Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (15 page)

"I don’t know, because I live in an insane asylum."

Brian stared at it, dumbfounded. "Oh, yeah right."

"Is that too much?"

"I don’t know. When’s the last time you, uh, had one?" Brian asked hesitantly.

Stepping out of the shower, Jim searched his memory. "I think I had a wet dream maybe a year ago."

Brian widened his eyes. "Do it again in a couple days, and if it’s still like
that
, go see a doctor immediately."

"Uh, okay."

Brian gave him a tired look. "Can I leave now?"

"Yeah, go."

After opening the door, Brian turned back. "Hey, clean that up. You leave that for me, and I’ll kill you."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

Brian met his mother in the hall as she carried the laxative and a spoon. "Found it."

"I feel much better now. I got it out."

"You got it out?"

Brian gave his mother a serious look. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he looked her right in the eye. "Mom, I love you and everything, but you need to lighten the heck up. I’m going to go into the guest room. I have something to tell Jillian. I’m not going to fornicate with her, and I don’t plan to have gay sex with my brother anytime soon. Can you handle all that?"

"Oh, okay," she nodded slowly while appearing a bit overwhelmed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Were you burned with cigarettes or something, like, every day when you were a child?"

"No, why?"

"Then were you abused mentally or… ?"

"No." Thinking, she paused a moment. "I did go to an all girls' Catholic school for twelve years. The nuns were really mean."

After nodding, satisfied with her explanation, he let go of her shoulders. "So you won’t follow me or stand outside the door, listening, or set up any surveillance equipment or anything?"

"No, I trust you."

"Oh, okay. Good," he said casually and headed toward Jillian’s room, shaking his head with a look that screamed, "
Get me the fuck out of here!"

He knocked once, then slipped into Jillian’s room. He found her sitting on the bed. She looked up at him, obviously embarrassed. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine. It probably did him some good." He paused then made a face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How much semen is too much?"

"What?"

"Never mind." He knelt on the floor and put his head in her lap. "Please take me away from all this."

"Okay."

"Promise you won’t send me back here."

"I promise."

Picking his head up, he whispered, "My parents are not normal. My mom is..." He made a face, and Jillian cracked up. "I just had to guard the door while my brother... jerked off... while my mother was banging on the door and accusing us of having gay sex. I need to get out of here for a while, or I’m going to lose it."

Opening up her robe, she exposed her naked body to him. "Look I shaved completely before we left."

He looked closely between her thighs, and she spread her legs and ran her fingertip over herself. He smiled, wearing an almost dizzied expression. "You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen."

She grinned. "You want to drive to a cheap motel and do it on dirty sheets?"

"Why didn’t I think of that?"

"Let’s not even take a shower first."

"Okay, but how do we get out of here?"

After pausing to think, her eyes lit up. "Tell them I lost my cell phone, and we think I left it on the court." Grabbing him by the shirt, she pulled him up for a kiss before pushing him away and batting her eyes at him. "No telling how long it will take us to find it. I doubt it’s on the court. It could be almost, uh, anywhere."

After sharing a smile, he moved to the door while she reached for her clothes.

Jillian sat in the passenger seat, and Brian had just put the car in reverse when Jim came running out of the house to the car. Sighing, Brian lowered the window. "Sorry. Mind if I borrow your car?"

Jim asked, "Where are you going?"

"Just out for a while."

"Mom said you’re looking for Jillian’s cell phone."

Brian glanced at Jillian then back to Jim. "Yeah, that’s right."

Jim scoffed. "I saw her pick it up off the court. She has it."

"Yeah, so..."

"So, you’re going somewhere fun. Take me with you. I’m begging you."

After Brian's eyes met Jillian's blank expression, he turned back to Jim and stammered, "We’re, um, just going for a drive."

Jim's face lit up. "You guys are going somewhere to have sex aren’t you?"

She cringed, busted. Sighing, Brian hung his head low while gripping the steering wheel tightly. He turned to Jim and admitted, "We’re going to a motel to be alone, yes."

"Take me with you, or I’ll tell mom that Jillian took a shower with me just before we had gay sex and that you are lying about the cell phone."

"You wouldn’t."

"No, I wouldn’t, but please take me with you."

"Don’t tell me you want to watch."

Jim looked sickened. "No fucking way. I’ll get another room and watch TV, or something. Anything, just take me away from them. They want to play Scrabble. You get double points for any religious word."

After sharing a wide-eyed look with Jillian, Brian said, "Get in."

Ten minutes later, Jim spotted a sign for Atlantic City. He said excitedly, "It’s only ninety minutes from here. We can get nice rooms, and you guys can have some room service and do whatever you want..."

Jillian and Brian gave each other a "what-the-fuck" look, then Brian put his foot on the gas and headed onto the expressway.

Calling from the road, Jim told his parents they were on their way to visit one of Brian's college friends, and they were spending the night. Ninety minutes later, they arrived at the Borgatta and went to the front desk. Jillian booked two standard rooms and put them on her card. Jim convinced Brian to loan him his ID and $200 so he could get into the casino. Brian handed Jim his wallet, and he and Jillian rushed up to their room, where they ordered a meal and some champagne. They took a shower, ate, drank, and fucked like rabbits as Jim went to the casino and experienced a lucky streak that wouldn't end.

