom and immediately knew what Ron meant. The bathroom had one of those walk-in showers with two showerheads pointing at different angles. It was easily big enough for three or even four people inside. Ron pulled off his t-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower. Jim felt the nervous knot in his stomach tighten as he stepped out of his boxers and joined his friend in the shower.

Somehow this seemed different than the previous night. Jim figured they could excuse what happened the previous night to it being late and them being a little drunk. After all the teasing from Cindy and Michelle they were both left horny and one thing just led to another. Today, however, they had no excuse. By stepping in the shower Jim knew that he could no longer write off what had happened as a fluke or an accident. By stepping in the shower in the late afternoon after having just finished playing football Jim knew he was admitting to Ron, but mostly to himself, that he lusted for his friend's cock and wanted to fuck him again.

Jim closed the door behind him and knew there was no turning back now. However, as he looked at Ron he knew that he didn't want to turn back. Ron was already under the water washing his hair. Jim stepped beside him and let the water run down on him. At first they both just washed their hair and faces while standing beside each other. Other than some occasional bumping or rubbing against each other they didn't really touch and yet Jim was still very excited. His cock was already semi-hard from the anticipation of what might happen. Why would they get in the shower together if they were truly just going to shower?

It was a few moments later that, as they each lathered themselves, they briefly made eye contact. It was as if that was the single spark they had been waiting for because they held the eye contact for only a few brief moments before they stepped together and embraced. Jim felt his partially hard cock rub against Ron and excitedly noticed that Ron's cock was also mostly hard and pressed up against his stomach. Their embrace soon progressed to a deep kiss. There wasn't any hesitation or pausing and they kissed like eager lovers.

They parted the kiss and Ron stepped back slightly. He was still holding a bar of soap and worked up a healthy lather in his hands. He moved around behind Jim and brought his hands down to Jim's lower back. They immediately slipped lower and Jim moaned as his friend lavishly lathered and fondled his ass. After a few minutes of this Ron moved around in front of Jim and worked up another big lather before he reached down and took hold of Jim's now hard cock.

Jim groaned as Ron's soapy hands explored his cock and balls. After a while longer one of Ron's hands slipped down to Jim's balls and then moved even further back between Jim's legs. Jim moaned and spread his legs apart slightly to give Ron easier access for whatever he was about to do. Ron's soapy fingers moved to the skin between Jim's asshole and balls and Ron began 'washing' him there in addition to his upper thighs.

After a little while of this Ron stood up and moved around to Jim's side. Ron kept one of his hands on Jim's cock and slipped his other around to Jim's ass. This time, however, instead of just caressing his ass Ron's fingers dipped between his ass cheeks toward his asshole. Jim moaned in surprise as Ron's fingers found and then lightly explored his asshole. Jim had never had anyone play with his asshole before and the whole sensation was strange and unknown.

As Ron continued playing with his cock and running his finger around his asshole Ron softly asked, "Have you ever had a girl play with your asshole before?"

"No," Jim gasped. "Have you?"

Ron started stroking Jim's cock and kept his other finger dancing teasingly over Jim's asshole. "Yes," Ron groaned. "I've had a girl shove her finger up my ass while she was sucking my cock." For a while they didn't say anything else as Ron continued to easily and expertly stroke his cock.

"Did you like it?" Jim asked.

"Yes," Ron groaned 

Jim was already teetering on the edge of his control from Ron's skillful stroking and from the sensation of Ron's finger teasing his asshole. Jim had never experienced anyone playing with his asshole before and it felt new and surprisingly exciting. Suddenly the idea of someone sliding their finger up his asshole seemed kinky and wild.

All of these thoughts combined with Ron's continued fondling were enough to trigger Jim's orgasm. He groaned and started shooting his cum out onto the shower floor. Ron's hand perfectly stroked him as he came and seemed to prolong and intensify his orgasm the whole time he was cumming. 

Jim's head spun and he was momentarily aware of nothing except the waves of pleasure emanating from his cock. Once his orgasm passed and he finished cumming, Jim became aware of Ron's hard cock pressing against his ass as Ron stood beside him and continued fondling his cock for a few moments.

Once Jim regained more composure he was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense urge to do something that would have seemed impossible only 48 hours earlier. Jim spun around to face Ron and pushed him slowly back toward the wall until Ron was standing with his back against the wall. In this position they were away from the spray of the two shower heads as Jim dropped to his knees in front of his friend.

Jim gazed at the sight of his friend's hard cock now only inches in front of his face. Jim reached up and grasped the base of Ron's cock. Slowly, Jim moved forward until the tip of Ron's cock very lightly grazed against his lips. Jim opened his mouth and reached out with his tongue to lick the underside of Ron's cock. It felt strange and exciting and yet somehow familiar and comfortable.

Jim continued exploring Ron's cock with his lips and tongue. He started at the head of his cock and slowly moved all the way down to the very base of his shaft before slowly working his way back up to the tip again. Once back at the tip Jim was ready to take the next step. He parted his lips wider and leaned forward until he could feel the tip of Ron's sliding into his mouth. Jim opened his mouth a little wider and felt Ron's cock slide deeper into his mouth.

Ron's cock felt so hard and amazing in his mouth that it made Jim's mind spin. For a few moments he just held it there and let his tongue glide over the tip and underside of Ron's cock. Now that Jim actually had a cock in his mouth he realized that he really didn't know what to do. 

Then Jim remembered how amazing Ron's blowjob had felt the previous day and wanted to give Ron the same pleasure. He closed his eyes and thought about how it felt when someone sucked his cock. He thought about what he liked and what things felt the best. As he replayed all the best moments of the blowjobs he had received he started moving his mouth on Ron's cock.

By the time he realized that he was moving his mouth it was obvious that Ron was enjoying the blowjob. Ron was moaning and had reached down and put his hands on the back of Jim's head. Jim kept his eyes closed and simply concentrated on Ron's cock as if it was his own. He tried to duplicate everything he had ever experienced that he had liked. 

He kept his fingers wrapped around Ron's shaft and settled into a slow and steady tempo. The feeling of Ron's hard cock sliding back and forth between his lips was kinky and very exciting. For a while Jim used his tongue to add to the teasing. As Ron's lust built he began thrusting his hips back and forth essentially fucking Jim's mouth. As Ron did this his hands still held the back of Jim's head. Jim savored the feeling of Ron's wild lust and tried to match Ron's thrusts with his own movements to add to Ron's pleasure.

It didn't take long for Ron's whole body to tense and Jim knew his friend was about to cum. All day Jim had been thinking about the previous night when Ron had cum on him after Jim jerked him off. There was something about feeling Ron's cum on his skin that made Jim horny and he was eager to have it happen again.

As Ron's body tensed in the moments just before he started cumming Jim pulled Ron's cock out of his mouth and stroked his long shaft. Ron started cumming just as his cock left Jim's mouth. Jim kept his face close to Ron's cock so he could easily see Ron's cum and so he would be sure to have most of Ron's cum land on his face and chest.

It was only after Ron finished cumming and Jim closed his mouth all the way that he realized some of Ron's cum had landed in his mouth. His first reaction was to spit it out, but there was something about the warmth on his tongue and the completely wild and unbelievable idea that he actually had another guy's cum in his mouth that made him curious. He held it in his mouth for a moment to gain courage before he swallowed it.

It felt thick and sticky sliding down his throat and the taste wasn't very good. At first he was worried he might gag on it but then it slowly settled into his stomach. Then, just before he stood back up, he happened to look up at Ron. Ron stared down at him with wild lust and excitement in his eyes. Jim realized that Ron must have seen his cum in Jim's mouth and watched as he swallowed it. Jim realized that he had never had a girl do that for him before and that if he had just watched someone eat his cum he would probably have the exact look that Ron currently did.

When Jim stood up he and Ron embraced in a long, deep kiss standing against the shower wall. After they parted their kiss they finished their shower by washing off Ron's cock and washing the cum off Jim's face and shoulders. They stepped out and dried off before walking to Ron's room and getting dressed. As they got dressed Ron suggested ordering some pizza and Jim eagerly agreed.

They went downstairs and hung out in the basement while they waited for the pizza. They played video games, talked, and acted just like they had done hundreds of times before in this very room. Occasionally Jim marveled at how it felt like nothing between them had changed at all and yet virtually everything between them had changed. 

They paused their game when the pizza arrived and sat on the couch watching TV as they ate. Jim was still trying to figure out how everything could feel so normal between them. Was it really possible that he and Ron could just start fucking each other like this and not have it affect the rest of their relationship? So far it seemed that it definitely was possible.

They both finished eating and left the remaining slices of pizza sitting in the box on the coffee table as they went back to playing video games. They played for a while longer with Jim still mulling if and when he should actually talk with Ron about what had happened. So far, other than when they were actually fucking, they hadn't yet talked about what had happened between them. 

They reached halftime in their video football game and finally Jim said, "So, um, can I ask you something?"

Ron answered yes and Jim said, "I don't know, I guess I thought we should talk about what happened."

Ron smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess we probably should."

"Have you ever done anything like that, I mean, been with a guy before?" Jim asked.

Ron hesitated and then said, "No, well, sort of, I guess." He then explained how there was this guy at school that he had been hanging out with quite a bit. "We were out partying one night, just hanging out, and we end up back in his dorm room. I was pretty drunk and all of a sudden he starts telling me how he's gay and how he feels this bond between us. He told me that he knew I didn't think I was gay but that I should open my mind."


Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



Note: Again, this story is factual, (as will be the upcoming chapters) and depicts the events between myself and the main character. Thanks to all who have read chapter 1 and gave their opinion, and again feedback on all my submissions is most definitely appreciated!

*

Well, I'd done it. I had fucked Dante once and was not about to let him go. Prom was in mere days and there was much to be done. We didn't see each other again outside of class until prom day, and the school was buzzing with to much excitement to notice the subtle changes between Dante and myself. I now sat beside Dante in Forensics, and occasionally we got a little touchy feely underneath the desk. Ironically our teacher asked me soon after if I could tutor Dante for the final, but as we walked together out of class, the kind of tutoring we had in mind didn't involve books. Since all the seniors cut out after receiving their prom bids, we did the same, opting again to walk to his house, counting on the fact that we knew today, we'd have the house all to our selves. I swear my pussy got wet just at the mere thought. We were just about back to Dante's when we see his brother and two friends coming down the block as well, and the first words that came out of my mouth were "make them leave!" into Dante's ear.

"Don't worry." he said. "I'll tell them to go or stay outside."

"They better!" I hissed in aggravation. 

"Don't worry." Dante repeated with a laugh, squeezing my ass a bit.

After only a few minutes of waiting on his couch, Dante's brother and his friends made their way out back to smoke and I suppose give us some privacy. Before the door even closed behind them I was in Dante's arms, making my way to his bedroom that I had yet to see. I immediately knew this time would be different. I had hours before I needed to be home to primp and prep for prom, and as I had requested earlier, there was a bed beneath us. Before I knew it Dante had me naked, and I found myself to be more than a bit self conscious -it had been months since I had last been naked in front of a guy, let alone one I hadn't known for long-. Soon he too had removed his shirt, and only a loose pair of pants stood between my pussy and paradise. 

Dante kissed me in a way that made me melt and tingle all over, his hands worked magic up and down my body and I had yet to find a better feeling than his body pressed into mine. As he slowly ran his tongue from my collar bone to my breast, I shuddered all over. His lips found mine once more, before he slide down my body, trailing his lips over my stomach, his teeth nibbling my hipbone. I grabbed a fistful of his hair as his lips moved lower. Realizing his intent, I tried to scoot myself away from his mouth, suddenly self conscious again, and not quite ready to accept his tongue on my pussy. Dante realized what I was trying to do and before I could protest, he pulled me by my hips, flush against his mouth, his tongue beginning it's sensual assault on my clit. That was it. The only sounds leaving my mouth now were moans of pleasure. I soon realized that I had never had my pussy eaten like that before, and unlike my ex, Dante didn't stop after 30 seconds, but continued until I came twice all, over his face. It wasn't until I begged him to stop that he slowed, and grinned up at me triumphantly.

After I caught my breath Dante looked at me and said, "Suck my dick."

With no hesitation I moved toward him as he lay back on the bed, I undid his belt and the button on his jeans. Releasing his cock from his pants, I ran my palm down his length, and slowly ran the tip of my tongue around the head. Dante let out a slow breath as I continued, slowly taking it all in my mouth as the tip nudged the back of my throat, running my tongue along the base. Groaning he grabbed a fistful of my hair as he trust his hips up, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth until I gagged. I continued for a bit, while Dante began to finger me, unerringly finding my g-spot and teasing it gently. I moaned on his cock, the vibrations making him groan deep in his throat. Finally, I could take no more, looking up at him I demanded he fuck me right then. Not having to be told twice, Dante rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs and thrust hard into dripping pussy. I screamed out in pleasure, pulling him closer. He thrust harder and harder as I bit sharply into his shoulder, eliciting a growl from deep in his throat. I begged him to fuck me harder, so he pulled out and flipped me on to my stomach pulling my ass up into the air. Dante brutally thrust his dick back into my pussy, causing me to scream out in a combination of pleasure tinged with pain. 

"Oh fuck yes...harder!" I yelled out. 

"Spank me!" I cried suddenly, my submissive side emerging for the first time.

Dante responded quickly, bring his hand down hard on my ass, once.

"Uh god, again!" I moaned.

Over and over his hand came down, alternating sides until I could feel the stinging heat radiating from my bottom. I came again and again on his hard prick, screaming, moaning, crying out until I could no longer keep my ass in the air. Without giving me a moment to recover Dante turned me once more onto my back and bid me to ride him. In all honesty that was almost a buzz kill. I hated being on top, I'd never before got much out of the position from my other "partners". But I thought it was the least I could do, after all, I had never come as hard or as many times as Dante made me cum, I figured I owed it to him, even though he went with the philosophy, "make me come once I'll make you come twice." Anyway, straddle him I did and once again I was taken aback, it felt amazing! Never before had I felt such sensations riding a cock. I don't know if it was because it was Dante's cock or because he actually moved with me, but whatever the reason, I a gained a whole new appreciation for the position.

After sometime riding him, I begged him to come for me, for I was really beginning to feel just how much he'd torn me up and I wanted to save some energy for the possibility of round two later that evening. Grasping my ass in both hands Dante complied, thrusting in a jack hammer like rhythm, until I felt his body go taut beneath me. Breathless and sated all I could manage was an awe filled "wow" and a gentle kiss on his chest.

In the aftermath as I lay beside Dante sweaty and spent, I began to wonder, just what the fuck had I got myself into and, could I really just walk away from him when it came time for me to pack up and leave for college?



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



April looked into the mirror and applied another layer of lip-gloss. She looked at Ingrid though the mirror and watched her fasten her sandals.

"You do not know how excited I am to have you come out with me tonight Ingrid."

"Yeah, I figured I would since you keep complaining that I am a bad roommate and never around."

"Yeah! Well at least you have a good reason for not being around. You have been getting some from that gorgeous Blake."

"Shh! April, I told you that in secret. I don't want our neighbors to overhear you." 

It had been three weeks since Ingrid and Blake had decided to be friends with benefits. And almost every night and even breaks between classes they seemed to be doing just that. Last Friday he pulled her into the handicap bathroom and screwed her on top of the toilet seat. They seemed to crave sex with one another whenever they were together. So tonight was a night away from Blake for Ingrid. So she could get over her need to want to fuck him whenever she was around him.

"Whatever, Ingrid. You know I will keep your secret, but you guys are loud when you have sex. I'm pretty sure Becky next door heard you guys lunchtime on Tuesday because I heard you two all the way down the hallway." 

Ingrid blushed and ran a comb through her hair.

"Yeah well tonight no Blake. We are going to go to this club and just have fun. Right April?" 

"Right and you and I both look hot. So Ebony and Ivory are going to drive these guys wild tonight." 

April grabbed her purse and opened the door ushering Ingrid out.

**********

"This place is full of chicks tonight. Oh, I am so getting laid." Billy yelled over the loud music to Blake. He swallowed the rest of his beer and then followed a blonde down the stairs to the dance floor.

Blake sipped on some more of his drink and looked at the group of girls that just walked past him for the third time. This time the brunette of the group kept her eyes on him as she passed. Blake grinned at her and then shook his head. 

For some reason he couldn't get his mind off of Ingrid. Even with a club of hot women his mind kept drifting back to her. He kept thinking about last Thursday, when she fell asleep at his place after they came to his house to have sex. Her hair fell over her face and she looked so peaceful and beautiful. He remembered pulling her close and that she smelled like honey and cocoa butter. When she left later that day he could still smell her on his sheets. He knew he had an issue and that he was falling for her. No matter how he tried, she just stayed with him during the day. He now was excited to go to class just so he could see her. That's part of the reason he went out tonight was to forget her for a night. 

Blake took another swallow of his drink. He turned around and saw the brunette eyeing him again. 

"Fuck it. Why not? It's not like Ingrid cares anyway," thought Blake. He tossed the rest of his drink back and put it on the bar. Then he walked over to the girl. 

"What's up? I'm Blake. You want to dance?" 

She looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, I'm Laura. I've seen you at school. We have a class together." 

"Cool, so you want to dance or not Laura?" 

She grabbed his hand. And he pulled her to the dance floor.

*******

"April, this place is packed."

Ingrid looked around the crowded club. She pushed through people to get to the bar.

"Yeah I know. My ex is working the bar. So we get free drinks all night. So lets get wasted."

They walked to the bar. Ingrid watched April lean over the bar and whisper in a cute blonde guys ear. He smiled and started making up some drinks. He put two drinks in front of them.

"Ingrid, this is Charlie." Charlie put his hand out and shook Ingrid's.

"Hey Charlie. Thanks for the drink. What is it?" He laughed.

"You'll see. Trust me it is guaranteed to get you plastered. And it goes down like punch."

Ingrid lifted the drink up and started drinking. He was right it did taste like punch. Ingrid let her eyes scan the dance floor. She saw someone familiar. She walked closer to the dance floor and then she saw Blake. She smiled to herself. But, then she saw some girl dancing on him. The girl was moving her butt on his cock and grinding her butt into him. 

Ingrid lifted the cup to her mouth and downed the rest of the liquor in the cup. 

April grabbed the cup from Ingrid. "Hey! Charlie said that drink is pretty strong. You aren't supposed to kill it that fast Ingrid."

Ingrid grabbed the cup back from April. "You said we should get plastered April. Calm down. I'm just having fun."

April shook her head and started dancing with the guy next to her.

Ingrid tried to calm herself down. 

"I don't know why I am so upset, " thought Ingrid. "We are not together. We just screw. So he can still get with whomever he wants. And so can I."

Ingrid turned toward the bar. " Hey Charlie, can I get another please?" 

Charlie laughed and handed her another drink. April came beside her and grabbed another drink from Charlie. "April lets find some guys and dance. I'm feeling like shaking my ass tonight."

"Yay! That's what I am talking about Ingrid." April grabbed Charlie from behind the bar as soon as his replacement came.

Charlie stopped and talked to a cute red head guy. His red hair was cut short and he was pretty tall. He had on a white t-shirt and dark jeans. Ingrid saw a glimpse of his eagle tattoo that was on his bicep under the sleeve of his shirt. He turned and looked at Ingrid and his green eyes appeared to sparkle when the club lights hit them. He looked Ingrid up and down, and then whispered something to Charlie. Charlie brought him over to Ingrid.

"Hey, Ingrid this is my buddy Leo. Leo this is Ingrid. She's April's roommate. I'm going to let you two talk while I go find April." He slapped Leo on the back and then walked off.

"Hey, I've never seen you around before." He licked his lips as he talked to her. Ingrid wondered if he could drive her wild with that tongue like Blake could. 

"Yeah, I don't really go out. April kind of made me go out with her tonight. But, now that I have met you I'm kind of glad she did." She grinned up at him. She didn't know if it was the liquor that had her flirting like this or what. 

"I'm glad she did as well. So do you want to dance?"

Ingrid looked into his eyes. And looked at his hand that he had stretched out to her. She shook her head yes and grabbed his hand. 

He smiled and then pulled her toward the dance floor, but toward the wall. The DJ changed the song to a fast dance beat. Ingrid let her body sway to the music. As the beat increased she let her butt grind into Leo's crotch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Ingrid ran her hands above her head and let them roam up his chest and neck. Leo slowly began to rub his hands up and down her bare thighs. Ingrid felt the liquor kicking in. She felt her pussy tingle as he rubbed her body. She bent over and ground her butt into Leo harder. Leo moaned and pulled her body closer to his. Ingrid swayed her body with his. She moved her hair back and forth as she danced.

Leo leaned closer to her ear and began nibbling her earlobe. Ingrid moaned as he kissed down her neck. Leo turned her around and pushed his mouth upon hers. 

Ingrid opened her mouth and accepted his tongue in her mouth. His lips were soft, but firm against hers. He let his hand roam in her hair as he pushed his lips further against hers. Leo lifted her slightly and pushed her against the wall. Ingrid felt his breath on her neck as he kissed down her throat and then up to her earlobe. She closed her eyes and let his hands roam over her body. She then heard a thump and felt Leo hit the floor. Ingrid's eyes flew open to see Blake red faced, with his hands in fists standing over Leo.

*******

Blake looked down at Laura while she danced on him. She was doing about everything to get him to take her home tonight. She flew her hair around. She pushed her butt onto his cock. And about every other dance move that came to her mind. Blake looked down at her and immediately got bored with her. She was supposed to be a distraction not an annoyance. When she said she was going to the bathroom to freshen up, he saw that as his way to get out of there real fast. He was about to walk off the dance floor when a couple dancing by the back of the club caught his eye.

He walked closer and saw the girl dancing on the guy. He knew the guy, Leo, from his frat. But, he didn't know the girl. She was grinding all over him. He saw Leo's hands roam all over the girls butt, breast, and then he watched him run his fingers through her hair. Blake couldn't see the girls face because of the club lights. But, she looked so familiar to him. He was about to turn and walk to the bar when he saw Leo turn the girl around and started making out with her on the dance floor. 

Blake's felt his blood boil when he saw the girl was Ingrid. This douche bag had his hands all over his woman. Blake watched Leo stick his tongue in Ingrid's mouth and watched her raise her head and pull the kiss deeper. Before Blake could realize what was happening he punched the guy in the head.

Leo had a shocked look on his face. He sat on the floor holding the back of his head. He looked up and Blake and balled up his fist. He got up and swung at Blake, but Blake dodged the shot. The second swing hit Blake in the eye. Christian and Billy ran between the two and pulled them off of each other. 

Billy pulled him outside of the club and Ingrid followed close behind them. He saw her run over to Leo and ask him if he was ok, while Billy pulled him outside of the club. Blake stared at Ingrid and sat down on the steps. She stared back at him and then sat beside him on the steps. She raised her hand to his eye. It was turning black from Leo's punch. Blake knocked her hand away. 

"What was all that about Blake?" 

Blake exhaled and rubbed his hand through his black hair. 

"It's nothing Ingrid just drop it." He stood up and walked toward his car.

She followed behind him. " Well its kind of hard to drop you hitting a guy I was dancing with. Come on Blake. What's your deal?'

"I don't feel like talking about this Ingrid." He walked to his car door.

Ingrid walked in front of the car door blocking him from opening the door. He laughed at her. He could easily pick her up and move her if the wanted too.

"I don't get what's so funny Blake. Leo could file charges against you. He did nothing wrong."

"He won't file charges he is one of my frat brothers. Now move Ingrid." He watched her lose her stepping and realized she was tipsy.

" Why don't you just say the truth Blake? Tell me the truth, that you were jealous of me dancing with Leo. That maybe, just maybe Leo was doing something better than you can do to me." Her words came out slurred, but Blake wasn't too happy about what he got out of what she said. 

Ingrid watched his face darken. "I don't need this Ingrid now move or I'll move you." 

She smiled up at him. He looked at her and saw the moonlight shine on her brown skin. Her dark raven hair shone in the light, as it lay loose on her shoulders. He felt his cock twitch as he looked down at her.

"I think you are going to have to move me then because I'm not moving." Blake picked her up and Ingrid wrapped her legs around his waste and arms around his neck. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Blake could smell her perfume fill his nostrils. Her soft hair touched his face. She opened her mouth to his and tried to push her tongue in his mouth. Blake tried to resist the kiss, but his body craved her touch. He pressed her body against his car as he pushed further into the kiss. Ingrid moaned in his mouth and ground her body onto his. Blake could feel the heat from her pussy on his cock through their clothes. His cock was rock hard. He groaned as she began humping his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. 

He raised his hands under her hips and lifted her short dress up. He pulled her thong down and unzipped his pants. Blake pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. Ingrid groaned as he entered her and threw her head back. Blake pushed in and out of her pussy. His balls smacked her pussy lips as he pounded her pussy with his cock. Ingrid began moaning loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy.

"Tell me it's good Ingrid. Tell me whose pussy this is," groaned Blake into Ingrid's ear. 

Ingrid shut her eyes to hold back from cumming. She gripped Blake's back as he pushed harder into her pussy. Blake reached between them and began rubbing Ingrid's clit between his fingers.

"It's so good Blake. Oh yes it's your pussy. Oh fuck me Blake. Fuck me," moaned Ingrid. She gripped her legs tighter around his as she came. Blake pushed harder into her and came inside her. He continued pumping into her finished releasing himself. Ingrid released her legs from his waist and he lowered her to her feet. Ingrid pulled her dress back in place and wiped the dripping cum out of her pussy with her crumbled thong. 

"Get in the car Ingrid. I'll take you home." 

"I will wait for April. We rode together." Blake looked at her as if he wasn't going for that. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. 

"Get in the car Ingrid. No more games. You are drunk. And I've had a long night. Just come on so I can know you got home safely."

Ingrid looked at him a smiled. She walked pass him and got in the car. Blake started driving. Ingrid stared out the window. Her head was pounding. She shut her eyes hoping to stop the pounding. 

*******

Ingrid woke up at the sound of the door closing. She then heard her door open and felt two strong hands wrap around her body and lift her out of the car. Blake's face came to view through her bleary eyes. He carried her up the stairs into his bedroom.

"I thought you said you were taking me home," said Ingrid groggily. Blake laid her on his bed.

"I was, but I called April and she is drunk as well. She is staying at Charlie's and she has your keys. So you are going to have to sleep her tonight." 

"I don't have any clothes here! I can't sleep like this." She stood up to leave the room. Blake caught her and pulled her back to the bed.

"Just shut up and stop arguing Ingrid. Let me take care of you. You'll be fine."

Ingrid opened her mouth, but decided not to argue especially since she barely had enough energy to do anything thanks to Charlie's strong drink. Ingrid saw him leave out of the bathroom and pull out a towel and robe. 

Blake took off Ingrid's dress and then carried her into the bathroom into the bathtub. He helped her take a bath.

"Don't you need to get clean as well?" Ingrid looked at him with her big brown eyes. 

Blake grinned and then pulled off his black t-shirt and jeans. He pulled his boxers down and got behind Ingrid in the bathtub. Ingrid felt his cock on her back and prayed that she could sober up real fast to truly enjoy the moment. Blake pulled Ingrid's hair to side as he washed her back and then rubbed the towel over Ingrid's erect nipples. Ingrid moaned and pressed her butt back towards Blake's now hard cock. He let his hands roam down Ingrid's belly down to her open pussy. He rubbed the towel rub over her clit. Ingrid groaned and continued to press her butt harder on his cock. Blake entered two fingers into her pussy and pushed them in and out of her pussy. Blake pulled his finger out of her and then put her into the robe. He picked her up again and laid her on the bed.

Blake opened her robe and sprawled her legs open. He gazed at her wet pussy and the horny look in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her inner thighs. Blake looked down at the chocolate mound in front of his face. He kneeled down and kissed her clit. Blake licked his tongue out and rolled it over the clit. Ingrid gripped her fingers in his hair as he attacked her pussy. Blake pushed harder into her with his tongue. He darted his tongue in and out of her pussy.

"Oh don't stop Blake, Don't' stop." Ingrid looked at the ceiling of Blake's room and watched the room begin to spin. She felt her orgasm rising. She bit her lip and pulled his face deeper in her pussy. Ingrid felt herself start cumming she began humping his face. Blake pushed his tongue deeper in her pussy. Ingrid scream as she came on his face. Blake let the juice flow over his tongue continued to lick her pussy until she stopped thrashing around. He rose up and kissed her letting her taste her own juice. 

Ingrid rolled on top of Blake. She stared down at his eyes as they darkened with the look of lust in them. She let her hands roam over his chest and abs. Ingrid rubbed her fingers over his nipples. She pinched them and watched him groan. She raised her hips and pushed onto Blake's cock. Blake grabbed her hips and steadied her as she pushed all of his cock inside of her. Ingrid began riding him slowly. Blake felt her pussy walls close over his cock. He moaned her name as she rode him slowly. He watched her breast jump up and down as she rode his cock deeper into her pussy. He saw her eyes roll back as he felt her body cum again.

Blake pushed her into the bed and thrust his dick deeper inside her. The sound of his balls hitting her pussy and their groans was the only sound in the room. Blake groaned and then came inside of Ingrid. He pulled the sheets over their naked bodies and pulled Ingrid close to him and fell asleep.

*****

Blake woke up the next morning and reached out for Ingrid. All he felt was the sheet. 

"Not again, Ingrid. Do not tell me you skipped out on me again," mumbled Blake to himself.

He got up and headed to the bathroom just in time to see Ingrid walk out in one of his dress shirts. He grinned at her, picked her up, and kissed her lips.

He let her down. "What is wrong? Why are you acting all happy? You thought I left didn't you?" She rubbed his hair and sat in his computer chair.

"Come on it wouldn't be the first time you had me wake up to an empty bed." He looked down at her bare thigh that was exposed as she crossed her leg.

Ingrid smiled. "Yeah well I'm pretty sure you left many girls in an empty bed. So deal with it buddy." Blake walked over and picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't leave you in a bed." He looked down at her and realized he was really comfortable being in this situation with Ingrid. He liked waking up with her in his bed, in his clothes, and just being around him. This feeling was unlike anything he felt with other girls. He could get used to this if he let himself.

"Whoa, there Blake a girl may think you are trying to get serious with her." Ingrid got off his lap and started brushing her hair. 

Blake tried to laugh off what she said. "Me, serious? Never! You know that Ingrid. I just like waking up with you here. That way you wont text me all morning and cause my cell phone bill to be huge." She looked disappointed for a second and then smiled at him.

"Whatever! I think you do all the texting. All the "what are you doing?" "What are you wearing?" "And the meet me in the library texts?" And so on."

"Yeah, and where does meeting at the library lead us to doing? As a matter of fact why aren't we in bed right now?" He pulled her over to him and let his hands roam under her shirt as he started to rub her clit.

Ingrid groaned, but pulled back from his roaming hands. "We can't I have to go home. I have to study." 

Blake started kissing her neck. "Study later Ingrid. Plus, I can help you study." She pulled back again.

"Yeah, right you will distract me. Plus, I want to get out of here before all your frat brothers wake up and see me leave in the same dress they saw me in last night, especially Leo. I am already sorry enough about what happened to him."

"Why are you sorry for what happened to Leo? He had it coming for trying to move in on you."




Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



Ingrid turned and stared at him." We aren't a couple Blake. He can try to make a move if he wants. I kind of like him from what I remember about him. And don't try to pretend that you didn't have a little fun last night as well. I saw you with that girl on the dance floor. Did you see me go over to the girl and knock her out?"

Blake felt his anger from last night start to come up again. "Last night I was just dancing with the girl Ingrid. I wasn't practically fucking her on the dance floor like you were. And you don't have to keep giving hints that we aren't a couple. I know that. I don't want to be a couple, but there are rules among frat brothers. And one rule is not to move on to another's guy's girl. So like I said he had it coming."

Ingrid saw Blake's face start to turn red like last night. " How would he even know I was your "girl" Blake? We agreed to keep this a secret right? That is unless you have been going around bragging to everyone about what's been going on with us." Ingrid pulled on a pair of Blake's school sweat pants.

Blake tried to calm himself down. He exhaled sharply. "I haven't told anybody Ingrid, but I think anybody who lives here can realize what's going on in here. We aren't exactly quiet in here. Nor our we creeping around so nobody can see us together." He watched her tie her hair back into a ponytail and grab her purse and dress.

"Then maybe we need to stop." She couldn't even believe the words flew out of her mouth until she heard herself say it. She didn't want to stop. She loved being with Blake. He was funny, tender, and exciting.

"What did you say," asked Blake? The color seemed to drain out of his face when she said that. Maybe she has felt nothing for me at all over these few weeks. She really just wanted sex. 

"I said we should stop having sex. We should just be friends, nothing more." Ingrid let her eyes look to the floor so she didn't have to look into his blue eyes.

" Whatever, Ingrid. You want to end it just like that. Then lets end it just like that. It was fun while it lasted." He watched her gather the rest of her stuff.

"Yeah it was fun. I'm um going home. I'll see you in class." She turned to walk out.

"Wait, I'll drive you home. Come on." He pulled on some basketball shorts and a hoodie. They walked down to his car and drove in silence to Ingrid's dorm.

"Thanks for the ride Blake. I'll give you your clothes back Monday." She turned to get out of the car when he grabbed her arm.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her lips softly. Ingrid pulled in for more, but Blake pulled back.

"Keep the clothes its no big deal. See you in class." He turned and put his hand on the wheel.

Ingrid stared at him for a second. She wanted to tell him that she didn't mean it and wanted to be with him. But, then she realized they could never have a relationship, he liked being free to fuck whomever he wanted and she couldn't be with a guy like that again, not after Chris.

"Ok, see you later." She got out of the car.

Blake watched her walk into the dorm. He licked his lips to taste her one last time. He then drove off.

*******

"So you are just Ms. Drama central. Aren't you Ingrid?" 

Ingrid looked up from under her covers as April finally came in from the night before. 

"Me? Look at you. You have been out since last night with a guy, who you said was your ex. Then, I find out that you slept over at his house last night. And I can only assume that you didn't sleep on the couch. And why are you coming in at 11 at night?

"Never mind me and Charlie's on again off again relationship. We are talking about you and the fight on the dance floor over you last night."

Ingrid sighed. " It was not a fight over me. I just happen to be there."

"Whatever, don't try to lie to me and say Blake punched Leo for something else besides almost screwing you on the dance floor. Oh and by the way how fun was that with Leo? He is a little hottiie and such a sweetie." 

"I know I feel so bad about that. Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's cool. We put a beer on his head and he was ok. He asked about you surprisingly. I guess he is still interested even with Blake punching him over you. He kept saying it was a sucker punch."

Ingrid sat on her bed and crossed her legs. " Yeah, well Blake and I ended our little sex thing."

"Oh, my gosh Ingrid why?" She came over and sat on Ingrid's bed.

"I don't really know why. We were talking and he said Leo should have known not to touch me because I was his. And I told him we should just end it so everybody would know I wasn't his. I told him I didn't want to get all serious with him. That he and I should be free to be with whomever we want." Ingrid felt a tear come down her face.

"But, you like him Ingrid. Why would you do that? Is this because of that stupid ass Chris guy you told me about? Blake is not him Ingrid."

"I know that, but they are similar in the fact that they both our players. I just can't give my heart to him and have it broken all over again."

"Well, what about your classes? He is in like all of them. You are going to have to see him there, right?"

Ingrid started nibbling on her lip. "I guess I will just have to deal with it. Just deal with not having Blake in my life in a sexual manner."

"Yeah, well I don't think it is going to be as easy as you think Ingrid. You may have had your blinders up since you were screwing him like everyday. But, you should know tons of girls would have loved to be in your position. Do you know how many girls I know that would love to screw Blake. He is hot, he is the president on his frat, he is smart, and he just exudes sexiness. You are going to see all types of girls in his face now. Do you think you can handle just being his buddy and watching him move on?"

Ingrid exhaled and pulled her legs up and close to her body. "I'll be fine April. Blake can do whatever he wants. I can totally handle it. "

******

Ingrid walked into class and paused. There he was. He was grinning and talking to some guy sitting behind him. "Gosh, he looks great," thought Ingrid. He had a black polo on and some khakis. He also had sunglasses on. They must have been on to hide his black eye from the weekend. She glared at him. For some reason even the most regular outfit made him look even hotter. Ingrid swallowed and walked over to her seat next to him. She cursed Prof. Rowe for having assigned seats in the class. 

Blake turned and watched Ingrid sit down next to him. "Man, she is hot," thought Blake. She had on another short blue jean skirt and button down red flannel shirt. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. He instantly smelled her cocoa butter and honey scent as she sat next to him. His cock stirred as he watched her from the corner of his eye. 

"Friends can say hello to each other? Right, Ingrid? Because I don't want this to be all weird now." Blake smirked at Ingrid.

"Wipe the silly grin off your face Blake. Of course friends can say hello to each other. This will only be weird if we let it be weird. We both are adults we can handle being friends without thinking of sex. Right, Blake?"



"Yeah, I'm cool just being your friend. This will be different though." Blake ran his hands through his hair and laughed to himself. "Believe it or not, but I have never had a friend that was a girl. I either pretended to be their friend so I could screw them or they pretended to be my friend to screw me. So this thing we are doing is totally brand new for me."

"Well, this should be interesting then. How's your eye?"

He took off his sunglasses and showed it to her. It was a black bruise on the side of his eye. Ingrid let her hand raise up to it and touch it. Blake winced some and pulled back. Ingrid let her hand fall to his shoulder. He looked at her and his eyes darkened some. 

Ingrid felt the heat from his body on her hand. She closed her eyes and remembered him lifting her with those strong arms. And when he leaned her against the wall and fucked her slowly making her scream his name. She pulled her hand off his body and put it in her lap.

Ingrid turned and watched the professor come into class. Blake put back on his sunglasses. She watched Blake start to take notes. She attempted to do so as well. But, her gaze kept falling back on Blake. She looked at his fingers as he wrote and remembered him pushing those fingers into her pussy. She looked at his lips and remembered how soft they felt against her. Ingrid felt her body getting hot. She crossed her legs and jiggled them slightly to create friction against her clit. She almost jumped out of her seat when class ended. She had to get away from Blake he was turning her on and he wasn't even trying to. 

"So do you want to go to the library and study?" Blake asked while he put his books in his bag.

"Uhh no. I have to get back to the dorm. I promised April that I would help her with her assignment." She threw her bag around her shoulder.

"But, April's a art major. How are you going to help her with art?" He smirked at her.

Ingrid blushed. "She is sketching me. Look I have to go. See you later." Ingrid turned and ran out of the classroom.

Blake watched her hurry through people and leave out of the classroom. He sighed and sat down. He closed his eyes and his mind immediately flashed back to them lying in bed together. Blake felt the warmth of her body against his and smelled her scent. 

"Blake, earth to Blake."

Blake opened his eyes and looked into Megan's green one's. Megan was a girl he had fooled around with a few times freshman year. But, then Kelly and then Trisha came along and replaced Megan. She was a cool girl. And an ok lay. 

"What's up Megan?" She sat down next to him.

"I've missed you Blake. I heard you were in some relationship or something. And when I heard I said to myself, No way is Blake Getty in a relationship. That was of course until I saw you punch Leo this weekend." 

Blake smiled at Megan and started to caress her cheek. "Now, Megan you know me. I never get in a relationship. I like to have way to much fun to have a girlfriend." Blake looked around the room and saw that it was empty. Blake let his hand slide down Megan's face and he pulled his hand into her shirt and began playing with her nipple. Megan moaned and leaned her head against the chair. He pulled her breast out of her tank top and rolled her pink nipple with his fingertips. 

He had to do something to get Ingrid out his mind. She thought he was a slut anyway. 

"Now, Megan you said you missed me right? Then show me how much you missed me." Blake released Megan's nipple and leaned back in his seat. Megan grinned at Blake and unzipped his khakis. Megan got on her knees in front of him and licked the head of his cock. She lowered her head deeper and pushed his cock into her mouth. Blake shut his eyes and took a hold of Megan's head as she fucked him with her mouth. He pushed her further on his cock. Megan sucked him deeper in her mouth. Blake felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He felt his cock tense up as he squirted his cum into the back of her throat. Megan swallowed the last drop and then got up.

"Wow, you still have it Megan. I needed that. Thanks." She stood up and grinned at him.

She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back. "I have to go Megan. See you later?"

"Yeah, so who is better? Your little black chick or me?" Blake felt his eyes turn cold.

"You don't ever mention her again, Megan. Do you hear me? Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

"Whatever, Blake you had no problem using me right there to get what you wanted. So least you can do is tell me if I am better than her or not."

Blake laughed. "She is better than you in every way." He turned to walk out of the room.

"Yeah, well you act just like me. So I guess she is better than you as well," yelled Megan across the room.

Blake let the door shut behind him and he walked out to his car. He knew he used Megan. He thought she would be the distraction he needed to get Ingrid out of his mind. Turns out she just made him feel worse. 

He got into his car and drove home. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



She wakes up and goes into her room. Before long she's laying in bed on her side. She's in a black tshirt and green panties. She's thinking about him and he's asleep in the living room, still. 

She rolls onto her back, she starts running her hands up and down her body. Playing with her breasts over her shirt, she moans. Her hands travel down her body, caressing herself through her panties. She slides her right hand down her panties, her legs fall apart slightly as she starts stroking her clit. 

She moans and strokes her clit fast and hard. She stops, pulling her hand out, she takes her shirt and panties off and continues playing with her clit. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys the sensations her playing causes. 

She massages then squeezes her left breast with her left hand. She loves playing with her breasts and has no compliments from her lover, either. For he loves them too. 

She's moaning a little too loud and soon hears movement at her bedroom door. She opens her eyes and sure enough he's standing there, watching. 

Eager to join and help. She smiles to herself as she slowly stops playing with herself. 

She says, "Welcome to my bedroom."

She continues saying, "Come join me."

She asks, "Want to play?"

He says, "Yes"

Stripping as he makes it to the bed in two seconds and laying beside her just as fast. She rolls onto her side, facing him. She reaches over, grabs his dick, and starts stroking him. He makes a noise. She starts stroking faster and harder. 

She stops, pushes him onto his back, moves onto her knees, and starts licking him from his nipples to his dick. She moves lower, she licks his dick from base to head, slowly. A few times before shoving him in her hot, wet mouth. 

She starts sucking him hard, harder, fast, faster. Using her hand to stroke him in the opposite direction. She deep throats. Once, twice, three times before just sucking him again. She listens to him making noises and it just makes her do it harder and faster. 

She continues until she feels him tense, she knows he's going to cum soon, so she moves faster, faster. Her mouth is so wet, hot, and wanting his cum. She is relentless until she feels the cum flowing into her mouth, she swallows and sucks until he's done and swallows that, too.

Licking her lips, she smiles at him before laying on her back again. He rolls onto his side, to help her. He starts stroking her clit, she giggles but he continues. She moans and he works his hand down, inserting a finger inside her wet, shaved, hot pussy. She gasps as he begins moving it in and out of her slowly at first then moving faster and harder. 

He moves in between her legs without stopping his attack on her pussy. She moans as his mouth closes over her left nipple, sucking softly before moving to her right doing the same thing. She moves against his finger. He's so good at what he does. 

Soon, he moves down, replacing his finger with his tongue. She moves her legs wider apart. He starts thrusting his tongue in and out of her. Fast. Faster. Hard. Harder. 

She moans and grunts as he fucks her with his tongue. She can't handle anymore, grabbing his hair she tugs him up and off her. She pushes him on his back and straddles him. She grunts as he goes inside her, deep. Thick and long. She loves this ride. She leans forward and kisses him as she starts moving her hips. 

She spreads her legs wider as she moves forcing him deeper. She sits up and moves hard and fast. Her eyes are closed as she rides. He moves under her. His hands on her hips. Thrusting up as she goes down. She's so wet and he's so hard. 

Harder

Faster

Deeper

Wetter

She's definately enjoying this ride and from the sounds of it so is he. She's moving as hard and fast as she can then she slows down, leaning over she grabs her toy. She places it on her clit and turns it up full speed. She moans loud and comes to a stop, letting the vibrations do their job for a bit before she starts moving harder and faster than she possibly can. 

He cums inside her, but he's still going as she's getting ready to cum, too. So very close, she pushes herself at times then the other times she stays still and lets the vibrations take over, which force her over the edge and with a moan she cums hard and fast. 

Panting, she moves off him and lays down. Trying to calm her breathing again.

After awhile...

She exclaims, "Damn! That was good!"

She rolls over onto her side, facing him. 

She says, "You are one terrific lover that is for sure."

Soon, they are both up, dressed, and are back in the living room. 

She says, "Come on, let's go outside. It looks nice and I need fresh air."

He says, "Mkay."

And they make their way outside.

Sitting on the steps, she moves so he can sit beside her. 

She asks, "Leaving today?"

He answers, "Yesh."

She says, "Okay."

There's silence. As usual. What's the point of talking?, she wonders to herself.

He says, "So."

She asks, "So what?"

He asks, "What's up?"

She replies, "The sky."

He gets up and starts walking to his car. She hesitates but follows him to the other steps. 

He smiles...woot! 

She says, "See ya later. I had fun."

He says, "Later. I had fun, too."

He gets in his car, starts it, drives away, and she turns to go back to the steps.





They both had fun and will do this again...Eventually...Stay tuned! 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



With a quick wave, Jenna hiked up her skirt a bit and slid into the drivers' seat of her cherry red Beretta. Slipping the key in the ignition, the car roared to life. Smiling to herself, she knew she had just set her life on a new course. Her hand didn't even shake when she wrote out the cheques for the damage deposit and the first months' rent. Now she had to go and tell Josh she was leaving. 

As Jenna got closer to the house she shared with Josh the more anxiety worked at her stomach. "What am I going to say?" she asked herself over and over. Decided that she would just tell him flat out she was leaving. Pulling the car into the driveway, she got out and strode in the back door. Dropping her purse and keys on the counter and stopping at the hall closet she pulled out her suitcases. She often wondered why she had never taken them to storage, now she believed it was because deep down inside she expected this day to come. 

"What are you doing with those?" His voice startled her.

"I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" She couldn't believe he was being so dense.

"Anywhere you aren't," she replied hoisting the suitcase up on the bed, opening it and pulling out the one nested inside. Placing them side by side, she methodically went through the drawers and closet and laying them neatly in the gaping cases. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" He was now leaning against the door frame of the bedroom they had shared for the last few years. His hair rumpled and his favourite pants hanging loosely from his hips. 

"I'm done Josh. We are over." Turning to him to face him and she said the last few words looking directly in his eyes. His casual appearance would have done nasty things to her insides a few months ago, now it just turned her stomach. 

"You can't leave." The tone in his voice told her he didn't believe she was leaving.

"Oh yes I can, I already have a new place." She tossed over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a load of toiletries, a hair dryer and a flat iron. "I don't want to be here anymore, I gave you a chance to get your shit together and you wasted it, now I'm moving on. Get used to it."

"What's his name?" Josh shot back; she could see the rage building behind his eyes. 

"What is whose name?" She knew he was accusing her of fooling around. "There is no one else. I am just tired of your lazy ass not doing anything and expecting me to take care of you." Taking a last look around to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she grabbed the alarm clock off the night stand and tossed it into the larger suitcase before zipping it closed and pulling it to the floor. Closing the second suitcase she set it on the floor as well. 

Pushing past him into the hallway, she wheeled the luggage back to the kitchen stopping only long enough pick up her purse and keys. 

"Who's going to pay the rent?" The whine in his voice grated on her last nerve. 

"Maybe you'll have to get a job." Yanking the door open a little harder than necessary, she lifted the heavy cases over the threshold and slammed the door in his face. Struggling to get both down the driveway to her car, she heard the door open again behind her. 

"Where will you be?" he sounded like a little boy.

"I'll be back for the rest of my things. Please make sure you aren't here when I do." She hissed at him, pushing the second case into the trunk before slamming the lid.

Leaving him standing barefoot and dishevelled in the driveway, she reversed hard and with a screech of tires she was gone.

Jenna got all the way back to her new home on the adrenaline pumping through her body. Pulling into the driveway beside the pickup with Harrison Construction on the door, she cut the engine, leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. 

A light tap on the window beside her startled her out of her reverie. She opened the door and got out, smoothing her skirt down her thighs. 

"Hi, do you need any help?" Jenna fought hard to hold back the tears welling in her eyes. 

"Thank you," she said popping the trunk. "That would be wonderful." Jenna busied herself with the bags so he wouldn't see the tears glistening in her eyes. 

"Is this all you have?" Ben said.

"For now, I'll go back and get the rest in a day or two."

Jenna followed as she watched Ben easily carrying both cases through the garage door and into her new room. 

"Where would you like them?" 

"On the bed please." 

"I hope you will be comfortable here." He set the cases on the bed and stepping back.

"Thank you," Jenna replied sinking onto the bed next to the luggage. 

Pushing herself off the bed, Jenna opened the cases and started to unpack. Putting things in drawers and in the bathroom, it didn't take long for her to empty both cases, nesting the smaller one inside the big one she zipped them closed. 

"Dinner's ready, if you're hungry?" Ben appeared around the door.

"You didn't have to cook for me." 

"I didn't," his laugh brought sunshine into the room. "I cooked for me, but there is enough for two."

Following him back into the kitchen, he had set the table and laid out a meal any mother would have been proud of. Settling in the chair she had sat in earlier, she reached for the glass at her place, he had thoughtfully filled with ice water. 

"This looks delicious and smells heavenly. Where did you learn to cook like this?" Jenna said placing a helping of the casserole on her plate.

"My mother made sure all us kids could cook. She said it was as important for a man to know how to cook as it was for a woman to swing a hammer. My sister can keep pace with any man on a construction site." Ben's smile told her just how proud he was of his family.

"How many kids are there?" 

"There are three of us; I'm the oldest, then my brother Jon, and our sister Patty. How about you, do you have siblings?"

"Just my brother, Matthew. He's older than me, married, with 2 kids. They live a couple of hours from here." Absently picking up a dinner bun she pulled it apart and popped a bite into her mouth. 

"And your parents, where are they?"

"My dad died when I was a little girl, my mom never remarried; now she's gone too. We lost her to cancer a year ago." Jenna swiped at the renegade tear slipping silently down her cheek. 

"I'm sorry," 

"Thank you," Jenna said barely above a whisper.

Finishing dinner in an awkward silence, Ben got up and started clearing the table. 

"No," Jenna said rising and taking the plates from his hands. "Let me do this, it's the least I can do after you cooked." 

Ben sat back down, while Jenna cleared and wiped the table, rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. 

"I'm going to watch some TV, if you want to join me?" Ben asked as Jenna switched to dishwasher to on.

"Thank you, no, it's been a hard day, I think I'm going to turn in." She wondered why he was trying so hard to make her comfortable. It was nice to have someone around who wasn't laid out on the couch like so much house dust, but he didn't have to go to so much trouble.

"Sleep well; if you need anything, extra towels or blankets, they are in the closet at the end of the hall."

"Thank you, I'll be fine." Jenna closed the bedroom door behind her, sat down in the overstuffed chair beside the window, pulled her knees up to her chest, buried her face against them and cried.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



After making sure I hadn't changed my mind the next morning Bill called Vic to convince him to go to the awards banquet. The banquet was the following Friday and Vic agreed to take me as his date following Bill's promptings and reassurances. 

The rest of the week flew by. Bill took Thursday off and took me shopping to buy a new dress for the banquet. I was just going to wear an evening gown I had hanging in the closet but Bill insisted that I get a new one just for this occasion. I couldn't get over his attentiveness and I sure wasn't going to turn down the chance to get a new dress. 

I tried on several different gowns at an upscale dress shop. Bill sat in a chair just outside of the dressing room and waited for me to model each one. He frowned or just shook his head negatively at most of my choices. When he turned down my last choice I put my hands on my hips and said, "Then you pick one out."

He smiled back at me and said, "I thought you'd never ask." He turned to one of the sales clerks and nodded. She brought over a strapless red evening gown and handed it to me. Bill winked at me as the girl and I went back into the dressing room to try it on. 

I looked in the mirror as the sales girl finished zipping up the back of the dress. "Oh my," I gasped. 

The sales girl chimed in, 'Your husband was right. This dress looks great on you, sexier than the other dresses." I smiled back at her, "You think so?" She nodded.

The dress was a strapless red chiffon floor length evening gown with a beaded sweetheart neckline and empire A-line with a sensuous slit to the mid-thigh in front. I walked out of the dressing room to model it for Bill and to get a better look at it in the salon's mirrors. Bill whistled as I twirled in front of him.

"That's the one," he said. "Vic will love it. You'll be the belle of the ball." 

"Bill this dress is lovely but, it's way too expensive. When would I ever wear it again?"

He said, "I don't care about the expense. You look great in it and I want to spoil you. You deserve it."

Bill paid for the dress and we left the store. He insisted on carrying the box with the dress in it. He herded me toward the lingerie store down the block from the dress shop. He said as he opened the door to the shop, "We need to get you some new sexy underwear to go with your new sexy dress."

I protested even as he propelled me through the door, "Bill the dress is enough. I have lingerie."

"Stella, let me pamper you. It gives me pleasure to pamper you," he insisted.

Bill went to the sales clerk and handed her a picture he had ripped from a catalog. She nodded and pointed to the dressing rooms. He grabbed my hand and led me to the fitting room. Once again he seated himself in the salon and waited for me to model the items the sales clerk had gathered. She handed me a black brocaded corset that laced up the back and had metal busk closures up the front. Four suspenders dangled from the bottom to hold up black thigh-high stockings. A lacy black thong completed the ensemble. I slipped my high heels back on and went out to model the sexy lingerie for my husband.

He whistled long and loud as I slowly spun in front of him. "We'll take it." He said to the sales girl who excused herself to ring it up. Bill stood up and took me in his arms, "You are so sexy."

I kissed Bill full on the mouth and then said, "I'm glad you think so."

"Not just me. I think Vic will like this too." He said as he led me back to the fitting room he closed the curtain behind us. 

"What do you mean, Vic will love it too? Vic's not going to see this outfit."

Bill knelt down in front of me and pulled the thong down to my ankles. I placed a hand on his shoulder as I stepped out of the thong. He looked up at me his face level with my snatch. He kissed my labia and darted his tongue into my quickly dampening slit.

"Bill, not here." I hissed.

He slipped a finger into my pussy and began working it in and out. "You have absolutely no idea how sexy you are do you?" He once again slipped his tongue into my slit I groaned and lifted my leg to rest on his shoulder and leaned back against the wall and enjoyed his ministrations.

I was getting close to orgasm. My breath came in tattered spats. My skin flushed red and I twisted Bill's hair as he buried his face into my nethers. I whimpered, "Oh Baby, Oh Baby." 

Suddenly Bill stopped and stood up. My leg slid off his shoulder and he pulled me up to keep me from falling. I groaned in disappointment. "Don't stop, please Bill."

"Look at yourself." Bill commanded and he spun me around to look in the mirror on the wall. Strands of my long black hair had escaped from my bun and silhouetted my face which was red with rapture. My breasts rose and fell with each breath I panted somehow in my exhilaration they had worked themselves out of the corset. My nipples were rock hard. The labia of my pussy were engorged and glistened with excitement. 

Bill stood behind me. I could feel his hot breath on the bare flesh of my neck it gave me goose-bumps. I could feel his erection straining against his trousers and resting in the crack of my naked ass. I reached behind me and grasped his hard dick. He squeezed one of my aroused breasts and gently pinched a nipple. I moaned and leaned back against him. He slipped a finger from his free hand into my gushing gash and began fingering me.

"I want Vic to see you like this, wanting and wanton."

"Why?" I murmured confused and complicit in his hands.

"I've seen how he looks at you. He's being tortured by his lust. He wants you but he'll never make the first move. Friends like that are rare these days." Bill drove his finger deeper into me and I whimpered again. "Friends like that should be rewarded."

Bill pulled his finger out of me and pushed me forward. I had to put my hands out to keep from hitting the mirror. I heard his zipper open and felt his hard dick penetrate the wet folds of my cunt. I grunted as he entered me with a single powerful thrust. He sawed into my pussy a few times and stopped. I whined in protest, "Please, Bill...fuck me... don't stop."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back towards him forcing me to arch my back. My toes curled with passion as his dick poked at my G-spot from this position. "Look in the mirror," ordered Bill.

I opened my eyes they were glassy with desire. My nipples were so hard they ached. My pussy was slick against Bill's hardness and I could see it disappearing between the folds of my cunt. I watched it as it piston in and out of me wet and solid.

"You lust for Vic too. I've seen the way you look at him. You play it off as sympathy but its more than that isn't it?"

"Yes." I admitted with a hiss.

Bill went wild with lust and buffeted my pussy for all he was worth. I knew he wouldn't last and I diddled my clit until the white lights of orgasm tore through my brain and I let out a long low moan. A tear of joy slipped down my cheek. My orgasm sent Bill over the top and he buried himself into me and shot his load of cum deep into my belly. 

After we dressed we paid the sales girl for my new undergarments. Bill blushingly gave her an extra large tip hoping it was adequate compensation for the time and noise in the changing rooms. We left the lingerie shop and ate at a downtown restaurant before heading home.

I was overwhelmed by Bill's attentiveness and his tenderness when he ran me a bubble bath. I urged him to join me in the warm water but he refused. He took a wash cloth and gently scrubbed my body. He lathered my legs and armpits and carefully shaved them. He lathered my pubic mound and looked me in the eye before continuing. I hesitated, I usually kept myself neatly trimmed, and then I just nodded. Bill gleefully shaved my pussy bald.

After rubbing me dry with a towel Bill anointed my cunt with baby oil to keep it from getting a razor rash. My own wet excitement mixed with the oil as Bill's ministrations engorged my clit and made my pussy lips pout with anticipation.

He led me into our bed room. I lay on my back naked across the bed and fingered myself while Bill stripped. He climbed onto the bed and I took his hard cock in my hand and guided it into my drenched pussy. He didn't even kiss me. He just pounded away at my pussy with an enthusiasm he hadn't shown since our honeymoon so many years ago.

His cock was angled just right to stroke my G-spot and his pubic bone pushed against my clit as he hammered into me. I was already in a highly aroused state even before Bill started to fuck me. I clutched at his ass trying to get more of him into me. The pressure against my clit crested and I had a screaming orgasm. 

Bill pulled out of me as soon as my climax subsided I groaned with disapproval. He began to fist himself furiously. 

"Cum in me, cum in me," I whined and reached for him. 

He pushed me back down and shook his head negatively. "Why?" I whimpered. 

"I want to cum on your bald pussy." 

He stroked himself frantically. I reached down and gently squeezed his taut balls. He spewed hot white cum on me from my tits to the top of my vulva. I was amazed that he had that much cum after the increased frequency of the sex we had experienced this week. He collapsed next to me. "I love you so much," he croaked. We fell asleep cuddled to each other.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



So despite the fact that I'm eight months pregnant, I've still been feeling incredibly horny. Sometimes I feel like a beached whale trying to move around, but most of the time the hormones coursing through my body make me cat-in-heat horny, feeling like I want to fuck anything with a cock.

Which means that my husband has been getting fucked a lot. But sometimes it hasn't been enough, especially when he has a couple of days in a row where he has had to stay long hours at work. We have always had an understanding that if I get too horny to wait for him, and if masturbating only makes me hornier rather than relieving the "itch," that instead of getting frustrated I should do what I "need" to do. Sometimes that means going out and picking up a stranger and hooking up for a quick, no strings attached sexual encounter. But that has been more difficult being pregnant, especially now that I'm showing so much. For some reason most guys don't want to get involved with a pregnant woman, even if it's clearly NSA sex for sex sake.

And so the last few months whenever I've gotten that crazy horny that I just can't sit at home alone, I've gone to see B--, my "friend with benefits" (in Japanese ノン・プラトニック　フレンド). He totally understands what I need, and is always ready to give me satisfaction no questions asked. I also discovered sometime in my second trimester that he has a thing for pregnant women, and so even though I had been a little worried that he was going to lose some of his animal passion for me as my belly kept getting bigger, the exact opposite actually happened. The bigger I got, the hornier he seemed to get, and so now that I've gone into the last two months of my pregnancy, each time I've seen him recently the sex has gotten harder and harder. 

We've had to adjust our sexual positions, experimenting because he has such a huge cock. It's difficult for him to fuck me in the missionary position, unless I get on the edge of the bed or on a table and really spread my legs and hold them up as he stands between my legs and drives into me. When he gets really aggressive and releases his hardcore lust and starts to thrust hard and deep, I can feel his cock pushing into my cervix, and I wonder if his sperm is coating my baby when he cums! But most of the time I'm not thinking at all, just abandoning myself to the pleasure of being fucked by his monster cock. My favourite position is cowgirl, where I can control how deep his cock goes inside me when I ride him. But I also love just abandoning myself to his lust and desire for me, no matter how deep he goes. 

When I'm on all fours getting it doggy style, or when he's driving into me from above and behind so that I'm on my knees with my ass sticking up and my face is being smashed into the mattress or the carpet with every thrust of his hip, his cock seems to be stretching me in ways that I've never been stretched before. But in some ways this is what i want--I've really tried to get even more of his monstrous hunk of meat inside me because I'm hoping that the more he stretches my cunt, the easier it will be for the baby to come out later! lol

Last night, when I got home after a whole afternoon of being fucked by B--, my husband was waiting for me. It turns out that the business dinner he had scheduled was cancelled, but I missed his text messages that afternoon because I was so busy being fucked over and over again by my big-cocked blond stud. My husband knew where I had been, and he was pissed off because I hadn't answered his messages. Even though my jaw was sore from having sucked B--'s cock all afternoon, and I was filthy and covered in mine and B--'s sweat and sperm and other secretions (I hadn't taken a shower at B--'s because I had planned to come home and take a long hot bath to unwind...), I immediately got on my knees and began giving him a blowjob to begin making it up to him. He was horny, especially because he knew from my descriptions of the previous few trysts that B-- was getting hornier the farther along in the pregnancy I was. As I sucked his immediately hard erection, he asked me in a disdainful voice if B-- had fucked me even harder than last time. I mumbled yes while still sucking his cock and nodded just to make sure he knew my answer. He grabbed my head and thrust in and out of my throat, face fucking me until I was gagging and drooling. Of course, B-- had been doing the same to me earlier that afternoon, and with his much bigger cock, and so it was easy for me to weather his deep thrusts down my throat. 

"Let me see your dirty cunt," he commanded, pushing me back onto the floor so that I could open my legs and show him my still swollen cunt lips. They were sore and red and still puffy from the pounding they had received, and my clit was extra sensitive, so that as he examined me with his probing fingers, I shivered with horniness and twitched with a mixture of pain and pleasure each time he brushed against my clit.

"I can see B--'s sperm leaking out of you, slut," he hissed, grabbing his camera to take pictures of my puffy swollen cunt lips and the sticky sperm that was now slowly oozing out of me. "Look at your swollen clit--are you still horny from being fucked by B--'s big fat cock...?" he asked. I nodded and whimpered "yes" as his thumb and finger pulled the hood exposing my sensitive clit to the cool air. "I loved being pounded by his thick white cock. My cunt is full of his cum...are you angry...are you mad at me...?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes," he hissed, stretching open my wet swollen lips even wider. "Push it out, slut," he commanded, "push B--'s sperm out of your gaping cunt so I can taste it..." I did as he ordered, bearing down and pushing out as much of B--'s semen inside my sloppy cum-filled cunt as I could. 

I felt like a filthy slut, legs spread wide as he examined me, patiently waiting for the thick sperm to ooze out of my well-used fuckhole. He put down the camera and used his other hand to scoop out a huge dollop of gooey white sperm, noting with an angry voice that my dirty cunt was so full of sperm that B-- must have cum inside me at least two or three times. I whispered yes, that B-- had cum inside me three times that day. B-- almost always came at least once on my face, usually with his first orgasm because he produced the most cum then, and he enjoyed seeing as much of his seed as possible spray and cover my face. He liked watching it drip off me and seeing the crusts of his sperm dry on my face as he continued to fuck me again and again. But this time he had wanted to deliver as much of his sperm deep inside me as he could, to baptize my baby before it was born. 

"B-- wanted to anoint the baby with his cum," I told my husband, "he was wondering if the baby might really be his, since he was fucking me so often this year, and was hoping a half-white baby will come out next month so he'll know it's his..." I let this sink in, before whispering, "I think the baby might be his, honey, it must be his because when he cums his cock is so much further inside me than yours--it's like his sperm goes right into my womb--I hope the baby is his so he'll have a big cock just like his real daddy..." I knew this would enflame his jealousy, and I didn't have to wait long for his anger to surge and the sting of his palm slapping my cheek. He slapped me hard, twice on each cheek, then another hard slap on each breast, calling me a slut with each blow until my face was burning and my breasts were red.

"Are you going to fuck me with B--'s baby inside me...?" I taunted him, stoking his anger, pushing him to punish me harder than he had ever before...

He pulled my legs up by the ankles and spread them wide, dipping his cock into my sore cunt, coating it with B--'s cum with several probing thrusts. He was as hard as steel, his cock a fiery red and glistening with B--'s viscous seed. "Do you know what's coming, whore?" he asked. 

I nodded, knowing exactly what was coming next, knowing that it was what he wanted, what I needed...

"Beg for it, bitch, beg for daddy's forgiveness..."

"Please, Master, please forgive me...please, fuck my ass, Master, take my asshole and punish me..." 

I whimpered, pleading, needing his absolution, needing his punishment. "Please, please, fuck my ass and punish me for fucking B-- all afternoon..." I was begging through tears, "please, Master, forgive me--I confess everything, that i went over to B--'s and stayed for five hours...He fucked me again and again, until I lost track of how many times I came. I loved it, loved the feel of his big white cock, loved how it filled me, how hard he fucked me, loved sucking his beautiful cock and choking on it..."

My husband was rock hard, and after pumping in and out of my sloppy cunt a few more times, he withdrew and I felt the tip of his cock push into my asshole, slipping in easily with the slippery coating of B--'s slimy sperm. I knew that after a few minutes the semen would begin to get sticky and dry and lose its quality as a lubricant, and then his ass-fucking would become more painful. But right now it felt good to be ass-fucked by my husband, to feel the beginning of the burning that would only grow more intense, to feel the cleansing fire of his cock thrusting in and out of my ass. The pain became an essential part of my pleasure, in the same way that the painful friction earlier of B--'s cock stretching the lips of my cunt and rubbing against my clit enhanced the pleasure of fucking him. But the pain also redeemed me, cleansed me of my sins, and as my husband's ass-fucking increased in intensity, the burning in my asshole spread through my loins, wiping away the guilty pleasure of fucking B--. As my husband finally began shooting his own sperm deep inside my intestines, absolution and forgiveness flowed from him into me, washing away the residue of my shame...



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



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John carefully folded the little clothes and laid them in the suitcase. They were cute. No other way to say it. Bethany had so many cute outfits, it was hard to pick just one. Becca, of course, suggested they take all of them.

"Daddy. Daddy." A little voice yelled in the house.

Bethany scampered into the living room, running right at John. He scooped her up and tossed her into the air, before she could crash headlong into his legs. Bethany squealed and laughed as she flew upwards. John caught her on the way down and tickled her.

"What's up pumpkin?" He asked.

"I wanna see Mickey and Minnie." She smiled at her dad. "And Donald and Daffy and Goofy. Goofy's funny."

"He sure is." John replied, smiling at his daughter. "We'll see them soon honey. I promise."

"Kay." Bethany wriggled out of arms and then plopped down in front of the TV.

Becca came into the room, rubbing lotion over her skin. She smiled at John.

"How's it going in here?" She asked.

John put some more clothes in the suitcase. "Great. I'm already packed and I'm working on Bethany's suitcase now." He looked over at his wife. "I don't suppose you're finished yet."

Becca laughed. "Not even close."

John smiled at his wife. He walked back to their bedroom to check on Becca's progress. A hurricane had hit, because there were clothes, hangers, and dry cleaning plastic everywhere. The only place on the bed, without clothing, was Becca's suitcase.

Typical, John thought.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Becca said over his shoulder. "I've got everything laid out, I just need to pack it in the suitcase."

John looked over his shoulder at his wife. "If you say so honey."

Becca punched John lightly on the shoulder. She stepped around him, into their bedroom. John followed her and looked at the clothes strewn over the bed.

He looked up at Becca and cocked his head.

"Um. There's a lot of lingerie in here baby." John commented. He picked up a swimming suit. It was little more than a string. "This is a little revealing for the hotel pool isn't it?"

Becca shrugged. "Well, we're spending some time with DeShawn as well." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You know that already."

"I know." John said lamely. "It's just---."

"Just what?" Tension and anger creeped into Becca's voice.

John replied quickly. "Nothing baby."

Becca continued to stare at her husband for a moment, before she nodded her head and shooed him out of the bedroom.

"Go. I'll be done in a bit."

"Cool. We need to leave in an hour honey, if we're going to make our flight."

"I know. I know."

"'Kay." John paused. "I love you."

"Love you too baby." Becca responded with a smile.

Fifty-five minutes later, John was the pack mule, and he was doing his best to get them on the road with enough time make their flight. He carried all the luggage out to the car and got it stowed. Becca handled Bethany and got her nestled into her car seat. Finally, after Becca made a few more trips back into the house for miscellaneous items. Several minutes later, they were ready to go.

