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Friend with Benefits Ch. 1

By: LadyDarcy



He was young, less than half my age. He had been in the same high school as my son; on the same football team. He was good looking; a big young man. I tutored and saw him rather regularly in the library. He only occasionally said hello, but always smiled and acknowledged me. Lots of the kids did, but he had a look in his eyes. He was intelligent, not just book smart. The intelligence, self-confidence, self-knowledge was evident in those eyes. I wondered what in his young life had gotten him to this point.

I don't remember why we started to talk, it just happened. There was an instant bond. He would start to come around the house, visiting and talking. Slowly he opened up and confided in me. I did the same and he became a friend. Our age difference was forgotten, or at least a non-issue. Sometimes he flirted and I returned the conversation. He had had his share of girlfriends, not a lot, but always serious on his part. He wouldn't waste his time on someone not worthy. He spoke respectfully and fondly of every one, but in each case, they had somehow proven unworthy. He would talk about this and his feelings. I knew this was not easy for him, and slowly I began to see another side of this hard, young man.

We began to talk frequently, almost daily. He helped me discover the internet and we often chatted at night online. The wall of the internet allowed us a certain security and our talks became more telling, confiding fears, hopes, and even glimpses of fantasies.

Between girlfriends, I would find him at my house on weekends. College and work kept him busy, but never too busy to visit. We would have a few drinks, or bar-b-q our dinner and just relax. It had become common for him to just pop in and he seemed perfectly at home in my house. 

I had had a particularly hard week. Just after indulging in a long, hot shower, Jeff showed up on Friday night, bottle of rum in hand. I answered the door, a towel wrapped around me, my hair dripping, and quickly excused myself to dress. I threw on an old T-shirt and shorts and clipped my wet hair up. Jeff had started the grill and made us a couple of drinks, like many other nights. I knew something was bothering him, his forehead furrowed with worry lines. As the steaks grilled, we sat on the bench in the backyard and he talked. 

Jeff had been trying to decide if he wanted to go away to school. A large university had offered him a football scholarship. He played for the local college and loved football. Summer practice had started but the university still wanted him for the fall semester. Between school, his part-time job, and football, his life was full. His friends and family were close by. Yet he never seemed truly happy. I had thought the scholarship offer might be on his mind again.

Instead Jeff talked about how he couldn't find a woman to match his requirements. We bantered back and forth, still chatting about my work and his dreams and my old hopes, as the sun went down. The scholarship wasn't even mentioned.

I started to feel the effects of the rum and I knew he was making the drinks his strength, about double what I usually drank. I had never been drunk with him, but I trusted him and was finally starting to relax. He made another drink. 

"I think the drinks are getting stronger", I laughingly complained. We both laughed.

"It's good to hear you laugh and just chill" he responded. The breeze was light but finally blowing away the heat of the day. It felt good. 

I felt his hand at the back of head. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. They were soft, surprisingly so. My reaction seemed to sober me up for an instant and I pulled away, only to see those hard eyes - half-glaring, half-laughing at me. He pulled me back and kissed me again, more firmly. I didn't resist and returned his kiss, and I felt him soften his grip. Pulling away quickly, I tried to get up. I knew that this was wrong, and I didn't want to lose his friendship over drunken stupidity. I had done without a lover for many years and had no intention of taking this young man as one. 

He was fast. Obviously the alcohol didn't affect him like it had me. He was strong, more than twice my size. His arm was around my waist before I had taken two steps. He pulled me onto his lap. 

"No, Jeff" was all I was able to mutter before his fingers wrapped themselves in my hair and turned my head till I felt his kiss again. The hand around my waist traveled to my breast and easily found a nipple. He lightly ran his finger over it, as I involuntarily shuddered. He grabbed the nipple between two fingers and squeezed. When I gasped, his tongue was in my mouth, probing and playing with my tongue. I tried to free myself from his grasp but deftly picked me up and sat me back down, facing and straddling him. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I felt an enormous bulge in his shorts. 

"No!" I yelled at him, or maybe to myself. I didn't want to believe I was in this situation or that Jeff had any sexual thoughts directed towards me.

But the demanding look in his eyes frightened me and he laughed. "Why not?" he questioned. 

He was really intelligent, and now was going to turn this into an academic discussion! We did this with many of our discussions. I thought I could play that game, and as seriously as I could, listed all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea, how it would affect our friendship, how it was wrong, how he was too young or I was too old. He quietly listened, his arms wrapped around me, not allowing me to free myself. I started to shiver under his stare. He never argued a point, just kept staring at me. 

When I was finished, he said, "Is that it?" 

I pleaded "Isn't that enough?" 

Quietly but forcefully he said "No. I want you. I know you want me too, and that is all the reason we need". 

"NO!" I screamed back at him, suddenly realizing how isolated I was with no one living nearby to hear me. 

Still holding me tightly, his hands moved up my ribcage, until his thumbs were over my nipples, drawing imaginary circles over them. I grabbed at his hands and he just grinned. I had never realized how strong he was. 

"Your tits like the idea", he said, "so just turn off your mind and feel with your body". 

"I can't, Jeff", I pleaded with him. "Please let me go now." 

In answer, his hands pulled my T-shirt up, his hands grabbing my breasts through my satin bra. I pushed on his shoulders, trying to get him to loosen his grip. No amount of pushing or pounding on him had any effect. One hand slid around my back and unfastened my bra. As I struggled in his arms, he pushed the bra up over my tits. The nipples were already hard and the cool breeze just made them harder. 

"Nice tits", he commented. 

"Stop" I screamed. 

Jeff chuckled and pulled me closer, sucking one nipple into his mouth, fingering the other, as he held me tightly with his hand on my back. I tried to push his head away from me, but he clamped on the nipple with his teeth. 

"Owww" I cried, as I felt the tears well up. I don't know if they were from pain or frustration. I couldn't get free of him, and as much as I wanted to deny it, his touches felt good. I knew I missed the caresses of a lover, but Jeff was all wrong for the job. I was suddenly conscious of the heat of his cock through our shorts and how vulnerable I felt, straddling him. 

I knew I wouldn't be able to escape him by force. My only hope was to lull him into less diligence and make a run for the house. As the gravity of the situation hit me, the tears quietly started. He had moved to suck the other nipple and the cool air on my wet tits had them aching. I knew I was horny, but this wasn't the right situation. I liked Jeff too much and believed that nothing good would come of this sort of encounter. He looked at me with such determination, wiping my tears away. 

"Don't cry" he said quietly. "I won't hurt you." I didn't answer him but looked away. Gently he took my chin and turned my head to look at him. His eyes were drilling into me. 

"Take off your shirt" he softly commanded. I tried to look away, but he held my chin. "DO IT. Take off your shirt", he demanded. 

I slowly slid the shirt over my head, as he released my chin. He pulled the bra off my arms quickly, tossing it on the grass where I had let the shirt drop. His hands went to my breasts again, this time caressing them tenderly. My tits were hard and cool and his warm hands felt good on them. 

My legs were getting tired of being folded underneath me on the hard bench. I fidgeted, and his hand moved between my legs. I stared him in the eyes, defiantly. His hand just cupped me, not moving, just so I could feel the heat. I was wet through to my shorts, and he knew it. He just smiled again. 

"Your body likes this", he taunted. 

"Perhaps it does" I retorted, "but maybe it just likes any attention and has nothing to do with YOU." My words were vehement and cruel. Maybe if I distanced myself from him, he would decide this wasn't fun anymore. But he just laughed. I had stopped pounding on him and was sitting rigid on his lap. 

"Let's get a refill," he suggested. That would mean we'd have to get up; he'd have to release me. I quickly agreed and he picked me up, setting me on my feet in front of him and handing me the two glasses. 

"I knew you'd see it my way", he gloated. We walked over to the picnic table, where the ice, rum, and coke were, his hand firmly on my shoulder. I felt his eyes staring at my breasts as I walked half naked beside him. I was embarrassed but tried to think clearly. The alcohol buzz was disappearing quickly.

I put the glasses on the table, and reached for the ice. I couldn't reach to that end of the table and moved from his grasp to the other side of the table. I tossed a couple of pieces of ice in each glass and watched as he unscrewed the rum bottle. As he poured the rum, I made a dash for the house. 

"Damn it" I heard him yell, but I never looked back. 

I was at the door and grabbing for the handle when he caught me. He slammed me face first into the house, knocking my breath away. His body was pinning me tightly against the cold siding and my first thought was of the cold on my tits. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms above my head, holding them with one hand. His other hand reached around to the waistband of my shorts. I felt him fumble with the button. 

