Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (25 page)

After moving to a slightly more private room, Brian successfully completed his task and delivered it, this time fully clothed, to the grinning Leigh who rushed it to the doctor. Brian took a seat in the waiting room and exchanged awkward smiles and nods to the couple who he'd intimately met only a few minutes before. Thirty minutes later, Jillian emerged from the procedure room and covered her mouth as she held back a chuckle. "I heard you had a little adventure."

"Can we just get out of here?"

Approximately fourteen miles away at the suite in the Mandarin Orange Hotel, Natalie awoke to the sounds of the shower running and reached over to find Paul's side of the bed empty. She stretched her nude body languidly over the soft cotton sheets of the king sized bed and smiled as a memory of the previous night popped into her head.

Paul's iPhone on the nightstand beeped with an alert and she glanced at it. Seconds later it was followed by another, then two more then after a brief pause four more alerts. Lifting up groggily from the mattress, she focused on the screen to see a Facebook message wishing him a happy birthday.

"Hey," she called out.

When he didn't respond, she walked into the bathroom and watched him showering through the clear shower door.

"Happy Birthday." She smiled.

"What?"

"Happy Birthday, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"

"How did you know that?"

"Your phone is going crazy with alerts." She cringed. "Sorry, I just glanced at the screen and saw one."

"Don't worry about it."

Opening up the glass door, she slipped into the shower with him. "So, why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't like to make a big deal about it. I'm not a big birthday type of guy."

Taking the soap from the holder, she worked some between her hands and washed his chest mimicking his deep voice, "Oh, so you're not a big birthday guy."

"No, not really." He closed his eyes and sighed enjoying her touch.

Sliding her hands lower, she let her fingertips brush just below his bellybutton, then traced a line to his right thigh then over to his left. His penis throbbed and grew quickly, pointing right at her. "Something else is big though."

He glanced down to it and shrugged. "You have that effect on me."

"So, is there anything special you'd like for your birthday?" She gazed into his eyes, gnawing at her lip.

"Um, I don't know..." He placed his hands on her breasts and toyed with her nipples. "...what's on the menu?"

"I can offer you pretty much anything you see right here." Stepping back, she motioned with her hands up and down her body.

He put a finger to his lips. "Can I see the back?"

She spun around, bending over slightly and looking over her shoulder to him.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded. "I think I found what I want."

"Knock yourself out."

Slipping down to his knees, he took hold of her hips and kissed one of her ass cheeks. She moaned and bent forward more, spreading her feet wider apart. He pulled back from her and admired the view. "You have a spectacular ass. We really need to have more of your ass in the movie. I'm picturing something like that scene from
The Cider House Rules
where
Tobey
was admiring
Charlize
lying on his bed.

Grinning, she swayed her hips back and forth. "You
are
the director."

"I am." He moved forward, sliding lower and pressing his tongue gently and carefully between her thighs. She placed her hands on the tile wall and stood up on her tiptoes, pressing her ass up and out higher.

He went to work on her, licking her everywhere up and down, pressing his nose hard against her as he lapped hungrily at her sweet nectar. Her eyes rolled back behind their lids as she took one hand from the wall and brought it around her back to pull him closer into her.

"Oh, Paul," she cried out.

He kept going and going until a powerful orgasm ripped through her loins. She pulled away, slumping against and pawing at the tile wall clinging to it for support as she struggled to catch her breath. He rose up and placing his hands on her shoulders, kissed her neck. Turning to him, she slipped into his arms, lifted up on her toes and their lips met.

She dropped down to her heels and looked him in the eye. "Wait, that seemed more like a present for me."

"You're wrong about that. I love doing it. You taste amazing."

"Awww...." She smiled. "But let me give you a real present."

"I'd love for you too, but I'm really late."

"Ok." She frowned.

"Want me to leave the water on for you?"

"Sure."

After kissing her once more, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "You're not scheduled for today so I guess I'll see you back here around eight?"

