Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (22 page)

"Well, your hands are kind of small." She frowned.

"She's mean to me."

"She's not seven feet tall, but you are right she is a little Shaqesque." She held back a laugh.

"Okay, she's only six five." He rolled his eyes.

"She's always been nice to me."

"Oh, I can’t stand her." He narrowed his eyes, cringing. "She's always giving me a funny look and when I bring her my samples she sneers like I didn't fill the damn thing up enough. You know, last time I was in there, she brought me back to the room and she sorted through all the dirty magazines and put the ones with the naked guys on the top of the stack. It was just weird."

"Well, gay couples also use their services. They still need a woman to carry the baby."

"Obviously, but I come in there with you so, I just don't get why she thinks I'm gay."

He reached down to his lap, felt around and smiled. "You know what, that totally worked. Thinking about Leigh actually made him retract into my body."

"I usually strive to have the opposite effect on you, but I'm so glad I could help."

"Oh, hey speaking of tomorrow. Tell me they've finished the construction there, because last time I almost couldn't finish."

"Finish?" She looked at him confused.

"You know…" He made a face.

"Oh." She frowned.

"The construction noise is so distracting. I feel like I'm masturbating on the side of a highway or something."

"No, it's still going on, but why don’t you bring your iPod? You could listen to some music and drown out all the hammers and saws and you know, sorta fantasize that it’s one of our little sessions. Remember the time Rob was making all that noise in the house and you couldn't concentrate? We blasted that Chris Isaak CD and that worked."

"That's a really great idea." He smiled. "I think I'll try it."

Two blocks away, Jim walked into the bathroom and discovered Victoria decked out in a blue dress and brown belt. "Wow, you look great."

"Thank you." She continued working on her hair in the mirror.

He noticed the red belt hanging over the door knob and asked innocently, "You're not going to wear the red belt?"

"What? You don’t like the brown belt?" She cringed awaiting his reply.

"What, uh, no, I mean, it's…" He stared straight ahead like a deer caught in the middle of the road, paralyzed by fear and seconds away from being mowed down by a semi. "What?"

"You don't like this belt?" She repeated, frowning.

"No, I mean, I… um, didn't the red belt come with it?" He asked sheepishly with his fingers crossed.

"Well, it did. But the brown matches these shoes and I don't have any red shoes."

"I find it hard to believe that in your massive inventory of shoes, you don't own a red pair."

"Well, I don't want to wear a heel." She rolled her eyes. "You really don't like this belt?"

"I never said that. It looks fine."

"Fine?" Her mouth fell open and she stared at him, flabbergasted.

Forcing a smile, he shook his head. "I mean, it looks great!"

Turning back to the mirror, she frowned at her reflection. "It is ugly isn't it?"

He sighed, exhausted.

She looked down to her feet. "If I had a red summer sandal then I—"

"Look, I'm sorry I ever mentioned the red belt." He let out a tired sigh. "You look great."

"Really?" She asked, unconvinced, scowling as she once again studied her image in the mirror.

He held his head and exhaled slowly. "Can we just go? We haven't been out to dinner together, just the two of us, in like three months."

"All right. Sorry."

A few minutes later they walked out of their bedroom. Victoria's parents were over watching the baby and they kissed her goodbye before heading out the door.

The two sat down at a local restaurant and enjoyed a relaxing meal. During dessert, Victoria looked up from her chocolate cake and said, "I've decided I'm going to be okay with this whole Leslie Moore playing me in the movie thing."

"Well, that's very mature of you." He gave her a nod. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." She frowned. "I won't go to the set to watch any of her scenes, though."

"Why not?"

"I don't think I could behave myself. I might lose it."

"I understand. I'm sure they'll figure out some way to make the whole thing work without the nudity. And even though you are like ten times more attractive and sexy than she is, I think it will be all right."

"I hope you're right."

"Don't worry. So, you feel like doing anything else tonight?"

"What'd you have in mind?" She gave him a sexy smile. "You want to fool around in the car in the parking lot?"

"No, um, well, that would be fun, but I heard this new Brad Pitt movie was supposed to be pretty good."

"That zombie thing?" She frowned.

"Yeah."

"Since when do you like zombies? We tried to watch the
Walking Dead
and you hated it as much as I did."

"I know, but we haven't been to a movie in a while and I heard them talking about it on Howard Stern and I, um, never mind…" His words trailed off and he shrugged.

"What is it?" She placed her hand atop his.

"I, uh, feel like I need to actually like some guy movies or… I don’t know, we watch so many romantic comedies that I sorta feel like I'm turning into a girl, you know?"

"So you don't like the movies we watch together?"

"No, you see that's the problem I actually do. There's something wrong with me, isn't there?" He gave her a concerned look.

"No, I think it's sexy that you can appreciate what some people call a girl movie."

He sighed. "For example, Brian and I saw
The Avengers
and oh my God, I wanted to hang myself. It was ninety minutes of fight scenes and the other hour of some type of actual story. How long can you watch a group of superheroes and villains beating the absolute shit out of each other and like smashing cars over each other's heads?"