"Fuck it" he mumbled as he grabbed the waistband, ripping the button off. He had the zipper and pulled it down, as I struggled, still pinned tightly to the wall. He tugged at the shorts, getting them over my hips. I was still gasping for air, as I felt his fingers through the thin material. He slid over my pussy. My hips involuntarily moved back to escape him and I felt his cock, hot and swollen, through his shorts. I squirmed against the cold wall as his fingers quickly slid inside my panties. As he shoved a thick finger roughly inside of me, a small scream escaped me. 

He finger fucked my pussy, knowing exactly the right spot to touch. I was getting wetter and hating myself for it. I was shivering, maybe from my body flattened against the cold wall, maybe from fear, maybe from embarrassment, or maybe from excitement. I felt him grab the panties and pull, the fabric cutting into my skin, then a rip, and his fingers spreading my pussy lips. The cool air hit my secret area, only making it more obvious how exposed he had me. I gasped again. Before I could catch another breath, two fingers slammed into me, hard, stretching me more than my body expected. I screamed and he held still for a moment, pressing me harder into the wall. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered into my ear, tenderly, as I felt his thumb start to circle my clit. As I got used to his fingers in me and he ministered to my clit, I pushed the pain aside. I was now very wet and as his thumb moved to press directly on my clit, a small moan escaped me. 

"No" I whimpered again. 

"That's my girl", he whispered, as if I hadn't protested at all. He continued gently fucking me with his fingers, stroking my G-spot. I felt the sensations increase, becoming more angry with myself for even feeling them. He never stopped touching, teasing and I felt my legs get weaker. 

I struggled again to free my wrists from his grasp, but he just increased his rhythm in my cunt. My attention was distracted to try to maintain my footing, and I felt myself getting closer to climax. My screams were now as much from excitement as from violation. He must've sensed this and rubbed my clit harder. I felt myself on the edge of orgasm and he pulled his fingers out and let my wrists go. I felt my legs wobble and grabbed for whatever support the wall would provide. as I felt a firm slap on my ass. 

"Ahhh" I screamed. 

He grabbed my shorts, tugging them down my legs and stated "You're not cumming without me." I let him lift a foot and slide my shorts over it. I tried to turn to face him, but his hand was on my back, pushing me into the wall again. 

"Spread your legs", he commanded, and I did, hating myself for doing what he wanted with no resistance. His hand slid to my ass, squeezing a cheek and then sliding down the crack to where his fingers gently massaged the area right behind my pussy. My juices were now oozing out. I could feel the cold air on my pussy. It contrasted sharply with the heat from Jeff's hand. 

He was fumbling with his shorts, one-handed trying to free himself. I knew there was no way I could escape him fucking me. But part of me wasn't sure I wanted to escape him at this point. Perhaps he had been right. I was pushing the mental reasoning aside because of the physical sensations. In a deep, dark spot of my being, he had made me want him. But what would happen when he had finished with me. I was sure the friendship would never survive and the tears slowly started again. 

"Lift your leg," he commanded, while raising it with his hand. I felt the head of his cock rubbing me. He was huge and I was suddenly frightened again. 

"No, Jeff. You're too big," I pleaded. The only response was a more insistent rubbing against my pussy. 

"Please! Please not like this. Oh God, Jeff, don't." I begged, as the tears streamed down my face. His cock was rubbing my clit and I was coating him with my juices. 

"Relax. Don't fight me", he ordered. "I don't want to hurt you. I want you to cum with me inside you", he promised. 

"No, Jeff! I don't want to get pregnant." I cried, as I felt him gently spread my pussy and start to enter me from behind. He was surprisingly gentle, easing himself slowly into me, rubbing my clit the whole time. I relaxed as much as I could, hoping he wouldn't tear me. He seemed to be going in forever. I felt him gently touch my cervix, and stop. 

"You OK?" he questioned, as I gasped for air. 

"Yes" I whispered through quiet sobs. I had stopped fighting - it was hopeless. 

"Good' he answered as he rubbed my clit harder, still not fucking me. "Now cum for me." 

I gave in to the sensations. His cock was filling me completely, stretching but not quite tearing me. He was holding still, letting me get used to him He circled my clit and yet pressed down at the same time. I felt the climax building. Jeff was patiently teasing me to orgasm.

"CUM" he commanded and I felt myself overcome with an orgasm. Suddenly nothing mattered but the feeling emanating from my pussy, spreading to engulf me. I was glad for the wall in front of me and his arm around me, as my legs finally gave out. He held me tight, constantly rubbing my clit as I shook and spasmed and screamed. 

As I came down from the orgasm, Jeff lifted me, still impaled on his cock and walked back over to the picnic table. He bent me over the table. I didn't resist; I was too limp. He slowly started to fuck me, moving in and out. His cock was not only wide, but long. He was hitting my cervix with every stroke. Somehow he managed to hit my G-spot with every stroke too. I knew I was going to cum again as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. I grabbed on to the table, as the second orgasm swept through me. 


"Uh. Good girl." he grunted, as he now started to assault me in earnest. He was ramming me, pushing my hips into the edge of the table. Each stroke was forcing the air from me and I was gasping in time to his thrusts. His balls were slapping at my clit and I was grasping at the table, hanging on as he tossed me around. My juices were running down the inside of my thighs, but I was glad I was so wet. It made the pounding easier. This was for his enjoyment. Jeff didn't rub my clit or my breast. His whole being seemed determined to use my cunt as his fuck tool. 

"Oh.....God....... Jeff!" I screamed when I could get enough air. I was sore, stretched to the limit, my cervix being pounded, and I could feel another orgasm building. 

My mind was a blur. The physical sensations he was creating were blocking any rational thoughts from me. When he hit my cervix, I wanted him to stop. When he massaged my G-spot, I never wanted him to stop. I no longer felt his cock, the sensations were too overpowering - they became everything and the only thing. I had never felt anything like this before. This orgasm didn't build; it literally overtook me, crashing upon me, drowning me with a feeling I had never known. I later learned from Jeff, I had a female ejaculation too. I was convulsing, shuddering, screaming, and the orgasm didn't stop. I felt Jeff stiffen and then ram me hard. I screamed as the pain shot through my cervix. I knew he must be cumming too, as my pussy squeezed and milked him. It seemed to last forever. I was trembling and I felt him collapse on top of me, his cock still tight inside me. He folded his arms around me and just held me as the orgasm subsided. I was still shaking and sobbing. 

"Come on, let's get you inside before you catch a chill," he said gently.

Friend with Benefits Ch. 2



I had awakened once, suddenly in the middle of the night. I tensed as I realized my head was resting on Jeff's shoulder and his arms were around me. Listening to his deep, slow breathing, I knew he was fast asleep. I was terrified to waken him. 

My mind was tortured with the memory of the way Jeff had taken me, forcefully and hard, just hours ago. My pussy was sore, my innards ached, but my mind was reeling. What had I done to provoke that? We had been friends for over a year, confiding fears and dreams, sharing thoughts and laughter. Did I inadvertently encourage him? I had answered the door wrapped in a towel from my recent shower. The way he popped in unannounced had given me no warning. It had happened half a dozen times before and neither of us seemed perturbed by it. I had dressed in an old T-shirt, baggy enough so my 36C breasts were not accented. My shorts came down to almost my knees. 

My long, wet hair had been clipped up, left dripping down my neck and I hadn't even bothered with makeup. No, I hadn't dressed provocatively. Our discussion hadn't had even the slightest element of flirting. I had asked Jeff to stop, told him to stop, pleaded with him, and tried to run away. He was my friend! Why hadn't he listened to me? I was totally confused. And the worst to haunt me: why had I climaxed three times as he forced himself on me? I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. I couldn't remember how we had managed to get from the yard to my bed or what had been said after he finished with me. Exhausted and feeling ill, I dozed back off to sleep in his arms.

Reawakening just after dawn, I carefully removed myself from the bed, and quietly ran to the bathroom. I locked the door. Showering with almost scalding water, I scrubbed my body harshly. I felt dirty and used, but no amount of scrubbing could stop the thought that my body had enjoyed him. My pussy lips were still swollen from the beating they had taken. There was a slight bruise on my breast. 

I quickly dried off and threw on underwear and an old sweat suit, pulling my wet hair severely back into a ponytail. I started a pot of coffee, as I agonized what to do. Jeff, my friend, my rapist, was peacefully sleeping in my bed. If I called the police, it could ruin his life. Suppose everyone thought I had encouraged him? His scholarship would be forfeit. What about his family? And mostly I felt humiliated, stupid for allowing myself to end up in that situation. I didn't understand how it had happened.