"Ready to go to Disney World, Bethany?" John asked as he back out of the driveway.

"Yayyyyy!" His daughter yelled.

John smiled and Becca kissed him on the cheek.

Bethany was now three years old and a precocious and talkative little thing. She was bright, happy and beautiful. She was also a really good mix between Becca and Deshawn, the man they were going to meet on their vacation. Bethany had the best of both of their features.

John and Becca had kept in touch with DeShawn consistently over the last two years. He was a great guy and John and Becca had even met DeShawn in San Antonio twice. Becca and DeShawn were still hugely attracted to each other and he was still single. When they got together, it was just a matter of time before DeShawn and Becca got naked. John watched. When he was lucky enough to be invited. Becca and DeShawn didn't always let him watch.

DeShawn was still on active operational status with the Air Force, as a Combat Controller. His job wasn't as well known as the Delta Force or the Navy SEALs, but he was definitely in the same business. DeShawn was frequently gone on missions, so they didn't have many opportunities to meet with him.

Privately, John hoped DeShawn would meet someone and get married. Take himself off the market. Unfortunately, it hadn't happened and didn't look likely, as long as DeShawn stayed on operational status. DeShawn was cool and John had a good relationship with him, but John secretly worried Becca's attraction to DeShawn would prove too strong for her marriage to John.

Relax dude, John thought for the millionth time. Becca's never given you any reason to suspect she's in love with DeShawn, or that your marriage is in jeopardy.

John and Becca had saved enough money to take Bethany to Disney World and that's where they were headed. DeShawn was stationed at an Air Force base in Florida that was close to Disney Word, so John and Becca invited him to join them at Disneyworld. It was a strange situation, but it worked for a few reasons.

DeShawn was Bethany's biological father.

John was the one who suggested DeShawn impregnate Becca. Becca happily agreed.

DeShawn was black. Becca and John were white. Becca liked black men. Becca liked DeShawn...a lot.

John and Becca agreed to keep DeShawn involved in Bethany's life, as much as possible.

Disneyworld. They were going as a family and DeShawn was joining them. He was going to stay in the same hotel suite as John, Becca and Bethany. John knew he would likely be sleeping on the couch.

It's not the couch I mind, he thought to himself. It's the fact that I love it when Becca sleeps with DeShawn that bothers me so much.

They made the long drive to San Antonio and the airport on time.

It was Becca's first flight.

She didn't like it.

* * *

Airports suck! John thought irritably, as they waited for their luggage in baggage claim.

Becca held Bethany's hand, while they waited for their luggage to appear on the carousel. It took two flights and a long lay-over, before they landed in Orlando. John and Becca were both ready to get to the hotel, find a swimming pool and an alcoholic beverage.

"John, Becca!" A baritone voice called out to them.

They turned to see DeShawn walking towards them smiling widely. Another man walked with him, slightly behind DeShawn, and his eyes were fixed on Becca. He wasn't smiling. John couldn't help noticing, DeShawn and his friend looked impressively fit.

"DeShawn." John walked over, extending his hand. "Wow. It's good to see you."

"Same here." DeShawn replied and shook John's hand. He motioned to his left. "This is Marcus. He's my best friend and we're in the same outfit."

"Nice to meet you." John said and smiled at Marcus.

Their handshake was tense. Marcus took John's hand and squeezed, much harder than normal for a handshake. He gave John a tight smile, that didn't reach his eyes, and when his reply came, it was short.

"Same here."

John's hand survived the handshake. He looked at Marcus for a moment longer, before turning towards Becca and Bethany. DeShawn had already taken Becca into his arms and hugged her tightly. John couldn't help noticing that Becca returned his hug, just as tightly, and closed her eyes.

Once their hug ended, DeShawn knelt down and shook Bethany's hand. He smiled at her and she smiled back at him. DeShawn obviously saw his own features in Bethany's face and it brought a genuine smile to his face. Becca introduced them and DeShawn got a little hug from Bethany. She was still a little unsure about DeShawn, but mommy said it was ok.

"Look great together, don't they?" Marcus' voice was low, serious and unfriendly. He looked at John. "Almost like they were meant to be together."

John looked over at Marcus and their eyes met.

We're not going to get along, John thought as he continued his staring contest with Marcus.

Normally, an easy-going guy, John tried to get along with everyone. Marcus was making that difficult and he seemed to be deliberately going out of his way to antagonize John.

"What are you doing here?" Becca's voice broke the tension between John and Marcus.

DeShawn laughed. "I wanted to surprise you."

John stepped over and added. "You succeeded. How did you know what flight we'd be on?"

"Becca emailed me your itinerary." He replied simply.

John glanced at Becca and she nodded back at him. Her cheeks grew red and she looked down at her shoes for a second. Bethany saved her mom. She reached up, and ask to be held, so Becca reached down and swung her up to her hip. Becca smiled at her daughter and kept her eyes away from John.

Silence settled over the group for a few seconds, before DeShawn rescued them.

"Let's get your luggage." He said and then walked over to the carousel.

John walked over with him and pulled their bags off as they came around. Once they were all stacked together, DeShawn and Marcus grabbed them, and started walking towards the exit. John carried the only thing left, Bethany's bright pink backpack. John and Becca followed the two Air Force combat controllers out into the Florida sun and humidity.

"Hey guys." John said, catching their attention. "We reserved a rental car. An SUV actually. Do you know where the rental car area is at this airport?"

DeShawn nodded. "Yep. It's off the airport, about a mile away. Marcus brought his SUV and he's going to take you over to the rental car area. I thought Becca could ride over to the hotel with me and we'll meet you there."

"Sounds good." Marcus replied quickly. "My SUV is right over there."

"Uh." John started to object.

"It's ok baby." Becca added, before he could finish. "I can ride with you and Marcus."

The expression on Becca's face spoke volumes. She was willing to ride with Marcus, but she really wanted to ride with DeShawn.

Or have DeShawn ride her, John thought darkly.

"I wanna go with daddy." Bethany piped up and hugged John's leg tightly. John looked down at his daughter and smiled ruefully. "I guess that settles it." He looked up and nodded briefly to Becca.

DeShawn looked at Becca and motioned in the other direction. "My car is this way."

"Let's go pumpkin." John gently took Bethany's hand and followed Marcus.

This should be fun, John thought sarcastically.

Marcus didn't say anything further. Not one word. John got Bethany situated in his truck. He'd made sure to have Bethany's car seat checked in as baggage, so she was safely tucked in. John gave her a Sippy cup and she was happy. He considered sitting in front, but decided to stay in back with Bethany.

The mile drive to the rental car area took half an hour. John wasn't happy. He didn't say anything, but the chance that he would be friends with Marcus, disappeared over that ride. Marcus missed a several turns (John suspected deliberately) and it was a full 30 minutes, before John arrived at the rental car counter. It was a distance that should have taken 5 minutes.

Marcus waited outside, while John and Bethany went in to get their SUV. The idea of following Marcus to Disney World was out of the question. On the spur of the moment, John also rented a GPS unit, and upgraded their rental car. The company offered a military discount, so he was able to get a nicer, larger SUV for the same price. The company brought his SUV around, and he transferred Bethany's car seat to his SUV, and got the luggage squared away.

"Why don't you follow me?" Marcus offered. It wasn't a question.

John nodded and climbed behind the wheel. He hooked up his GPS unit and entered the address of their hotel. It was a short drive and he smiled to himself.

Fuck you! Marcus.

Marcus was waiting impatiently for him and John finally nodded that he was ready. He motioned for Marcus to lead the way. John followed him initially, but when Marcus came to the first light, he made a right turn. John's GPS indicated that he should stay on the same road, almost all the way to the hotel, so he continued straight.

A wolfish smile crossed his face as he watched Marcus make his turn. John would have paid a small amount of money to see the expression on Marcus' face, when he realized John wasn't behind him anymore.

Fuckin' asshole, he thought.

Bethany was sipping her juice and looking out the window, when John checked on her. It was a straight shot to the hotel, so he increased his speed. It wasn't worth a speeding ticket, but he also wasn't going to waste any time. He was tired, he was hungry, and he wanted to relax at the hotel.

If DeShawn and Becca don't get to fuck right away, too bad, he thought angrily. What a shitty way to begin a vacation.

John parked at the hotel and helped Bethany out of her car seat. He didn't bother with the luggage. A second later, he picked up Bethany, and they walked to the front desk and got their room number. Becca had just checked in apparently, so John and his daughter headed to the room.

I wonder how long Marcus was supposed to keep us driving around in circles, John thought.

As he walked up to the room, he motioned for Bethany to be quiet. They crept silently up to the door. John put his ear to the door, but didn't hear anything. He wanted to avoid a situation where Bethany saw her mother with her legs spread wide open, getting fucked by DeShawn. Once he was sure, they weren't actually having sex, he knocked once loudly, and entered the room.

Becca was sitting on the patio outside, alone. Bethany ran over and hugged her mom tightly. John looked around their little suite, but didn't see DeShawn anywhere. He joined his daughter and wife on the patio and took a seat.

"Where's DeShawn?" He asked.

Becca smiled over at him. "He's in the restroom, I think."

A few minutes later, DeShawn joined them on the patio.

"Hey John." He said easily and then asked. "Need any help with the luggage?"

"Sure."

DeShawn nodded. "Let's go."

John and DeShawn walked out to his SUV. On the way, DeShawn checked his phone, and started chuckling.

"What's up?" John asked.

"Marcus. He just noticed that he lost you." DeShawn laughed openly. "I told him not to do it, but he didn't listen."

"What's that? Make me drive in circles to give you and Becca more time together?" John asked intently.

DeShawn met John's eyes. "Yep."

"Real nice friend." John replied. There was no humor, no sarcasm in John's voice. Anger laced every word and DeShawn picked up on his mood.

"I'm sorry John." He said quietly. "I told him to drive you straight here. Seriously."

John looked at DeShawn for several seconds, before shaking his head, and turning towards the SUV. It wasn't worth an argument on their first day. He opened the back of the SUV. The two guys grabbed the luggage and brought it up to the room. No further words were spoken between them. Once the luggage was in the room and setup, DeShawn looked at Becca and then John. The tension between DeShawn and John was palpable.

"Guys. I'm going to take off. I'll check in with you later, ok?"

Becca smiled and walked him to the door. "Ok. Thanks for everything DeShawn. See you tomorrow?"

DeShawn smiled. "Definitely. Just let me know when you guys are ready to see the park."

John walked out to the patio again. He happily left Becca and DeShawn in the suite to say good bye. Bethany was seated in front of the TV watching her favorite Disney movie. John heard the door shut to their suite a second later and he took a long, deep breath. They had a good view of this little lake, with swans and everything. Their building was also close to the main building, so food and drinks, were within walking distance. John started to relax, until Becca rejoined him several minutes later.

"What's wrong with you?" Becca asked. "Don't you think that was rude?"

John looked up at his wife for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nope." John smacked his lips a little when he answered. "I don't think that was rude at all, Becca." John took a breath and looked out at the lake/pond.

"Well, I do." Becca replied angrily.

"Let me ask you a question Becca." John replied. "How long does it take to drive one mile?"

Becca looked confused. "What?"

"Answer the question. How long does it take to drive a mile?"

"John, I don't know. Five minutes, maybe ten, depending upon traffic and traffic lights. What the fuck John? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It took Marcus 30 minutes to drive a mile." John replied calmly. "Why do you suppose it took him so long to drive a short distance?"

Becca looked at her husband. She shrugged her shoulders.

"When we finally got the rental counter and I got our SUV, Marcus asked me to follow him. Fuckin' asshole. I programmed the GPS unit I rented and started to follow him." He paused. "Wanna guess what Marcus did at the first traffic light?"

"He turned away from the hotel." Becca said softly.

"Yep." John replied. "Deshawn's best friend. He tried his best to make sure I was kept away from you and Deshawn. Didn't seem to bother him in the least that I had Bethany with me and we'd been traveling all day. All that matters apparently, is DeShawn getting as much time as possible, to sink his cock into you."

"John, I didn't know. I didn't realize--."

"Give it a rest, Becca." John interrupted harshly. "We just got here and already DeShawn and his friend are trying to separate us. They don't give a shit about Bethany or our marriage. He just wants to fuck you. I'm sure Marcus wants to fuck you too."

"John. Calm down." Becca replied. "I'm sure DeShawn didn't know about Marcus' behavior."

"Bullshit Becca! They're best friends and he didn't know? He told me they talked about it when we went to get the luggage." John stood up and faced Becca. "We're hear here to enjoy Disneyworld as a family Becca. I'm willing to have DeShawn join us and spend time with Bethany. I think it's a great idea. I'm just telling you, if he pulls another stunt like today, I will be seriously pissed off."

John didn't wait for a response from Becca. He walked inside and sat down next to Bethany and they watched Aladdin together. The movie was almost over when Becca finally joined them. She didn't look at John, but hugged Bethany tightly, and kissed her cheek.

Once the movie was over, John went out to get some pizza, soda and a six-pack of beer. They had a quiet dinner in their suite and planned their activities for the next day. Bethany wanted to find all her favorite Disney characters. If they had extra time, they planned to spend the rest of the day at one of the many waterparks. Once the pizza had a chance to hit Bethany's stomach, she was down for the count. It had been a long day for her and she slept soundly in her room.

John put her to bed and lay next to her for a while. She's so beautiful, John thought. It doesn't matter that she's not my biological daughter. She's my life now. I can't imagine my life without her.

John heard a noise at the door and carefully rolled over, so that he didn't wake Bethany. His mouth dropped open. Becca was standing in the doorway, wearing a baby-doll night and nothing else.

God, she's gorgeous.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



It was John's last coherent thought, as Becca walked towards him slowly and held out her hand. John took it and she pulled him into their bedroom.

"I love you John." She whispered in between kisses. "I'm sorry about today. I really am."

John tried to reply, but Becca covered his mouth with hers and pushed her tongue between his lips. She pressed her body against his and pushed him back onto the bed.

"Stop!" John rolled off the bed and stood up. He was breathing heavy, but still in control. "Becca, I'm still angry. I'm not in the mood, and giving me a pity fuck, isn't going to change how I feel about DeShawn and Marcus."

"John-."

"Save it Becca." John said shortly. "I'm going to the balcony and have a beer....or six. You're welcome to join me. What I'm not going to do, is let you manipulate me with your body."

John stalked out to the balcony and tried to enjoy his beer and the Florida evening. He was only marginally successful. Becca didn't join him.

* * *

It was late and Becca couldn't sleep. John was sleeping soundly and Becca was wide awake staring at the ceiling. She looked over at John for a moment, before she slid out of bed. She dressed quietly and walked out of the bedroom. It was only a few steps to the patio door. She opened it silently and stepped outside, taking a seat on their little balcony.

Becca was wearing a tank top and thong panties, but at 1 a.m. in the morning, she didn't think anyone would see her. As she enjoyed the warm Florida night, her mind drifted back over the day, and seeing DeShawn again. A dreamy smile crossed her face, as she thought about her gorgeous boyfriend. Becca's mind drifted back to earlier in the day.

* * *

Becca recognized DeShawn's voice immediately, even without seeing him, and her heart leapt in her chest. She turned and saw her one-time lover walking towards her. Becca's mouth grew dry, but her pussy grew moist, very moist.

God, he's gorgeous, she thought. His eyes. His smile. His body. His um.....package.

Her boyfriend gave her a big smile and Becca almost melted. She smiled back and resisted the urge to jump into his arms. Finally, Becca tore her eyes away from DeShawn, because there was a man with him.

A gorgeous, tall, lean black man.

Becca didn't recognize him, but she sure hoped she'd get a chance to talk with him. He was taller than DeShawn, darker skinned and leaner, almost a basketball player's build. His face was serious and it gave him a dangerous, almost menacing appearance.

Oh my, Becca thought for second. He's a tall drink of water.

DeShawn made the introductions and moved over next to Becca. She saw the tension between Marcus and John, but chalked it up to a testosterone thing.

Men, she thought.

It was hard for her not to stare at DeShawn, and she focused on staying calm, and relaxed. When DeShawn and Marcus explained the driving, luggage situation; Becca desperately hoped John would go with Marcus. Becca was sure John was about to object, but fortunately, her baby girl stepped in and made the decision for everyone.

That's my girl, she thought happily.

Everyone parted. Becca and DeShawn walked to his car, a new Mercedes, and he held the door open for her. She gave him a warm smile and slid into the smooth, supple, leather seats. It was a nice car and it fit DeShawn well. It was also a convertible and he put the top down, as he backed out of the parking space. Becca smiled over at him. She was impressed and happy.

Once they were off the airport and onto the main road, Becca slipped off her seatbelt and leaned over. She ran her hands over Deshawn's body, enjoying the firm, hard muscles covering his body. Her lips found his cheek and neck and she kissed him repeatedly. Becca moved down and unbuttoned DeShawn's shorts, pulling his cock free and plunging it into her mouth.

I missed him, she thought hotly. I missed his cock. I missed his taste and feel of his skin.

DeShawn groaned and placed his hand on the back of Becca's head. Becca's pussy was on fire. She knew her pussy had gone from simply moist, to completely wet and drenched, as she sucked her man's cock. She loved the feel of DeShawn's hand on her head, pushing her onto his cock, forcing it down her throat.

Dominant. God, I love dominant black men.

DeShawn's cock slid deeper into her throat and she cupped his balls lightly. She worked harder, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around his black, granite shaft. He tasted amazing and the salty flavor of pre-cum coated her mouth.

Cum for me baby, please.

DeShawn groaned again and Becca moved her head up and down rhythmically. DeShawn's cock was generously coated with her saliva and it slid in and out of her mouth easily.

"I'm cumming baby." Her beautiful black man breathed. His hand pressed hard on her head and his hips thrust upward gently.

Cum. Thick, salty, creamy and delicious cum filled her mouth and she swallowed quickly. She kept her lips around his cock, making sure none of his seed leaked. Her tongue circled the head of his amazing shaft and scraped the last bit of cum into her mouth. DeShawn's hand left her head and she felt him shudder as his cock became ultra-sensitive after his orgasm.

"Wow that was good." He breathed. "Fuck you can suck cock Becca."

Becca sat up and smiled at her lover. "I'm glad you liked it. I missed you DeShawn." Her voice was soft, serious and she stared at her lover, smiling happily. "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too Becca, more than you know." He said and glanced over. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." She replied and leaned over. She rested her head against his muscular shoulder.

They drove in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company and the Florida sun. It was nice, relaxing and she enjoyed the ride. When they arrived in the room, DeShawn suggested they get naked, but Becca knew John would be tired and want to come back and relax.

When John arrived at their room, the tension in the room was extremely uncomfortable. Becca sensed it immediately and so DeShawn. When John and DeShawn came back with the luggage, and John disappeared without saying goodbye, Becca knew he was upset.

"John's pissed." DeShawn whispered. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Give him a chance to cool down."

"No. DeShawn, I can't honey." Becca said quietly. She glanced behind her and saw John was on the balcony. She turned back to her boyfriend and slid her hands over DeShawn's muscular chest. She loved his muscular body, his beautiful mocha skin, and amazing smile. "I'd really like to DeShawn. How about tomorrow?"

"I'll hold you to that Becca." DeShawn replied and pulled Becca into a kiss. She was breathless when the separated and DeShawn whispered intently. "I want you Becca. I want more than a visit once or twice a year. I want to wake up and know you're mine."

"DeShawn-."

Her boyfriend put his finger to her lips and stopped her from responding.

"Just think about it Becca. Please."

She nodded and watched him leave. When she had her breathing under control she rejoined John. Their conversations were brief, tense and to the point. Dinner was mediocre pizza and soda. Bethany loved it, but Becca had a hard time concentrating, all through dinner. DeShawn's parting words kept echoing through her mind.

Finally, John put Bethany to bed. Becca smiled at her beautiful daughter, as she slept in John's arms. When John put her to bed in the other room, Becca changed into lingerie.

I'll fuck John and everything will be fine. Hopefully, it'll be the last time I have to fuck him this week. I'll fuck him, but it will be DeShawn I'm thinking about, I can't get him out of my mind.

Becca tried to seduce her husband. She tried and failed spectacularly.

When John pushed her away and refused to have sex, Becca was shocked and hurt. It was the first time in their marriage, John had ever pushed her away. His words stung Becca badly. John's words stung, because they were true, and Becca shame flowed through Becca. She had never tried to use her body to manipulate John before, because she never had reason to before. Tonight was different. Becca wanted to get fucked tonight, but she wanted DeShawn. John was a pale substitute. Unfortunately, her husband saw right through her and he sensed how she felt. Now Becca felt even worse.

John disappeared out to the balcony with his beer and Becca changed into her normal sleepwear. Tears filled her eyes, as she lay down in bed, alone. Becca wanted her husband and she wanted DeShawn. She wanted them both and now they weren't getting along. Marcus was a new addition and John clearly disliked him, but he was DeShawn's best friend, and he was gorgeous. She did manage to fall asleep and she wasn't awake when John came to bed.

* * *

Unfortunately, she was wide awake a few hours later. Becca sat out on the patio and tried to make sense of her situation.

I want DeShawn so badly.

I need to feel him inside me. Feel him take me.

Surrender. I want to surrender to DeShawn.

DeShawn can make me dress slutty and show me off. He can share me. Pass me around to his friends.

I'll even stop fucking John, if he demands it.

My pussy will be reserved just for him or whoever he decides gets to have me.

I want DeShawn to give me another baby!

Becca lurched into the restroom, dropped her panties and rubbed her pussy frantically. She was wet, soaking wet and her fingers plunged easily inside her pussy. Becca's mouth opened in a silent, powerful moan, as her orgasm burst within her. She sat down on the toilet, almost passing out in the process, and recovered slowly. Her attraction to DeShawn was too powerful, it was dangerous, and it made her abandon good judgment.

Becca needed to be more careful with DeShawn.

Yea right. I'm seeing him all week.

He wants me, not just for sex, but as.....what?

* * *

Morning came early in Florida and Bethany was the first one up. She came into John and Becca's room and slid onto the bed. Becca had managed to get a few hours' sleep, after she came in from the balcony, and masturbated in the bathroom.

John planned out the day, while Becca called DeShawn, and let him know their plans. They went to breakfast and Bethany got Mickey Mouse pancakes. John and Becca took lots of pictures and enjoyed breakfast as a family. The tension between them hadn't gone away, but they both silently agree that Bethany was the priority.

DeShawn arrived just after breakfast. Alone. Becca hugged him warmly and John nodded at him. He managed to have is hands full, when DeShawn arrived, so he didn't have to shake hands. Becca didn't notice, but DeShawn sure as hell did. It was a guy thing. John decided to let situation with Marcus go, for the time being, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten about yesterday. Bethany was his priority and she was excited to visit the park.

The day flew by. John and Becca were surprised, because Disney World is absolutely huge. Magic Kingdom was first and they stayed there most of the day. Bethany loved the Cinderella Castle and she stared at it for almost a half an hour with a wide smile on her face. All of them munched on park food, went to shows, and enjoyed themselves.

John and Bethany held hands through the entire park. All day, Bethany walked with John, and pointed things out to him, laughing and giggling. It was an amazing experience for John, as her father. At one point however, he looked back and noticed that DeShawn and Becca were holding hands. Once he saw them the first time, he noticed it for the rest of the day. They were careful to walk behind John and Bethany throughout most of the day, but they always seemed to be holding hands.

It bothered John, but they were discreet, and Bethany didn't notice. It also excited John on and that bothered him more. It felt wrong now, dangerous somehow. It was like he was watching DeShawn slowly steal his wife. Despite his uneasy feeling though, he couldn't shake the fact that Becca being with DeShawn was an enormous turn-on for him. It was exciting, even if they were just walking together and holding hands. John couldn't explain it and he couldn't control it.

The entire group made it back to their suite, in late afternoon. They'd been out in the sun most of the day and it looked like everyone was a little tired. They ordered pizza (again) and ate in the room. Bethany had been going at full-speed since she woke up that morning, so it was no surprise that she was unconscious after the second slice of pizza. John put her to bed and came back out to the living room.

Becca was sitting astride Deshawn on the couch. Their lips were locked together and DeShawn was massaging her breasts. John became immediately erect. He walked quietly over to kitchen area, sat down and watched his wife get ready to fuck DeShawn. Watching his wife and DeShawn still felt wrong, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of lust that surged through him. John stroked his cock through his shorts, as he watched.

DeShawn wasted no time. He saw John enter the room out of the corner of his eye, but he paid him no attention. Sit there cuck. Watch me fuck your wife. I'm going to take your wife from you, and you're going jack off, while I do it.

DeShawn's hands found Becca's tank top and he slipped it over her head. She unclipped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders.

"Yea." DeShawn said slowly. "I missed these. God, you have nice tits Becca."

Becca smiled at her lover. She cupped one breast and pulled Deshawn's head forward, until he took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly and let her head fall back, as pleasure rippled through her. DeShawn continued to suck on her tits for several minutes. Becca finally had enough. She stood up and hurriedly dropped her clothes. She moved forward and helped DeShawn get naked as well. Becca stared to take his cock into her mouth, but DeShawn stopped her.

"No. Not tonight. You've already sucked my cock." He said roughly. He pulled Becca to a standing position, then spun her around. He pushed her roughly and bent her over. "I'm giving you cock tonight.

DeShawn kicked her legs apart and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He moved the head of his cock up and down, Becca's pussy, getting the head of his cock nice and wet.

"You ready for some cock Becca?" He asked.

Becca murmured softly. DeShawn reached forward, gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. "What? Say it. Say it so your husband can hear you!"

"Yes. Please. I want your cock! DeShawn, please fuck me."

"That's a good girl."

DeShawn glanced back at John. As he smiled at John and made sure he was watching, DeShawn thrust hard into Becca. He wanted to see John's face as he slid his cock into his wife. John's expression was priceless and DeShawn grew harder as he saw the powerlessness wash over John's face. Of course, it was followed by raw lust and John continued to stroke his cock.

My fuckin' pussy now. Stroke your little thing and be quiet.

DeShawn turned back to his white conquest. He gripped her hips and thrust deep and slow into Becca. The moans the emanated from Becca were full of lust, desire and hunger. They were loud. John worried she would wake Bethany. DeShawn clearly thought the same thing, because he looked back at John.

"Get over here." He ordered.

John didn't like his tone or his behavior, but he didn't have a choice. Lust controlled him now and he walked over and stood next to Becca and DeShawn. John had an up-close and personal look at DeShawn's huge cock sliding in and out of his wife. It was shiny, black and coated with Becca' juices.

"Pick up Becca's panties."

John bent down and retrieved Becca's moist panties from the floor. He looked over at DeShawn and the athletic black man smiled at him.

"Stuff them in Becca's mouth. The bitch is too fuckin' loud! It's been too long since she had a real cock. Damn John, do you even fuck this pussy? Becca's pussy is really tight little man."

DeShawn gripped Becca's hair again and jerked her head up. "Go on. Stuff them in her mouth."

John looked at his wife and hesitated, he didn't want to hurt her or take advantage of the situation. Her eyes were unfocused, bursting with raw lust. DeShawn thrust hard into Becca, her eyes bulged and she opened her mouth as a loud moan started in her throat.

"Now!" DeShawn commanded.

John stuffed Becca's panties in her mouth, cutting off her moan. She closed her mouth around the panties and her moans quieted, muffled by the satin fabric. John looked again at Becca. It was obvious. Clearly written on her face.

Becca was loving this treatment from DeShawn.

An orgasm rippled through Becca a few seconds later. Despite the panties in her mouth, her moans were still loud. She grasped the couch to keep her balance, as waves of pleasure crashed within her body.

DeShawn increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding her, lifting her up on the balls of her feet with each thrust. His breathing became labored. A groan escaped him a few minutes later and he pushed hard inside Becca and held his cock inside her.

"Fuck yea. Take it bitch. All of it. Another baby, coming right the fuck up."

John watched as DeShawn's balls flexed and he knew DeShawn's cum was jetting inside John's wife. Becca pushed back against DeShawn. Finally, DeShawn pulled out and his cum leaked slowly from Becca' pussy. She pulled the panties out of her mouth and took a deep breath. Her eyes met DeShawn's and she smiled at him.

"God, I missed you baby." She said breathlessly. "You fuck me so good."

John's mouth dropped open. Becca's eyes left DeShawn and she saw her husband, standing in the kitchen watching her. She realized what she'd just said and her face blushed a deep crimson. DeShawn saw her expression and turned to John.

"Get us a towel." His voice was irritated and he motioned John to the bathroom.

John stepped into the bathroom for a towel. When he came out, he heard DeShawn's voice. "Get dressed. You're sleeping at my place tonight."

"What?" John said.

"It's ok John." Becca said quickly. She walked over and took the towel from him. Becca placed it between her legs. "I'm going to spend the night with DeShawn tonight, but I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Bethany won't even know I'm gone."

"How about me?" John asked. "I think I'll notice that you're gone."

"John." Becca said plaintively. "Please baby. We talked about this, before we left. I'm going to spend some time with DeShawn."

Disappointment flooded through John. "Fine. Go." He said shortly.

John walked into their bedroom and left DeShawn and Becca out in the living room. He heard them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Several minutes later, Becca came into the bedroom. She changed into some new clothes.

"I'm just getting some toiletries." She said and quickly put a small, overnight bag together. John noticed Becca packed mostly lingerie and lacy panties. A tiny swimming suit, also made it into her overnight bag. "I'll be back tomorrow morning John. I promise."

John didn't respond. Becca looked at him for a moment, before leaving the room. The door to the suite closed a few seconds later and Becca was gone. John glanced at the clock. It was barely 7pm. He wouldn't see his wife for at least 12 hours.

John walked out to the empty living room. The towel Becca used to clean up, was still lying on the floor. Her clothes were strewn across the living room as well.

She doesn't care about anything other than DeShawn's cock.

John picked everything up and put it where it belonged. He'd been overwhelmed when DeShawn fucked Becca. He'd also been given instructions, so John hadn't been able to masturbate. He did now.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



The images of DeShawn and Becca fucking were hot, vivid and he replayed them in his mind. Becca's moans filled his head. DeShawn's huge cock plunged inside his wife, as the videos played furiously in his mind. John jerked his cock hard, fast and he was rewarded with the sweet pleasure of an orgasm. His cum spurted into the toilet, plopping into the water pathetically.

John cleaned up and tried to come to terms with his feelings. Watching Becca and DeShawn was an emotional high for him. His lust, his anticipation, and his desires all reached a fever pitch. The crest of the wave. Unfortunately, after he had his orgasm, everything crashed down. He experienced an emotional low that was hard to manage. Disgust, revulsion and embarrassment all fought within him.

I'm barely a man, he thought. I can't get my wife pregnant. I don't satisfy her like DeShawn. Why does she even stay with me? She probably won't, after a week of getting fucked by DeShawn.

The couch was comfortable. John had that much going for him. He slouched on the couch and tried to find HBO on the TV. Game of Thrones was on, so he had something to take his mind off his situation. HBO was showing several episodes, back to back, and after the first episode he went into check on Bethany.

John never tired of looking at his daughter. He may not have donated the sperm, but she was his daughter. He fed her, clothed her, played with her and enjoyed every free second he had with his daughter.

Becca had never gone back on the birth control pill. There was little chance John would get her pregnant, with his low sperm count. They'd discussed having more children and they both wanted them badly. It looked like DeShawn was going to provide the sperm for another child. John shook his head and focused on his daughter.

I'm man enough to be her father. John thought. That's enough.

His phone buzzed. John rushed into the next room and scooped it up. It was a text.

I'm at DeShawn's apartment. I'm fine. I love you.

John didn't respond to the text. He didn't know what to say. Besides, I'll see her in the morning.

His phone buzzed again. It was from DeShawn and it contained a picture.

My boys are coming over to watch the game tonight.

Becca's going to play hostess.

Here's what she's wearing for me and my boys.

The picture was of Becca. It was obviously just taken, because Becca was wearing her brand new thong bikini. Becca hadn't had a chance to wear it for John, but obviously, she didn't buy it for John. The top and bottoms were basically strings, with tiny triangles of material. Becca looked amazing, sexy and unbelievably desirable. She was going to spend the night in the company of lots of black men, wearing a floss bikini.

Sleep tight Johnny boy!

John threw his cell phone down. Fortunately it hit the couch first, so it didn't shatter into a million pieces. Anger rushed through him and raw lust followed it closely. John had been at his emotional low, after his orgasm, and Becca and DeShawn's texts drove him lower, but also added anger to the mix. Confusion, hurt, anger, all twisted together inside John. DeShawn's behavior was out of character for him. At least, it was out of character for the DeShawn, John used to know.

Becca? What the fuck was up with her? It's like she's submissive all of a sudden?

He walked out to their little balcony and tried to make sense of his feelings.

I'm angry at Becca.

I'm furious at DeShawn.

I'm hard as a rock and turned on beyond belief.

Fuck! This isn't good. There's nothing about this that's healthy.

Becca's going to leave me and I'm going to be rock hard when she does!!

What the fuck?



Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



"Then what?" Jim asked.

Ron shrugged and said, "Then he kissed me. It was weird but I didn't really stop him. We kissed for a while and he felt my cock through my pants, but then I got freaked out and left."

Ron paused and then asked, "How about you?"

"Never," Jim answered. "Honestly, it's not something I've ever even thought about before. Hell, I don't even know how it really ended up happening last night."

"Me neither," Ron replied. He then quietly added, "But I'm glad it did."

"Me too," Jim said, "but, I, I guess I'm just worried that this might fuck up our friendship."

"Yeah, I thought about that too," Ron answered, "but today has been totally normal, right?"

"Yeah," Jim answered, "so are we going to keep on, well, you know, being with each other?"

Ron shrugged and said, "I hope so. Is that OK with you?"

Jim nodded and then set down his video game controller. He took Ron's controller out of his hand and moved onto Ron's lap with his legs straddling Ron's. Jim lowered himself down until he was sitting on Ron's lap facing his friend. Jim brought his mouth down to Ron's and they met in a long kiss. Their kiss continued as they removed their clothes until Jim again took his place on Ron's lap with them both now naked.

As they kissed Jim realized that he could now feel Ron's semi-hard cock rubbing against his own. The feeling of his cock rubbing against his friend's was kinky and wild. He crawled off Ron's lap and asked, "Can we try something?"

"Why stop now?" Ron said with a laugh. 

It took a little work but soon they were both half lying, half sitting on the couch facing each other. Their legs were intertwined and they were close together so their cocks were right next to each other. Jim reached down and wrapped his fingers around both his cock and Ron's cock. He held the two cocks so their undersides were pressed together and then started to slowly stroke and caress them. After a while Ron also brought his hand down and both Jim and Ron caressed, stroked, and played with their cocks and balls simultaneously.

They lingered in this position for a long while. Jim wasn't particularly in a hurry to cum or to make Ron cum and it seemed Ron was in the same type of space. Instead Jim just explored the sensation of having another cock rubbing against his own as he touched and played with Ron's cock. 

Finally Jim's curiosity got the better of him and he changed position. Ron scooted back so he was leaning against the arm of the couch and still sitting sideways with his legs on the couch. Jim turned around and lay down over one of Ron's legs. Ron dropped one leg onto the floor as Jim brought his hand up to just under Ron's belly button. Jim started to slowly caress and touch Ron's skin all around the black mat of his pubic hair. He caressed Ron's stomach and legs while all the while watching Ron's rock hard cock standing tall and straight only a few inches from his face. Jim could see Ron's pre cum already seeping out even before he started running his fingers through Ron's curly pubic hair.

Before Jim touched Ron's cock he dropped his hands to Ron's balls and spent a long time playing with and exploring them. It still felt weird to be holding another man's balls in this hand, but it also felt exciting and kinky. As he played with Ron's balls Ron moaned and wriggled his hips slightly. This made his cock sway back and forth and as Jim watched it sway he stared at the large amount of pre cum on the tip of Ron's cock. As he watched, some of the pre cum slipped down the underside of Ron's cock leaving a shiny trail behind it.

Seeing Ron's pre cum sliding down his cock like this drew Jim's hand away from his balls. He brought his finger to the drop of pre cum. He collected the drop with his finger and the rubbed the slippery pre cum into Ron's shaft as Ron gasped and moaned.

Jim lightly brought his fingertip to the end of Ron's cock, again collected all the pre cum that had built up there, and then massaged Ron's pre cum into his cock. Seeing the way Ron's cock now looked with a light coating of his own pre cum, feeling the way his shaft felt so hard and slippery in his hand, and hearing the intense way Ron reacted combined to drive Jim wild with lust.

Slowly he wrapped his fingers around Ron's shaft and started to stroke him. Occasionally Jim leaned his head down and lightly kissed or licked at Ron's cock, but mostly he just closely watched the way Ron's cock looked and how his own fingers looked as he stroked his friend closer and closer to orgasm. Jim was focused on watching and exploring Ron's cock and so he wasn't immediately intent on making Ron cum. For many long minutes Ron continued to groan and rock his hips beneath Jim. Jim knew his friend was eager to cum and that it would take very little to trigger his orgasm. Jim toyed with Ron's cock for a short while longer before he finally changed the tempo of his stroking just slightly. 

Ron immediately burst into a long moan and a few seconds later he started cumming. Jim stared at the way his cum shot out of his cock and savored the feeling of his cum surging through his shaft just moments before shooting out. The first few jets of Ron's cum landed mostly on his own stomach, but before he finished cumming both Jim's hand and Ron's cock were coated in a healthy layer of cum.

Jim continued watching and caressing Ron's cock as it slowly grew soft and started to shrink in his hand. When he finally released Ron's cock and sat up all Ron could do was gasp, "Holy fuck, man."

They laughed together for a moment and then Ron sat up. They swapped positions and now it was Jim's turn to lean back against the arm of the couch as Ron settled down near his cock. For whatever reason Ron didn't prolong the experience as Jim had by exploring the area around Jim's cock or his balls. Instead, Ron brought his hand directly to Jim's cock and began fondling and caressing it.

Despite this quick start Ron clearly wasn't in any hurry to make Jim cum. Jim completely lost track of how long Ron teased and played with him but he was sure that nobody, probably including himself, had ever lingered at his cock for so long just using their hands. Jim didn't mind, however, as the feeling was amazing. Ron's hand felt incredible as it easily and smoothly stroked and played with his cock. Ron seemed to know exactly the pressure points and how and when to touch him to drive him wild but keep him in control. Finally, Ron began stroking him firmer and Jim wasn't able to resist for more than a few moments. He groaned loudly and started cumming all over himself just as Ron had done a while earlier.

Ron released his cock after he finished cumming and sat up with a smile. All Jim could say was, "Dude, that was fucking awesome." Ron retrieved the same towel they had used the previous night to clean themselves up and wiped the remaining cum off himself before handing the towel to Jim so he could clean up.

After Jim cleaned up his cum with the towel, Ron suggested they finish their game of video football. They both pulled on only their boxers before they picked up the game controllers and resumed their paused game. They played a couple more games before they tired of playing and shut off the game.

Jim was already feeling pretty worn out and spent from all the events of the past couple of days, but he was also still feeling horny and anxious to experiment more with Ron. Ron seemed to be feeling the same as he looked over at Jim a few moments after shutting off the TV and asked, "Want to go upstairs?"

They went up to Ron's room and sat together on the bed. They met in a kiss that continued for a long while. Eventually they lay down together with Jim on his back and Ron lying on top of him. Jim wrapped his arms around Ron and they traded deep kisses for a long time. Jim's hands roamed over Ron's back and down to his ass as he fondled his friend through his boxers.

Jim could feel Ron's cock growing hard and hoped Ron could feel his own semi hard cock. After a while longer Ron changed his position and moved down slightly. Jim's mind raced as he wondered what Ron might be going to do next. He let out a long moan when Ron leaned down and started kissing Jim's chest. Ron kissed his way over to one of Jim's nipples and licked and sucked on it before again moving lower.

He first kissed his way to the center of Jim's chest and then slowly moved straight down Jim's stomach with a trail of kisses. Jim groaned when Ron's mouth moved past his belly button and reached the top edge of his boxers. Ron grasped the elastic band of his boxers as Jim raised his hips off the bed. Ron eased his boxers past his now rock hard cock and then took them all the way off. 

As Ron moved back toward Jim's cock he pushed Jim's legs apart and crawled between them until his face was very near Jim's cock. Jim couldn't wait to feel Ron's mouth on his cock again and moaned softly in anticipation. For a moment it looked like Ron was about to devour his cock again but then he diverted his mouth and moved it to Jim's balls. He licked and played with Jim's balls for a while before moving his mouth to Jim's cock.

He licked Jim's cock, this time with more confidence and urgency, and wrapped his lips around Jim's cock and took several inches into his mouth. Jim groaned in anticipation of Ron continuing to suck him but was surprised when Ron let his cock pop out of his mouth.

Instead of returning to Jim's cock Ron shifted his position, placed his hands behind Jim's knees, and lifted Jim's legs until they were high off the bed. Jim wasn't sure what Ron was planning or what was happening even as he felt Ron shifting his position. 

The next thing he felt both surprised him and made him groan. Ron did bring his mouth back to Jim's body, but instead of bringing it to his cock Ron was now licking the area around Jim's asshole. Jim couldn't believe what was happening. The very idea of licking someone's asshole seemed both little gross but at the same time very kinky. Jim's reaction was to reach down and hook his own hands behind his knees so Ron didn't have to hold up his legs. Ron continued rimming his asshole for a while longer as Jim tried to comprehend what was happening and why it felt so good.

Ron moved away from him for a moment and Jim watched Ron reach into the drawer of his bedside table. Ron pulled out a tube and moved back between Jim's legs. He squeezed some of the gel from the tube onto his index finger and the next thing Jim knew he felt a new sensation at his asshole. He quickly realized that Ron's finger was now gliding back and forth over his asshole. Ron smeared the gel heavily over Jim's asshole and then squeezed more onto his finger before bringing it back to Jim's asshole.

Jim groaned when the feeling on his asshole changed. Instead of just rubbing back and forth across his asshole Ron's finger was now positioned at the entrance to Jim's ass and he was applying steady, firm pressure. Jim inhaled sharply as the pressure grew a little stronger.

"Is this OK?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Jim moaned.

"Just relax," Ron replied. Jim closed his eyes and tried to relax his asshole as much as he could in this unbelievable situation. The pressure on him grew even stronger before suddenly the tip of Ron's finger slipped past the tight outer ring of Jim's asshole.

Jim groaned and gripped the sheets from this unknown and uncertain feeling. Ron paused for a while before continuing to slowly drive his finger deeper into Jim's ass. Jim had no idea how much of Ron's finger was inside him as he tried to adjust to this new sensation. He still wasn't sure if he liked this feeling as Ron worked his finger in deeper. However, when Ron slowly pulled his finger back out Jim felt a wild chill move up his spine and his cock jumped. For whatever reason, there was something about the feeling of Ron's finger sliding slowly back out of his asshole that greatly affected him.

Ron spent the next few minutes fucking Jim's ass with his finger. Eventually he leaned down and again took Jim's cock in his mouth as he continued finger fucking his asshole. "Oh fuck!" Jim cried out as Ron started sucking him. Jim thought he might loose control and cum right away, but he was able to resist that urge to continue this wild fuck a little longer.

Ron continued this teasing for a while longer. Jim was so absorbed in the moment that he didn't know if 2 or 20 minutes had passed, but then Ron suddenly pulled his finger out of Jim's asshole and released his cock from his mouth.

"Hold on," Ron said as he jumped off the bed and left the bedroom. Jim tried to figure out what the hell Ron was doing. He heard some shuffling around and then heard footsteps coming back toward the bedroom. The first thing Ron did when he stepped back in the room was pull off his boxers. Jim's gaze was drawn to Ron's hard cock and as Ron quickly moved back to bed Jim realized that he still hadn't seen what Ron had left the room to get.

Jim pulled his legs back up and hooked his hands behind his knees as Ron picked up the tube of lube. It was then that Jim saw Ron squeeze a bunch of the gel onto a dildo. Jim had never actually seen a dildo in person before. He had seen plenty of them in porno movies as invariably two horny women used a dildo to fuck each other silly, but he had never seen one. The dildo looked like a real cock and was a little smaller then Jim's cock. 

Ron smeared the gel over the dildo and brought the tip of the dildo to Jim's ass. Just as he had felt before with Ron's finger there was again a pressure on his asshole. This time, however, it was the dildo that stretched his asshole to a never before felt width as Jim moaned in wild disbelief.

The pressure briefly became pain as his asshole struggled to adjust to the size of the dildo. Jim was so focused on the feeling of his asshole stretching to the width of this dildo that by the time he realized the dildo had slipped inside his ass it was already a couple of inches inside him.

Ron paused with the dildo partway inside Jim's asshole. Jim felt his ass slowly getting used to the width of the new invader. Jim's eyes had been closed this whole time but they suddenly shot open when he felt Ron's mouth again wrapping itself around his rock hard cock.

Ron started sucking and licking his cock excitedly as he pushed the dildo further up Jim's ass. Jim groaned wildly from both sensations and briefly looked down to see Ron's mouth engulfing his cock. Jim soon closed his eyes. The sensations were too overwhelming and he just wanted to let these new feelings wash over him. The intensity of the sensations struggled for his attention as Ron's hot blowjob continued along with the unbelievable new feeling of his asshole being filled with this fake cock.

The dildo reached deeper and stretched his asshole wider than Ron's finger had and the sensation of that alone sent chills up Jim's spine. It made him feel very nasty and kinky to be fucked like this. He was used to being the one doing the fucking and now here he was flat on his back getting reamed up the ass.

Ron's intense blowjob only added to Jim's experience. How he was able to resist cumming already was beyond Jim. Ron's blowjob started with a frantic intensity and only got wilder and more energetic as it continued.

It was only a short while later when Jim felt his orgasm approaching. He managed only a grunt to warn Ron of his impending load of cum before a whole new range of sensations overwhelmed him. As his orgasm started his asshole tightened and amplified the sensation of the dildo inside him. Every feeling and sensation was heightened by his ass being so full. Similarly, the sensation in his asshole only felt better and better as his orgasm started. Jim couldn't believe how good this felt and how it actually felt great to have the fake cock up his asshole as his first jet of cum erupted.

Whether he intended to or not Ron's mouth was still wrapped around Jim's cock and he took the first of Jim's cum directly into his mouth. Ron quickly pulled his mouth back and replaced it with his hand as he easily stroked Jim's cock in a perfect tempo. However, he didn't really move his mouth far. Jim lifted his head and stared down to see that Ron still had his mouth open as he stroked him.

Most of the rest of Jim's cum didn't land in Ron's mouth, but a few drops did join his initial jet in Ron's mouth. However, even seeing those few drops land in Ron's mouth and on his lips was such a wild visual that Jim felt his orgasm reach a new peak as he groaned wildly.

His orgasm finally played itself out as Jim continued staring at Ron to see what he would do with the cum in his mouth. Ron's hand slowly stroked and played with Jim's cock as Ron cautiously closed his mouth. He hesitated for a few seconds before he tentatively swallowed. The realization that Ron was tasting cum for the first time, and that it was his cum, made Jim wildly excited. He felt his stomach knot with disbelieving excitement.

After Ron swallowed his cum he looked up at Jim and they briefly made eye contact. Jim smiled slightly but Ron didn't return his smile as his face was a mask of pure lust and desire. For a few moments neither moved or said anything. Ron finally broke the silence by softly saying, "I want to fuck you."

The words were so unbelievable and shocking that Jim could hardly make sense of them. Jim could only stare as Ron picked up the tube of lube and squeezed a heavy load of it onto his rock hard cock. Jim's mind was still trying to make sense of what was happening as his eyes locked onto Ron's cock. It already glistened under the layer of lube and it looked so amazingly raw and sexual that Jim couldn't pull his eyes away.

It was only when Ron's hand again grasped the dildo that Jim even realized the dildo was still shoved deep in his ass. Ron pulled the dildo out and dropped it to the floor. Ron hesitated for a moment and looked up at Jim. "Is this OK?" Ron asked. 

Jim realized that he hadn't yet outwardly reacted to Ron's comment. Jim wasn't in any state of mind to think about if this was what he wanted. His lust and curiosity was completely in control and, after watching Ron smear the lube onto his hard cock, Jim knew he couldn't resist this opportunity. 

He moaned, "Yes," and Ron quickly moved between Jim's spread legs. The feeling of his friend moving into position made Jim tingle with anticipation. For a moment as Ron settled into a comfortable position, Ron's hard, slippery cock rubbed over Jim's wet, softening cock. This brief touch sent wild jolts of excitement through Jim.

Jim pulled his legs up a bit higher as Ron positioned his cock at the entrance to Jim's asshole. For a few moments Jim moaned wildly at the sensation of Ron's cock against his asshole. Ron continued to try and find a comfortable position but wasn't successful. Jim tried to shift his hips and even tried shoving a pillow under his ass to create a position that was comfortable but nothing worked.

Finally Ron said, "Roll over." Suddenly Jim knew exactly what Ron was thinking and he eagerly rolled over onto his elbows and knees. His mind raced and his stomach tightened with excitement in anticipation of what was about to happen. Were they really going to do this? Was he about to get fucked doggie style up his ass by his best friend?

Fucking doggie style was one of Jim's favorite positions. He loved to finish his fucks in this position. He loved being able to grasp his lover's hips and control the fuck. Usually these fucks resulted in Jim pounding his cock into his female partner until he filled her pussy with a huge load of cum.

The realization that he was very likely about to play the role of the female in this scenario sent a nervous chill through him. He felt Ron move into position behind him. The feeling of Ron's hard cock brushing against his ass sent chills through Jim.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 02



Soon, Ron was in position and Jim felt the sensation of the tip of Ron's cock against his asshole. This time, however, his cock didn't just rest there. Ron started pushing his cock forward and Jim groaned at the sensation of pressure against his asshole. After being stretched already by the dildo the head of Ron's cock slipped rather easily inside the tight outer ring of Jim's ass.

It was then that Jim realized that Ron's cock was going to be even larger than the dildo. The discomfort he felt as his ass stretched again to accept the new invader was muted by the excitement of what was happening. Ron paused for a few moments as Jim's ass slowly adjusted to the size of his cock and then he pushed forward again. He repeated this sequence of pushing slowly forward and then pausing for Jim to adjust until his cock was completely buried inside Jim's ass.

As Ron paused with his cock all the way inside him, Jim gasped and moaned wildly. It felt like his ass was about to rip in half. He had never felt so full. The pressure was intense and wildly exciting in a way he would never have imagined possible. Ron's cock felt so much bigger than the dildo, bigger even than he expected. It felt like the tip of Ron's cock was deeper inside him than he would have imagined possible.

Ron gripped Jim's hips and slowly began to pull his cock out until it felt like just the tip was left inside. As wild and exciting as it had felt before to have the dildo or Ron's fingers sliding out of his asshole it was nothing compared to how it now felt with Ron's cock. Jim shuttered and moaned as Ron slowly pulled out and then pushed back inside until he was once again all the way inside Jim.

Ron continued like this as Jim's mind reeled with the idea that he was getting fucked. Eventually Jim's ass relaxed as it got used to being so stretched like this and Ron was able to fuck him a little faster and easier.

For a long while Jim was so engrossed in the moment and his own feelings that he didn't pay any attention to Ron. When Jim finally became aware of Ron again as more than just the cock inside him he realized that Ron was grunting and moaning loudly. Ron's hands gripped his hips tightly and he realized that Ron was now fucking him at a rather fast tempo. Soon Jim began rocking from the power of Ron's wild thrusts and the bed shook beneath them.

"Oh, fuck," Ron moaned as he continued to pound Jim's ass.

Jim couldn't see Ron but from the fuck and from his moans it was clear that Ron was loving every moment of this. Suddenly, Ron groaned loudly and drove his cock all the way inside Jim's ass as his hands pulled back roughly on Jim's hips. Jim became aware of a strange new sensation in his ass and realized, with equal part surprise and excitement, that Ron was cumming in his ass.

Jim wasn't sure what he expected Ron to do when he came, but somehow the idea that Ron would fill his ass with cum never really occurred to him. The sensation of Ron's cum shooting inside and slowly filling his ass was wildly exciting and sent chills down Jim's spine.

Eventually Ron resumed thrusting as he coaxed out the last of his cum. Finally, Ron leaned back and let his cock slide out of Jim's ass. After having his cock inside for so long it suddenly felt strange to not have it inside as Jim's ass slowly went back to its normal size. Jim remained on his knees and elbows for a few moments before rolling over onto his side. As he rolled he was very aware of the moist, sticky feeling between his ass cheeks. He knew that some of that was from the lube but he also knew that some of it was from Ron's cum that had leaked out of his asshole.

Neither of them said anything as they both basked in the amazing realization of what they had just done and how good it felt. Before long Jim heard Ron's breathing change and he knew his friend had fallen asleep. Jim pulled the covers up over them and before long he too had fallen into a deep sleep.

When he awoke the next morning Jim's asshole was sore. He was aware of it whenever he moved but the feelings only served as a happy reminder of what had happened the night before. When he first woke up he was alone in Ron's bed. He heard the water in the shower running and briefly thought about joining Ron to repeat what they had done yesterday in the shower.

However, he was so comfortable in bed that it took him a while to decide to get up. Before he could actually get up he heard the water in the shower stop and Ron returned to the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

They exchanged good mornings and Ron commented that they should probably get up and get the place cleaned up before his parents came home. "I'm not sure when they're coming back," Ron said, "and I don't even want to think about what they would do if they found us here like this." He and Jim laughed and Jim got out of bed and took his turn in the shower.

It turned out that Ron's parents didn't return until several hours later, and that time gave Jim and Ron a chance to hang out before Jim left. He had to get back to campus that afternoon and get ready for classes the next day. They talked and had something to eat before they agreed they were both looking forward to coming home for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. Jim had always looked forward to Thanksgiving anyway and now he knew he had a whole new reason to eagerly await his next visit home.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



A funny thing happened to Jim when he returned to campus for the few weeks between Halloween and the Thanksgiving break. At first when he returned he felt very horny and a little sexy at having such a wild secret. Knowing what he and Ron had done and how it made him feel made Jim feel like he could conquer anything. He had done something so wild and crazy that it was beyond even his wildest fantasies. The whole thing left him with a huge boost of confidence and self-assuredness. Hell, if he was willing to do that and have it turn out so amazing he felt like there was nothing he couldn't do.

What surprised Jim was how it seemed others picked up on his new confidence. Suddenly, at parties he was able to approach women who might have intimidated him before. In that short time he even managed to get laid twice. The first was a total one night stand with a hot sorority girl in her room after they both got drunk at a frat party. The next morning he could barely remember her name or much about her beside her knockout looks and how they had fucked each other silly.

The other woman he fucked was someone he knew from his classes and had admired from afar for a while. He had never been able to actually figure out a way to talk with her before, but he finally did it and they had gone out a couple of times. Happily, and very surprisingly, Jim discovered that she was really horny and ready to fuck after their second date. He had assumed she was more conservative based on how she acted and dressed in class, but she was anything but conservative back at his place as she sucked his cock and fucked him.

Through this whole time Jim still thought often about what he and Ron had done. He and Ron talked a lot on the phone and traded e-mails but neither ever directly referenced what they had done. Jim couldn't get the wild memories out of his mind and he regularly got hard thinking about sucking Ron's cock or having Ron fuck his ass. One thing that Jim regularly thought about was how it might feel to switch places with Ron and take a turn fucking his ass. 

Jim had seen photos and porno movies where men fucked women up the ass, but it wasn't something he had ever tried. The whole thing made him curious and he spent a while on the internet reading about anal sex. The more he read the more curious and excited he became. As the last days passed before he went home for Thanksgiving break he knew what he wanted. He couldn't wait to fuck his friend Ron. The very idea of it made Jim's cock grow and his stomach tingle in anticipation.

Unfortunately, Jim and Ron weren't able to get together before Thanksgiving. They both traveled home the day before Thanksgiving, but with various family activities and travel plans they couldn't figure out a way to get together.

Thanksgiving Day itself was busy with family activities. It seemed every living relative of his descended on his house for Thanksgiving. The last of the guests didn't leave until very late and Jim knew that he'd have to wait at least one more day to see Ron.

He finally made contact with Ron on Friday morning, but he was disappointed to learn that Ron and his family were going to visit some of their relatives. Ron said he expected to be back a little after dinner and would give Jim a call.

Jim spent the day restlessly waiting for what might happen later. Finally, Ron called and not long afterward Jim drove over to Ron's place.

Ron's mom greeted Jim when he knocked on the door. Jim chatted with her for a while but was a little disappointed to find her and Ron's dad still at home. He had no reason to expect them to be gone but he hadn't really considered what would happen if they were home.

Ron came up from the basement a few moments later and he and Jim chatted with Ron's parents for a while. Ron's parents asked Jim all about his school and how his family was doing. Finally, Jim and Ron went downstairs to play some pool while his parents stayed upstairs reading.

As they shot pool they chatted and caught up on what had been going on with each other recently. Jim was again very happy with how normal and relaxed this felt. On some level it seemed like nothing had changed between them. They played pool, trash talked with each other, and joked just like always. And yet things weren't just like always. On another level Jim felt excited and nervous. He wondered if Ron was curious to continue what they had done or if Ron maybe viewed what had happened as a one time thing. Jim was really curious and eager to continue and he hoped Ron felt the same.

Eventually Ron's parents called down that they were going upstairs to bed. They exchanged good nights and Ron and Jim heard them walk up the stairs to their bedroom. They played pool a while longer before finally Jim couldn't wait any longer to find out how Ron felt.

"So, um, I've been thinking a lot about Halloween," Jim started not really sure of what to say.

"Yeah, me too," Ron said.

For a while neither said anything else and then Ron added, "It's crazy. I can't believe we did that, but it's like I can't get it out of my head."

"Me too," Jim replied.

"Are you sorry it happened?" Ron asked.

Here was the moment Jim had been waiting for. He still wasn't sure exactly how Ron felt and now he had to decide if he should be honest and risk being rejected by Ron or play it cool until he knew how Ron felt. However, what if Ron was waiting to find out how Jim felt? If Jim played it cool maybe Ron would think he wasn't interested in continuing.

Jim summoned his nerve and said, "No, it felt so...so..." he struggled to find the right word.

"I know," Ron said. "I can't believe how good it felt." It seemed like Ron's guard dropped slightly and he added, "Hell, I'm not sure I've ever quite felt anything like when I fucked your..." suddenly his voice trailed off as if the realization of what he was about to say was too much for him to complete his thought.

Jim walked over so he was standing right beside Ron and said only, "I loved it too." 

They made eye contact briefly before they leaned in together for what turned out to be a long kiss. The kiss quickly became deep as their tongues danced and wrestled back and forth between their mouths. The kiss and Jim's own lust were more than he could control any longer. He parted the kiss and moaned, "I want to suck your cock."

"My parents are upstairs," Ron meekly protested, "dude, if they find us like this they'll fucking kill me." However Jim was too far gone in his own lust to think rationally now.

He dropped to his knees in front of Ron and quickly opened Ron's jeans. He soon had Ron's pants and boxers pushed down around his ankles and Jim turned his attention fully on Ron's already hard cock. For weeks Jim had been fantasizing about Ron's cock and he couldn't wait to feel it inside his mouth again and taste his friend completely. Jim wrapped his lips around Ron's shaft as Ron let out a long, deep moan.

Jim immediately started sucking and playing with Ron's cock excitedly. He had been anticipating this moment for so long that he didn't want to prolong it any longer. He hoped there would be time for teasing and exploration later, but for right now he just wanted to make Ron cum. It seemed Ron's excitement matched his own and it wasn't too much longer before Ron was clearly on the verge of cumming.

Jim's fantasies of this moment always ended one of two ways. He either imagined taking Ron's cum fully in his mouth and drinking it down or pulling Ron's cock out of his mouth at the last minute and letting his cum land all over his face and chest. He knew Ron's orgasm was only seconds away and still he didn't know what to do.

Ultimately, Ron started cumming even sooner than Jim imagined and Jim ended up taking two huge jets of Ron's cum directly into his mouth. The first jet was so hard and so heavy that it was already seeping down the back of Jim's throat when he finally pulled Ron's cock out of his mouth and stroked it excitedly. The rest of Ron's cum flew out and landed on his cheeks, neck, and chest. As Ron's orgasm finished Jim felt like a total slut. Here he was kneeling in front of his friend with his face and t-shirt now coated in cum and with a mouthful of warm cum. He slowly stroked his friend's cock and loved every moment of it.

When Ron finished cumming he looked down at Jim and pulled Jim up to his feet. Jim wasn't sure if Ron realized he still had a mouthful of his cum when he leaned forward to kiss him, but the idea that Ron was about to taste his own cum out of Jim's mouth made Jim wildly excited.

As soon as their lips met Jim eagerly drove his tongue into Ron's mouth. Ron's tongue immediately greeted his and they stood for many long minutes kissing deeply while they swapped Ron's cum back and forth between their mouths. When they finally parted their kiss Jim swallowed the cum that was left in his mouth. Maybe it was because he knew what to expect, but the taste wasn't nearly as bad this time. In fact, there was almost something exciting about the taste.

Ron also swallowed the cum in his mouth before he looked at Jim and said, "My turn." He led Jim over to the couch and pulled off Jim's jeans and boxers. He then had Jim sit down. Jim's cock was rock hard and its tip was already glistening with pre-cum before Ron even touched it.

When Ron finally did lean down and engulf Jim's cock there was a similar urgency and desire to what Jim had just had. Clearly Ron wasn't interested in prolonging the moment or teasing as he hungrily and wantonly sucked Jim's cock. Jim simply leaned back and completely gave himself over to his friend and his amazing mouth.

Jim didn't try to hold himself back and only gasped to let Ron know he was about to cum before his cock erupted in orgasm. Ron kept his lips firmly wrapped around Jim's cock even as Jim shot long, heavy jets of cum into his mouth. Ron moved his mouth so only the tip of Jim's cock was still inside and stroked his shaft wildly with his hand until Jim was done cumming.

Ron gulped a few times and tried to swallow Jim's cum as quickly as it filled his mouth. The realization that Ron was eating his cum sent chills down Jim's back and brought his orgasm to a new peak as he continued to fill Ron's mouth with the last jets of his cum. In the end Ron wasn't able to take all of Jim's cum and some seeped back out of Ron's mouth. Soon Jim's cock and Ron's hand were both coated in a thick layer of Jim's cum. When Jim finished cumming Ron released him from his mouth, but he continued to fondle Jim's sticky cock for many long minutes.

"Holy fuck," Jim sighed.

"I know," Ron replied as he released Jim's cock and crawled onto the couch beside him, "I can't believe how good this feels."

In this intense moment Jim finally had the courage to say what had been on his mind for weeks. He looked at Ron and said, "I want to fuck you."

Ron smiled and said, "Good, I want to fuck you too." Jim's heart beat wildly at the idea that he was about to make his fantasy come true but then Ron added, "But not tonight, if my parents caught us doing that I don't even want to think about what they would do. Besides, the lube is upstairs and I don't want to risk them catching me getting it."

Jim was disappointed but he and Ron talked and quickly discovered that neither of them had any plans or commitments for the next night. They didn't know yet exactly how or where it would happen, but they both agreed that they would do it the next night.

They pulled their pants back on and Jim cleaned Ron's cum off his t-shirt the best he could. Jim asked, "So, I've been meaning to ask you. The lube and dildo, where the hell did you get those things?"

Ron replied that they could thank Charlie for that. Charlie was Ron's older brother. He had recently graduated college and was currently working a prestigious internship nearly halfway across the country. Ron's parents hadn't changed Charlie's room much at all as if they were still expecting him to move back in with them someday and so his bedroom still looked much like it did when Charlie was living there.

Ron said that Charlie had once told him about how he had a girlfriend who had a real thing for getting fucked up the ass. Charlie said that at first he just fucked her ass all the time, but then she wanted even more so he bought the dildo so she could use the dildo in either her ass or pussy while Charlie fucked the other.

At first Ron hadn't believed the story so Charlie produced the tube of lube and the dildo as proof. For whatever reason Charlie had left them in his dresser in the same secret hiding place he where used to keep his porno collection. "Sometimes I use the lube to jerk off," Ron admitted, "so I knew that stuff was still there."

They hung out for a while longer before Jim left to go home. He could barely sleep that night thinking about what he and Ron were planning to do the next day.

When he awoke the next morning he asked his parents about their plan for the day. He crossed his fingers hoping that they would say they were going out or doing something and at first it looked like he was out of luck. His parents said they were thinking about heading up to the big Christmas tree festival opening a few towns over. For years the town made a tradition of decorating a bunch of different trees in the styles of different countries and cultures. They always lit the trees the Saturday evening after Thanksgiving. For years it had been a family tradition to go but when Jim got old enough he stayed home while his parents went. 

"We haven't gone in a few years," his mom said, "and Sally and Bob are going and want us to come along." Sally and Bob lived a few houses down and were his parent's best friends in the neighborhood. Jim tried to conceal his joy when they finally decided they would go and his mom gave Sally a call.

"Do you want to come along?" his dad asked.

Jim replied no and shared a laugh with his dad when his dad replied, "Can you get me out of it too? I'm sure you and Ron will have a lot more fun hanging out."

"Sorry dad but I think you're stuck," Jim answered.

A little while later Jim called Ron and told him the good news. They agreed to meet up in the early part of the afternoon, catch a matinee movie, and then head back to Jim's place after his parents left. Jim knew from past years that his parents would likely be at the festival for a long time. They usually left in the late afternoon and wouldn't return until sometimes as late as 10pm. At least that was the schedule they used to keep when Jim was in high school. He hoped they wouldn't surprise him by returning early tonight. 

His parents ended up deciding to catch dinner with Sally and Bob before going to the festival so they left the house a little after 5pm. Jim and Ron did catch a movie, but they made sure to go see one that started plenty early enough that they would be back at Jim's house right at 5pm. They didn't want to waste a single minute of time.

As they watched the movie Jim thought about how crazy it was that he was essentially on a date with his best friend. The movie was good but he was distracted the whole time thinking about what he and Ron would be doing later. Usually he was distracted by trying to catch a quick grope of his date's tits or thigh during the show and with wondering how far he might be able to get with her later. This was much different because he already knew how far he and Ron planned to go and that was what was driving him wild.

They ended up returning to Jim's house a few minutes before his parents left. "Don't get into any trouble," Jim's dad teased as they left.

"We probably won't be back until late," his mom added, "Sally and Bob want to go out for drinks after the festival."

They watched his parents walk down to Sally and Bob's house and Jim briefly wondered if they should order a pizza for dinner. However, when he looked at Ron he knew right away that food would have to wait. It was clear from the look on Ron's face that he was as excited and anxious as Jim about what they were planning to do.

Without a word they went upstairs to Jim's bedroom. Once there they met in a long kiss that, by the time it finished, left Jim's cock rock hard and straining to get out of his jeans. They parted the kiss and removed their clothes before Jim pulled back the covers of his bed. Once he had them pulled down he turned and saw Ron pulling the dildo and lube out of the backpack he had brought with him. Just seeing the lube again made Jim very excited and his cock twitch.

He and Ron climbed into bed together and resumed their excited kiss. Their hard cocks rubbed together in a kinky duel under the sheets as they fondled each other while they kissed. Jim longed to feel Ron's cock in his mouth again but there was something else he wanted much more than that. He parted the kiss and rolled over so he could pick up the tube of lube off the bedside table where Ron had set it.

When he rolled back he found Ron already had rolled over and was positioning himself on his hands and knees. Jim moved behind Ron and squeezed a big drop of the lube on his index finger. He cautiously found Ron's asshole and for a while he just explored it with his finger. Its puckered surface felt new and kinky under his finger. He applied more lube and eventually brought his finger to the entrance of Ron's ass.

To his great excitement he felt Ron pushing back against his finger as he started to apply pressure. Knowing that Ron was so eager for this drove Jim wild. He continued applying steady pressure until finally his finger slipped inside Ron's ass. Ron stopped and groaned and Jim also stopped not sure if he was hurting Ron. "More," Ron moaned after a few moments and Jim steadily pushed his finger deeper until it was inside Ron's ass to the second knuckle. Jim's cock was now throbbing from anticipation.

Ron told Jim to apply more lube and soon Jim was able to push his whole index finger up Ron's ass as far as it would reach. The feeling was unbelievable and Jim couldn't wait to replace his finger with his cock. He knew, however, that he still had some work to prepare Ron's ass and so he reached over and picked up the dildo. He coated it heavily with lube and placed it at the entrance to Ron's ass. 

While he pushed forward Ron pushed back and after a while longer Jim was able to fuck Ron's ass with the dildo fairly easily. Jim remembered what Ron had said before about having one of his girlfriends fuck his ass while she sucked his cock. As he continued fucking him with the dildo Jim asked, "Did your girlfriend ever do this to you?"

Ron moaned and said, "No, just her finger." Jim continued fucking Ron's ass slowly with the dildo until Ron gasped, "Fuck me."

Jim excitedly pulled the dildo out and quickly smeared a huge load of the lube all over his cock. He took hold of Ron's hips and moved behind his best friend. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to Ron's ass. Jim pushed forward and Ron again pushed himself back. Jim kept pushing forward and at one point the pressure was so great he was worried that either he was going to hurt Ron or that his own cock might bend painfully. Just moments later Ron groaned loudly and Jim felt his cock slide past the entrance to Ron's asshole.

