Friends With Partial Benefits (30 page)

He rinsed and dried his face and then pondered that while he met her gaze as she looked at him through the mirror. Turning to her, he smiled. "I have no idea what that is, but it sounds hot."

She popped to her feet, grinning. He tossed the towel on the sink and met her in the middle of the bathroom. There, they kissed; it was a long, deep kiss. Pulling back from him, she rubbed her finger gently over his smooth upper lip and smiled. "Much better."

They kissed again. With the heat rising between them, he ran his hands down to her ass and scooped her off the floor. Still locked in a kiss, she wrapped her legs around him. He turned and slowly headed to the bedroom.

Their sex that night was extraordinary and a lot like the McEnroe-Borg Wimbledon tiebreak; lots of sweating, long rallies, heavy breathing, and it went on and on for what seemed like forever. This time, though, there were two winners.

THE END...

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ALSO
BY LUKE YOUNG

SHRINKAGE

CHOCOLATE COVERED BILLIONAIRE NAVY SEAL

CHANCES AREN'T

The
Friends With... Benefits Series:

FRIENDS WITH PARTIAL BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH MORE BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH EXTRA BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH WAY TOO MANY BENEFITS (releasing 12/17/2013)

I hope you enjoyed
Friends With Partial Benefits
. I’ve had this story in my head since a girl, I won’t mention by name, actually broke my heart in college in pretty much the exact way outlined in this book. She really could do that thing with her leg and when I saw her do it at a party, I was hooked. Okay, so I was a shallow pathetic inexperienced loser… 'Miss flexibility' did end up secretly dating my suite mate and stringing me along. I really do think she enjoyed messing with my head just as much as Natalie did in the story. I did go on that spring break trip with my suite mate (while all this was going on), but it was Texas and not Miami. I was as clueless as Brian… Those two crazy real-life kids got married and I assume had like twelve kids together or something. Unfortunately that’s where the ‘based on the truth’ part of the story ends and my imagination takes over. There was no hot mother, no 'technical virgin' story line, no super-fun Victoria or any of the other stuff you hopefully found hilarious. I do sometimes wonder if the girl in question can still do that thing with her leg because I really would… Sorry not sure where I was going with that.

And one note about tennis; McEnroe was the reason that I started playing. I rented the DVD of that match I quote in the book (the 1980 Wimbledon final) and wow has the game changed. Don’t get me wrong; it was a great match. One of the best. But like so many other sports, the players are faster, the equipment better and today’s players somehow hit the ball much harder now. I did enjoy watching all of McEnroe’s finals during most of the eighties. He seemed to be in just about every one of them and I loved his style of play. I still miss those days and those rivalries compared to the ones from today.

I hope you'll read the rest of the series and learn what happens next. I'm having a blast writing it. Please check out the beginning of
Friends With Full Benefits
below.

Luke Young

Miami hadn’t seen three straight days of drenching rain in more than a year. But as Brian waited to hold a tennis match with Jillian, with her response to his marriage proposal hanging in the balance, the rain came. It came hard. He was fine with the lack of acceptance of his proposal for the entire first day while they were joking about the match "rain delay;" by the second day he was sure she would have accepted his proposal, but she hadn’t. He didn’t really start to worry until Day Three, when neither of them mentioned the proposal or the match or any of it. Everything else was fine in the relationship—actually, it was perfect otherwise.

Perfect except for that one "little" thing—he’d proposed three nights ago out by the pool, and he still didn’t have an answer. And when she didn’t respond immediately, he’d tried to provide some levity by suggesting they play for it. He was really only joking; he saw it as just a formality. Even if she did happen to beat him when they played, he was sure she would still just say yes. But at 7:00 p.m. on Day Three, he was still waiting. It had stopped raining an hour or so earlier, but the court was still wet. Plus, Jillian's best friend Victoria had invited them over for dinner, and they were just about to walk out the door. He was in a slightly better mood since he’d learned the next day was going to be beautiful—perfect tennis weather. It was to be an unusual day for late June in southern Florida, eighty degrees with low humidity. He was psyched and ready to play.

Brian was behind the wheel of Jillian’s car, and she sat in the passenger seat, holding a perfect-looking chocolate mousse ganache cake in her lap. They had baked it together that morning and not had sex afterward. They always had sex after they cooked together. There was something about being in the kitchen together and the sensuality of the whole cooking process that got her worked up, but not today.

Before pulling out of the driveway, he glanced out the windshield to the sky. "It looks like it’s clearing up."

"Mm-hmm." She gazed out the window, preoccupied.

