Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (11 page)

Athletic director Victoria Wilde walked into the shower room bare-ass naked. In the center of the room, a rain showerhead hung from above, and surrounding the room were six showerheads, two on each wall. Walking past the six hot young men showering against the walls, she sauntered over to stand under the fall of the gently flowing warm water. She closed her eyes and tipped her face toward the ceiling, letting the water kiss her hair and body.

All eyes were on her as she moved from under the spray and slowly turned, drinking in the six perfect athletes, each with his distinctly shaped, flaccid penis hanging before her. Licking her lips, Victoria wore a sexy smile. She put her hands between her legs and began slowly stroking herself. Gazing at the prospects, she announced, "Who really wants to make this team?"

All six men raised their hands high as they stood at attention.

"Show me what you have. I want to see you at your best. I expect 110%! Show me now!"

The six took hold of their penises and began to stroke them. Spinning around slowly, she enjoyed the show, as the cocks grew right before her eyes.

When they all reached full size, she took her time studying them and noting in her mind what she liked most about each one. All had a unique feature or two that she wanted to explore. Some were long; some were thick. Others had fat heads, and others didn’t. But all were delicious and perfect in their own way.

She spun around once more, growing dizzy from the array of choices before her and pondering which to visit first. Parting her lips, she stared directly at one; she had made her choice. Pointing to her lucky man, she motioned for him to join her. He grinned at his envious competitors as he headed to the center of the room. Once he reached her, she slipped to her knees and planted tiny kisses over his abdomen. His erection flinched and throbbed with anticipation.

She pulled back and took hold of it. Opening her mouth wide, she closed her eyes, and
—

There was a quick knock at the door, and it popped opened. A tall, lean, good-looking football player wearing only a towel stepped inside. Scanning the room, his eyes settled on Victoria, who was still peering through the blinds with intense focus.

"Oh, sorry," he muttered, yanking her from her fantasy. Surprised, she hurriedly moved away from the window.

He grinned at her and said in a southern accent, "Sorry, miss. I shouldn’t have barged in here like that. I was looking for Coach."

"I was just, uh, curious what was behind that window." She gazed at him with her face flushed crimson.

"I’m Chase. You the coach’s daughter?"

She smiled. "Now, you know I’m not... But aren’t you sweet?"

"You’re just about the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day."

Drinking in his body in that towel, she stopped briefly at the sizeable lump protruding from his groin before looking him in the eye. "John stepped out for a minute."

"I saw you watching. So, how do we look?" Chase asked.

She stared at him with her eyes wide, busted. "Oh, I didn’t see anything, um... What?"

He chuckled. "Out on the field. How’d we look?"

"Oh, sorry… Great. You guys look great." She stared at the floor, mortified.

Looking at her closely, he narrowed his eyes. "Aren’t you the TA in Psych 301?"

Her eyes brightened as she returned to his chiseled face. "I am."

"I thought I recognized you."

"How do you like the class?"

"It’s good, but I’m struggling a little. That paper we have to write... I need a topic."

"I have office hours every Monday at four. Come see me if you need help."

"I will." He stared into her eyes. "Well, I hope you come to another practice. I’ll stop back later to see the coach. I should go get dressed."

"Nice to meet you."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine."

Nodding to her politely, he left the room. She paused a moment before raising her eyebrows as she returned to the window. Peering through the blinds, she watched while Chase strolled to his locker. The room was mostly empty; at least, as far as she was concerned it was. He removed his towel, and she stared at his tight ass as he faced away from her. Turning to face her, he put his leg up on the bench and began to dry his legs, his large flaccid penis hanging down halfway to his knees.

Victoria breathed out deeply. God, he was sexy!

Glancing with a smile at the window, he stared right at the tiny slit where Victoria was peering at him. She parted her lips as her eyes went from his face to his chest and abs, then back to his groin. He had a good-looking penis, she thought. She wondered how much better looking it was when hard.

Toweling off his groin area, he pushed his equipment up and out toward her while wearing a proud grin. She gasped. Spreading the blinds wider apart, she took a closer look at his prize before making eye contact with him. He looked to be chuckling at her, but that didn’t deter her or cause him to cover up. After dropping his towel on the bench, he reached back into his locker at an odd angle, in an obvious attempt to keep his manhood on display as he grabbed his underwear. He pulled his boxer briefs on, adjusted his abundant package, and slowly turned away.

With the show now over, Victoria moved her attention to the center of the office. She was completely worked up from the experience. Sighing, she sat on the sofa and picked up a
Sports Illustrated
.

A few minutes later, John came through the door. "Sorry I had to leave you in here."

She shook her head as if it were no big deal.

"You must have been bored out of your mind. All I have are those issues of
Sports Illustrated
."

"I enjoy looking at the athletes," she assured him, although he had no idea how much she really did.

Smiling at her, he sat on the corner of his desk. "God, you're beautiful." She looked at him, embarrassed, as he continued, "I’d really like to give it another try. I think I might not disappoint you."

"I’d love to."

"I think those links really helped. I can’t thank you enough."

"No need to thank me, and no pressure. You can't rush these things. Let’s just take it slow and see what happens." She placed the magazine on the table and stared into his eyes.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Obviously, something with you."