"Fuck, wait," Ron gasped once Jim was partway inside him. Jim remembered exactly what Ron was feeling and waited until Ron's ass had a chance to get used to him being inside. The way Ron's ass squeezed his cock was unlike anything Jim had felt before. He had heard about how some women had "tight" pussies but nothing he had ever experienced was even close to the way Ron's ass squeezed him. 

He slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper and paused for a long time with his cock all the way inside Ron. He just wanted to savor the amazingly tight sensation. He started to very slowly fuck Ron and his friend let out a long, deep moan. Jim had to concentrate hard to not end the fuck before it had really even started by cumming. The whole scene was so exciting that Jim could easily have cum if he allowed himself.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Note: After this chapter, the titles of my next submissions will be different, but will be a continuation of "Friends With Benefits", also this will be my only non-erotic story, it is also a bit shorter, I think you will understand why I approached this chapter differently after reading it. Thanks again to all those who've read my previous submissions and voted, again feedback is always welcome.

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NO! I my inner voice screamed out. Don't do this, it won't work. Don't leave tied down to a commitment at home, besides you're not even 100% sure where his feelings lie. Don't set yourself up for another heartache, keep it cool, and if you play your cards right, maybe you can "hang out" during breaks and weekends home. Although, he is a really sweet guy, someone's bound to grab him once you're gone, like Kristen...no, forget it, don't get jealous, don't be sad, I know you really "like him" but you have bigger things to worry about...they say sex complicates things, and I agree.

My rational screamed out in defiance to my sudden onset of mixed emotions. I knew the deal from day one and so did Dante, we agreed to keep it casual. We'd both been burned in the past and neither he nor I wanted to revisit that hurt. We'd been "friends with benefits" for about a month, agreeing this arrangement would be best since I was leaving for college at the end of the summer and he didn't want a relationship at the moment. We saw each other almost everyday, and knew we were each others only "sexual partners", which gave me more comfort than maybe it should have. It was now the end of May, and ninety percent of the time I felt I was able to squelch the feelings and conflict bubbling inside me when Dante and I were together even though he asked me on several occasions if it was cool that we kept things as they were. Then came the night of May 27th and everything changed. I went to visit my father in the city that day and returned home around 11:30 pm. My curfew wasn't until 2 so I decided to go straight to Dante's from the train station, instead of home. 

Upon arrival I realized Dante was upset. This in turn bothered me because Dante typically had endless patience and a calm, relaxed demeanor. I asked what was wrong, as he paced back and forth around his bedroom. He told me his mother and step father were fighting again and that it was only a matter of time before they moved out. This revelation made my heart sink, what would I do if I couldn't spend the time with Dante that I'd become accustomed to? Since he was still pacing, and beginning to make me nervous, I suggested we take a walk to the elementary school nearby, to blow off some steam and have a couple cigarette's. In all honesty I cannot recall what it was that we talked about until the subject of "us" came up. The details are a little sketchy, but basically he asked me again what it was that we were doing. Not wanting to put him in an awkward position I reiterated that I was cool keeping things as they were, even though part of me was crying out in protest. 

"I don't know" he said.

"Part of me wants to give us a shot, I don't know, I'm confused." Dante said, his words filled with trepidation. 

"I kinda want to, too." I replied. "I just don't want either of us to get hurt because I'm going away."

"It's up to you." he said. "Do you want to give this a chance?"

"Yeah, why not." I replied trying to contain happiness at the prospect of an actual relationship.

"Okay, let's do it." Dante said. And that was that he was mine alone now.

"What's today's date?" he asked suddenly.

"May 27th, why?" I asked.

"Oh cause I like to remember anniversaries." Dante said smiling.

It was then that we decided to leave, hand in hand we walked back to his house, I was elated. Suddenly he turned to me and asked "can I get a kiss now?"

Laughing I turned and kissed him. Our first official kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Pulling away I said something, to which he replied something like, " Baby you're with me now get used to it." and he smiled down at me. In my own head, like a giddy thirteen year old girl, I said "he called me baby!" I was over the moon, never had I expected things to turn out the way they were. A big part of me was excited to see what the future held, yet there was still the part of me that couldn't help but wonder if we had just complicated things more. Pushing my doubts aside, I focused on the fact that for now we were here, together, and I would do my best to make it work.

The sex that night was amazing as usual with us. He fucked me hard and deep. I felt passion between us and the need to "seal the deal" so to speak. We didn't know what the future would hold, but in that moment, there was only the two of us. On top of me, fucking me slowly, our lips met, sensually and passionately. When I came for the last time, I could barely hold back a cry of "I love you." No, I cried silently, I can't let him know, not yet. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Hello All,

I am so sorry it took so long for this chapter. I am in school and I just was swamped with work that I never really had time to write a new chapter. I promise the story will definitely be finished by the end of the summer. Thanks for all your support. I hope you like it.

"I'm tired of you looking so depressed, Ingrid. It's been three weeks and you have worn that same dirty sweatshirt for like a week now. It is time to snap out of it." 

April stared at Ingrid. Ingrid was in the same position that she had been in when April left earlier that morning. She was once again under the covers in that same dirty oversized school sweatshirt. 

"I am not depressed April. I'm just spending time alone. Just go out and leave me alone." 

Ingrid pulled her pillow over her head and tried to block out the sun that was creeping in from the window.

"Enough is enough Ingrid." April snatched the pillow of Ingrid's head. 

"Its time you shake this funk you have been in. Look I know it is hard, but you have to get on with your life. You decided you didn't want to be with Blake. Blake has moved on and is dating Caroline. I know it is hard, but get over it. You left him."

Ingrid grimaced at the sound of Caroline's name. Her mind instantly fell back to what happen three weeks earlier. She walked into class and saw them kissing. At first she thought that, it totally couldn't have be Blake making out with another girl just two weeks after they called it quits, but sure enough the guy pulled back from the girl and there he was. Ingrid tried to turn and walk away from them, but no he had to call her over to him. And then he had the nerve to introduce Caroline to him. Supposedly, she was his old high school girlfriend that transferred to the school and they decided to give it another try. Ingrid could remember her stomach lurching as she saw Caroline grab his hand. Then he told her he would see her later and then walked off hand in hand with Caroline. Since then she dogged them as much as possible.

Ingrid looked down at his sweatshirt that she had on and she felt the tears begin to burn her eyes.

"No, No Ingrid don't cry. Look, you should just forget Blake. He is a dog. A loser. And look at you. Even though you look incredibly disgusting right now, you still are hotter than Caroline even on her best days."

Ingrid laughed and wiped a tear that started to fall. "You are right April. Screw Blake. He can move on to whomever her wants to just like I can. So lets go out tonight. I feel like getting drunk and partying."

"That's what I am talking about Ingrid. Forget Blake. We are going to go out. Oh and I have the perfect place. There's a masked party tonight. You and I are totally going." 

April started going through her clothes in her closet.

"But, I don't have a mask."

"That's okay I bought you one just in case you got out of your little funk. So go hop in the shower so we can get ready for tonight. We are going to wow them tonight." April turned and continued to search her closet.

Ingrid got off her bed and took of the sweatshirt. She tossed it in with the dirty laundry and went to take a shower.

******** "So if it isn't Mr. Relationship. How are things going with you can Caroline? Is the love still there between you two?"

Blake looked up to see Billy enter his room. " Mr. Relationship, whatever. Caroline's cool, but no one woman ties me down."

"Yeah right. The only girl I have seen you with has been Caroline. So what's up?"

"You want the honest answer or some bullshit?" Blake looked up and saw Billy shut the door.

"I want the honest stuff."

'Its not the same between us like in high school. In high school it was cool to be with her because we hung around the same people, she is hot, and we just seemed to fit. Now all she does in nag me about what we are going to do together for Spring Break and how we should think about getting a place together next semester. She freaks out if I don't call her at least 10 times a day. The sex is okay, but our conversations suck. It's just not the same as before."

He sighed and started to button up his black shirt.

"You mean like it was with Ingrid." Blake looked at Billy and laughed.

"What? No. Ingrid and I were and are just friends. Nothing more. She's a cool girl."

"Whatever dude. No friend gets you pissed off like that. And you don't spend all night on the phone talking to a friend. But, whatever you say. Look Caroline's hot and you say the sex is cool. Maybe she will chill out and things will get better. But, I'm going to head out of here and get dressed for the masquerade party tonight. You are coming right?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. I've got to get Caroline first and then head over."

"Cool, well see you there." Billy walked out of Blake's room.

Blake sat on the bed and laid back. He shut his eyes and remembered back when he told Ingrid that Caroline was his girlfriend. He saw anger flash in her eyes and then sadness. He called her over initially to rub her face in their relationship. He wanted to make her feel like crap like he did. But, when he saw the sadness in her eyes. He just wanted to pull her close to him. 

Blake sighed and then heard his phone vibrating on the table. He reached over and saw Caroline's name flash on the screen. He exhaled sharply and answered it. 

"Hey Caroline."

"Hey baby. You will be here at 10 to pick me up, right?"

"For the fifth time Caroline, yes."

"Jeez sorry. I didn't know that I was such a burden on you Blake. I'm sorry that my calls bother you so much. Maybe if you called me more often like I told you to. I wouldn't have to call you so freaking much."

"Look I'm not trying to get into this again Caroline. I'll be at your house at 10. End of discussion." Blake hung up before she could respond.

****** "So what do you think." 

Ingrid turned around so that April could see her black strapless dress. The dress was tight and short, courtesy of April's closet. She had on tall black stilettos and a gold and black mask that covered her eyes. She let her hair fall down her back with big curls.

"You look great. Now do me."

April twirled in her gold dress and gold heels. They looked the same just opposite in the color of dresses.

"Great as usual April. Why is it we always have the same stuff on just different colors?"

"Duh, cause I have great style. And you look good in my clothes."

"Whatever, but I think you need to go shopping with me next time for going out clothes. I don't have all these tight dresses in my closet."

"Oh they are a must, Ingrid. Trust me. Now let's go."

They hopped into a cab outside their dorm and headed to the party. They pulled in front of an old castle type home that was full of masked people.

"Wow, they really did it up in here, huh?" Ingrid looked at all the candles that lit the house. They walked over to the bar and got a drink.

"Yeah, it looks so cool. Let's go dance."

They walked onto the dance floor and started to dance with some masked guys. ***** "Thanks for being like 15 minutes late to get me Blake. Goodness I asked you to do one thing. And that was to get me here on time. But, no that was too much for you to even manage."

"Look Caroline I don't need your shit tonight. I think its better if you ride home with your friends tonight and not me.'

"What! I don't think so." She put on her puppy dog face.

"Look baby I'm sorry I keep nagging. It's just I have been going through a lot right now. But, I'm just so glad we found our way back to one another. Aren't you?" 

She reached over to grab his hand, but he pulled it back. She lifted off her mask and stared at him. 

"This should be easy between us Caroline and it hasn't been. I'm tired of this."

Blake watched her eyes narrow.

"I know you are still caught up on that black chick Blake. Is this the issue? I mean I heard you two had something going on. Do you still want to be with her? If so go fuck her get her out of your system and then come back to me."

Blake looked at her in shock. She stared blankly back at him.

" I can't believe I wasted all this time with you. Wow I'm a idiot. We are through Caroline."

Blake shook his head, got out the car and let the door slam. He left her sitting in the car. ***** Ingrid threw back another shot of tequila. She suddenly felt two arms wrap around her waste. She turned around and saw a guy with a black and white mask on. Then she noticed the red hair on his head,

"Oh my gosh Leo. How are you?" She leaned in and hugged him.

He smiled down at her. "How'd you know it was me?"

She pulled his mask away from his face. "I think your red hair is a give away. What about me? How did you know it was me?"

He laughed. "I didn't. April pointed you out to me. So what's up? I haven't seen you out."

"I've been cooped up in the house, but I'm out and about now."

He smiled and leaned down to her ear.

"Let's finish what we were doing last time. Now that we won't be interrupted." Ingrid laughed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

They danced slowly to the song that was playing. Ingrid ground her body into his as they moved to the music. Ingrid felt him pull her closer to him. She turned around and ground her butt into his cock. Leo groaned softly in her ear. Ingrid felt his cock grow harder as she swirled her but on him. Leo slowly kissed down her neck. She turned around and pulled his head down to her lips. Ingrid pushed her tongue into his mouth and let her hands dig into his hair. She felt Leo start to rub her body through the thin material of her dress. Her circled his hands on her butt and gave it a light smack as he pushed his tongue in her mouth. Leo groaned into her mouth and pulled her toward the stairs. 

"Let's go upstairs for a minute. For privacy." Ingrid looked at him. Gosh, she wanted to have sex with him. He was hot. His kiss was so soft. And it had been almost 6 weeks since she had been with Blake. And she was craving sex. She followed him upstairs.

"Let me go the bathroom and I'll meet you in there."

"Cool, see you in a sec." 

Ingrid walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. She lifted her mask and wiped her face. She turned back to the mirror and looked at her refection.

Blake and I are over. So I need to forget about him. Leo is hot. And is just the thing I need right now to clear my head. Right? She bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair. Okay Ingrid lets go get some.

Ingrid opened the door and bumped into the guy standing in front of it. 

"Oh my gosh. Sorry?" The guy didn't move out of her way.

"Excuse me. Can you move?" He pushed her back into the bathroom and closed the door. Ingrid punched the guy in the face and tried to get past him to the door.

"Ow Ingrid. You didn't have to punch me." 

Ingrid stepped back and took her mask off. "Blake! Blake, what the hell are you doing here? And why did you push me in here."

"I don't know. I mean I didn't know that it was you at first until you said something. Then I just kind of just reacted."

"You just reacted huh? Well let me leave because this is my reaction to this." 

He moved and blocked the door. His blue eyes were deep and dark in this light. Ingrid could smell his cologne floating through the air to her. She felt her pussy getting wetter just being this close to him. Ingrid reached for the door handle again, but Blake pushed her hand down.

"Why are you leaving? What? You don't like to be around me anymore?"

He smiled his crooked cocky smile. Blake looked Ingrid up and down in that tight black dress. He saw her nipples hard though the thin material. He knew she was turned on. He only hoped by him and not some other guy at the party. His cock twitched in anticipation of being in her tight pussy again. 

" Where's your girlfriend Blake?" Does she know that your pulling girls into the bathroom?"

His smile faded. Blake felt like a bucket of ice water had just been thrown on him. Ingrid was ruining all his fun bringing up Caroline.

" She's not my girlfriend anymore."

"Aww well that's sad. But like I said I have something to do. So excuse me." 

"You seriously think he will be as good as me?"

Ingrid stopped and looked up at him. He had a cocky smile on his face again.

"What did you say?"

Blake moved closer to her and let his fingers brush across Ingrid's hard nipples. Her heard her moan softly. He knew she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. He leaned in close to her ear and took her earlobe into his mouth. 

"Do you think he will be better than me?" 

His hot breath tingled Ingrid ear to her core. Her pussy was on fire now. Ingrid pushed him away from her.

"Well he's not you so that already makes him better than you."

Blake pushed her against the wall. Ingrid felt her heart start to beat faster. She licked her lips and felt her pussy quiver as he leaned in closer to her. She could feel the heat from his body on her. Her body was starting to react to his closeness. It did whenever he was around.

"You are already getting turned on." He leaned down and starting kissing her neck. 

"I am not getting turned on. Get off me." She pushed him away and walked toward the door. 

Blake grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. He pushed his lips against hers and leaned her into the door. His soft lips covered hers as her pushed into her mouth harder. He opened his mouth wider and savored the taste of her lips. Ingrid groaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her body was acting against her. Her body craved Blake like no other guy. She heard her pussy smacking as Blake's hand roamed her body.

Blake let his hands roam down to her butt as he pulled her dress up some so his hands could squeeze her butt cheeks. 

Ingrid felt her body being lifted onto the sink as he pushed her into the mirror against the wall. Blake pushed his tongue into her moth and began to explore her. He slid his hand down her dress and pulled her legs open. Blake pushed his hand between her legs and let his fingertips brush over the thin wet thong. Ingrid groaned and bit his lip. He pulled her wet thong to the side and pushed two of his fingers into her pussy. 

Blake pulled away from the kiss. He watched Ingrid's body react to his fingers.

"Oh, Blake. Umm it feels so good." 

He pushed in and out of her wet pussy. Blake swirled his fingers in circles in her pussy, he felt her pussy squeeze his fingers as he let his thumb rub her clit. Blake watched Ingrid shut her eyes to fight back the rising orgasm. Ingrid arched her back and pushed harder onto his fingers. Blake rubbed his thumb harder across her clit. Ingrid's body started to convulse as Blake felt her cum on his fingers. He pumped his fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy until her body stopped shaking.

Blake pulled his fingers out of her and released his hard cock from his pants. Ingrid opened her legs wider for him to enter her. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck you? Tell me whose pussy this is?"

Blake let the head of his cock push into Ingrid. Ingrid groaned and thrust her hips to push him deeper inside her. Blake pulled back.

"Tell me?" He pushed into her a little deeper and then pulled out.

"Oh, fuck Blake. I hate you so much. Oh, but this is your pussy it's yours Blake. I need you now. I need you to fuck me hard. " 

Blake pushed his cock into her. Ingrid gasped as her body pushed into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her pussy. Blake looked down at her and stared in her eyes. He pushed his lips onto hers and kissed her. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. Ingrid groaned his name into his mouth. Blake felt his cock tighten and he knew he couldn't hold off anymore. Ingrid tightened her legs around his waste and she felt her orgasm approaching. 

"Ohh I love you Blake. Ohh I love you." 

He pushed into her increasing speed. He came inside her. He leaned in down to her ear.

"I love you too." He kissed her cheek.

Ingrid stared at him as she caught her breath. She honestly didn't know what made her say it to him. And she really didn't expect him to say it back to her. Now she definitely didn't know what to do.

"I don't quite know what to say to you right now." 

He looked at her and gave a smile.

"I can think of a few things. Like we could be together." He helped her down off the sink.

"You just got out of a relationship. And I don't want to sound mean, but you aren't exactly a one woman guy."

"Trust me Ingrid. You and I fit. You definitely don't have to worry about me cheating on you."

He pulled her over to him and started kissing her slowly. They heard someone start banging on the door.

"Ingrid are you ok? Are you still in there?" Ingrid pulled back from Blake.

"Oh, shit that's Leo. He can't find you in here with me."

"Who cares. Open the door and let him in. " He piled that cocky smile back on his face.

"I care. Be quiet and I will get him out of here...Shhh." She put her finger to her mouth to indicate to Blake to be quiet. He laughed and sat on the edge of the tub staring at her. .

"I will be out in a second Leo. I think I drank too much."

"Oh ok. Well I'll take you home. I'll wait downstairs." 

"Okay, I'll be out in a second." Ingrid turned back to Blake.

"You aren't letting him take you home. I'll take you home. He most definitely is not taking you home." Ingrid frowned up at him.

"What's the big deal? Why does it matter if he takes me home. I played sick he won't try anything."

"Ingrid you were about to fuck him before I pulled you in here. You think I'm going to let my girlfriend let another guy take her home."

"One, when did we establish I was your girlfriend? Two, if I were you girlfriend I could still be friends with whomever I chose to be friends with. You wouldn't all of a sudden rule my life."

He sighed heavily. "Why does it always have to be a battle with you? Just let me take you home."

Ingrid threw back on her mask and straightened her clothes.

"Nope. I think I would rather hang out with Leo right now, rather than you. I'll see you later." 

"Wait Ingrid. Come on...."

She opened the door. And saw Caroline standing outside the door. She looked at Ingrid and then back at Blake.

"Blake I'm ready for you to take me home. Now."

Ingrid turned and grinned at Blake. "Right Blake you broke up with her, but somehow she still thinks you are together. Wow I am an idiot." Ingrid straightened her mask and went down the stairs. 

"Wait Ingrid. Let me explain." He saw her run to Leo and saw them leave. 

***** "Thanks for the ride Leo. I really appreciate it. Since April just left me at the party."

"Yeah, well I told her I would give you a ride so you can't put all the blame on her." He smiled at her.

"Sorry about tonight. It seems like we keep getting interrupted."

"Yeah, Blake knows how to screw some stuff up doesn't he?"

"What? Wait so you knew he was in the bathroom with me."

Leo grinned and pushed Ingrid's hair out of her face.

"Everybody in the hallway knew he was in the bathroom with you. You all were loud. But, its cool. I shouldn't have gone after another brothers girl anyway."

"Oh my gosh you all keep saying that. I am totally not his girl. "

"Ok, ok but you all do have something going on right? He is an idiot if he doesn't treat you right Ingrid. You are something special."

"Yeah well thanks Leo. I wish I would have met you first, before Blake."

"Yeah me too. But, I'll see you later."

Ingrid got out the car and waved bye to Leo. She walked up to her dorm when she saw someone sitting on the dorm steps.

She walked closer and saw that it was Blake.

"Blake, what are you doing here?" He stood up and pushed his hair out of his face.

"What? You aren't happy to see me?" He threw on his gorgeous smile. His hair and eyes shone in the moon light as he stared down to Ingrid.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



"I think I have experienced enough of your drama tonight." Ingrid walked past him to the front door of her dorm.

"Wait, Ingrid please let me at least say what I have to say."

She looked at him. And saw the need in his eyes. 

"Ok, April isn't here tonight. So you can come up to the room. Let's go." 

They walked to her dorm room. Ingrid changed into some sweats and a t-shirt and then sat on her bed to listen to what Blake had to say. 

"Ok, so are you still with her or not Blake? 

Blake unbuttoned and untucked his shirt and sat in the desk chair. 

"We are through Ingrid. I told her we were through before the party and I told her when she saw us in the bathroom. And if you want to know the main reason we are through is because I have wanted to be with you since before Caroline and I even got together."

"Then why not say it Blake. Why hurt me like that and get with her. You made out with her in front of me like I meant nothing to you."

He rubbed his head. "I wanted to get back at you. Shit, you hurt me Ingrid. You dumped me. You made me have feelings for you and then you had none."

"Are you kidding me. I had feelings for you I just didn't think you had feelings for me. You are the one who always says you aren't a one woman man."

Blake got up from his chair and sat next to Ingrid. "Come on Ingrid would I go through all your bull if I didn't want to be with you."

"So I'm your girlfriend?" Ingrid grinned as Blake pulled her onto his lap.

"Yep, and as my girlfriend I think you need to make out with me right away." Ingrid laughed and pushed her lips onto his. Ingrid slid her tongue into his mouth and pushed him against the bed. She let her hand rub his cock through his pants. 

She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Ingrid let her hand rub from his balls to head. She pushed her lips from his and got down to her knees. Ingrid sucked the head into her mouth and let her tongue lick the head and she lowered it further into her mouth. Blake groaned as Ingrid bobbed up and down on his dick. Blake pushed his dick further into her mouth. 

He pushed Ingrid off his cock and turned her around to her computer desk. He pushed her pants down and leaned her over the desk. Blake looked at her brown ass in the air exposed to him. He stared at her pink pussy slit gleaming in the like with its wetness. He smacked her right cheek with his cock and then the left. 

"You like that Ingrid. Tell me you like it?

"Yes, I like it Blake. Do it again."

He smacked her cheek with his hand and watched her ass jiggle as he smacked it. He spread her cheeks and placed the head of his cock in that wet slit. He pushed his cock in her and listened to her moan.

Blake grabbed her hair and pushed deeper into her pussy. He reached his other hand around and played with her clit.

"Blake. Oh shit I'm going to cum. Oh don't stop Blake."

Blake pushed into her harder and smacked his balls against her ass. He felt his balls tighten as he blasted his cum inside of her. He pumped his cock in and out of her until he collapsed on top of her. They laid down on her bed in each others arms.

"I can get used to this Ingrid." He took in her smell and kissed her forehead.

"So can I."

******* A week later.

"So are you ready for this Blake. You think you can handle it." Ingrid looked up at him and smiled.

"Yeah, totally. I'll be fine. It's just one step at a time right." He smiled down at her.

"I don't know you look a little nervous. I mean this is our first official date." Ingrid grinned and pecked him on the cheek. 

"Yeah, but its not like I have to worry about not getting any." He grabbed her hand as they walked into the restaurant.

Ingrid laughed. "Well I guess that is true."

The hostess set them at their table. She was a skinny, pale, brunette. She smiled when Blake walked in, but frowned when she saw him holding hands with Ingrid. 

"Wow, what is her issue? She kept shooting daggers at me Blake she wanted to kill me."

"That's probably cause I used to sleep with her back in the day."

"Wow, I should have figured that out."

The waitress came over and looked the same as the hostess. She took their order and then winked at Blake.

"Are you freaking kidding me Blake? Did you fuck her as well?"

He grinned. "Look Ingrid. You know I have a past. These girls are the past and well you my gorgeous girlfriend are my future."

Ingrid took a sip of her water. And looked up at the waitress as she returned with their food. 

"Whatever you say. So Spring Break is in two weeks what are your plans?" Blake took a big bite out of his burger. 

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

Ingird almost spit out the drink she was drinking. "Oh my gosh you want to spend it with me and not your frat brothers?"

"Yeah a week without you would be torture."

Ingrid got up and kissed him softly on the lips. " You are definitely getting the best sex ever tonight that is like the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me."

Blake grinned a toothy grin and smacked Ingrid in the butt as she returned to her seat. "Good, so what about Miami."

"Miami it is." 

******** Spring Break

"Ok, Blake are you ready?" Blake sat on the bed in their hotel room in his swim trunks.

"Yeah let's see the swim suit." He texted Chris to tell him that they would meet them at the beach in 20 min.

"Taaa Daa . How do you like it?" Ingrid sashayed across the hotel room.

Blake looked at her stand in front of him in orange bikini. Her breast were barely restrained in the thin bikini top and her perfect ass was barely hidden in the bottom. He felt his cock jump and he stared at her. 

"Blake do you like it or not?" He licked his lips and nodded his head yeah. 

Blake stood up and walked over to Ingrid. He pushed his lips onto her and lifted her slowly onto the bed. He removed her orange top and kissed down to her breast.

"Oh Blake. Yes, but umm we have to umm meet everyone at the beach."

"They can wait."

He pushed her nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled her nipple. He lowered his hand and pushed the thin swimsuit bottom to the side and pushed his cock in her. He thrusted in and out of her. Ingrid grabbed his back and ass. She pushed him harder into her. Blake pushed one final time and came. They laid down on the bed and caught their breath.

"We are going to be late. Come on Blake." Ingrid tied up the back of her swimsuit and pulled Blake out of the bed. He pulled her into his lap.

"I say we just forget the whole beach thing and stay in bed." He pressed his face into her hair. 

"Blake we came to Miami for Spring Break we have to at least enjoy the beach. So baby let's go." Ingrid threw on her sheer cover up. Blake groaned as they walked out the room.

They walked through the crowd of people on the beach over to they're friends.

"Oh my gosh Ingrid what took you so long you left me here to talk to Billy. He flirted with every girl that walked by."

"Sorry April, I had issues with my swim suit." April eyed her suspiciously.

"Yeah I'm sure you did. Anyway Charlie has friends down here who bartend and he said he can get us into like 3 clubs tonight. But, can it just be you and me tonight. I love you and Blake together, but I just want a girls night out on our own."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Blake wants to hang out with Billy and the other guys. It's not big deal." 

Ingrid turned and watched Blake on his surf board. The water dripped down his chest to his abs. She watched as the sun as is shined down on his body. 

"Oh my gosh he looks so sexy," thought Ingrid. She licked her lips and felt her body heat up as she looked at his body.

"Will you stop salivating over your boyfriend. He is hot. We all know it."

"I know I can't help it. He is just so sexy."

"Come on. You need to get away from Blake. Lets go play volleyball." They got up and walked over to where a group of guys were playing. April walked over to a guy who had his back to them. 

"Hey can we join you?"

He turned and looked at Ingrid. "Ingrid"

Ingrid caught her breath and stared at the guy. She couldn't believe it. There he was in all of his fineness. He hadn't changed much, but somehow he looked even hotter. There was his perfect smile with his dimples, his perfect body, and his gorgeous face. His gorgeous chocolate skin sparkled in the sun.

"Oh my gosh, Chris."

He ran over to her and picked her up and pressed his tight body next to hers. Then he placed her down.

"Baby I missed you. Wow you look so good. How are you just going to leave school and not leave me any message telling me where you are going?"

Ingrid looked at him stare down at her with the perfect smile plastered on his face. She still felt his arms around her as he pulled his hands off of her."

"I didn't think you would miss me Chris since you were sleeping with Crystal, Lisa, oh and my bestfriend Karen."

He kept that smile plastered and licked his lips. "Yeah but none of them lit a candle compared to you babe. And what a coincidence here you and I both are in Miami for Spring Break. Now I would say that was fate."

Ingrid brushed her hair out of her face. "No, Chris I would say it is bad luck. Come on April we can play volleyball later."

Ingrid grabbed April's arm and they walked back over to their beach towel.

"Oh my gosh so that was him. Wow you were not kidding when you said he was hot."

"Yeah too bad he is a douche bag." Ingrid sat down on the towel and looked back at Chris. He was still staring at her.

"So are you going to tell Blake that your ex is here?"

Ingrid watched Blake in the water. "No, he will just freak out and get jealous. This stays between us April." **** Chris watched Ingrid walk away with her friend. 

"She looks good," though Chris. "Much better than last time we were together. I can still remember her screaming my name." He grinned to himself.

"So Chris what are you going to do about Ingrid." Chris looked at his friend Ralph and tossed him the ball.

"Well, lets just say we will be back together like old time sake."

***** "I can't believe you are going out tonight without me Ingrid." Blake watched her put on her spandex purple dress.

"Oh yeah I'm so sure you will have a horrible night with all the girls throwing themselves at you tonight."

"True, but I want you here when I get home. So I can continue what we did earlier today." Blake walked over to Ingrid and pulled her onto his hard cock. He kissed her and started to lift her dress.

"Mmmm this feels so good Blake." He pushed her panties to the side and pushed his finger in her pussy.

"I want you to keep this pussy wet for me. So when I see you later tonight I know you have been wet all this time thinking of me."

He let his thumb brush back and forth on her clit. He heard her heavy lustful breathing as he increased his speed.

"Oh it feels so good Blake. Don't stop." Blake pumped her harder with his fingers and released his fingers out her pussy. He licked his fingers clean.

"Blake you can't leave me like this." She leaned in and kissed him slowly on the lips and grabbed his cock. "You know you want me. Fuck me Blake." She slide her hand up and down his cock through his pants.

Blake pulled back from Ingrid and adjusted his pants. "Nope, Ingrid. Wait til tonight. Keep it wet for me."

Just then Ingrid's phone rang. April was on the line. "Come on Ingrid. Let's go I'm waiting in the lobby."

"This is so wrong you are leaving me like this Blake." Blake grinned and showed his perfect smile.

"I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you when you get back." He kissed her forehead and headed to his friends room.

Ingrid removed her wet panties and headed out with April.

*********** Ingrid finished her third hurricane drink. 

"April, I can't believe I have had so much to drink." April was sitting on some random guys lap. He whispered something in her ear and April giggled.

"Ingrid, this is Toni. Toni say hi to Ingrid."

Toni waved at Ingrid and then started making out with April. Ingrid walked to the bar to get some water and bumped into the guy in front of her. 

"Whoa watch out. Wait Ingrid what are you doing here?"

Ingrid looked up in her blurry drunken eyes at Chris. "Oh my gosh why do I keep running into you." She pushed pass him to the bar and got her water.

"I keep telling you it is fate Ingrid." He leaned into her and tried to kiss her. Ingrid pushed his face away.

"No. you may be hot. Way hot exactly, but I don't want you anymore. I, I have a boyfriend that is hot. Hotter than you and we are perfect together." Ingrid's words were slurred.

He just continued smiling like she said nothing.

"Really, then where is he tonight Ingrid?" He held her back to keep her steady. Chris stared down at Ingrid in her tight purple dress. She never wore anything like that with him, but tonight she was hot. Even drunk she was hot.

"Tonight is girls only night. April and I have gone to 3 clubs tonight. She is over there with Toni. Do you know Toni?"

Chris laughed. "No, I don't know Toni, but I know you are drunk. Let me take you and April back to your hotel." 

"Nope you just want to get some ass Chris. Well not from me anymore. You fucked that up when you fucked those girls." Ingrid grabbed his arm to steady herself.

"Whatever, just come on and let me take you two home. Where are you staying?"

"The Marriott." Chris pulled April away from Toni and put his arms around the girls and led them back to their hotel. **** Blake stared at his fourth empty glass of beer. He laid back in the booth and stared at the ceiling of the club as the club lights hit the white ceiling.

Greg's face came into view. "Dude you are totally plastered?"

Blake sat up and looked around the packed club. He rubbed his face and grinned. " I'm not drunk. If I was drunk I would know it." 

He stared at the brunette who was making eyes at him from across the club. 

He shook his head and leaned over to Greg. "Dude, I have to get back to the hotel and see Ingrid."

"Man, you are pussy whipped." Greg took another chug of his beer.

"Whatever, I'm going to catch a cab."

Blake stumbled into his hotel room hallway. He held the wall as he pulled himself into the room. He noticed his door was open. 

Blake looked up and saw a guy holding Ingrid and placing her on the bed. 

"Who the fuck are you?"

Blake saw the guys back stiffen. The guy turned around and walked toward him. Blake looked at the guys stance and knew the guy wanted a fight. Blake looked from Ingrid to the guy. Then back again. 

"I'm the one who was taking care of your girlfriend, when you couldn't." 

Blake felt the anger in him start to boil. Who the hell was the prick and why was he taking care of Ingrid. 

Blake walked up to Chris and pushed him hard in the shoulders. Chris fell back onto the bed and landed on Ingrid waking her up. Chris got up and plowed into Blake tackling him onto the floor. Blake pushed Chris off of him and punched him the jaw. Chris responded by hitting Blake in the ribs. 

Ingrid grabbed Blake's fist before it punched Chris again in the face. She pulled him back to her with all her weight. 

"Stop Blake. Gosh he just helped me home." Blake watched her stumble through his drunken eyes.

"Who the fuck is he Ingrid? Why is he in our room?" Blake looked at the guy wipe his bloody lip with his hand.

"Oh she didn't tell you she ran into me on the beach, huh?" The guy wiped the blood off his hands and through the towel in the trash.

"Get out Chris. I don't need you here. Bye." 

The guy looked at her and laughed. "Whatever you say Grid. You have a good girl here brah. You better keep an eye on her. If not someone will come in and take your place."

Blake rose out of his chair. "What the fuck did you say to me. Huh what the fuck did you say."

Chris laughed and walked out the door. Blake started after him, but Ingrid grabbed his arm. 

"Stop Blake, gosh. He is gone. End it." Blake looked at her and shook her arm off of his.

"Who the hell was he Ingrid. Fuck I come in here and this dude is standing over you and you expect me not to freak out."

She pulled him over the bed and they both sat on the floor next to the bed.

"I'm going to try to explain this as clear as possible babe because to be honest I'm drunk as heck right now. That was Chris my ex from my old school. There is nothing between us and you have nothing to worry about. He just helped us home because April was drunk and well so am I." 

He looked down at her and his eyes were glazed. "Did you want to fuck him tonight?"

"No, no Blake not at all." Blake pulled her closer to him and opened her legs. He pushed her panties to the side and pushed two of his fingers in her pussy. He let his thumb rub back and forth in small circles on her clit. Ingrid grabbed the bed sheet and groaned.

"Did you want him to fuck you like this?" He leaned in to her and kissed her hard on her lips. He pushed his tongue into her awaiting mouth. Blake leaned in to her ear and kissed her ear lobe. His breath was hot on her face. 

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you Ingrid. Did you keep this pussy wet for me?" He pushed his fingers deeper into her.

"Or did you get wet for him?"

Blake removed his fingers and pushed them in Ingrid's mouth. She sucked his fingers as he placed the head of his cock in her pussy.

"I only get wet for you baby. Just you Blake." Blake lifted her legs in the hair with one had and pushed hard into Ingrid pussy. Ingrid screamed as he pumped in and out of her pussy. She tried to grab his back but he pushed her arms away and he continued to attack her pussy.

Ingrid grabbed his wrist and dug her nails in his arm and she felt her pussy clench his cock. She squeezed his cock harder as she came on his throbbing cock as it pushed deeper into her pussy. Ingrid collapsed as Blake pushed his seed into her pussy.

Ingrid laid on the floor with her legs sprawled open. Blake's seed oozed out of her pussy. Ingrid put some on her finger and licked it slowly. Blake watched in amazement as she licked his cum off her finger. He smiled down at her, moved her finger out of her mouth, and replaced his lips on her mouth. Ingrid felt a spark of electricity as his body took over hers and he pulled her closer. His cock twitched at the entrance of her pussy. 

"No, Blake I'm sore. You really worked me out." He smiled down at her.

"Hmm," he kissed and breathed into her neck. " Maybe I should kiss it and make it feel better." 

Blake grinned and lifted off Ingrid dress. He threw it to the floor and removed her bra. Blake smiled down to Ingrid's naked body as it shone in the light of the room. He lowered himself to her body and kissed down her neck. Time drifted by as he slowly let the tip of this tongue taste her neck before he attacked her nipples with his teeth. Blake grit his teeth against Ingrid's soft hard nipples. He let his tongue circle the dark chocolate half dollar shaped areolas. 

Ingrid's started to grind her pussy into his leg to form some type of friction on her clit. Blake lift up and watched the ecstasy on her face as she felt the rush of her second of the night orgasm. 

Blake kissed down her stomach to her thin trimmed pussy. Ingrid's pussy lips were wet and shining in the light. Blake took his index finger and let it slide up and down Ingrid's pussy. He parted her pussy and watched the pink of her pussy contrast with her chocolate skin tone. 

Ingrid moaned as he lowered his tongue to her clit and rubbed his tongue in circles on her clit. Ingrid grabbed his head and pushed him deeper in her. Blake sucked her clit in his mouth. He raised Ingrid up on her knees as he still licked her pussy and placed her on his face. Blake plunged his tongue in and out of Ingrid's pussy. He felt her body suddenly jerk as she moaned his name loudly as she came on his face.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Ingrid fell back to the floor. She looked up to Blake's hard thick cock standing in the air. He was slowly rubbing it up and down watching her come back down from her orgasm.

"Put it in me Blake. Fuck this pussy." 

Blake didn't hesitate. He sprawled her legs open as he pushed inside her with all his might. Blake felt the warmness and tightness of her pussy flood over his cock. He pumped in and out of her pussy. Each time he slammed in harder and harder.

Ingrid pulled him closer to her embrace as she felt her body start to convulse. 

She moaned in his ear, "Cum with me Blake."

Blake felt her pussy squeeze his cock. He then pushed his cum in her pussy. 

Blake picked her up and they both laid on the bed.

"You know Blake it's a good thing I use birth control. You keep cumming in me. If not for it I would probably be pregnant by now."

He grinned at her. "Would that be a bad thing? You don't want a little young Blake?"

Ingrid raised up on her elbows and looked at him. "I love you Blake, but you and I both are so not ready for kids. Looks at us we both just had an argument."

"True, Ingrid, but man don't I love the make up sex. And to make you happy I will re-supply the condom drawer. Its just you are so intoxicating I just love the way you feel when I cum in you." 

"I need a shower. You have worn me out Blake, my love." She laughed and got up to head the bathroom. Blake caught her arm and pulled her back to him into his lap.

"Wait, I um want to hear about you and the Chris guy."

Ingrid's smile faded. "Why do you want to know about me and Chris?"

"I just want to know your history." Ingrid got up and grabbed a towel.

"It's a long story Blake. Plus it would be like me asking you what happen between you and your ex's."

"Please, I don't care about telling you about my ex's. It's not much to tell you besides the fact that none of them could light a candle to you, babe. So tell me."

Ingrid brushed her hair out of her face. She sat on the end of the bed and pulled her legs to her chest. 

"Fine, but I warned you it would be long. Ok, here it goes."



Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Jenna woke with a start, the dream she was having had her running, being chased by some invisible, yet all too threatening creature. 

"Where am I?" was her first thought before the memories of the last few days surfaced. It had been a stressful and upsetting few days. Big projects at work, the turmoil of getting the last of her stuff from the house she had shared with Josh. She had asked that he not be there when she came to get her things, as usual he didn't comply. It didn't help when she pulled up in Ben's pickup.

"Who's truck?" Josh met her at the curb.

"You're supposed to be gone." Jenna pushed past him.

"Who's truck?" his tone becoming increasingly demanding.

"A co -- worker's" This is what she had hoped to avoid, scooping a cardboard box from the back of the truck; she headed for the house "I'm here for the last of my things." She had to side step past him a second time to get inside. She moved through the house picking up the last few treasures she had forgotten. 

Out of the corner of her eye Jenna could see Josh watching her. She wished he would just go back to the couch and forget she was there, but it didn't appear that it would happen. 

"Where are you living now?" the sound of his voice surprised her, although it shouldn't have, he'd been shadowing her since she had arrived. 

"I found a room closer to the office." 

"What do I have to do to get you to come back?" the whine in his voice unmistakable.

"You know what, Josh," Jenna turned to look at him "anything you could have done, you didn't do, and now it's too late. Take what you have learned and apply it to your next relationship. I have." The last words were out before she could stop them.

"So there is another guy." She could hear the contempt in his voice

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is." The anger rising up within her all she wanted him to do was hurt the way she did. Before she knew what had happened she heard the tinkling of broken glass, the box she had been carrying ripped from her hands and thrown across the room, shattering against the far wall. Josh grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall, pinning her outstretched hands against it on either side of her head. Pressing his full length on her, she could feel the stiffening of his shaft against her belly. Holding her firmly, he dropped his head to the soft spot between her jaw and shoulder and nipped gently at her skin, alternating between light tongue strokes and gently bites. An involuntary moan escaped Jenna lips as Josh worked magic on the tense muscles along her shoulders. Jenna allowed her eyes to close; he certainly knew the right buttons to push, she would have to give him that. No matter how mad she was at him, he could always set her ablaze. He knew her body like a well-known roadmap, all the right places to touch and kiss. He released her hands from the wall and reaching for her bottom pulling her tighter against his body, his eager mouth coming down on hers, drawing her into a deep kiss that added fuel to the familiar sizzle through her stomach and into her pelvis. Dragging her fingers through his hair and down the nape of his neck, she relaxed into his arms. Josh's familiar kiss and touch setting off a need within her she wanted to release. Squeezing her between his body and the wall, his cock straining against the fabric between them, he rubbed against her seductively. Jenna could feel the desire building inside her, to have his hands and his fingers caressing her, his tongue licking her private parts. It had been so long since they had made love, or even touched each other for that matter. His hands on her skin igniting fires in all the right places. 

"Oh, yes." Her breath coming in sharp gasps and her knees going weak. The sound of her moans bringing her back to reality. 

"NO!!" Putting her hands on his chest, she shoved him away and stared at him hard. "No, this is over. Why are you so eager now? I couldn't get your attention if I danced naked in a fire, now I'm gone, now you want me." She reached out her palm connecting with the fleshy part of his cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "No! Never again. No!" She needed to escape, the trinkets left, she bolted out the backdoor. Stopping briefly on the landing before jumping in the truck and reversing hard out of the driveway. 

Jenna was still shaking when she pulled the truck into the driveway of her new home. The overhead garage door standing open, she could see Ben working at the workbench along the far wall, his back to her. Cutting the engine, Jenna sat gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white, the deep sobs catching in staccato hiccups, the intense need to heave burning in her throat. 

Ben turned when she slammed the truck door. "You don't look good. Are you alright?" he asked concern flashing across his face. 

"I...I'm fine." Jenna pressed the keys into his hands before turning toward the house. 

In her room, Jenna leaned against the door like she was trying to keep out monsters from an old horror movie. Her breath still coming in ragged hiccups, she closed her eyes and her head back against the solid wood door. The memory of what had just happened with Josh floating in her head. She thought about how his kisses could still set her body on fire. "If he was so good in the bedroom, why was he so lazy everywhere else? Maybe it was a man thing." Sliding down the door, she sat with her back against it until her breath returned to normal and the nausea that was threatening her stopped. 

Lifting herself off the floor, she walked slowly to the bed, sitting on it briefly before kicking off her shoes and peeling off her socks. Suddenly everything felt restrictive, walking into the bathroom; she saw her pale complexion looking back at her. "I look like shit." Running her hands over her tear stained face and down her long graceful neck. Standing in front of the mirror, her hands followed her gaze, running over her throat and down her chest, stopping briefly to cup her breasts over her clothes. The memory of Josh's hands on her body stirring those feelings she thought were long gone. Those feelings now making her feel dirty and disgusting. Jenna was angry with herself for responding to his touch in such a blatantly wanton way. "What was I thinking?" she chastised herself leaning in to start the water in the shower. "You weren't thinking. It's been a long time; you wanted some love and care, stop beating yourself up. You're allowed to want attention." The conversation raged on in her head, she peeled off the last of her clothes and stepped under the pelting stream of hot water. "Why couldn't it have been Ben that pinned her against the wall and wanted to make love to her?" Her eyes popped open "Where the hell did that come from?" Shocking even herself with the rogue thought of sleeping with her new roommate. 

Letting the water melt the stress of the day away, she poured a healthy glob of shampoo into her hand and started washing her hair, the feel of her own hands touching her hair and her skin sending sparks through her body. Rinsing the shampoo she added conditioner and waited, enjoying the hot water as it touched her skin. Taking the shower wand from its holder she adjusted the spray to the massage setting and held it over her shoulders. The sharp staccato pressure making her tense shoulder muscles relax. Moving the wand lower she experimented with the water jets on her bare breasts and stomach before grazing it over her soft hairless mound. The water touching her private area sent a shiver through her, leaning back against the shower stall, she aimed the jet at her sensitive clit. "Oh!" She had never played with a shower head before, thinking the water would somehow damage the delicate tissues there, now she didn't care and the water pressure and temperature was just right, not to mention the mood she was in. Josh had stirred the desire and Ben was standing there all sexy and concerned. "Damn, why was the world trying to torment her so. Two men, one who wanted her and she didn't want, one she wanted and couldn't have. Cruel jokes both of them." The water jet was hitting the absolute right spot, the intensity building in her body, pushing her higher, the familiar tingles igniting over her skin and deep inside her. 

"Oh My God!!" her voice echoing in the bathroom. The shower jet pulsing over her lips and clit with just the right amount of pressure. Trying to hold the wand steady and not break the climb, she was urgently pushed over the top. A loud moan escaped her throat. She hadn't experienced an orgasm that powerful in a very long time. Pressing her back into the stall wall, she gasped and letting the orgasm ebb before turning the pulsating water at her clit again. Jenna let the pleasure build, this time more quickly, the edge approaching faster, the explosion within her bigger than she had every felt before. Her core throbbing and twitching with every droplet of water that splashed against it. "Oh my god, Yyess..." 

Releasing the wand and letting it thump against the side of the shower, Jenna stood in the stall panting heavily, the tension in her body evaporated, leaving her weak and tired. 

Picking up the sprayer, she quickly rinsed the conditioner from her hair and turned off the water. Reaching for a fluffy towel she wrapped her hair into a turban, before pulling a second larger towel around her slippery body. Now examined her face in the mirror the color had returned, the ghostly pallor of earlier gone. 

Her thought wandered to Ben, out in the garage. "What made him so domestic?" He always had fluffy towels and soft cotton sheets. He seemed to enjoy all the feminine things, good food, clean laundry, sweet smelling air. He was attractive, masculine and buff, but he had this gentle softer side, an almost girly side she had only seen in her gay friends. "Is he gay?" the thought sped through her brain like a freight train. It didn't matter if he was, just a pity, he would be a great catch.

Shrugging into a soft cotton robe, she absently dried her long hair with the towel as she headed to the kitchen for a snack. Opening the door, she saw Ben standing against the island chopping vegetables for dinner. 

"Did you have a nice shower?" he asked a playful smile dancing across his face.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Friday morning Bill once again called in sick to work so he could devote the day to preparing me for my date with Victor. He hadn't taken two days off in a row in years and with the weekend coming he would be off work a total of four days, almost a mini-vacation. I did love the attention he was giving me.

After a quick shower I wrapped my long black hair in a towel. Bill once again oiled my bald pussy to keep it from getting razor rash. I leaned back against the sink my bare ass pressed against the cold porcelain made my nipples harden. Bill's oily fingers gunned in and out of my soaking snatch as his palm put pressure on my clit. I clutched the vanity and moaned. Bill fingered me until I was ready to explode with an orgasm. I groaned and whined when he removed his sopping fingers, "Don't stop, Bill, please don't stop."

He laughed and kissed my cheek, "Later, and don't finish yourself off either." 

I stuck my tongue out him. Bill just grinned and held my pink terry-cloth robe for me and I slipped into it. We went downstairs for breakfast.

Bill was sipping his coffee when I asked, "Why do you want me to not only go on a date with Victor but to fuck him? Do you want to watch? Do you want to be a cuckold? I just don't get it."

He paused and contemplated before answering, "No I don't want to watch Vic fuck you and I don't want to be a cuckold either. I looked it up in one of Megan's psychology books. I'm more a wittol than a cuckold. A cuckold is humiliated and demeaned and he finds that as exciting as his wife having sex with someone else. Where a wittol knows his wife is having sex with another man and doesn't mind. That's me."

"You haven't said anything to Megan?" I asked panic rising in my voice.

"Of course not. I do not discuss anything sexual with my college age daughter. What kind of pervert do you think I am?" Bill was hurt.

"I don't think you're a pervert I just don't understand why you don't mind if Vic has sex with me. Are you doing this because you want to have sex with someone else? Are you wanting a ménage à trios? Don't you love me anymore?"

Bill shuffled around the table and knelt by my side. He took my hands in his and said, "Stella I love you more than I ever have. I don't care to engage in a ménage à trios. The fact that Vic desires you makes me desire you that much more. If you hadn't noticed I've been having a hard time keeping my hands off of you. So no there is no one else I want sex with, just you, only you."

He pulled me up and embraced me. He gently stroked my face with his fingers. "I'm not sure I can explain it. Vic's been my friend since college. He's lost his wife and he's poured himself into his business. That's made him a lot of money but it hasn't made him happy. The only female I have seen him warm up to has been you. I think you can make Vic happy. If you don't want to have sex with Vic, don't. I thought you did. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do."

I clutched Bill to me and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. "I love you Bill. I guess sex with Vic was fantasy and the fact that it could become reality is a little frightening to me. Aren't you afraid that if I go through with this that I might fall in love with Vic and leave you?"

He smiled, "That's the least of my worries. Number one, you already love Vic. You have for years, it just hasn't been romantic or physical but love is love. He loves you too, in that same vein. Number two, Victor would slit his own throat before he would run away with my wife. He has too much honor. He loves me and you love me so I don't see you leaving me."

I was stunned by his confidence and I loved him even more. He trusted me so much with his heart. How could I break it? And, Bill had definitely gotten more amorous lately.

"Maybe, Victor wouldn't want to have sex with me." I offered.

Bill laughed and then said, "Maybe, if frogs had wings their asses went hit the ground when they jumped. Vic wants to have sex with you. He just doesn't know how to go about it. You'll have to take the lead. I have an idea."

I watched as Bill picked up the phone and dialed Victor's work number. "Tell him you're getting a room at the hotel where the banquet is being held so you can change there and won't wrinkle your dress by sitting for twenty minutes in the car. Tell him you'll meet him in the lobby of the hotel."

The phone was ringing when Bill handed it to me. A secretary answered and I said, "Vic Thorne, please. Stella Lockhart calling."

Bill knelt in front of me and swiveled my chair away from the kitchen table. He uncrossed my legs and untied my robe and it fell open revealing my nude body. He grinned at me as he savored my nakedness.

Vic's voice resonated, "Hello Stella, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Vic." I tried to push Bill away but he continued to push my legs apart until my bald pussy was splayed wide for him. He kissed my puffy pussy lips. I stifled a moan and felt the warm wetness flood my nethers.

"I just wanted to let you know that I was going to get a room at the hotel this evening." I began to squirm as Bill's tongue snaked its way into my slit.

"Why? You don't have to worry if you drink too much I'll drive you home," offered Victor.

Bill pushed two fingers into me and started going to town on my pussy. I began panting, "It's...it's not that...Vic I want to use the room before the banquet. I want to...to... put my dress on there. I...I don't want it to...to get wrinkled during the car ride to...to the hotel."

"I don't know Stella, seems like a lot of trouble."

"The room's already booked, Vic. I'll meet you in the lobby."

"Okay, if that's what you want. I appreciate you agreeing to do this Stella I'm really looking forward to this evening."

"Oh.. Oh.." I stuttered as Bill's tongue teased my clit from its hood. "See...you tonight." I hung up the phone and surrendered to my husband's oral stimulation.

I pinched my nibbles between my thumbs and forefingers. Bills fingers were flying in and out of my cunt. Sloppy wet smacking sounds filled the kitchen. Echoes of my moans followed. Bill knew I was close so he shoved his thumb into my butthole. With his finger in my pussy and his thumb up my ass I felt like a six-pack when he pressed them together inside me. He gently bit my clit. I screamed as an electrical charge raced from my pussy through my body to my brain and exploded with a white light of ecstasy.

Bill sat back and grinned at me as I caught my breath. "You look beautiful when you cum."

He stood up and held out his hand for me. I pushed his hand away and dropped to my knees in front of him. I ripped his pajama bottoms down in one fell swoop. He was hard and I grabbed his cock and felt it throb in my hand. I licked the length of it and it jumped in my face. I giggled.

I took the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked it. Bill gasped as his breath escaped him. I relaxed my throat and worked his entire shaft down it. I stayed like that for a moment letting Bill enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth. I slowly retreated back up his length until just the head remained and I twirl my tongue around it. Bill made to grab the table for support but he missed and slung an empty coffee cup onto the floor. 

He was getting weak in the knees as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick. I heard Bill groan begging for release. He said "I'm going to cum." 

I spat him out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and pulled the towel holding my hair off with one hand. Then he pulled my hair until my heard turned just right under his cock. Bill flogged himself with the other hand. He murmured as the first jet of jizz slapped across my cheek soon my face was covered with his cum. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it firmly milking the remaining drops of cum from it. 

Bill looked down at my splooge covered face and smiled. "I really love you."

"I love you too." I said as I picked up the towel from the floor and cleaned my face.

We went upstairs to dress. Bill insisted that he rub my pussy down again with baby oil again. I complied and allowed him work the oil and his fingers into the folds of my cunt. My excitement added to the moisture of the oil. Bill fingered me for several minutes before he allowed me to put on my panties. I noticed that my pussy lips were puffy with passion as I slipped my white panties on.

As I dressed in a simple white blouse and a gray knee-length skirt Bill packed me an overnight bag and grabbed the garment bag that contained my dress. We wouldn't be coming back to the house before my date. Bill had already arranged for me to get my hair and nails done. As we drove to the hair dresser I ask Bill what he was going to do while I was with Victor.

"I've been invited to a poker game at a colleague's house," he said.

We arrived at the hair dresser. Bill had made an appointment with one of the top stylists in town, not my regular beautician. Not only did Bill accompany me inside he was adamant about staying and supervising the process. He wanted my hair out of my face yet still show off the length. The hair stylist took the top half of my hair pulled into a bun and secured it with a clip. The remainder he twisted into a ponytail and pulled it through the bun. It hung loose against the back of neck and down my back.

I smiled approvingly and wondered when Bill learned so much about ladies hairstyles. The gay hairstylist gushed at the attention my husband was giving me and inquired if maybe tonight was a special occasion. Bill grinned and affirmed that tonight was definitely going to be special. He left a generous tip.

After the leaving the beauty shop we headed for the nail salon. Bill insisted that I get both a manicure and a pedicure. He thought my fingernails and toenails should be painted to match my dress. As we walked down the street toward the salon Bill pulled me into an alley he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me hard on the mouth. 

His tongue penetrated my mouth and searched for mine. I wrapped my arms around him and he immediately squeezed both my breasts. Bill had stopped me from putting on my bra before we left home. He said it was so I would be more comfortable but he really just wanted to cop a feel when the opportunity presented itself.

"Bill, someone will see." I whined through panted breaths. The threat of public exposure was an added exhilaration.

"I don't care. You're gorgeous and if I want to grope your big beautiful tits I will." He said and clinched down on my tits with his firm hands like a shopper testing a cantaloupe. I responded, "Oooh."

My nipples were as hard as stone and they were clearly visible against the white material of my blouse. Bill looked at them and gave each a playful pinch. He was pleased as I moaned in response. I was beginning to get warm deep in my belly and I felt my pussy moisten even more. He somehow sensed this and hustled me out of the alley and on toward the nail salon.

Bill had acquired a swath of the red chiffon material my dress was made of and gave it to the Vietnamese manicurist. She took it into the back to match the color meanwhile my hands and feet soaked in olive oil. She returned and started on my fingernails she filed them to a squoval shape before applying the red polish. 

While my fingernails dried she went to work on my feet. She dried them off and rubbed the bottoms of them with a pumice stone. She trimmed my toenails and then she stuck a cotton ball between each toe and painted each one.

Bill found an empty stool, snagged it and sat down next to the manicurist. I smiled at him unsure of his intentions. He simply pushed my knee over forcing me to spread my legs. The Vietnamese girl got a glimpse up my skirt and smiled at me. I could feel my panties clinging to my wet cunt giving me a camel toe. I was sure that she would have picked up my scent if it hadn't been for the odor of nail polish and other chemicals in the salon.

"You have good time tonight," she smiled at Bill.

We went to another beauty parlor. Bill had contacted a professional cosmetologist to apply my make-up. Once again Bill supervised trying to create a specific look. When the make-up artist was done and I looked in the mirror. I was amazed at the sexy look she had created with mascara, eye shadow and lipstick. 

"You look so beautiful and sexy," whispered Bill.

We grabbed a bite to eat at nearby bistro. We sat outside and watched pedestrians go by as we ate. We sat at table with four chairs. Bill sat next to me instead of across from me, which I thought was unusual until I felt his hand on my thigh. I tried to cross my legs as his hand travelled higher. He squeezed my thigh hard and shook his head negatively. I surrendered and opened my legs slightly. His hand was soon under my skirt and he ran a finger seductively up and down my wet slit.

"Why are doing this to me?" I complained.

"What am I doing?" He feigned innocently.

"Why are you teasing when you have no intention of pleasing me?"

"I'm teasing you for two reasons my dear. One, I enjoy doing it. I love how your body responds to my touch. It gives me great satisfaction. Two, I want you in a heighten state of arousal for Victor. He deserves your enthusiastic attention tonight."

I moaned as Bill slipped his hand through the leg hole of my panties and penetrated my pussy with his thumb. A businessman eating lunch at a nearby table poked his dinner companion and pointed at us. I smiled broadly at them and then closed my eyes as Bill somehow worked his forefinger up my butthole. He drew his finger and thumb together like I was a six-pack this placed pressure on my G-spot. 

I awkwardly clutched at the table and practically turned it over. I felt my face flush red and I had just about hit my peak when Bill pulled his hand from my crotch. I groaned in frustration and lay my head down on the table for just a moment.

After I composed myself I sat up, glared at him and asked, "Do plan to do this to me the rest of the day?"

He smiled and simply said, "Yep, and you're going to let me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, cause you like it. You like being teased. You like the thrill of maybe getting caught and you hope I slip up and actually get you to cum."

Bill asked a passing waitress for our check. She smiled and said that it had been taken care of by a businessman who said that he had enjoyed the lunch time floor show. I looked at Bill and blushed. He just smiled at the waitress and left her a big tip. As we left I swiveled my hips a little more than usual for the benefit of the bistro's patrons. Bill was really bringing out my inner slut.

We returned to the parking garage where we left our car. Bill went to the passenger side to unlock the door for me. Suddenly he commanded, "Give me your panties."

"What?"

"Stella, give me your panties. I want them right now."

Bill's eyes were full of lust and his voice choked with passion. His teasing was not simply exciting me it was inciting him as well. 

"Okay. I said and lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down, they hesitated for a moment clinging to the folds of my wet cunt. I grabbed his arm for support as I stepped out of them and then I handed them to him.

He put them to his face and inhaled deeply. "I love your pussy, Stella. Show it to me."

"What?"

"I said lift your skirt and show me your bald pussy."

I leaned back against the car with my feet shoulder width apart then I grabbed the hem of my skirt and raised it above my waist. I watched Bill's face as his eyes rested on my bald cunt. I didn't need a mirror to know that my pussy lips were swollen with lust and wet with desire. 

Bill's eyes filled with hunger and lust he unzipped his trousers and took his hard cock out and began to beat-off with abandon. He took his free hand and jammed two fingers into my gash. It took my breath away. 

I watched amazed as Bill masturbated both us. I noticed a security camera's blinking red light over Bill's shoulder as he continued to work his dick in his fist. I could hear footsteps echo through the garage and somewhere a car started. All this added to the exhilaration of the moment.

Bill was pressing his palm hard against my clit. It ventured from its hood seeking satisfaction. I was close to climax. Suddenly, Bill pulled his fingers out of me and leaned that wet hand against the car for balance. I groaned in protest at the frustrated emptiness I felt. 

Jet streams of cum shot from his cock and doused my naked pussy. A large wad of white landed on my exposed clit. I almost had an orgasm myself but couldn't and I stamped my foot in frustration. I dropped my skirt and leaned into Bill and groaned. "I need to cum, Bill"

Bill kissed my ear as he replaced his cock and did up his trousers. "I know Baby; just think how good it will feel when Victor gets his cock into you. I love you my sexy, Stella."

We got into the car and drove down to the booth where the parking attendant sat. I noticed the TV monitors in the booth and smiled at the attendant. He nodded and smiled back. I flashed him a look at my naked pussy as Bill paid him. He whistled and Bill pulled the car away.

"What was that? Flashing? Aren't you a glutton for attention." giggled Bill.

"Just a little tip for the attendant for doing such a good job watching the car." I giggled feeling sexy and slutty.

Bill's teasing and attention had done the trick I felt a confident sexiness. I was ready for my evening with Victor.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits. 

I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. I've deliberately increased the tension and conflict in this story. I don't think the storyline and characters support a calm relationship any longer. 

I know some folks feel that the Military hasn't been shown in a good light during this series. I disagree and will just say that it's not intentional. Having served in the military, I hold any and all military members or former members, in the highest regard. 

Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive. 

Thanks again. 

Troll Alert: You probably won't like this story. Save your righteous indignation for another category. 

***** 

"Was that really necessary?" Becca asked her boyfriend. 

DeShawn looked up from his phone and cocked his head at her. "What do you mean?" 

"Hang on, I'm going to go change. I can't believe I wore this and let you take a picture of me wearing it." She shook her head and walked into his bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out in shorts and a tank top. 

"Becca." DeShawn started as soon as she came back in the room. "What the heck to you want from me? We talked about this remember? You said you wanted me to be more dominant and you also said John would enjoy it." 

"I know I did DeShawn." Becca replied. 

"Well, now it seems like you've changed your mind and I could tell John was a mess, when we left. You said he'd enjoy this, get off on it, and thank me for it later." DeShawn took a sip of his beer, before he continued. "John didn't look like he was going to thank me Becca." 

"DeShawn, I enjoyed you being dominant. I can't explain it, and given my history, I shouldn't like it, but I do baby. I love it when you take control. I love it when you dominate me. The sex we had tonight was so amazing, I almost passed out." 

"Fine Becca, but it's not just you." DeShawn said softly. "John's here as well and he didn't like it. John didn't like us holding hands today and he didn't like the way I treated you two tonight." 

"DeShawn, John liked most of it. I'm sure of it. I know he masturbated after we left, so yes, John likes it." Becca said heatedly. "I think John's problem is that it's one thing to fantasize about it, but it's another thing to actually live it, and that's what he's dealing with right now." 

"We should have discussed it with John, Becca." DeShawn put his beer down hard on his table. "I should have talked with John about it, man to man." 

"We'll talk to John tomorrow, DeShawn. Ok?" Becca sat on his lap and put her arms around his shoulders. "Tonight, he'll have visions of me playing hostess for several black men and he'll probably blister his cock, jacking off." 

DeShawn laughed a little. "That's not nice Becca." 

"Yea well. John likes our relationship and thinking of me with you, really turns him on. He'll just have to deal with it." 

Becca's breasts pushed against DeShawn's chest pleasurably and his hands caressed her back. She leaned down and kissed him softly. Their kiss soon turned passionate and DeShawn stood up and carried Becca into his bedroom. 

As he laid her on the bed, she looked up at him. "Are your friends really coming over?" 

"No." He laughed. "That was just for your husband's benefit. My friends are across the dang state and Marcus has already headed back there." DeShawn's expression grew serious. "I would never share you Becca. If you were mine, I wouldn't let another man near you." 

Becca laughed as well. "Good." She pulled DeShawn down on top of her. "I'm yours tonight DeShawn. All yours." 

"I want you for more than just a night Becca." DeShawn said meaningfully. "I'm serious." 

"I know baby." Becca replied. "Tomorrow. We'll talk about it more tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to get fucked." 

DeShawn laughed and pulled off his clothes. 

* * * 

The cell phone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. Finally it stopped. 

Thank god, maybe Becca will get the hint, John thought angrily. 

Buzz. Buzzzz. Buzzz. The phone buzzed again, angrier now, more urgent. 

John cursed silently, reach over and picked up the phone. "What!" 

"John?" 

Shit. Not Becca. 

"Yea. Sorry. This is John." 

"Hi, John. It's Captain Mahoney. I apologize for calling you so early in the morning. I know you're on the east coast, but it's still 4:30 in the morning out there. 

John sat up and ran his fingers through hair, Captain Mahoney was the Commanding Officer of the Air Traffic Control Squadron. John and Becca had different jobs in the Air Force, but they were in the same squadron and John's boss's, boss, reported to Captain Mahoney. Becca had a different reporting chain of command, but it ended at the same person as John's, the squadron commander. The squadron commander was Captain Mahoney's boss. 

The bottom line? 

Whatever Captain Mahoney was calling about, only affected John, not Becca. It was also important, because Captain's didn't call junior enlisted members, on vacation, ever. They went through the chain of command, which meant John's boss should have been making this call. It's a military thing. An important military thing. 

"It's all right sir. I'm up now. What can I do for you?" 

"John we're in a tight spot. Did you know about a party that was being held this week?" 

"Only rumors Captain. It was supposed to be really big and everyone was invited. The rumor mill always had the location changing, the amount of people going kept growing and there was supposed to be some crazy entertainment, but no one knew any specifics." John took a breath. "Since Becca and I were going to be on vacation, I honestly didn't pay much attention sir." 

"Well, the party turned out to be real and it got out of hand. It was held off base last night and the cops got called to investigate it. Initial reports are that someone spiked people's drinks with ecstasy, there was some cocaine and marijuana found at the party and several dumbasses tried to drive home. Of course, they got stopped and received DUI's." 

John's mouth dropped open as the captain recited all the things that had been reported so far. "Holy Shit sir." John replied after the captain finished. "Wow. Holy Shit. What does this have to do with me captain?" 

"John, we lost over 18 controllers last night, three received DUI's and they're still at the police station. The remaining fifteen are not allowed to speak to aircraft, until they've had blood and urine tests done by the Flight Surgeon's office. I don't have enough air traffic controllers to man the facility, not even on a skeleton crew, so I'm calling you because I need you back. Yesterday." 

"I see sir." 

"The wing commander has given us 24 hours to get our situation squared away, but that's it. We can't have our airfield completely shut down any longer than 24 hours John. We're the busiest airfield in the Air Force and shutting down flying operations isn't an option." 

"I understand Captain. Ummmmm, shit. Well, let me call the airlines and see what I can do to switch my ticket. I-." 

"It's already done John." The captain interrupted. "The squadron commander called the airlines today and had your ticket switched. I'm honestly not sure how he did it, or what strings he pulled, or who he talked to, but there is a new ticket waiting for you at the airport." 

"Sir, I may need more than one ticket." John said slowly. 

"Of course, John. You're with your family." The captain swore under his breath. It was further proof that the situation was serious. The captain never swore, never cursed, and never even raised his voice. "Just use your Air Force credit card and I'll clear it with the squadron commander. When you get back, we'll file your travel expense report together and everything will be taken care of, I promise." 

John sighed. "Yes sir. What time do I leave?" 

"You're flight leaves at 7:00 am John." The captain said quietly. "I know that's not a lot of time, but the situation is that urgent." 

"No worries sir. I'll be there." 

"Thanks John. Listen, here's a point of contact at the airline. Call this person and let them know how many tickets you need, I assume three, but you let them know and they'll make sure there's a seat for you. Call them now John." 

"Yes sir." 

"Good man. Call me when you land in San Antonio." The captain instructed. "I'll need to give the squadron commander an update. Now I have to call four other people and deliver the same message. Safe travels John." 

"Thank you captain." 

John set his phone down and stared off into space for a long moment. The military wasn't a democracy and he didn't mind so much that his vacation was getting cut short. It was a serious situation and his unit needed him. It was Bethany that John's heart went out too, because this was her first time to visit Disney World and it looked like it was getting cut short. 

Becca. I need to reach Becca. 