"I know baby, I can't stand those kinds of movies."

"I hate to admit this, but my favorite movie from the last few years is…" Leaning close to her he whispered, "…
It's Complicated
. I might as well turn my balls in, right?"

"You're all man as far as I'm concerned." She smiled. "
It's Complicated
is like the perfect movie. Well, except for those whiny kids at the end."

"Yeah, I know the kids were kind of annoying."

"Just because we share a lot of the same interests, doesn't make you any less of a man, it just makes us that much better as a couple."

He smiled. "Yeah, you're right."

"I'll go to that movie if you want." She smiled. "If we get bored, we'll just leave."

"Okay."

They arrived only five minutes before the movie was scheduled to start and sat down with one of those gallon sized six-dollar
small
cokes in the last row of the half-empty theater. After twenty exhaustive minutes of previews the feature finally began. Jim seemed to be interested in watching at least initially. After thinking to herself that Brad Pitt looked really awful with long hair, Victoria's mind wandered through the first hour of the film. She began going over some of her client's sexual histories in her head then moved on to thoughts of redecorating her bedroom. After settling on going with the green comforter she saw in a store recently and building the color palette around that, she glanced to Jim and found him asleep. Suddenly the theater erupted with gunfire as on screen hundreds of zombies turned over a bus and were being gunned down by Marines.

Jim's head jerked and his eyes opened wide. He looked to Victoria and smiled. "Sorry."

"Not doing it for you is it?" She whispered.

"No. We can go if you want."

Glancing around the theater, she discovered they were the only people in the last row and the nearest other people were two rows down from them. "I think I know a way to make it a little more interesting."

"How?"

She leaned over to him. "Remember when we watched
Letters to Julliet
?"

He cringed. "Now that's a chick movie I hate."

"Remember how I, um, kept you interested?"

"I do, but that was at home… you want to do that here," he whispered then scanned the theater.

"Don't worry. Just relax."

After one last look around, she moved the drink from the cup holder between them to the other side of her armrest then placed her hand on his leg. He moaned softly and slipped a little lower in his seat.

She stared directly at the mayhem on the screen as her fingers slowly traveled up his khakis until she reached his growing bulge. His mouth fell open and he squeezed the arm rest on his right with a white knuckle grip.

Licking her lips, she slowly lowered his zipper then slid a single finger inside running it slowly over his boxer brief-covered yet quickly lengthening and hardening shaft.

He pressed his lips together and glanced to her beautifully determined face before returning his wide eyes to the screen.

Shimmying in his seat, he cringed obviously due to the overcrowding going on in his pants. She turned her wrist then dipped two fingers into his underwear, curling them under his manhood and working him up and out of his fly.

He breathed a sigh of relief as his nearly fully erect penis was now paroled from its solitary confinement. Wrapping her hand around it, she held it without moving and glanced down to it until a brightly lit shot on screen illuminated it in all its glory. She moaned softly, feeling the heat and wetness build between her legs.

She leaned over to him and whispered, "Don't shoot. I'm going to keep you hard for the next hour."

He nodded.

Slowly, her fingers danced over his super hard erection, working it up and down with very slight pressure, but not enough to bring him to climax. His breathing became more and more labored and ten minutes into this intense pleasure precum began oozing from him. Every thirty seconds or so, she would swipe a finger over the tip and re-lubricate his long shaft.

The intense teasing went on for another thirty minutes until she heard him moan, saw his contorted face and removed her hand from around his manhood. His heavy breathing subsided, but his erection remained steadfast and tall. She slipped a finger back into his fly and past his boxer briefs until she reached his balls.

He gripped the armrest harder and rose up on his seat a bit. She shushed him then went to work gently toying with the twins. His eyelids fluttered closed and he melted into his seat.

He leaned over and whispered, "When we get home I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"You'd better."

For the next ten minutes, she alternated between gently caressing his balls then lightly stroking his shaft then back again as she kept him on the very edge of orgasm.

When she sensed the credits were only minutes away from rolling, she pulled her hand from him and let him retreat from his highly excited state. When the screen went black and the cast names appeared she glanced over to him, found him no longer standing at attention and used her hand to stuff his partially swollen penis back into his fly.

He pushed his hips up, did a quick casual adjustment to his package then zipped up before leaning over to her and whispering, "That was amazing. I have such a headache though. You're killing me."

Smiling, she gave his hand a squeeze. "You ready?"

"Uh-huh."

Grabbing her hand, he followed her down the stairs, through the lobby and out of the theater. As he unlocked the car, she said. "Better let me drive."

"Why?"

"If you drive, I'm pretty sure I'll be laying my head in your lap and last time we did that we almost had an accident, remember?"

"Good thinking."

It was after midnight and the roads were empty as Victoria punched the gas, turning the ten-minute drive home into eight. Jim sat in the passenger side stealing glances at her legs in that skirt.

They made their way into the house, discovering it perfectly quiet and finding her parents sitting in the kitchen sipping cups of coffee.

Victoria whispered, "How was she?"