I poured a cup of coffee, filled the carafe, and headed to the backyard. I always tried to make time to have my morning coffee outside. I liked watching the day start there. Curling up in the lounger, I ran all the thoughts over and over through my mind. They were interspersed with the memories of the last night - how Jeff had tenderly kissed me; his physical strength that had been so surprising; how violently he had slammed me against the wall when I tried to run from him; how strong I had orgasmed. 
 The backyard was littered with reminders. The rum bottle lay by the table where he must have thrown it. Our glasses were on the table, the ice now melted. The Coke bottle stood there, the soda heating up under the morning sun. My T-shirt and bra were on the grass by the bench. My shorts were in a heap by the house. Jeff's were nearby. And my torn panties were next to the door. I poured another cup of coffee and had to remove the reminders. I threw out the rum bottle, the Coke, and my panties. I almost felt like crying but knew that would do no good. I picked up the clothes, folding his shorts neatly, and gathered the glasses and ice bucket. Glasses went in the kitchen; my clothes in the laundry hamper, and I quietly tiptoed into the bedroom to leave his shorts on the chair.

I had decided. I would let him wake up, dress, and escape out the house. I couldn't call the police. I assumed Jeff would be as horrified as I was and just leave. I wandered back outside to finish my coffee and wait for him to go. As I sat in the lounger, I wrestled with my mixed emotions. Jeff was one of my best friends and it hurt to lose that. I had been so certain that our relationship had grown to where we deeply cared about one another. I would have been comfortable confiding most anything to him and I had been so positive he had felt the same way. 

"Good morning." The words echoed across the yard and sent a chill through me. Jeff was standing just outside the door, coffee cup in hand. His hair was wet and I knew he must have showered before he dressed. He was smiling and looked relaxed. There was no hint of last night's encounter. His blue eyes sparkled and twinkled. 

"I made another pot of coffee," he continued. "How 'bout some breakfast? I'm starved!" 

I must have been staring with my mouth wide open. It was unreal. He acted as if last night had never happened. 

"Come on," he implored. "I've already started the bacon," he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared back inside.

I slowly got up and walked in the house. My agonizing over how to finish this had been for naught. I didn't know what to do, but a part of me wanted an explanation from him. In the kitchen, the bacon was sizzling on the stove and he was whisking eggs. 

"Set the table, ok?" he asked. In a daze, I did so as he started to scramble the eggs. 

"Stir the eggs, while I get the bacon and make some toast," he said, handing me the spatula. Again I complied and busied myself at the stove, afraid to look at him. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and still had not said a word to him. When the eggs were done, I dished them on the plates and noticed he had buttered our toast and made sandwiches. I just stared at the sandwiches.

"Those are for our picnic," he explained. "Eat before breakfast gets cold."

"What picnic?" I demanded, still not looking at him. 

"I want to show you something. It's a nice day, so I thought we'd go for a ride and take a picnic," he elaborated.

"I don't think I'm in much of a picnic mood, Jeff," I said quietly, as I played with the food on my plate. 

"Maybe not," he responded, "but we'll go for a ride anyway. You'll feel better when you get some fresh air." We had occasionally taken rides when one or the other of us was upset about something. Taking turns, we shared a favorite spot or activity with each other.

"I need to shower and change then," I explained, as I pushed my plate away and practically ran for my bedroom. I grabbed more clean underwear and frantically grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Rushing into the bathroom, I slammed and locked the door. Turning on the shower, I peeled off the sweat suit. Hopping quickly in the shower, I let the water run over my body, trying to calm myself. I realized that maybe this was his way of apologizing. We often had long heart-felt talks in the car on our little excursions. It certainly seemed safer to be in public with him than trapped in my house. Rationalizing the situation, I turned the water off and stepped from the shower. Jeff stood there, holding out a towel for me. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed on my breasts. I screamed, more from surprise than fear.

"What are you doing in here?" I screeched at him, quickly hiding behind the towel. 

"I laid out your clothes for you," he stated. I followed his eyes to the sundress and sheer panties on the vanity. My shorts and T-shirt were nowhere to be seen. A bra was noticeably absent. 

"Now dry off and get dressed," he said kindly. He walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, but not before I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I felt trapped. I had to get out of the house, so I slipped on the dress and the panties. The pale green dress was old, nothing special. I had gotten it years before to go to pool parties and summer cookouts. The bodice was form fitting. A bra really wasn't needed, but I always wore one anyway. The sweetheart neckline was low enough to accentuate my breasts without being too revealing. The skirt flared over my hips and hung nicely, but wasn't too short. It was attractive, without being sexy. But it had been hanging back in my closet. Jeff must have rummaged through my clothes and underwear drawer, I thought as I applied a hint of eye shadow and some lip gloss. I was brushing my hair when the bathroom door opened.

"Leave your hair down," Jeff stated. I just stared at him. Following him out the bathroom and I headed to get my sneakers from the closet. Before I got that far, he handed me a pair of flat sandals. 

"Sit on the bed and put them on," he ordered. I did. I could feel Jeff's eyes staring at me as I stuffed my feet into the sandals. I truly didn't know what to say. 

"Lemme get my purse," I asked. 

"You won't need it," he responded. "Today is my treat." Not knowing what else to do, I followed Jeff out to his car. He had a backpack slung over his broad shoulder, lunch he had explained. He held the door for me, and that surprised me. 

We drove for about an hour. There wasn't much conversation. I didn't know what to say and my mind was still trying to process what was happening. Pulling into a gravel parking lot for a trail head, he explained his dad used to bring him to this place when he was little. That admission was not at all what I had expected, nor was the fact that there were only a few cars parked in the lot. 

"I'm not much dressed for hiking," I reminded him. He chuckled a warm, soft laugh.

"It's not much of a hike. You'll be fine," he reassured me.

We walked about half a mile along a gentle wooded trail. The land was flat and the small river running along the path was lazy. It was cool and shaded under the old trees; more of a walk than a hike. We took our time and Jeff chatted about trivial things. Jeff was totally at ease, more relaxed than I had seen him in a long time. Occasionally, he would stop and take a picture with the digital camera he had in the backpack. The prior night was never mentioned. I even questioned my sanity - had it really happened? In a clearing, Jeff dug out the contents of our lunch, sandwiches, pickles, and chips - two beers for him; four wine coolers for me. I wasn't hungry and certainly not in the mood for alcohol, definitely not four! But I made an effort to eat a half of a sandwich. Jeff opened a wine cooler for me and I took a few sips, setting the bottle down. When he was done eating, he packed up the remnants of lunch and we continued our walk. 

"Not much further," he promised, as we still followed the river. He took a few more pictures, including some of me. I was getting concerned that we hadn't run across any other humans, but Jeff's attitude was normal. I wasn't frightened. What could be worse than the prior night? As we climbed a slight hill, Jeff again mentioned his dad used to bring him to this place. We rounded a bend and a large flat boulder marked the top. 

"Let's rest here a minute," Jeff said, as he sat on the boulder. I sat down a few feet away from him, the backpack between us. It was certainly a pretty place, I thought. 

"Dad and I used to come up here. I think he wanted to be alone sometimes, but I was his excuse to get out of the house," Jeff said. "It seems like whenever Dad and I would come here, I learned something more about him. It was special," Jeff was staring off at some distant memory. "When I got old enough to drive, I would come out here when I needed to think." He paused briefly, smiling wistfully at me. There was no threat in his eyes.

"I lost my virginity right about where you're sitting," Jeff whispered. With a grin, he hopped off the boulder. "I got to pee," he said, as he trotted off into the woods.

I jumped off the boulder and looked around. There was no one else anywhere. I thought about running down the trail. Jeff would catch me in no time, if he wanted to. I thought about hiding and decided he'd probably find me anyway. Resigned, I sat on a large trunk that had fallen by the river and watched the river meander by. I was probably being silly and now I wanted an explanation.

Suddenly I felt his hands gently rest on my shoulders. I hadn't even heard him coming back. He was bending over me and I felt him rest his head on the back of my neck. 

"You don't understand yet, do you?" he asked. 

"No, I don't," I quietly stated. 

His hands slid down my shoulders, taking the straps of my dress with them. 

"NO!" I yelled at him. Suddenly he let go and I slid off the log. Turning to face him, the log between us, I was angry again. "How could you do this to me? How could you ruin our friendship over a fuck? How could you scare me and not give a damn?" I spat at him. "NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I screamed as a realized I couldn't back any further without toppling into the river.