John called her cell and it went straight to voicemail. Fuck! Becca, dammit! He cursed angrily, because it was either turned off or the battery was dead, either way, there was no way to tell when Becca would get his message. 

"Becca! Call me. It's urgent." 

He terminated the call and then called the airline point of contact, the captain had provided to him. Surprisingly, there was no computer, no preamble message, no wait time. An individual. A live individual answered the telephone. 

"Hi. My name is John and I'm with the USAF." He paused. "Captain Mahoney asked me to call you." 

"Yes sir. I have your information and the information of the people traveling with you. How many return tickets do you need?" 

"Uhhh. Good question." John made a snap decision. "I need two for sure. I may need another one, but I don't know until later." 

"No problem. What's the name of the person you need a ticket for, Bethany or Becca?" 

"Bethany." 

"Ok. You're all set. I've switched your return tickets and your new tickets will be waiting for you at the counter. I've upgraded you at no cost, so you'll be able to board right away." 

"Thank you." 

John set the phone down and used the rest room. He called Becca again. He knew the chances she'd answer were less than 1%, but he wanted to keep her updated, even if it was through voicemail. 

"Becca. I'm flying back today. I'm also taking Bethany with me, unless I hear from you. Call me when you get this message. My flight leaves at 7:00, so I am packing now and I'll be leaving for the airport within 30 minutes." 

John set the phone down, but only after he turned up the volume on the ringer. He didn't want to miss Becca's call, if she called him, it was early enough that he wasn't entirely sure, she was even up yet. It wasn't likely. John shook his head and focused on the task at hand, he didn't have time to think about his wife right now. He sure as hell didn't want to reflect on that last thought either. 

Packed! I need to get packed. I should separate Becca's crap and leave it in the room. He took a deep, calming breath. OK, get a grip. Plan on Becca staying in Florida. You'll leave with Bethany and head back to Texas. If Becca calls, great, if not, you've got a plan. 

Separating Becca's stuff took the longest, because Bethany's clothes were never really unpacked. It was easier to keep everything in the suitcase and just take out a new outfit each day. John was ready to go within 20 minutes. 

Still no call back from Becca. 

"Hey baby-girl." John said quietly. He shook Bethany gently and after a minute, she opened her eyes. A smiled grew on her face, as she looked up at her dad. John never got enough of looking at his beautiful daughter. 

"Daddy." Bethany sat up and hugged John tightly. "I gotta go pee, daddy." 

"Ok baby." 

Bethany insisted on doing it herself, of course, which was fine, because she'd already mastered using the restroom. It was a new enough skill though, that she was still proud of it. John gave her another hug when she finished and washed her hands. 

"Bethany. Something bad happened at work and daddy needs to go back home. OK?" 

"Did someone get an owie?" 

John chuckled, because it was Bethany's way of describing everything bad or painful. He nodded at his little girl. "Yes. A bunch of people got owie's at daddy's work and now I have to go back, otherwise there won't be anyone there to talk to the planes." 

"Ok daddy." Bethany smiled up at her father. "Will I get to see Mickie and Minnie again?" 

John knelt down and hugged Bethany. "Yes baby. I promise. We'll come back really soon and see Mickie and Minnie." 

"Yayyy!" Bethany smiled widely and grabbed her new favorite stuffed animal. Actually she had several new favorite stuffed animals, but John had left Donald Duck out and that's the one she held. 

"Read to go tiger?" John asked. 

Bethany nodded, but looked around. "Where's mommy?" 

"Mommy is visiting friends right now baby, remember Mr. DeShawn? Well, that's who mommy's visiting. You and daddy are going home today and mommy may stay here. Is that ok?" 

"Yea." Bethany said slowly. "I miss mommy." 

"Me too pumpkin." 

John left it at that and he held Bethany's hand and pulled his suitcase towards his rental car. Outwardly bright and happy, John was a jumble of emotions inside. The situation back at the base, must really be bad, because it was unusual to pull individuals off of their vacation leave. The stress and tension in the captain's voice was completely out of character for the man and John suspected there was a lot more to the situation than the captain told him. 

No surprise there, junior enlisted people are the last folks to know anything. 

Military Air Traffic Controllers were carefully monitored, like their civilian counterparts, and they were forbidden from taking any medication that could potentially impact their ability to separate aircraft. Aside from over the counter Tylenol and Motrin, ATC controllers weren't allowed to take any medications and ATC controllers also saw Flight Surgeons, not regular doctors, so they were handled differently by the medical community as well. They were also required to get at least 10 hours of rest in between shifts. 

Prison was a distinct possibility if an aircraft crashed and a blood or urine test revealed the controller on duty was impaired in any way. It was serious stuff. If John's friends had consumed drinks spiked with drugs, the shit was hitting the proverbial fan. They were...in a word...fucked! All of this passed through John's head as he drove to the airport. 

The airport was surprisingly empty, when John arrived and checked in, the security check was routine and they sailed through it. One of the TSA agents handed Bethany a sucker, which made her day, John would have preferred to avoid the sugar, but Bethany's smile was so cute, he didn't object. Fortunately, there was a food court and John was able to replace the pure-sugar sucker for something marginally better for Bethany. John left another message for Becca. 

Still no call from Becca, he thought. It's only 6:00 am John. You wouldn't be awake, if you hadn't received the call. 

Bethany saw more toys and stuffed animals in a gift shop and she pulled John over. Despite his objections, Bethany was able to add a few t-shirts, a snow globe and a Goofy hat to her souvenir collection. John smiled as he swiped the Air Force credit card. 

Maybe the captain will approve it, if not, I'll pay for it myself. 

The boarding process started, and since he had Bethany, he was one of the first to board. It also looked like the airline gave him priority boarding access. He checked his phone for the millionth time, nothing. No call, no text. Nada. John left another message for Becca, before they started boarding. 

John got Bethany situated and turned off his phone. He left Becca another message though, before he turned it off. He could have left it on, the airlines allowed that nowadays, but he had a long day of travel and he didn't want the battery to die while he was driving through west Texas. 

* * * 

Becca stirred and stretched in bed, her body was warm and sore in all the right places. A soft, smile crossed her face as she came awake slowly and eventually opened her eyes, she was facing away from DeShawn, but she could feel the warm from his body. Her cell phone lay on the night stand and she remembered setting the alarm. 

I must be up early, she thought. That's surprising. Especially since DeShawn and I fucked almost all night. 

She fumbled it a little, but eventually Becca was able to pick up her cell phone. She pushed the buttons, but the screen stayed blank and it took several more tries, before she realized the battery was dead. 

God, I always do that. Fuck. I hope it's not too late. 

Becca rolled over and intended to get up, but when she saw DeShawn lying next to her, his body partially covered by the sheets, she stopped and stared. His muscular body was amazing, and his chest and abs literally made her drool. DeShawn had the body of a fitness model and the gorgeous face of an actor and his other parts were, well they were big enough for movies as well. A nasty smile crossed her face and Becca slid her hand under the sheet. 

Hmmmm. I LOVE the morning! She thought happily. 

Her head followed her hand and Becca slipped under the sheet and took DeShawn into her mouth. He was almost fully hard and after a few seconds, his cock felt like warm, hard granite. It tasted amazing and something blew up inside Becca, she thrust her mouth hungrily on DeShawn's cock. Becca was singularly focused on blowing DeShawn's mind and making his cock explode in her mouth, the way it had done all last night in her pussy. 

A groan echoed through the room and DeShawn's hips thrust upward, pushing his shaft deeper in Becca's mouth and throat. Becca felt pressure on her head, forcing it down, and she knew DeShawn had his hand on the back of her head. A moan of pleasure, of submission, burst out of her mouth and around his cock, she loved this, needed this from DeShawn, and he was happy to be dominant with her. 

"That's it, suck it!" DeShawn's voice was dripping with lust. "God, here I cum." 

His hand held her head down and his cock exploded in her mouth. Becca experienced a mild orgasm, as she swallowed DeShawn's creamy cum, savoring the taste, the texture and the overwhelming pleasure of bringing her man pleasure. Becca rested her head against DeShawn's well-defined and rock hard abs, when he finished and she felt safe, happy and completely confused at her situation. 

"Hey you." DeShawn said softly, as he lifted the sheet. 

"Hmmm. Good morning." Becca murmured. 

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that for me." 

"You're welcome and please stop thanking me. I love doing that for you DeShawn." 

"Yes Ma'am." DeShawn replied and pulled Becca up next to him. "I really like waking up next to you honey." 

Becca snuggled against DeShawn's body. It wasn't lost on her that he called her 'honey', because it was the first time he'd used a term of endearment, rather than her name. It was soft and intimate and it was also completely new for both of them.  

"I like everything about sharing a bed with you Becca." DeShawn kissed her head softly. "I want to share more than just a bed though Becca, I want to share everything with you. I want to share my life with you Becca." 

Becca didn't respond. She didn't know what to say or how to react, so she settled for simply nodding and she pulled DeShawn's arm tighter around her. They were spooning and Becca had her back to his chest and she wrapped herself in his arms. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



"You don't want to talk about it, do you?" 

"DeShawn, I don't know what to say or how to begin. I'm not even sure what we're talking about anymore." Becca sniffed softly and wiped her eyes. "What are you saying DeShawn?" 

Her lover was silent for a full minute, before he tightened his arms around Becca, and whispered into her ear. "Becca. I want you to choose me. I want you to bring Bethany and move to Florida, so we can be together. If you can't get to Florida, then I'll take a training slot in Texas. Either way, I want us to be together, a real family. John is a nice guy, but he's not right for you Becca and we both know it." 

"DeShawn-." 

"Stop. Don't say anything right now Becca. Just think about it. I'm completely serious. Please just spend the night with me this week and let's continue to talk about it." DeShawn kissed her cheek softly. "I'll adopt or re-adopt Bethany, I never should have let her go in the first place. I want both of you in my life, permanently." 

Tears had formed in Becca's eyes when DeShawn started and she was openly crying when he finished. The tone of his voice was serious and beautiful and it touched Becca deeply, her emotions were completely jumbled, torn and shredded. DeShawn was gorgeous, handsome and everything she was attracted to in a man. John was also good-looking, patient, loving and an amazing father to their daughter. Becca didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say and wasn't sure what the right decision was in this case. 

"C'mon." DeShawn pulled her gently. "Let's take a shower." 

Becca resisted, but only for a moment, and then let her gorgeous, naked lover pull her into the shower. DeShawn insisted on washing her body and he ran the sponge slowly over her naked, wet skin. The experience was delicious on several levels, it was intimate and erotic and Becca felt herself sink into the moment. DeShawn's muscled body moved against hers as he washed her and, once again, she felt herself loving the contrast in their skin tones. Her attraction to black men ran deep within her and DeShawn was everything she always wanted in a man. The fact that he was black, was simply icing on an extremely delicious beefcake. 

Once her body was washed, Becca did her hair, because she didn't trust DeShawn to do it right. Yes, it was just washing it, but he was still a guy, a gorgeous, sexy guy, but still a guy, and she knew he wouldn't do it right. She offered to wash his body, but he shook his head. 

"If you do that Becca, we'll end up back in bed." He flashed his sexy smile at her. "Besides, I want to take you out tonight and you'll need all your energy." 

"Hmmm." Becca purred. "Is that right?" 

"Yes." He kissed her passionately. "It is." 

They finished in the shower, without attacking each other, and got dressed. Becca had brought a few things over and DeShawn had also bought her some clothes, in preparation for her visit. Becca looked at her boyfriend curiously. 

"How did you know my size?" 

Embarrassment washed over DeShawn and he ducked his head. "I might have noticed when we were together last time." 

"Is that right?" Becca laughed. "Well who bought the clothes then?" 

"A friend." DeShawn replied and then saw Becca's look, and added quickly. "Just a friend, Becca. Honestly, nothing has ever happened between us, and she's actually married to a good friend of mine, so nothing will ever happen between us. I just needed help and she offered." 

"Well, you're lucky, because I like her taste in clothes." Becca replied with a smile. "Nice brands too." 

"Cool. I gave her a budget and your sizes and let her spend it anyway she wanted." 

"Wow. That's pretty smart, Mister." 

"I'd do the same for you Becca." DeShawn said softly. "I'd love to have someone to spoil. I've been single for a while, so aside from my car, I usually just save and invest my money." He held up a hand. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not rich, but I do surprisingly well." 

"Hmmm. Are you trying to sell me something?" 

DeShawn walked over and took her into his arms. "Yes." He looked deeply into her eyes. "Becca, I'm trying to sell you a different life. One you share with me. I want you to know that it's not just sex for me. I want a woman to share my life, a woman who will build a family with me and someone who will sit with me on a porch swing and watch our grandchildren play. So yes, I'm selling you something Becca. I just hope you'll invest in me, in us, I promise you won't regret it." 

"DeShawn, I-." Becca dropped her head for a moment. "I don't know what to say. You know I'm attracted to you and what we have together is amazing, but I'm not sure I'm ready to leave my husband." 

"Not sure?" DeShawn smiled. "Well, at least you're thinking about it." 

"I am DeShawn." 

"That's all I want Becca." He hugged her tightly. "I'll make you happy Becca." 

She smiled at her lover. "I know you will DeShawn." 

"I'm not done impressing you Becca." DeShawn replied with a quirky smile. "I'm going to make you breakfast. I can cook too." 

"You can cook?" Becca asked in mock surprise. "Well in that case, I'm all yours!" 

They both laughed and DeShawn started to leave the bathroom. 

"DeShawn? Do you have an extra phone charger? My phone is dead." 

"Yea. I have an extra. Let me get it for you." 

DeShawn returned a few minutes later and handed her the phone charger. "Here you go." 

"Thanks handsome." She smiled at her lover and took the charger. "What time is it anyway?" 

He flicked his eyes at his watch. "It's 10:00 a.m." 

"What?" Becca asked surprised. "Shit! John is going to be pissed. My god, I can't believe I slept in so late." 

"Becca relax." DeShawn said in a calm voice. "We'll skip breakfast and head right to the hotel. We'll talk to John and explain everything and it'll give me a chance to apologize. Besides, he may even be in one of the parks already. I'll give him a call. You get ready." 

DeShawn left to call John and Becca looked at her reflection in the mirror. 

"Ok. God, he's going to be upset." 

* * * 

John glanced over at Bethany and a gentle smile grew on his face. His daughter was sleeping soundly, holding her Shamoo doll tightly, and using it as a pillow. Donald Duck was in her carry-on. Poor Donald didn't stand a chance after she saw the big Shamoo doll. Bethany had a little trouble with her ears as they climbed to cruising altitude, but they cleared eventually and she dropped off to sleep. She insisted on the window seat, even though she didn't see much before she fell asleep and that left John in the uncomfortable center seat, but he didn't care. 

She's so beautiful, John thought. 

"You have a beautiful daughter." A cool, sultry voice washed over him. 

John looked over at the lady seated in the aisle seat. He'd deliberately avoided looking at her, because she was gorgeous. A petite brunette, just a little younger than John, wearing a Disney World t-shirt that showed off her impressive curves and left little to the imagination. 

"Thank you." He replied sincerely. 

She smiled at him. "Is San Antonio home for you two?" 

"Uh. No. Actually we're about 150 miles west. It's a little town called Del Rio." 

The lady laughed. "I know it. You're right, it is a little town." 

"How do you know Del Rio?" 

"The Rodeo. Del Rio has one of the biggest rodeos on the circuit. It's called Dale Gas and it's a big deal." She smiled at John. "I'm Renee, by the way." 

"John." They shook hands. "I remember the signs for that Rodeo, but I've never been." 

"It's fun." Renee replied. "My ex-boyfriend was a bull rider, and a jerk, but it was the bull riding that took us to Del Rio." 

"Ahhh. I see." 

They both looked at each other for a moment longer, before she blushed slightly and turned back to her IPad. John sensed that she wanted to continue talking, but he had no idea what to say. He pushed his own nose back into his magazine and tried to stop thinking about Renee. It was hard, because of his situation with Becca. He checked his watch. 

Another two hours. I'll turn my phone on, once we get on the road home. 

* * * 

DeShawn looked over at Becca. "Still no answer." 

"Shit!" Becca said softly. "DeShawn it's not like John not to answer his phone." 

"It's ok Becca. I'm sure he's just with Bethany and they're having fun." 

DeShawn reached over and grasped Becca's hand softly. He was driving them back to their hotel, with the convertible top down, and he loved the way Becca's hair blew in the wind. 

I'm sorry about the way I treated John yesterday, but I'm not sorry about being late today. Becca is so easy to be with and she's so fucking amazing. John's a great guy, but I want Becca, she belongs with me. All's fair in love and war and I'm better than John at both. 

Becca slid quickly out of the car, when they arrived, and she hurried down the sidewalk. DeShawn caught up with her easily and took her hand in his and Becca smiled at him and squeezed his hand. They walked together, up to John and Becca's hotel room. 

"Oh my god." Becca replied softly, when she let herself into the room. "John's gone." 

DeShawn checked each room. "Yea, he's definitely taken his stuff and Bethany's stuff. All of your stuff is still here, but the rest is gone." 

Becca sat down on the couch and started sobbing. "I can't believe he left me here." 

"Shhhh." DeShawn held her softly. "It's ok. We'll find a way to work it out Becca. I promise." He rubbed her arms softly and kissed her head. "Why don't you check out of the hotel, save yourself some money, and come stay with me." 

"No. What if John comes back?" 

"Becca, honey. John's not coming back. I don't know where he is, but he didn't take all of his stuff, just to come back later." He pulled Becca onto his lap. "Come stay with me. You'll be safe and we can look for John together." 

Becca nodded against DeShawn's chest, as tears continued to stream down her face. "I can't believe he left me." She whispered. 

DeShawn eventually laid Becca down on the couch and he packed her belongings. It didn't take very long and DeShawn smiled privately at all the lingerie and thong underwear that Becca packed. 

I can't wait to see her wear this stuff. 

It took some convincing, but Becca finally agreed to check out of the hotel. DeShawn carried her stuff to his car and they drove back to his condo. It was a quiet ride, but Becca held his hand firmly. DeShawn wasn't sure if she needed reassurance or just wanted to be close to him, but he'd figure it out later. The bottom line, was that Becca was staying with him, while they looked for John. 

"How's your phone?" 

Becca shrugged. "It's at your condo. It was completely dead when we left, so I thought I'd let it charge. I didn't expect to need it today." 

"That makes sense." He gave her a wide smile. "I'll bet you have messages from John waiting for you Becca." 

"I hope so." She turned in her seat and faced DeShawn. "I just can't believe he'd leave and take Bethany. We've been planning this trip for months." 

"It's not like John, that's for sure. At least the John I know." 

"It was the other night DeShawn, I'm sure of it. We pushed him too hard." Becca shook her head. "I know he likes watching me, but I honestly thought he'd enjoy all of it." 

"He didn't Becca." DeShawn said shortly. "I wish I had talked to him first or afterwards. We should have spent some time with him and explained everything." He paused and blew out a big breath. "Now, I don't think that's why he left, but it's something we need to make sure we talk to him about." 

"I agree." Becca's hand ran over DeShawns shoulder and arms. "Thank you DeShawn, for helping me. I would have panicked if you hadn't been there." 

"Becca, you're welcome." DeShawn said sincerely. "I'll always be there for you." 

"I believe you." 

DeShawn and Becca arrived a short time later at his Condo and Becca rushed to her phone, as soon as they got inside. 

"Oh my god. I have like five messages." Becca's eyes were bright and excited. 

DeShawn smiled and nodded, while she frantically checked her voice mail. A variety of emotions played over her face as listened to her messages. He walked into his kitchen to get both of them a soda and also give her a little privacy. 

Becca listened to John's first message. 

"Becca! Call me. It's urgent." 

"Becca. Just a quick update. I'm flying back today. I'm also taking Bethany with me, unless I hear from you. Call me when you get this message. My flight leaves at 7:00, so I am packing now and I'll be leaving for the airport within 30 minutes." 

I'm at the airport Becca and Bethany is with me. We're flying back home. There was a really bad situation at work and several air traffic controllers are unable to work. I'll explain more when I talk to you. 

Last message Becca. Plane's about to take off. Call when you can. 

"Thank god!" Becca breathed. She rested against the counter for a moment and let relief flow through her. Finally she looked over at DeShawn. "John got called back to work. There is a problem in his section and he got recalled." 

"Wow. Is everything ok?" 

"I'm not sure." Becca dialed his number, but got his voicemail, he held up her hand to DeShawn and left her husband a message. "John. Honey. God, you scared me. I'm sorry I missed your calls this morning, my phone was dead. I got your messages, please call me when you can. Bethany? Is she ok? Please call?" 

"So what now?" DeShawn asked when Becca ended her call. 

Becca slid onto DeShawn's lap and kissed him passionately. "Now that I know everything's ok, I'm horny." She said huskily when their lips finally parted. 

"Horny huh?" 

She didn't respond, she just ripped his t-shirt off his body and ran her hands over his muscular chest and arms. Her lips followed her hands, tracing his muscles with little kisses. Becca fumbled with the clasp of his cargo shorts. 

"Becca, stop!" DeShawn said quietly and held her hand in his, until she met his eyes. "Stop!" 

"What? Why?" 

"Because Becca." He gently pushed Becca off his lap and put his t-shirt back on. "I'm not a dildo, Becca. You can't just use me to get yourself off, anytime you want, especially seconds after you call your husband. Didn't you hear me this morning? Haven't you heard a thing I've said to you?" 

"DeShawn-." Becca began. 

"Listen." DeShawn interrupted. "Our situation doesn't work for me any longer. I want more than a sexual relationship with you Becca." DeShawn stood up and walked over to a window and stared out for a few seconds, before he turned back to Becca. "It may have started out innocently, but my feelings for you have grown and I don't want to share you anymore. It sucks. It sucks and it's not enough. John's a great guy and I never wanted to hurt your marriage, but I won't lie about my feelings for you." 

Becca sat on the couch and looked up at DeShawn. "I don't know what to do DeShawn. I don't know what to say either, my feelings for you have grown as well, but you know I love my husband." 

"You're not even going to give us a chance, are you?" 

"What do you mean DeShawn?" 

"Stay." 

"Stay?" 

"Yes Becca." DeShawn sat down next to her. "Your airline ticket isn't until Saturday. That's four days from today. Stay with me this week. It'll be just you and I and we can see if we're really a good match. We can spend time together like a normal couple. You can meet my friends and we can get to know each other outside the bedroom." DeShawn laughed softly. "We already know we're compatible inside the bedroom." 

"DeShawn-." 

"Please." DeShawn asked softly. "It's important to me Becca. I'm sure it will be important to you as well. You don't want to look back on us and always wonder 'what if'." 

DeShawn's eyes reflected a vulnerability, Becca never expected to see in him and it touched her deeply. Truthfully, her feelings for DeShawn had grown as well, but Becca didn't think they would amount to anything. John was her husband, a good husband, and he was an amazing father to Bethany. DeShawn was a guilty pleasure, a sexy indulgence, and that's where things should have ended. 

Things didn't end there. Not for me and not for DeShawn. God, he's perfect and he wants me! 

Life got in the way and now DeShawn wanted more, a lot more and Becca knew if she stayed, her life wouldn't be the same. It wasn't just her life though, John's would be changed and so would Bethany's. 

Can I say yes? 

Better question...Can I say no? 

"Ok DeShawn. I'll stay the week with you." 

The smile that broke over DeShawn's face conveyed a single emotion. Happiness. Becca looked at her lover and knew she would never forget that look of happiness on his face, if she lived to be 100 years old. Hunger, raw hunger, took over DeShawn's face and Becca's desire flared to life, when she saw his eyes smoldering with lust. Becca felt herself wilt in front of his beautiful brown eyes, her heart raced at the thought of DeShawn's body on top of hers. 

"Condom." The word burst out of Becca, more of a croak than an actual word. "Please. Before we get started." 

His eyebrows rose suddenly and DeShawn cocked his head at Becca. "What? Why?" 

Becca kissed him softly, before responding. "DeShawn, I know we discussed me getting pregnant again and John approved as well, but everything's changed now. I don't know how John will react to me staying here. I don't know what this will do to our marriage." Becca sighed. "What I do know, is that I don't want to trap you by getting pregnant. That's no way to start a relationship DeShawn and it's no way to end one with John." 

Silence settled between them and DeShawn considered Becca's words as he stared at the beautiful blonde. She was right. The plan was for her to see if she could get pregnant again and go back with John. They'd follow the same process with the new baby, as they followed with Bethany. Now that Becca was staying however, it changed everything. 

It doesn't change how I feel about her, that's for damn sure. I'd love to have children with Becca. Boys. I hope we have boys!! 

"Becca." DeShawn began slowly. "I want to have children with you. I'm completely serious. I don't want to wait, I don't want to put this off any longer. If you decide to stay with John, I can accept that, but I still want to have children with you." 

"DeShawn are you sure?" Becca looked at him hopefully. "I don't want you to have any regrets. I don't want you to resent me later." 

His strong arms circled Becca and drew her close to him. She loved the smell of his body, his cologne and his skin. It was intoxicating. The muscular arms made her feel safe and his voice washed over her like a warm breeze. 

"Becca. I would never regret having children with you. I will never resent you. That will never happen." 

The words were exactly what Becca hoped to hear and something burst within her. She covered DeShawn's mouth with hers and pressed herself against him. It was longer, but it felt like mere seconds, before they were both naked and DeShawn was pushing inside her. 

A moan of pure pleasure and contentment burst out of Becca, when DeShawn pushed inside her deliciously. He didn't hurt anymore, he felt right, he felt amazing and Becca loved the full, slightly stretched feeling DeShawn gave her. Becca's moan was followed by a similar moan from DeShawn, he pushed all the way inside her and held himself there, letting them both revel in the exquisite pleasure of raw, primal sex. 

"DeShawn, take me, please." Becca begged. "Please baby." 

Slowly at first, DeShawn pushed in and out of Becca, each thrust bottomed out and he held himself deeply inside her, before he slowly withdrew, all the way to the entrance. Becca whimpered each time he withdrew and DeShawn answered her by pushing back hard. The combination of hard thrusts and slow sex, had Becca going crazy and her first orgasm washed over her as DeShawn pushed inside of her. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



Powerful. Hard. Just like Deshawn, the orgasm stole her breath and Becca felt light-headed as DeShawn looked down at her, a small smile on his face. He's so fucking gorgeous. 

He pressed his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear. "Do you need a break?" 

"No. DeShawn no. Please, I need you." 

Words stopped as DeShawn kissed her softly and increased his pace. It wasn't long, before he was pummeling Becca and her cries and grunts were clear evidence that she loved the way DeShawn fucked. Becca grasped his ass tightly and pulled him had on each thrust, trying to get him as deep as possible inside her. 

"I'm cumming, Becca." 

Becca spread her legs as wide as possible and tilted her hips up against DeShawn, so his cock met no resistance as he pushed inside her and another orgasm flooded through her as she felt DeShawn jet strongly inside her. Once, twice, hell, four or five times, DeShawn filled her completely and she loved the warm glow his seed produced in her. DeShawn's body relaxed on top of Becca and she ran her fingers down his back, enjoying the sweaty, muscular body above hers. DeShawn made her feel feminine, in a way John couldn't. 

It's not John's fault, Becca thought quickly. It's just that DeShawn is so masculine and gorgeous and sexy and fuck! He's just fucking everything. God, I want his baby. I want a boy. 

Twice more, DeShawn and Becca came together and fucked themselves silly. Neither one could get enough of the other, Becca's decision to stay the rest of the week, opened the floodgates of desire between them. They both sensed their relationship deepen. DeShawn took Becca in a variety of positions, always taking control, pushing inside her and flooding her womb. When they were both finally sated, Becca dropped off to sleep, the tension of the morning and lack of sleep the night before, robbed her of energy. She drifted off to sleep, with the warm afterglow of good sex, amazing orgasms and DeShawn's cum inside her. DeShawn watched her sleep for several minutes. 

Damn. I can't do anything the easy way! He thought wryly. I met the perfect woman and she's married to a great guy. Fuck! Well DeShawn, spoil her this week, open your life to her and hopefully she'll choose you. It's as fair a process as possible. She may still choose John, but at least you gave it your best shot! 

DeShawn slipped out of bed and walked into his living room, he grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and stepped out onto his balcony. The condo was in a very nice area, it was three blocks from the beach and it over-looked the amazing pool in the complex. The condo was owned by his parents, but they never used it and he'd already offered to buy it from his dad. 

I can sell this thing quickly and painlessly and buy a home for Becca and me. We'll have plenty of room for little rug-rats running around. Becca needs to meet mom and dad. I want them to meet her and get to know her. 

The sound of Becca's phone ringing brought DeShawn back into his condo. 

"Hello." 

"DeShawn?" It was John. 

"Hi John. Yes, it's DeShawn." 

"Hey DeShawn, is Becca available?" 

"John, Becca is sleeping right now. She was pretty broken up about finding your hotel room empty. It really scared her man." 

"I left her several messages DeShawn, it couldn't be helped. I had to get back." 

"John, believe me, I understand. I get short notice calls all the time, dude. I get it. It's just the Becca was really worried and I guess, she was more tired than she realized." 

She was tired. All the sex we've been having is the real reason she's tired. 

"Ok. Will you tell her I called? I landed in San Antonio and I'll be on the road for another two hours." 

"John, of course." DeShawn replied sincerely. "I'll tell Becca you called and make sure she calls you back." 

"Thanks DeShawn." 

"John, you gotta sec?" 

"Sure, what's up?" 

DeShawn took a breath. "Listen, about the other night. I'm sorry, I was so aggressive. Becca told me she'd like it and that you would like it as well. When we left that night, I could tell you were upset and I'm sorry man." 

A moment of silence hit the phone line. 

"DeShawn thank you for the apology. You're right, I was upset and confused and it just seemed out of character for you." John sighed. "I'd be lying though, if I said I didn't enjoy it. I just wish I'd been warned ahead of time." 

"I hear you John. Thanks for understanding." 

"You're welcome. DeShawn did Becca say when she was going fly out?" 

"Fly out?" 

"Yea, back to Texas. I didn't have a chance to make arrangements for her, but when she changes her flight, I have a point of contact for her." 

"John let me have that airline point of contact and I'll give it to Becca." 

John fished through his wallet, careful to keep his eyes on the road, and gave it to DeShawn. He was a little surprised to hear Becca hadn't started making arrangements to come back to Texas, but he figured she was just tired. 

"I'll give her the information man." DeShawn said after he copied it down. "I'll also have Becca call you, when she wakes up." 

"Thanks DeShawn." 

"You're welcome. Drive safely." 

The phone call terminated and DeShawn sat down heavily on his couch. He flipped on ESPN and turned the volume down. A conflicting blend of emotions ran through him, as he stared at the TV and tried to come to grips with his situation. 

John's a good guy. 

So are you! 

Becca is married to John. 

True, but she's clearly attracted to you. 

"Hey gorgeous." Becca's voice washed over him and he looked over. His lover walked out of his bedroom, wearing one of his t-shirts and looking amazing. 

"Damn Becca. You're the only woman I know, who can turn an old T-shirt into lingerie." 

A soft laugh escaped Becca as she sat next to DeShawn and leaned against him. "You're crazy. You know that?" 

"Crazy about you." 

"Mmmmmm. Feelings mutual baby." Becca sighed. 

DeShawn enjoyed the quiet, comfortable feeling of Becca leaning against him. It was nice, it was quiet and it was deliciously intimate. He put his arm around his lover and pulled her against him, kissing her head softly. 

"This is nice Becca." 

"Yes it is." 

"I don't want it to end, but you need to know something," 

"What's that baby?" 

"John just called." DeShawn's voice was short and Becca pulled back and looked at him, her eyes searching his for a reaction. "You should call him back honey." 

A deep, long sigh emanated from Becca and she nodded softly. "You're right." She kissed him quickly. "Mind if I call him from the balcony? It may be a difficult conversation." 

"Whatever you want Becca." 

A few minutes later, Becca sat on DeShawn's balcony, slowly dialing John's number. She wanted to talk to her husband and she wanted to check on Bethany, however Becca didn't want to have the conversation about staying in Florida. 

"Hello, Becca?" 

"Hi John. How are you? How is Bethany?" 

John sighed. "It's good to hear your voice baby. I'm fine and Bethany's asleep. I'm about an hour away from home, so I'll be home soon." 

"John, I'm so sorry about letting my phone battery go dead. Honey, it was an accident." 

"Becca." The smile was obvious in John's voice. "It's ok. You've done it like 100 times, so it's no surprise baby." 

"Holy Shit! John what the hell happened?" 

"I don't know everything Becca, but it looks like we lost several controllers due a big party. I guess there were drugs and stuff there, so they've all been taking off of controlling status. You know how rigid they are with Air Traffic Controllers." 

"Yea baby. I know." 

"Well, it's not like they can take Joe Shmo off the street and have him speak to aircraft. It's doesn't work that way, so the Captain recalled everyone on leave. It sucks, but I understand why it's being done." 

"Ok baby. I understand." Becca paused. "How's my baby?" 

"Bethany's great. She totally charmed the flight attendants and everyone around her. She didn't sit on my lap at all, because there were several ladies who wanted to hold her. It was awesome." 

Becca laughed. "That's cool." 

"Our little princess has finally fallen asleep though, so she's been pretty quiet. I've already called Maria and she's willing to watch Bethany, so I'm all set." 

"Oh John, that's great. What would we do without Maria?" 

"No idea. She's a god-send. That's for sure." John took a quiet breath and asked the question he'd been avoiding. "So when are you flying back? Tonight, tomorrow?" 

Silence filled the conversations, awkward, ugly and oppressive. 

"John, I'm going to fly back on Saturday." 

"What?" 

"John, you heard me." Becca replied tightly. "I'm going to stick with my original flight and come back on Saturday." 

John's voice rose. "Becca are you fucking kidding me?" 

"John don't yell at me, besides, you'll wake Bethany." 

"Oh. That's rich. You're concerned about Bethany now. That's a shocker. It's hard to be concerned about your daughter in Texas, when you're in Florida." 

"John, please stop. I don't want to fight." Becca paused. "DeShawn asked me to stay with him and John." He could hear her take a deep breath. "I want to stay with DeShawn." 

"Is that right?" John asked, stalling for time. His heart dropped into his stomach and gripped the steering wheel tightly. 

"Honey-." 

"Stop Becca." John interrupted harshly. "Don't 'honey' me." 

"Dammit John." Frustration colored Becca's voice. "Don't make this any harder than it already is. This isn't easy for me." 

"Then come home Becca. Simplify the whole situation and come home." 

"John no." She replied firmly. "I want to stay with DeShawn. I want to see if I can get pregnant this week. You and I discussed that John and you agreed." 

"We did agree Becca, but you know damn well things have changed now. We agreed that I would be there, I would be a part of the process, not excluded. This was a vacation for the family, you and DeShawn were secondary. It wasn't a chance for you and DeShawn to have a romantic getaway." 

"I realize that John, but as you said, things have changed." Becca exhaled. "Please John, I really want to stay." 

"Why Becca? Is getting pregnant that important to you?" 

"Yes. John, it is, but honestly, I want to spend some time with DeShawn too, John. We only get a few moments, here and there, and I'd like to spend a few days with him." 

"DeShawn is really the reason you're staying, isn't he?" 

"John-." 

"Y'know what Becca? Fuck it!" John hissed. "Stay. Get fucked. Get pregnant. Just don't expect things to go back to normal when you get home." 

"John-." Becca started but the connection was dead. 

Becca stared at the phone for a moment, she couldn't believe John had said those words. That's not the John that I know. That's not my husband. 

"Hey, are you ok out here?" DeShawn's gentle baritone voice washed over her. 

"No." Becca said softly. "I'm not ok." 

"Do you want to be alone?" 

"No, DeShawn, I don't want to be alone." Becca held her hand out and DeShawn smiled his gorgeous, sexy smile and walked over to her. He pulled Becca to her feet, switched places with her and pulled her down on his lap. 

"Come here baby." He kissed her head softly. "It's ok. You're safe and everything will work out." 

"John's upset, DeShawn. I don't know what he's going to do." 

"Becca, I'm sorry." Becca met his eyes skeptically. "Honest Becca." DeShawn's voice was serious and resolute. "I never wanted to hurt John or hurt your marriage." 

"But?" 

"No buts Becca. I'm serious." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'd be lying though Becca, if I said I didn't want you. I do. I want you in my life. I've never felt this way about someone, not even my first wife." 

Becca lay against him, enjoying his body, his muscles and the warm, soft sound of his heartbeat. She let herself enjoy the simple pleasure of his body. His voice soothed her nerves. 

"Becca, I'm not saying I love you, but I am saying I want to give us a chance to fall in love with each other. If you'll give me chance, I think you'll choose me." 

"DeShawn-." 

"Shhhh." He put his hand on her lips. "Just spend the week with me, give me a chance Becca and we'll re-evaluate on Friday night. I won't put any pressure on you." 

"Ok." 

"Are you hungry?" 

"For food?" Becca asked lightly. 

A low, rough laugh burst from DeShawn. "Yes, Becca, for food." 

"Yes. I could eat something." 

"Excellent. I want to take you to my favorite restaurant." DeShawn put his arms under Becca and stood up, Becca cradled in his arm. "C'mon, let's grab dinner and then I want to take you somewhere. Dress casually." 

DeShawn deposited Becca in his bedroom, where her luggage was located and left her to change. If he had stayed, they both would have ended up naked and DeShawn wanted to avoid that possibility for now. 

Enough sex, it's time to show Becca my life. Let her in and see if she likes what she sees. DeShawn walked out to the living room and dialed the restaurant. There was a specific table he wanted to reserve. I wonder if mom and dad are home tomorrow. 

* * * 

John made it home two hours later and got Bethany situated in front of the TV. He started dinner and called his boss. 

"Hey boss." John left a message. "I made it back and I can start work tomorrow. Call me and let me know what shift you need me to work. Thanks." 

Bethany and John had her favorite dinner, fish sticks and French Fries. A new Disney movie was out on Netflix, so John sat down with Bethany and they watched it together. Bethany sat in his lap, staring at the screen, completely captivated by the moving, carton pictures, and smiling widely. 

She's so beautiful. 

The movie ended and found Bethany sleeping on John's lap with John dozing as well. He woke up and realized his little girl was asleep and he carried her into her room. It was the work of a few minutes to get her into her favorite pajamas, before John wandered back out into the living room. 

Ok, dude. Time to think. 

Becca is staying the week with DeShawn. Yes, she wants to get pregnant. No, I don't believe for a second that's why she stayed with him. DeShawn clearly has feelings for her and I'm sure he asked her to stay with him. 

So where does that leave you? 

Alone! Soon to be divorced probably. 

What happens when she comes back? I don't have any fucking idea. I can't talk to my boss, he'll want to go to the commander. It would get ugly. Sit on it for now John, give it some time and think about it. 

I'm not giving up Bethany. No fucking way. She's my daughter. DeShawn was just the sperm donor. John thought bitterly, as the phone rang. 

"Hello." 

"John. It's Adolph. What's up man?" 

"Not much. How's it going?" Adolph, better known as "AU", to his friends and fellow controllers, was John's boss. Air Traffic Controllers are identified by a set of two initials. That's another story. 

"Dude, sorry you had to cut your vacation short. This is some serious and weird shit we got going on." 

"Yea, I spoke with the Captain." 

AU laughed. "Yea man, he's pretty stressed. Believe it or not, he's even offered to control aircraft." 

"We're not that desperate are we?" 

"No! The last thing we need is officers trying to speak to aircraft. That could be disastrous. The last thing we need is two aircraft swapping paint." 

Despite his mood, John laughed, AU was cool and funny. It was also a point of pride that the enlisted members of the military spoke to aircraft and the officers stayed in their offices. Sure the officers learned the processes and rules for air traffic control and they did occasionally speak to aircraft, but it was the enlisted members who ran the facility. Normally when an officer was speaking to an aircraft, it was under the close observation of an enlisted member. 

"I hear you." John laughed again. "Hey, what shift did you need me to work?" 

"John, I'm thinking of having you just float. Why don't you show up at 7:00 am and plan to work at least 8 hours, maybe 10." John heard the regret in AU's voice. "If I can get you out after 8 hours, I will. I promise." 

"No problem AU. I'll be there." 

"Cool. Becca watching Bethany?" 

"Ummm. No. I'm going to have our babysitter help out." 

"What?" AU's voice was surprised. "What's Becca doing?" 

"Long story AU, but it's just easier if I use a babysitter." 

"You ok John?" 

"Yea." 

"Becca came back with you right?" 

A deep, heavy sigh left John. "No. Becca stayed with friends and she'll be back this week." 

"Friends huh?" AU's voice dripped with disbelief. "I didn't think Becca knew anyone in Florida." 

"Like I said AU, it's a long story." 

"Whatever you say John, just answer me this question." 

"Sure." 

"Are you mentally able to speak to aircraft? I'm not kidding John. If you've got personal stuff going on, I don't want you controlling aircraft." 

"AU, I'm fine. Seriously. I need to be at work, believe me." 

"Ok. Plan on floating and show up at 7:00." 

"Cool." 

* * * 

Adolph "AU" Uribez set his phone down slowly and looked out the window. AU was John's boss, but he was also a mentor, a friend and a confidant. It was a military thing, but essentially AU was almost like an older brother to John and just like any brother anywhere, AU knew something was wrong, but he also trusted John to handle it. AU and the rest of the management team, saw John as a rising star, a future senior leader and all of them looked out for John. His wife Becca was also held in high esteem, but it was John that everyone saw as having the potential to reach the highest ranks of the enlisted leadership. Unless he was lured away by the officer corps, which was a distinct possibility. The squadron commander had mentioned it more than once. 

John's hurting. Something is going on with him and Becca. Florida? Becca doesn't know a fucking soul in Florida. 

AU had been over to their house countless times and he knew Becca wasn't from Florida and didn't have any family from Florida. 

Bethany's biological father? 

John and Becca were closed mouthed about Bethany's biological father, they simply said that a friend had helped Becca conceive and everyone smiled and respected their privacy. AU started to wonder if Becca was staying with someone specific, like Bethany's biological father, in Florida. 

Fuck! Time to call the 1st Shirt. 

"Sergeant Downey." 

"Hey Sergeant Downey, its Sergeant Uribez, how are you?" 

"AU! What's going on man? You still running?" 

"Hell yes. Wanna race?" 

"Not on your life!" 

Both men laughed and Sergeant Downey finally got them down to business. 

"What's up AU? I take it, you're not calling to shoot the breeze." 

"No, you're right." AU paused and took a breath. "I've got a troop that may be having some marital issues." 

"Please tell me it's not John." 

"Sorry Sergeant Downey, it is." 

Colorful curses flew over the phone line. John had worked on a few projects with Sergeant Downey and they'd grown close. 

"How can I help?" 

"Candidly? I don't know. I was hoping you could have an 'off the record' conversation with him." 

"AU." Sergeant Downey's voice grew hard, professional and distant. "You know there isn't any such thing. I don't mind talking to John. Actually, I'm happy to do it, but you damn well know we're going to follow the rule book." 

"Sir." AU shifted to a more formal tone. "I get it and I'm not asking you to bend or break any rules. I just want you to talk to John and see how he's doing. I know he holds you in high regard and you damn sure can offer some good advice." 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 03



It took all of Jim's will power but he did resist cumming as he continued slowly fucking Ron's ass. Ron's ass somehow seemed to draw his cock inside and didn't want to let go. When Jim pulled his cock back out it seemed like Ron's ass tried to fight against it and keep him deeply inside. The sensation was similar to fucking a pussy, but it was much tighter and excitingly different. Plus, the very idea of what was happening was so nasty and kinky that the sensation was amplified to incredible heights.

After a while Jim found that he was able to fuck Ron just as if he was fucking a woman. He held Ron's hips and the fuck steadily became wilder and faster until Jim couldn't wait any longer. He grunted and pushed his cock forward just before he filled Ron's asshole with a big load of cum. Ron squirmed and groaned as Jim came and then pushed back against Jim to bury his cock even deeper up his ass as his orgasm finished. 

Jim felt completely spent when he finished cumming. He had been looking forward to this moment for so long, and now that it had actually happened he felt completely drained of energy. He pulled his cock out of Ron's now wet and sticky asshole, and Jim knew there was only one thing that would feel better than resting. Without even taking the time to kiss or say anything, Jim and Ron changed positions and soon Jim felt Ron's finger working the lube into his asshole.

Jim groaned excitedly and often as Ron prepared his ass for what they both wanted. Finally Jim felt Ron's cock head pressed against his asshole and he pushed himself back as Ron pushed forward. This time when Ron's cock slipped inside there wasn't any pain and really very little discomfort. It was almost like his ass remembered having Ron's cock inside and it didn't take long for it to stretch enough to allow Ron's cock to slide all the way inside.

Jim groaned and shuttered as Ron sank his cock all the way inside him. Ron was clearly wildly excited after being fucked by Jim. He immediately pumped his cock frantically back and forth inside Jim. Jim moaned and let Ron control their wild fuck. It felt kinky and exciting to completely give himself to Ron like this as Ron wildly fucked him. Jim felt a tingle run down his spine when he realized he was happy to be Ron's "fuck toy".

Ron started groaning and fucking him even harder in the minutes before Ron finally came. When Ron did cum Jim moaned and repeated what Ron had done by pushing back to ensure Ron's cock was completely buried in his ass. Ron's cock seemed to pump gallons of cum in his ass and it seemed like his orgasm went on for many long minutes. 

Ron stayed inside Jim's ass for a while after he finished cumming. Eventually, he pulled his cock out before flopping back on the bed so he was lying on his back. Jim crawled over to him and lay down on top of his friend so their soft, wet cocks pressed together. They kissed and enjoyed the kinky moment before Jim suggested they take a shower to get cleaned up.

Jim's shower wasn't anything like the one in Ron's parent's room, but they didn't mind the close quarters. They didn't fuck or even really try to make each other cum in the shower. Instead they just enjoyed soaping and washing each other and the still new sensation of being naked and sexual with each other.

After the shower they got dressed and Jim finally ordered the pizza he had thought about earlier. They ate and then went back up to Jim's room to watch some TV. They lay together on Jim's bed for a while before Jim felt Ron's hand on his thigh. Jim turned to his friend and fondled Ron's crotch through his jeans as they laughed and then started a long kiss. 

This time they moved more slowly and took the time to undress each other rather than both just stripping naked at the same time. The end result was the same, however, and soon they were again both naked as they lay side by side kissing and fondling each other. They took turns fondling each other's cocks and happily stayed like this for a long time just enjoying the moment.

Eventually the temptation of Ron's cock was more than Jim could resist. He slowly kissed his way down Ron's neck and chest making his way toward Ron's cock. Jim turned around and lay on his side next to Ron as he brought his mouth to Ron's hard cock. Jim didn't immediately start sucking and instead just softly held, kissed, and licked Ron's shaft. For a long while Jim licked and teased the tip of Ron's cock as Ron groaned appreciatively beside him. As Jim continued teasing his cock, Ron twisted his hips slightly so he was lying partly on his side. 

This gave Jim easier access to Ron's cock and he continued his teasing. The other thing that Ron's position shift did wasn't apparent to Jim until he felt Ron's mouth on his cock. Surprised, he looked down and saw that with Ron lying on his side they were able to easily fit into a sideways 69 position with them each lying on their sides facing each other.

Jim groaned and returned to Ron's cock with renewed lust and enthusiasm as Ron eagerly sucked and licked at his cock. Having already shared such a wild and intense fuck they both had very good control and this amazing 69 experience lasted for a long time. 

At times each did their own unique style of teasing and licking. At other times they fell into matching tempos as they bobbed their heads and sucked each other with a perfectly matching tempo. The sensation of feeling his actions almost immediately mirrored back on his own cock drove Jim wild and he sucked Ron even more eagerly.

Ultimately, the feeling of Ron's mouth was more than Jim could resist. He felt his orgasm approaching and just let it play out as Ron continued his eager teasing and licking. With a long moan Jim started cumming and Ron again took the whole load of cum in his mouth. The feeling of Ron's lips and tongue teasing his cock even as he came drove Jim to a new peak of pleasure and his orgasm played itself out over what seemed like many long minutes.

When Jim finished cumming he turned his attention back to Ron's cock and resumed his kissing and licking. Maybe Ron had been holding himself back or maybe Jim's orgasm had triggered something in Ron, but very quickly Ron seemed on the verge of his orgasm. 

Jim suddenly decided that he wanted to feel something new when Ron came, so he briefly released Ron's cock and guided them into a new position. Jim rolled onto his back and guided Ron on top of him. When Jim was done he was flat on his back with Ron straddling his chest. Ron's knees were under Jim's armpits and the tip of Ron's cock was very near Jim's mouth. Jim lifted his head and resumed wildly licking and sucking Ron's cock as Ron held his shaft and fed his cock to his friend.

It seemed that Ron still didn't entirely know what Jim wanted. Eventually Jim looked up at Ron's cock and said, "I want you to cum on me." Before he could say anything else Ron groaned and started stroking his cock. Ron's cock was already coated in a heavy layer of Jim's spit and his hand easily glided back and forth. 

Jim moaned in anticipation and stared at Ron's cock just waiting for it to explode with cum. He didn't have to wait long and soon Ron moaned and started cumming. Jim watched as the first couple of jets leapt out of Ron's cock and landed on his face. He had to close his eyes soon after as one drop fell off his eyebrow and into his eye. Even without the visual, the feeling of being slowly coated in Ron's cum was more than enough to drive Jim wild.

Just like when Ron had fucked him, having Ron cum all over him like this made Jim feel nasty and kinky. He had seen countless images of women with cum all over them and seem hundreds of cum shots in porno movies. However, he never imagined being the one with the cum all over him. He thought of how sexy and nasty women looked with a guy's cum all over them and wondered if he looked that way to Ron now.

When Ron finished cumming Jim wiped the cum away from his eye and gazed at Ron's cock and then up to Ron's face. It was clear from the look on his face that Ron was very excited by what Jim had done. They sat like that for a short while longer before Ron crawled off and fetched a towel for Jim to get cleaned up. 

They got cleaned up and dressed and it wasn't much later that Jim's parents returned. Jim was amazed by how quickly time had passed and realized that they were probably lucky his parents hadn't returned a little earlier. His parents told them all about the festival and how much fun it was. Finally, Jim's mom asked, "Did you two have fun here?" 

"Definitely," Jim said feeling excited by the meaning of his answer that his mom would never guess. "I think I'll drive Ron home, so I'll be back soon."

Jim and Ron talked in the car on the way to Ron's house. They talked about how they still couldn't believe what they had done and again both confirmed that they didn't regret anything. Finally, Ron said, "I wish I could fuck you again." 

Jim was both surprised and excited by how open and candid their conversation had become about this. He looked at Ron and said, "Well, there is always Christmas break." Jim and Ron said goodbye when they got to Ron's house and talked about when they thought they would be able to come home for their winter break. The mere idea of spending two full weeks back at home and experimenting more with Ron sent chills down Jim's back. He knew he couldn't wait for the break to arrive.

When winter break did arrive it was even more than Jim could have hoped for. Quickly he and Ron became confident, comfortable lovers. They explored many kinks and fantasies with each other and took many turns fucking each other in a few different positions. 

After returning to school after the Christmas break Jim wondered if he was "turning gay", but he found that his appetite for women didn't diminish at all. In fact, almost exactly the opposite happened. He suddenly found himself more eager and excited to fuck women and, when he had the opportunity, he was more willing to experiment and completely give himself over to the moment. The result was that he had several wild affairs with kinky, wild sex.

He kept in regular contact with Ron and Ron reported that the same was true for him. They both continued dating regularly while at college and fucking each other as they could whenever they visited each other or when they were both home. Jim never felt an attraction to another guy and never had a desire to be with any guy other than Ron. 

After college ended both of them settled down into the "real world". They didn't live in the same town but they didn't live all that far from each other. They enjoyed getting together as often as they could for a "guys weekend" so they could fuck each other until they were exhausted and satisfied. 

Between his "normal" sex life with women and his occasional wild weekends with Ron, Jim knew he couldn't really want for more. He wasn't sure what the future would hold for them, but he knew that no matter where their lives took them he and Ron would always remain very close friends. Jim looked forward to fucking his close friend for many more years to come.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



-Hello All,

So I plan on finishing this story by the next chapter. Thank you for the responses and votes. 

*

Ingrid pulled her knees to her chest. She looked over at Blake. The drunkenness stare he had earlier was long gone. His blue eyes stared at her intently as she began her long story about her relationship with Chris. 

"I met Chris my freshmen year of college. I was moving into my dorm room. My parents were already inside unloading the stuff in my room. I remember it was extremely hot that day and I was sweating bullets carrying all my junk in. I was struggling with the final heavy box and I felt like it was going to fall. Each step I made it was falling more and more in my hands. Then all of a sudden two hands were on top of mine and they grabbed the box from me. I can remember looking up into Chris's face."

Ingrid paused and looked up to Blake. He had the same look on his face, but she could tell he was getting angry because he had two creases in his forehead between his eyebrows.

"Blake I really don't have to tell you all this. Its over between us, I just want you now."

He rubbed his hand through his hair. "No, I want to hear the whole story."

"Ok, well. He helped me with my box and introduced himself. He was entering school as a freshman. We had two of the same classes together so he naturally said we should hang out. At first I wasn't so sure if I wanted to talk to him. I mean I was shy, I never had a boyfriend, and I was a virgin. He on the other hand looked like he could have any girl on the campus. I told him that we might be able to hang out sometime. He met my parents they immediately liked him. They especially liked the fact his parents were doctors and that he was following the same track."

Ingrid stared off in space as she remembered how happy her mom was when she found out that her and Chris were dating. Ingrid thought she liked Chris more than Ingrid did. 

"We started dating after a month of late night studying and trips to the movies. He didn't kiss me at all during that time. But, after a month of dating he became my first. He was my first in bed, he was my first real kiss, and he became my first real love. He was my best friend. Chris was there when my mom died. He held me the whole night I cried and flew with me home to go to her funeral. He was everything to me."

Ingrid's mind flew back to when he sat with her at her mom's funeral after she died of breast cancer. He held her hand the whole time and told her he was there for her. It was also at that time she started to notice the phone calls he would take outside.

" We were good, until the beginning of second semester sophomore year. That's when he started saying he was going to come over and he wouldn't roll into my dorm until 11 or 12. And then it would be just to have sex and then he would leave. He grew more distant, but when I asked him about it he told me he was just stressed out by his Biology major. I would confess to my friends about it and they told me to ignore it and that I was lucky to have a catch like him."

Ingrid looked at Blake and he was rubbing his head trying to calm himself down.

"So one day he was in the shower at my dorm. His phone vibrated with a new text message. I checked it and it was from my close friend Karen. She wrote that next time she wanted him to cum in her, not on her breast because she wanted to feel him inside of her. I can remember being in a state of shock. I looked through his phone and saw messages from girls. He tried to hide some of the numbers by putting them in his phone under Dominos or McDonalds, but the text messages spoke for themselves."

Ingrid remembered what his face looked like when he got out the shower. He leaned in and tried to turn her on. She remembered pushing him away and slapping him in the face.

"I showed him the phone. And he didn't even lie. He said it was the truth, but that it was just sex and that he was lost right now because he loved me so much and didn't know how to deal with it and that it was just sex. So I threw him out of my dorm in nothing but his towel." 

Ingrid laughed at the memory of him banging on her door in the hallway naked.

"After that I just couldn't stay there any longer. I had no friends since the one's I had were fucking my ex boyfriend. And plus everywhere I went in that school was a memory of him. So I transferred out of there to here. When I met you and you changed my world Blake. I love you. I love you more than I loved Chris. He is a distant memory. There is no need to be threatened by him at all."

Ingrid felt a tear go down her cheek. Blake wiped her face with his hand. 

"I should kick his ass for what he did to you. But, all I can think in my head is that I need to thank the guy."

Ingrid laughed and looked up at him. "Thank him for what?"

Blake pulled her onto him. "Had he not have fucked up with you I would not have met you."

"Oh yeah. Remind me to send him a thank you basket then." Ingrid laughed and pulled Blake's head down to hers and kissed him slowly. 

He picked her up and led her to the shower. The steam in the shower filled the room. Ingrid pulled off Blake's shirt. She let her hands glide over his nipples and hard abs. Her hand trailed the thin fair hair that led down his chest to his cock. She pulled open his pants and tugged down his boxers. 

Blake moaned as she let her hand slide up and down his cock. She let her other hand slowly massage his balls, while the other rubbed the head of his cock and jerked him slowly. 

He pulled the towel she had wrapped around her body off and pulled off her bra. Blake lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He slid his tongue over it and caught it between his two front teeth and he flicked his tongue repeatedly over her nipple. Ingrid groaned and freed his balls. She took her hand and rubbed her fingertips over her clit as Blake switched to her other breasts and attacked it the same way as the other.

Blake pushed her against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ingrid felt the cool tile against her back as Blake pushed his hard cock in her awaiting pussy. Ingrid moaned as he pounded away at her pussy. Her back banged until the tile wall as he pushed in and out of her. Her nipples were rubbing against his hard chest as he pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. 

Ingrid felt her body tense as she came on his cock. Her pussy began squeezing and pulsating over his cock. Blake increased his speed and thrusts as he came in her pussy. 

Blake took the soap and washed her body. Ingrid did the same to him. They both left the bathroom and collapsed on the bed exhausted from sex.

As the rest of Spring break passed Ingrid did her best to avoid Chris and his friends. The last thing she wanted was to have Blake start a fight over a piece of trash like Chris. What they did do though was have sex multiple times during the break. The last night they had sex on the beach on a lawn chair. The waves crashed as Ingrid came on Blake's cock. 

They returned back to school and the weeks of classes began again.

"So, tonight I've got a surprise for you Ingrid." 

Ingrid stared at Blake as they walked out of their Philosophy class. 

"I am sorry. Did I hear you correctly? You have a surprise for me? What is it? You know I have ways to get it out of you." She leaned in and kissed him slowly on the lips.

He pulled back. "Oh you are a dirty sneaky girl. Just take the surprise for what it is and that is a surprise. So no tricks"

Ingrid pouted and gave him the puppy eyes. "Please Blake tell me."

"Nope."

"Oh you suck Blake." She walked off.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. He put his arm around her shoulders. "Trust me Ingrid you will like it. It means a lot to me."

"Well I guess so if it means a lot to you." He kissed her cheek. Just then his phone started to vibrate.

He looked at the id and then looked annoyed. 

"What? Who is it?" She watched him put the phone back in his pocket.

"It's Caroline, she has been calling me since Miami."

"Well, what does she want?"

Blake grabbed her hand and headed to her dorm. "I don't know I haven't answered. She never leaves a message. I would think she would be over me now I mean it's been almost two months."

"You should answer and find out what it is?"

"I don't care what it is. Anyway tonight, like I said dress up. I want you to look hot, but still good enough to go to a restaurant in." 

Ingrid laughed. "Well that rules out anything in April's closet."

They walked up to her dorm room. "So I can't let you in my room."

His smile faded some. "Why?"

"Because if you do I won't get any work done before we go out. I know you. You will say we will study and then I wake up three hours later with a sore pussy and my hair all over the place."

"Oh, is your pussy still sore from last night? Well let me kiss it and make it better baby."

He leaned in and kissed her slowly pressing her against the door. His hands roamed down her body to her ass. He squeezed her butt checks through her tights. Just then her door opened and they fell into the room.

"Oh, sorry guys. I didn't hear you out here. I was on my way to class." April stared down at them on the floor in the room. 

Blake laughed and pulled Ingrid off the floor. "Its okay April. Perfect timing too cause Blake was leaving as well."

"But, Ingrid. Come on let me stay." Ingrid placed a hand on his chest as she pushed him out the room.

"Bye April. Blake I'll see you at 8. I love you, bye." She closed the door before he could try to sneak back in.

April laughed at him. "So Blake what plans do you have tonight with Ingrid?"

Blake walked down the steps of Ingrid's dorm. "Can you keep a secret April?"

"It will go in my vault I swear."

"Okay, I'm taking Ingrid to meet my parents tonight. They flew in for business and I told them they could meet the girl I am always talking about. It's actually the first time they have ever met a girl I've gone with."

"Wow, then this is a big deal. Why didn't you just tell her?"

"Come on April. You know Ingrid will freak out and get nervous. I figured if I just kind of sprung it on her she would be cool with it. What do you think?"

April pulled her hair from her face. "I think that this is going to be very interesting. And I so can't wait for her to get back and tells me how it goes."

April walked off to class and waved bye to Blake. 

Blake thought back to what his mom asked him recently. She kept questioning him about Ingrid and why he wasn't with Caroline anymore. And how Caroline had been such a great catch. He hoped that everything would go well tonight.

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" So what's the big surprise? We have been driving downtown for like twenty minutes now."

Blake looked over at Ingrid in her yellow halter tye dye sundress. The yellow brought out her brown skin. She wore her hair in loose curls down her face. Blake pulled into valet and waited for them to come get his car.

"So, I want you to meet my parents."

Ingrid smiled. "Oh my gosh for real. When Blake? I can't wait to meet them. When are they coming in town?"

"Uhh they are here. They probably are already in the restaurant."

Ingrid's smile faded. "What? They are in there right now? Why the heck didn't you tell me we were meeting your parents Blake? Gosh, my boobs are showing some in this dress. Your mom is going to think I'm a whore."

"No, baby. You look great. My parents will love you. Like I do." 

Just then valet opened the doors to the car. Blake tried to grab her hand as they approached the door, but Ingrid pulled hers away. She rummaged through her bag for lip-gloss and a mirror.

"You look great Ingrid. Calm down." She shot him an evil look and they walked in.

Blake's parents stood up when they walked to the table. His mother had his blue eyes. She was a brunette with a few grey streaks. His father had Blake's same athletic build and dimples. 

His mother looked at Ingrid and choked on the water she was drinking. Her husband patted her back and then she plastered on a fake smile. They hugged Blake.

"Mom and Dad this is my girlfriend, Ingrid." 

Blake's dad reached over Blake a grabbed Ingrid into a bear hug.

"It is so good to finally meet you Ingrid. Wow you are pretty. My son has told me great things about you. It is great to finally meet you."

"Wow, thank you Mr. Reynolds. It is a pleasure to meet you too. You look like Blake's older brother rather than his father."

"Thanks, I tell him that all the time. And no Mr. Reynolds, call me Rick."

Blake's mom continued to stare at Ingrid.

"Mrs. Reynolds, umm it's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Blake's mother just smiled and sat down. 

They sat and started eating dinner. 

"So Ingrid, you met Blake in class, huh?

Rick was beaming. "Yes, sir we sat next to each other in class and a relationship just kind of blossomed out of it."

Blake's mother cleared her throat. "So, Ingrid you were dating my son while he was with Caroline?"

Ingrid blushed. "No, we broke up before he started dating Caroline. We just kind of got of back together once they broke up."

Blake gripped her hand. "Yeah mom. I already told you this stuff."

"I know honey. I just wanted to hear Ingrid's side." She looked at everyone at the table. "If you will excuse me, I am going to go freshen up."

Ingrid ate her food in silence as Blake and his father talked about the game that came on the night before. She excused herself from the table and went to the restroom.

She walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She turned to her side and admired herself in her dress. I look kind of cute, thought Ingrid. She washed her hands and plastered on a smile. Just when she was about to walk out the door she heard a woman whispering on the phone. Ingrid walked into the stall next to the woman and closed the door. She listened to the woman's conversation.

"Yes, Janet. You heard me correctly the girl is black. Yes, black. I have no idea how this happen. He left that great girl Caroline, for this, this harlot... No, I have no idea if her family has money. She probably got in the school on scholarship anyway Janet. Oh I know I should have never let Blake go to that school it was too lacks with its admission requirements and now he is dating a black girl and I am stuck eating across from her at dinner. Rick is just eating it up. He always has had a soft spot for blacks. Now, this."

Ingrid felt the tear fall from her eyes. She could not believe what she just heard. She walked out of the stall and dried her face. She could still hear the woman's whispers in the stall. She looked down to her hands and they were shaking. She wanted nothing, but to end this dinner and go home. Away from this woman before she either cursed Blake's mother out or be forced to say something that she didn't want to say. 

Ingrid walked back to the table and both Rick and Blake smiled at her. Blake's smile faded when he looked in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I am a little sick. So I think I am going to just take a cab back to the dorm and lay down."

Blake started to get his stuff together. "No, babe I'll take you home. Its no problem."

"No! I mean no you stay here and visit your parents. It was nice meeting you Rick please tell your wife the same." Ingrid grabbed her purse and headed to the door. Blake was behind her.

"Ingrid, what's wrong? Why are you lying about being sick?"

Ingrid stopped outside the restaurant. "Your mother doesn't like me Blake."

He laughed. "Is that it? My mom doesn't like anybody. Who cares? I don't. She hates everyone at first and then she is like their best friend."

"I don't think so this time. I heard her on the phone in the bathroom. She made it clear she wasn't happy that you were dating a black girl Blake."

Blake's smile faded. "What? She said she didn't like you because you were black?"

"I don't want to be the person that comes between someone and their mother Blake. I don't have a mother anymore and I miss her everyday. I can't be the one to ruin it between you and your mom."

"No, she can't do this. I am not going to lose our relationship because she's got issues. Don't worry about my mother I will handle her. Here you drive my car home and I will pick it up later tonight." He kissed her cheek, and gave her money to pay for the valet ticket. 

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Ingrid was awoken by a knock at her door. She glanced over at April's empty bed. She rubbed her eyes and opened it. Blake was standing at the door frowning.

"What's wrong babe?" Ingrid moved so Blake could walk in.

His eyes were rimmed red like he had been crying. Ingrid pulled him into a hug. 

He pulled away. "I told my mom what you told me. She didn't even fake it. As soon as she got back to the table she told me she didn't think you were right for me. She said that I needed to be with someone like myself. I just lost it. I told her that if she couldn't accept you then she no longer accepted me. And I just stormed off. She's been calling me non stop since I left the restaurant."

"I didn't want this Blake. I don't want you to end your relationship with your mom. Gosh, she's your mom. You can't do this."

He looked at her in shock. "How can you be on her side? She was mean to you for no reason except for her own hate."

"She is your mom Blake. Gosh, you only have one mom in the world. I would give anything to have my mom back. Just call her back."

He sat back down on the bed and rubbed his face. "I can't do that Ingrid. If I call my mom back she will expect me to say that I have ended it with you. And that is something I just can't do. Haven't you figured it out yet? I can't go a day without seeing your face. Without holding you. Without feeling you on my skin. I need you in my life Ingrid." 

He pulled her onto his lap. He pulled her hair out of his face and let his hands rub up and down her sides. Ingrid pulled him closer to her body in her arms. She inhaled his cologne and body smell. Blake pulled her t-shirt off her body and stared at her breast in the moonlight. He watched her pointy nipples bounce as he threw her shirt on the floor. He pulled his head forward and captured her nipple in his mouth. Ingrid groaned and pulled his head closer into her breast. Blake continued to suck her nipple deeper into his mouth as he reached under her and grabbed her waistband of her white panties. He lifted her slightly and pulled her panties down. He let one hand dive into her wet pussy as he moved his mouth over to her other breast. Ingrid groaned and bounced on his fingers as they pushed harder into her wet pussy.

Ingrid grabbed his pants and released his cock. His blue eyes were full of lust when she looked up at him. He pulled her onto the bed and stared down at her. He got up and removed the rest of his clothing. Ingrid stared at his body in the moonlight. His body glowed in the light. His dark tribal skeleton tattoo on his chest seemed to stare down at her. Ingrid spread her legs open as Blake lowered himself to the bed and pushed into her awaiting pussy. Ingrid felt the heat of his body as he pushed deep into her pussy. Blake lifted Ingrid's legs around his body. As he pushed into her he leaned in and kissed her slowly as he pounded into her pussy. Ingrid grabbed his back and screamed his name in her thin walled dorm room. Her bed scraped the floor as he pushed in and out of her. Blake braced his hands on the bed frame as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock as her body started to convulse. Blake pushed into her one more time as he felt his cum shoot inside her pussy. 

He pulled out of her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed the back of her neck and he soon heard her breathing slow down and he felt her sleep. He stared at the ceiling of her dorm room. His phone began to buzz again. He didn't even bother to look at it. It could only be two people calling him either his mother or Caroline. He pulled Ingrid closer to him and he fell asleep.




Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



The thought that Ben had heard her loud moans in the shower mortified Jenna. But what was she supposed to think, that saucy little grin of his, smirking at her across the chopped vegetable. She tried not to look at him, instead busying herself in the cupboards and then the fridge. His soft whistling of Some Enchanted Evening was becoming a bit annoying. Usually she found it sweet and cute; right now maybe because of the embarrassment of thinking he had heard her solo routine in the shower she was bothered. 

"Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, if you can wait." He continued to watch his hands chopped the vegetable, occasionally reaching to the fry pan on the stove and stirring the chicken.

"Are you ever going to let me make dinner for you?" She replied pulling a dinner bun from the bag on the counter, tearing a chunk off and popping it in her mouth.

"Of course, but you didn't look up to making dinner when you came in and I have a date tonight."

"A date? With a girl?" Jenna flushed crimson when she realized what had just popped out of her mouth. 

"Yes with a girl. You expected something else?" The quizzical look on his face made her giggle.

