Friends With Partial Benefits (14 page)

Jillian arrived, walked to the pool area through the gate, and looked at Victoria apologetically.

"I’m not talking to you yet." Frowning, Victoria folded her arms.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come down on you like that, especially since I think I did something much worse. I, uh—" Jillian started to say but stopped when she saw Kurt nearby.

Victoria looked at Kurt. "He doesn’t mind a little girl talk. Do you Kurt?"

"No, I’ve heard some things that would, uh..." he began, but ended by shaking his head.

Jillian plopped down in a lounger and looked at the newly-built house behind Victoria’s. The house was large and about a hundred yards away. The backyard had a clear view into Victoria’s yard.

Jillian asked, "Did they move in up there yet?"

"Yeah."

"It’s a shame about your view. Are you still going to have those tall trees planted to get back your privacy?"

Victoria grinned then looked over at the house. "The view is actually a lot better now."

"What are you talking about?"

"There’s a hot guy who moved in there. I’ve been waiting for him to come over, but it hasn’t happened yet. We’ve only exchanged waves a couple times."

"Is he married?"

"Not sure. I think I’ll take something over to welcome him to the neighborhood. Maybe I’ll bake something," Victoria said.

Jillian gave her a skeptical look. "You can’t bake."

"I’ll figure some way to welcome him."

Jillian shook her head disapprovingly. "Okay, but be sure he’s not married first."

Victoria frowned again. "Did you come over here to give me crap, or..."

"No, I came to tell you Brian made me this incredible breakfast in bed."

"Great, so you guys did it then?" Victoria gave her a broad smile.

"No. Would you let me finish?" Jillian snapped, making Victoria’s smile fade. "Anyway, after breakfast, we played tennis together, and he’s great and a good sport, unlike Giant Pube Boy.

"Who’s Giant Pube Boy?" Victoria asked.

"You remember, from a couple weeks ago?"

Victoria looked at her, confused. Jillian matter-of-factly pulled out her phone, loaded up the picture, and handed the phone to Victoria.

"I do remember now. The blind date who ended up in your pool, naked." Victoria studied the picture, smiling. "I still can’t see his penis. Where is it again?"

"It’s in there somewhere."

Victoria glanced up at Kurt. "You’ve got to see this."

He happily walked over, looked at the picture, and then laughed. "Wow, that’s a lot of hair."

As he walked away, Victoria asked, "You’re trimmed down there, aren’t you, Kurt?"

"You know it," he said without looking back.

Jillian shook her head with a smile. "Anyway… so after we finished playing, he went to take a shower, and I kinda sorta went to ask him if he needed any towels or anything—"

"Towels?" Victoria said, accusatorily.

"Yes, towels. Would anyone buy that?"

"No, but please continue. This is getting good."

Jillian whispered, "I kind of caught him jerking off in the shower, and I stood there and watched while he finished."

"Did you do anything... else?"

"Not really," she continued whispering. Then she looked over at Kurt, who either wasn’t hearing any of this or listening intently and trying to play it cool.

"You didn’t join him?"

"No, I... uh... thought about it, but Rob came home and..."

"Oh, you should have played less tennis and done more fucking!"

Jillian took a moment to processes that possibility. "I think it would be a mistake. He’s Rob’s best friend and all, and nearly half my age, but God, is he sexy!"

"Life is short. You’ve got to seize the opportunities you're given. It’s not like you have a lot of them."

Jillian glared at her a moment, then nodded in agreement. "For argument's sake, let’s say I do want to sleep with him, but I’m so out of practice that I’ve forgotten exactly how to do everything. What do young guys like?"

"I can give you the perfect plan to blow his mind and keep him coming back for more. Once you do this, he will follow you around like a lost puppy just begging for you to do it again."

Jillian looked at her expectantly.

"First, have him lie on his stomach, fresh from a good, long, hot shower. Then you—" She looked over at Kurt. "Sorry, Kurt. I don’t want you to hear all my secrets."

She whispered the rest of the procedure into Jillian’s ear. Jillian listened intently, asked a few questions, and looked turned on by most of what she heard and a little put off by the rest.

"And that does it?" Jillian asked.

"Like you wouldn’t believe." Victoria said confidently. "You really would need to like a guy to do all that."

Jillian nodded along in complete agreement.

"You need a perfectly-groomed guy, as it were. For example, no one is doing any of
that
to Pube Boy," Victoria added as they both shared a sickened look. "I once brought a young guy right to the edge four times before I let him come. He nearly jumped out of his skin. But when I thought he had finally had enough, I did that last thing I told you about, and he, uh... He claimed it was the biggest orgasm of his life."

Jillian looked at her in awe.

"That’s why I think there are so many divorces today—married couples just don’t have enough really good sex. I’m not talking about five minutes of 'I’m-exhausted, we-have-to-get-up-in-five-hours, we-just-finished-watching-the-local-news, but do-you-really-feel-like-doing-it?' sex. I mean, the up-to-bed-early-on-a-weeknight, take-a-good-shower, slip-on-some-lingerie, and really-go-at-it sex. Your basic blow-job, oral-for-her, sixty-nine, regular-old-fashioned, and then-maybe-a-little-backdoor, around-the-world sex."

Jillian watched her, bleary eyed. "This
is
just one night we’re talking about, right?"

Ignoring the question, Victoria grinned. "You go ‘around the world’ with your husband a couple times a month, and he won’t be straying. You won’t be finding yourself at an attorney’s office, arguing over who gets custody of the dog."

Jillian looked at Victoria like she was really making some sense, and Victoria summarized it with this last gem, "Look, all I know is that it’s really hard for a couple to ask for a divorce from each other when their genitals are buried in each other’s faces."