Reaching over the log, Jeff grabbed me around my head. Pulling me close, he kissed me firmly, but very gently. Then grabbing the straps of my dress, he violently pulled the top down to my waist. I pushed him away and he grabbed my arm. His other hand went to my breast and suddenly he turned white. 

His gaze never leaving my breast, he asked, "Did I do that?"

I looked at the small but dark purple bruise that must have blossomed since my shower. "Yes, Jeff, " I yelled, "That and a lot more!" 

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, honest," his voice catching in his throat. Picking up the backpack, "I'll wait for you at the car," he said, as he trotted down the trail, never looking back. I pulled my dress back in place and walked back to the parking lot. I was more confused than ever. I didn't understand what he was thinking, what he was doing. This wasn't just a head game to him. The shock in his eyes was genuine. He wanted me, but I couldn't figure out why. There were at least a dozen young girls who oogled over him. He wasn't interested in a relationship with any of them. Yet any one would gladly sleep with him. Most were quite pretty, so if sex was all he was after, he could find it there. 

At the car, I slid in and Jeff started her up without a word. After an uncomfortable silence, he muttered, "I need you. And you need me, even if you don't realize it yet."

"We already had each other, Jeff. We were the best of friends," I responded. 

"No, there is more to us than that," he answered firmly. "We know each other. You know my dreams and my fears. And I know yours. You need someone, want someone. You've even told me there are things you miss by being single. I miss them too. And there is no reason to. I've shared so much with you."

"Jeff," I stumbled on the words. "Sex isn't a natural progression in our friendship."

He grinned at me. "Sure it is. I know you want someone strong. There is no reason I can't give you what you want."

"Strong, perhaps," I countered, "but not you. I don't want to be used. Not like that."

"I didn't use you!" Jeff protested. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't think I was that rough..........and we both know you enjoyed it." 

I knew he was right. A part of me was embarrassed and confused by my body's betrayal. I stared out the window, unable to look at him. "Never again, Jeff," I said quietly. 

"OK, sure," he chuckled. He reached around, fumbling in the back seat. I just stared out the window. I wasn't playing some game, yet that's what his attitude indicated. I just wanted to get home. I thought he would leave and the next time he showed up, I wouldn't unlock my door or let him in. I would send him an email and explain I couldn't do this. He still valued our relationship and I was hoping because of that, he would respect my wishes, especially once I stopped talking to him. He was busy with school and his job. Football practice would only take more of his time. I could make myself scarce, until it wouldn't matter to him.

"Here. Put these in," his command broke my thoughts. I looked at his outstretched hand. He was holding a tiny case with ben-wa balls, MY ben-wa balls. 

"Where the hell did you get them?" I said angrily, my thoughts racing to realize he had gone through my drawers. 

"In the drawer by the bed, with the rest of your toys," he smiled. "Now, put them in or I will do it for you!" The smile was gone. His tone was menacing. 

"No," I said firmly. 

Slamming on the brakes, Jeff pulled the car to the shoulder. He grabbed my arm before I could get the door open enough to jump out. 

"Put them in," he hissed, holding my arm tightly.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded, feeling tears of frustration welling up.

"I want you really ready for me when we get back to the house," he stated, while shoving my skirt up my thigh. His hand groped for the elastic of the panties, while I struggled against his grip on my arm and the seatbelt. "I don't want to rip them," as he tugged on the sheer material. "It would be better if you just put them in. You're not going anywhere, so be sensible and just do it."

I hesitated. Jeff slid a finger roughly inside me, quickly reminding me how tender my pussy still was. I yelped in pain. 

"OK ok," I consented. He eased his grip on my arm and removed his finger. 

Bringing his finger to my lips, "Suck it clean," he gently commanded. I took his finger in my mouth and sucked on it. "Take off the panties."

I slid them down slowly over my hips, rising in the seat just a bit, as I wiggled them over my ass. My skirt still covered my upper legs, giving me a bit of modesty. Pulling the panties over the sandals, he grabbed them from me and tossed them in the back seat. He handed me the case with the balls, his finger still in my mouth. Taking the balls from the case, I spread my legs as little as possible to try to get them in without exposing myself. 

"Let me see," he ordered as he grabbed on leg, pulling it towards him. I didn't move. His hands were on my hips, lifting me and turning me sideways to face him, my back almost against the door. He grabbed my left leg and pulled it up so my foot was on the console. "That's better," he commented. I was wide open to his view. I couldn't look at him, as I slowly eased the first ball in. I was damp - more than I had expected, but my pussy was sore and it was uncomfortable. The second one was a bit more painful, and I grimaced. His finger very gently followed the ball inside me, pushing it deeper. "Good girl," he comforted as he removed his finger. Grabbing the back of my head, he kissed me firmly and put the car in gear. 

We rode for another few minutes in silence. I usually loved my ben-wa balls and would use them around the house on weekends. The thing about the balls was that they made me extremely horny, but never quite enough to get off. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I just touched a vibrator to my clit and exploded in a powerful orgasm. But the balls themselves never got me off. Jeff had picked a good toy to tease me with, as the car bumped over the old road.

I felt his hand on my seatbelt and it snapped off. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled me over to him and quickly kissed me. Still holding me by the hair, he said, "Suck my cock."

"What?" I said incredulously. 

"I always wanted a hummer in the car," he stated, like it was a perfect explanation. He shoved my head towards his lap and pulled my hair a little harder. I undid his pants reluctantly, pleading with him at the same time, knowing it wasn't going to do any good. Releasing him from his shorts, he was already hard, and I tentatively licked the swollen head as he grasped my hair more tightly. He shoved my head further down and I licked his cock until I had moistened it. 

"Suck it," he commanded. I lowered my mouth around him and felt him jerk, as his cock slowly filled my mouth. Pulling on my hair, I had no choice but to let his cock slither in and out of my mouth. His cock was too big to do this comfortably and I closed my eyes to concentrate on breathing and not gagging. 





Friend with Benefits Ch. 2



"Kneel on the seat." His words broke my concentration and I gagged. I shifted so my knees were under me and momentarily felt a bit more comfortable. He had given me a second to catch my breath, before shoving his cock back deeper in my throat. I started to suck him harder and he released the grip on my hair. Suddenly my skirt was thrown up over my ass and I felt his hand slide down the crack of my butt.

"NO!" I squeaked, jumping up suddenly. His arm on my back pushed my head back down to his lap. "Jeff, anyone can see me!"

"I know," he laughed, as his fingers made their way to my pussy lips. "Keep sucking," he said harshly. I didn't have much choice and was thankful the road was relatively deserted. I couched my butt down, as his fingers circled my pussy. I was glad our trip was almost over. 

"You're getting wet," he commented. And then he moaned. I was trying to get him off quickly, hoping my embarrassment would end when the blowjob did. Massaging his balls, I sucked harder. His hand left my crotch and went to the back of my head, shoving me further on him and I gagged again.

"We're going to have to work on that," he said, as I caught my breath again. "I want to get in your throat." I couldn't say anything, as his cock stuffed my mouth again.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asked. My eyes flew to his, in fear. I had never managed that without violently choking. I shook my head. "Ok, not this time, then. I'll come on your tits instead. Pull that top down," he ordered as his breaths became more ragged. With his cock still pumping my mouth, I slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders, pulling them down enough to expose my tits. I went back to sucking him in earnest. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and he quickly pulled my head off of him. Grabbing his cock, he squirted all over my chest, cum splattering in my hair. I held still for him to finish and when he had, he again grabbed my head and kissed me. 

"Put yourself back together," he stated, as we turned the last corner before my house. He tossed me my panties from the back seat. "You might want to wipe up a bit." I tried to clean up as best I could and pulled my dress back over my breasts. Sitting down, I smoothed the skirt under me. I know he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. His hand roamed to my leg and slid up it, until I felt his fingers in my slit. I was wet. The balls were doing their job, or at least I wanted to believe it was the balls, and not the exhibitionistic blowjob. Jeff rubbed my clit very gently and I moaned.

"Good. You're almost ready," he gloated as his fingers left me hanging and he pulled into my driveway.

To Be Continued...



Friend with Benefits Ch. 3



Standing at the door, fumbling with my keys, Jeff tenderly took them from me. Unlocking the door, he opened it for me and I sprinted to the bathroom. Slamming the door, I locked it, wondering why I bothered. It obviously wasn't going to keep Jeff out. I turned on the water in the shower, letting the bathroom steam up, while I peeled my dress off. My breasts were still sticky from the cum he had shot over them, not 10 minutes before. My breathing was labored from being so aroused, as I stepped under the water.