They shared a smile.

The next day, Victoria held office hours for the Psychology 301 class. Arriving a few minutes after four, Chase appeared at her door.

She gazed up to him in mock surprise. "Chase."

"Miss Wilde."

"Victoria," she corrected him.

"Victoria... Is this a good time?"

Smiling, she motioned for him to enter. He walked in, closed the door, and sat in a chair directly in front of her desk. He wore a muscle shirt and long shorts. After glancing once again down at his pronounced bulge, she tore her eyes away. "What can I do for you?"

"The paper, I—"

"You need a topic, right?"

"Yes, ma’am."

She turned her computer screen toward him. "Let’s do an Internet search."

Standing, he moved closer. He leaned his thighs up against the corner of her desk, which put his impressive bulge less than two feet from her. He watched as she briefly glanced at his midsection then back up to his face, a bit flustered. "So it’s, uh, abnormal psychology, is it?"

"Yeah."

As Victoria stretched toward the keyboard and typed the phrase into the search bar, her short skirt rode up, exposing her firm, shapely legs. He took full advantage and leaned over to stare at her legs.

She clicked a link. "Okay, so we have bipolar disorder, depression, narcolepsy, uh, antisocial per—"

Tearing his eyes from her thighs, he focused on the screen. "Isn’t narcolepsy the sleep thing?"

"Yes, narcolepsy is a sleep disorder that causes excessive sleepiness and frequent daytime sleep attacks."

"That’s interesting. Aren’t we also permitted to choose a sexual disorder as the topic?"

"Yes."

"What is E.D.? I hear those commercials. I know it means you can’t get hard, but what exactly does that stand for?"

She eyed him a little uneasily. "Erectile dysfunction."

"Duh, that makes sense. It would really suck to have that."

"It's a difficult problem. A whole host of issues can cause it, from physical to emotional, to any combination of the two."

Glancing down at her chest, he locked his eyes on her cleavage. "I’ll probably choose that or narcolepsy, then."

Her gaze traveled down his body, stopping at his midsection, where she stared with her mouth watering. "Great. Well, if you, uh, get started and want me to take a look at the shaft, let me know."

Her eyes shifted up to his face where she found him staring back at her, wearing a confused grin. Playing the words over in her mind, her face turned slightly pink. "I meant
draft
. If you want me to look at your paper."

"I
definitely
want you to look at it." After pausing for that comment to sink in, he smiled. "In fact, I'm going to start working on it right now."

"That's great."

"Thank you again, Miss Wil—I mean, Victoria."

Grinning, he slipped out of the room.

She spun her chair away and stared at the wall, fanning her hands at her face and fantasizing about looking over the whole thing, not just, well… you know.

Forcing herself back to reality, her thoughts quickly went to John. She was hoping her date with him that night would quench her thirst before she got herself in too much trouble.

Victoria arrived at John’s at eight that night for dinner. He led her to the kitchen, which had windows that overlooked the backyard. There, a shirtless young man was building a retaining wall. She instantly recognized him as Chase and stared out at him, admiring his bulging muscles and lean, tall build.

Glancing out to the backyard, John noticed Chase had begun collecting his tools. He turned to Victoria. "Sorry. He’s wrapping up for the day now, and I just need to have a word with him. He’s one of my star players, and he's making some spending money helping me out. Come out with me, and I’ll introduce you."

"I’ve met him—I’m the TA in the psychology class he’s taking. He’s already dropped by my office for... uh... extra help."

Together, they walked out to the patio. Chase spotted her immediately. "Miss Wilde." He tipped his cowboy hat to her.

He was covered in sweat. His shorts, which were practically falling off his lean body, were seated four inches below his belly button. Her eyes first went there, then to his face.

John asked, "All done?"

"Yes, Coach."

She smiled. "How’s that paper coming?"

"Oh, just fine."

After removing his gloves, Chase picked up a large bottle of Gatorade and chugged it down.

John said, "It’s a hot one today."

Chase wiped his mouth with his wrist. "If you had a pool, I’d have fallen in by mistake long ago."

"I live right down there." She pointed toward her house, and Chase followed her finger. "Go cool off in my pool, if you want."

Languidly lifting up his hands, he placed them behind his head. "Oh, I couldn’t."

"Go ahead. The code for the back gate is two-three-one-two. There are towels in that cabinet beside the house."

"You sure it’s no trouble?" Chase asked.

"I insist. In fact, whenever Coach is working you to death, consider it an open invitation."

Chase tipped his hat again. "I might just take you up on that."

As John made some final preparations in the kitchen, Victoria looked out toward her backyard, which was about four hundred feet away. She watched as Chase stripped off his shorts and dove into the pool in his boxer briefs.

After taking a big sip of wine, she smiled at John. "Chase seems like a good kid."

"He is. They think he might go in the first round in next year's NFL draft."

"Huh," she muttered as she stared back out the window to find Chase swimming across the pool.

John served some kind of chicken pasta meal, which wasn't bad at all, but Victoria ate with one eye on the window, where she could occasionally still see Chase. After the hunky wide receiver left her backyard, she was able to fully focus on her date.