Friends With Partial Benefits (19 page)

Laughing, she leaned back, really enjoying the rub as he studied her foot in the moonlight. "Jesus, even your feet are, like, perfectly-shaped, your toes are exquisite, and..."

She gazed down at him. "I’m really starting to like this whole thing."

He began rubbing her foot harder, more sensually, as he wore a serious expression. "And when we play tennis, it’s like we’re... we’re so in sync."

She looked at him, breathing heavily and nodding as if he were stealing the words right out of her mouth.

Brian gently kissed her foot. "Also, not rule-breaking behavior." He kissed each one of her toes while she stared at him desperately. Then he gently placed her foot back into the water, swam out to the center of the pool, and treaded water. After catching her breath, she slipped into the pool and followed him.

She treaded water alongside him with her breathing a little quieter now. "I’ve never been so connected, attracted, and in tune with another person in my life, and yet I don’t need to actually have sex with you. I mean, I’d love to really screw your brains out right now, but..."

He gave her a casual look. "Oh, me also."

Jillian started again, "But since we can’t, for obvious reasons, I’m so totally fine with this arrangement."

"We’ve only known each other, like, five days, but it seems like forever. I could go on like this for years and years."

"Yes," Jillian said wholeheartedly while spinning and treading water.

Brian mimicked her silly spin move. "That tiebreak we played the other day was like..." They each stopped spinning and gazed into each other’s eyes as Brian collected his thoughts and then continued, "…sex. That last long point, where we were both focused and absolutely nailing the ball and pushing each other to the limit was like... our sex, you know? And when you won the point with that amazing shot, and we both just were trying to catch our breath, it was like we... we came together."

She looked at him like she wanted to fuck the rules and him right along with them there in the water.

He stared deeply into her eyes. "We don’t have to fuck, because when we play tennis, it’s like we’re fucking. When we play, it feels like I’m inside you, you know?"

"Uh-huh," was all she could manage to say.

They continued treading water, just staring as each other for a few seconds longer while barely breathing. Pulling himself back to reality, he shook his head quickly, then moved away from her. He was slightly more in control at that moment than she was as he swam over to take a hit off the joint. He turned back to her and looked her in the eye. "I’m completely hard just talking about that tiebreak."

"Let’s see," Jillian said breathlessly.

Brian quickly switched to the backstroke and his fully-erect penis stuck out of the water in her full view as he swam toward her. He said, "Are we really that high, or is this whole partial benefits thing just about the best fucking idea that two people ever came up with?"

She nodded in silence, unable to take her eyes off his erection.

"My dick is so hard right now, but I don’t really need to sleep with you."

"Uh, huh. Best... idea... ever," she said softly and completely unconvinced.

"Do you have any more of that pot that I can take back to school with me?"

Before she could answer, the lights in the house blasted on. Her eyes went to the patio door. "Oh no."

Brian looked over, and they both swam to the edge of the pool closest to the house. Rob appeared at the door, carrying a beer. Jillian pulled Brian over a few feet, under the cover of the diving board, as Rob walked out to the patio and sat at the table, about fifteen feet away. Jillian and Brian held perfectly still and silently giggled just out of Rob’s view. After putting out the joint, she gently waved the smoke away.

Rob took a sip from his beer, pulled out his cell phone, and typed a text message. When he received a reply, he let out a huge belch and a string of expletives, and then typed another message. He finished his beer in a few big chugs, and then he farted loudly. The high couple in the pool covered their mouths to keep themselves from bursting out laughing while Rob stood and went into the house. As he closed the door, Jillian smiled until she heard the sound of the door being locked.

"Oh shit," she said, as her smile quickly morphed into a frown.

"Oh shit, what?"

"He locked us out."

"What are we going to do?" Brian smiled, his high still in full swing.

"He’ll never believe that we’re just two friends taking a late-night nude swim."

"Do you have a towel or anything out here?"

"Nothing."

"Shit!"

They watched as the lights on the first level of the house were turned off. Quietly getting out of the pool, she made her way to the patio door. She attempted to open it and every window on the back of the house and found them all to be locked. Smiling broadly, Brian admired the look of her body from his vantage point in the pool.

She looked back at him and snapped, "Are you coming?"

Jillian and Brian snuck around to the front of the house. Checking the front door and windows, she found them all locked. They rushed over to her car, found it unlocked, and climbed into the backseat. Jillian leaned over into the front seat to reach the glove box and search for a spare key. While she did, Brian sat back and admired the view. He placed a hand on her ass, and she turned to glare at him.

He looked at her confidently. "I was nowhere near the, uh—"

"Is this really the time?" She gave him a tired look.

He rolled his eyes a little as she closed the glove box and then returned to the back seat without the key. Sitting back, she put on a serious expression. "I know... Victoria has a spare key, and she only lives two blocks away."

She gave him the address and explicit instructions to return quickly with the key.

He opened the door, got out of the car, and quietly headed off. As he walked toward Victoria’s, he was having a hard time keeping a straight face because of the lingering effects of the pot. He snuck down the street, completely naked and trying to stay out of sight, while repeating the address over and over so he wouldn’t forget. "Fourteen Seventeen. Fourteen Seventeen." When he reached the correct address, he rushed to the front door, rang the bell, and waited without bothering to cover his groin. Victoria looked through the sidelight to check who was there. When she saw it was Brian and that he was completely naked, she ripped open the door and yanked him inside before he had a chance to say a thing.