I let the water flow over me, and tried to take deep breaths to calm myself. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing my tits harshly, ignoring the bruise on one breast. Leaning against the wall, my eyes shut, I scoured my chest as I tried to get my thoughts under control. Less than 24 hours had passed since Jeff had come over, as he had so many times before. We had barbecued and talked. It had all been so normal, until he had kissed me. That kiss had led to him forcefully taking me, but the worst was my body's betrayal by orgasm, not once but three times. 

Jeff had stayed the night. I was wrong when I assumed he would be as upset about the events as I had been and quietly leave. Initially he acted as if nothing had happened. I agreed to go for a drive with him and we walked and chatted, like the two friends we had been before last night. But in the car on the way back, he had me place my ben-wa balls in my pussy. Then I had to give him a blowjob in the car, while he exposed me to passing motorists. I was so horny and he had indicated he expected more now that we were back at my house. My body was sore; my thoughts were swirling. I had come to admit I enjoyed the sex, although not the roughness of the prior night, nor the embarrassment in the car. With a final deep breath, I knew I had to satisfy the ache in my pussy. My horniness was not helping me cope with all that had happened or with a solution to Jeff. I needed all my thoughts concentrated on dealing with him, not distracted by my urgent desire for release. 

My breasts were red and as clean as soap and water could get them. As reached down to remove the ben-wa balls, I knew a few moments of rubbing my clit would be all I needed to cum. Then I would demand Jeff leave and call the police if I had to. There had to be an end to this.

My fingers probed for the string to the balls, when Jeff's voice boomed "NO". I was paralyzed as I looked up to see him standing, naked, on the other side of the glass shower door. How long had he been there? I hadn't seen or heard him enter the bathroom. My eyes flew from his erect cock to his face, as he opened the door and joined me in the shower. I cringed to the far corner, unconsciously trying to cover my breasts with one arm and my shaved mound with my other hand. Jeff grabbed my wrists firmly, pulling my arms out from my body. 

"You are lovely," he complimented, as his eyes slowly roamed over every inch of me. Pulling my arms taut above my head and pinning them against the tile with one large hand, he pulled my head to him and bent down to kiss me. His towering body leaned over me, as his lips gently met mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I gave in to him. I knew I couldn't physically fight him. I was physically sore and mentally beaten, not to mention so horny I could scream. His fingers traced a slow path down my body, over my breasts and tummy, until they stopped just above my slit. I moaned softly through our kiss.

"Horny?" he teased as he let his finger rest on my clit. 

"Oh God, Jeff," was all I could respond, as I leaned into him. 

"Good, " he whispered, as he tore the balls quickly from my pussy, eliciting a sharp scream, as they suddenly spread my already swollen and bruised lips. He kissed me again as he slowly rubbed my clit until I was on the verge of cumming. My legs were feeling wobbly as he let my wrists go, and backed away from me, leaving me grabbing the wall for support. Turning off the water, Jeff got out the shower. I was stunned by his sudden departure. I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist, covering his enormous erection. He wrapped a towel around my waist, leaving my breasts dripping and my nipples hardening even more as the water evaporated. Putting his arm around my shoulder, his fingers dangling against a nipple, he led me to the bedroom.

The bed was turned down and straightened. I sat on the edge and looked into his eyes. I was letting him control this. It was foreign to me, but right then, I didn't care. 

"Lay down," he whispered. I did and he knelt next to me. Unwrapping the towel from my hips, he slid a finger inside me as he bent to kiss me again. I arched against his hand, burying his large digit even deeper. Jeff's lips traced a path down my neck to my left breast, which he gently licked dry. Sucking my swollen nipple into his mouth, I gasped, partly from the sensations he was causing and partly from the realization I was enjoying it and not wanting him to stop. A second finger joined the first in my pussy, and his thumb was on my clit. I grabbed his head and held him to my breast as I felt the orgasm building. And then he stopped.

"Don't stop, Jeff," I moaned. He chuckled, staring intently into my eyes. Crawling over me, his towel dropping away to reveal his hard erection, he reached over to my nightstand. Grabbing my flesh colored 8" dildo from the second drawer, I was baffled. Of course he had come across the toy drawer earlier that day and had taken the ben-wa balls. But he was hard. I could see the pre-cum on his cock. He had me so aroused; I had given in to him, mentally. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me. I could play with my toys anytime. Right now, I wanted him. No, it was more than want. I hadn't lusted after a man like this ever before. I wanted him so badly, it hurt.

"I want to watch you cum," he commanded as he handed me the dildo.

"No, please. I want you,' I pleaded. I was embarrassed at the thought of pleasuring myself while someone watched. And I knew then, I wanted Jeff. 

Jeff laughed again as he crawled back to me and taking my hand with the dildo, placed the head on my clit. As he rubbed, a quiet moan escaped me. 

"Fuck yourself for me," he ordered, his hand leaving mine. I just stared at him as he got off the bed. Reaching into his backpack, which I hadn't even noticed sitting on my dresser, he pulled out the digital camera and took a picture.

"NO!" I screamed. 

Jeff 's eyes danced, his mouth formed a smile, but his words were a command. "Make yourself cum. Now," as the camera flashed again. I tried to crawl up and away from him and that camera, as he knelt at the foot of the bed. He roughly grabbed my legs and slid me down towards him, spreading me wide open as he did. I had dropped the dildo and was trying to cover myself.

"No pictures, Jeff! I demanded. He pounced on me, the weight of his body knocking the air out of me and pinning me to the bed. He grabbed my wrists as I felt his cock slide between my legs and he kissed me, mashing my lips with his.

"Don't make this hard," he hissed. I fought against him, unable to wriggle out from under him or loosen his hands from my wrists. His hard cock was rubbing in my slit as I struggled, but I had lost the urge to cum. Jeff had thrown me completely off guard in the past 24 hours. I didn't want anyone taking nude pictures of me.

Grabbing the pair of pantyhose I had shed the night before, he wrapped my wrists and tied them together, as I screamed at him to stop. Straddling me with a look of triumph, he forcefully placed the dildo in my bound hands. 

"Now, you are going to put that in your wet pussy and pump it until you cum. I am going to watch and take all the pictures I want. And when I am done, I will fuck your brains out. Until then, I want to watch you. Do you understand?" Jeff commanded.

My tears started. "No, I don't understand. I don't understand any of this," I cried. 

"You will. I promise," he said softly, kissing away my tears. He backed away and again placed my tied hands in a position to play with myself and the dildo. Gently he spread my legs and knelt at the bottom of the bed, with the camera. "Pretend I'm not here."

"Yeah, right," I spat at him. But I started to rub the dildo against myself. I felt had no choice. I was shaking as I plunged it into my still wet cunt. All my anger and fear seemed to be transferred to the dildo and I started to fuck myself hard. Shutting my eyes so I wouldn't see the flashes from the camera, I forced my mind to concentrate only on the feelings created by the dildo as I rammed myself. I felt an orgasm building, in spite of Jeff and the camera. I knew Jeff was taking pictures, horrible pictures of a side of me I kept well hidden. Jeff muttered words of appreciation for the lurid show I was putting on for him. I tried to force his words out of my mind, uncertain whether they upset me or excited me. The orgasm swept over me as I arched against the fake cock. I felt my pussy sucking and contracting, knowing I was loudly moaning. 

As the orgasm waned, I felt the bed move and Jeff was on top of me, pulling the dildo out, leaving me empty. I cried out at the loss, only to feel him plunge inside of me with no warning. As he fucked me hard, the orgasm never ended but built to a new intensity. I continued to cum as he mashed his cock deeply inside, his balls slapping my ass. Before the orgasm could subside, he grabbed my legs, shoving them against my chest and continued to plow into me with renewed intensity. The orgasm continued at an even greater height as I bucked and screamed beneath him. My tied hands made it impossible to hold him or grab the bed, and I was completely helpless, at his mercy as he rode me and forced the orgasm to continue. I was unaware of anything except Jeff fucking me. I gasped and choked for air between screams. I felt him stiffen and shove his cock hard into my cervix. Then an incredible wet warmth filled me, as he came deep inside me with an animal moan. He seemed to cum for hours. I had no sense of time. 

Releasing my legs, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried within my saturated pussy. Gathering my still shuddering body in his arms, he kissed me again. This time it was a tender kiss and between gasps, I responded to him. I was unaware I was crying. I suppose the intensity of our sex had overcome me. Jeff licked my tears and undid the pantyhose around my wrists. I grabbed him, my arms around his neck, with the need of a drowning victim who has grabbed a lifeguard. We held each other for a long time as I sobbed and recovered. Eventually, Jeff rolled off my still trembling body, his cock sliding out of me with a squishing noise. Pulling me close to his chest, my arms still wrapped around his neck, he looked at me intently.