At midnight, Jim had turned Brian's $200 into $4,000, mostly by playing blackjack. As he headed out of the casino, he placed one last bet at the roulette table on 20. He placed a one hundred dollar chip down as the ball began to spin on the wheel. The ball popped around, then landed on 20 and stuck there. He walked away with $3,500 more.

A young woman noticed his win streak and followed him to the bar. Wearing a tight black dress, she was trim, sexy, and gorgeous. She sat across from him for a moment, made eye contact, then moved to the stool next to him. Jim took a sip from his beer and looked nervously at her.

"My name is Tatiana," she said with a Russian accent.

After looking around to see if she was speaking to someone else, he realized they were alone. "Hi, uh, I’m Jimmy—I mean, Jim."

Smiling, she leaned in closer to him. He glanced down at her cleavage and gave her a nervous smile.

"Will you buy me drink?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Seven and Seven."

The drink arrived, and Tatiana asked, "You staying here?"

"Yes."

"Are you looking for company tonight?"

He said, "Uh, sure."

"Five hundred for an hour or two thousand for the whole night."

His eyes widened in shock. She noticed, smiled, and added, "For that price, we can do anything you want. Well, except the anal. You want that, it cost another thousand."

He gave her a casual nod. "That makes sense." After pausing a moment to let the offer sink in, he rubbed his chin. "So, for $3,000 I can have anal sex with you all night long."

"Yes."

Tatiana leaned in an inch from his face. "And you never forget it."

He believed her; he really fucking believed her! Leaning back, he took a deep breath. "Look, you are gorgeous, but I can’t. I’m actually, uh, a virgin and—"

"You are virgin? Seriously?"

He nodded quickly.

After skeptically studying him for a moment, she smiled. "In that case, you probably don’t want anal."

He shook his head no.

"How about one thousand for whole night? I’ll suck your cock slowly for an hour, and I won’t even make you wear condom."

He swallowed hard. Placing her hand in his lap, she squeezed his rapidly growing bulge. "Looks like he wants to do it."

He nearly jumped out of his skin. "I, uh, appreciate the offer, but I really can’t." Slipping off the stool, he looked at her stunning body for a moment, having second thoughts. He shook his head, handed her a $100 chip, and headed to the cashier.

Jim's wallet was full of hundreds as he walked smiling through the lobby. He spotted a girl who looked about his age, sitting on a large sofa and reading a book. Sitting across from her, he looked around uneasily. She noticed him staring and glanced up at him a few times. She smiled. Jim focused on the book and saw that the title was
Business Law
.

He asked, "Are you taking a summer class?"

"Yeah, I go to Drexel. I'll be a senior."

"I'm starting my senior year also. I go to Penn—that's, like, a mile from Drexel."

"Really?" she asked.

"I'll prove it." Jim said nervously. He stood, got out his wallet, which happened to be Brian’s, reached into his other pocket, and got out his own wallet.

"You don't have to prove it. I believe you."

Grinning uneasily, he put both wallets back in his pockets and sat down next to her.

She narrowed her eyes. "What’s with the two wallets?"

"One’s my brother’s. That’s how I got into the casino."

"How’d you do?"

"I won."

"If you don’t mind my asking... how much?"

"About seventy-five hundred dollars," he announced proudly.

"Seriously?" She gave him a big smile. "Now, that, I want you to prove."

Reaching again for his wallet, he stopped. "Wait, you’re not a hooker are you? I mean, sorry... One just propositioned me in the casino."

"No way." She chuckled. "I’m Caroline, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. I’m Jimmy."

She frowned. "Jimmy? I hate that name."

He gave her a quizzical look, and she explained, "I knew a Jimmy in fifth grade. He told me he had something cool to show me. But then he showed me his penis. It wasn't cool. It was tiny. Now, whenever I hear the name I think..." She raised her eyebrows. "How about I call you James?"

He said in a faux deep voice, "James is fine."

"James, so do you gamble a lot?"

"This was my first time."

"Let me get this straight, you’re an underage, first-time gambler who just won seven grand and was propositioned by a prostitute?"

"Yep."

"Was she cute?"

He gave her a wide-eyed nod in response.

"How much was it going to cost?"

He grinned. "With or without the anal?"

"With, of course. You’ve got to have the anal." She looked at him with a straight face. "It’s the new oral, don’t you know?"

"What the hell does that even mean?" he asked. She shrugged, grinning, and they shared a chuckle.

Jim said casually, "And she said since I was a virgin it would only be a thousand, but that was sans anal."

Caroline nodded. "What? Are virgins not allowed to do anal?"

"She figured I wouldn’t want to."

"Makes sense. I wonder if there was a virgin discount for that?"

"You know, I didn't ask."

They both raised a curious eyebrow and sat in silence for a moment until he asked, "Who are you here with?"

"My sister and her boyfriend. They're up in our room having, like, a marathon sex session or something."

"Wow, me too. I mean, my brother is with his girlfriend. Have you heard of Jaclyn West, the romance novelist?"

"Sure," she said, her curiosity piqued. "You actually know Jaclyn West?"

"I can prove that, too." Pulling out his cell phone, he clumsily dropped it on the floor. After he picked it up, he noticed her grinning at him. He said, "Sorry. I'm a little nervous. I don’t usually do this well with a girl."