"Ahh, no..." Jenna stammered, flustered and embarrassed at the thoughts she had earlier. 

"Since you're here and I want to grab a shower. Can you finish this and boil some rice?" 

"Sure," Jenna said stepping into his spot at the island as he stepped away, she could feel the blood rise in her face again at the word shower and tried not to look at him. "Dinner will be ready when you're done." 

With a nod over his shoulder Ben sauntered from the kitchen. Jenna heard the water tank whine to life when he started the shower. She pictured him naked, stepping into the shower, his rippled abs and muscled thighs straining as he stepped into the stall. Shock registered in her head when she realized she was thinking of her recent benefactor naked. Her afternoon with Josh and then the solo performance in the shower had her senses on high alert. Occupying herself with setting the table, she had to silently name everything around her to distract herself from the sexy thoughts running in her mind. The attempt failed, she kept coming back to Ben standing naked under the hot water, his skin shiny and warm. She fantasized about watching his soapy hands sliding over his chest and down to his groin. 

"Jenna, stop it!!"

"Stop what?" 

"Uhm, nothing. I have a bad habit of talking to myself." Jenna had to stifle a gasp when she turned to face him. Ben was dressed in a perfectly cut grey blazer and black denim jeans. His white button down shirt with a thin black stripe was flawlessly pressed and his black boots freshly shined. He was striking, his dark hair combed neatly into place and his usually scruffy jaw clean shaven. She could smell his aftershave from where she stood and he smelled good enough to eat. 

"I'll remember that," Ben took his place at the table, reaching for a dinner roll. "I shouldn't be too late tonight; a friend is having a showing at the gallery downtown and I promised I would make an appearance. What are your plans for tonight?"

"After the day I had, I think I'll just curl up with a movie and try to get some sleep."

"You didn't look good when you got back."

"I wasn't feeling too great either, but the shower helped."

"I bet it did," that curious smile crept across his face again.

"What kind of art?" Jenna couldn't help wonder how much of her solo performance he had heard. 

"Photography, Maria has been all over the world, she has some of the most amazing shots, especially from Africa." Jenna liked watching him talk about the things he loved, and photography was one of them. The living room walls were covered in his own remarkable work. He became so animated when he spoke of his passions; his family, his carpentry, his photography. She was curious to see what else he was passionate about. 

"Have a good evening" Ben said, they finished dinner in a comfortable silence before Ben got up cleared his place and headed for the door. 

"I think ill clean the kitchen and see if there is anything in your movie selections that strikes my fancy." 

"Sounds like nice quiet evening, have fun."

"Thanks, you too." Jenna started to clear the rest of the table. 

"Good night." He said and was gone out the door before she could respond. 

Jenna put the leftovers in the fridge, making a mental note that they were there for reheating later. Wiped the counters down and started the dishwasher. Clicking the lights off when she left the room in search of a good movie. 

Ben had a remarkable home theatre set up in the family room, a big screen TV and surround sound system that would rival any theatre in the country. His movie selection wasn't too shabby either. She wondered if his taste in movies was really that eclectic or if he bought them to make someone else happy. There were some serious chick flicks in the selection as well as some pretty raw war movies. Jenna picked a chick flick and popped it into the player before settling into the cushions on the overstuff sofa and adjusted the volume. Pulling the throw off the back of the couch, she snuggled deeper into the cushions and began to relax.

Jenna wasn't sure what woke her, she wasn't even sure when she fell asleep, but the TV was off and so were all the light. Closing her eyes again she lay still trying to decide whether to curl back into the cushions or get up and go to bed. 

"What was that?" Jenna's eyes popped open and she looked around to see what could be the source of the sound. "Come on Jenna, it's nothing, your imagination." Her body relaxed again, her eyes fluttered closed. The sound this time made her sit up straight her eyes wide open. Straining to make out where it was coming from, the sound was unmistakeable. 

"Oh my God." The soft mewling of someone being pleasured was what Jenna was hearing, but where was it coming from, the TV was off and she was sure she was alone in the house. 

"Oh Maria," 

"That was Ben's voice; he must have come home while I was sleeping." Glancing at the glowing numbers on the DVD player, the time read 12:20. 

"Oh yes!" This voice was undeniably feminine, as mixture of lounge singer and lover. "Oh Ben, yes." 

Jenna was listening to Ben make love to his friend Maria and it sounded like she was having a very good time. Knowing she should go to her room and let them have their privacy, the sounds of her fantasy kept her riveted to her spot. The intermittent whimpers from 'Maria' were enticing; Jenna had always loved the sound of lovers in the throes of passion. The sounds were exciting and erotic. 

Jenna relaxed back against the sofa cushions closed her eyes and listened to the lovers in another room. Unable to stop herself, her hands found their way beneath the terry robe she wore. Listening to the mummers from Ben and his friend were inviting. Knowing she couldn't just march in and join their games she satisfied herself with listening, her fingers exploring her own body, imagining they were Ben's hands touching her. She squeezed one nipple and then the other, both instantly forming hard pink peaks begging to be touched. Putting a long slender finger in her mouth, she wetted it and ran the saliva drenched digit around an erect nipple, making it strain taunt into a stiff point. 

"Oh Ben, more" It was the woman's voice again "Don't... stop... Don't...stop" her voice in heavy rasping groans. 

Jenna's fingers traced lower on her naked skin, drawing lazy circles and patterns across her flat stomach. "I wonder what they look like naked?" the thought drifted through her head "I wonder what color her nipples are?" 

"You are so beautiful, Maria" The sound of Ben's voice sent a rush of heat to Jenna's core. He had one of those sexy radio announcer voices that made her wish he was saying those things to her. Jenna allowed her hands to slip lower on her body, stopping briefly on her almost hairless mound before plunging a finger into her wet pussy coming out with a finger full of slippery juices. Listening to the sounds of Ben and his friend make love, Jenna's fingers circled her clit slowly, teasing it erect, before starting the rhythmic rubbing she knew would produce an orgasm. Relaxing, the robe opening to expose her bare skin and hard nipples, her knees falling apart to allow her better access, Jenna worked her clit with one hand, burying two fingers of her other hand deep inside her waiting body. The sensation of being filled and rubbed together sent a shudder over her flesh. Jenna's fantasy had her gripping the bed sheets while Ben's mouth and fingers worked their magic on her body.

The howl of ecstasy from Ben's bedroom was unmistakably one of pure satisfaction, the sound pushing Jenna's approaching climax over the top with wave after wave of electricity coursing through her. Jenna's breath coming in short gasps, her body limp against the couch and her mind floating back over what had just happened. It had never occurred to her that listening to someone make love could spur so much desire or such wicked thoughts. 

"Did I actually wonder what color her nipples were?" Jenna though examining her own again as they softened. She knew she had nasty thoughts of Ben; she had since that first day he invited her in to see the room. It was undeniable that he was one hundred percent sexy and tonight proved he was one hundred percent heterosexual or at least it sounded like he knew what he was doing in the female department. Jenna couldn't help hoping that one day maybe she would be behind that closed door with him. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



After we left the parking garage we drove to the hotel. Bill checked us in and we went up to the room. Butterflies were doing loop-to-loops in my stomach as I crossed the threshold of the room. 

I glanced at the king sized bed and once again my pussy dampened as I thought of the illicit sex I was suppose to have in it. Bill hung-up my garment back and sat my suitcase down.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm very sure. I'm as excited about this as you are. You're beautiful and sexy and your mine and I'm choosing to share you with my best friend."

"So Vic's going to be a friend with benefits, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like that... a friend with benefits."

Bill walked into the bathroom and ran hot water into the tub. He added bubbles to it. He stripped me careful not to disturb my hairdo or makeup as he unbuttoned my blouse. He sucked on each one of my hard nipples while squeezing my breasts. I responded to each suckle and each squeeze with an intake of breath.

He unzipped my skirt and threw it into the bedroom to join my blouse on the floor there. I kicked off my high heels and Bill threw them in the bedroom as well. 

He knelt in front of me and smiled up at me inhaling the bouquet of my sex before kissing my pussy lips. He slid his tongue up my saturated slit and teased my clit from its hood. I moaned with euphoria.

Bill worked two fingers into me they slid in with ease. Wet swooshing sounds filled the bathroom as he piston his fingers in and out of my cunt. I leaned against the vanity to keep from falling down as my knees got weak. Bill's tongue flickered rapidly against my clit driving me to the brink. 

He shoved a wet finger up my ass. A shockwave of ecstasy shot through my body from my pussy to my brain. I blinked my eyes as the white light of elation exploded inside my head.

"I love you." I whizzed through jagged breaths. 

"Feel better?" asked Bill smiling at me as he rose from his knees. 

"Oh yeah!" I smiled back.

He helped me into the tub. I calmed down as Bill pampered me. He was careful of my hair and make-up as he washed me. He left me to soak and relax while he laid out my clothes for my date with Victor. I was overwhelmed by the love and attention that Bill had showered on me today. I was confused by his desire to share me with Vic and I was confused by my own desire to be shared. 

Bill returned and helped me out of the tub. He vigorously rubbed my body with a large bath towel drying me off. He stood behind me and cupped my breasts. He nodded to the mirror then said, "Look at yourself."

I looked at my reflection, my hair was done just right and my make-up was perfect. I did look sexy and it made me feel sexy, maybe sexier than I have ever felt before. I leaned back against Bill as he gently massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples. I reached for his crotch but he stepped back avoiding my hand. 

"This is about you not me," he scolded. "Look at yourself. Do you look desirable?"

"Yes," I gasped as he pinched down on a nipple sending a tremor of pleasure through me.

"Do you feel desirable?" he whispered in my ear. His breath trailing down my neck gave me goose bumps.

"Yes." I whispered.

Bill grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. He sat me on the bed and glided my sheer black stockings up my legs one at a time. He then stood me up and put my feet into stiletto high heels. Then he wrapped the black brocaded corset around my middle I placed my breasts in the satin cups. I giggled as my nipples poked into the soft material, "I just might poke hole in this."

"Grab on to the table," he instructed me as he pulled the ties taut on the back of the corset. I took a deep breath and Bill pulled again shrinking my waist and giving me a perfect hour glass figure. He then hooked the stockings to the suspenders hanging from the corset.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees and pushed me so I had to lean forward. Bill excitedly spread the cheeks of my ass open and attacked my crack. His tongue twirled around my puckered ring and a moan escaped me. He darted his tongue quickly in and out of my butthole. His finger invaded my dripping cunt. He was driving me to the brink of orgasm. I was whimpering and begging Bill to make me cum. He withdrew his finger and kissed my butt cheek.

I groaned, "Why are you doing this to me?"

He laughed, "I want you wet and ready for Vic."

He grabbed the black thong that matched the corset and I stepped into it. Bill pulled it up my stocking-clad legs until it rested snugly against my simmering snatch. I was wet and the black material clung to the folds of cunt. 

Bill smiled and ran his finger between my puffy pussy lips tantalizing me. "Here's where Vic wants to put his big beefy cock."

He looked up at me from his kneeling position, "Do you want Vic to put his big beefy cock in there?" 

I returned Bill's gaze nodded my head and whimpered "Yes, yes." 

He opened his mouth and buried his face between my thighs sucking hard on my panty-covered cunt. I gripped the table and groaned for relief.

Laughing Bill got up and retrieved my red evening dress from the garment bag. The dress was a strapless red chiffon floor length evening gown with a beaded sweetheart neckline and empire A-line with a sensuous slit to the mid-thigh in front. I stepped into it and Bill zipped me up. He stood behind me as we both looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"You are frigging beautiful and I love you so much," he choked. 

I turned to hug him. He returned my embrace. "Are you sure you want me to go through with this? Victor doesn't even know what we've planned."

Bill snickered, "When he sees you in this dress he'll make plans. Are you having second thoughts?" "I don't think so."

It was time to meet Victor in the lobby. We left the room and went down in the elevator. My scent filled the closed space and two tuxedoed businessmen got on the elevator a couple of floors down and smiled at me knowingly. I blushed in response and figured every male in a ten foot radius of me was going to figure out I was ready to fuck.

Victor was in the lobby when Bill and I approached him. His mouth fell open as he watched me sashay towards him. The slit in my dress revealed my sexy stocking encased legs. My hips swayed to the staccato click of my stilettos on the tiled lobby floor. I noticed heads turning to watch me walk and I smiled boldly back at them feeling sexy and desirable. 

Vic shook Bill's hand but he kept his eyes on me. "Stella, you look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you," I replied.

"Here's the key to the room," said Bill handing the keycard to Vic.

"What's this?" he asked.

"A night of ecstasy my good friend," laughed Bill. He kissed me on the cheek careful of my make up and said, "Don't hold back, enjoy it. I love you." 

Then he turned and waved at us as he left the building. The feeling of love I had for my husband as I watched him go was overwhelming. He trusted me with his heart, he trusted me enough to share my body with his best friend. 

Victor turned to me somewhat confused. "I don't understand?"

"Just put the key in your pocket for now, Vic. Let's go into the ballroom and begin your big night." 

I grabbed his arm and clung to it as we walked toward the big meeting room set up for the evening's event. I knew Vic could feel my big breast brushing against his arm we strolled into the ballroom. 

Victor looked dashing in his tuxedo. His dark hair while full was beginning to gray at the temples. His debonair good looks only added to my heighten state of arousal. I was ready to sweep the dinner plates off the round table we stopped at and fuck Vic right there in front of everybody.

I smiled at Vic as he pulled my chair out for me. Vic was sitting to my right and to my left was one of the men from the elevator and to his left was the other man. They both smiled at me in recognition. I blushed as they introduced themselves to Vic and me. They were partners in a Transfer Company named Sam and Joe.

Dinner was served and we made small talked with the duo while we ate. When I was finished eating I slipped my arm around the back of Vic's chair. He noticed and seemed pleased as I began to rub his back. The awards ceremony started with the dimming of the ballroom's lights. 

Each winner was called to the head table and given a plaque from the president of the business association. Sam and Joe were awarded theirs for superior customer service. Victor was the last one announced he was awarded businessman of the year the most prestigious award given by the association. 

I smiled and applauded loudly. I hugged Vic tightly when he returned to the table I made sure to press my boobs against him. He smiled broadly and hugged me back feeling the full weight of my big tits pushing into his chest. 

"I wish Jane could have seen this," he choked.

"She would have been very proud." I offered.

The band began to play as Vic placed his plaque on the table and began to sit down. "Let' dance." I suggested.

He nodded and I led him out onto the dance floor. I glanced over my shoulder and grinned at Vic who seemed to be mesmerized by the back and forth motion of my derrière. When we in the middle of the crowd I turned into his opening arms. He held me close and we swayed to the beat of the music. I pressed my pelvic against his until I could feel his erection through our clothes.

"You look so beautiful, Stella. I didn't expect you to go all out like this," he said softly into my ear. His warm breath on my skin gave me chill bumps.

"So, you're saying I clean up nice?" I asked as pressing my thigh against his hard-on as we danced.

He laughed, "That would be an understatement. Why did you go to all the trouble?"

"It was no trouble Bill wanted me to look nice for you."

"Why did Bill want you to look nice for me? I don't understand what he said before he left. Do you?"

My arms were around Vic's neck and I began to run my fingers through his hair. I whispered in his ear, "Bill was giving you permission to fuck me."

Vic stood motionless, and then he just blurted out, "That's crazy."

I continued to dance in front of Vic, seductively gyrating my hips for him. "How about it Vic, do you want to fuck me? I want you to fuck me Vic." I smiled, "I really do."

He simply stood there dumbfounded he had never heard me speak so crudely or provocatively. I took him by the hand and led Vic back to our table once again slinging my ass to tease him, "Let's go fuck."

We paused at the table long enough for Vic to pick up his plaque and say goodnight to Sam and Joe. They both smiled at us perceptively. We entered the elevator and I jumped into Vic's arms and kissed him hungrily. My tongue probed his mouth he responded by entangling his tongue with mine. My scent filled the enclosed space of the elevator and Vic's nostrils flared with lust.

Once the elevator door opened we hurried down the hall to the room. I giggled as Vic struggled to get the keycard to work, "Damn it," he croaked in frustration. I took the card from him and lightly pulled it across the lock and it released. I pushed the door open and pushed Vic inside.

He stopped in the middle of the room and turned towards me. "This is crazy Stella. Bill's my friend I can't do this, we can't do this."

I unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor I stood before Vic in my corset and stockings I smiled. "Victor, you are Bill's closest friend. He's sharing me with you."

He shook his head, "I don't understand."

I walked slowly and seductively towards him. My wet black thong was still clinging to my labia. I grinned at Vic as I watched his eyes roam down to my crotch and he licked his lips. I embraced him and wrapped my arms around him. I whispered in his ear, "It's okay, Vic, you're a friend with benefits." 

I kissed him passionately. His resistance melted and I felt his hands on my buttocks. He squeezed them and then pulled me into him. I could feel his very erect cock against my thong covered slit. I pushed his tuxedo coat off and let it drop onto the floor. Then I unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest as I undid each button. His shirt joined his jacket on the floor. 

Vic was gently but firmly squeezing my breasts. I pulled the top of the corset down enough to release my breasts. He bent his head and took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it. I slung my head back and moaned while running my fingers through his hair. "That's it Vic," I hissed.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped his trousers. My mouth dropped open in surprise. His dick was huge. Vic groaned and I took his monster cock in my hand and was about to kiss its head when it started shooting cum. I pointed it at my tits and watched amazed as rope after rope of jizz splattered white on my skin.

"I'm sorry Stella, I'm so sorry," choked Vic his face red with embarrassment.

I smiled as I looked into his eyes, "It's okay Vic. Don't be embarrassed. I've been teasing you all night and you haven't been with a woman in a long time. It's okay."

He put his dick back in his pants and helped me up. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the cum off of my tits. Victor flopped on the bed in disgust. I sauntered to the bed and began to untie Vic's shoes.

"Maybe we should forget it, Stella. You're my best friend's wife and as I've already proven I'm not the last of the red hot lovers."

I took off one shoe and then other, "Not on your life, Buster. Bill knows what we're doing. In fact he arranged it. I take it as a compliment that my sexy looks and teasing made you bust a nut. I want you Vic. I want you to fuck me with that big dick of yours."

Vic undid his trousers and I pulled them off of him. He had a great body and it was evident that he kept himself in shape. I leaned down and kissed him passionately on the lips. His hands came up automatically and went to work on my boobs. 

I straighten up and pulled my thong off and threw it on his face. He lifted my wet thong up and looked at it then he brought it back to his nose. He inhaled my fragrance and his cock harden in response. It convulsed from one side of his belly to the other as I ran a painted finger nail down its length. It was so large it nearly touched his navel.

I joined Vic on the bed. I attacked his massive cock with my mouth. I took it in my hand and licked the underside like a lollipop while gently squeezing his bloated balls. I took the head in my mouth and suck the remnants of cum from it. It tasted salty. I playfully darted my tongue into his piss slit and was rewarded with a throaty moan from Vic. 

His dick was hard and throbbing. It was more than I could stand I was ready to fuck. I swung my leg over Vic and straddled him. I slowly began to feed his cock into my ravenous cunt. He was massive and I was glad I was so well lubricated for his penetration. I paused after I had impaled myself on his cock to get use to his girth. "So big, so big," I moaned.

Vic went back to teasing my tits by squeezing them and pinching the nipples. His big cock was poking at my G-spot. I slowly rose up on Vic's cock until just the head was at my entrance and then I slowly slid back down on it until it was fully seated within me again. We both panted like animals in heat. 

I picked up speed and got into a natural rhythm of riding his cock. I began to fiddle my clit like there was no tomorrow. The combination of his dick hitting my G-spot and my stimulating my clit had me dancing on the edge. 

Vic suddenly jammed two fingers up my sodden ass. It sent me over the edge an electrical surge of ecstasy shot through my body from my pussy to my brain in colors of white and red. I began with a long low moan and as my orgasm built into a crescendo of pleasure I howled with bliss at climax. "Awww, Vic."

My orgasm completed I slid off of Vic and gasped for breath. I had barely caught it when Vic rolled on top of me and slipped his monster cock back into my gushing gash it took my breath away. "I love your pussy Stella, you're so wet, so tight." he huffed. 

Vic was excited and began to jack-hammer my pussy with gusto. I could feel his engorged balls battering against my butthole. 

I panted into his ear, "That's it Vic, fuck me, fuck me." 

He did a push-up and held himself up on his hands. He began to thrust into me like a machine gun. He looked into my eyes with lust and longing. 

Once again I diddled my clit. I felt his dick begin to spasm and it actually grew larger with a final deep thrust he bottomed out against my cervix and exploded with his own orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head and he bellowed like a bull."Gaawww!" 

I groaned, "That's it Vic fill my pussy up." 

I could feel his cum coating my insides. It flooded my depths and began to spill out of me running down the crack of my ass. I loved the way Vic's face contorted with pleasure as he emptied himself into me. His orgasm sent me over the top and again I whimpered as another orgasm ripped through my body with ecstasy. 

Vic leaned down and kissed me, "That was great Stella. You're great."

He rolled off of me and we cuddled. He said, "I didn't think I would ever feel that way again. I care about you, Stella. You know you're not just some piece of ass to me, don't you?

I caressed his chest and said, "Yes, I know you care about me Vic. Bill cares about you too, or I wouldn't be here and I care about you. I care about you a lot. You're a magnificent lover Vic."

Victor and I fucked more than a few more times that night. I'm very pleased that we are friends with benefits. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits. 

I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. I've deliberately increased the tension and conflict in this story. I don't think the storyline and characters support a calm relationship any longer. 

I know some folks feel that the Military hasn't been shown in a good light during this series. I disagree and will just say that it's not intentional. Having served in the military, I hold any and all military members or former members, in the highest regard. 

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Morning Sex! God, I love morning sex! Becca thought happily as she walked, hand in hand with DeShawn to his car. She glanced at her lover and smiled privately. I love any kind of sex with this man. 

When Becca woke, Deshawn had his usual morning gift and Becca decided to make the most of it. His amazing tool, was hard as a rock and Becca took it immediately into her mouth, before DeShawn was even awake. There was something forbidden, naughty and completely delicious about waking DeShawn up with a blow job. 

Once he was awake though, DeShawn had other ideas. He pulled Becca off his cock and had her ride him, so he could lick and suck her nipples, until she'd orgasmed at least twice. When he finally released inside her, Becca was happily feeling the effects of her third orgasm, as it burst through her. 

They showered together and took turns washing each other's body, from head to foot. As DeShawn ran the washcloth over her body, Becca noticed him growing erect again. A naughty smile crossed her face, as she sunk to her knees and took her man into her mouth. While she wanted him to cum inside her, she also loved the feeling of DeShawn shooting into her mouth. It was intimate, dirty and completely sensual. 

He is so fucking scrumptious!!!

"So, where you taking me today?" Becca asked brightly. 

"It's a surprise." DeShawn smiled widely at her. "Just be patient, trust me and enjoy the drive."

"It is a beautiful day."

They were driving up Interstate 95, which ran right along the Florida and Georgia coastline. To say the drive was beautiful, was a serious understatement. The top was down on DeShawn's Mercedes and they whipped along, weaving in and out of the light traffic. The ocean alternated between a deep blue and a sea-grean, depending up on the depth of the water, but the champagne waves were a consistent foamy white, as they rolled onto the beach. It was beautiful, peaceful and probably the most relaxing time in Becca's life every. 

As beautiful as the ocean was, Becca had a hard time pulling her gaze away from DeShawn. A small, content smile played across his face as he drove. The light blue polo stretched tightly across his body, outlining his muscles nicely, especially his arms, and Becca resisted the urge to wrap herself around him. 

It's probably not the safest thing to do. 

DeShawn had a heavy foot, but they never got above 85 and the drive turned out to be closer to four hours than three hours, but neither DeShawn nor Becca cared in the slightest. They held hands and talked about a thousand different things, none of them important, but all of them critical in bonding them further. 

"We're almost there Becca. It's about another ten minutes."

"It's so beautiful here." She said softly. 

DeShawn nodded. "Yea. I love coming here. The place we're going is outside of Savannah and it's even more beautiful, if you can believe it."

"Ten minutes?"

"Hmmmm. About eight minutes now."

"We're almost there baby, why don't you tell me where we're going?"

A wide smile crossed DeShawn's face. "You'll see soon enough Becca."

DeShawn finally turned into a wide entrance. It was guarded. He pulled up to the guard house and shook hands with the security guard.

"Dan." DeShawn said with a smile. "How the hell are you bud?"

"Great DeShawn." He released DeShawn's hand. "It's been a while. You keeping yourself safe?"

"Always buddy." 

Dan, the security guard, looked to be in his middle 50's, still in good shape, with alert eyes. He nodded once more at DeShawn before stepping back. "Want me to tell them you're coming?"

"No. I'd like to surprise them."

Dan laughed. "You're a brave soul." He activated the gate and DeShawn slipped past it. 

"Brave soul?" Becca asked. 

"Dan's a good man. He's worked here since I was in middle school. He's former air force as well, great guy and he takes his job seriously."

"Brave soul?"

DeShawn winked at Becca in response and she narrowed her eyes at him. "We're going to talk later, you realize that, right DeShawn?"

The gate disappeared behind them and Becca realized they were in a very nice, very exclusive neighborhood. The homes were set well back from the street and they had to be on 5 to 10 acre lots. Each home was obviously custom built, with features she had only seen on TV. 

"Wow."

"It's nice isn't it?"

"Nice doesn't do it justice."

"They're just people Becca. Yes, they're very successful, but at the same time, they get dressed the same way you and I do."

"Just people." Becca said dryly. "That driveway has two Ferrari's in it DeShawn."

"Ok." DeShawn nodded shortly. "That dude's a dick. No question about it, but everyone else is pretty cool."

Becca started to respond, but DeShawn cut her off. "We're here!" He announced with a smile. The Mercedes turned into a long driveway and slowly drove towards a beautiful Spanish Style home. It was huge, but tasteful and the grounds were pristinely manicured. It reminded Becca of pictures she'd seen in magazines or read about in storybooks. 

A woman stepped out of the home, smiling and waving happily. She was African-American, early 50's, and still in good shape. Her smile was warm and beautiful as she walked over. DeShawn parked the car, slid out and hugged her tightly, he picked her up and swung her around twice, before he put her down. Becca exited the car slowly and stood next to it, waiting for a better understanding of the situation.

"Hi mom."

"Hey kiddo." DeShawn's mom replied, when he set her down. "I missed you honey. How have you been?"

"I'm good mom. I have someone I want you to meet. She's very special to me."

DeShawn's mom looked him, mildly surprise washed over her face, but it was replaced quickly with happiness. He motioned for Becca to join them and turned back to his mom. 

"Mom. I want you to meet Becca." 

"Becca, this is my mother."

"Please call me Veranda." 

Veranda smiled warmly and graciously at Becca and held out her hand. Becca shook it and returned the smile. 

"It's very nice to meet you Veranda."

"Nice to meet you as well Becca. We're happy to have you."

"Thank you ma'am." 

Veranda turned to her son. "Your phone broken? Why didn't you call?"

"Sorry mom, it was a spur of the moment decision."

"Your son wouldn't even tell me where he was taking me." Becca added with a playful glare at DeShawn. "I hope we're not imposing."

"Not at all Becca." Veranda punched her son's shoulder lightly. "We don't see enough of DeShawn and I'm certainly happy to have you visit as well."

"Thanks mom." DeShawn replied softly. "Dad around?"

"Yes. You're fathers in his office. I believe he's discussing the new project with his Foreman."

"I'd like him to meet Becca. Do you think he can break away?"

Veranda gave DeShawn a look. "Yes." She said firmly. "I'll make sure he breaks away." Her tone clearly implied that DeShawns father knew better than to argue with his wife. 

"Why don't you and Becca head into the house, get yourselves something to drink and I'll speak with your father. We'll meet you on the patio. Sound good?"

DeShawn hugged his mother again. "Sounds great mom. See you in a few."

"Go." She shooed DeShawn away. "Get this beautiful young lady something to drink young man."

"Yes ma'am." 

Becca slid her arm inside DeShawn's and let him lead her into the house. She gasped when she entered and she pulled him to a stop, so she could look around and stare. The home was big, but it wasn't the gaudy, cheap, shiny McMansions that seemed to pop up everywhere. This home showed care and quality in every surface, every fixture and it was beautifully and tastefully decorated. In short, it was a home, a real family lived here and it was obvious the family was close and loving.

"It's beautiful." She whispered. 

"Its home." DeShawn nodded. "My mom will be happy to hear that by the way. She did all the decorating, while dad sat back and nodded his head." He laughed shortly. "It was the safest course of action."

"How long have your parents lived here?"

"Since I was in elementary school." DeShawn answered. "Dad busted his ass, working his way through college. He started at the bottom of a construction company, but worked his way up to Foreman. The owner of the construction company had a gambling problem and Dad convinced him to sell the company to him." DeShawn pulled Becca along and they continued to walk through the house. "He managed to get a loan from the bank, bought the construction company and he's ran it himself ever since. It's one of the largest Street and Road contractor's in the state."

"Wow."

"Wanna see my room?"

"Sure."

DeShawn took her upstairs to a large room in the back. Teenage boy, Becca thought immediately when they walked inside the room. The room had posters all the wall, trophies covered almost every flat surface and all colors of ribbons hung around the room. 

"Mom and dad insist on keeping it this way." He said softly. "I think it gives them good memories and I don't mind. It's nice to see my old stuff from high school."

Becca smiled and walked around the room slowly. "Wow you played a lot of sports."

"Yea. I played just about every sport I could, growing up. I guess I'm naturally athletic."

"You were cute too." Becca said, as she looked at some photos on the wall. They all showed DeShawn, flanked by his parents, holding his trophies and awards. Some were action photos and Becca noticed that DeShawn was considerably thinner in high school. She looked over. "Any brothers or sisters?"

"No. I'm an only child."

Becca straightened and walked over to DeShawn, she kissed him lightly. "Thank you DeShawn. I know it's a big deal to introduce someone to your parents." 

"I'm glad Becca. It's important to me and I know they'd want to meet you as well." He took a breath. 

"I wish you had told me though DeShawn." Becca said softly. 

"I'm sorry Becca. I worried you wouldn't come, if I told you and I really wanted you to meet my parents." He kissed her and pulled her against him. "I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven. I just hope they like me."

"Mom likes you already Becca. I can tell and my Dad will like you as well."

"I hope so."

"Ready to go meet my dad?" 

Becca nodded nervously and took a deep breath. DeShawn took her hand and smiled at her. "Relax Becca."

DeShawn's parents were waiting for them on the patio, when they arrived. DeShawn and his dad traded a big hug, both of them laughing, as they hugged each other. DeShawn was clearly close with his parents. His dad slapped him on the back several times, before they parted. 

"Damn, it's good to see you son." He said and squeezed DeShawn's shoulder. "We need to see you more often from now on, hear me?"

"Yes sir." He replied and then turned to Becca. "Here's the real reason I'm here today dad. I want you to meet Becca."

DeShawn was a good mix between his dad and his mom and Becca saw both of them reflected in his features. Good looks clearly ran in the family though, because DeShawn's mother was petite and still curvy, while DeShawn's father was handsome, in an older-guy kind of way. 

"Becca." DeShawn's father's voice was just like his, soft and easy on the ears. He held out his hand and Becca's immediately disappeared inside his warm soft grip. "It's very nice to meet you young lady."

"Same here, Sir." Becca replied. She used the honorific, because she hadn't heard his name. 

"Please, call me Robert." He said quickly. "It's a pleasure to have you in our home."

"Thank you Robert." Becca looked back and forth between Robert and Veranda. "Your home is simply gorgeous." 

Robert laughed softly and Veranda beamed at Becca's compliment. "Yea well, Veranda deserves all the credit for the house. I just do as I'm told and she lets me live here."

"Robert." Veranda admonished quietly. "Becca will think poorly of me." Veranda looked at Becca. "Please forgive my husband. He's still a work in progress."

"Aren't they all?" Becca asked with a wink. 

The party of four laughed at her response and Veranda came forward and slipped her arm inside Becca's. "Come along Becca. Let's get some refreshments and we'll let DeShawn and his father get reacquainted."

Veranda gently guided Becca into the kitchen. "Becca will you grab a bottle of wine from the pantry? Anything Red is fine, I'm going to make some Sangria."

"Sure thing."

"You guys are staying for dinner right?" 

"Veranda, I believe so." Becca returned with the wine. "DeShawn surprised me with this visit and he mentioned we were spending the night, but I'm not 100% certain if that means we're staying for dinner." Becca paused. "DeShawn has been surprising me a lot lately."

"He has?" Veranda asked. "How so?"

"He surprised me with an amazing dinner last night and visiting you today." Becca shook her head and smiled at Veranda. "Your son is just full of surprises."

Veranda snorted slightly. "You should have seen him when he was a teenager." She motioned Becca over to the island in the kitchen. "I'm going to share my top secret Sangria recipe with you Becca." 

The ladies started making the Sangria with Veranda showing Becca the ingredients. When they were finished, she poured Becca a glass. 

"Wow, this is awesome." 

"Why thank you young lady."

"You're welcome. I'll keep your recipe a secret Veranda. I promise."

"Good." She nudged Becca with her hip. "You're the only person I've shared it with Becca."

"Wow."

"It's DeShawn's favorite, by the way, in case you want to make it for him sometime." 

"I will Veranda. I'm hoping I get to make it for him regularly."

Veranda studied Becca over the rim of her glass for a moment before responding. "I do too Becca. When his second marriage ended, DeShawn really became closed off, particularly to women, and he hasn't brought a woman to meet us, since his divorce."

"Really?"

"Yes. You must be very special to him Becca." Veranda stepped over and hugged her. "I haven't seen my son this happy in a long time and that makes you very special to me as well."

"Thank you Veranda." Becca replied quietly. "You don't know how much that means to me."

The ladies teared up a little, but after a few sips of Sangria, more conversation and some laughter, Veranda and Becca bonded. 

"Hey, what's going on in here?" DeShawn's voice broke into the kitchen. "I thought we were getting refreshments."

"We're coming honey." Becca said quickly. 

"Did you make your top secret Sangria mom?" 

"Yep and I even shared the recipe with Becca."

DeShawn's eyebrows rose. "Wow." 

Becca winked at DeShawn. "I'll make it for you sometime."

His arms came around Becca from behind and he kissed her neck. "I'd like that Becca."

"Let's go you two." Veranda pushed them out to the patio. 

"Dang it's about time ladies." Robert greeted them with a smile. "I was about to die of thirst out here."

Veranda joined her husband, slid her arm around his waist and handed him a glass. "Here you go honey." 

"Thank you." He replied and hugged his wife. "So what's going on with you two?"

"Becca's here for the week dad, so I wanted her to meet you two, and then we're going to Hurlburt tomorrow. I'm going to show her the base, a little of what I do, and show her around town a bit. The beaches are pretty nice there."

"Sounds good. I think this Texas girl, will like Florida and I know she'd like Georgia." Robert said and looked over at Becca. "We'd love to have you visit and stay longer next time Becca."

"I'd like that Robert."

"Well, let's make sure it happens." He said seriously. "We can take the boat out or stay at the beach house. It'll be fun."

"Sounds like a plan." Becca said and glanced at DeShawn, he was smiling at her and when their eyes met, he gave her a little wink. 

They sat out on the patio, in the shade of a large umbrella and enjoyed what was left of the morning. Robert and Veranda were funny, in that been-married-so-long-we-can-reach-each-other's-minds way and they made it a point to include Becca in the conversation. Becca laughed continuously, as they shared some embarrassing stories of DeShawn, who for his part, was a good sport about all of it. 

As the conversation went on, Veranda and Becca made lunch, and they ate on the patio. Becca found herself enjoying DeShawn's parents immensely and she felt herself becoming connected with them. It was easy. Despite their obvious wealth, Veranda and Robert were very down to earth people and Becca soon found out why. 

"We were both born poor." Robert said quietly, as he finished his lunch. "I'm from Atlanta originally and Veranda is from Savannah. I met her when I was down here working on a construction site. I was a journeyman electrician at the time, barely making ends meet, and working my tail off just to hold onto my dreams." He smiled at his wife. "I met Veranda and it was love at first sight. At least for me anyway, she wouldn't even speak to me for the first month, but I kept at it and she finally agreed to go out on a date."

"He was very handsome, but I wanted to make sure he was serious." Veranda joined the conversation effortlessly. "Times were different back then and if you made a bad choice about a man, you were generally stuck with him."

"True." Robert replied. "People just didn't get divorced back then. It was right before the divorce revolution of the 70's and 80's." He sipped his Sangria. "Anyway, Veranda agreed to go out on a date with me and one date, turned into two and then we started seeing each other steadily."

"He was very handsome after all." Veranda added quickly. "I'm wasn't stupid."

"Yea, but she wouldn't marry me, until I enrolled in college." Robert laughed. "I could barely afford my car, but Veranda insisted I go to college, so I started at a community college, taking courses at night and went from there."

"You were meant to do more, than be an electrician Robert." Veranda chided him softly. "You just needed the right push."

"Well you certainly provided that honey." Roberta waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway, I finished college, Veranda finally agreed to marry me, and I moved up in the company. It wasn't long after that I was made Foreman and then when the company got into trouble, I got the chance to take it over."

"Wow." Becca replied. "That's an amazing journey, for both of you."

Veranda glanced at Robert and took his hand. "Yes, it has been. We're fortunate and blessed." She looked over at DeShawn and Becca. "We did also have to struggle though and that's something every couple has to endure at some point." 

The message Veranda was sending wasn't lost on Becca and DeShawn. Silence descended on the table and the group sat quietly, enjoying the day and the company. Finally, Robert patted DeShawn on the back. 

"You're staying for dinner right?"

"Absolutely dad." He replied. "We'd like to stay the night as well, if that's ok."




Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



"Of course honey." Veranda replied. "Although, why don't you stay in the guest room, rather than that shrine of teenage testosterone, you call a bedroom."

Becca couldn't help laughing and she added quickly. "The first thing I thought of, was "Teenage boy", when I walked in that room."

"I know right." Robert added. "The rancid smell of sweaty clothes still hangs heavy in the air."

"Knock it off, it wasn't that bad." DeShawn rolled his eyes and then stood up. "I'm going to get our luggage. Becca will you help me? We'll get it moved into the guest room and then I'll take you around and show you where I grew up."

"Sounds good."

The group broke up, with Robert promising to grill dinner, and DeShawn and Becca went to his car. Once they got everything situated in the guest room, DeShawn pulled Becca into an urgent, passionate kiss. Their lips met and a bonfire of lust flared up between them. They were naked in seconds and DeShawn bent Becca over the bed and took her from behind, forcefully, powerfully, pushing inside her.

"Fuck, I've wanted you all day." He gasped as he sank completely inside Becca. 

"Me too baby." Becca moaned breathlessly and pushed back against DeShawn. "I love the way you fill me, don't stop. Don't be gentle. Just fuck me."

DeShawn needed no further encouragement, his hands found Becca's shoulders and he pushed inside her and pulled back on her shoulders. This position gave him a tremendous amount of leverage and he used every bit of it, to fuck Becca mercilessly. Barely a minute later, he felt her pussy clench and knew an orgasm was ripping through her, but she didn't ask him to stop or take it easy on her. If anything, Becca became more responsive, pushing back on DeShawn, coaxing an orgasm out of him. 

"Tell me when you're close!" Becca begged as DeShawn continued to thrust inside her. He was close, battling to hold off his orgasm. A soft, gentle caressing sensation enveloped his balls and he realized Becca was stimulating his ball sack. 

DeShawn groaned. "OH God! Here I come." 

Becca shook off his hands and slid around, quickly going to her knees and stroking his cock. The sweet release of an orgasm swept through DeShawn and he glanced down to see Becca jerking his cock and letting him cum on her tits. She jerked his cock with one hand and held her tits up with her other arm. The scent of semen was heavy in the air and Becca smiled up at him, as he finished, breathing heavy. 

"Wow that was good." He breathed. "Sorry, I just really needed you Becca."

"I needed you too DeShawn." She said softly, as she rubbed DeShawn's cum all over her tits. "I've been wet all day, I really needed you baby."

He motioned at her chest. "That's kind of kinky." 

Becca laughed and nodded happily back at him. "I don't know what it is, but I love to watch cum spurt out of your cock. It's a huge turn-on." She blushed a little. "Besides, I love the taste and the smell."

DeShawn pulled her up and kissed her hard, passionately. "Let's get in the shower."

"Let's go."









Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



"Rueben." John said slowly. "I'm going to say this once and if I hear anything different, I'm going to come looking for you. Jessica came over because she needed space to wash the dishes from the pot-luck yesterday. She stayed and watched a movie with my daughter Bethany and then she left. That's it. That's all."

"Bullshit!" Rueben said immediately. "John, several of us watched Jessica wash those same dishes here at work yesterday afternoon, after you left." He leaned in closer. "You fucked her didn't you? Its ok dude, everyone misses a putt now and then and no one's going to tell Becca. Shit. You nailed Jessica. You're the fucking man, buddy. Now, let's hear some detai-."   

Rueben didn't finish his sentence. He couldn't. Ruben was tits up on the floor, courtesy of John's right cross, and his nose was bleeding freely. Rueben cursed and started to get up, but John stepped over him, leaned down and grasped his uniform tightly. He pulled Rueben up, until their noses were almost touching. 

"Listen to me you fucking piece of shit!" John hissed. "I told you the truth. The whole fucking truth. Nothing happened between me and Jessica. Nothing." He jerked Rueben once. "If I hear different, even hear a whisper, I will fucking find you Rueben. I will find you and beat you to within an inch of your disgusting life." John let that sink in for a moment, enjoying the fear that replaced the disgusting grin on Rueben's face. "Don't fuck with me Rueben."

"Everything ok in here?" AU's voice broke into John and Rueben's moment. 

John looked up met AU's eyes, understanding blossomed between them and AU nodded shortly. John motioned toward Rueben. 

"We're good AU." He pulled Rueben to his feet. "Rueben just fell and hit his nose on the desk. I was helping him up, when you came in."

"Well, that's certainly how it looked to me." AU shifted his eyes to Rueben. "That right Rueben?"

"Yes sir." 

"Good. Get a towel for that nose, Rueben."

Rueben left without another word and AU walked over to John. "I saw him walking in here and decided to see what was up."

"Thanks AU." 

"Anything I need to be worried about?"

"Rueben was trying to start a rumor that Jessica and I are seeing each other." He paused and looked at AU. "Seeing each other intimately."

"Ahh." AU nodded. "That sounds like Rueben. Don't worry about it, John. He's completely full of shit and everyone knows it. I'll speak to some of the other guys and stop this crap before it gets started. Jessica is pretty, but nice and smart enough to keep her private life, private. No one's going to believe you and her have anything going on."

"Thanks AU."

"You're welcome." He smiled at John. "It looks like it was a good punch."

A small laugh left John. "It was actually."

"Hey, the captain managed to convince the squadron commander, who convinced the wing commander, to stop flying operations early on Friday. We just need to get some cross country flights airborne and flying operations are going to terminate around 11:00 am on Friday."

"Wow. That's awesome."

"I know right. Well listen, the Captain wants to have an ATC (air traffic control) BBQ out at the lake. It's his way of saying 'thank you' for all the hard work everyone has put in. Most of the controllers who were at the party, have been cleared to resume duty, next week and the Captain wants to put this whole thing behind us."

"What about the controllers who haven't been cleared?"

AU's face grew serious. "They're either awaiting court-martial or an article 15 hearing."

"Shit."

"It's a big deal John." AU took a deep breath. "It's a one-mistake Air Force now and there's no leeway for DUI's or drugs. None whatsoever."

"Still sucks."

"That it does John. You're coming to the BBQ right?"

"I don't know AU, I have Bethany to watch and I'm not sure I want her around a bunch of rowdy controllers."

"C'mon John." AU urged. "This is exactly what you need." 

"I don't know, AU."

"Tell ya what buddy? Why don't we let my 16 year old babysit Bethany?" AU smiled widely. "My wife will be there as well, so Bethany will have an extra set of eyes on her."

"You sure it's not an imposition."

"Hell no." AU snorted. "My wife can't get enough of Bethany, and since we're done having kids, it's her only chance to watch a youngster."

"Ok. If you're sure, AU." A rare smile crossed John's face. "I'd like to come."

"Awesome." AU clapped his friend on the back. "Drop Bethany off in the morning, before you come to work and you can pick her up that night. I promise she'll be spoiled rotten when you pick her up."

"Sounds good."









Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



Time passed quickly, because they were very busy. Jessica only needed very minor corrections, truthfully, they were only different ways to handle a situation and she stayed in position until John's turn for a break came up. When he was relieved, Jessica went with him. 

"So, how'd I do?" She asked when they got into the training room. 

John smiled. "You know you did great Jessica. While there were a few things you could have done differently, it's really controller preference. I didn't need to do anything, other than watch. Great Job."

"Thanks John." She replied and glanced at the door. "I heard about Rueben and the rumor he tried to spread. I also heard about how you shut him down. Thank you."

"You're welcome Jessica. It was the truth and Rueben and I don't get along anyway."

"Well thank you." She looked down at her feet for a second, before meeting his eyes again. "Are you going to the BBQ tomorrow?"

"Yes." He replied with a smile and a shake of his head. "AU made me promise to go. How about you?"

"Same here." She said. "Well AU didn't convince me, another guy from the dorms has been asking me out for a while, so I said he could take me to the BBQ." 

"Well that's good." John started to respond, but noticed the expression on Jessica's face was neutral. "Or not. I take it you're not serious about this guy?"

Jessica shrugged. "He's good looking, but he knows he's good looking and he expects women to just swoon over him. Ugh. He's got a suffocating personality, but he's been asking for a while, so I thought I'd see if there's anything more to him. We'll see."

"Gotcha. Well, I'll definitely see you there."

"Awesome. I want you to come by and say hi. I might need you to rescue me."

John laughed. "Ok."

The rest of the day and night passed slowly for John. No calls from Becca and he got her voicemail when he tried to reach her. The message was upbeat, at least he tried to make it upbeat, but the emotional strain of knowing Becca was with DeShawn was really getting to him. Aside from Jessica, John turned away a few other trainee's, who asked for his help. He was also short with some of his friends and he found himself apologizing. 

Bethany was his only relief, his daughter always made him feel better. The one good thing about Becca being with DeShawn was that John got to spend all his free time with Bethany. He cooked her favorite dishes and they went down to the park to play on the swing sets and other equipment. Bethany loved it, and of course, she got really dirty. 

When she finally went to bed, John couldn't sleep. The movie theater in his mind kept playing new and extremely erotic videos of Becca and DeShawn. Each video was more erotic, more in-depth and extreme than the last one. It was like his imagination was torturing him. 



Video: Becca fucking DeShawn in public. Legs spread wide on the hood of his Mercedes, moaning and begging him to fuck her. DeShawn pumping and thrusting hard inside Becca, rough, not caring for her pleasure or whether he caused her any pain. 



Video: DeShawn and Becca laying on the beach, with Becca wearing a sheer, floss bikini. Talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company and making plans for the future and also making fun of John. Becca finally rolling over, sliding down DeShawn's body, pulling his swimming trunks down and taking him in her mouth. Right on the beach. Becca's head bobbing on DeShawn's cock, happily, enjoying giving a show. Finally DeShawn finishing in her mouth, with spectators clapping. 



Video: DeShawn and Marcus at a club with Becca, both of them dancing with her. Becca sandwiched in between the two black men, loving it. Her skintight dress riding up, showing her ass in the club. Later, DeShawn and Marcus back in their room with Becca, taking her, moving her through position, after position, after position, both fucking her at the same time. Becca moaning, laughing, begging for more, clearly enjoying the attention of the two, well-endowed black men. Asking, begging for a baby.



Once again, the videos were too intense for Mike. He stroked himself harder as they videos change and became more intense. Finally, he slid off the bed hurriedly and made it to the bathroom. His orgrasm was angry and he jerked his cock hard, almost painfully, as he tried to get the cum out of his body. It was stupid, but he hoped once he came, the videos would stop. He could get past his weird fetish of watching his wife. 

The emotional low that settled over him, after he came, was overwhelming and he fought back tears as he went back to bed. His fantasy was costing him everything.

How do I stop this?  



Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



Blake woke up the next morning and reached for Ingrid. He felt nothing in the sheets. A note was on the pillow. It said: I went to go get breakfast. I'll be back in five minutes. Stay. Don't leave please."

Blake smiled and laid his head back down on the pillow. His mind flashed back to a year ago before he met Ingrid. How he just jumped from one girl to the next. He couldn't even think about going back to that life now. He knew what he was going to do next. He already had it ready for him at the jewelry store all he had to do was go pick it up this afternoon and tonight he had it all planned. He was going to ask Ingrid to marry him. He already told his dad last night at the table before Ingrid came out of the bathroom. His mother's words did not deter him from wanting to be with her. 

He smiled to himself as he heard the door open. Ingrid came it with a bag of hot donuts. She was on her cell phone. 

"Yes, dad things are going great here." She smiled at Blake and threw him the bag of donuts.

"No, I'm about to eat breakfast with Blake.... Yes, Dad as soon as summer break comes you will get the chance to meet him...In two weeks. Dad I will be home in two weeks.... Okay love you too bye."

She looked at him and smiled. She stared at his body under her green sheets. She was still amazed how turned on she got when she looked at him. His body was gorgeous. He definitely was hot. Even with sleep in his eyes. He grinned at her with that perfect smile and her pussy twitched. His hair was freshly cut and was wild on his head from last night. 

She rubbed his cheek and sat down next to him. His face was rough with stubble. "So babe my Dad is excited to grill you. He can't wait to meet you to see if you are appropriate for his only girl. My brothers will be there as well so I feel sorry for you buddy." 

"Does he know that I am...well you know?" He looked at his hand.

Ingrid laughed. "White, babe. Yes he knows, now my brothers that's another thing. They won't be too happy. They aren't as easy going as my dad. But, once they see how much I love you they'll shut up."

Blake watched her bite into a glazed donut. He leaned over to her and licked the icing off the side of her mouth.

"MMM good. Okay, well tonight I have plans for us. Just you and me." Ingrid pouted.

"No more surprise parents Blake. In fact no more surprises I think I have had enough this weekend."

"Trust me Ingrid. It will just be you and me." Ingrid grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Shouldn't you be hanging out with your frat brothers Blake? You only have like two more weeks to chill with them before you all graduate."

"Trust me it is more important to hang out with you then them right now. They understand. Speaking of friends. Is April coming back anytime soon?"

Ingrid raised an eyebrow. "No, she called me when I was out and told me she's staying the night at a friends. Why?"

"Cause I'm hungry and its not for donuts." Ingrid laughed as he pulled her over to him kissed her slowly. His soft lips pressed deeply into hers. His mouth was sweet from the icing of the donut. He pushed his tongue in her mouth and twirled his tongue with hers. He started pulling down her gym shorts as he kissed her. He rubbed her clit and lowered himself in front of her. Ingrid's eye's shone with a sexual glaze and he pulled his tongue out and licked up and down her clit. She shut her eyes and let his tongue explore her clit. He let his tongue dart in and out of her pussy. She grabbed the back of his head and felt him clamp down on her pussy with his mouth. Ingrid grabbed his hair and came on his face.

Ingrid laid back on the bed. Blake got up and laid beside her. 

"You really know how to make a girl smile in the morning don't you." He grinned at her.

Just then his phone rang. He bent over and grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket. He groaned when he saw the name. Ingrid looked down at the phone. Caroline's name popped up on the phone.

"Answer it Blake and maybe she will stop calling." 

He frowned and answered the phone. He watched Ingrid step off the bed and throw on her gym shorts again.

"Hello Caroline."

"Hey Blake. I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't answered any of my calls." Her breath came out anxiously.

"Yeah, well I'm answering now what's up?"

"I need to meet with you today if possible." Blake looked at Ingrid pull out one of her books and began studying. 

"I'm busy Caroline. What's this about?"

"Look Blake just ten minutes that's all I need. Just meet me in the school coffee shop in like an hour." Blake looked at his watch it read ten o clock.

"Fine, in an hour then." He exhaled sharply.

"Good, see you then." 

Ingrid looked up at him when he got off the phone. "So what's up? What did she want?"

He grabbed his pants and started to pull them on. "She wants to talk about something. I don't know. I'm going to go meet her at the school café in an hour. I got to get home and shower."

Ingrid stood up. "Good, so I can study. You are definitely a distraction baby. You just sitting in my room is a distraction that's a shame isn't it?" She let her hands rub up and down his chest. She let her hands glide down his abs.

"That's cause I'm irresistible Ingrid." He pulled her close to him and licked her lips. She pushed her mouth onto his. He gripped her butt. She grinned into his mouth and pulled back.

"We can finish later Blake. I don't want to wake little Blake up again." He grinned at her and threw on his shirt.

"Don't you mean big Blake? Don't play games Ingrid." He kissed her forehead. "Be ready at 7."

"Okay, bye." Ingrid watched the door close as she collapsed on the bed. She could still smell his smell on her sheets. She grinned and fell asleep in his smell.

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Blake rushed into the coffee shop. He took longer than he expected in the shower. But his cock was rock hard after leaving Ingrid's. Plus he stopped by the jewelry store and picked up Ingrid's ring before seeing Caroline. 

He walked in and saw her sitting in a booth with a school hoodie on. She looked regular. And that was not good for Caroline. She usually was in some expensive dress with a face full of make up on and jewelry.

"Hey Caroline. So what's up?"

She gripped the smoothie in front of her. "I guess I should just come out and tell you huh?"

Blake looked at her awaiting an answer.

"I'm pregnant Blake. I'm almost three months."

The blood drained from Blake's face. His mind instantly began to calculate when was the last time he and Caroline had sex. It had been a day before he broke up with her. He knew he used a condom, but that didn't always work. 

"What? I used a condom Caroline. Shit, Shit how long have you known?"

"I've been trying to call you Blake. I once tried to come talk to you when I saw you on campus, but you were with her." She spat her out like it was something nasty in her mouth.

"You could have left a message and said Blake I have an emergency I'm pregnant or something Caroline, fuck. I'm fucked." He stared at her and took in her red-rimmed eyes.

"Look I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell at you. But, crap this is a mess. What are we going to do?"

"I want to keep the baby. I need you to be with me when I tell me parents at graduation. I think they will take it better if you are with me."

"Oh shit. I forgot about my parents. Wait till my mom hears this she will be overjoyed. Fuck Ingrid is going to hate me."

"Ingrid! Who cares what she thinks? There are bigger things in the world than you and your precious Ingrid. Look at me. My life is over. We graduate in two weeks and 6 or 7 months after that we are having a baby." Caroline started crying and let her head lay on the table. 

Blake got up and put his arm around Caroline. "We will get through this Caroline. We'll figure it out." 

Blake felt a tear sting his eye and he realized that a tear was falling down his face. His happy day just crumbled just like that.

Ingrid paced the floor of her apartment. She looked at her watch one more time. Blake was late. He was an hour late to be exact. She reached for her phone and dialed his number for the 5th time. It went to voicemail again.

"Blake please call me back as soon as you get this message. I'm getting worried now. Call me back and let me know you are okay."

Ingrid threw her phone back in her purse. "I can't stay in here any longer."

Ingrid grabbed her purse and jacket and headed out to search for Blake. She reached the parking lot and noticed his jeep. She walked over to the window and saw him leaning his head on the wheel. She tapped on the window and he looked up in shock. He unlocked the door and she walked in and got in on the passenger side.

"What's wrong Blake? Why are you sitting out here in the car? I've been calling you for like the past hour?"

He rubbed his head and stared ahead. "Caroline gave me some bad news. I don't even know if I can tell you. Because I don't even think I can think of the words to tell you."

Ingrid felt her tears trying to reach her eyes. Whatever he had to tell her was bad. She rubbed his arm to assure him everything would be okay.

"Ingrid, Caroline's pregnant. Three months pregnant and she says its mine." 

Ingrid felt the tears start to stream down her face. "How did this happen? You used protection right. Right?"

He wiped his face. "Yes, only person I've never used it on is you. I don't know what happen it had to be a hole in it somewhere or something. And now I'm fucked. Tonight was supposed to be great. Tonight was about you and me. About me asking.... it's just all over."

"I forgive you. I'm um I'm here for you Blake." She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her lips.

"No" He pulled his hand back. "What kind of relationship would it be Ingrid. You have another year of college. I'm starting grad school. And then now we have a baby to deal with. I can't make you deal with this."

"So, what are you saying Blake. Are you saying we are through because it is going to get a little hard? I'm up for this Blake. I can handle it. What I can't handle is not being with you. Going another year without you in my life." 

" It's a baby Ingrid. And it's not just a baby now we have to deal with Caroline. Gosh babe when I thought about having babies I saw it in my future with you. Not stuck in situation like this."

Ingrid pulled him over to lean his head on her shoulder. "We will deal with it together then. But, you most definitely aren't going to break up with me over this."

He kissed her neck softly. "I wasn't going to break up with you Ingrid. I was more afraid you were going to break up with me. And to be honest I don't think I would be able to handle that right now." 

Ingrid felt him nibble her ear. "I'm not going anywhere." 

She pulled his head up and leaned in and kissed him slowly. He licked her from her lips to her neck. Ingrid gasped as he let his finger brush over her nipples. She leaned over him and pulled his cock out of his pants. She pulled her panties down and pulled her body over his to straddle him slowly. 

She kissed his red-rimmed eyes, his cheeks, and then his lips slowly. While they kissed she lowered herself onto his cock. Blake groaned in her mouth as her tightness surrounded his cock. Ingrid ground her hips into him as she lifted up and down on his cock. Blake ran his hands through her thick black hair. 

"Oh cum with me Blake." He watched her throw her head back and close her eyes as her body began to shake. Blake pushed and pumped into her as he came. Ingrid stayed on top of him as he rode out and he went limp in her. 

Ingrid got back in her seat and they rode to his frat house and fell asleep in each others arms.

They both awoke the next morning to Blake's phone going off.

Blake reached over Ingrid and grabbed his phone.

"Hello." His voice was scratchy and groggy.

"What! How do you even know about this?" He got up out of the bed and threw on some sweat pants. Ingrid pulled the sheets over her body and stared at him a he paced on the phone.

"Mom, I don't know what she told you, but it is a lie I'm not marrying her...If the baby is mine I will be apart of its life, but that doesn't mean I am going to be with her.... We already had this discussion I love Ingrid...Well if that's how you feel then you marry her, bye." 

He threw the phone onto his couch. He sat on the bed. Ingrid wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"What happen Blake?" 

Blake sighed and looked at her. "Caroline called my mom and told her she was pregnant. She apparently has told everyone from my hometown. She also told them that we were back together and planned on raising the baby together."

"What! Where the hell did she get that idea?"

Blake took Ingrid's hand in his own. "I don't know. I just wish this never happen. Now I have to put you through all this drama with Caroline. And we have graduation in just a few days now and my family will be here. Are you sure you are up for all of this?"

Ingrid grinned up and him. "Are you kidding me? I love drama, especially drama if you are included in it. We will just have to set Caroline right."

Blake smiled and leaned in and kissed Ingrid softly. "I don't know how I got so lucky with you. I'm going to take a shower and then we can head out to get breakfast before we have to head out to class."

Ingrid shook her head yes and smiled as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Her smile faded as soon as the door closed. She felt the tears that had been stinging her eyes all night begin to run down her face. 

Her mind was racing. "How could this be happening when we are so happy together? Now it can all be over just like that with this baby. This baby. I have to keep it together for him, but I just feel like screaming at him. I want to scream why and how could you do this to me."

Ingrid wiped her face and put on one of his t-shirts. Ingrid looked in his mirror. She saw the picture at the bottom of them laughing and hugging from their trip to Miami. And more tears fell from her eyes. She heard the water turn off in the shower. She quickly wiped her eyes and fanned them so the red would leave her eyes.

Blake walked out the bathroom in a towel wrapped loosely on his waist. His hair black hair was dripping wet. He smiled when he saw her with a look like he thought she might have left.

"Why are you smiling like that babe. Did you think I would have skipped out on you?"

He grinned. "Well I wouldn't blame it if you did." 

Ingrid walked over to him and kissed him. She then pulled the towel from his body. Leaving him standing naked. He grinned and reached for the towel. She laughed and kept it out of reach of him. 

"Give the towel back Ingrid."

"Come get it, Blakey." She jumped on his bed and pulled the towel further out of his reach.

Blake laughed and grabbed her legs. Tackling her the bed leaving him on top of her. Ingrid laughed and leaned up and licked his lips. Blake reached his hand out and traced her face with his hand. He outlined her lips with his fingertips. 

Ingrid wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him closer to her. 

"We're going to be late for class Ingrid."

Ingrid grinned. "Forget class, its just review anyway. Plus I think you need to study anatomy anyway." 

She squeezed her legs tighter around him pulling him even closer to her. His cock brushed against her clit. Ingrid groaned and arched her back allowing him more entrance. Blake reached his head down and captured Ingrid's lips in his as he pushed into her pussy. Ingrid groaned in his mouth and he pushed harder into her. He reached in between them and rubbed her clit frantically as he thrust in and out of her.

Ingrid grabbed his butt and pushed him deeper in. Ingrid came as he pushed in and out of her. Blake pulled her shirt up so her breasts were visible. He pulled her nipple into his mouth. Ingrid's pussy twitched around his cock. Blake groaned loudly and he came in her.

He caught his breath and then picked Ingrid up and they took another shower together.

Ingrid was getting dressed in one of her outfits that she left at Blake's when someone knocked on the door.

Blake was just in some jeans brushing his teeth. 

"Do you want me to get it Blake? He nodded yes while he spit the toothpaste in the sink.

Ingrid opened the door to find Caroline staring at her. Caroline frowned at Ingrid and then caressed her stomach and shot Ingrid a smug smile.

"Ingrid well you're a pleasant surprise. Is Blake here?" She looked past Ingrid into the room.

"Hi Caroline. Nice to see you looking well. Blake, babe Caroline's here."

Blake came behind Ingrid with no shirt on. "What did you say Ingrid?"

Caroline frowned. "I said Caroline is here? Come on in Caroline."

Caroline walked pass Ingrid into the room. Blake threw on a t-shirt.

Ingrid put the rest of her stuff in her bag. "Blake I'm going to go and let you two talk. I have a final to study for. I'll see you later." 

He leaned down and kissed her goodbye. "Okay, call me."

Blake watched the door close and he turned and looked at Caroline. She frowned back at him.

"Does she know" She rubbed her stomach again.

Blake exhaled sharply. "Yes, Ingrid knows. Why wouldn't I tell her Caroline?"

Caroline sat down on his bed. " Well I just figured if you told your little girlfriend that you got another girl knocked up that she really wouldn't want to hang around anymore. Hmmph she's tougher than I thought she was."

"What does that mean Caroline? Why are you here? And why did you tell my mom about this. I didn't even get a chance to tell her before you ran and called her. And then you tell her we are getting married. That's not going to happen."

" I just called your mom to see how she was and that came out. How did I know you didn't tell her? She told me that she wanted us together and that she missed me being apart of the family. So it kind of just came out Blake. She was happy."

"Well let me make this clear so there are not misconceptions. I'm not marrying you. I'm not leaving Ingrid. That simple."

Caroline stood up and faced him. "We're having a baby Blake. And there is going to be a point when you will have to decide your family with me and your baby or that girl. I only hope you have the sense to pick us over her. I'm leaving, but I need you there when my parents come to graduation. My parents want to see you. Bye."

Blake looked at the door slam behind Caroline. He sighed and laid back on his bed.

"So how do you feel? I mean look at you in your graduation robe. You just walked across the stage you have to be excited."

Blake looked down and Ingrid and pulled her close. The two weeks flew by and now it finally happening, he just walked across the stage. He looked over Ingrid's head and saw his parents approaching him. He saw his mom's disapproving face when she walked up. Ingrid moved back from his hug. 

"Maybe I should just go home and you can just call me later after you and your family celebrate." 

Blake shook his head no and grabbed her hand in his. His dad approached them first. 

"Son, I am so proud of you. Congratulations." He shook Blake's free hand.

"It's good to see you again Ingrid. Are you going to dinner with us?" 

Ingrid grinned back at him. "Yes, if I'm welcome I'd love to."

"Great, we would love to have you come."

Just then Blake saw his mother approach them. She reached up to hug him and he hugged her with his free arm refusing to let go of Ingrid's hand.

"Congratulations Blake. I'm so proud of you." She then looked at Ingrid and then turned away.

"Hello Mrs. Roberts. Its nice to see you again." 

Blake watched his mother swallow hard and force a smile. "Hello Ingrid. So Blake Caroline's parents will be joining us for dinner. We just happen to be sitting next to each other at the graduation and we thought since we will be family in a few months from now that it is only fitting to start acting like one."




Friends with Benefits Ch. 04



Blake's father frowned at his wife. "Dammit Marie I told you not to invite them to this dinner. This is Blake's day."

"What! They will be family. Are we supposed to forget that the girl is pregnant with his baby?"

Blake cleared his throat and his parents stared at him. "I'm not going to go to dinner with either of you all. Dad you are right. Tonight is my night. And tonight I want to take my girlfriend out."

His mother stared at him with her mouth open. His dad smiled and walked back toward the parking lot.

"You are not going to embarrass us Blake. You need to come celebrate your graduation with your family, not your friend."

"She is my girlfriend mom. Not my friend. She is the woman I love. That's not going to disappear just because you want it to. We have had this discussion and I don't know why you don't understand it. But, no matter how much you protest we're still staying together."

Blake started to walk off, but Ingrid stopped him. "Blake you need to celebrate your graduation with your family. Not me. I don't want you to regret not spending graduation with your mom because of her issues with me. We can go out later and celebrate. I just don't want you to not spend a great moment of your life with your family because of me." 

"I will only go if you go Ingrid." 

Marie spoke up and looked at Ingrid. "She can go. I mean if you are willing to go, then she is welcome to come from me." 

Ingrid looked at Marie and then back to Blake. "Okay, I'll go."

Marie smiled. "Great Blake. Your dad will especially be happy you changed your mind."

Blake drove behind his parents to the restaurant. He and Ingrid drove in silence. They pulled into the parking lot and sat in the car for a moment.

"This is odd Ingrid. I think this is the only time we have ever been in the car this long without saying something to each other."

Ingrid smiled. "Naah remember when we broke up before we really got together. We didn't talk then."

"Oh yeah. When you didn't want me to tell everyone you were my girl." He threw his graduation cap and robe in the back seat of his car.

Ingrid rubbed his cheek with her hand. "I don't like the silence."

"Yeah me neither. To be honest I say we get away for a while. Let me drive you back home rather you fly and me meet you out there. That way we get a little extra time for it to be just me and you." 

Ingrid grinned at him. "You honestly are up for like a 2 day drive all the way back to my house."

"Ingrid haven't you figured it out yet. I'm up for anything with you." He kissed her lips softly and let his hands run in her soft hair.

She pulled back. "We better go in. I don't want your mom to hate me even more for having her son come in late."

"She can wait she said it was my day right?" He leaned in and kissed her more pressing harder into her lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and danced it around against hers. Ingrid groaned and felt her pussy quiver. She pulled back from him before they got to a point in which they couldn't stop. 

"Come on. We have to go in." Blake sighed heavily and got out the car. He opened Ingrid's door and lazily put his arm around her shoulder. 

He whispered in her ear as they walked into the restaurant. " We leave tomorrow for our trip. And just so you know you left me horny as shit just now."

Ingrid poked him in the ribs and laughed as they approached the table. Everyone was already there, including Caroline and her mother, father, and younger brother. Caroline was drilling a hole in Ingrid when they sat down at the table. 

They ordered their drinks and food and the table sat in silence. Blake held Ingrid's hand under the table and was making small circles in her palm.

Caroline's father finally spoke up. "So Blake. My daughter tells me she is pregnant with your child. My question for you is are you going to do what is right and marry my daughter or are you going to just continue on with this girl of yours." 

Blake's hand stopped. Ingrid looked at him and could tell he was getting mad by the fake cocky smile he plastered on his face. "Well sir, my answer to your question is simple. I plan on taking care of the child, but as for me marrying your daughter, well that's definitely not going to happen."

The table grew quiet and they all stared at Blake. Caroline's father looked at Blake and then to his daughter. 

Rick cleared his throat and smiled uneasily. "We are all here tonight to celebrate my son's graduation and Caroline's graduation. So I personally want to say I am so proud of you son. And I know you will be a success school come fall."

Blake smiled. "Thanks Dad"

Caroline's father chimed in again. "How do you plan on taking care of my daughter and the baby when you are school? Don't you think you should be looking for a job?"

"Look sir. I will do my best to take care of my kid. But, to be honest all this is coming at me fast as well. Your daughter and I weren't even together any more. And then she comes to me telling me that she is pregnant with my kid. And then all these things about marriage come up. Now like I said I will do what I can for my kid. But, your daughter, well you daughter is not my responsibility."

Caroline's father's face turned red and he walked over to Blake. "You knocked her up and now what? I mean is the sex that good with this chick. We all try the other side Blakey, but we know our place. We fuck them and then we go back to the real girls we marry. What is your fucking plan with my daughter? Do you have a plan or are you just going to run off into the sunlight with this black bitch."