"Are you OK, now?" he asked quietly. I could only nod my head. He pulled the covers over us and I rested on his shoulder, completely spent. We seemed to be completely content to hold each other, our minds too numb to think anymore. I started to doze. 

"When you wake up, I'll be gone," he whispered. 

"No, don't go," I breathed.

"I have to," he responded. There was a long pause. "I took the scholarship," he stated. My heart stopped. He was leaving, going to the university hundreds of miles away. 

"When do you leave?" I asked tentatively. 

"Less than 12 hours," he responded looking at the alarm clock. 

"Oh," I whispered as we held each other tighter. And I started to understand.



Friend with Benefits Ch. 4



The weeks following my 24 hours with Jeff swirled around me. All sorts of crazy thoughts were running through my mind as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Friday evening had started as two friends, relaxing after a long week with a bar-b-que and a few drinks. By Saturday night, I had been forcefully taken, made to give a blowjob and publicly exposed in a car, tied and ordered to fuck myself while pictures were being taken, and orgasming in a way I had never imagined - only to find my friend hundreds of miles away by Sunday night. Was Jeff still a friend? ...a friend with benefits? 

Physically, the bruise to my breast faded. The swelling of my pussy took longer to heal and I felt the effects of a pounded cervix for at least a week. The mental part wasn't as quick to find a cure. 

Jeff had called from the airport on his stop-over, a fast chatty call, letting me know he was on his way, had packed hastily, was a bit worried he had forgotten something, and more than a bit nervous. The only reference to the prior couple of days was just as the call was ending.

"Are you still OK?" he questioned. 

"Yes," was all I could answer. I still didn't know what to make of everything.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Bye!" he said quickly before he hung up.

Two nights later, I found the following in my email. "No phone yet but I have computer access in the dorm. Things are busy. Football practice most of the day but I had to take time away from that to get registered for school and classes. I haven't even had time to unpack or think about being homesick. I miss you and wish you were here to talk to tho. And other things : ) Expect phone by end of week. I will call you then. If things settle down, I'll try to catch you online."

I answered his note, in friend mode, making no reference to what had transpired between us sexually. The next night he sent a cyber I-miss-you card. I emailed a thank you. During the days, I tried to forget about what had happened or at least not concentrate on it. Work inadvertently helped by being busier and more hectic than ever. I went in early and stayed late, throwing myself into what was going on at my job. I came home exhausted and only when I went to bed, allowed myself the luxury of remembering Jeff's kisses, caresses, and the orgasms. As tired as I was, I wasn't sleeping well, often dreaming about Jeff. Sometimes they were nightmares, filled with the fear he had provoked when he ravaged me in the backyard. Other times, I had dreams of the soft kisses and the overpowering orgasms he gave me. My subconscious was rocked between the two extremes, just like my waking thoughts.

Friday night I was up late and got on the computer. I was catching up on email I had neglected, when a message popped up and my heart thudded. "Glad to see you on. Whatcha doing up so late?" Jeff had keyed. I told him I couldn't sleep and was glad to see him too. We talked for over two hours, mostly about how his life had changed in the past week. He told me about his roommate and football practice, complained about the food, described the courses he had signed up for and sent me his football schedule. It seemed obvious our friendship remained intact, as I described my week at work and realized just how much I had missed our nightly chats. By the time he was ready to log off, I felt much more at ease with what had happened, even if we hadn't mentioned it. Then he sent me one of the pictures he had taken with the digital camera. It showed me lying on the bed, hands bound with pantyhose, the dildo inside me. I was oblivious to the camera, eyes shut, but it was easy to see I was enjoying myself. 

"thank you," the next message read. I stared in shock at the picture. And Jeff logged off, 

Sunday morning at 4am the phone rang. Groggily I answered it, to find Jeff on the other end. The football players had done the male-bonding thing at the bars Saturday night. Jeff wasn't drunk, but I could tell he had been drinking. 

"I wanted to talk to you," was his rationale for calling so late. 

"Oh," was my best response. 

"I was thinking about last weekend," Jeff explained.

"Oh," I exclaimed, warily. 

"I know you enjoyed it," he teased. I didn't answer him. "I bet you've been fantasizing about it all week, haven't you?" he continued. I didn't know what to say. "Come on, babe," he implored. "I know I've thought about it........a lot."

"I've thought about it," I admitted.

"I want you to think about it now," Jeff stated. "Reach in your drawer and get that vibrator out."

"What?" I questioned. "Are you suggesting phone sex? " I had never done anything like that before.

"Yes and don't tell me no. Just get the vibrator," he replied.

"Jeff," I implored, but he cut me off before I could say anything else.

"Hey - I know you did all sorts of stuff you thought were weird last weekend and I know you enjoyed it. Get the vibrator," he commanded.

As I reached for the drawer, unable to understand why I was doing this, his voice whispered "You have no idea how hard I get when I think about you. I have your pictures on the computer....looking at one right now," he continued. "Turn the vibrator on. I want to hear it." The buzz filled my room. "You wearing a nightgown?" he asked.

"Yes," was all I could answer. 

"Take it off," he ordered. In a daze, I sat up and pulled the nightgown over my head. "Are your nipples hard?" he asked.

"Sort of," I responded. 

"Lay down and spread your legs. I have a picture here of you like that. Put the vibrator on your clit," he instructed. I gasped and heard him chuckle. "Lay the phone on the pillow by your head and take your other hand. Play with your nipples. I'm gonna have to get a pic of you doing that." 

As Jeff quietly described what he wanted me to do, I did it. And slowly, I felt myself becoming aroused. My breathing became more rapid and an occasional gasp interrupted his instructions. In spite of myself, I was turned on by both his words and the thought that he was equally aroused. A moan escaped me. 

"I'll cum when you do, but you have to tell me when," he ordered. Only heavy breathing and my moans answered him. I could tell by his voice that he was close to cumming too. 

"Think of me deep inside you, of how it felt," were the last words he said before I screamed "AHHHH Jeff" into the phone as the orgasm overtook me. I heard him groan at the other end. After a few minutes, I had collected myself and my breathing was once again fairly regular.

"Jeff?" I whispered.

"I'm here, but it's time for you to go back to sleep now. I'll talk to you soon. Dream of me," he crooned and then hung up. My mind was more confused than ever as I drifted back off to sleep.

In the weeks that followed, we seemed to establish a pattern. If his schedule left him too busy or exhausted to chat online, he'd drop me an email. We rarely discussed the sex and it was almost awkward when we did. He called a couple times a week, often after I had gone to bed. Only one more time did we end up having phone sex. Occasionally, work would send me off for a few days and I would try to call him from wherever I was, rarely catching him, but always leaving a message. After a four day trip, I came home to find an email with pics of Jeff attached; some in his football uniform; some of his dorm room and the campus; and two of him nude. One showed his tanned, muscular body, all six foot plus of it. The other was a close-up of his hard cock. The only message was "I thought you might like these". I didn't respond to the message, but carefully filed the pictures away on my hard-drive with a copy on diskette. It had become evident our friendship was just as strong, that we needed each other to talk to, maybe more than before he went away. I refused to initiate any sexual discussion but I didn't ask him to stop when he did. It was rare that the subject was even brought up. It amazed me that I let him take total control of that aspect of our relationship and I struggled with that. But as it was rarely discussed, sex became a quiet under current in our relationship - something that had happened and certainly had changed me, but not a viable part of it anymore.

I knew he wouldn't be home before Christmas. Football seemed to go on forever. He was playing varsity and his team was winning. I wondered what would happen over the holiday, but put those thoughts from my mind, as the time and distance increased. 

Then work intervened. I was told I was going to visit a client about half an hour away from Jeff. As usual, work didn't give me more than a few days notice. I was to fly in late Sunday night for meetings on Monday and Tuesday morning. I had to be back at work Wednesday. I emailed Jeff with my itinerary but told him I wasn't going to have time to see him. I would call him. His only response was "wait and see : ) ". 

Arriving at the airport late Sunday, I was tired and nervous. I still had a lot of preparation for the meeting Monday morning and had felt pressured to get everything in place. After grabbing my luggage and getting the rental car, it was after midnight before I checked into the hotel. I decided not to call Jeff that late. I was pleasantly surprised to find there was a message from him waiting for me when I got to my room. "Welcome to town," he had recorded. "I'll talk to you soon."