As they neared Victoria's house, he rolled his eyes and thought,
“Mm-hmm…mm hmm”—that’s it?
Not, “Oh good, we can finally get our big match in”? What the hell is she thinking?

Out of the blue, Jillian announced, "I shaved
everything
for you today."

"Everything?"

"Yep." She flashed him a sexy smile.

"Wow, um, great…" Talk about changing the subject—that was the best segue he’d ever heard. The best by far.

"Let’s both get drunk tonight and just have sex; like, amazing sex. We’ll walk home if we have to."

"Okay." He grinned excitedly, thinking that this was really getting good. He had just been promised clean-shaven lady parts and drunken, wild sex. His favorite…

"I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch lately. It’s the rain. It makes me depressed. I think I have a touch of that thing where if you don’t see the sun, you’re in a bad mood. What’s that called again?"

"I don’t know, but I know exactly what you’re talking about."

"That’s why I live in southern Florida. It hardly ever rains here."

He nodded in agreement as he pulled into Victoria’s driveway.

As he opened the door to get out of the car, she put her hand on his arm. "Wait." He met her gaze, and she gave him an uneasy smile. "We’ll play tennis tomorrow. Then…" She gave him a wistful look. "I really want to play you."

"Oh, I know you do. I can’t wait." A big smile spread across his face as they walked to the front door.

Victoria, Brian, and Jillian sat around the table in Victoria’s dining room, enjoying a glass of wine after finishing a delicious meal that Victoria clearly had not prepared, because she never cooked. In fact, her oven was used mainly for storage. Instead, she had the meal delivered from a fine local restaurant.

"The food was amazing." Brian patted his full stomach.

"Yes, it was delicious." Jillian shook her head with a smile.

"It's not easy putting together a meal like this."

After they all shared a laugh, Victoria asked, "You guys feel like sitting by the pool?"

A few minutes later, the women sat on comfortable lounge chairs enjoying the beautiful night, while Brian prepared after-dinner drinks in the house.

Looking at the house directly behind Victoria's, Jillian's eyes widened. "You never mentioned how your date went with your hot neighbor."

"It was… okay."

"Did you keep your promise?"

"What promise?"

Jillian gave her a look. "About not having sex with him on the first date."

"Sure did."

"Good, so what does he do?"

"He’s the head coach of the football team."

"At the U?"

Victoria nodded with a frown.

"That’s an important job. Does he actually have any free time to date?"

"I think so, but I don’t know." Sighing, Victoria stared down at the concrete patio.

"What is it?"

Victoria glanced up at her face. "It's just… I haven’t had sex in over a month, and I’m not sure it’s really going to work out with John and me."

"Why not?"

"I think he has a premature ejaculation problem."

Jillian looked confused. "Did he tell you that?"

"No."

"Okay, then how do you know?"

"Well, he came, like, five seconds after I went down on him. That’s how I know."

Jillian was staring straight ahead, looking confused, when Brian walked out carrying two cosmopolitans. He handed them off to Jillian and Victoria. "I’ll be right back."

"But you said you didn’t have sex," Jillian said.

"We didn’t. He's pretty good at eating pussy, and I really enjoyed that part, but—"

"Let me see if I understand you correctly. He performed oral sex on you?"

"Uh-huh."

"You performed oral sex on him?"

"For five seconds."

"Okay, it was short, but his penis was in your mouth, right?"

"Right. So what’s your point?"

"Sounds to me like you had sex."

"No, we didn’t."

Looking at Victoria in complete bewilderment, Jillian’s jaw dropped. Brian returned with his own girly drink, placed it on the table, and fell into a comfortable chair. "What the heck are we talking about?"

Jillian made a face. "Do you consider oral sex, sex?"

"Sure."

Victoria folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I don’t."

"Who are you, Bill Clinton?" Brian scoffed.

"If that definition works for a former President, then it works for me."

Turning to Brian, Jillian asked, "Remember when Victoria said that she would not have sex with this new guy on the first date?"

"I remember."

"Well, he performed oral sex on her; then she did it to him, and—"

"Only for five seconds before he shot all over my face and in my hair."

"Yuck." Jillian glared at her as if that little detail was totally unnecessary.

"I had to wash my hair twice, and my eye burned for, like, an hour."

After Jillian and Brian shared a look, he looked back at Victoria. "Only five seconds, you say?"

"Not even."

He widened his eyes. "Well, in that case…"

Victoria looked at him, waiting hopefully for some support. After pondering it for a moment, he nodded. "It’s still sex. You had sex with him."

Dismissively waving her hand at him, Victoria shook her head. "Sex is fucking—penis-in-vagina fucking."