Blake threw his chair back and punched Caroline's father in the face. Caroline and her mother screamed as Blake pulled the man onto the table and punched him over and over again in the face. Ingrid grabbed Blake's arm as his fist punched into the man's nose. Blood poured down the man's face as his nose was hit. Rick grabbed Blake's shoulders and pulled him back away from the table. Caroline's father slumped down on the table onto the floor. Caroline grabbed and napkin and put it to the man's face.

Rick was whispering to Blake trying to calm him down. Ingrid stared at Marie and she stared daggers down at Ingrid. She looked at Ingrid like she was the one that caused the fight.

Ingrid looked over to Blake as he sat at an empty table trying to cool down. She walked over to him and sat beside him.

"Are you okay Blake?" She looked down and hit bruised knuckles.

"Yeah, how's the old man?" Ingrid smirked.

"He'll live. I don't think he'll be asking you any question though about you and his daughters future any time soon unless he has security with him."

" I can take stuff from him. Its when he brought you into it that I couldn't take it."

"Well, even though you did beat up a man in front of everyone in the restaurant and the fact that I'm pretty sure your mom thinks I am to blame. I still want to say thank you for I guess defending my honor."

"Anytime. But, right now I think we better go. The old man looks like he's fine and I have had just about enough of this crap. Why don't we go back to my place I have to pack to take you back tomorrow anyway?"

"Lead the way, Rocky." He smiled and grabbed her hand. They walked pass the table. Blake nodded at his dad and waved goodbye to his mother as she sat there trying to calm things down with Caroline's mother.

They walked into Blake's room. It was surrounded by boxes full of his stuff.

"Wow it kind of hits home when you come in here. Imagine all the fun we had in here will be over in a few days."

Blake pulled her over to the bed and laid her down.

"Then we should make more memories while we are still in the place." He kissed her lips and let his hand lead up her dress. He pushed her dress up to under her arms. Ingrid moaned as his fingertips rubbed up and down from her neck, down her cleavage, to above her panties. She heard Blake's breathing increase and he kissed her neck sucking her soft skin into his mouth.

"Ohh Blake. Shit, I should have known you would do this to me. I thought you said you had to pack." 

Blake laughed as he unhooked her bra. He squeezed her nipples with his fingers. "Did I say that?"

He pulled her nipple into his mouth and continued to rub the outside her panties. Ingrid felt her pussy soaking her panties wet as he rubbed her clit through the cotton. She moaned and ground her hips onto his finger.

"Fuck stop rubbing it and fuck me Blake." Blake smiled pushed her panties to the side. He stuck his middle finger in her pussy and pushed it in and out of her. Ingrid groaned and she felt his finger slide in her pussy.

Blake pulled his finger out and licked it clean. He stared down at her wet pink pussy. His cock grew harder looking at it.

Ingrid rose up off the bed and pushed him into her spot. She pulled his shirt off of him and tugged down his pants. Blake laid on the bed with nothing but his black briefs on. Ingrid let her hand roam up and down his muscular chest. She kissed his neck slowly and kissed him down to his nipples. She sucked his nipple in her mouth and sucked the other. Blake groaned reached down and squeezed her ass. 

Ingrid kissed down to his hard cock in his briefs. She grabbed the waistband and pulled them down. His cock sprang into the air. Ingrid licked his cock from his balls to the head. Blake moaned as he felt the heat from her mouth as she pushed his cock further down her throat. Ingrid bobbed her head up and down his cock. She let her hand massage his balls as she pushed up and down his cock. She hummed lightly and sucked the head of his cock tasting his pre cum.

Blake pulled Ingrid up off her knees and placed her on top of him to so her pussy was on his face as she sucked his cock. He twirled his tongue around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Blake pulled her pussy lips open as he pushed his tongue into her pussy. Ingrid ground her pussy onto his face and he licked and nipped at her clit.

Blake felt his cock constrict. He pulled Ingrid off of his cock and put her on top of him. Ingrid grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. Blake held her waist, picked her up, and pushed her down on his cock. Ingrid threw her head back as she rode Blake's cock. Blake hands moved to her ass as she rode him. He gripped her ass cheek and smacked it as she bounced on his cock. Ingrid rode his cock fast slamming her pussy onto his cock. Blake felt her pussy walls tighten the grip on his cock. Ingrid moaned as she felt herself cum. Blake groaned as she came on his cock. He pulled her to the bed and got on top. He pumped faster into her pussy until he came inside of her. Ingrid's pussy twitched as he pushed the last of his cum inside of her. 

Blake pulled he sheets on top of them and pulled her into his embrace. 

"Blake?" 

Blake pulled her closer to him. "Yeah, Ingrid."

"Be honest. What are we going to do about this Caroline thing? Her dad was right about one thing, the baby is coming soon."

"I don't know. One part of me is saying I have no idea how this baby is mine and that I need a paternity test. Another part is saying step up and be a great dad, and the last part is saying run away with the woman you love and forget Caroline."

"You could never do that. You never ever would leave a baby of yours."

"No, I can't, but right now I can take my girl home to get away from this drama for a while."

"I don't want you to regret not spending time with Caroline because of me. I can take it if you want to leave me for her. Just be honest babe."

Blake kissed her forehead. "I will be there for my kid, Ingrid. But, besides that I have no interest in Caroline or any other woman besides you."

Ingrid smiled. "Well I guess we are hitting the road in the morning."

He pulled her close and they fell asleep.



Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



So this was supposed to be my last chapter, but I decided to make one last chapter. Anyway, thank you for the comments, please keep them coming. I hope you enjoy the story.

-ynglady22

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Blake pulled in front of Ingrid's house. He laid his head back and stared at her sleeping in the passenger seat. For the last two days they had been driving to her house. His mind raced back to the all the stops they made on the way. One time they had sex in the truck stop bathroom. The other she rode his dick while he drove down the empty high way.

His dick got hard just thinking of it again. He looked over at her as she slept with her hair falling in her face. He knew this weekend was it. He was going to ask her to marry him. First, he wanted to ask her dad and then finally propose. These last few days had been so great. He hadn't thought about Caroline and the baby. He knew when he came back he had to deal with that drama, but right now he was content with just being with Ingrid.

He shook her slightly to wake her up. "Wake up babe. I think we are here." 

She smiled at him and stretched. "You really wore me out at that last gas station."

"Yeah, but you didn't put up much of a fight did you. I could go for another round though." 

He leaned over started kissing her slowly. He let his hand rub up her inner thigh. He let his hand rise up her thigh to her pussy lips. He pushed his fingers into her panties and brushed his fingers across her swollen clit. Ingrid moaned into his ear. Blake lifted up her dress and pushed her panties to the side. He felt her wetness on his fingers. He pushed his middle finger into her pussy and felt her warm pussy walls squeeze his finger. Blake pushed in and out of her. Ingrid moaned. He was about to push in another when he saw the porch light come on. 

He pulled his fingers out of her and licked her wetness off his fingers. She passed him a wet wipe and he wiped his hands. Ingrid stared at him.

"Are you ready to do this Blake?" 

He grinned at her. "Please, babe I've got this in the bag. I'm not nervous at all."

"Ok, whatever you say." They got out of the car and she grabbed his hand. It was sweaty. She laughed to herself. She knew he was nervous.

They walked through the front door. "Dad we are here?"

A tall dark skin semi buff man walked out into the foyer. He grinned at Ingrid and picked her up into a hug. 

"I cooked all your favorites Ingrid. Your brothers will all be in from grad school probably tomorrow morning." He looked up and Blake standing awkwardly by the front door. 

"Dad this is Blake, my boyfriend." Blake reached out his arm to shake Mr. Moore's hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Moore." Mr. Moore shook his hand.

"I agree it's about time I met the famous Blake. You are all my daughter ever talks about. Here come on in I will show you around the house and where YOU will be sleeping." 

Ingrid rolled her eyes and grabbed Blake's hand. Ingrid and her dad showed him around the home. They stopped by the guest room on the second floor.

"Ok, Blake this is where you will be staying. My room is actually right next to this one. You know I can hear about everything in that room. So I know if you are in there or not."

Ingrid laughed. "Gosh dad he gets the picture."

"You don't have to worry about anything Mr. Moore. I won't be sneaking out."

Ingrid dad shook his head. "Well good. Since all that is handled. I will let you two unpack and I'll finish cooking dinner. It should be ready in about 20 minutes."

"Ok, Dad thanks."

Blake took Ingrid's bag out of her hands and followed her into her room. He stared around her room at all the pictures of Ingrid in high school. He looked at her pictures hugging friends. He saw a picture of Ingrid and Chris under another picture. Then he saw the one by her bed of he could only assume was her mother because the woman was just as beautiful as Ingrid.

"Is this your mom?" She stopped putting her clothes away and looked at him.

"Yeah, we look alike, right?" She walked over to him.

"Yeah a lot alike." She sat down on her bed and pulled him down to sit next to her.

"So babe it wasn't that bad was it?"

"Not at all. How do you think your brothers will act?" Ingrid made a face.

"We will just have to see. My brothers are very protective of me. And my other brother, Kyle, still thinks I should be with Chris. He thinks Chris is a changed man blah blah blah. But, in the end they will like you because I do."

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Does your dad know about Caroline?"

"No, I thought that could at least wait until after he met you." 

"Oh crap Ingrid I am going to have to tell him the truth. I don't want him to think I am a liar or something."

"Okay, well fine we will tell him. Not my brothers, just my dad. Okay, so stop being so stressed and just enjoy this vacation away from all that drama at home. And think about your girlfriend that you left all hot and bothered from the car."

Blake grinned. "If your dad catches us he will kill me."

Ingrid laid back against the pillow of her bed and lifted her dress up. She pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her clit up and down.

"Look Blake you left me so wet." Blake groaned and watched her rub her pussy up and down. He looked at the door and tried to listen for her dad.

"We can't Ingrid your dad is right downstairs." He watched her push two fingers in her pussy. 

"My dad is all the way downstairs. If you fuck me fast he will never know. I'll be quiet."

That's all Blake needed to here. He freed his hard cock and let the head rub her clit. He pushed into her pussy and held back his groan as her pussy walls squeezed his dick. He pumped in and out of her pussy. Ingrid gripped her bed sheets, as he pressed harder into her pussy. She muffled her moan in his shirt collar. Ingrid felt her body start to cum. She grabbed at the sheets and whispered his name in his ear. That drove Blake over and he came inside her.

Ingrid fell back against the bed. Blake pulled his pants up and laid beside her. They stayed in the position catching their breaths for a while. Her father called them from downstairs and told them dinner was ready. Blake kissed Ingrid.

"Just in case your dad forbids me to do that too."

When they walked downstairs he had the meal spread out on the table. They began eating. 

"So Blake how did you and my little Ing get together. She tells me you all had classes together."

" Yes, sir we had a few classes together and we studied together. And well a relationship just kind of formed out of it."

"Yeah Dad Blake and I sat next to each other and the sparks just happened."

Her father continued eating. " But, you all weren't together for a minute there were you. I mean I remember your friend April telling me a couple times you couldn't come to the phone because you were upset. And then later you told me guy problems. So, why did you break up then?"

"Dad I don't think that is a good question to ask?"

"Shh Ingrid I'm talking to Blake." Ingrid frowned and started picking at her salmon.

"Well, to be honest sir. We both weren't ready to officially be with each other at that time. We both dated afterward and then we just realized that we wanted to be with each other."

"Hmmph, Well from what my daughter has told me about you. You seem like a decent guy. She is obviously enamored with you. So if she is happy then all I can do is welcome you as well."

Ingrid smiled at him. "Wow, thank you sir. I am really glad to hear that." 

"No problem. As long as you keep her happy then who am I to complain."

'Thank you daddy." She got up and hugged him. Her dad smiled. They cleaned the plates and Blake and Ingrid left so she could show them the city.

" So this was my high school. And that's my elementary. Am I boring you? Do you really want to know about my old schools?" They were sitting on a bench outside of her school. 

Blake put his arm around her. "Yeah, I want to know everything about you Ingrid." She grinned and leaned in closer to him. 

Blake could feel the velvet box he had been carrying for days in his pocket. He looked up at the stars and then back down to Ingrid in his arms. It's now or never, thought Blake.

"Ingrid, last year I never thought I would meet someone as special as you. I mean I wasn't a relationship guy. But, when I met you all that changed. I instantly fell in love with you. And today I can't think of spending another day with out you."

Ingrid stared at him as he spoke. A tear rolled down her face. "I love you too Blake." She leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled back. He rose off the bench, got down on one knee, and pulled open the velvet box.

Ingrid gasped as she realized what he was doing. He stared up at her with his deep blue eyes. 

"Will you marry me Ingrid Moore?"

Ingrid felt face smiling hard. " Oh my gosh. Yes, Yes. Definitely yes." 

Blake smiled and kissed her softly. He slipped the ring on her finger. 

"I've been wanting to do that for weeks now babe."

"How the heck did you keep this a secret? I am with you all the time when did you get the ring?"

"I have my ways, Ingrid."

"Oh my gosh we are engaged. You are my fiancée. Oh I love saying that Blake. I can know introduce you as, "Blake my fiancée"."

"So you like the ring? I was going to ask April to help me pick it out, but I figured she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret."

"I love the ring. I love you."

"I do need you to do something though." Ingrid looked at him.

"What do you need?"

"We need to keep it a secret until I ask your dad for his approval. Plus I've got to tell him about Caroline."

"Ok. If that's what you want. I'll jut wear it around my neck and secretly admire it."

"I love you Ingrid. You have stuck by me with all this stuff with Caroline when I know that any other woman would just leave."

"Well, I thought about it. I'm just kidding. Anyway you are way too hot for me to just dump you." She laughed.

"Oh really. So you just stayed with me for my good looks" He kissed her neck.

"Mmmmm yep and it does help that you are great in bed." Blake laughed and pulled her on top of him.

"Ingrid, do you think anybody can see us out here." He kissed lower down her neck into her cleavage.

"Oh gosh that feels good. Oh yes. Right now I don't care who is watching babe."

Ingrid massaged his cock through his pants as Blake unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled her nipple into his mouth. He brushed his teeth across her nipple as he sucked it deeper into his mouth. Ingrid freed his cock from his pants and stroked him slowly up and down, while Blake continued to attack her breast. Ingrid took her other hand and slid her panties to the side. She pushed her middle finger into her pussy. She felt the wetness surround her finger as she pushed in and out of her pussy.

Blake stopped sucking her nipple and watched her throw her head back bringing herself to orgasm. He watched her stroke her finger in her pussy. Blake moved her hand and pushed his cock in her pussy. Ingrid moaned as her slammed his cock in and out of her. Ingrid bounced on his lap and he pushed deeper into her. Blake leaned in and kissed Ingrid as she came. He pushed in harder into her and came.

Ingrid got off his lap and his cum ooze out of her on her leg. She grabbed it onto her finger and licked it. 

"MMm we taste good Blake." He smiled at her.

They started their walk back to Ingrid's house. 

"I wish you were having my baby Ingrid. Since we have been together I always pictured us having kids."

"We will have kids. And I will treat your baby with Caroline like he or she is mine."

He pulled her close to him and kissed her on the forehead. They walked up to her front door. 

"So fiancée of mine. Looks like this is goodnight. I don't think your dad is going to be to happy if he wakes up in the morning to find me in his daughters bed."

Ingrid laughed. "No, that would definitely make him hate you. Night Blake."

He pulled her to him and kissed her slowly. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked his slowly and then pulled away. She leaned in to continue the kiss, but he pulled away.

"No way Ingrid. We will start something and I don't want to make a bad impression with your dad."

"Oh so you just kiss me like that and leave me all hot and bothered and go to bed. I'll be up all night."

He smiled. "See now you know how you leave me sometimes." He smiled and walked into his room.

Ingrid groaned and walked into her room.

Blake woke up the next morning. He staggered into the bathroom and washed his face. He walked out the room and bumped into a younger version of Ingrid's dad.

"Oh man I'm sorry." The guy stared at Blake.

"Great. Just great. So you are Ingrid's boyfriend, huh?" Blake met the guy's eyes. 

"Look I don really want to make an issue out of this. I love your sister. If you have an issue with this then I'm sorry."

The guy looked Blake over. "It's to early to discuss this. My brother and I just got here." He picked his bag up and headed into his room.

Blake watched him walk away and he went in his room and got dressed. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and saw Ingrid laughing with a guy that resembled the one he ran in upstairs. The guy stopped smiling when he saw Blake approach. Ingrid smiled at Blake and ran over and grabbed his hand.

"Ok, Ryan this the guy I have been telling you about. Blake this is my brother Ryan. Ryan this is Blake." Ingrid looked at Ryan and then back to Blake.

Blake walked over to Ryan and reached his hand out. "It's great to meet you man. Your sister talks about you and your brother all the time."

Ryan looked at Blake's hand and laughed. He got up out of his seat and grabbed a juice out of the fridge. 

"Funny she hasn't told us that much about you. She definitely didn't tell us you were a white guy. What's the deal are you trying to experiment with black girls for a minute or something."

Ingrid ran over to her brother and pushed him. "Ryan what am I an idiot or something. You think I would just let a guy just use me like that. Blake and I love each other."

"Right whatever you say Ingrid. But, we all know you aren't good with picking the right guys for yourself. Look at you and Chris."

Ingrid starred at her brother. 

"I don't really understand how you have an issue with me if you don't even know me. "

Ryan looked at Blake again, "I don't have to know you. I know your type. You have some fun with a black or "exotic" chick for a minute and then next thing you know you are marrying some white girl."

"Look Ryan. We are done arguing about this. I don't give you crap about the girls that you have come through her. Respect me and my boyfriend while we are here."

"Whatever Ing. Live your life."

He grabbed his juice and walked out the room. Ingrid looked up and Blake.

"I guess that went great, huh?" He smiled and pulled her over to him. He kissed her forehead.

"Yeah my brothers are stubborn. But, who cares. You are my fiancée now. And they will just have to get used to us being together." She turned around and kissed him slowly on the lips.

Ingrid pushed deeper into his lips. Blake grabbed her butt and pulled her closer. Then he pulled back and sighed. 

"Baby you are making it hard for me. You know you can't kiss me like that in the kitchen without me wanting you."

Ingrid smiled. "You are just so irresistible Blake I couldn't help myself."

He pulled her closer to him and squeezed her ass through her blue jean shorts. "Is that right? Then maybe you and I should get out of this house for a minute so I can see just how irresistible I am to you."

He sucked her lower lip into his mouth as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Ingrid let her hand rub his cock. Blake moaned and pulled her closer to him. He unbuttoned her shorts and pushed his hands into the tight fabric. He dug his hand into her panties and let her his fingers rub her clit. 

They both heard someone come down the stairs. Blake pushed back from Ingrid. Ingrid fastened her jeans and pretended to be getting something out of the refrigerator. Blake sucked his wet fingers into his mouth and tasted Ingrid on them.

They both turned and looked at Kyle and Ryan walk into the kitchen. They both looked at Ingrid and then back to Blake. 

"So are you two going to behave while we are here or are you going to give Blake attitude the whole time here?"

Kyle sighed loudly. "Look Dad talked to us upstairs. And if he is fine with it, then we will be cool about it this weekend. It doesn't mean we are happy about it Ing. We are just dealing with it."

Ingrid hugged both of them. "Well I'm glad you at least won't be jerks over the weekend. I love Blake. And I love you two. So I would like it if you all would get along with him."

Ryan looked over at Blake. "Well I hope you are worthy of her dude because the minute you break my sisters heart I am kicking your ass."

Blake starred back at him. "You don't have to worry about that. I don't plan on breaking your sisters heart. I plan on always being with her."

"Yeah well we shall see. Anyway Ing we are all going to the store to get stuff for the BBQ. Do you two want to go?"

Ingrid looked at Blake with a lustful look. Her brother's missed it. "Nope we'll stay here. See you all when you get back."

They waited until they heard the door close. Then Ingrid pounced on him. She pulled his face down to her and began kissing him slowly. Blake lifted her off the floor and Ingrid wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"Where should we go?" His voice was raspy as he leaned in and kissed her neck.

"Umm your bedroom." Blake carried her up the stairs into his room. He laid her on the bed and removed his shirt and shorts. Ingrid watched as he removed the rest of his clothing. She stared at his rock hard body as his muscles flexed as he removed his clothing. He threw everything on the floor and walked over to the bed with his cock hard in front of him. 

Ingrid rose up to her knees and rubbed her hand down his chest. She leaned in and sucked slowly on his nipple. She then moved over to the other. She slid her tongue down his chest to his cock. Ingrid licked up and down his cock following the vein with her tongue. Blake moaned as she sucked the head of his cock down her throat. He felt the warmness of her mouth engulf his cock. He let his hands play in her soft hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. 

He pulled her off of him and raised her up on the bed. He kissed her passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Ingrid groaned as he pulled her shirt over her head. Blake sighed when she removed her bra and he saw her brown areolas in his face. He let his hands glide over her flat stomach to her thick thighs. He pulled her shorts and panties down and stared at her naked body. 

He let his hand rub her clit. She groaned as he felt her wetness. He inserted two fingers into her hot pussy. 

" Fuck me Blake. Fuck me now."

Blake raised her right leg in the air and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Ingrid moaned as his hard cock pushed in and out of her pussy. Ingrid felt his balls slap against her clit as he pushed into her harder with each stroke. She scratched at his back as she came on his cock. Blake reached down and rubbed her clit as he shot his cum inside of her. Ingrid started to spasm as she came again. 

Blake pulled her close and kissed her on her sweaty forehead. "I want to do this everyday with you Ingrid. I always want to have you in my arms."

Ingrid smiled as she rubbed his chest with the tips of her fingers. "I know what you mean. I am so comfortable with you Blake. And when I see you its like some magnetic pull is bringing us closer together. And all I ever want to do is to be with you."

He leaned down and kissed her lips. "I want to marry you as soon as possible."




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



"How was it?" asked my husband Bill.

He had picked me up and we were having brunch. The restaurant was crowded and busy on a Saturday morning. Clinking dishes and roaring conversation converged and echoed throughout the establishment.

I was tired and bit sore from a night of passionate sex with Bill's well hung best friend Victor. I put my coffee cup back down on its saucer, a bit of coffee swirled out of the cup and dripped onto the tablecloth.

"Do you want to hear about?' I asked luridly.

"Not particularly. I think what happened between you and Vic should stay between you two." 

Bill forked scrambled eggs into his mouth, chewed, swallowed and asked, "Why, do you want to share details?"

"He's got a big cock," I blurted out. 

Bill choked on his food. I patted his back rather briskly. We were sitting side by side instead of across from each other. He took a sip of water to wash it down then asked me red-faced, "Did you like it?" 

"Yes." I replied honestly. "Bill look at me." 

I waited for Bill to look me in my eyes, "I love you. I loved you before Vic and I love you now. You're the one who wanted to know how it was."

"So you're saying size doesn't matter?" he asked.

"Not exactly. I'm saying I love you for a million reasons not just your penis size. But, to be honest Vic's size did add to my pleasure."

Bill didn't say anything. I reached under the table and grabbed his crotch my action hidden by the tablecloth. He was hard. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He grinned widely when I began stroking it.

"Are you sure you don't want to hear a few details?" I cooed.

He shook his head, "No Stella. I really do think that should be private, just between you and Vic. It does excite me that you were with him and he pleasured you but he's too close of a friend to hear more. It's enough to know Victor and you are friends with benefits."

"I'm not sure I understand," I stated as I continued fondling his hard dick under the table.

"Vic's my best friend and I know he cares about you. I know you care for Vic and you're my wife. There's just too much emotional baggage attached for me to hear details. But, like I said it does excite me to know he gratified you. Did you gratify him?" 

I stopped manipulating Bill's cock momentarily I was surprised by the question. I smiled and began jacking my husband off in earnest. I lowered my voice so only Bill could hear me in the busy restaurant. "I don't know, I think he did, he sure cummed a lot. Would you like to cum, Bill?"

Crimsoned face he nodded his head. He was panting. He clutched the table so hard I was afraid he might turn it over. I fisted his cock with rapid-fire strokes. Bill's face redden even more then his eyes rolled back into his head. I thought he might pass out. He growled, "Awwww!"

His cum splattered into the napkin in my hand I used to catch it. It felt warm and wet and filled the napkin. When I had milked the last drop of cum from his cock I dropped the napkin on the floor. I smiled, "Feel better, Baby?" 

"Gosh, yes!" he hissed. Then he reached under the table and put his cock away before he zipped his pants. He looked me in the eye, "I love you. I love you for what you do for me and what you did for Vic. I'm sure he feels better too."

I giggled and asked, "How was your poker game? Did you win lots of money?"

"Let's just say I left with more than I started with."

Bill called for our check and we left the restaurant. I scooted next to him in the car and rested my head on his shoulder. I was relaxed and had a full belly, soon I was soundly dozing, before I knew it we were home.

"Stella, we're home," said Bill as he gently shook me awake. I yawned and then nodded that I understood. 

"Come on." He grabbed my garment bags and led me into the house. 

I kicked off my shoes in our bedroom while Bill put my things away. I went into the bathroom and began running a bubble-bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles scattered about the bathroom, soothing lavender, jasmine for relaxing muscles and bergamot for its uplifting properties. I turned off the overhead light and the bathroom glowed with candle light which added to the relaxed atmosphere. I inhaled deeply and slid into the warm water.

After letting me relax for several minutes Bill came into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. "How are you doing, Babe?"

"This feels great do you want to join me?"

"Naw, but I'd like to talk to you about something...maybe...awkward.... you may get mad at me...you may not want to talk to me again."

I sat up in the tub too quickly and water splashed out on the floor. "What's wrong Bill? Are you angry with me because I had sex with Victor after all?"

"No."

"Do you want to have sex with someone else?"

Bill laughed, "Goodness no."

"What then?"

He touched my shoulder and nudged me back down into the water. I looked into his eyes a bit reassured and slid back down into the relaxing warm water. "Bill what's wrong?"

"Baby, nothing's wrong. I'm not upset about you and Vic. Remember I set it up. I'm the guy who doesn't mind that his wife is having sex with a friend, I'm a wittol. I find it very exciting."

Bill took a wash rag and gently lathered my breasts with it. My nipples harden in response to his ministrations. I watched him intently and then he looked me lovingly in the eyes and kissed me. I kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth momentarily.

He broke our kiss and said, "You know I love you, right?" I nodded and he continued, "Well, you know I was playing poker over with the guys..."

"Which guys?" I interrupted.

"My boss David, Greg and..."

"Greg your protégé?"

"Yeah, we played at Tyrone's apartment. He's gone to crap since his divorce."

I wrinkled my forehead and tried to picture the black couple during happier times. "Yeah, I remember Tyrone, he's a big guy right? Didn't he play football in college and his wife was a cheerleader?"

Bill nodded, "Yeah, anyway, we were playing cards and drinking beer and just being guys. I had put your panties from yesterday in my pocket..."

I cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Why did you put my worn panties in your pocket?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess I planned to sniff them and beat off when I got home."

"Bill!"

"I'm not going to apologize for enjoying your scent. You really don't know how sexy and sexual you are, do you? Anyway, your panties were slightly sticking out of my pocket. I got up to get another beer Tyrone saw them and pulled them out of my pocket. He held them up and whistled and then he smelled them and then he passed them around to the other guys."

"Oh Bill I'll never be able to go to one of your company functions again." I felt my face flush red with embarrassment and I slid further down in the water until my head was under the water.

I popped back up and once again splashed water out of the tub. This time Bill was in the impact zone and the material of his trouser leg darken wetly. 

He ignored the wetness and apologized, "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get embarrassed but the fact of the matter is you're a sexy woman and your pussy aroma is very exciting. You should understand the power of scent with all these candles lit up."

Giggling I said, "You've got a point. I guess that's why women have a scent any way, to entice men. But, it's still embarrassing."

"I never meant for you to be embarrassed. After they passed around your panties they started telling me how lucky I was to have you. I agreed with them."

I said, "Thank you." 

He kissed me and then continued. "They started moaning about their lack of sex. Tyrone hasn't had any since before his divorce."

Once again I interrupted Bill, "I'm surprised about that, as good looking as he is I would think women would be falling all over him."

Patiently Bill shook his head negatively, "Naw, he's been too hurt, but he's awful lonely. David's wife's hasn't been in the mood for sex since she started menopause. And Greg is such a geek; he doesn't have enough confidence to even ask a girl out."

"That must have been quit a conversation." 

He nodded. "It got me thinking. Thinking maybe you might be willing to broaden our circle of friends with benefits."

My mouth dropped open and I didn't say anything for several moments. Bill remained silent waiting for my response. "You want me to fuck more of your friends? Do you think I'm some kind of cum dump for your friends? Is that the only way you can get excited anymore? Do you think I'm a slut that will drop my panties for anyone you point out?"

Bill sat silently with his arms folded across his chest letting me vent. He had a pained expression on his face. When I was finished he said simply, "Stella, I don't think you're a cum dump. I'm sorry I brought it up. For what it's worth I think you're the sexiest woman on the planet. I know I'm lucky to have you. I know you could have any man but you chose me and I love you for it."

He walked out of the bathroom and left me to soak. My mind was a whirl with thoughts of what Bill had brought up. I wondered if I had over reacted. I had after all enthusiastically fucked his best friend last night. In fact I planned to fuck Vic again, soon, very soon. Bill and I hadn't discussed if Vic and I would or could get together again.

I got out of the tub and dried off. I slipped on my pink terry clothed robe and wrapped my long black hair up in a towel. I went looking for Bill. He was on the back deck sipping on a beer. I grabbed a glass of chilled wine and joined him at the table. 

I kissed him and sat down, "Sorry, I got angry."

"I didn't mean to offend you," he replied.

"Can I see Vic again?" I asked finally.

"You can if you want. That's up to you and him." He replied then he took a swig of beer.

I sipped my wine then asked, "You won't be upset?"

"Stella, I figured if you had sex with Vic once you would probably want to again. I would have been surprised if you didn't. So no, I'm not upset. I'm sorry I upset you. I love you so much."

I took his hand in mine, "Bill, I love you too. It took me awhile to understand why you wanted me to get with Victor and like you've said there is an emotional attachment to him. I care about him and he cares about me which added to the sex. I just don't understand why you want me to fuck your boss and colleagues, I barely know them." 

"It's hard for me to explain so I guess it would be hard for you to understand. First, I don't think you're a slut and I don't want you to be a cum-dump for my friends." 

He squeezed my hands and continued, "Second, I know you love me as much as I love you. What we are talking about here is sex. You had an emotional bond with Vic because of our years of friendship yet, I knew if you had sex with him it wasn't going to change the way we love each other. In fact its deepen it."

"Okay, I understand the situation with Vic." I said.

Bill let go of my hands and untied my robe it hung open revealing my big breasts. He began caressing one and both nipples harden. "Like you said you barely know these guys, so it would be more of a sexual encounter than an emotional one."

"Baby, that feels good." I cooed as he continued manipulating my tits. I sat back in my chair and propped my legs in the chair beside me exposing more of my body to the sun. It warmed my skin the way Bill's attention was generating warmth deep in my belly.

He kissed me and gently pulled a nipple. I squealed with delight and Bill resumed, "you asked me if I wanted to watch you and Vic have sex. I didn't. I couldn't because of all the emotional ties..."

I interposed. "You want to watch me have sex with your three friends?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. It's called troilism. It refers to the erotic interest in watching one's romantic partner engage in sexual behavior with a third party."

"And that's what it takes to excite you? Since when?" I inquired.

Bill shook his head, "Not at all, it creates for me compersion."

"Compersion?"

"Compersion is a state of empathetic happiness and joy experienced when an individual's romantic partner experiences happiness and joy through an outside source."

I laughed, "It sounds like you've been reading psychology books again."

Bill laughed too, "No, I looked it up online." 

He trailed his hand from my breast down my belly when it reached my naval I spread my legs for him. Inviting him to stimulate me even more. I tilted my head back and let the towel wrapped around my fall to the deck releasing my long locks. Bill inserted a finger into my throbbing twat I closed my eyes and moaned.

"Goodness, Stella, you are so wet. Does the thought of being shared excite you?"

Bill pressed his palm against my clit and an electrical pulse shot through my body. "Would you like to fuck my friends?" He teased my pussy sliding his finger in and out. He leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth.

I groaned with pleasure and encouraged him by holding his head to my breast and running my fingers through the back of his hair. "What did you have in mind I'm not saying yes and I'm not saying no. I want to hear what you're thinking."

He gently clamped my nipple between his teeth and pulled on it by tilting his head. My face contorted in pleasured pain until he let my nipple slip from his mouth. A soothing warmth developed deep in my belly. He kissed me hungrily, his tongue probing my mouth. "I have thought about it. I figured we'd just invite the guys over here, maybe tonight."

"Guys? You want me to fuck them at the same time?" My voice raised an octave in protest. "I'm not going to be some kind of fuck-doll in a gang bang."

Bill smiled and gently bit my earlobe, "You didn't let me finish. I know you wouldn't enjoy being mauled in a gang bang. Remember my joy comes from your joy, your pleasure. I'm not going to put you into a situation I know you won't enjoy."

"Then what are you proposing?" I moaned as Bill continued fingering me.

Bill explained his scheme to me while he danced his digit in and out of my sopping snatch. I had to admit that what he had in mind was exciting and adventurous. I mulled it over in my mind while Bill maneuvered his finger around my pussy.

Finally I agreed, "Okay, I'll do it but if I get uncomfortable or they get out of hand it's finished. Okay?"

"Agreed." Bill dropped to his knees and spun my chair away from the table. I lifted my legs onto the arms of my chair further splaying my bald cunt for my husband. His face disappeared between my legs. His tongue darted across my clit at light speed. I pushed down on the back of his head. He replaced his finger in my pussy with his thumb. I groaned enjoying the proceedings of the fatter and stubbier shape.

"That's it...Baby... Aww" I stammered.

An orgasmic wave was beginning to peak. Bill knew instinctively that I was close so he jammed a finger up my saturated butthole. I yelped at the intrusion. When Bill closed his thumb and finger together it let me know what a six-pack felt like and brought the wave of orgasm crashing down. I screamed as white light raced from my pussy to the pleasure centers of my brain. 

Bill stood up as I recovered and I put my feet back down on the deck. He fished his cock out of his trousers and I took it into my mouth. I slowly inhaled it until my lips were pressed against his pubic hair. I paused letting Bill enjoy the sensation of my warm wet mouth. I could feel his dick throb against my tongue. 

Then I slowly pulled my head back, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum. I sucked on the head and stroked his wet shaft. Bill groaned as I tongued his piss slit and jacked him faster. I knew he wouldn't last much longer as his dick helmet grew larger. I once again engulfed his whole cock down my throat and began swallowing as jets of jizz shot from his cock. Bill hollered in ecstasy. 

I spit his cock out and wiped my mouth with the bath towel I had dropped on the deck. I smiled at my ability to swallow all the cum Bill had to offer. He suggested I go take a nap while he arranged for the evening's festivities. 

Maybe this was what compersion looked like I recalled how attentive Bill had been when he had prepared me for my date with Victor. He seemed to enjoy the preparation and attention as much as I did. I went into our bedroom and collapsed on the bed and I slept rather soundly very much relaxed from my bath and orgasm.

A few hours later Bill woke me up. I yawned and stretched and felt refreshed. "The guys will be here in a couple of hours. We need to get you ready." 

Bill had brought up a tray with soup, salad and ice tea. He went through my lingerie drawer while I ate. "That should do," he said as pulled out a wide black garter belt.

When I finished eating he had me lay across the bed on my belly. He poured a mixture of sandalwood, rose and orange blossom oils, all known aphrodisiac oils, into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm them. Satisfied he began to massage my naked backside from the soles of my feet to the top of my shoulders. 

"That feels so good, Baby," I said relaxed. "Are you sure you don't want to call the boys back and tell them to forget it? You can fuck me all night long."

"Roll over." Bill commanded and I complied. "You are beautiful and sexy. I think you will enjoy all the attention and pleasure the guys will give you."

He massaged my breasts and my nipples responded to the warmth of his touch. He slowly and sensuously worked his way down my belly to between my thighs. He gently inserted a finger with a generous amount of oil into my vagina working his fingers until he was satisfied that I was producing enough of my own nectar. Then removed his finger from my pussy and rammed it roughly into my anus. I gasped at the sudden violation. 

"Easy big guy." I warned.

"Sorry, we need to fix your hair and get your make up on." Bill held out his hands I grasped them and he pulled me up. 

We went into the bathroom. Bill told me he wanted my long black hair pulled up into a sexy bun. I brushed my hair to the back of my head, pulled it into a pony tail and twisted it into a bun. Bill handed me bobby pins to hold it in place. While my arms where raised and my hands working at the back of my head Bill took the opportunity to stimulate my breasts by sucking on my nipples.

"You're not making this easy, you know." I commented.

"I'm not trying to make it easy. I'm trying to make it pleasurable. How am I doing?" He replied and playfully bit a nipple.

"You're driving me insane." I kissed him hard on the mouth. "Now what?"

"I watched the make-up artist the other day; let me try to apply your make-up." Bill took concealer and padded it under my eyes. Then applied a makeup base followed by eye liner. I closed my eyelids as he brushed on eye shadow. "Not bad." I complimented him. 

"Here's a trick I'll do myself." I dabbed a finger into my lightest eye shadow color and then I press it into the inner corner of my eye where the upper lid meets the bottom lid. This made my eyes pop. 

"That's good," said Bill. He then took my mascara wand and combed my eye lashes. He handed me the shade of red lipstick that he wanted me to wear. I puckered my lips in the mirror and colored my lips. He nodded pleased with the result. I was too.

He took me by the hand and led me back into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed while he slid sheer black fishnet stockings up my legs caressing them up my thighs. He stood me up and then he knelt and placed my feet into my sexy black stiletto heels. 

Then he wrapped a wide black garter around my waist. It was six inches of black stretch lace and had hooked on the side. Six inches of lace covered my lower belly from my naval to the cleft of my vulva. The black garter and stockings would highlight my bald pink pussy. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



Bill clipped my fishnet stockings to the four dangling suspender straps. He sucked a hickey on my ass claiming it as his.

I looked in the full length mirror attached to the wall. I definitely had the slut wife look going. I found it somewhat surprisingly stimulating. My nipples harden and seemed to throb with an inner warmth. I was feeling wanton.

"No panties," said Bill still kneeling before me. I looked down into his eyes they shone with lust and longing.

He grabbed my bare buttocks and pulled my crotch to him. He kissed my pouting puffy pussy lips. I tilted my head back moaned as his tongue slithered into my soaking slit. I pulled his hair trying to get more of his tongue into me. He work two fingers into my snatch and tantalized my clit from its hiding place.

Bill took me to the brink and then when I was ready to pop he stood up. I leaned against the dresser panting. "Fucker." I gasped.

He smiled at me and held up a long sheer black robe for me to slip into. He kissed my neck lovingly and I could feel his erection through his trousers pressed against my butt. He held me close for a moment and then took my hand and led me downstairs.

The guys were already in the den sipping on beers dressed in bathrobes. Tyrone whistled when caught sight of my long fishnet cover legs coming down steps. David quickly put his beer on the bar before he dropped it and Greg just stood open mouthed. 

"We need mood lighting," said Bill darkening the wall lights. 

A bar stool stood in the middle of the room underneath the hanging ceiling light fixture. The only light on in the room. It cast a spot light onto the stool. The mellow bass of Barry White's vocals played on the sound system. The mood was set and so was I.

I stopped in front of David. He smiled at me as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. My tongue darted into his mouth and his tongue happily wrestled with mine. David was fifty but kept himself in good shape. His hair was completely gray but it was thick and showed no signs of thinning. He started to say something but I pressed my finger to his lip.

David began to squeeze my breast. My breath did a slight intake in response. His dick was hard and jutted out from his robe. I untied it and began to stroke his cock. I encircled it with my hand at the base up against his belly and pulled my hand towards me. He moaned and kissed me. I broke our kiss and moved on to Tyrone who was standing between David and Greg.

Tyrone was a black Adonis his skin the color of cocoa. We kissed, lightly at first and then more passionately. I grunted as Tyrone probed my slick cunt with his large middle finger. He pressed his palm against my clit I sucked in my breath with pleasure. I felt his hard-on poking into my midsection it felt like a tree trunk. I opened his robe and glanced down, "Oh, my," I gasped his hard cock was touching the bottom of his navel. 

Tyrone grinned broadly his white teeth contrasted starkly with his dark skin making them gleam brighter. I was pleasantly surprised to see he had shaved his pubic hair his bald genitalia added to his sexiness. I ran a painted finger nail down the length of Tyrone's hard cock it throbbed beneath my touch. I nodded hypnotized by the protruding monster cock as Tyrone offered, "I better go last."

Greg was shyly standing next to Tyrone. He was the youngest, just twenty-five. His cock was better than average but not near as big as Tyrone's. I smiled at him then wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He kissed me back unsure and inexperienced. My tongue probed his mouth for his tongue and soon he responded by chasing my tongue with his. He began roughly squeezing my tits. "Not so hard, Tiger. Why don't you suck on them?"

Greg nodded and lowered his head to my breasts quickly sucking a nipple into his mouth right through the sheer material of my robe. I moaned to let him know he was doing it right and I enjoyed it, "That's it, Tiger."

Teasingly I grabbed Greg's cock to tantalize him. Suddenly it shot white jizz onto my forearm. "Oh, nooo!" whined Greg. 

I rapidly began to jerk my hand back and forth on his dick aiming Greg's erupting cock at my pussy. When he was finished cumming he whimpered "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm sorry."

Most of Greg's seed hand landed on my robe. He stood before me looking dejected with his head hanging down. 

I leaned up and whispered, "It's okay Greg. You're young there's plenty more where that came from." I kissed his cheek and pulled off my soiled robe and tossed it aside.

Bill had been standing next to us watching. I nodded to him and he walked over to the stool. I walked down the line to David. I led him to the stool by his hard-on. 

I sat on the edge of the bar stool, the wood was cold against the hot skin of my buttocks. I oohed in pleasured response. Bill stood behind me and I leaned back against him for support. His arms encircled me to keep me from falling off the stool. His hands rested at the base of boobs allowing David access to my rigid nipples.

I raised my stocking clad knees and luridly spread my legs invitingly for David. His eyes immediately feasted on my gash which glimmered with lust. I saw his dick twitch and he dropped his robe. 

He stepped between my open thighs and I slowly guided his bigger than average cock into my cunt. We both moan with pleasure. Once David's cock was fully seated into my cunt I leaned back against Bill's chest and draped my arms around his neck for further support. This also gave David complete access to my heaving tits.

"Your pussy feels so good, Stella," he choked as his dick became engulfed in my velvety wetness. 

He reached for a tit and squeezed it like a melon. He began to buck his hips almost completely withdrawing his cock before stuffing it fully back into me. He did this for several minutes and then he began to pick up speed.

I looked up at Bill who seemed mesmerized by the sight of David's wet cock gliding in and out of my gash. 

"Like what you see?" I panted.

He nodded and then kissed me. "I love you." 

"Do you like David's dick?" he asked me watching it slide in and out of me.

I looked into David's eyes before answering, "I love David's dick, it's nice and thick."

That must of motivated him because after David smiled at me he really picked up speed and began to bang my pussy with abandon. I felt him grow larger and I knew he was close to cumming.

"Are you going to cum, David?" I asked panting. He nodded his silver hair falling into his face. "That's it David cum in my pussy. Fuck me until you cum."

My filthy talk sent David over the top with a final thrust he buried his cock in me as far as it would go. I grabbed David by the shoulders and held him close. Bill helped to push me up and held me so I could whisper in David's ear as he emptied himself into me. "Fill my pussy with your cum, David."

He kissed me as he recovered and his spent dick soften and fell from my gapping gash. "Thanks, Stella. I needed that. It's been so long. I love your pussy."

I smiled back, "It was my pleasure David." 

David picked up his robe and put it back on. I leaned back against Bill and kissed him. Some of David's cum dribbled out of my cunt when I leaned back and it ran down the crack of my ass. Bill watched it intently. 

Greg slowly approached me and stood unsure in front of my spread legs. He looked intently at my pussy which was weeping David's cum. His dick visibly throbbed with excitement. I curled my forefinger and waved Greg between my thighs. 

He was young and ready to fuck. I guided his hard cock into my wet cunt. I grinned at Greg as I watch his eyes widen with delight he felt my wet pussy grip his dick with a damp velvety pleasure. "Aww, your pussy feels so good."

He immediately began to hammer away at my cunt with youthful enthusiasm. I leaned into Bill who squeezed both my breasts while he watched Greg's cock piston in and out of my pussy. I ran a finger nail down Greg's chest. He groaned and pummeled my pussy that much more. I felt his dick get bigger and I had Bill once again push me up. 

I wrapped my arms around Greg's neck and watched as his face contorted in pleasure. He drove his cock into me to the hilt and I could feel it twitching has he shot his load. "That's it Tiger cum in my cunt." 

His eyes rolled back in his head and showed white he moaned deeply. When he was finished cumming I kissed him. He gently squeezed my tit and said, "I'm sorry I cummed all over you. Thanks for giving me a second chance." 

I laughed and patted his bare bottom, "It was very gratifying Tiger, we'll make a first rate lover out of you, yet."

Greg pulled his still hard dick out of me and cum streamed from my pussy and puddled on the bar stool. Bill again was intrigued by this he looked me in the eye and kissed me, "You doing okay?" "Yeah, Baby I am." I cooed.

Tyrone stood before my stool he approached my splayed legs and kissed me. As my tongue entwined with his I began stroking his enormous cock with both my hands. He squeezed my tit and then broke our kiss to suck on my nipples first one and then the other. The whole time I continued to jack on his big boner. 

He looked down at me and said, "Are you ready for this, Stella?"

I simply nodded and leaned back against Bill and spread my legs as far as I could to give Tyrone the access he would need to feed that monster cock into my pussy. Bill and I both watched fascinated as he worked the huge head between my labia. My puffy pussy lips wetly clung to his big black cock. 

I groaned as he worked a couple more inches into me. He paused allowing me to accommodate his girth. He thrust his hips back and forth with just half of it in.

He was a real cocksman controlling his lust as he gradually fed more and more cock into my hungry cunt. I was moaning when pulled back and I groaned on his down stroke. 

Finally his big balls were resting against my butthole. He was completely inside of me. He smiled as I contracted my cunt muscles around his cock swallowing it up into my soggy silky satin sex. 

I looked up at Bill with glassy eyes and I watched his face react as Tyrone began to fuck my cunt like there was not tomorrow. Bill was enjoying this almost as much as I was. 

The position Bill was holding me combined with the size and angle of Tyrone's cock allowed my G-spot to be pleasurably poked I began to diddle my clit like a demon. Tyrone looked at Bill, they smiled at each.

"Fuck me, Tyrone," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Bill pinch my nipples hard."

They both complied and the delightful contrast of pain and pleasure forced my orgasm to peak and I screamed in sweet release. White light screeched through my head as I ejaculated my own wet cum all over Tyrone's black dick with a whoosh. I rapidly blinked my eyes and struggled to stay conscious.

My sudden gusher of cum was more than he could take Tyrone pulled me up, completely off the stool and held me by my buttocks. His behemoth cock bottomed out against my cervix causing me to squeal. I wrapped my arms around his beefy neck and held him tightly. I was completely impaled on his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist hooking my ankles together. 

He bellowed like a bull as he deposited his large load of cum deep into my belly. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I felt the spurts of cum splattering deep within me.

"Thanks, Stella," Tyrone whispered in my ear, "You have the sweetest pussy."

Tyron sat me back down on the stool and withdrew his big black cock covered with white cum from me. Cum spewed out of my cunt and wetly greased my butthole. I was like a limp rag and leaned back against Bill trying to catch my breath. 

My husband spun me around and kissed me. "I love you," he said. I returned his kiss. 

He pulled me up until I was standing on shaking legs. He kissed my again and pulled the bobby pins from my hair. I shook my head to loosen my hair and it cascaded to my shoulders. Bill then turned me around and pushed against my shoulder forcing me to bend at the waist. 

I took the hint and grabbed hold of the stool and stood bent over pointing my ass at Bill. I looked over my shoulder at Bill his eyes were full of lust as he gazed at my cum filled cunt. I could feel the jizz seeping down my spread thighs. 

Bill unzipped his pants and released his cock it was hard and pulsating. He plunged it into my sloppy wet pussy with little fanfare. He grasped my hips and began to pound my pussy with delight. Wet swooshy sounds echoed in the room. I watched the others watch us. They seem mystified.

Suddenly Bill pulled out of me I glance over my shoulder and shook my head as I felt Bill thrust his hard cock at my puckered asshole. 

"Bill, nooo!" I hollered but he was too far gone to stop.

He had just watched three men fuck his wife. Their cum from my cunt coated his cock and he would not be denied. His cock burst through my ring of resistance. My sphincter tried to expel him to no avail. I grimaced in pain and groaned, "No, more Bill, please."

He grabbed my hair and pulled it hard forcing my back to arch and allowing more of his dick to enter my ass. A tear silently ran down my face as pain racked through me. Bill finally stopped pushing when his cock was completely buried in my butt. 

Slowly I adjusted to Bill's violation of my ass and my sphincter relaxed. Bill diddled my clit with a one hand. The pleasure soon outpaced and then replaced the pain. I dropped down to my forearms resting my elbows on the stool. This too drove Bill deeper into my ass. 

Bill moaned, "So tight, so tight."

He slowly and gradually began to pick up the pace. His full balls tabbed against my cunt lips. I groaned as Bill throttled my ass good. My brain danced between pain and pleasure as I dawdled my clit. 

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass," I begged.

I felt a wave a pleasure begin to build and then it crashed down. I bawled in ecstasy as my cum splattered on to the floor. I had once again ejaculated.

Bill buried his shaft completely into my ass and I could feel him shooting cum deep into my inners. I reached between my spread legs and squeezed Bill's bloated balls helping him empty them into me. When he was done he pulled out of me and he lay his head on my back, softly kissing it.

I dropped my head into my arms and just caught my breath. Bill patted my ass and asked if I was okay.

I stood up and kissed him. "I love you."

"Did I hurt you badly?" He asked wiping my eyes with his thumb. "I'm sorry I just got caught up in the moment."

"It hurt good, Baby. My mind danced between pain and pleasure until my pussy exploded. It was great sex."

The fellows were dressed and I kissed and hugged each one of my husband's friends as they left. They had given me the wildest sexual experience of my life and I was gratified beyond words. 

Bill helped me up into our bedroom. He went into the bathroom and began filling the bathtub with hot soapy water for me. 

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. My hair hung in tatters and my mascara had run down my face. I had a hickey on one of my tits and my pussy was red and swollen. Cum trickled down my thighs and was smeared on my stockings.

I looked just like I felt...a well fuck slut. I smiled glad that I had more friends with benefits. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits. 

I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. I've deliberately increased the tension and conflict in this story. I don't think the storyline and characters support a calm relationship any longer. 

I know some folks feel that the Military hasn't been shown in a good light during this series. I disagree and will just say that it's not intentional. Having served in the military, I hold any and all military members or former members, in the highest regard. 

Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive. 

Thanks again. 

Troll Alert: You probably won't like this story. Save your righteous indignation for another category. 

***** 

DeShawn and Becca didn't make it to the movie, in fact, they didn't make it out of the house. When they got back, DeShawn's parents guilted them in to spending the night at home. DeShawns arguments fell on deaf ears and he finally admitted defeat. Becca for her part, liked the idea of getting to know DeShawn's parents better and she wanted to stay. Out voted, out gunned and not stupid, DeShawn conceded defeat. 

Swimming pool was out, because DeShawn's parents weren't in the mood, so they started with Pictionary with DeShawn and Becca on the same team. It wasn't long however, before new teams were chosen and Becca was teamed with Veranda. The girls handily beat the guys, which further showed that Robert and DeShawn were well-trained and smart enough not to win. 

The group headed upstairs and, of course, Robert had a beautiful Brunswick pool table that was so nice, it was almost a work of art. DeShawn and his mother were one team, with Becca and Robert on the other. It was no contest, Robert and Becca easily beat DeShawn and his mother. Unfortunately for DeShawn his mother wasn't much of pool player, but he conceded defeat graciously and everyone had a great time. 

It was probably planned by DeShawn's parents, but either way, Becca bonded with his parents. They were truly good people, down to earth and very accepting of DeShawn's interracial relationship. Becca originally planned to call John, but she was having so much fun, she completely forgot to call him. All through the night, Becca caught DeShawn looking happily between his parents and Becca and it was obvious, he loved their interaction together. 

Finally, the men separated from the women. Robert made a comment about finally getting his son to take an interest in the family business and they departed together. Robert had his hand around his son's shoulder as they walked to another part of the house and Becca found herself smiling at the closeness between father and son. 

"Becca, will you join me? I want to show you my garden." 

"Yes, absolutely Veranda, I'd love to." 

Veranda beamed at Becca and slipped her hand inside of Becca's arm and guided the younger woman out to a surprisingly large garden. It was well cared for, with even rows of fruits and vegetables. 

"Wow. Do you maintain this yourself?" 

"Yes. Robert will help some, but I do most of the work. It's a labor of love for me." Veranda laughed softly. "It's a little funny, but we can afford to buy any fruits or vegetables we want, but I prefer to grow my own. Everything just tastes better." 

"I agree." Becca said softly. "My parents always had a garden as well, not as big or as nice as this one, but they made it a point to grow as much food for us as possible." Becca didn't add that it was a financial decision, as much as a flavor decision. 

Veranda steered her around the garden, pointing out this plant or that one and letting Becca pick a few items. DeShawn's mom, had a basket near the garden, so she was able to put everything in the basket and still walk with Becca. 

"DeShawn likes you Becca." She said softly. "I've never seen him this happy before, not even with his previous wives." 

Becca smiled and looked down as they walked. "Thank you Veranda. That makes me very happy." 

"You're welcome. I don't want to put any pressure on you, I know relationships are tough. You should just know that DeShawn has always had a hard time opening up to people." She squeezed Becca's arm lightly. "But he has with you, and as a mother, I wanted to say thank you for bringing that out of my son. Seeing your children happy is very special to a parent." 

"I know." Becca replied without thinking, without considering Veranda's response. 

Veranda stopped and looked at Becca, her expression soft and understanding. "I thought you might Becca." 

"Veranda-." 

DeShawn's mom put her fingertips to Becca's lips. "Shh. It's ok, Becca. You and DeShawn will find your way forward and choose your own path together. As I mentioned, relationships are different today, than when I was younger, better in some ways and worse in others. Robert and I just want you to know that we like you very much, we love the effect you've had on our son and you'll always be welcome in our home." 

The ladies teared up as they looked at each other and then embraced each other tightly. A full minute later, they broke apart, wiping their eyes and laughing together. When they'd recovered, Becca flashed a relieved smile at Veranda. 

"Thank you Veranda. I've enjoyed meeting both of you and spending time with you and Robert. It's been very special to me." 

"Well, it's late. I'm going to go rescue my son, from my husband." She shook her head. "Robert has been trying to get DeShawn to leave the service and start working for him. I know DeShawn loves his job, but Robert would like to cut back at work and he really wants to hand the business over to his son. It's very important to him." 

"I see." 

"Besides, if DeShawn wants any woman to stick around, he needs to be home more often. It's hard enough to make a marriage work in normal circumstances, but when he's always putting himself in harm's way, it makes a marriage almost impossible." 

"I agree Veranda." Becca said softly. "It's been on my mind a lot." 

"Of course it has, Becca. You're no fool. That's why Robert and I like you so much." She pulled Becca to a stop. "By the way, Robert and I sleep on the other side of the house, away from the pool, so if you and DeShawn want to use it tonight, you don't have to worry about disturbing us." Veranda gave her a little wink and a knowing smile. 

"Thank you Veranda." 

"You're welcome. I was young once too, young lady." 

The ladies giggled like girls as they entered the house and Veranda left Becca in the kitchen and went to rescue her son. 

DeShawn joined her a few minutes later, his expression thoughtful and his smile at Becca was a little forced. He hugged her tightly though and they walked to the guest room. 

"Want to go swimming?" Becca asked softly and met his eyes. "We can talk about what's on your mind." 

"Sure. That's a good idea actually." 

Becca put on one of her bikinis, it was skimpy, but not too skimpy, and after her conversation with Veranda, she felt more comfortable wearing it. DeShawn's eyes lit up, when he saw her put it on and Becca winked at him. 

"Your mom mentioned we wouldn't be disturbed if we used the pool, so I thought you'd prefer this one, over the one-piece I bought today." 

"God, I love my mom." DeShawn replied happily. "And I do love that bikini!" 

"Robes?" 

"Yes." DeShawn replied quickly, ducked out of the room and came back with two large, soft, luxurious robes and they felt amazing against Becca's skin as she left the room. DeShawn grabbed a bottle of white wine and two glasses and they walked to the pool. DeShawn poured the wine, while Becca slipped into the pool, the water was the perfect temperature and she swam to one side, before coming back and sitting on the steps of the pool. 

"Here you go." 

"Thank you." She replied and patted the steps next to her. The steps were actually underwater, so they could sit together in the pool, be in the water, but still able to drink their wine. "What's on your mind? Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Dad's business." DeShawn replied quietly. "He wants me to leave the Air Force and come work for him. Actually take over for him, is more like it." 

"Is that a bad thing?" 

"No, not at all." DeShawn replied. "It's just that I love what I do and I'll miss it. I'm also not sure, if I'm cut out for the business world. I don't have any experience in that area." He sighed and opened the bottle of wine, pouring Becca a glass first, before filling his own. He smiled and shook his head at Becca. "I guess I'm a little afraid to make the change from the Air Force world to the civilian world. I'm afraid of failing, and more importantly, I'm afraid of letting the old man down." 

Becca sipped her wine and listened to DeShawn outline his concerns. Instinctively, she knew it wasn't easy for DeShawn to admit his fears and his worries to Becca and it was a big indication of how much he trusted her now. She also suspected the last concern he mentioned, was also his biggest concern. DeShawn and his father were obviously close and it was obvious, DeShawn wanted desperately to keep his father's approval. 

"DeShawn, your dad will always love you." Becca said softly and DeShawn cocked his head at her in confusion. "Anyone can see that the two of you are close and that your father is extremely proud of you. 

"What are you saying Becca?" 

"Honey, I know it's a difficult decision, but I don't think you need to worry about letting your father down. Honestly, I don't think that's possible." She smiled at her boyfriend. "Your other concerns are absolutely valid, but I don't think you need to worry about the last one." 

Silence settled between them for a moment, before it was broken by a gentle, deep voice. 

"She's right DeShawn." 

Becca and DeShawn looked over and saw DeShawn's father standing in the patio doorway. He was smiling at his son and he walked over slowly. Robert stopped next to Becca and squeezed her shoulder gently. 

"That was well said young lady. Thank you." Becca nodded nervously and sipped her wine, not sure what to say. Robert turned to his son. "DeShawn I couldn't be prouder of you and the man you are today. No matter what happens or what decision you make son, I'll always be proud of you, always love you." 

DeShawn nodded. "Thanks dad." His voice was a little shaky. 

"I apologize by the way, I wasn't intending to eavesdrop, but your mother wanted to share a bottle of wine, so she sent me to get it. I saw you two talking and I was just going to say hi, when I heard the tail-end of DeShawn's comment and your response." 

"It's ok Dad." 

"Enjoy your evening, kids." Robert turned to leave, but stopped at the patio doorway and smiled at his son. "You'll be a fool, if you let her get away DeShawn." 

"I'm not a fool dad." 

"No. You're not, never have been." 

Robert winked at Becca and disappeared inside the house and DeShawn took a long sip of his wine. Truthfully, he sucked down his glass of wine and refilled it again. Becca smiled at her boyfriend, immensely enjoying the interaction between them. The pride and love in Robert's voice was touching. 

"I like your dad." She said simply, more to break the silence than anything else. 

DeShawn set his wine glass down and took a seat next to Becca. "Yea. I couldn't have asked for a better father." He said softly and then added quickly. "Or mother. My parents have been straight-up awesome and I'm blessed." 

"Yes, you are DeShawn." 

"In some ways though Becca, having great parents just makes the pressure that much greater. I want to live up to their expectations and the example they've set for me. Does that make sense?" 

"Of course, DeShawn. You don't think you've done that already?" 

"Yea, I guess, maybe." 

"Maybe? Have you forgotten what you do for a living? How many lives have you personally saved DeShawn?" 

"I don't keep count Becca." DeShawn said seriously. "No one that I know, keeps track of something like that, it's just not done." 

"I understand baby, but you do a job very few people on the planet can do and you do it well." She got up and sat down on his lap. "DeShawn, you've lived up to their expectations honey." She kissed him softly and was rewarded with a tight hug. 

"God, you're amazing Becca. My parents really like you, by the way. You're a hit." 

Becca laughed. "I'm glad DeShawn, I really like your parents and I'm glad you brought me to meet them." 

"Me too." He paused. "I don't want to ruin our evening, but I'm sure they'd like to meet Bethany as well." 

"I was thinking the same thing DeShawn." Becca nodded. "No matter what happens, we need to introduce Bethany to her grandparents." 

"Thank you Becca." 

"Will you take me swimming now?" 

"Damn right." 

They stood up and DeShawn slipped his robe off and dived into the water. Becca didn't follow, she stood, waiting to get DeShawn's attention. He swam back and looked up at her. 

"I thought we were going swimming." 

"We are." Becca said with a naughty smile. "Do we have to wear suits?" 

DeShawn's mouth dropped open, but he recovered quickly and a big smile grew on his face. "No, we don't. Hang on." He hurriedly got out of the pool, walked over and shut off all the patio and pool lights. In seconds, the pool was plunged into darkness, only the lanterns in the flower beds, provided just enough light for Becca and DeShawn. 

As soon as the lights were off, Becca shed her bikini and dived into the water, loving the sensation of the cool water playing over her naked body. Skinny dipping with DeShawn in his parents pool, seemed deliciously naughty to Becca and she swam to one end of the pool, turned quickly, and swam back. DeShawn's body was amazing in the moonlight, nicely muscled and beaded with water, moonlight illuminated each drop of water on his skin. A wide, genuine smile, lit up his handsome, no gorgeous, face, and Becca didn't stop swimming until she was right in front of him. 

"Wow." DeShawn said as Becca stood in the pool water. It came to her waist, so her breasts were completely exposed and Becca loved the look in DeShawn's eyes. His eyes were full of hunger and happiness and Becca wished she could capture them in a picture or a painting. 

"Becca, you are so-." 

Becca's lips closed over DeShawn's, cutting off his voice. It was beautiful moment and she didn't want conversation to ruin it. The warm sensation of DeShawn's arms encircling her, made Becca press herself against his body tightly. Instead of overwhelming passion and urgency, the kiss was soft, gentle and simply pleasing. It was an intimate kiss between two people enjoying each other's company. Becca finally pulled back from DeShawn. 

"Sorry." She said softly. "It was such a beautiful moment, I wanted us to share it with a kiss, rather than conversation." 

"Don't apologize, Becca. That was a great kiss." 

"Will you always look at me like that DeShawn?" Becca looked down for a second, meeting his eyes again. "Will you always desire me?" Her voice was vulnerable, shaky and she trembled slightly in his arms. 

"Yes. A thousand times, yes, Becca." He replied sincerely. "You're beautiful, captivating and I will always look at you like I did tonight." 

The smile that crept over Becca's face, seared itself into DeShawn's brain. Joy. The smile reflected genuine joy and happiness. They held each other and kissed for a little while longer, before they broke off and enjoyed the pool. It was large and they swam and splashed each other like kids. It was several hours, and a few bottles of wine, later, when they donned their robes and went back inside. 

"DeShawn." Becca pulled him to a stop before they got to the guest room. 

"What's up?" 

"Your old bedroom. Can your parents hear us from your old bedroom?" 

"No." He cocked his head, a little smile playing on his face. "Why?" 

"Make love to me in your bedroom. Please. It's important to me." 

DeShawn looked at her for a second, before nodding and taking her hand. "Let's go." 

Their robes dropped silently to the floor and Becca slid back on the bed, pulling DeShawn down top of her. He was already hard, completely hard, and Becca was more than ready and she gasped as DeShawn pushed inside her, loving the thick, completely full, feeling he gave her. Her hands found DeShawn's face and she pulled him into a passionate kiss. The sensation of his lips and tongue thrusting inside her mouth, combined with his delicious, amazing cock pushing inside her pussy, made Becca orgasm. She moaned into DeShawn's mouth and thrust her hips against his as the orgasm washed through her body. 

"You feel so good. So good." Becca said breathlessly. She was trying to stifle her moans. 

DeShawn slowly pulled completely out of Becca, letting the tip of his cock brush her lips, before plunging back inside her. He ground his hips against her, when he thrust inside and Becca responded eagerly, whimpering and moaning as quietly as possible. Her hands alternated between scratching his back and pulling on his ass, trying to get him deeper inside her. 

Becca slid her arms around his shoulders and behind his neck, grasping him tightly and spreading her legs even wider. "More. God, more." She gasped. "I'm yours, DeShawn. Take me please." 

"Mine." DeShawn replied softly, smiling in triumph at the beautiful woman below him. "You're mine." 

"Yours." Becca said softly, staring deeply into his eyes. "Yours." 

No further encouragement was needed and DeShawn thrust powerfully inside Becca, his pace increased quickly and within seconds, DeShawn was pummeling the gorgeous blonde. Moans, louder, unrestrained burst from Becca as another orgasm ripped through her body and she clung to DeShawn's muscular body, enjoying his strength and power, as he thrust his gorgeous, huge cock inside her. A submissiveness and overwhelming sense of femininity exploded within Becca. 

God, he's so masculine. So beautiful, muscular and so freakin' strong. 

Their bodies were slick with sweat, as DeShawn's power-fucking of Becca made them both sweat freely. His breathing quickened and Becca sensed he was close. A few seconds later, DeShawn groaned and released inside Becca. 

"I love it when you cum inside me." Becca said breathlessly. She held him tightly against her, feeling his heartbeat in his chest. "I always want you to do that!" 

A small laugh escaped DeShawn and he looked down at her. "What about earlier, when I came on your chest." 

"Hmm." Becca teased. "I liked that as well. We should do that more often too." 

"Sounds good to me." DeShawn said and slipped out of Becca, rolling onto the bed next to her. "Why was it important to make love in this room tonight?" 

Becca became serious. "I guess because this room is special to you. It holds so many memories for you, I just wanted to be one of those memories. A good memory." She winked at him. "I also wanted to erase any memories of other women that might be lingering in here." 

"I see." He said with a laugh. "Mission accomplished Becca. You're the only woman I'll ever think about in this room." 

"Good." She kissed him and tweaked his nose. "Let's keep it that way." 

DeShawn and Becca made their way back down to the guest room and slid under the covers. Surprisingly, they both fell asleep, with Becca resting her head on his chest. 

* * * 

John closed his eyes and listened to the voicemail. 

"I miss you John and even though we haven't been able to talk, I'm thinking of you." Becca's voice played in John's voicemail. "I miss Bethany so much. Please give her a kiss from me and tell her mommy misses her." A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone. "We have to talk when I get back John." 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



John ended the call, but saved the voicemail. They'd traded voicemails throughout the week and Friday was finally here. Becca was supposed to come back tomorrow and so far, she'd stuck with her original plan to come back on Saturday. Unless she got an extension to her leave (vacation), she'd have to come home or risk being considered AWOL. It wasn't even a distinct possibility, so John was 90% sure she would come home. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to pick her up at the airport, and that's why he wasn't 100% sure, she was coming home tomorrow. It was very likely Becca would speak to her supervisor and extend her leave. 

Bethany walked into the kitchen, holding Donald Duck and yawning widely. 

"Goodness kiddo." John said lightly. "Are you tired?" 

"Yea." Bethany said and John swept her up into his arms. "Are you hungry?" 

No response, Bethany just nodded her head against John's shoulders and she carried her over to the table. "Honey, do you want cereal, oatmeal or eggs?" 

"Oatmeal, please daddy." 

"Sure thing. Coming right up." John dug into the pantry. "Apple and Cinnamon?" 

"Yea!" 

It wasn't a good guess, because that was Bethany's favorite flavor. She liked the one with raisins, but Apples and Cinnamon was her favorite. John zapped the oatmeal in the microwave and a few minutes later Bethany was gulping down her favorite oatmeal. 

"Not so fast honey." John said gently. "You need to chew your food. I'll make more, if you're still hungry." 

"'Kay." 

John got Bethany fed, dressed and ready to head over to AU's house. His family was friendly with John and Becca and Bethany had been over there several times. She'll be spoiled rotten. A smile crossed his face, because his little girl could stand a little spoiling, her Disney Vacation got cut short and her mom had been MIA, all week. 

"There she is!" AU's wife said excitedly, as she opened the door and took Bethany from John's arm with a big smile. Bethany was smiling as well and in a few seconds, they were both laughing as Bethany got tickled. John dropped her bag with a big smile. 

"Don't worry John." AU's wife winked at him. "We'll only spoil her a ton!" 

"Great!" He said wryly. "I don't anticipate being too late, so I should be back around dinnertime, say 6 pm." 

"John, don't worry about it." She gave him a knowing, gentle smile. "Have fun and if you want to pick her up tomorrow, that's fine." 