Monday went by in a blur, meetings, dinner with the clients, etc. Returning to my room, exhausted at 10pm, there was a message waiting for me from Jeff. "Hope your meetings went well. I know how tired and stressed you must be. I won't be back till late, so don't worry about calling me - go to bed and get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I took his advice and after a hot shower, was in bed by 11.

Tuesday I was up early, packed, and checked out. My meetings ran until 11am. Then I headed back to the airport, got rid of the rental car, and went to check in for my flight. I was early, really early, but planned on grabbing lunch and trying to call Jeff after I checked in. I felt like I could use a few hours with that trashy novel I had brought and not yet opened. There was no one in line to check in - and my plane was delayed. I had counted on a couple of hours for lunch, but was annoyed that it would be at least five hours. I wanted to get home earlier. 

With boarding pass safely tucked in my purse, I turned from the ticket counter and walked right into Jeff. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed. His answer was a passionate, completely inappropriate for an airport kiss as he gathered me in his arms.

"I've been waiting an hour. What took you so long?" he grinned, releasing me slightly.

"Oh it is SO good to see you," was all I could utter in complete shock. "It's been hectic," I complained. "And my damn plane is delayed too." 

"I know," he grinned even bigger. "It's just perfect, isn't it?" and we both laughed. 

"Come on," he draped his arm around me. 

"I was going to get some lunch. You hungry?" I asked. 

"I'm starving," he retorted, "and I have your lunch all planned." Jeff grabbed my carry-on and steered me through the airport. He stopped by a ladies room, and kissed me hard again. "I like you all dressed in you business suit," he started, looking at my tailored jacket and knee length fitted skirt. "I really like those shoes,' he smiled, glancing at the heels I was dying to kick off under an airplane seat. 

"Have you been watching the American President?" I laughed at him. 

"Nope," he chuckled back. "Now go in the ladies room and take off your bra, panties, and pantyhose," he said suddenly serious. I must have turned white and tried to back away. "Damn it. We don't have all day and night," he grumbled. "And I have a big afternoon planned. Get going." And I did as he asked, shoving my underwear into my over-sized purse and carefully buttoning up my suit jacket so no one would notice the nipples protruding through my blouse. Walking out to the parking garage, I didn't even ask Jeff where we going. 

Reaching his car, he asked "What do you think?' pointing at the older, used car he had purchased a month or so before. He unlocked the passenger door for me, but before opening it, he pushed me back against the car. His body leaned into mine and I could feel his erection as he pressed hard against me. The garage was dim and cool and he had parked back against a wall. There were people in the garage and I could see an occasional car driving, but fortunately, we couldn't be easily seen. Jeff's mouth found mine and he forced his tongue between my lips, kissing me deeply. His hands traveled to my ass and he pulled my skirt up over my hips. I struggled to pull it back down, conscious of the public nature of the garage and feeling the cold metal car on my naked cheeks. He roughly kneaded my ass in his two strong hands, rubbing me against his hard cock. I was horrified with the thought of what was about to happen.

I felt one hand slide down and his fingers circled the entrance to my pussy. "Undo my pants," he grunted, back away a bit and moving his hand to slide down over my clit. Inserting his fingers, he wiggled them inside me, as I moaned and fumbled with his waistband. 

"Jeff," I pleaded, "not here. At least, let's get in the car." His hard cock sprang free from his clothing. His response was to crouch down and slam his cock into me. I was thankful I was already lubricated, but even then my pussy was unprepared for the assault. The force of his entry lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands cupped my ass. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the scream, and wrapped my legs around his hips. He banged me against the side of the car as he pummeled my pussy with his cock. I felt my excitement building as Jeff continued to pound into me. My muffled screams were mixed with moans as he slid out of me and then forced his way back in, hitting my cervix with every stroke. His grunting was getting louder and I knew he would cum quickly as I stroked his cock with my muscles. He exploded inside me before I could cum. As he spurted what seemed like gallons inside me, I hung on to him tightly. When he finished, he kissed me quickly and lifted me from his cock. He was still semi-hard and I was longing for release. I moaned as his cock left me and he set me back on my feet. 

I was still holding on to him for support when he said, "Your turn is later." and stuffed his cock casually in his pants. I noticed two businessmen walking our way. Opening the door to the car for me, he stopped me from tugging my skirt down with a sharp "DON'T". I quickly slid into the car, and arranged my suit jacket to provide some amount of modesty. Jeff slammed the door and as he walked around the car, I heard him say hello to the businessmen. They had parked next to us and the driver looked from me to Jeff as he opened his door. I noticed him staring at my naked legs, his eyes following them up to where the tails of my jacket barely covered my mound. I looked quickly away, mortified. Jeff told me later the guy grinned and winked at him. When Jeff climbed in the driver's seat, I noticed he hadn't bothered to zipper his pants. We drove from the garage, the parking attendant leering at me when he took Jeff's money. Before we had made it to the street, Jeff pulled out his cock.

"Lick it clean, babe," he ordered. I leaned over and gingerly licked the head of his cock, holding the base firmly in one hand. It was still red and wet. I tasted the salty mixture of our fluids and enjoyed the feeling of his skin on my tongue. 

"Unbutton your jacket" was his next instruction. I did, never letting my tongue leave his cock. 

"Now your shirt," Jeff continued. I needed to use both hands on the tiny buttons and took his cock in my mouth to free my hands. I felt him grow harder as I sucked on him, and he wound his hand in my hair. When I had finished with the buttons, his hand pulled my head off his cock and I sat up. 

"Show me your tits," he commanded. I looked around us. We were on a busy city street, going about 25 miles an hour. There were cars everywhere, all around us.

"Jeff, please," I pleaded, knowing it was useless and I would do whatever he asked. 

"Show me your tits," he said more sternly, glancing from the road to me. I opened my blouse to his view. His hand left my head and spread my blouse so anyone could see I was naked underneath. He grabbed an engorged nipple and pinched it gently. "I love your tits," he praised as he pinched the other nipple and then groped my tit firmly. Pulling me back down by my breast, I wordlessly started sucking his cock again. I was moaning softly, even more horny than before. 

As the car slowed, Jeff released my breast and I felt his fingers at my clit. He grabbed it, and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, tugging gently. I screamed around his cock as the nerves of my pussy reacted to him. And just as quickly, he let go and lifting my head by the chin, said "We're here." I sat up to find we were parked outside a motel. I started to button my blouse. "Don't bother," Jeff warned as he exited the car. I wrapped the jacket around me, and let him help me from the car, my skirt still around my waist. He held me close as we walked the dozen or so feet to a door. He had the key out and hustled me inside. "I checked in earlier," he explained. 

The room was standard motel décor; a king size bed, desk, small arm chair, TV with remote and bathroom in the back. Jeff had added candles and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket. His duffle bag was on the dresser and the camera was conspicuously sitting beside it. The blinds were drawn so it was dark and the air conditioning was on full force. As I took stock of the room, he opened the wine and poured me some in one of those plastic glasses that motels always have. "Drink this," he handed me the glass. As I took a sips of the wine, Jeff lit the candles, giving the room a warm glow. He turned and stared at me. "Finish that glass now." I downed the rest in one long gulp. He took the glass from me and refilled it. "Drink it," he ordered. 

As I stood there gulping the wine, Jeff turned on the radio, grabbed the camera, sat on the edge of the bed and just watched me. I must have made quite a sight, hugging my jacket close to my body, my hair messed from his hand tugging on my head, heels but no stockings, my naked somewhat shakey legs, cum running down my thighs. Jeff took a picture. I set the empty glass on the desk and turned to face him. He took another picture. 

"Strip for me. VERY slowly," he said. I unwrapped the jacket and slid it from my shoulders as sexily as I could. I had decided I might was well enjoy this. My blouse was partially open, and my shaved pussy was fully visible as I let the jacket drop to the floor. Jeff took another picture. I pulled the skirt down so I could undo the zipper, and swaying to the music, slowly eased it over my hips, dropping it, and stepping out of where it fell around my ankles. I turned my back to him and bending from the waist, picked up my skirt and giving him a good view of my ass at the same time. I know Jeff was taking pictures. After folding the skirt and placing it on the desk, I did the same with the jacket, this time spreading my legs before I bent over. I heard him gasp. Turning around, I ran my hands up my thighs, over my tummy, before spreading the blouse open. My hands went to my tits and I rubbed them in circles, before playing with my nipples for a moment. Then I shrugged off the blouse and draped in on the desk. I was standing before Jeff, totally naked except for my black heels. He was holding the camera in one hand and his swollen, purple cock in the other. I placed a foot on the chair, and spread my pussy lips for him as he continued to click away with the camera.

"Is that what you wanted?" I flirted.