Jillian looked sheepishly at Victoria. "Brian still seems to be hung up on that college girl. I don’t want to do anything to screw that up for him."

"You’d actually be doing him a favor. You give him one good night, and he goes back to school full of confidence and sweeps that girl off her feet. She won’t know what hit her."

"Maybe you’re on to—"

"Someone needs to help him out. If you don’t, maybe I should," Victoria said half- jokingly.

"Okay. I’ll let you know, but keep your paws off until I figure this out."

"Deal, but if you do sleep with him, please record it and e-mail it to me."

After rolling her eyes, Jillian smiled at her.

Just then, a man in his mid-forties exited the back door of the house behind Victoria’s and approached the grill. Jillian and Victoria watched as the tall, muscular man in the polo shirt and shorts bent down to turn on the gas in the tank and then stood to fire up the grill.

"What’s he, like, forty-five? Isn’t he a little too old for you?" Jillian kidded.

Smiling, Victoria waved to him as she growled, "Very funny."

The man looked over, smiled back, and returned the wave.

"He’s cute," Jillian said.

"Look at those broad shoulders... I should really learn to bake."

The man walked toward the house. Turning back, he smiled, waved again, and disappeared inside.

Victoria squirmed in her chair a little. "Are you hot? I’m hot... I wonder what Austin is doing tonight."

Jillian narrowed her eyes at Victoria, who was clearly in need of some male attention. Little did Jillian know that it had been quite a few days since Victoria’s last encounter. She was in desperate need, and after her two recent interrupted fantasies, Victoria could think of nothing other than a party of three.

As soon as Jillian left, Victoria called Austin. She told him she was having a party and that he and his gorgeous friend, Steve, were invited.

At Jillian’s, Rob slept at home that night. He and Brian stayed in and watched movies. Finding his mind wandering during the films, Brian thought mostly about Jillian and how much fun they had playing tennis. He thought a lot about how freaking incredible she looked in her short tennis skirt. Natalie also crossed his mind once or twice. Was she somewhere thinking about him, or was she with some other guy? He wished he knew.

Jillian was somewhat relieved that Rob was at home, since it lifted the possibility of anything happening between Brian and her that night. It gave her a chance to think about everything and also a chance to continue writing, since she was on a roll. She had written a few pages after the previous day at the pool, but while the guys spent time in front of the TV, she wrote for hours—more than she had in weeks. Her recent fantasies starring Brian, her actual firsthand experience watching him, and her recent conversation with Victoria had filled her mind with more ideas than she could process. She spent the day jotting down ideas on Post-it notes, making notes in her notebook, and recording voice memos on her phone. After spending some time organizing her notes, she wrote well into the night.

When she finally closed her laptop cover just after midnight, she was so horny that she had to touch herself for the second time in less than twelve hours. Jillian had never before done that twice in a single week.

As Jillian was attending to her needs, Austin and his friend, Steve, also in his mid-twenties, sat far apart on the giant L-shaped sectional sofa in Victoria’s living room. Each nursed a beer while Victoria prepared in the bedroom. In the center of the room, Victoria had moved together two center sections from her sofa and had placed a crisp, clean, white sheet over them. The guys didn’t say a word to each other as they sat waiting, tossing concerned glances at the covered sofa pieces, which sat directly before them. They wondered what kind of party this was, exactly. Victoria seemed like the kind of woman who would have no shortage of friends, so the fact that it was only the two of them seemed very strange.

When Victoria appeared, wearing a tiny, bright blue lace bra with matching thong, they forgot all about the furniture placement. Steve choked a little on his beer as she approached them, wearing a sexy smile. "I’ve been thinking about this all day."

Austin’s eyes locked in on her hard nipples as they fought to break free from their sheer cover-up, and Steve stared at her with his mouth agape.

Austin said, "You look amazing."

Victoria smiled at the compliment. "Why are you two sitting so far apart?" The guys looked at each other, a little shocked, and then she added, "You’ll need to be a lot closer together if we’re going to do what I’ve been fantasizing about all day."

Steve glanced at Austin, a little put off, and then swallowed hard. Adjusting his quickly crowding shorts, Austin continued to stare at Victoria.

She licked her lips. "I’ve always wanted to see if I could fit two in my mouth at the same time... and maybe other places as well."

Steve’s jaw dropped. "We’re not, uh, bi or anything."

Victoria scoffed. "You guys don’t have to do anything to each other. You’re here to please me." She unclasped her bra and revealed her breasts as she added, "Things... may touch a little here and there. Is that... okay?"

"Well, uh..." Austin began as Victoria pulled down her panties and started running her fingers slowly between her thighs.

Steve glanced at Austin. "I think that might be okay. I’m, uh, comfortable with my..."

Slipping her fingers inside, she closed her eyes for a moment and moaned. Austin and Steve’s eyes were glued to what her hand was doing as their shorts began to get more and more crowded.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Victoria asked.

The two stared at her dumbfounded until she gave them a tired look. Then they jumped up and quickly stripped off their clothes. Victoria eyed Steve up and down, then stopped in the middle to stare at his growing manhood. Licking her lips, she looked over at Austin. He was more than ready, as well.

Victoria kneeled next to the sheet-covered sofa sections and motioned for them to join her. Without looking at each other, her boy toys approached.

She led them into position on the sofa sections until they were seated, facing each other. Moving behind Austin first, she guided him until he was lying flat with his legs spread. Next, she moved behind Steve and coaxed him down on the opposite side. The parts she was interested in were a few inches apart as she knelt down between them. Their eyes were locked on her body, mesmerized.