"Thank you." John said quietly. "Give me a hug kiddo. Daddy's got to go to work." 

Bethany flung herself into his arms. "I love you daddy." 

"Awww. I love you too baby." 

"Bye." Bethany turned and ran back over to AU's wife. 

John made it to work, still no voicemail from Becca. Fortunately, John was asked to run several simulators for the trainee's, so he kept busy. The last training simulator was for Jessica and she did really well. It wouldn't be long, before she was completely certified. 

"Great job, Jessica." 

"Thanks John." She smiled at him. "Wow, you really packed the sky on that one." 

"I just wanted to see how many aircraft you could handle and you did a fantastic job." He smiled. "I'm serious." 

"Awww. You know just what to say to a woman." 

John shook his head. "Your nose is growing Jessica." 

"Whatever Mr. Man." Jessica punched him in the shoulder. "You're still going to the party right?" 

"It's a party?" 

"Party, picnic, get-together, whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Don't change the subject." 

"Yes. Yes." He laughed. "I'm going. I'm not sure how long I'll stay, but I'm going." 

"Excellent!" Jessica beamed. "You better not skip it mister." 

"I won't. I won't." He assured her. "Hey, you still going with your date?" 

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Yes. Only because I haven't thought of a good reason to disinvite him." 

"Trouble in paradise?" 

"He's so shallow, so superficial." She hissed. "He's not exactly a deep thinker. I'll probably let him down easy at the party, or after, either way, we're done." 

"Sorry to hear that." 

"No. It's a good thing." She looked at John. "You wouldn't happen to have a twin brother would you? Someone who's as good-looking, generous, big-hearted, and hard-working?" 

"Ummmm." John was surprised at her question. "No. Sorry. Only child." 

"Hmmm." Jessica winked at him. "Becca better keep a close eye on you." 

"Maybe she will, Jessica." 

"Maybe?" 

John met Jessica's eyes. "Yea, maybe." He honestly tried to keep the stress and pain from his voice, but Jessica obviously heard it. 

"If you want to talk John." She stepped forward and put her hand on his arm. "I'm available." 

"Thank you Jessica." 

"You're welcome." She patted his chest. "Now, buck-up and get ready to party." 

John and Jessica laughed and left the training room. The rest of the shift passed quickly and John went home. He wanted to check the home phone for any messages, because Becca hadn't left a message on his phone. 

Nothing. Am I picking you up or what Becca? What the fuck? 

An empty house. Alone. John's steps echoed in their little house, as he walked back to the bedroom he shared with Becca. Used to share anyway. What's the likelihood she'll ever share a bed with me again. Do I want her to? 

Images, memories of Becca sharing the bed with DeShawn rushed, unbidden, through his head. He didn't want to see them, didn't want to remember them, but he couldn't stop them. Becca's white body, beautiful and curvy, under DeShawn's muscular brown body, the contrast striking and erotic. Her moans filled the air, filled the house, as DeShawn satisfied her physically, but more important, emotionally. DeShawn filled that special longing for black men, that Becca never lost, only suppressed when she married John. 

"Fuck!" John stepped over to Becca's dresser, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a pair of her panties at random. Soft, satiny, sexy, John frantically pulled his cock out and wrapped it in Becca's panties, jerking uncontrollably. He didn't make it to the bathroom, and truthfully, he didn't try, John jerked his cock inside Becca's panties, until he spurted ineffectually in the satin fabric. It felt amazing and pathetic. It was the sweet release of an orgasm, quickly swallowed by shame and remorse. 

"I'm sorry Becca." He panted softly. "I'm sorry Bethany." 

The panties found their way into the trash, but John wished he could burn them. Burn her panties and the memories of her time with DeShawn. John wanted nothing more than to drink himself silly, pass out and pick up Bethany in the morning. 

You can't! AU expects you. His wife and daughter are watching Bethany. I could just pick up Bethany early. No one's going to miss me at this party or whatever it is. Jessica might miss you. Jessica, John thought harshly, she wouldn't want me, I'm fucking pathetic. Jerking off in my wife's, or soon to be ex-wife's panties. Jessica would walk away laughing at me, if she ever found out about Becca, DeShawn and I. 

His sense of obligation won out over his remorse and John changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a polo. He slipped on his running shoes and smiled at himself in the mirror, well, he faked a smile in the mirror. His reflection mocked his effort, but he was pretty sure most people wouldn't know he was a fucking fraud. 

"John." AU greeted him. "Dude, I was starting to wonder if you'd make it." 

"Sorry AU." John replied using his fake smile. "I got a call from my folks." Lying comes so much easier than the truth. Why is that? 

"Well, you're here and that's what counts." He replied patting his friend on the back. "Let's grab a beer." 

John picked a soda, over AU's objections, but he begged off saying he had to drive and given the circumstances in the squadron, AU didn't argue. AU and John a group of guys, laughing and talking about sports, women, beer, etc. Total guy stuff and John started to feel better. He felt better that is, until Rueben showed up, with a few guys from the dorms. No one knew Rueben's friends, so they were pretty much ignored. 

"Hey guys." Rueben greeted everyone with a big smile. "How's it hanging?" 

The conversation didn't exactly die, but Rueben was greeted with a few tepid responses and John took that moment to walk over and get another soda. 

"Hey Rex." He greeted a fellow controller, next to the cooler. The guy next to the cooler was big, not fat big, but big as in he-never-misses-a-day-at-the-gym big. Rex's arms were as thick as John's legs, but he was the nicest, most gentle guy John had ever met. 

"John." Rex shook his hand. "What's going on man?" 

"Not much." John saw movement over Rex's shoulder, red hair, and he motioned to Rex. "Is that Jessica?" 

Rex snorted. "Yea. She's been hanging all over that guy for the last hour. Dude's a real douchebag too, but Jessica seems into him. He's making it point to show her off today, not sure why, but they've been sitting over making out for the last 30 minutes." 

"Wow. I thought she was dumping him?" 

"Yea. Women dude. Why do they always choose the fucking assholes?" 

"No idea." John said distantly and took another look over at Jessica's group. Jessica was sitting on a guy's lap, kissing his neck, with four or five other guys hanging around watching. It was completely out of character for the Jessica, but her date, was obviously loving it and the attention from his flunkies. 

How the fuck do you know? You've only spent a few hours with Jessica. You have no fucking clue what's normal for her. 

John opened his soda, distantly listening to Rex describe his new car, while his mind tried to sort out Jessica's behavior. It was just off. Wrong. 

Maybe I don't know Jessica, but I'm pretty sure Jessica isn't the kind of woman who gets inebriated in the middle of afternoon and makes out with a guy she doesn't like. 

"John." Rex's voice smashed his thoughts. "You ok dude?" 

"Sorry Rex." John shook his head. "It's sweet car dude. Congrats." 

"Thanks man, it's my baby." 

"Where are the restrooms?" 

"Ready for hike?" 

"What?" 

"Well, the restrooms over there." Rex motioned over John's shoulder. "They're closed buddy. You'll have to use the restroom's in that direction, about 100 yards." 

"Great." John replied slowly and Rex slapped him on the shoulder. "There's always a bush, John." 

"Thanks Rex, I think I'll take a hike." 

John started the hike over to the restrooms and his mind wouldn't let go of Jessica. She wasn't exactly a friend, but John still felt he kind of bonded with her this week. She was an excellent controller and seemed like a genuinely nice person, with a good head on her shoulder. Jessica wasn't acting like Jessica today. 

"Ahhh." John said to the bathroom wall and let his monster piss escape. He shook (only two shakes, because three shakes is creepy) and zipped up. 

"Surprise motherfucker." 

Rueben's mocking voice echoed in the bathroom and John spun around, just in time to catch a punch with his left cheekbone. He staggeredd back against the urinal, shaking his head, trying to get past the sucker punch. His hands came up, but he never saw the next punch coming. A strong, solid punch to his solar plexus robbed him of his wind and he gasped loudly, bending over slightly and trying desperately to get enough oxygen in his lungs to defend himself. 

"Dumb fucker." Rueben's voice filled the room. "You think you can sucker punch me? How's this feel?" 

Another punch came from nowhere and impacted the same cheek as the first punch. John could almost feel his eye swell shut, but he managed to get a breath and set his feet, his hands came up and he finally got a look at Rueben. 

Only it wasn't just Rueben. John was facing Rueben and two other guys. 

"Coward." John said quietly. "Three guys Rueben. You come at me from behind with two guys to back your play? You're a fucking coward, no matter how this ends." 

Rueben and his two stooges laughed. "It's going to end Johnny-boy, with you losing teeth. How long will Jessica be into you, when you don't have any fucking teeth? That pretty wife of yours will probably leave you too." 

Becca's name from Rueben's lips, brought pure rage to life inside John. "Motherfucker!" 

John swung and connected solidly with Rueben's jaw. It was a sweet punch and John had the momentary satisfaction of seeing Rueben hit the deck again. Glass jaw! John thought briefly, before Rueben's friends stepped forward. 

John made a valiant effort. He landed punches and kept them off him for a brief moment, but one of this friends landed a solid punch, straight jab, to John's chin. The next thing John knew he was on the floor, getting kicked furiously in the ribs and head. A particularly nasty kick, hit his ribcage and John felt a crack and pain, hot and raw, radiated out of his midsection. Despite the pain, John managed to hook one of his feet behind the ankle, of one of his attackers, and his other leg smashed brutally into the same guy's knee. It cracked audibly in the small bathroom and Rueben's flunky hit the deck, screaming and holding his knee. 

"Wait!" Rueben's voice stopped the kicking. "Wait!" 

Rueben's voice got closer, John lay on the ground, breathing heavily. 

"Hey fucker. Can you hear me?" A hand slapped the back of his head. "Did you see Jessica?" Rueben laughter was ugly. "See how she's all over my boy? Yea, the little red-headed bitch likes ecstasy a lot, makes her real horny. Well he's going to take her to a hotel after we're done with you and we're all going to have a great fucking party." One of the guys with Rueben laughed with him, the other guy was still on the floor, holding his knee and swearing. "We'll take a little video too, just as insurance, you know what I mean? We can't have the little slut crying rape. We'll get her on tape begging for it and then we're home free." 

Fear raced through John as Rueben's words registered in his brain. He started to get up, until he was savagely kicked in the face and he slammed back against the wall, barely conscious. 

"My boys are going to continue to soften you up Johnny-boy, before they join us at the hotel." Rueben's voice was fading. "I'll see you when you get out of the hospital." 

John sensed at least one of the guys turning back to him, when Rueben's startled voice echoed in the bathroom. "AU?" Rueben's voice grew a few octaves. "Hey listen man, this restroom's out of order too dude." 

John glanced up in time to see Rueben's body slam back against the bathroom wall and AU appeared around the corner. It wasn't just AU though, there were three or four other controllers behind him and they all looked pissed. 

"Rueben, you're fucking done." AU's voice was hard, furious and he looked at Rueben's two friends. The one with the hurt knee was leaning against the wall, the fight clearly out of him. "You two, stay right there, you move and we're going to start throwing our own punches." 

"Rex. Grab John, we need to get him to a hospital. You mind getting blood on your new seats?" 

"Hell no AU." He said grimly and reached down to help John to his feet. "My new baby is fast too, so I'll have John at the base hospital in no time." 

"Civilian hospital is closer Rex. Go there. Go now!" 

"Yes sir." 

A familiar voice joined the conversation. "I'll go with Rex, AU, unless you need me to stay." 

"No go." AU said heatedly. "We got these motherfuckers." 

Rex and another controller (John wasn't sure who), helped him to Rex's car and they laid John down in the back. John felt the car spin out and soon they were speeding down the road. 

"Wait!" John's voice was soft. 

"Take it easy John. We'll be there in a second." 

"Rex." John gasped. "Wait!" 

"John, relax buddy." 

"No. Dammit, listen to me." John struggled to get a breath. "We need to help Jessica." 

"What?" 

John took a breath, trying to get as much oxygen in his lungs, despite his broken rib, the pain was unbelievable. "Rueben. He said Jessica was given ecstasy. That's why she's acting that way." 

"Seriously?" 

"Yea. Rex, we need to find her." 

"Rex." The other voice in the car replied. "I saw her leave with her guy and about three other guys, a few minutes before we went to check on John." 

"Shit!" 

"Rueben said they were going to take her to a hotel." John was regaining some strength, not a lot, but he was able to form complete sentences. "Guys, we gotta help her." 

"What about you John?" 

"I'm fine." Rex cast him a doubtful glance in the rearview mirror. John held up a hand and managed to inject some steel in his voice. "Seriously Rex, I'm fine. We gotta find Jessica man." 

"Ok, where do we start?" 

Silence reigned in the car and then John had an idea. "Call AU. Have him ask Rueben which hotel. Tell him about Jessica." 

It worked. It worked like a charm. Apparently Rueben's bravado fled completely, when he was discovered in the restroom and his friends were talking fast too, although they were throwing Reuben under the proverbial bus. The police had been called and it looked bad for Reuben and his two stooges. 

"No-Tel Motel." The other controller hissed. "Know it?" 

"Yep." Rex said tightly. "It's a small town dude and that place is supposed to be off limits." 

"Using that place basically guarantees they won't meet another military member. Sunofabitches, have probably done this before." 

"Fuckin right!" 

"How far?" John asked 

"Five minutes, tops." Rex snarled and punched the accelerator, the new sports car shot down the road and John thought he saw a ghost of a smile on Rex' face. John took several breaths, not deep breaths, but enough oxygen got into his lungs that he felt his head start to clear and he slowly sat up. 

"Why don't you lay back down John?" 

"No. I'm ok. Rib's cracked, I can feel that, but otherwise, I'm just scraped up." 

The road slid quickly by and Rex really pushed his new car. Three minutes later, Rex squealed his tires turning into the parking lot and they immediately saw three guys standing outside a hotel room. They looked conspicuous as hell. 

"That's them." John said quietly. 

Rex drove his car right up to the room, leaping out of the car almost before it stopped and he made right for the three flunkies. The other controller, Mike (John finally put his name and face together) got out of the car as well. No words were exchanged, no trash talking or pushing and shoving. Rex walked up to first one and decked him and the guy dropped like a stone. Rex, without missing a beat, stepped up to the next guy and dropped him the same way. The amount of force Rex put behind his punches, was unbelievable and anyone on the receiving end simply dropped. Mike had his own style and he make a quick feint with his hands, before swiveled his hips and his leg shot up, colliding hard with the last guy's cheekbone. The last guy apparently thought he could talk his way out and he had his hands out and down in a placating motion. Big mistake. Mike's kick was perfectly timed and it spun the last guy around, before he crumpled to the pavement. Mike clearly had some experience, or training, or he was just damn good, because his guy didn't move when he hit the pavement. 

By the time John made it out of the car, limping badly and bent over at the waist, Rex and Mike were banging on the door, yelling and screaming. 

"Open the fuck up." "Jessica!" 

Sirens sounded in the distance, but they grew loud quickly and flashing lights soon illuminated the parking lot, as cop cars pulled in and moved directly over to the room. John, Rex and Mike all got down on the pavement as the cops took over the situation, guns drawn and shouting commands. 

It was a mess. 

Six guys down, at least one of them unconscious, John obviously hurt and barely able to breath and Rex and Mike, trying to force their way into a hotel room. It was ugly and tense for several minutes, while the police tried to separate the good guys from the bad guys. Everyone got put in cuffs, while the cops knocked on the hotel room door, paramedics arrived and examined John first and then strapped him down to a gurney. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



The hotel room finally opened and Jessica's 'boyfriend' exited holding his hands up. No sign of Jessica. The cops, dropped him to his knees, cuffed him and then entered and one came right back out, motioning frantically to the paramedics. They dived into the room, leaving John strapped down to the gurney, and everyone waited, and waited, and waited. A paramedic came out, rushed over to the ambulance and grabbed a firm, rectangular surf board looking-thing and ran back into the hotel room. Finally, the paramedics brought Jessica out, on a firm, medical looking board and moved her right into the ambulance. They shoved John in as well and took off. 

"Is she going to be ok?" John asked the paramedics. No answer. 

The paramedics worked over Jessica with an intensity that clearly indicated her situation was dire. John desperately wanted to ask more questions, but he knew they wouldn't get answered and it may affect Jessica's care. 

John whispered. "Fuck. Jessica, god you have to be ok." 

When they arrived at the hospital, John and Jessica were separated and John was admitted for overnight observation. He didn't expect to sleep a wink, but the doctors must have given him something, because he dropped right off. 

* * * 

"Good morning sunshine." 

Becca opened her eyes, to find DeShawn's gorgeous smile shining at her, his lips touched her cheek and she hugged him briefly. 

"What are you doing up so early?" 

"I've been slacking off, I'm going for a run." He moved off the bed and stripped naked, searching in his suitcase for some workout clothes. Becca sat up and admired his naked body. 

"Any chance I could convince you to come back to bed?" She asked softly and threw back the covers. Becca slept naked, so she laid back and raised her hands above her head seductively. "I'll make it worth your while, handsome." 

DeShawn stopped and stared at Becca. The hungry, happy look returned to his face and Becca felt warmth blossom in her. "Come to bed DeShawn." 

"No!" He forcibly moved his eyes away from Becca, laughing softly. "I need to run baby. It's important." 

"Awww." Becca said playfully. "Am I losing my touch? You don't find me so beautiful anymore?" 

DeShawn slipped on some clothes before coming back to the bed and meeting Becca's eyes. "You're more than beautiful Becca and I will never tire of you." He kissed her. "But my job depends upon me being in good shape. I need to run." 

"Go." Becca shooed him away. "I understand. I expect you to make it up to me later mister." 

"Yes Ma'am. It's only a 10 mile run, so I'll be back soon." 

"10 miles? Soon?" 

Deshawn laughed. "It's relative Becca. I'm in good shape and my average mile time is just under 6 minutes, so hopefully I'll only be an hour." 

"I'll miss you." 

Her boyfriend waved as he left the room. "Miss you too." 

A shower. I need a shower and some coffee!! 

The shower was huge and amazing and Becca took the opportunity to shave her legs and take care of all the girl stuff. The shower even had a good quality shampoo and condition, as well as skin lotion. It was with reluctance that Becca finally shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Never one to wear a lot of makeup, Becca wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later. 

"Good morning, Becca." Veranda's voice greeted her as she walked into the kitchen. "How'd you sleep last night?" 

Becca smiled at Veranda. "Great. Thank you." 

"Coffee's over there, in case you're a coffee drinker." 

"Yes!" Becca said quickly. "I'm definitely a coffee drinker." 

Veranda laughed at Becca's reaction. "Me too. Sweeteners are by the coffee machine and creamer is in the refrigerator, help yourself." 

The coffee smelled amazing, as Becca poured herself a cup and got it to just the right color. Veranda motioned her over and Becca carefully walked over, sipping her coffee along the way. 

"Oh god, this is sooooo good." 

"Where's DeShawn this morning?" 

"He went for a run." 

"Ahh. He's always been athletic." Veranda nodded and spied Becca over the rim of her coffee cup. "Well, it gives us time to have some girl talk." 

"I'd like that Veranda." 

"Tell me about your child or is it children?" 

"Child." Becca clarified quickly. "I have a baby girl, who is the center of my world." 

"As she should be." Veranda nodded in agreement. "Do you have any pictures of her?" 

"Of course!" Becca walked back to the guest room and retrieved her phone. She got it setup for Veranda and handed her the phone. "Just use your finger to advance the pictures." 

"Awww. She's beautiful." Veranda replied and moved through the pictures, fast at first and then more slowly. "You're very lucky Becca. 

Becca smiled happily as Veranda moved through the pictures. She kept a separate folder of pictures, just of Bethany and another folder held family pictures, of John and Bethany. Veranda handed the phone back to her. 

"Your daughter is absolutely precious and beautiful Becca." 

"Thank you Veranda." 

"You're welcome." Veranda took a sip of her coffee and eyes Becca over the rim of her mug. "So when am I going to meet my grandchild?" 

Silence. Heavy, awkward silence settled over the table and Veranda looked at Becca steadily. There was no anger on Veranda's face, but her expression was serious. Becca met Veranda's eyes and took a deep breath. 

"How did you know?" 

Veranda smiled. "It wasn't hard Becca. It's obvious DeShawn in her father. Besides, my son was different after he got injured and came back from South Padre Island. I suspected something happened to him there, but I was never sure what it was, until now." She put her cup down, reached over and squeezed Becca's hand. "You also have a really bad poker face Becca." 

"I see." Becca said softly. "Very soon, Veranda." Becca answered her question. "DeShawn and I want to bring Bethany to meet her grandparents very soon." 

"Bethany?" Veranda asked. "What a pretty name." 

"Bethany DeShawna." 

Veranda rolled her eyes. "Oh that poor child. You actually gave her the middle name DeShawna?" 

"Yes." Becca took another sip of her coffee. "It was important to me, to make sure DeShawn was a part of her life." 

"Becca, I get the sense that both you and DeShawn are working through some issues. I'm not asking what they are and I don't want to put any pressure on you." She set her coffee on the table. "It's just that Robert and I want to be a part of our grandchild's life." 

"You will be, Veranda." Becca said evenly. "I promise." 

"Thank you." She got up and hugged Becca softly. "Will you send me some pictures of her? Please?" 

Becca's response was immediate. "What's your email address?" 

The ladies hugged again and within minutes, Veranda was gushing over the pictures Becca sent her. "I have a lot more, Veranda, and from now on you will get a copy of any picture I have of Bethany." 

"My grandbaby. She's so beautiful and such a good mix between the two of you." 

"Does DeShawn know?" 

Veranda looked up and smiled at someone over Becca's shoulder. "He does now." 

"Does DeShawn know what?" 

Becca spun in her seat to see DeShawn walking up, wiping the sweat from his face, and smiling at his mother and girlfriend. A shaky smile grew across her face, DeShawn noticed it and cocked his head. 

"Oh shit." He said dramatically. "I'm in trouble aren't I?" 

"Only a little." Veranda winked at her son. "We were just talking about my grandchild." 

DeShawn's jaw fell on the patio and Veranda laughed openly at her son's reaction. She went inside to refill her coffee cup and DeShawn looked at Becca. 

"I'm sorry DeShawn." Becca said softly. "I showed her some pictures of Bethany and she immediately saw the resemblance." 

"I suspected a long time ago, DeShawn, so don't you go blaming Becca." Veranda added as she walked back onto the patio. 

"It was after your vacation to South Padre Island, wasn't it?" 

"Yes ma'am." DeShawn's tone was that of a young boy, responding to an angry parent. "I'm sorry mom, but our situation is a bit complicated right now and I just wanted to wait until things were more settled." 

"I understand baby. Although, I'm sure your job has something to do with it. I know you love your work DeShawn, but maybe it's time you considered what's more important." Veranda replied seriously. "You have a child in the world now and that should take priority over your job." 

"I understand mother." 

"Ok, enough said about that, I know your father told you the same thing. Anyway, Becca has already sent me a bunch of pictures and she promised to bring my grandbaby by to see me and your father." 

"She did, did she?" 

"Yes. Your baby girl is beautiful honey." 

"I agree. Does dad know?" 

"No, but I'm going to tell him." Veranda said firmly. "He deserves to know as well young man." 

"You're right. I'm not arguing momma." 

"Good man." Veranda looked at the young couple. "So, what's on your agenda for today?" 

"We need to head over to Hurlburt. Becca leaves tomorrow and I need to get her to the airport." 

Veranda made a face. "Long drive." 

"Yep, so we actually need to get going." 

"I understand DeShawn." Veranda got up and hugged Becca again. "It's been so nice to meet you Becca. I can't wait to see you again and meet my grandchild." 

"Thank you for having me Veranda and I can't wait to bring Bethany." There was a hitch in Becca's voice. 

"I love you mom." DeShawn hugged his mom tightly. "Thank you for understanding." 

"You're welcome baby." Veranda tightened her arms around her son. "Please think about what your father and I have told you." 

"I will." DeShawn replied. "Say goodbye to dad for me?" 

"Yes. He'll be sorry he missed you, but he wanted to visit a job site today." 

"That's dad all right." 

A few minutes later, DeShawn and Becca waved goodbye to Veranda and drove off. They were both quiet, lost in their own thoughts about the future. Their future. It was almost an hour, before DeShawn looked over at Becca. 

"Are you ok?" 

Becca smiled, nodded and leaned her head on DeShawn's shoulder. "Yes. I just feel bad, that's all." 

"Why?" 

"I should have made it a point to ask about Bethany's grandparents." Becca said softly. "Your mom has missed being a part of Bethany's life and we won't get that time back." 

"Becca, that's my fault, not yours." DeShawn replied softly. "Even if you wanted to, there was no way for you to contact them." 

"I know, but I like to think I could have persuaded you." She said with a smile and ran her hands over his chest. "I can be persuasive, you know." 

Laughter bubbled up from DeShawn. "Oh. I know, Becca." 

"Anyway, I'm going to send your mom every picture and every movie, I have of Bethany." Becca said firmly. "And then I'm going to bring Bethany to meet your parents." 

"What about John?" 

Becca sat back in her seat and looked at DeShawn carefully. "DeShawn, I'd like John to come." 

"Really?" 

"Just hear me out." 

"Ok." 

"If we're going to be together DeShawn, we have to come clean with your parents. They need to know the truth about us, about everything. I won't start our relationship with any secrets." Becca took a deep breath. "John is a fantastic father DeShawn and he's the only father Bethany knows." 

"Hey-." 

Becca put her hands on DeShawn's shoulder. "Wait. Just hear me out. I'm not saying you wouldn't be a good father honey. Not at all. It's just that John has been there from the beginning. He loves Bethany dearly DeShawn and I won't cut him out of her life. It would destroy John and Bethany." Becca took a deep breath. "I've really screwed up my marriage DeShawn and that's my fault, but I won't hurt John any more than is absolutely necessary." 

DeShawn nodded. "I understand Becca." He sighed. "And I agree. John's a good guy, a good man and I could tell he's a great father." A shrug lifted his shoulders. "John and I will find a way to work it out. Man to man. We both care about Bethany, so it'll work out in the end." 

"Thank you honey." Becca kissed his cheek softly. 

"Does this mean you want to be with me?" 

"Do you still want me?" 

"Always and forever, Becca." DeShawn's voice was soft, but serious. "Always and forever." 

"Then yes, DeShawn." Becca stared at him intently. "I want to be with you." 

"YES!!" DeShawn almost drove off the road, he got control of the car and quickly swerved to the side of the road, where he got out and pulled Becca into a hug. "Thank you! Becca, thank you so much. You won't regret it." 

"You're welcome baby." Becca replied happily, returning the hug and loving the feel of DeShawn's body against hers. 

They got back on the road, after kissing passionately, and resumed their drive to Hurburt Field. Becca leaned up against DeShawn, unwilling to be separated from his body. 

"It's not going to be easy." DeShawn said quietly. 

"I know baby." Becca agreed. "I'll talk to John and we'll see how things progress. It won't be easy on any of us, but we'll find a way to make it work." 

"Yes we will." 

The drive was long and they talked excitedly about their future, DeShawn was still undecided about whether to leave the military or not, but he was committed to leaving active operations. A training slot, while not what he really wanted, was the best spot for him now. Becca smiled happily, because the training position was located in San Antonio, Texas, which would put them much closer together. 

"Ta da!" DeShawn replied as he opened the door to his condo. He insisted on carrying Becca over the threshold. 

"Wow." Becca replied. "It's nice." 

"Yea. I saved up for a long time, so that I could afford this and I love living here." He put her down and kissed her softly. "It's paid off, by the way. I'm pretty sure I'll make enough money, when I sell it, to buy us a house." 

"DeShawn." Becca said softly. "One step at a time." She leaned up and kissed him. "I love the way you think though, baby." 

"I told you I'd take care of you and I meant it." He said seriously. 

"Thank you baby." She replied. "I can help you know. I always plan on working DeShawn and John and I have some money saved. I'm sure I'll get some of it, at least, although I think John should get the bulk of it, because of Bethany." 

"One step at a time Becca." He replied with a smile. "But I like the way you think though." 

"What are we doing tonight?" 

"Whatever you want." DeShawn said seriously. "We can go out and party a little. I'm sure one of my friends is probably BBQ'ing tonight, or we can just stay in." 

"I'd like to meet your friends DeShawn." Becca said eagerly. "I want to be a part of your life and that means getting to know the people who are important to you. Besides, I'm sure they have some good stories to tell about you." 

DeShawn looked at Becca for a moment. "So we're staying in then? Just the two of us?" 

Becca punched his chest. "Oh no. Call Marcus, we're hanging out tonight." 

"I'll go get our luggage and be right back. Make yourself at home." 

DeShawn left and Becca flopped down on the couch, she dialed John, hoping to talk to him and see how Bethany was doing. It went straight to voicemail. Becca was sick of leaving voicemails and ended the call. DeShawn entered a second later, carrying their luggage and smiling widely. 

"Why are you so happy?" Becca asked. 

"Because you're in my house." DeShawn said immediately. "I love coming and seeing you. I'll never get tired of it." 

"You better not." 

"Did you get a hold of John?" 

"How'd you know I called John?" 

"Because Becca, you're holding your phone. Who else would you call?" 

"Good point." She smiled at him. "No I got his voicemail." 

"He's picking you up right? At the airport?" 

"Shit!" Becca stood up. "I totally forgot about that. Crap, I've got to get a hold of him." 

Deshawn put his hands over Becca. "Don't worry about it." 

"What? Why?" 

"I called the rental car company and reserved a car for you." DeShawn replied. "You can drive it to Del Rio and turn it in at the little airport in Del Rio. They have a small rental car location at the airport, so you're all set." 

"Deshawn." Becca said softly. "Wow. Thank you." 

"You're welcome." He kissed her. "I told you I'd take care of you." He pulled back and his expression grew serious. "Listen, if something happens and you need to keep the car, just let the rental car people know, ok? Just in case." 

"I will DeShawn." Becca replied. "It won't come to that, but I will, if it does." 

"Cool. Well, I called Marcus and I was right. A few of my buddies are getting together to sear some red meat, swap stories and talk trash. Want to come?" 

"Sure." 

"Ok, but be warned, these are mostly single guys." DeShawn laughed. "They're not housebroken and they can be a bit rowdy." 

"Bring it on." 

"Famous last words." 

* * * 

"God, I hate you." Becca groaned. "Shots. Whose idea was it to do shots?" 

DeShawn laughed for the millionth time. "Yours." 

"No way." 

"Way." He replied shortly. "You said you could keep up. I tried to warn you, but you insisted." 

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." 

"Doesn't it always." DeShawn stopped at the curb. "Here we are." 

"Already?" 

"Yep. I tried to get you to switch your flight, but you insisted on leaving early." 

"I know. I know. Don't rub it in." She groaned. "At least I'll be back in Del Rio by noon." 

"You sure you're ok to drive?" 

"Yes Yes." Becca said. "I'll take two more aspirin, drink some water, and I'll be fine." 

DeShawn and Becca got out of his Mercedes and DeShawn got everything squared away with the luggage. He parked in short-term parking, so he walked with Becca into the terminal and stood with her, while she got her boarding pass. Hand-in-hand, they walked to the security checkpoint, where DeShawn pulled her over to one side. 

"Becca." His voice was soft and Becca could tell he was almost trembling. "I need to tell you something." 

"Yes?" 

He took a deep breath. "I love you." 

Becca leapt into his arms and fortunately, DeShawn caught her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly, her kisses coated his face, cheek and neck. Finally, he stopped laughing and she stopped kissing him and he lowered her back to her feet. 

"I love you too, DeShawn." 

"Wanted me to say it first?" 

"I didn't want to pressure you, DeShawn. I didn't want to guilt you into a relationship." 

"I understand Becca." He replied softly. "But from now on, can we just tell each other how we feel?" 

"Absolutely." She kissed him. "I love you, DeShawn." 

"I love you too Becca." 

They stared at each other for a long while, before DeShawn finally pushed her towards the security line. "Go. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back." 

"Yes sir." 

* * * 

John came awake slowly, moving his jaws, swallowing and trying to create some moisture in the desert that was his mouth. He raised his head and immediately dropped it back to the pillow, with a low groan. The muscles in his neck and shoulders immediately voiced their displeasure at John getting his ass kicked. 

"Here dude." A voice. Rex's voice managed to pierce the pain. He handed John a cup, with a straw and John sucked greedily on it. "Thirsty huh? Well, getting your ass pummeled and then saving the damsel in distress, will tend to dehydrate you." 

John finished the water and looked at Rex. "Jessica?" 

"Fine." Rex replied shortly. "She almost over-dosed on Ecstasy, thanks to those assholes. Apparently they spiked her soda, before they went to the BBQ and then they gave her more, right before they left. They didn't tell her obviously and she lost consciousness just before they arrived at the hotel. The doc said that she's so petite, that it was a pretty close call." 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



"What! You don't want to wait to get everything planned?"

" Baby I would marry you tomorrow if I could. Why you don't?

"I would marry you anytime, but this is going to sound so lame so don't laugh. But, I have always dreamt of what my wedding would be like and I have always wanted my dad to walk me down the aisle and I want all my friends and family there. Am I sounding like a loser now or what?"

Blake laughed. "No, if you want all that then that is what you will get. I just want you happy."

"You sure you don't care about waiting like 6 months?"

"Nahhh As long as we are together then I will be cool. Now all I have to do is tell your dad tonight."

"Don't be so stressed. My dad knows I love you and if I am fine with Caroline and the baby then he should be ok as well."

"I hope you are right." He smiled at Ingrid.

"I know I am. But, right now your chances of getting him to approve would be better if we weren't laying naked in your bed. I'm going to run, get a shower and get dressed."

She straddled his waist with her legs. She leaned in and kissed him. Then she pulled on her short and tank top and left the room.

Blake laid back in the bed and sighed. He had no idea of how he was going to ask Ingrid's dad for his approval this afternoon. 

Blake starred back at himself in the mirror. "You can do this. All you have to do is say Mr. Rowe I want to marry your daughter. Oh and I also got a girl knocked up back at home. Fuck, how am I going to do this. "

He washed his hands and took a deep breath. "You can do this. Just breathe." He walked into the back yard where Ingrid's dad was cooking. 

"Hey Mr. Rowe those burgers look pretty good."

"Yeah they do don't they Blake. I put my special family recipe on them. You stick around and maybe I'll tell you what it is." He laughed and flipped the burgers.

Blake fake laughed and glanced over at Ingrid inside the house laughing at her brothers. His heart sped up when looked at her. 

I can do this just spit it out and tell the man. 

"It's good that you say that Mr. Rowe because, well because I asked Ingrid to marry me and she said yes. I wanted your approval as well."

Mr. Rowe stopped flipping the burgers and put the spatula down. "You want my approval to marry my only daughter?"

"Yes sir. I love your daughter. I can't see myself going on with out her."

"And she feels the same way?" Blake glanced at Ingrid and back at her father.

"Yes, she does sir. "

Mr. Rowe knocked on the door to the kitchen and waved Ingrid out. "We'll see if she does."

Ingrid walked out and looked at them both. "What's up dad?"

"Your boyfriend here asked me for my approval in letting you marry him. He says he loves you and that you love him. So is it true?"

Ingrid eyes started to tear up. "Its true daddy. I love Blake more than I have ever loved anyone before."

Blake grabbed her hand and held it. 

"Well ok. If you promise to make my daughter happy and to love her, then fine you have my approval."

Ingrid squealed. "Oh my gosh thank you daddy." She ran over and hugged her dad.

"Thank you so much sir. I really appreciate it." He shook his hand.

"You just keep my daughter happy and then I'll be fine. "

"No worries sir I will." He picked Ingrid up and kissed her. She grinned in his mouth.

"Oh I am so happy Blake. I can finally take this ring off of my neck and put it on my finger." She took it off and was about put it on when Blake stopped her.

"Let me do it." He got down on his knees again. "So now that it is official. Ingrid Rowe will you marry me."

Ingrid beamed down at him. "A million times yes, Blake." 

He picked her up and hugged her.

Her brothers came outside from the kitchen. "What's going on out here?"

"Your sister just got engaged to Blake. Looks like he is sticking around."

Kyle's face showed his disapproval. "Come on Ingrid don't be an idiot. You can't marry this guy."

Ingrid's smile faded some. "What is your issue Kyle? Dad accepted it he is happy. Why are you so upset about it? Gosh I love Blake. Be happy for me."

"I can't be happy when I know you are making a fool of yourself Ingrid. I hit up one of my friends on myspace that goes to your school and asked him about your fiancée. I think its funny that he didn't share it with dad that he has some other girl knocked at your school."

Ingrid's dad slammed the bbq grill close. "What! You got another girl pregnant and you sit up in my house and ask me for my daughters hand and you have a baby on the way by someone else."

Blake let go of Ingrid's hand. "It's not like that Mr. Rowe. Ingrid and I weren't together at the time we had a break. And I don't even know how it happen, but this girl is saying she is pregnant. But, all this time I have loved Ingrid sir." 

"I don't care. You stay away from my daughter. Get your stuff and get out. " Ingrid's dad grabbed her arm and led her toward the house. 

Ingrid pulled her arm back. "No Dad! I love Blake. I already know about the baby. We were going to tell you, but first we wanted to celebrate." She grabbed Blake's hand. "We are still going to get married whether you all like it or not. I'm not leaving Blake. So if he has to go I have to go too."

Blake turned to her. "I can go Ingrid and stay at a hotel. You stay with your family and work it out."

"No! We are engaged. You are my family. Dad we will come get our stuff in the morning. Until then we will be at a hotel."

She grabbed Blake's hand and they got in the car. Ingrid's father and brothers stared at the car as it turned the corner.

Ingrid sat in the passenger seat and a tear rolled down her face. 

"Ingrid are you ok?" Ingrid wiped the tear away.

"Yeah. I am just disappointed with my family. That's all." Blake pulled up in front of a hotel. Valet came and got his car and they walked in bag less.

They walked into the room and laid on the bed. They both sprawled out on the bed. Blake pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry about this Ingrid. When you dreamt of your engagement I guess you didn't think your fiancée would get kicked out of the house."

Ingrid laughed uneasily. "Yeah, true but I did dream of being wrapped in his arms like I am in yours now."

"Oh really what else did you dream?" He grinned at her with his blue eyes sparkling. She was loving his unshaven look he was doing. The dark brown stubble and his blue eyes staring down at her were making her horny and wet. 

She smiled at him. "I dreamt of how he would fuck me. I dream that the bed has a headboard and he would turn me around and make me hold the headboard. While he fucked me hard from behind driving his cock deeper into me until he sprayed his cum in my pussy."

Blake licked his lips and felt his cock rise as she explained her dream. 

Ingrid lifted her dress and pushed her panties to the side. She rubbed her clit up and down and pushed her middle finger into her pussy. He let her thumb rubber he clit as she pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy.

Blake stared in fascination as she fucked her pussy. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it more to get a better view. He rubbed her breast through her dress. Ingrid moaned as he stuck his finger inside her as her own finger pushed in. Blake freed his cock with his other and rubbed himself slowly as he fingered Ingrid. She opened her legs wider and Blake's nostrils filled with the smell of her sex. 

He couldn't take it any longer. He pulled her fingers out of her and pushed his cock in her pussy. Ingrid moaned his name as he pushed in hard. The bed board beat the wall as Blake pushed in and out of her pussy. Ingrid pulled her dress the rest of the way off. Blake tore her panties off and threw them on the floor. He pulled her up to kiss him and remove her bra. 

Blake pushed her nipple in his mouth as he pushed harder and faster into her. He felt Ingrid's body cum as she sprayed his cum inside her walls. 

He tried to pull out of her but Ingrid held him close squeezing his cock until every last drop of cum pushed out of his cock into her pussy.

Ingrid moaned and fell back onto the bed. Blake pulled her onto his chest. He felt her heat beat against his stomach.

"Blake do you think my family and your mother will come around and be happy for us?"

Blake sighed. He stroked her hair from her face. "I don't know. I feel like I should have just told your dad and none of this would have happen."

Ingrid raised her head. "Are you kidding me? This is not your fault. My dad and brothers need to be happy that I have found somebody that I am terribly in love with." She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. 

"So what do we do know?" He looked down to her.

"I don't know what do you think?"

" I guess we need to go talk to your dad tomorrow and then head back. Do you regret saying yes to me asking you to marry me?"

"Hell no. I love the thought of marrying you. What about you? Any word from Caroline since you have been gone?"

"I told you I have wanted to marry you for a while now." Ingrid smiled up at him.

"She called me yesterday. I didn't answer, but she left me a message to let me know she missed me and just wanted to talk."

Ingrid sighed. "You should call her Blake. She is the mother of your child. And as much as I hate her, you still have to be apart of her life."

"You are really great Ingrid you know that? I just wish Caroline knew how much nicer you are to her than she is to you." He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. He watched Ingrid get up naked from the bed and head into the bathroom. He watched her butt sway as she walked. His cock stirred as he watched her butt jiggle as she walked out of the room.

Caroline's voice broke him from his trance. "Hello." "Hey Caroline. How are things going?"

"Oh Blake. Gosh I'm glad to hear your voice. I haven't heard from you since you ran off with that girl. You know you really embarrassed me. I had to calm my dad down so he didn't press charges against you."

Blake snorted. That guy didn't have the guts to press charges against him. " You know her name Caroline. Her name is Ingrid. Look we are all going to have to sit down and discuss what is going to happen next. I guess all this tension is going to have to come to an end. "

"It wouldn't be any tension if you dumped that girl Blake and came to your senses."

Blake was getting annoyed with her. "Look Caroline things have changed and I would rather tell you in person. We should be back day after tomorrow, I'll call you when we get in town and we can meet up ok?"

"So she is coming too? Whatever Blake just call me when you get in town or better yet when you find the time to come spend time with the mother of your child."

She hung the phone up. Blake laid back on the bed. Ingrid walked in freshly out of the shower in a hotel robe. She straddled him and sat on his legs.

"What's wrong babe?" He smiled at her and stroke her cheek with his fingertips.

"Nothing Ingrid. Nothing." He let his hands rub down her shoulders and down to the loop of the robe. He untied her robe and pushed his hard cock into her pussy that was inches from his cock. Ingrid groaned as he raised her up and down on his cock. She tossed her head back as she came again on his cock. He pumped faster into her and came. A tear rolled down his face and she wiped it from his face. She pulled him close to her and held him till they fell asleep.

They pulled in front of her house. Ingrid already explained in the car that she was just going to run in and grab their bags and then they were going to hit the road. He had asked her if she wanted to be alone and talk to her family or at least stay another day. But, she refused.

She got out of the car and he came up behind her and took her hand. Her hand was shaking. She pushed the door open and saw her dad and brothers sitting on the couch.

Ingrid yelled out to them. "I'm just getting our stuff and then I'm out of here." Blake let her hand go as she ran up the stairs. He was about to follow but stopped.

He turned and stared at Mr. Rowe and his sons. "Mr. Rowe you should know I love your daughter more than anything. Ingrid and I have discussed this whole pregnancy thing and I have told her if she doesn't want to stay I will be hurt, but I only want the best for her. But, she wants to stay and to be honest I am so happy she decided to stay. I love her more than words can say sir. And right now I know she doesn't want to do this. She doesn't want to leave with her dad and brothers upset at her. So if you are mad. Take it out on me. Say whatever you have to say to me. I just want Ingrid to be happy again and not sad anymore about this because to be honest during our relationship all she has mentioned is her older brothers and her dad. And I don't want to be the one responsible for ruining that relationship." 

Ryan starred at him. "You know you have a lot of nerve coming back in this house. I asked around about you on your campus. You were the campus player. You jumped from one girl to another. And you expect me to believe that you fell in love with my sister and now all that is behind you."

"It's true I was with a lot of women, but your sister put and end to that when I met her. I no longer wanted to be with other women."

Kyle laughed, "Yeah, well explain the pregnant girl."

Blake frowned. "I don't know. We were over. I was with Ingrid and then she just came up to me and let me know she was pregnant. It could be mine. It is possible. That's the truth."

"I'm supposed to believe you. You have been lying since you stepped in here. And you have my little sister believing these lies. I should beat you right now." He started toward Blake, but Mr. Rowe's hand stopped him.

"I want my daughter happy. You say you love her and she says she loves you. I hope that is true. So you have my blessing to marry her. My daughter is like my late wife. When they love someone they fight hard for them. Ingrid is fighting hard for you. I just hope it not all for nothing. So you are welcome in my house. "

"Oh my gosh thank you Mr. Rowe. Oh crap thank you so much." He grabbed the man's hand and shook it. 

Ingrid came downstairs pulling her bag down the steps. "Blake are you ready?" She turned and looked at him shaking her dad's hand.

"What all this about Blake?" He walked over to her and took the bag out of her hands.

"Your dad gave us his blessing." He grinned down at her. Ingrid smiled and a tear rolled down her face.

"Oh thank you daddy." She ran over to her dad and hugged him. She hugged her brothers as well.

Kyle and Ryan still looked pissed. "If dad is fine with this then I guess I will be happy for you as well."

"Oh my gosh I love you all so much. I'm crying. Thank you. Thank you so much you guys. I didn't know how much longer I could have been mad at you all."

She kissed all of them on their cheek.

Ingrid's dad helped them take their bags out to the car. "So Blake I meant what I said. Don't hurt my daughter."

"I won't sir. I will try my hardest to make sure she stays happy."

They said their good bye and headed back home.

They pulled in front of Blake's new condo. Ingrid looked over at Blake asleep in the passenger seat. His mouth was open and he was slobbering some. Ingrid smiled to herself and leaned in closer to him. He didn't stir. Ingrid unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his pants slowly. Blake moved some, but remained asleep. Ingrid pulled his cock free and pressed her lips against the head. 

Blake body stirred and his started to grow hard as she pushed his cock further into her mouth. Blake groaned as Ingrid engulfed his cock until the head hit the back of her throat. She sucked up and down on his cock. Blake rubbed his hands through her hair and humped his cock in he mouth. He groaned and pushed his cum into her mouth. Ingrid sucked him deeper into his mouth until his cock was clean.

"Thought I would wake you up and tell you we are here." She grinned at him. 

"Oh shit I am glad we are getting married" They got out the car and headed inside. Blake grabbed the bags and threw them into his place. 

"We have to decorate this place babe. All we have is a chair and an air mattress in here." 

Blake laughed to himself and slapped her behind as he passed her. She smiled.

"I think we should do something first in here before we unpack my place."

"What would that be?"

He grinned and his dimples deepened. He picked her up and led her into the kitchen. He put her on the counter.

"Ingrid I plan on making love to you in everyone of these rooms tonight." He pulled her shirt over her head and then pushed down her pants and panties. He threw his shirt on the floor and spread her legs in front of his face. Blake stared at her pussy and then licked her clit up and down. Ingrid groaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. He pushed his head deeper into her pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Ingrid's body started to shake and pushed his tongue in and out of her. She grabbed his black hair and pushed his head deeper into her pussy as she came. She moaned his name over and over as he pushed her body to climax.

Blake's cock was rock hard as he pushed his now wet face from her pussy. He sucked her nipple into his mouth as he pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Her pussy fit his cock like a glove. He pushed into her harder with each thrust. Ingrid's legs wrapped around his back as he pounded her pussy. He picked her body up and continued fucking her as he led her into the dining room. 

Blake pushed Ingrid against the wall as he pushed further into her. Ingrid's body started to shake as she came. Blake felt his balls tighten as cum exploded into Ingrid.

Blake yawned in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. He looked over at Ingrid pulling up her jeans. They both looked tired. They spent the whole night fucking in every room of the house. 

Ingrid sighed. Her pussy was aching from last night. She looked over at him halfway dressed in his khaki shorts and no shirt. Gosh she couldn't believe that even when her pussy was sore as it was and after all the sex from the night and morning that she still wanted him inside of her.

"Come on Blake. We have to go meet Caroline." Blake made a face.

"Oh yeah this should be great. First she will be pissed that you are there and second she will want to kill you wants she finds out that we are engaged."

"Well we will just have to tell her that this is something she will have to get used to."

He gave her a peck on the lips and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Alright fiancée I am all set. Let's get this over with."

Caroline was already at the coffee house when they showed up. She looked pissed when she noticed Ingrid was there.

"Blake glad you finally made it. Oh and what's your name again Igloo or India?"

"It's Ingrid. You know that Caroline."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Whatever. So Blake I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow that I want you to attend. And second we are going to have to go shopping soon for the baby."

Caroline rubbed her stomach and then looked over at Ingrid. Her hand froze when she saw Ingrid's ring.

"Get the fuck out of here. Oh my gosh Blake you are marrying this, this, girl."

"That is why we came here. To tell you that Ingrid and I are getting married."

"This is some bull crap Blake. If you think that I am going to let you do this to our child then you have it all wrong. We are supposed to be together."

Ingrid watched Caroline start to flip out. "Look Caroline I'm sorry that this hurts you, but Blake and I love each other. And we both love the baby you are carrying."

"I have done so much for this kid. The least you could do Blake was marry me. And if you think I am going to have my kid around this woman then you are nuts. Get ready to go to court because I will be asking for full fucking custody of this kid and that you can only see it with my permission."




Friends with Benefits Ch. 05



Caroline got up to leave, but Blake took her arm. 

"Can we just sit and discuss this Caroline."

"No, you made up your mind. You chose this bitch over your own kid. I'm out of here."

They both stared at her storm out of the café. Blake sat back down and sighed. He rubbed his face with his hands. Ingrid pulled him over to her and hugged him close.

He finally broke the silence. "I guess that didn't go as well as expected."

Ingrid smirked. "She will cool down Blake. She is just pissed off right now."

He laughed. "Oh gosh Ingrid you do not know her. She is not going to calm down. Now I have to deal with a court case just to see my kid. Oh gosh how can this get any worse?"

"So what do we do now?" 

"We don't let this bug us. Maybe you are right. She may calm down."

He grabbed her hand and he led the way out of the café.

"Why don't we go out tonight? Let's get out minds off the Caroline stuff. My old frat is having a summer party at the house. You can invite Amber since she is still in town and we can just have fun."

"Okay. Amber has been bugging me about ditching her anyway so this should be fun. Maybe me and her could have a girls night out and then just meet up with you at the party."

He smirked at her. "You getting tired of me already, Ingrid."

Ingrid leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled. "I am so glad you are figuring this out early because to be honest you are turning out to be a big bore." 

Blake laughed and pulled her close to him. He leaned her against the car and kissed her deeper. Pushing his tongue in her mouth. Ingrid moaned. Blake pulled back.

"Yeah this is pretty boring." He laughed and smacked her butt. 

"So shall we go our separate ways until tonight. This is going to be odd babe. I have been with you like every night for the last few months."

He kissed her forehead. "It'll be good for us. It will make us want each other even more."

Ingrid laughed and started walking toward Amber's apartment. 



Friends with Benefits Ch. 06



Pandora's Box had been opened and couldn't be closed. I wasn't sure I wanted to close it. My husband had started sharing me with other men and I loved it. They say the more you have sex the more you want sex I know it was true in my case. I couldn't get enough. 

It took me a week to recover from the little group session that had occurred in our basement with my husband's colleagues. The intense multiple orgasms I had experienced had left my lower belly sore. My poor throttled pussy was still a tad tender but now ached for some action.

Fresh from my morning shower I sat naked on a towel in front of my dressing table blow-drying my long black hair. My head was cocked at a right angle as I maneuvered my whining hair-dryer back and forth across my hair while simultaneously running a comb through it. My hands worked with practiced routine leaving my mind free to reminisce about my group experience. 

My pussy dampened with excitement at the recollection of the event. My nipples hardened despite the hot air blowing on my head. I sat my comb down on the table and tweaked a nipple. My moan was masked by the high-pitched whine of the dryer. I decided my hair was dry enough and turned off the dryer and sat it down next to my comb. I squeezed both breasts and twirled my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs like they were combination locks. I cooed with contentment.

"Stella, you've become such a slut," chuckled my husband from behind me. He was leaning against the door jab of the bathroom watching me stimulate myself.

I smiled and nodded at his reflection in the mirror, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

He crossed the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Steam from the bathroom chased after him. He stopped behind me and I handed him my hairbrush. He lovingly brushed my hair. He looked deep into my eyes by way of the mirror's reflection while making long strokes with the brush.

"I love you Stella. It's like you've just discovered how much you enjoy sex. So, yeah, I like you being a slut but I love that you are my wife."

Closing my eyes I basked in the comforting caresses of the brush gliding through my hair. I felt the warmth of Bill's bare torso on my back. I could feel the love my husband had for me with each stroke of the brush.

"It's been a while since you've seen Victor. He sent you some very nice flowers after your tryst with him."

I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror until our eyes locked, "I needed to recover from the gangbang you arranged"

Bill's cock hardened against my back as he remembered the group event. "Yeah, what a night, I thought you'd be sore from all that attention."

I smiled, "It's not just the physical soreness. There's some emotional issues that need to be worked out too. Vic is different from the others. It's more than just sex with Victor. I care for him."

"He called me to apologize for taking advantage of my wife," Bill chuckled. "He's such an honorable guy. He just doesn't get this, whole friends with benefits thing." 

"I'm not sure I do either. You didn't want to hear any details about my night with Victor. Yet, you insisted on watching me have sex with a group of guys I barely know." 

"You are right, Vic is different than the others. I do like watching the guys fuck you. It turns me on but I can't watch you and Vic fuck,its way too emotional. I'd feel like an intruder."

"What do want me to do?" I asked my husband watching in the mirror.

He smiled at me, "I want you to see Victor tonight and serve him supper in a sexy French Maid outfit."

Somewhat startled I said, "I thought we just agreed sex is too emotional with Victor."

"We agreed that there is an emotional component to your sex with Vic and not emotional one with the others."

I sighed frustrated, "I don't have a French Maid outfit."

My husband strode to the closet door and opened it. A black and white French Maid costume hung from the door. "You do now. I picked it up yesterday after I talked to Vic."

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to see Victor."

"Victor needs you. And the truth of the matter is you need him. Isn't that what really scares you?"

"Aren't you scared?" I stammered.

"Not in the least. I'm choosing to share my wife with my best friend. Friendship requires certain emotional bonds. He is after all a friend with benefits after all."

"What about us?"

My husband's confident grin was reassuring, "I don't think we have ever been closer. I love how much you enjoy sex with my friends, with men I have picked for you. Your sexiness keeps me in almost constant state of arousal."

He ripped the towel from his waist and stomped towards me. His hard cock swayed and smacked his thighs with each step. His eyes reflected lust and wanton hunger. 

Rising to my feet I turn to embrace my advancing lover. He stopped me and swung me back around. Once again he stood behind the bench of the dressing table. He imbibed my nakedness and I felt like a work of art under his intense scrutiny. He cupped a breast and squeezed it pulling me towards him until my back was resting against his chest. He kissed my neck and whispered hot and sexy in my ear, "Put your knees on the seat."

I figured out what Bill wanted and took his hand for balance. I scooted my knees onto the seat until I was centered on it. I watched my husband's reaction in the mirror as I presented my up-turned posterior to him. My pussy lips were puffy and glistened with my excitement. I whimpered as he tugged at my nipples. My breasts were warm and engorged with lust. I extended my hands and leaned forward to catch the corners of the dressing table with my knees shoulder-width apart. I knew this was the position my husband wanted.

Bill caressed my back from my shoulders to my buttocks lightly running his fingertips across my skin. Goose bumps trailed his tender touch and I sighed blissfully. My husband dropped to his knees behind me and kissed each cheek of my upturned butt. He spread my cheeks revealing my pucker and pussy. His tongue tantalized my slit teasing my clit from its hiding place. Once it was exposed his tongue darted quickly over it causing my whole body to writhe with glee.

He trailed his tongue through my saturated snatch twirled it thrillingly across my taint finally amusing my anus with speedy stabs of the tip. Transitory moans emitted from me with each jolting jab of his tongue. Once he was satisfied that my butthole hole was ready Bill stood up. He grinned at me in the mirror as my face grimaced while his blunt cock helmet battered its way into my backside.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as Bill's extremely hard cock continued to creep inch by inch up my ass. My knuckles turned white as I grasped the corner of my dressing table. I exhaled my breath with a hiss when he stopped his penetration and allowed me adjust to the violation. I sucked in air with a rasp and held it when he continued his encroachment. Once Bill was fully seated in my butt he waited for me to catch my breath. I was dizzy with delight. 

"Stella I love you so much. Your ass is so tight."

I blinked my eyes open then blinked a couple of more times as the pain subsided. I smiled weakly at my husband. My butt was so full of his cock I swear I could feel the blood pulsing through the big vein on top of his shaft. I felt his cock twitch demanding recompense.

Bill grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked, pulling my head towards him. This forced my back to arch and another inch of Bill's cock invaded my insides. A tear trickled down my cheek as I panted through the pain. 

After kissing my ear Bill growled, "I love your ass Stella. It belongs to me. Nobody gets your ass but me. Not Vic, not the guys just me. Do you understand me Stella?"

I hissed as he pulled my hair again, "I understand."

With a mischievous grin Bill began to withdraw his dick. Slowly his cock retreated until my sphincter threatened to expel it from my body with a couple of involuntary contractions. Bill moaned as my pain gave him pleasure.

At a snail's pace Bill reversed course reinstalling his cock back into me until he was once again balls deep inside me. He repeated the process over and over again with disciplined precession. The angle of his cock was such that it tapped the underside of my G-spot through my innards. As Bill increased the tempo of his thrusts the taps on my G-spot transformed the pain to pleasure. 

"Fuck my ass Bill, fuck it hard," I growled like an animal.

I moved my hips counter to Bill's thrusts enhancing his enjoyment and mine. Wet flesh on flesh smacks reverberated off the bedroom walls. His groans and my grunts only added to the crescendo of raunchy racket. 

Bill's cock expanded and throbbed. He rammed it deep into me shooting blast after blast of cum into me like a shotgun. His bellow of release sounded like a moose mating call. Once he was spent he stayed fully embedded in my ass and reached around me and pressed his palm against my exposed clit.

My eyes rolled over white as Bill increased the pressure on my clit while simultaneously tapping my G-spot with his cock. Red light burned white hot behind my eyelids. I howled at the ceiling as an intense orgasm erupted from my cunt and raced to the pleasure centers of my brain.

I hissed and hung my head as Bill pulled his quickly deflating cock from my backside. I took his hand as he helped me off the seat. My knees were red and sore from the friction of our coupling. I embraced my husband kissing his cheek enjoying the smooth warmth of his naked body.

"I love you, Bill."

"I love you too, Stella. I need to get dressed. I'll be home early to help you get ready for Vic. Cook something that we can take to his place in covered dishes. He'll enjoy a home cooked meal."

He slapped my ass with a loving smack before hurrying to dress. Soon he was out the door and on his way to work with a gratified grin on his face. 

Later that day, I made an almond chicken and rice dish, with asparagus with hollandaise sauce on the side. I put it all into plastic storage containers to take to Victor's condo to be warmed up later. White Zinfandel wine goes best with chicken so I put a bottle in the fridge to chill. I spent the rest of the day sunning on the back deck.

Bill got home about three that afternoon and roused me from the deck to get me ready for Victor. He already had the bathtub full of sudsy water. He lit vanilla aroma therapy candles while I shucked my bikini and slipped into the tub. He kissed me and began scrubbing my body with a soapy wash rag. 

He grinned, "The smell of vanilla is supposed to enhance a women's desire for sex." 

"You must really want me randy with all the candles you lit. How was your day?"

"Not bad but I had trouble concentrating this afternoon I couldn't wait to get home and get you ready. I arranged to meet the guys at The Locker Room for supper and to watch the game afterwards. I plan on picking you up at Vic's around ten. I don't want you spending the night."

"I didn't think you were worried about the emotional bond between Vic and me."

Bill smiled with confidence, "I'm not worried about it. I'm just setting some boundaries that's all. I'm sharing you with Vic not giving you away. He'll be home by six, I think four hours of fucking you should be adequate."

"Four hours of fucking, huh? We better stop and get some oysters on the way to Vic's. He's going to need the boner boost."

"What else did you fix for his supper?"

"Almond chicken and asparagus."

"Mmmm," Bill chuckled, "A veritable smorgasbord of aphrodisiac delights."

I kissed him moaning as his tongue wrestled with mine. I squealed with glee as he lightly tugged my hard soapy nipples. I could tell by the smirk on my husband's face that he was teasing me to heighten my arousal. I knew he had no intention of pleasing me. I raised my arms after he rinsed my breasts so he could shave my armpits. 

After that task was completed he had me sit on the edge of the tub. Bill soaped my legs and gently ran my razor up each leg from ankle to my thigh. He traced his hand over my legs to ensure not an errant hair remained. Satisfied he lathered my cunt which was sodden from all his loving attention. His forehead wrinkled with concentration as he glided the blade across my vulnerable vulva.

I giggled and rubbed his cheek with my hand and said, "Relax Honey, you're just shaving the stubble from my snatch not performing brain surgery."

He smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss, "I know Baby, I just want it to be perfect."

Once he was assured that my vagina was fuzz free he helped me out of the tub. He patted me off with a fluffy bath towel while the bath water gurgled down the drain. After I was dry he took coconut oil and liberally applied it to my freshly sheared snapper. Bill slipped a well-oiled digit into my cunt and fingered me to the brink of orgasm.

I stood on my tiptoes with my warm buttocks pressed into the cold ceramic sink. Goose bumps rose all over my body. I grew dizzy from the contradiction. I hissed at Bill as his thumb pressed on one side of my clit and then the other without touching it all. 

"Please...Bill...Please...need...cum."

He laughed, "Nope. I want you horny for Vic."

As Bill kissed me I surrendered to his will, my tongue tussled with his until he tenderly twisted my nipple. A deep moan began in my core and rumbled forth as blissful warmth spread throughout my body. Sensing I was close to orgasm Bill pulled his finger from me and I groaned in protest.

Bill took my hand and led me into the bedroom to my dressing table. Daintily I sat down and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were glassy with lust as Bill took a brush and began running it through my long black hair. I giggled at him as he pulled a computer print-out of his pocket and sat it on the table. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He smiled, "I think the look of your French Maid Outfit would be enhanced with your hair in a Dangling French Rope Bun."

"And...how do you know about a Dangling French Rope Bun?"

"Through the miracle of the Internet, Darling," he laughed.

He took my hair and wrapped it into a simple rope braid and twirled and wrapped it. He frowned at his completed creation, "Damn it, that's not right."

After two more attempts Bill was satisfied that he had arranged my hair into the style laid out in his step-by-step guide. I took a hand mirror and inspected his handiwork by holding it behind my head, "Very good, Darling. I'm impressed and I'm sure Vic will be too."

My compliment seemed to fuel Bill's confidence. He reached for my make-up and began applying foundation to my face. With a workman like approach he added blush, eye shadow, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara and eye liner to my face. I was only his assistant and he asked for this or that like a surgeon asking for instruments in the operating room. I realized I was Bill's tour de force, that much of the pleasure he got from sharing me sexually with his friends came from preparing me for the encounter.

"What do you think, Stella?"

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, "You're a true artist, Honey. I couldn't do a better job myself."

"Thanks, Darling, one last touch."

Bill took my hand and helped me to stand before he picked my perfume which I kept in a vintage clear crystal bottle. He unscrewed the lid and produced the inner wand dauber and carefully touched me behind each ear with it. Then he gently dragged the dauber between my breasts down my trembling tummy leaving a wet trail of soft oriental fragrance until he reached the cleft of my cunt. With a wicked grin pushed the dauber against my clit.

I clutched his arm as my eyes widened with exhilaration. My clit practically jumped from its hood looking for more stimulation, "Oooh."

"Let's get you dressed," chuckled Bill as he put the dauber back in its crystal container.

He guided me towards the closet. He stopped in front of my chester-drawers and pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings. He slipped them on me one leg at time. His fingers lightly brushed the folds of my cunt as he popped the bands of the stocking into place high on my thigh.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," I moaned as Bill snuck a finger into my saturated snatch.

He abruptly pulled it out with a wicked grin, "That's enough of that my slutty Stella."

I stuck my tongue out at him as he wrapped the black corset around my middle. I put a breast in each half-cup bra as he fastened the back. My nipples weren't covered and my breasts looked like they were being offered on a tray. I tweaked each exposed nipple in turn basking in the warmth that was starting to grow in my core.

Bill smiled at my naughtiness and clipped my fishnet stockings to the garter straps dangling from my corset. He placed each foot into a pair of black stilettos as I held on to the closet door jab for balance. He stretched open the waist band of a pair of white lace G-string panties so I could step into them. He pulled them up over my stockings and garter straps until he reached my hips. He adjusted the thin strip of material into the crack of my ass. He smiled pleased with the camel-toe the panties created. He looked me in the eye and ran his finger across the lacey material into the slit of my cunt, "Is that where you want Victor to put his big cock, Baby?"

I was so turned-on that lace was immediately saturated with my excitement. I whined, "Yes... yes. I want...Victor's... big cock." 

Bill smiled at me with a self-satisfied smirk as my inner-slut began to emerge. He wrapped the black maid's mini-skirt with an attached white apron around my waist and snapped it into place. He handed me a pair of white lace gloves which I slipped on while he fastened a white lace chocker around my neck. He topped the outfit off by placing the white lace maid's headpiece on my head. Then he handed me a feather duster to complete my ensemble. 

"You look so sexy, Stella. I love you." He kissed my forehead and playfully pinched my nipple, "Let's go."

We packed supper into a picnic basket giggling like excited kids on the way to the playground. We pulled out of the garage and headed across town to Victor's condo. We pulled into the parking lot of a grocery market after I reminded Bill to stop and pick-up some raw oysters. 

I fidgeted with the feather duster as I waited in the car. I recalled Vic's hard dick and I licked my lips with anticipation. I grew wetter as I remembered how it bobbed and throbbed, drooling with his passion for me. I didn't think it was possible but my nipples grew even harder, to the point of pain. I giggled as a gawking man walked into parked car. I should have felt embarrassed by my slutty appearance but I felt a sexy empowerment instead.

The man rubbed his knee as I smiled and waved at him. When I took the handle of the feather duster into my mouth and sucked it like it was a cock the man forgot all about his knee. He approached our car for a closer look. He stood just outside my window.

I rewarded his curiosity by pinching my exposed nipple while sucking on the end of the duster. Moving my hand down from my breast to my lap I pulled my skirt up revealing my soaked black lace panties. The camel toe had become a well entrenched moose knuckle.

Another man stood next to my onlooker. I caught movement on the driver's side and noticed a woman standing on that side of the car. I scooted down in the seat pulled my G-string to the side and exposed my cunt. 

The warm air on my sopping sex further ignited my excitement. I grew wetter. I was panting like a greyhound that had just chased an electric rabbit around a track. I pulled the end of the feather duster from my mouth a long string of slobber dangled from its tip. I slowly slid the wet hard plastic end of the feather duster between my puffy pussy lips. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 06



Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits. 

This is the FINAL chapter of this series. 

I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you've enjoy reading it. Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive. 

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***** 

"Bethany." 

John's voice rang echoed in the house, as he walked from the empty living room, into his daughter's room. "Honey, will you please get everything packed? We're leaving first thing in the morning." 

"Yes, dad," irritation flooded her voice. It was the kind of irritation that only an eight year old (soon to be nine year old as she always pointed out) could summon. 

"Thank you, honey." 

He smiled at his daughter, and surveyed her room. It was in good shape. There were only a thousand pieces of clothing strewn around the room. Toys were generously sprinkled among the clothes, so in a way it formed a pretty carpet. Typically, it was in much worse shape, and he could tell that Jessica had been helping her. 

Bethany is beautiful. 

It was a familiar thought, and one that circled his head at least a thousand times a day. True, she was his daughter, and he had a biased opinion, but even their friends thought she was beautiful. The fact that several boys her age wouldn't quit calling the house, was also a testament to how pretty his daughter was, and worse, how beautiful she would become. 

She has more of her mother in her. 

Becca's features were prominently displayed, but perfectly mixed with DeShawn's. Bethany had a light brown skin tone, and her hair was also a curly light brown. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue, unbelievably beautiful, and the contrast between her skin, her hair and her eyes was striking. Intelligent, compassionate, but with a quick temper, his daughter was a handful. 

"Dad," she said. "Go, I don't need your help." 

He hadn't realized he was staring, but Bethany's voice broke into his reverie. "Sorry, kiddo. I'm leaving." 

"How's she doing?" Jessica asked, when he walked into the kitchen. 

"Great. She's always great." He accepted the glass of wine from his wife. "Of course, she won't be ready tomorrow morning, so I'll probably get up a little early to help her." 

Jessica laughed. "Of course." 

"It should be an easy drive. Not quick, but not hard either." 

"Yep. Are you sure you want to stop in Biloxi?" Jessica asked, as she took a sip from her own glass of wine. "We could stop in New Orleans?" 

"Not this trip, baby. Besides, if we're going to New Orleans, we should go during Mardi Gras." 

"I'm not flashing my tits, honey," she said quickly and gave her husband a wink. "I don't need beads that bad." 

"Awwww." 

"On the street," she clarified. "I'll flash you all night long, in our hotel room." 

"Now we're talking." 

They shared a laugh and went out to their small patio. It was the same patio they'd shared their first real kiss on, and it was their favorite spot. With all of their belongings packed, they'd borrowed some chairs from the neighbors. It was their last night at Laughlin, Air Force Base. 