Friend with Benefits Ch. 4



"Oh yeah," he grinned. "I hope you're still horny!" 

"What do you think?" I teased, as I slid a finger inside my pussy and then rubbed my clit. I moaned and reached for the chair as my legs weakened. 

"Don't even think about cumming without me," Jeff demanded, his voice suddenly serious again. "Come over here and suck me. I want pics of your mouth wrapped around me." I took the few steps to him and dropped to my knees. Caressing his cock with one hand, I slide him past my lips while my tongue swirled around the head. Jeff groaned and took his pictures. 

Lifting my head off of him, he said, "Take down your hair." Much of it was out of the clip, but I unclasped the rest. 

"Get on the bed, on your knees and play with your tits," he directed, as he continued to take pictures.

"Please Jeff," I pleaded. I was so horny I ached for him. "I want you."

"Spread your legs," he ignored me, still taking pictures. He climbed on the bed and lay down, his erection hard and purple. "Now," he grinned, "sit on my cock. SLOWLY! I want pics of your pussy spreading to let me in."

Eagerly, I straddled him and grabbed his cock. Placing it at the opening to my pussy, I was moaning with anticipation. 

"SLOWLY," Jeff reminded me as his cock started to penetrate me. I lowered myself as slowly as I could, but my legs were shaking. I felt myself stretching as he went deeper and deeper inside me. Finally, I felt him touch my cervix and I slowly rose off of him. I ground down on him more quickly, thrusting my hip. Closing my eyes, I started to ride him in earnest, my moans becoming louder. I was sure I would cum any second, when I felt his hands on my hips. Jeff lifted me off.

"NO!" I howled, absolutely frustrated. 

He grabbed something off the bed table, saying, "Let's try this." It was a minature vibrator with elastic that could go around your legs. Rolling me over to my back, Jeff slid it on me and adjusted it. I moaned as Jeff touched me, making certain it was placed right on my swollen, hard clit, but he didn't turn it on. Jeff arranged the two pillows, one on top of each other and pushed me over them.

"Doggie style," he explained as I gasped and whimpered. "I know you cum hard that way."

I settled over the pillows, raising my ass and spreading my legs. "Oh God, Jeff," I whined, "fuck me now! PLEASE!" I heard him fumbling at the bed table again then felt him shift his weight behind me. His cock was pressing against my pussy, and he just held it there, teasing me. I had to have him and slammed back into him, impaling myself on his cock. He groaned as he grabbed my hips, and held me from moving. 

"Impatient?" he questioned. I tried to push his hands from my hips and he grabbed one of my wrists. I was so intent on fucking him, I never realized he was putting a handcuff on me. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my other wrist and my arms were handcuffed behind me, and I was resting on my shoulder. He started to fuck me slowly. I never realized you could fuck that slow. Each stroke was long and almost agonizing. Not having much balance, I couldn't do much more than arch my hips as my pussy sucked at him. I heard the camera again.

Jeff's hands ran over my ass, kneading it. I was certain he would drive me out of my mind, my moans becoming more scream-like with each stroke. Then I felt a finger circling my asshole. It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. Jeff was increasing the speed of his strokes, and I could feel myself at the edge, when I felt his finger press against my asshole. 

"No," I gasped, "NO!" His finger pressed harder. I was terrified. No one had ever put a finger or anything else up my ass. I had heard stories of women who liked it. I had also heard stories of how painful it could be. I had no desire to find out which was the truth. Jeff continued to pump my pussy as he pressed his finger against my asshole. 

"Jeff, oh God, don't Jeff," I cried. "It'll hurt. Please don't."

"Relax, baby," he soothed. "It won't hurt if you relax." Jeff continued to rock in and out of my pussy.

"Your finger's too big!" I screamed, "NO." I felt his finger enter me with a sharp, burning pain. I propelled myself forward, flattening out on the bed as much as possible with the pillows beneath me - anything to escape the digit in my ass. I succeeded in dislodging him from my pussy too. 

Re-entering my pussy, Jeff explained, "You need to relax. If you relax the muscles, it won't hurt."

"No," I refused to listen, shaking my head for emphasis. I felt a cool liquid dripping on my asshole, and screamed. 

"It's just a lubricant," Jeff said patiently. "My finger isn't that big, but lube will make it easier. RELAX"

Jeff started to thrust into my pussy again as his finger circled my asshole. He didn't attempt to push his finger, but kept steady pressure. I could feel myself relaxing as the sensations from my cunt started to flood my brain. I was moaning again as my body ached for orgasm. His finger popped inside my ass and he didn't go any further. I immediately tensed.

"No, don't tighten up. Relax your asshole," Jeff instructed, still pumping my pussy with slow even strokes. I tried to relax. I didn't have much choice. Jeff once again had me in a position I didn't want to be in and he was in complete control. He pushed his finger in a bit further and another stab of pain shot through my butt. But he didn't stop slowly fucking me and just held the finger invading me, as I got used to it. 

"Let me cum now, please," I begged, "no more, Jeff. Please?" My body was at a point where it hurt from over-stimulation. I needed to cum. I was shaking all over. 

"Soon baby," Jeff promised and increased his rhythm slightly as he pushed his finger in my ass to the knuckle. His strokes rocked me so that his finger was fucking me gently and I became used to the sensation. His finger wiggled inside me and he started to fuck me faster. I felt the long-awaited orgasm build again and a second finger entered my ass. Again I screamed as the pain shot through me. I momentarily tensed, but the sensations from my pussy were starting to overpower me. I buried my face in the bedding as Jeff reached and grabbed my tit with his other hand. Pinching the nipple slightly, the orgasm swept over me as my pussy started to convulse around Jeff's cock. It seemed to last forever as I moaned and bucked under him. The waves of ecstasy coursed through me. As they abated slightly, Jeff took his cock and fingers from me. I felt empty but the orgasm continued. I felt the head of his prink at my asshole. 

"NO," I yelled while gasping for air, still spasming. His cock pushed against me and the head entered my ass. I screamed, a scream of fear as much as pain. The pain increased as Jeff steadily but slowly made his way in my rectum. My tears were freely flowing. Then he switched on the vibrator over my clit. I had completely forgotten it was there. The orgasm rebuilt in intensity, exploding through me once again, as Jeff started to fuck my ass. All rationale thought was driven from me as I convulsed, screaming. Jeff's strokes increased and I heard him moaning through my haze. He pulled me hard to him as he stiffened and I felt his cock shudder and start to spurt. The sensation of hot cum in my ass was indescribable. Jeff continued to pump his sperm in my ass and the waves of pleasure rocked my entire being. 

I was completely spent, unable to form a rationale thought or even speak as Jeff removed himself from my trembling body. He took the handcuffs off and pulled me to him. Drying my eyes and kissing me gently, he pulled the covers over me.

"Sleep for a while. I'll be back in a few," he whispered as he headed for the bathroom.

"My plane," I forced out.

"You'll be on it. Don't worry, just rest," he assured me. I heard the shower start and don't remember anything, until Jeff woke me sometime later. My shoes had been removed and there was a pillow under my head. And Jeff was suckling on my breast and fingering my clit.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," he intoned, as my eyes fluttered open and I tried to focus on where I was. His arms scooped me up and carried me to the bath. The tub was full and he gently set me in it. 

With a kiss, he explained, "I thought you might like a bath."

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"We have time," he responded and left me in the tub. Jeff had dressed after his shower. I woke enough to bath and Jeff returned, wrapping me in a towel, and tenderly drying my body. Sitting me on the vanity by the sink, he kissed my neck, breasts, down over my stomach. I felt his tongue reaching through my lips and spread my legs for him. Pulling my legs up onto the vanity, he licked and sucked me, until I was once again oozing for him. His tongue darted into my pussy and his fingers went to work on my clit. It wasn't long before I came, flooding his mouth. He held me close and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. 

Breaking our embrace, he said, "You better dress, babe." My clothes, including my underwear, had been neatly laid out in the bathroom. I pinned my wet hair back up and reapplied my make-up. Exiting the bathroom, I noticed the appreciative look Jeff gave my returning business-like appearance. Wasting no time, we went out to his car and drove the short distance back to the airport. 

"Don't park. Just drop me off, Jeff," I requested. 

"Are you OK?" he questioned with genuine concern in his voice.

"Yes and no," I replied honestly. 

"No, I'll come in and wait with you," he said, fondling my hand.

"Not this time, Jeff," I responded with determination. 

"Alright," he sounded hurt. The car pulled to the curb at the passenger drop-off door and I grabbed my things. I gave him a quick kiss and ran into the terminal.