Closing the door, she stood with a grin on her face, just admiring his body. He stood before her with his arms folded, wearing an impaired glassy-eyed stare. Her eyes finally traveled up to his face. "Does Jillian know you’re here?"

"She sent me." Victoria smiled widely until he added, "She sent me to get her spare key." Looking down, he noticed
everything
was completely
out
and quickly covered it up with both hands. "Sorry about that."

She glanced down, frowned, and then back to his face. "Don’t worry about it. Why do you need the spare key?"

"We kinda locked ourselves out."

"Naked?"

"Well, yes, we were swimming, and Rob locked us out."

"You guys did it!" She shot him a big grin.

"No, we decided to just be friends. Only friends. It’s way too complicated, and I’m still in love with Natalie—at least, I think I am. She can do this thing with her leg—"

"Friends who swim naked together in a pool?" she interrupted as she shook her head, confused.

"Exactly! We have this whole cool arrangement called friends—" He stopped himself, remembering the rules. Turning a fake key on his lips, he shut them tight.

She looked at him like he was crazy. Then she remembered Jillian telling her not to touch Brian until she made up her mind if she was going to pursue a relationship with him. It sure sounded like she had made up her mind. Victoria pondered this while looking at Brian’s pecs. "Where’s Jillian?"

"Hiding in her car."

"Naked?"

"Yes, she is. I’m kind of in a hurry, since she's naked and all, so if I could just get some clothes and the key, I’ll..."

"Relax, she’ll be fine for a few more minutes." Sitting back on the sofa, she continued to look him over. "Are you drunk?"

"Not really. I mean, I had some drinks earlier, but I’m fine now." He broke into silly laughter for no apparent reason.

She eyed him strangely. "Okay let me get you all taken care of."

Victoria returned with the keys, a pair of the tightest, shortest shorts, and a half shirt. When she handed him the clothes, he scoffed. "You’re serious?"

"That’s all I have." She looked him in the eye wearing a straight face.

She took a good look at his penis as he slipped on the tight shirt that barely covered his stomach. She watched as he struggled to slip on the shorts. Once he had them fully on, an uncomfortable look appeared on his face, as the super-tight shorts were smothering all of his manly parts. When Brian shimmied uncomfortably,
he
popped out the side of the shorts. He looked relieved until he glanced down and saw it hanging there. Giggling, he glanced at her. "I guess I can’t go out like this."

After staring at the problem area, mesmerized, she shook her way back to reality. "Just shove it back in."

He tried twice, but each time it fell back out.

She grinned with her eyes still locked on it. "Do you want some help?"

Before he said, "Sure," she was already on her way over. She knelt in front of him and held
it
in her hands, admiring it as he stood there, looking straight ahead, desperately trying not to laugh.

Licking her lips, she stared at his manhood. "So, uh, you guys are only going to be friends?"

She looked up at his face and caught his nod. Smiling, she returned her gaze back down to it. "You’re sure?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely." He started to giggle.

"What is it?"

"It tickles a little."

Victoria held his penis gently, contemplating what, exactly, to do with it. He looked at her. "Your hands are so warm."

"Is Jillian really locked out?"

"Yepper."

Exhaling deeply, she tore her eyes away from his groin and up to his face. "Will you let her in and come right back here?"

"I guess I could." He rocked back and forth slightly with his eyes closed.

Carefully sliding him back into the shorts, she directed
it
across his hip. She smiled since it looked like he was trying to smuggle a good-sized sausage. Victoria began adjusting him in the tight shorts, and she could tell that it was starting to grow. She wasn’t sure if she was actually trying to help him, or if she was trying to get him hard. When his penis flopped out again, it was quite a bit bigger from all her attention. Instead of trying again, this time she massaged it with both hands as he exhaled deeply.

"You do have one gorgeous cock." Closely admiring it, she licked her lips.

"Thanks," Brian said casually, as if he’d heard it a thousand times before.

After examining the logistics of getting him back in those shorts, she narrowed her eyes. "I don’t think I can get it back in, because it keeps getting bigger."

"Well that’s because you keep playing with it. Maybe if you stopped pulling on it," Brian mockingly scolded her as he patted her on the head like a dog while fighting back a laugh.

She looked him in the eye. "Are you high?"

After pausing, he grinned at her. "Maybe."

He tried to pull himself together. "I’m fine. But I really need to get back to Jillian. So, maybe you can actually help me get everything back inside, so I can go."

"Okay," Victoria stopped the near-hand job, stood, and really decided to give it some thought now. Staring down at the problem area, she rubbed her chin. "Why don’t you put the shorts on backwards? I think they have more coverage in the back."

Brian slipped the shorts off, turned them around, and they did, in fact, fit a little better in the front, but the back was another story. He looked down, a little more satisfied, glanced at Victoria, and she nodded her approval. Then he spun around for her to check out the back and asked how he looked. Craning his neck back, he tried to see his ass, but could not. In the back, the shorts were disappearing into his crack, and the bottoms of each cheek were sticking out. Brian looked a little like a woman heading out to the beach in St. Tropez. Smirking, she told him he looked fine. She reached out to give him the keys but would not let them go as he tried to take them.

She continued to hold them tight. "You promised you would come back."

"I know."