"I wonder what life is going to be like in Florida," she mused. 

"St. Petersburg is supposed to be beautiful." 

"Yeah," she agreed, and studied her husband over the rim over wine glass. "I'm proud of you." 

"You are?" 

"Yes," she replied evenly. "You breezed through college, finished the Air Force Bootstrap program, and received your commission." 

"Lots of people do that, baby." 

"I know, but you did it all, and still managed to raise a daughter, be a great husband, and get promoted a few times...Captain." 

"Everyone makes Captain. Unless you really screw up." 

"Stop minimizing your accomplishments." 

"Okay," he said and held up his hands. "You win. I'm perfect!" 

"Oh god," she said, with a roll of her eyes. "I've created a monster." 

"You're right behind me anyway, honey," he said with his own wink. "You helped me with Bethany, you've been an amazing wife, and you got yourself promoted. I'm not the only one who finished the Bootstrap program. You also earned your commission." He paused dramatically. "First Lieutenant." 

They were both silent for a moment, reflecting on the hard work they'd put into their careers. It hadn't been easy, but they'd done it. John and Jessica had arrived at this base as enlisted members, and with a ton of hard work, perseverance, support, and more hard work; they'd finished their college degrees and earned an officer's commission in the Air Force. John had been first, but Jessica soon followed. 

The Bootstrap program allowed them to finish their degrees, but becoming an officer was a completely separate process. They'd been highly recommended by everyone in their chain of command, so they earned a spot at Officer Training School. 

In short, life was pretty good. They'd received orders, and they were PCS'ing (permanent change of station) to Florida. Their household goods had been shipped by the Air Force, and they were driving to their new duty location. They'd spend the first night in Biloxi, MS, at Keesler Air Force Base. It was right along the gulf coast, so they'd have some time to visit the beaches with Bethany. Then they were going to drop Bethany off, for the summer, at her grandparents. 

Veranda and Robert were dying to see their grandchild again. Bethany could hardly wait to be spoiled as well, so it was a mutually beneficial agreement. He sincerely liked Deshawn's parents, and they'd always treated him well. He could tell they approved of his parenting of Bethany, and he also made sure that his daughter kept in regular contact with them. 

Becca was supposed to drop off her kids as well this summer, but he wasn't sure when or if he would see her or not. Truthfully, he didn't care. He'd lost touch with her over the years. Robert and Veranda provided some information, but not a whole lot. She'd moved to Florida as well, but on the panhandle, near Ft. Lauderdale. Becca and Bethany didn't spend much time together, and while that bothered John, he didn't obsess about it. Her life wasn't as stable as it once had been. 

"I love you." 

John looked over at his wife and smiled. "I love you too. Thank you for taking a chance on me." 

"You're welcome." She stood, walked over to him smiling, and took his hand. "Now take me into the bedroom. I have a surprise for you." 

The surprise turned out to be new lingerie. She loved showing off for him...only him. Petite, curvy, with gorgeous red hair, she was captivating. A natural redhead, she still shaved herself regularly, so he rarely saw her pubic hairs. 

Widely considered the hottest woman on base, she was surprisingly kinky. She loved sex, in any position, and wasn't shy about watching porn. She was always buying new toys, and they'd even indulged in some light bondage. He was fairly certain she'd memorized Fifty Shades of Grey, and they'd tried several of the things mentioned in the book. 

In short, their sex was amazing. 

Tonight wasn't a kinky night. Their belongings were all packed, aside from their clothes, and they were leaving early. She modeled her new lingerie for him, before she let it drop to the floor (where lingerie always ended up), and then attacked him. 

"Lick my pussy, baby," she breathed, as she straddled his face. 

It was one of his favorite positions, because he could always make her cum this way. Several times, in fact. He loved the way she moved her pussy across his face, and he could never resist squeezing her firm little ass. Normally a moaner, Jessica was careful with Bethany. She moaned quietly, or as quietly as she could, and shuddered as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. 

"Enough," she said finally. "Now fuck me." 

Barely a second later, he thrust inside her deliciously tight pussy. She loved the doggy-style position, and pushed her ass back against him. His hands found her shoulders, and he savagely pushed his cock into her. She was petite, but she could take a pounding. In fact, she frequently insisted on it. Her moans grew louder, as they found their rhythm. 

"Tell me when you're cumming," she gasped. 

He knew what she wanted, what she was asking for, and it made his orgasm grow quickly. She loved the taste of cum. They weren't trying for children, so she would go down on him frequently, and it was normal for her to ask him to cum on her, or in her mouth. 

"Here I come," he groaned. 

She moved forward quickly, and then flipped around, sliding her upper body near him. She grasped his cock, stroking it quickly, before she put her mouth on the tip. 

"That's it! Take it, baby!" 

The sweet, excruciating release of an orgasm flooded his body. His cock jerked slightly, as it spurted into her mouth. She took over, and stroked him gently. Well aware of how sensitive his cock was after he came, she didn't grind on his it. Her mouth caught most of his cum, and her tongue quickly found the rest. 

"I love the way you taste," she said, smiling up at him. 

He groaned softly, and fell back onto the mattress. She snuggled up against him, and they both drifted off. 

*** 

The road trip was like any road trip. Exciting at the start, boring during the middle, and excruciating towards the end. Biloxi wasn't anything to write home about, and they didn't look back when they left. 

As they approached the mansion where Veranda and Robert raised Deshawn, tension started to build in his shoulders. He couldn't help it. No matter how much time passed, he still felt a tinge of resentment. DeShawn had ended his marriage. Sure Becca played a starring role in that drama, but-." 

"Penny for your thoughts," Jessica's voice broke into his thoughts like a cool breeze. 

He glanced in the back of the SUV, and confirmed that his daughter was still sleeping. His wife cocked her head at him. 

"Sorry, babe," he murmured. "I was just meandering down memory lane." 

"Ahh. What might have been...that sort of thing?" 

"Yeah." His hand found hers. "But, I wouldn't change a thing, honey." 

"I understand." She squeezed his hand lightly, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I love you." 

"Love you, too." 

"Yuck." Bethany's voice carried forward from the back. She unclipped her seatbelt, slid forward, and hugged him from behind his seat. "You're a great dad." 

"Awww. Thank you, kiddo." 

"You're welcome," she replied. 

He turned into the long driveway, and as usual, stared at the beautiful house where DeShawn grew up. Veranda and Robert were truly good people, and they were outstanding grandparents. He enjoyed the time he spent with them. 

Bethany started clapping from the back seat, as her grandparents came out of the house. They were smiling widely and waving. He stopped the SUV, and his little girl was out of the vehicle, before it even stopped. 

"Careful!" He shouted after her. 

She ran with reckless abandon at her grandparents. Robert reached her first. He scooped her up, and immediately started tickling her. Veranda was right behind him, and swatted him on the arm, as she took Bethany from his arms. 

Jon and Jessica watched from their SUV, smiles pasted on their faces. Neither one of them was an artist, but at that moment, they both wished they could paint this scene as a picture. It was as close to perfect as humans ever got. 

"How was the drive," Robert asked him, as got out of the SUV. 

Jon stretched for a moment, then shook hands with Bethany's grandfather. "Ugh. It was quite a drive. How are you, Robert?" 

"Great," he said. A huge smile graced his face. "I'm better now that you brought my grandchild to me for the summer." 

"Bethany couldn't wait to get here. Try not to spoil her too much." 

Robert gave him a level look. "No promises, young man. Grandparents are supposed to spoil their grandkids." 

They shared a quick laugh, and the older man clapped him on the shoulder. Jessica walked up as their laughter subsided, and Robert smiled at her. 

"Jessica," he said, and held out his hand. "You just seem to get prettier." 

"I heard that!" Veranda said from a few steps away. 

Robert winked at his wife. "I was just greeting our guest, honey." 

"Yeah, yeah," she said, and winked at Jessica. "He's is right though. You look great, honey." 

"Thank you." 

"C'mon inside you two," Veranda said, and motioned with her head. "I've got lunch prepared, and we can eat out by the pool." 

"Can I go swimming?" An excited Bethany almost yelled. She divided the question between her dad and grandparents, obviously playing the odds, and hoping for a positive answer. 

"Of course you can," Robert answered first. 

"Yayyy!" 

"You're swimming suit is in your suitcase, kiddo," Jessica called out. 

As quick as a blink, Bethany ran back to the SUV where John was already unloading her pink suitcase. He handed it to her, barely repressing a smile. 

"Have fun, and don't forget to stay in the shallow end." 

"Okay." 

Veranda did her best to follow in Bethany's wake. It wasn't easy, but she managed. Robert walked with Jessica and John, and he led them into the kitchen. John had been to their house before, but this was the first time for Jessica, and he noticed her eyes trailing around the beautifully decorated house. 

"I've got some burgers already prepared," he said, and retrieved a big plate from the refrigerator. "Why don't you two head outside, and I'll be along in a second." 

"Sounds good." 

"Beers and sodas are in outside kitchen. Help yourself." 

"Thank you," Jessica replied. 

They found chairs on the patio, and settled in to enjoy the afternoon. Robert and Veranda insisted on them staying the night. He sighed loudly, letting the stress of the drive bleed away. He glanced over to see his wife staring at him expectantly. 

"What's up?" 

"I'm thirsty," she said with a wink. "How about getting a lady a drink?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

As a well-trained husband, he didn't bother objecting, and quickly returned with two beers. He did however insist on a quick kiss. 

"Their house is so beautiful," she said quietly. 

"I know. Maybe one day we'll have a place like this." 

She snorted lightly. "Only if we both make General." 

John was about to respond, when Veranda and Bethany made a dramatic appearance. Well, Bethany was dramatic. Veranda was too busy smiling at her granddaughter to fit into the dramatic category. 

"Yayyy!" 

Disregarding her father's directions, Bethany dived right into the deep end of the pool. Fortunately, he'd taught her how to swim fairly well, so her life wasn't in danger. In typical nervous father fashion however, he would have preferred her to start in the shallow end. 

"DeShawn was the same way," Veranda said nostalgically. She watched Bethany for a few more seconds, and then draped a towel over a chair. "I could barely keep that boy out of the water." 

"She does love to swim," he replied neutrally. He obviously hadn't known DeShawn that well, and he treaded lightly whenever his name was mentioned. 

She joined them at the table, sipping a glass of soda. "You've done such a good job with her, John." 

Jessica squeezed his hand lightly, and gave him a wink. 

"Thank you," he said. "She's been a blessing." 

"It's so nice to have her for the entire summer." 

"She loves being here, and spending time with you and Robert." 

Veranda beamed at that comment. "Are we going to see her more often, now that you're stationed in Florida?" 

He nodded emphatically. "As much as you can stand. It's a fairly short drive between us, and you're welcome anytime you want to visit. We're also planning to wear Disney World out, so we can meet there as well." 

"Excellent!" 

"What's excellent?" Robert asked, as he emerged from the kitchen. His arms were full with a plate of burgers, and he had a ketchup bottle under one arm, and a container of mustard under the other. As he walked closer, the mustard started to slip.  

"Little help!" 

John managed to catch the mustard before it hit the patio, and he received a short round of applause for his graceful catch. 

"Nice hands!" Robert said when John set the mustard on the table. "Burgers will be burnt to a crisp in no time, folks." 

"You better not burn mine, mister." 

"Yes, momma," he replied to his wife. 

"That's better." She gave her husband a loving glance, before she turned to Jessica. "It takes a while to train them, but it's worth the effort." 

"I'm still working on mine." 

"You never finish, honey. Men are always a work in progress." 

"Ouch!" John entered the conversation. "We're taking some hits over here, Robert." 

"Bob and weave, young man. Bob and weave!" 

He got the burgers distributed on the grill, and took a seat at the table. He raised his beer. 

"A toast." 

Everyone raised their drinks. 

"To family, friends, and good times. May they come together as often as possible?" 

That was a toast everyone could get behind, and they all clinked their glasses. Bethany dived into water again, and was completely occupied by the pool. 

"Speaking of family," John said. "Is Bethany going to have any company this summer?" 

The question was innocent, with no agenda or innuendo, but he was surprised at the response it garnered. Sadness, and worry washed over Veranda's face. Robert's expression was tinged with irritation, bordering on anger. 

"I apologize," he said quickly. "I didn't mean-." 

Robert shook his head, and held up a hand. "Not your fault, John." 

"We're not sure," Veranda answered his question. "We had hoped her brothers would come up for the summer, but we haven't heard from Becca." 

"That's not true. We've heard from her, but there's so much damn drama in her life." 

"Robert!" 

"It's true. I'm not saying anything you haven't already said before." 

She put her hand on his arm. "I know, honey." 

They shared a meaningful look, and the flame in his eyes died slightly. He nodded at his wife, and offered her a small conciliatory smile. 

"Anyway," he said, turning back to John and Jessica. "We're not sure if our other grandchildren will be joining us this summer." 

"I see. Well, I hope that they do." 

Veranda's eyes were filled with hope. "So do we, but being a single mother isn't easy." 

Robert set his beer down hard, the fire reigniting in his eyes. "She's not a single mother! It's just that bum she married, won't help her out." 

Veranda sighed loudly. There were no words spoken, but the sigh communicated her emotions quite clearly. 

He stood abruptly. "I need a fresh beer. Anyone want another?" 

All of them declined, and he walked inside the house. His wife watched him go, her expression a mix of worry, and sadness. 

"I'm sorry, Veranda. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject." 

"It's not your fault," she said, and then added. "How much do you know of Becca's situation?" 

He shrugged, and glanced at Jessica before responding. "Truthfully, not much. I know she struggled after DeShawn passed away. The last few times she's been with Bethany, we've met her in San Antonio. She'd get a hotel room for two weeks, and we'd drop Bethany off so they could spend time together. We offered to let her stay with us, but she said she felt more comfortable in a hotel." 

"Life has been hard for her." Veranda's voice was soft. "We've tried to help her as well, but she's fiercely independent, and sometimes that clouds her judgment. Unfortunately, her marriage to Marcus has only made the situation worse." 

"I don't understand?" 

"After she left the military, she moved to Florida. You knew that right?" 




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"Yes," he replied. "I assumed it was to be closer to you and Robert." 

She shook her head. "I wish. She moved to be closer to Marcus." Veranda's voice grew uncharacteristically bitter as she continued. "I guess they'd grown close." 

John didn't need a roadmap to know what Veranda was implying. After his divorce from Becca was final, she had moved to San Antonio. DeShawn had an extremely serious training accident shortly thereafter. 

Whether for good or bad, DeShawn hadn't died right away. His body had been broken, almost beyond repair, but he hung on for over a year. So strong in life, it was no surprise that he battled so long and hard for his life. It was a bitter stroke of luck, but he was able to meet his sons, twin boys, before he finally succumbed to his injuries. 

John and Bethany had attended his funeral. He remembered Marcus sitting next to Becca, his arm around her shoulders. It hadn't seemed odd at the time, but obviously Marcus had continued to 'comfort' her after the funeral was over. 

What a fuckin' douchebag. 

"Once my son was out of the picture, Marcus moved right in. He married Becca about a year after DeShawn passed away." 

Robert's voice, hardened with bitterness, reached them. "We weren't even invited to the wedding. Becca said Marcus wasn't comfortable having us there." 

"Wow," John said. "She never mentioned anything to me. Like I said, she always came to San Antonio to see Bethany. She never shared any personal information, and I obviously didn't ask." 

"Yeah. She has become very good at not sharing information," Robert observed. He walked over to the BBQ grill and tended the burgers. "Sorry I had to leave. I get worked up about my grandkids." 

"It's fine, Robert." Jessica added. "We understand." 

"Eventually we found out that Marcus left the military as well. He'd gotten an offer to work with a military contractor, and the money was good. At least that's what Becca told us." 

Robert shook his head. "From where we were sitting, it seemed like he just wanted to get away from being married. He was gone more than he was at home. She tried to put a happy face on their marriage, and we got the sense she worked hard to make their marriage successful." 

"But she was married to a playboy," Veranda added. "It's not our place to judge, but I'm sure you can imagine. Their marriage struggled from the start. We get pictures of the boys pretty often, but we haven't seen her, or my grandsons, in six months." 

John's eyebrows rose in surprise. "She's only a few hours away." 

"As often as we see those boys, you'd think she lived in Alaska." 

"Grandma! Grandpa!" 

Bethany's happy voice stood in stark contrast to the mood around the table. It washed over them like a cool breeze, and everyone looked over. 

"Watch!" 

Laughing almost hysterically, she launched herself into the air. At the height of her jump, she tucked herself into a tight ball. The splash she made was large, and she was giggling when she surfaced. 

"Dad taught me the cannonball. How big was my splash?" 

"Huge!" Robert shouted back. "You almost got all of us wet!" 

She swam over to the edge, and proudly declared. "I will next time!" 

Veranda put her hand on John's arm. "That's why we appreciate the job you're doing with Bethany." 

"I wish things had gone easier for Becca." 

Robert and Veranda nodded without replying, and silence settled over the table. It was broken only by the sounds of Bethany playing in the water. Everyone watched her play, and marveled at the unique way she had of devoting herself completely to having fun. It was a talent only children had, and it existed only for a little while, before they inevitably grew out of it. 

The burgers were excellent, and they managed to coax Bethany out of the water with a burger, chips, and Big Red. It was her favorite soda, and it sealed the deal. She caught her grandparents up on her life. She announced that she thought boys were gross, and she wanted to live on the beach. She thought Justin Bieber was weird, and Taylor Swift was cool. 

Jessica insisted on helping Veranda clean up after lunch. Robert changed into his swimming suit, and got into the pool with Bethany. John sat in the shade, nursing his second beer, and enjoying his daughter playing with her grandfather. 

"John," Jessica's voice broke into his consciousness. "Come in here, please." 

It was her tone that caught his attention, and when he turned, her expression cemented everything. 

There was a problem. 

Before he even made it out of his chair, he heard raised voices. Too far away to make out what they were saying, he hurriedly pushed passed his wife. 

"I'm so sorry, Veranda. I didn't know what else to do, or where else to go." 

John rounded the kitchen, and stopped short. Becca, his ex-wife, stood in the foyer crying. Two young boys, only a few years younger than Bethany, clung to her legs. Veranda had her hand on Becca's shoulder, and was saying something that he couldn't hear. 

She wiped her eyes, and ran her hands through her hair nervously. "It's Marcus. He's been drinking again, and I don't...I just don't know. He scares me." 

"It's okay," she replied. "You're safe here, honey." 

Her voice was soothing, and she put her arms around Becca's shoulder. She started to guide her into the formal living when both women saw him standing there. Becca stopped, her mouth dropped open, and her face flushed a deep crimson. Veranda motioned with her head for John to give them some privacy. 

"Boys!" His voice was light, filled with excitement, and he motioned over his shoulder. "Guess what's going on out back?" 

The two boys looked at him in surprise, and it was obvious neither of them was going to answer. A stranger was talking to them, and their natural shyness came to the surface. 

"Swimming," he said, as dramatically as possible. "We've got burgers, chips, and we're swimming out back." He motioned for them to come over. "Y'know what else?" 

The two boys were hooked now. They shook their heads, and their eyes were glued to him. "There are more boys than girls out there, and I need some help. I'm outnumbered and outgunned! I need two more guys on my team. C'mon!" 

They might not have followed him, but Veranda caught on, and so did Becca. They convinced them to follow him out to the pool, and within a few minutes, the boys were splashing in the water. They'd met Robert before, and seen Bethany a time or two, so the familiar faces helped. 

Jessica hugged him lightly when he got a chance to rejoin her at the table. The smile on her face was filled with pride, and approval at how he'd handled that situation. 

There is one sound in the universe that is pure. Children's laughter. It's undiluted, unadulterated, and so pure it sings with happiness. 

That sound is what John enjoyed most about watching the kids. Whatever was going on with Becca could wait, because right now their children were having fun. 

Becca and Veranda finally came outside. They walked over to the table, and sat down with John and Jessica. His ex-wife still looked embarrassed, but she put on a brave face, and smiled at both of them. 

"Hi, John. Jessica. How are you?" 

"Fine, thanks," Jessica answered first. Her voice and her expression were neutral. 

He smiled at his ex-wife. "We're good, thanks for asking. How about yourself?" 

She sighed loudly, and rolled her eyes. "Been better." 

Veranda patted her hand lightly. "John, would you get her something to drink?" 

"Sure," he said. "What would you like?" 

"Soda is fine," she replied. 

When he returned with the soda, he placed it in front her. He hadn't been that close to her in years, not since before their divorce, and time had changed Becca. It had changed them both, but he got the distinct impression that her life had been filled with a tremendous amount of stress. There were wrinkles around her eyes that were unusual for someone just past thirty, and her hair looked...well it looked different. A small scar stood out at the corner of her mouth. It hadn't been there when they were married. 

If Becca noticed his attention, she didn't give any indication. She glanced up at him, nodded her thanks, and turned her attention back the table. Jessica had engaged her in conversation, and between her and Veranda, they kept Becca talking. After a few minutes, he decided the women didn't need him, so he wandered back into the house, and changed into his own swimming trunks. 

Robert high-fived him when he jumped into the pool, and within minutes he was giving the boys rides on his shoulders. They had a few competitions where Robert had one boy on his shoulders, and he had the other one, and they tried to knock each other off. It only took a few rounds, before everyone was tired. Robert, and John made their way over to the steps to rest, and the boys followed them. 

"Which one of you is Heckle? And which one is Jeckle?" 

"Those aren't our names!" 

"Well, what are they?" 

"I'm Robert," the one on the left said proudly. "Everyone calls me Robby though. I'm named after grandpa." 

"So am I," the other insisted. "My name is Matthew, but everyone calls me Matt." He pushed his brother. "I'm named after our other grandpa." 

"Okay, so Bobby and Mark, right?" 

"Nooooo! Robby and Matt." 

"Mike and Bob?" 

"Nooooooo!" Even louder, coupled with some laughter. "Robby and Matt!" 

"Okay, I think I got it now, but I'll probably get you two name tags." 

Robert winked at him. "You're good with kids." 

"Kids are easy," he replied back. "Its wives that are hard." 

"Son, truer words have never been spoken!" 

Bethany swam over, and finally joined the conversation. "Can we see a movie tonight, dad?" 

"Sure, kiddo. What did you have in mind?" 

His daughter's suggestion started a storm of excited suggestions from the three kids. The three ladies, drawn to the pool by the commotion, soon started tossing ideas back and forth. The ensuing discussion was both funny, and delicate at the same time. He wasn't sure what idea to support, and neither was Robert, so the two men exchanged a glance, and slowly extricated themselves from the verbal brawl. 

When they were clear, Robert clapped him on the shoulder. "Whew. That was close." 

"I know. For a second there, I was worried we'd have to take a side." 

"Dodged a bullet for sure." 

"I'm going to go change, hopefully that will keep me out of the line of fire for a few more minutes." 

Robert laughed, and nodded. "Good thinking. Me too." 

*** 

"Where did you disappear to, Mister?" 

John turned around, having just stepped out of the shower, and saw Jessica watching him from the doorway. A small, delicious smile was pasted on her face. 

"You ladies had everything in hand. Robert and I made a tactical retreat." 

She sauntered over to him slowly, putting one foot directly in front of the other, and moving her hips seductively. When she reached him, she pulled his towel from around his waist, and her fingers gently encircled his cock. 

"Uhhhh, what are you doing?" 

"You looked great in your suit," she said. "I could barely take my eyes off of you." 

She stood on the balls of her feet, and kissed him once, twice, and finally a third time. Jessica didn't say a word, but her eyes smoldered with lust. Her fingers ran down his chest, then his stomach, as she lowered herself to her knees, and took him in her mouth. 

"Ohhhhh," he breathed. 

What followed was an amazing blowjob. She was good at sucking cock, and she knew it. It didn't take long, before he was on the verge of cumming. She stared up at him, and obviously knew him well enough to know he was close. She gripped his hips tightly, locked her lips around his cock, and swallowed as he jetted inside her mouth. 

When he finished, she licked her lips slowly, and the smoldering look was replaced by one of happiness. He leaned up against the wall, breathing heavily, and recovering from unusually good oral sex. 

"I'm not done with you," she breathed into his ear. "You better eat some oysters or something, because I'm wearing you out tonight." 

"It's a deal," he whispered back. 

Her arms wrapped around his body. "I love you, honey." 

"I love you back." 

"When you've recovered, come out to the living room. Robert and Veranda have put some plans together." 

"Sounds good." 

It seemed everyone was waiting, when he walked out of the bedroom. All eyes were on him as he walked up. 

"Am I in trouble?" 

"Tons," Veranda said with a smirk. "Here's what we've decided. Robert and I are going to take the kids to see a movie. Of course, the boys want to see one thing, and Bethany another. I get Bethany," she said, and nudged the young lady with her hip. "Robert gets the two boys." 

The loving grandpa high-fived his two grandsons. "The boys are in the house!" 

"Yeah!" "We ROCK!" 

"Great," he said uncertainly. "What about the parents?" 

Jessica wrapped her arm around his, and smiled at him. "You and I are going to grab dinner. Just the two of us." 

"I'm going to stay here," Becca added with a shaky smile. "I've got to move the boys stuff into their rooms anyway." 

"You're sure, Becca?" Jessica asked. "You're welcome to come with us." 

"Or us," Veranda added. 

"I'm sure," she said firmly. "I could use some quiet time." 

Veranda, Robert and the kids left first. They piled into the Escalade, got buckled in, and took off. It sounded like they were all singing, as they drove off. John, and Jessica said goodbye to Becca, after asking her one more time to join them, and then left as well. 

"I'm glad we invited her," his wife said as they drove away. "But I'm also glad she declined. A private dinner, just the two of us, sounds really nice." 

"I agree." 

"She looks tired, and worn out." 

"Twins will do that to you," he replied. 

She shook her head. "It's more than the twins. I get the sense that her life has been hard since DeShawn passed away. From what Robert and Veranda said this afternoon, it sounds like this Marcus character is a real piece of work." She cocked her head at him. "Did you know him?" 

"Not really. I met him once, and we didn't exactly like each other." 

"Why?" 

He sighed. "Marcus seemed intent on separating me and Becca, so DeShawn could get more time with her." He glanced at his wife. "It worked." 

"I see." 

"Mind if we talk about something other than ancient history?" 

"The subject of your ex-wife bother you?" 

"No. I just want to focus on the woman I love, on our relationship, and our future. That's what's important to me." 

"Good answer." 

She took his hand and they rode in silence to the steakhouse. It was highly rated, and he'd made reservations before they left Biloxi. He wasn't sure if they'd get a night to themselves, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. 

He valeted his SUV, and helped Jessica out of the car. They were seated immediately, and the service was impeccable. Of course, the prices were commensurate with the quality of the restaurant, but they were well within his budget. 

I'm not worrying about money tonight. 

As the evening progressed, they savored each course, and he couldn't help but reflect on how much his life had changed. When he married Becca, he'd never considered the possibility of divorce. It wasn't an option. 

Then they had trouble conceiving. Despite all their efforts, Becca never got pregnant. A vacation to South Padre Island seemed the perfect opportunity to put a bun in her oven. Unfortunately, he came up with the mother of bad ideas. 

It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

They met DeShawn. A great guy, a good person, and he was on leave...alone. Of course his wife, the original queen of spades, was attracted to him on sight. The attraction was mutual, and John had the supremely stupid idea to offer DeShawn the opportunity to impregnate Becca. It didn't take much convincing for his black-man-loving wife, and DeShawn and Becca had spent the rest of the week fucking like rabbits. 

Worst part of all, was that he enjoyed it...too much. The idea, and erotic visuals, of DeShawn fucking his wife were overpowering. In the end, he surrendered his better judgment, and the downstream effects resulted in his wife leaving him for DeShawn. It was a painful ending for something that seemed harmless at the time. 

"Thinking heavy thoughts over there?" 

He smiled at his wife. "No. Good thoughts. Happy thoughts." 

"Really?" She leaned forward. "Do tell." 

"I was just thinking how much my life has changed...for the better." He set his knife and fork down, reached across the table, and took her hand in his. "You rescued me, Jessica. I was a broken man, when we got together, and you put me back together. I'll never be able to adequately thank you for taking a chance on me, but I'll spend the rest of my life striving to make you happy." 

Her eyes grew misty as he spoke, and she had to clear her throat before responding. "Wow. You go right on thinking those kinds of thoughts, mister." 

They laughed together, and it felt right. Everything was perfect. 

"Share a dessert?" She asked. 

"Absolutely, but you pick it." 

They decided to head back to Robert and Veranda's house, rather than go out for a drink. They didn't know the area, and they planned to get on the road as early as possible. When they turned into the neighborhood, and made it past the security guard, there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway. 

"Who?" 

Jessica unexpectedly sat upright, and grabbed his hand tightly. "John! Stop!" 

He stopped at the curb, and she pointed at the front step. "Look. Do you know that man?" 

"Where?" 

"By the window." 

He squinted, and finally saw what was pointing at...a large man was peering in through the window. Dressed in dark pants, and a white tank top, he was moving strangely. He peered into the window, then seemed to stagger away, and repeated the process at another window. 

"What the hell?" 

"Call the police, honey. Now!" 

"Are you su-." 

"Now, John. Right now!" 

His phone was in the center console. He grabbed it, and dialed three numbers. Quickly, and quietly he described the situation to the operator, and hung up the phone. As soon as he put the phone back in the center console, the shouting started. 

"Bitch! Get out here! I wanna see my kids!" 

He hadn't seen it before, but the man had a bottle in one hand. He brought it to his lips, took a long pull, and John realized that's why he was moving strangely. 

"He's drunk." 

"Obviously," Jessica whispered. "We're waiting for the cops, right?" 

"Hell, yes!" 

Unfortunately, the situation changed. The man threw the bottle at the gorgeous bay window that faced the street. The window didn't break, but a spider web of cracks immediately appeared. 

"Fuckin' Bitch. You can't take my kids! You ain't leavin' me either! Not over some nameless pussy!" 

The outside light over the door suddenly came on. 

"Oh no!" Jessica groaned. "Becca, don't!" 

The front door opened slowly. Becca stepped out onto the front porch, pulling her sweater close around her, and folding her arms in front of her. She said something to the man, and he immediately started for her. 

Fear laced through John, as he watched the man tower over his ex-wife. He swayed slightly as he stopped in front of her, and jabbed at her with his finger. She spoke quickly, putting her hands out trying to calm him down. 

It seemed to work. He grew quiet, stopped motioning wildly with his hands, and listened to her. For a brief second, John thought everything would be okay. She would talk him down, and he'd go away. 

He was wrong. 

Suddenly, the man viciously backhanded her. She twirled around, and sprawled out on the ground. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 06



"Fuck you! You're not leaving me! I'll kill you first!" 

Four words. Simple, unambiguous words. Ice water ran through his body, when they registered in his brain, and he spat a wordless oath. Jessica tried to grab his arm, to stop him, but he was beyond listening. 

Before he took time to think about it, he was sprinting across the lawn, headed directly for the drunk asshole who'd just decked his ex-wife, and threatened to kill her. It was a big yard, but he closed the distance quickly. More importantly, he ran silently through the night. The drunk assailant didn't hear him coming, and it made all the difference. 

Just before he reached him, the drunk turned around, somehow sensing the impending threat. "What the fu-?" 

John was running at a full sprint when their bodies collided. Had it been on a football field, the crowd would have been on its feet, cheering wildly at the amazing tackle. This night however, there was no crowd, no ESPN, just two guys hell bent on fighting. 

Their bodies crashed down on the slick, grassy lawn, and John rolled passed him. He sensed the man was both taller, and heavier than he was, so he wanted some distance. No...he needed some distance. Wrestling with someone bigger, and heavier than him was a losing proposition, even if the bastard was drunk. 

"Motherfucker!" 

The drunk guy came to his feet swearing. Unbalanced, he staggered slightly before squaring off with him. John was facing the lights of the house, which meant his opponent was sheathed in the shadows. He was big and black, but that's all John could tell. He circled him slowly, trying to get a better sense for the tiger he'd just grabbed by the tail. 

Holy Shit! Marcus. 

When the outside lights fell up on his face, he recognized him immediately. It wasn't the same Marcus however that he'd met several years earlier. Not the same man at all. He'd gained weight, actually had a belly now, and his face sagged from too much alcohol, and too many late nights. The special-forces operator he'd been, had long since vanished, and he'd been replaced by an abusive drunk. 

Marcus recognized him as well. 

"Well, lookie here," he sneered. "The motherfuckin' cuck! Stick around little white boy, you can watch Becca take some black cock before this night is through." 

His abrasive laugh echoed through the night. How he'd held onto the bottle was anyone's guess, but he raised it to his lips again. He took several swallows, before he wiped his mouth recklessly. 

"Your ex loves her some black cock." The chuckle that emanated from him was at least 90 proof. "I shared her with some of my friends, passed the bitch around good, and she loved it. Got her some new tats too," he nodded, and an ugly smile grew on his face like a fungus. "She's black-owned now, cuck. Nothing you can do about it. Got the tats to prove it too." He motioned vaguely in her direction. "The sooner she realizes that, the better off she'll be!" 

The drunken rant passed right over John. It wasn't that he didn't care, it just didn't matter to him anymore. Getting through this night, and making sure she was okay, were the things that mattered to him. 

Marcus didn't make that list. 

"Give it up, Marcus. Police are on the way already. Back off now, let me see to Becca, and you might only spend a few nights in jail." 

"Not gonna happen, cracker!" His voice had transitioned to a low growl. The two men continued to circle each other slowly. "She's mine. Bitch ain't leavin' me. She ain't takin' those boys away from me. DeShawn would want us to be together." 

"What would DeShawn have done, if he'd seen you hit Becca? Think about it, dumbass! Do you honestly think he'd want you around his kids, if you can't treat his wife respectfully?" 

"Fuck you!" He stabbed his finger at him. "You don't shit about my boy! He was my best friend, my brother, and you don't know shit about him." 

His voice broke, and just for a second he dropped his anger. Deep emotional pail wracked his whole body, and his eyes misted up. 

"You just...you know understand what it was like after he...You just don't fuckin' get it! I was there! In the air with him. I saw it all, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it!" 

"You're right." He held his hands up slowly. "Marcus, you're right. I didn't know DeShawn that well, but I know he loved Becca. I know he wouldn't want to see you hit her." He paused, and saw that his words were having an effect. "I also know he wouldn't want to see you drunk like this, Marcus." 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stir on the grass. She rolled onto her side, and sat up, holding her face. "John?" 

For some reason he couldn't identify, her voice set Marcus off again. He'd been calm until she said his name, but he shouted with rage as soon as it was out of her mouth. 

"Bitch! The first name out of your mouth is this motherfuckers? You better not be screwin' around on me!" 

He threw his bottle down, started to towards her with his hands clenching into fists, and John stepped in front of him. The two men stared at each other for a long second. A sneer grew on Marcus' face. 

"Watcha gonna do?" He motioned him forward. "You feelin' froggy, cuck...then why don't you leap! Once I fuck you up, I'll have my way with your ex. Don't worry, I gotta little coke with me. It'll be a nice little party, and the little white snowbunny will love it...as usual." 

"Last chance, Marcus. Leave!" 

Another sneer, larger this time, crossed his face and he started forward. 

Any other time, any other place, and he'd take a beating. There was no question in his mind, Marcus was better trained, and had the experience to wipe the floor with him. While he'd been taking Judo for several months, there was no comparison between them. 

Tonight was different. Drunk, unbalanced, and filled with rage, he wasn't a threat. 

The wide, looping punch Marcus threw, seemed to take forever, and he ducked beneath it easily. As soon as it passed, John let his own punch fly, and it connected solidly with his chin. A solid right hook, it spun him around slightly, but didn't put him down. He staggered back a few steps, cursed heatedly, and then came back for more. 

"Little cuck's got himself a stinger." 

Marcus was drunk, not stupid, and he approached more carefully. His steps were light, careful, and he maintained his balance, as he stalked forward. That wasn't a good thing for John. He needed him off-balance, and angry. 

"Marcus." His voice was low, but it carried clearly to the drunk facing him. "You're not half the man DeShawn was. You're a pale imitation, and that's why Becca's leaving you." 

Whatever control he'd summoned melted away as John's words permeated his drunk brain. He gave a wordless, guttural shout, and charged. 

John let him come. 

At the last second, he ducked inside his guard, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and rolled back onto the grass...pulling the drunk down with him. As they fell towards the ground, John's right foot came up, in a long-practiced move, and settled firmly in Marcus' stomach. 

Momentum and training did the rest. 

He thrust upward forcefully, and Marcus flew through the air, flipping over and landing hard on the ground. He continued his roll, and came to his feet. He stepped closer to Marcus, just in time to see him draw a ragged breath, and vomit all over himself. 

It was over. 

He coughed and hacked on the ground, trying to catch his breath. His anger, and rage had disappeared. A low groan, followed quickly by dry heaves, curled his body into a fetal position. His shoulders shook, and John heard him crying softly. 

All that was left was a broken man. 

He stepped over to check on Becca, and found her openly crying as well. The entire left side of her face was red and swollen, and she'd have a nice shiner tomorrow. She wouldn't meet his eyes, and refused to answer his questions. As he knelt down beside her, sirens sounded in the distance. Flashing lights soon followed, and within seconds police were on the scene. 

Jessica met them at the curb, and helped explain what transpired. As a result, John didn't end up in steel bracelets, but Marcus wasn't so lucky. He was transferred to the back of a police car, while the paramedics examined Becca. 

The police questioned him several times, but the story was the same, and Jessica was the perfect witness, so they let him go. The last officer indicated that charges were unlikely to be filed, unless new information surfaced. John left him his contact information. 

Just when things were wrapping up, Veranda and Robert drove up with the kids. Marcus had already left in another cruiser, and John and Jessica explained everything to the concerned grandparents. 

Becca left in an ambulance, without speaking to anyone. She was going to be kept at the hospital overnight for observation. 

All of them trudged inside the house, as the last police cruiser departed the scene. Jessica and Veranda took over with the kids, reassuring them, and getting them into bed. They were mostly concerned about Becca, but once they understood they'd see her tomorrow, everything was okay. 

Robert put his arm around John, and guided him into his study. He sank into an easy chair with a heavy sigh, and felt the tension slowly bleed from his body. 

"Drink?" 

"Yes! Definitely." 

"How's bourbon strike you?" 

"Perfect!" 

A minute later, he pressed a crystal tumbler, filled with amber liquid and ice, into his hand. He sipped it slowly, letting the burn of the whiskey chase the last remnants of tension from his body. Robert sat on the edge of the couch nearby, and studied him closely. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine," he replied. "I didn't get hit, just rolled on the ground a little." 

Robert's head dropped, and he swirled his whiskey for a moment. "I don't understand what happened to Marcus. He was a good man, and by all accounts a damn good operator. DeShawn told me several times, how he saved his life a few times." 

"Death is hard to deal with. Harder for some than for others," he replied. "Marcus said he saw DeShawn fall." 

"He did. They were on the same parachute jump." 

"I have a hard time placing blame, Robert. If I'd seen my best friend, or my wife, or Bethany, hurt like that, I can't say I'd handle it any better." 

"Yeah." 

The two men sat in silence, not sure what else to say, and enjoyed the whiskey. When he finished his glass, he said good night. Jessica was waiting for him when he reached their bedroom. She didn't ask any questions, which he appreciated, she simply wrapped her arms around him tightly. 

"I was so worried about you." 

"I'm fine," he assured her. "It's over." 

"Becca?" 

"No idea. I mean she's fine physically, but mentally, who knows." 

Jessica stared at him for a long moment, before she nodded and her face fell to his chest. 

He pulled on her chin, until their eyes met. "Whatever her future holds, it's up to her to find it. Aside from Bethany, I'm not going to get involved in her life." 

"Promise?" 

"I promise. I love you, only you, and I'm never letting you go." 

"Take me to bed...please." 

*** 

Robert and John entered the hospital room first. Visiting hours had just started, so the hospital was still pretty quiet. Becca was up, finishing her breakfast, and she paused when she saw them, her fork hanging between her plate and her mouth. Just as he suspected, she had a big, beautiful black eye. Her eye was almost completely shut. 

"How are the kids?" 

It was a good first question. 

"They're fine," Robert assured her. "They want to come see you, but Veranda and Jessica are holding them, until we say its okay. 

"Thank you." 

"You're welcome," he replied, and John simply nodded. 

The nurse came in and took the tray of food. When she left, they silence filled the room. No one was sure what to say. 

"How long has it been this way, with Marcus I mean?" Robert finally asked. 

She sighed, and adjusted herself on the bed. "It seemed he was always drinking, always looking for a party. It got worse, after DeShawn died. I insisted he stop when he proposed to me, and he did for a while, but it never seemed to last. That's one of the reasons he left the military. It was only a matter of time, before he showed up for duty drunk. When the contractor called, and offered him so much money, he took their offer." 

Her voice caught, she sniffed loudly, and wiped her eyes. Robert stepped forward, and took her hand. "Its okay, Becca." 

"When he joined the private contracting company," she continued, after smiling at him. "He was gone for long periods of time, and when he came back we tried to reconnect. Of course for Marcus, that meant drinking, and partying." She shrugged. "Things spun out of control, and then he started hitting me, accusing me of cheating on him." 

Anger filled Robert's face, and John felt the same emotion coursing through him. Like most battered spouses however, she tried to limit the damage. 

"Marcus is hurting inside. That's why he acts so badly. He's just hurting." 

"Right." John said shortly. 

Her eyes fixed on him, and narrowed in anger. "You don't know anything about him, John! Or what he's gone through. I appreciate what you did last night, but don't think you can judge him...or me." 

"Maybe not, but I'm looking at the results of his behavior, Becca. Put whatever candy coating around it you want, he's still abusive towards you. How long will it be before he's abusive to your boys? To DeShawn's boys?" 

Her hands covered her face, and the soft sound of crying filled the room. Robert flashed him a 'what the hell' look, and John held up his hands. Bitterness, and hopelessness dripped from Becca as she cried. Her father put his arms around her shoulders, and soothed her. 

"It's going to be okay, Becca. You have options, and there is a path through this, if you're strong enough." 

Slowly, she regained control of herself. A deep, calming breath echoed from her, and she squared her shoulders. "I'll do anything to keep my boys safe," she said, and then motioned at John. "And Bethany." 

"Good." 

"The kids would like to see you," John said, trying to make amends. "I'll get them if you want." 

"Sure. I want to see them as well." 

He nodded, and stepped outside the room. The boys and Bethany were slightly worried, given the hospital around them, but he told she was fine. He explained that Becca bumped her head last night, and that's why she's got a black eye today. 

They bought it. No reason for them not too, and they were too young for the truth. 

*** 

John and Jessica found a bench outside the hospital. It was a nice morning, so they sat quietly, and enjoyed it. There was no place for either of them in that room, and his presence would only further enhance his ex-wife's embarrassment. 

"She made a bad choice," Jessica said. She squeezed his hand lightly. "She should have stayed with you." 

"Maybe," replied, and then shook his head. "No. She fell in love with DeShawn. They deserved a chance at happiness. It's just unfortunate that he was taken from her so quickly. I think they would have been happy together." 

"Marcus?" 

"Honey, I can't blame her for that decision. When the storm clouds of grief gather, I guess sometimes you snatch at any safe port in the storm." 

"You're too kind." 

"Nahh," he said with a wry smile. "I just have a hard time holding a grudge." 

She kissed him lightly on his cheek, and stared at him for a moment. 

"What?" 

A naughty smile, the one he loved so much, crossed her face from ear to ear, and she leaned over to whisper in his ear. 

"You want to watch me with a black man, baby?" 

His mouth dropped open, and the blood drained from his face until he was even whiter than usual. It took several swallows to gather enough liquid in his mouth, so he could respond. 

"No!" He shook his head emphatically. "Hell, no. A thousand times, no." 

"Good." Her expression turned serious, and she pinched him. "Because it will never fucking happen. The only man I'll ever be intimate with is you, so let that sink in good and deep." 

"Yes ma'am." 

"There is hope for you yet," she kissed him again. Instead of pulling away however, she left her lips next to his ear. "I'll never be with another man...ever. Another woman however, well...we can talk about that if you want." 

Their eyes met, and he saw that she was serious. She'd mentioned it in a playful manner, but he knew her well enough to know she was being serious underneath. 

"I love you," he breathed. 

She rolled her eyes. "Men!" 

As John and Jessica drove away, an ensemble cast waved them good bye. Veranda waved to them, standing alongside Becca and her boys. Bethany smiled and waved as well, standing next to her grandfather. They'd come back to pick her up in a few months. 

Robert and Veranda insisted on Becca moving in with them, and she agreed. Robert offered her a job with his company, with benefits and everything, so there was no reason to go back to her home. Veranda convinced her to seek the advice of an attorney, which they would pay for, and for her to seriously consider divorce proceedings against Marcus. 

Speaking of Marcus. 

He sat in jail for several days, before he was finally released. No one pressed charges, but Robert had a heart to heart with him. He agreed not to contest a divorce, if that's what Becca chose. 

Alcoholics Anonymous was also in his future. 

It wasn't a storybook ending, because those don't exist in the real world. It was close enough however, for everyone to consider it a happy ending. 

In the end, that's all any of us can hope for. 

***** 

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this last chapter in John and Becca's life. Their story does end here. 

If you liked the story, check out my author page on Literotica. That's where you'll find updates on upcoming stories. 

Thanks again and take care. 

JC



Friends with Benefits Ch. 06



I closed my eyes ignoring the small crowd that had now gathered around the car. Slowly, leisurely I glided the handle of the duster in and out of my gushing gash enjoying the gratification of the penetration. I pressed my palm against my clit while trying to hold my panties out of the way. 

"Aah! That's amazing!" I exclaimed with bated breath.

As my body took pleasure from masturbation,I heard Bill shout then he opened the car door. I felt the car shift as his weight hit the driver's seat followed by the angry slam of his door. 

"Stella, what's gotten into you?" he hissed releasing his anger.

"The...feather...duster," I huffed too far gone to care.

Bill laughed which relieved his irritation. He kissed me as I manipulated the feather duster in and out of my cunt with an increased tempo. He could tell by my frantic actions and guttural groans that I was close to orgasm. He took each of my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and slowly increased the pressure on them until he pinched them like they were in a vice. 

The pain plunged me over the abyss into pleasure. I blinked as rockets trailing red and white light exploded in my mind's eye. It seemed as if my entire pelvis contracted around the hard plastic handle of the feather duster. I screamed with blissful release, "Aya! Ayo!"

The crowd of onlookers clapped their approval of my performance. I turned red-faced as Bill started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We continued our journey to Vic's. 

He asked me without betraying any emotion, "What was that about?"

I shrugged, "I don't know...I was so horny...I don't know. I needed relief."

"And, the crowd?"

Embarrassed to look directly at Bill, I watched the passing traffic out the passenger side window. I tried to explain the motivation of my public masturbation. "I don't know there was this one guy. He was gawking at my maid's get-up and walked right into a parked car. It... I don't know...made me feel sexy... that I could have that effect on him. Then one thing led to another... by the time I noticed the crowd... I didn't care. Are you mad at me? Do you want to just go home?"

Bill patted my knee and lovingly squeezed my thigh, "I'm not angry and I'm not taking you home. I was just surprised that's all. I wasn't expecting a crowd around the car. I've pushed you to be more be more slutty, so how can I be upset with you when you act like a slut?"

I took Bill's hand in my hand and held it like lovers do. "Why do you like me to be slutty?" 

"Stella, I love you. You are such a sexual person. You look the most beautiful when you cum."

"Why do you want to share me with Vic and the others?"

"The reason I share you with Vic is simple. He's our friend and he needs a woman since Jane died. Because he's a friend you have an emotional bond with him so its more than just sex with him. But, with the my work colleagues its purely sex and I know you enjoy both arrangements."

I looked over at my husband and tried to read his face, "And you? What do you get out of both arrangements?"

He looked over at me, his forehead crinkled, "I'm not sure I can explain it. I'm gratified by the fact that you are getting pleasured. I get a rush from the attention you draw and knowing that I created it."

"What?"

Bill sighed, "Okay, you said some guy noticed you in the parking lot and one thing led to another. That's thrilling to me. Those men around the car wanted to be with you and the women wanted to be you. I created that moment. I got you dressed up and sexed up to the point where you unashamedly masturbated in public. I feel so powerful because you are my sexual creation."

"You make it sound like you are Dr. Frankenstein and I'm the Monster."

Bill laughed and then in a more serious tone, "Stella, you're no monster. Let me ask this, would you have bought all that sexy lingerie to have sex with Victor on your own?"

"No of course not. I have never been unfaithful to you."

Bill nodded then continued, "Would you have pulled a train with my buddies on your own?"

"Goodness, no."

"See I arranged all that. I created those situations. Now, did you enjoy having sex with Victor?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"And the gangbang?"

"Yes. I had never dreamed I could have so many orgasms or that they could be so intense."

"So you see Stella, I created a slut. The exhilaration I feel from creating and controlling the sexual situation is mind numbing. Quite simply it's a power trip. I can't explain it any better."

After we pulled into Vic's driveway and parked I insisted that Bill get the door opened so I could swoop in without making another spectacle of myself. It took him a couple of minutes to find the hidden house key. Vic had told us the hiding place a while back. 

Once he had the door opened I hustled through it carrying the containers with evening meal in them and headed to the kitchen. I began heating up the main course in the microwave. While the meal was being nuked I searched the drawers for a tablecloth and place settings. I found what I needed and set them aside. I shucked the oysters and arranged them on the half shell while Bill made a couple of his famous martinis. 

"There you go, my Dear, shaken not stirred," joked my husband, trying to do an impression of Sean Connery.

The microwave buzzer went off. I shook my head and handed him the tablecloth pushing him towards the kitchen table, "Set the table, Double-O-Seven."

The tablecloth popped as Bill snapped it open. It billowed down to cover the table. Soon he had everything set for two people to dine including candles and a single rose in a vase as the centerpiece.

He paused and admired his handiwork. Then he studied my appearnce and adjusted the head piece on my head. He stepped back and again admired me, his other handiwork, "I better take off. Let me have your panties."

"What?"

"I want your panties."

"Are you going to pass them around to the guys again?" I asked as I hiked my skirt up, hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slide my G-string off. 

Bill smiled brought the panties to his face and inhaled deeply, "You know the boys will love these, you're very excited. I think I might have the guys throw darts for them at the sports bar, winner gets to fuck you first the next time we get together."

He pulled me into an embrace his hand squeezed my bare butt and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me, hard, penetrating my mouth with his tongue. It took my breath away. Before I could catch it, Bill sucked a nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it and pulled it between his teeth.

His hand moved lower on my buttocks and disappeared between my cheeks forcing me to open my stance. He snaked his finger in and out of my snatch. All the while, he scrutinized my face, watching my eyes turn glassy with lust. He grinned wickedly at my grunted protest when he jammed his thumb into my butthole. He cocked an eyebrow as I clutched his collar and groaned when he brought his finger and thumb together inside of me. 

Satisfied I was on the brink of climax he pulled away from me, "Vic will be here soon."

I whined frustrated at the sudden emptiness. It took a moment but I composed myself and whispered "I love you, Bill."

"Stella, I love you too. Enjoy yourself. I'll be back at ten."

Bill hadn't been gone five minutes when I heard Victor's car pull into the driveway. I hurried into the living room with my feather duster in hand. When I heard his key rattle in the lock I pointed my backside at the front door and bent over dusting the leg of an end table. My pussy and ass were on full display to Vic as he opened the door.

"What the....who are...."

I stood upright and turned around and smiled broadly, "Good evening, Victor, how was your day?"

"Stella? What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?"

Still smiling I strutted towards Vic swinging my hips in the most seductive way. "Oh, this...I needed something to wear when I serve you supper or would you prefer I was naked?"

Victor stood dumbfounded and silent as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. After closing the door I took his briefcase and led him into his home. "Sit down and relax, Vic," 

I pushed him into an overstuffed chair, "Supper's almost ready. I'll get you a cocktail."

Glancing over my shoulder I smiled at Vic as he watched the swaying of my ass beneath the skirt of my maid outfit. I put the plate of oysters on a tray next to the stemmed martini glasses, an olive floated freely in each on toothpicks.

"What's going on Stella?" asked Vic. His eyes gazed at my exposed nipples as I approached him. He licked his lips as if they were being offered to him on a tray.

My nipples were hard and hinted an invitation, asking for his attention. I bent over him as I placed the tray on the end table. I kissed his cheek and said with a sultry murmur, "Bill and I thought you could use a home cooked meal."

"Is Bill here?' Vic sipped his cocktail. "This is his martini recipe."

I smiled down at Victor and stroked his face. The bristles of his five o'clock shadow snagged the lace of my glove. "Bill made those before he left. He's having supper with work colleagues and then watching the game with them. We have until ten."

"Stella, I don't understand you and Bill, especially, Bill. How can he share his wife with me? How can you allow yourself to be shared?"

"You're our friend Victor. Just consider yourself a friend with benefits." I picked up an oyster shell and handed it to Vic, "Eat these oysters. You're going to need them."

I dropped to my knees and parted his. I scooted between them and undid his belt buckle before opening his trousers. I fished his hard cock out of his boxers. I studied it for a moment then peaked up at Vic pleased with the look of longing he was giving me.

"This looks like it belongs on a Shetland pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after riding on this monster."

He chuckled, "Glad you like it."

"I love it. Especially, when it is so nice and hard." I sucked the helmet of his cock into my warm wet mouth. 

Victor's cock was so big it was like sucking on the end of a Louisville Slugger. His sudden intake of breath and the pre-cum drooling from his cock reinforced my notion that Vic was enjoying the ministrations of my mouth. 

He moaned as I spit his cock out and licked the underside of his shaft. His cocked bobbed in my hand and I could feel the blood pounding throughout it. He squeezed my breast and lightly pinched its nipple eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. He pleaded, "Your teasing me to death, Stella. Just suck it, please, suck my cock."

Smiling I drew the long hard shaft back into my mouth. I couldn't accommodate it all so I stroked the shank that remained between my lips and his balls. I teased Vic by darting my tongue into his piss slit he groaned and squirmed in his seat. Soon I was sucking and stroking Victor's monster member for all I was worth. 

His cock began to twitch and swelled even more before his testicles contracted and spewed forth his cum. Vic's shout of ecstasy reverberated throughout the room, "Cumming, Stella, cumming."

My mouth filled with Vic's cum. I swallowed as fast and as much as I could but a bit leaked from the corner of my mouth. I twirled my tongue around his bloated cock headed cleaning cum from it. I released Vic's cock from my mouth as he relaxed in the chair fully spent. I took my finger and pushed the remnants of Vic's cum into my mouth.

Noticing that a dap of cum had splattered onto my breast I wiped it up with my forefinger and stuck it my mouth sucking it clean. I smiled at Vic's astonished gaze and whispered huskily, "Finger-licking good."

I pushed off Victor's knees and stood up. I looked down at him and smiled, "Finish the other martini while I dish up supper."

Victor joined me in the kitchen in just a few minutes. He brought the tray with the empty glasses and the bare half shells. He placed the glasses in the sink before dumping the shells into the trash. "Need any help?"

"Light the candles and then sit down, it's ready."

I sat down a plate with chicken and asparagus in front Victor then sat down with my own plate. I cleansed my palate with a sip of white wine before forking a bite of chicken into my mouth. We ate silently for a while just looking at each other and enjoying the company of the other.

"This is really good, Stella," said Vic his mouth half-full. "I never did learn to cook, if it weren't for the microwave I'd starve. I usually pick-up some take-out. I hate eating by myself in a restaurant."

I smiled, "If you think the food is good wait until you see what's for dessert." 

Vic grinned ear to ear. He raised his wine glass in a toast, "To good food and good friends."

After we finished eating I cleared the table of dirty dishes. I took a jar of honey from the cabinet and unscrewed the lid. I unsnapped my skirt and let drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it and picked up the jar of honey.

Vic had scooted back from the table and was watching me intently. He ooohed when my skirt hit the floor exposing my bare bottom. "Stella, you are so sexy."

I turned toward the table and watched his eyes traverse down my body from my tits to my twat. I giggled feeling the wanting in him reaching out to me. I swung my butt up on the tablecloth covered table. I spread my legs wide splaying my snatch open for Vic. I poured honey from the jar onto my pussy.

"Dessert is served."

Victor needed no further instruction. He lapped at my honey covered cunt like a hungry cat laps milk from a saucer. He noisily sucked the honey from my bald labia then dragging his tongue through it. He teased my clit from its hiding place. He fingered my cunt mixing my nectar with the honey. He moaned with his mouth full of my pussy.

Intrigued with Vic's oral aptitude I watched his tongue dart skillfully around my snatch. I ran my fingers through his hair all the while watching him munch on my muff. My groans of gratification let Vic know he was doing it right. I lightly bit my lip as his tongue continued to torment my clit. I grasped the edge of the table to keep from hopping off of it. I was literally ready to levitate.

Vic stuck his fingers into the honey jar dripping it across the tablecloth as he daubed it on my butthole. His tongue assaulted my anus darting it in and out and swirling it around as I hissed and hooted. Satisfied that I was on the verge of orgasm he trailed his tongue through my labia lightly bit my clit and shoved his honey covered fingers up my ass.

White light exploded before my eyes as my climax ripped through my body. The table quivered beneath me as my body quaked on top of it. With dizzy delight I cried, "Yeesh, Yessh."

I lay back on the table and caught my breath. I heard Vic's chair scrape the floor as he stood up. I opened my eyes and watched as he hurriedly stripped, throwing his clothes into a pile next to the refrigerator. I urged him on, "Hurry, Vic, hurry. I want your cock, Baby. I need your cock."

Vic stepped between my still spread legs grasped his stiff staff and slid it up down between my puffing pouting pussy lips. He bent and kissed me fully on the mouth it tasted of honey and my own pussy nectar. He squeezed my breast, broke our kiss and sucked my stone hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked and squeezed until I hissed and hit the table with my fist. He stood back up and watched my eyes as he slid his cock into my cunt clear to the hilt.

I gasped at Vic's penetration, "Umm...feels so good... love your big... donkey dick."

His cock filled my cunt completely. It was so big I could feel the blood pulsing through it causing it to bob inside me. He grabbed my hips like they were handles and began to nail my pussy to the table. He propelled his cock in and out me with rapid rocket-like thrusts. Wet flesh on flesh smacks played in rhythm to the cricking table creating a crescendo of copulation.

"Love your...pussy....Stella...love you."

I stopped diddling my clit, "What?"

Vic continued to thump my twat but managed to pant, "I...love...you."

I couldn't completely process what Vic had said as he continued to pulverize my pussy to a pleasurable pulp. My fingers frantically flayed my clit sending me over the precipice of pleasure. I felt my flesh flush red with heated hopefulness. My blissful moans transformed into a full-fledged scream of orgasmic release, "Aaah, aaah, aaah."

My cunt constricted around Vic's copious cock as he buried it into me balls deep. I reached for his ass and pulled him into me even deeper. I felt the delightful dance of his dick as it discharged jets of jizz deep into me. 

I cried, "Fill my pussy, fill my pussy."

Vic threw his head back and bellowed, "Bah-hoo!"

Spent he lay across me resting on his elbows to avoid crushing me. He kissed my neck and warmly whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I caressed his back. After his cock soften it slipped out of me leaving a wet trail of cum and honey on the tablecloth. He helped me up and off the table. 

"I need a shower, Lover."

Victor led the way to the bathroom and started the shower. Steam soon danced a salsa to the tune of the swooshing water. Vic unhooked my corset while I unsnapped the garter straps from my fishnet stockings. He pulled off my stilettos followed by my stocking as I leaned back against the sink. He unsnapped the lace collar around my neck and I pulled the lace gloves off. Vic pushed the shower curtain aside and I stepped beneath the gushing geyser of water.

I took the bar of soap and worked up a handful of lather before handing it to Vic. I washed his cock and balls which were coated with cum and honey. The hot water was relaxed me and added to my contentment as Vic affectionately washed me. The scent of honey and jasmine bath soap produced an aphrodisiac aroma in the steamy air of the shower. I smiled, Vic's cock was so hard it held up the wet washrag I placed on it.

He laughed pleased at my playfulness, "Stella, look what you do to me."

"Vic, I swear that cock of yours is hard enough to cut glass," I tugged his torrid cock in my soapy hand, "If it wouldn't cut glass its big enough to bust right through it."

He laughed with me rinsing my susceptible sudsy skin under the showerhead. His smile faded and he looked with yearning deep into my eyes, "Stella, I know I shouldn't but I love you. I love you."

I returned Vic's gaze and stroked his face, "I know Vic. I love you too but I can't love you the way you want me too. I'm Bill's wife."

He nodded and choked, "Damn it, Stella. I know you're my best friend's wife and I feel guilty about how much I enjoy sex with you."

I stood on my tip toes and kissed Vic. My tongue darted quickly in and out his mouth then said, "Victor, you're Bill's best friend. Both he and I want you to be a friend with benefits. There's no need to feel guilty about fucking me. In fact I want you to fuck me again, right now." 

Reaching above my head I grabbed the shower nozzle while Victor lifted me up by my buttocks, a cheek in each hand. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist as Vic impaled me on his erect steel shaft. Between the soap and my own wetness I slid all the way down his shaft. My puffy pussy lips were tickled by his wirey pubic hair.

Victor hammered his hard cock in and out of my pussy rapping my G-spot with pleasurable precision. His eyes glazed with lust as he huffed, "Your pussy feels so good, so hot, so wet. I love you Stella. I love you."

I ignored Vic's amorous assertions and basked in the enjoyable exploits of his cock in my cunt. I stammered, "Fuck me. Pound my pussy. Fuck me."

Encouraged by my expression of licentious lust Vic picked up the pace. Again and again his cock machine-gunned my cunt with rapid-fire repetition. He grunted and I growled as we both surrendered to our primal passion. With one last lunge his cock tagged my cervix and blew like a whale breeching in a bay. He rolled his eyes and swayed as his balls contracted and shot spurt after spurt of cum into my warm wet womb. 




Friends with Benefits Ch. 06



He huffed, "Cum...good...cum."

Feeling his cum coating the inside of my cunt sent me over the crevice. I shut my eyes tight as the orgasmic coursed through my body from my quivering quim to my buffeted brain. Explosions of white light ripped the black behind my eyes. I simply wailed my wanton wonderment, "Woohoo!"

After our shower we patted each other dry. I took one of Vic's white T-shirts and slipped it over my head. "Mind if I borrow this?"

"Help yourself."

The shirt fit like a mini-dress. I stuffed my corset and stockings and the rest of the maid's outfit into a plastic sack. I sat on the edge of the bed and strapped my stilettos back on. The bed creaked as Vic sat down heavily next to me wrapped in a robe. 

I resisted Vic's attempt to get me to lay back. "Please, Victor, no. Bill will be here shortly. I still need to clean the kitchen up."

Vic sighed and said, "I'll clean the kitchen. Don't worry about it. Besides I need to figure all this out."

I stroked Victor's cheek and looked into his eyes, "Victor, we've been friends for a long time. You're my lover. Isn't it better that Bill not only knows about us but approves? Doesn't that beat sneaking around behind his back?"

"So what are you saying, its not cheating if your husband knows about it?"

I smiled, "Something like that."

Outside, I heard Bill's car horn honk. I kissed Victor quickly on the mouth and whispered before I retreated out of the door. "Good night, Lover."

My stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as I hurried to the waiting car. I hopped in, slammed the door and kissed Bill on the cheek.

He patted my knee put the car in gear and drove away. He opined sarcastically, "Nice outfit. Have a good time?"

I pulled on the T-shirt, "What, this? Would you rather I ran to the car naked?"

Bill retorted, "So the outfit I dressed you in gets put in a trash bag?"

"Victor fucks me silly and you don't mind but I cover my ass with his T-shirt and you're upset?"

I clung to the door pouting while Bill remained silent. Oncoming headlights caught his face and it seemed to have lost its fury. It wasn't supposed to be this way. My fears were coming to fruition, Bill was getting jealous and Vic was falling in love with me and I was caught in the middle.

"I love you Bill. I won't see Victor again."

Bill reached across the seat and pulled me to him, "I'm sorry Stella. I know you love me and I love you. I just expected you to be in the maid's outfit when you came out. You looked so hot when you're disheveled from getting fucked."

I looked in Bill's lap he was hard just thinking about me in the risqué outfit. I squeezed his cock through his breeches and offered, "I'll put it on when we get home and you can fuck me in it."

Bill chuckled his arm still around me cuddled me into an embrace. "No, that should be something that was just between you and Vic. Probably better that way. Sorry, I didn't expect to be emotional about it. And, I do think you'll want to see Vic again."

I unzipped Bill's trousers and fished out his cock. I licked my palm wetting it before clutching his cock. I smiled as Bill moaned. I began to slowly stroke his hard shaft. Bill's cock wasn't as big as Victor's but it was just as hard.

"Does that feel good, Baby?" I cooed. 

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe it would be better if I didn't see Victor. He's falling in love with me."

"He said that?" Bill hissed steering out of the on-coming lane.

"Yeah." I grinned it was a funny conversation to have with your husband while you were jacking him off.

"How do you feel about Victor?"

I stopped stroking Bill's cock and contemplated my answer. "There's always been an emotional component with Victor. I said that from the start. Do I love Victor? Yes. Do I love him any more than I did before I had sex with him? Probably. But I also love you more since you've shared me."

Bill glanced at me and I began stroking his cock again. "Love me more?"

"Yeah, I love you more. You've awoken the inner slut in me. To be honest I think I enjoy fucking the guys more than sex with Victor."

"Why's that?"

"They don't have any expectations from me except sex but Victor does. He wants me to love him in a way that I can't. He doesn't understand the concept of friends with benefits."

"I see." Bill slowed the car in front of our house and pushed the garage door opener. He pulled into the garage and hit the button to close the overhead door.

While it rattled down I lowered my face into Bill's lap and kissed the head of his cock. I tasted his pre-cum drooling from the tip. I snaked my tongue tip into his piss slit and he jumped in his seat. I giggled then swallowed his entire length.

"Ahhhh. Stella that feels so good."

I squeezed Bill's bloated balls and bobbed on his cock with reckless abandonment. I wanted my husband. I wanted him now. I spit out his cock opened my car door and jumped out. I practically sprinted to the front of the car.

He met me between the headlights of the car and pulled me into hot embrace. He was panting when he kissed me penetrating my mouth with his tongue, reasserting his dominance. He broke our kiss and held me at arm's length for just a moment. Then he grabbed my T-shirt at the collar and ripped it open exposing my breasts through the tattered material. He pulled me back and hungrily almost angrily sucked hard on my nipple.

It took my breath away and I hissed my pleasure. I tugged on Bill's cock smearing more pre-cum around its ballooned head as he alternated between my breasts, sucking on one and then the other. When he could take no more he spun me towards the car. I raised the hem of my torn T-shirt above my waist and bent at the waist. I seized a butt cheek in each hand and spread my ass cheeks open revealing my pretty pink pucker.

Bill grabbed the back of my head and pushed me over until my tits were crushed into the still warm hood of the car. Looking back at him out of the corner of my eye I saw him sneer then spit into my butthole. He took his bobbing, throbbing cock and savagely shoved it up my ass in a single thrust.

I screamed at the painful violation and released my buttocks to hammer the hood of the car with my fists. "Slow...Bill...Slow."

Bill ignored my pleas and power-drove his pecker again and again into my ass with energetic intensity. Using his cock to stab my ass for emphasis he huffed, "You're my slut, Stella. Say it."

I popped my fist into the hood and tearfully whimpered, "I'm your slut, Bill, your slut."

My surrender only fueled Bill's lust and he picked up the pace of his anal assault. Gradually the pain began to evolve into pleasure as his cock found the range of my G-spot and gleefully tapped it through the walls of my innards. I glanced up at Bill, he was wide-eyed with desire and drove his cock into me with unruly recklessness.

"Harder... Bill....Fuck my ass....harder." I begged.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled up forcing me to arch my back. He rammed the rest of his cock into me and blasted his seed deep inside me. His cock throbbed as it shot wad after wad of cum and I could feel it pulsate throughout my posterior. He pushed harder driving his cock against my G-spot. 

I screamed as ejaculate spewed from my snatch and splattered on the concrete floor and ricocheted onto my ankles. With bent up climatic release I slammed my fist into the hood of the car. The blow left a dent. Red light turned to white then faded to black. After a moment I was back in the land of the living. I was still bent over the hood of the car with my head laying on my out-stretched arms.

Bill brushed my long black hair out of my face, "Stella, Stella, are you alright?"

I blinked trying to focus. An ear-to-ear grin broke out on my face. "I'm alright Bill. Just let me catch my breath."

"I'm sorry Stella. I know I hurt you. Please forgive me."

Slowly I rose up off the hood and Bill helped to steady me. I looked into his eyes and brushed his cheek, "I love you Bill. That was so intense. The pleasure wouldn't have come without the pain. It didn't last. You are a real cocksman. I love you."

Bill hugged me tight and I could feel the warmth of his enduring love. He held me upright and we shuffled into the house. "I love you, Stella with all my heart."

I suddenly remembered and asked Bill, "Who won my panties?"