She moved to the glass and looked him up and down. "We'll pick this back up later and I'll give you a proper gift."

"I can't wait."

After her shower, Natalie slipped on a robe, wrapped her hair in a towel and picked up her iPad as she lounged on the sofa. She went to work searching for a real gift for Paul and after thinking for a moment knew exactly what she wanted. She spent ninety minutes searching and came up empty then called her agent who promised to get his assistant on it immediately.

A few hours later, her agent called with a little good news and a lot of bad news. He found what she was after, but it would cost her ten thousand dollars, a signed copy of her Playmate of the Year issue and a bikini-clad personal appearance to a party the owner of said item was throwing in a few months. Natalie reluctantly agreed, worked out the details with her agent then immediately called Paul's assistant to discuss the logistics of having the item delivered.

Realizing she needed another small gift to give him that night, she put herself together and headed out the door.

During the drive home from the clinic, Jillian listened intently without saying a word, curling her lip to keep from laughing as Brian recounted the entire story. When he was finished, she placed her hand on his arm. "You poor baby. How do these things happen to you?"

"You know, I'm starting to think someone has it in for me. Maybe there's some Gypsy out there somewhere sticking pins in a naked Brian doll. I mean, what else could it be?"

"Baby, I don't know, but why don't you just go home and relax."

"Yeah, I should."

She flashed him a sexy smile. "You know that thing you really like to do that we never really get to do anymore because we're trying to get pregnant?"

"What, the thing in the boat?"

"No."

"The thing in the swing?"

"No." She frowned.

"Wait, the thing where you're standing up with your leg up and—"

"Nooooaaaahhhh..." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head.

"Jillian, I've had a rough day." He sighed. "Instead of playing this guess-the-sex-act twenty question game, why don't you just tell me what the hell you're talking about?"

"I'm sorry." She placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "How about when we get home I'll just show you instead."

"Works for me." He smiled. "I'm starting to feel better already."

A few minutes later they entered the house and Jillian headed to the stairs. "I need to go take a bath, but why don't you take your shower in the guest bathroom then meet me in bed in twenty minutes."

"Yes, Ms. Grayson."

"Oh..." Her eyes brightened and she grinned. "You want to play teacher student again?"

He shrugged. "That might be fun."

"All right." She paused a moment to think then put on a disappointed look. "Mr. Nash."

"Yes." He curled his lip to keep from bursting into laughter.

"I feel like you haven't been giving your all in this class."

"Ms. Grayson, I have been doing the work, it's just that I could use some extra help with the current assignment."

She sighed. "I have many, many students and I don't have the time to give them
all
special attention."

"I understand but please, I feel that if you just work with me one more time, I'll finally have it."

"Okay, but this time I demand your full attention." Folding her arms, she gave him a tired look.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now go."

After nodding, he took off up the stairs as she let out a giggle.

Twenty two minutes later, Jillian sat in a small chair in the master bedroom with her hair put up in a bun, wearing glasses along with a tight gray mini skirt and a white blouse. Brian opened the door and entered the room not wearing a thing.

"You're late." She scolded.

"Sorry, I, uh, wasn't sure if you were ready for me and—"

"No excuses, Mr. Nash." She looked him up and down and shook her head, scowling.

"You look very pretty today, Ms. Grayson."

"Thank you." She smiled. "Now go wait for me in bed."

He climbed on the bed then lay down in the center on his back with his hands behind his head. Jillian rose from the chair and stood beside him. "Today, you're going to learn how to please me properly, Mr. Nash."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" She frowned.

"Yes, Ms. Grayson."

She stepped up on the bed then stood over him with one leg on either side of his chest. He looked up her skirt. "Ms. Grayson, you aren't wearing panties today."

"That's right." She gave him a stern look. "Is that a problem?"

"Oh, no."

"Good."

"How would you like me to please you today Ms. Grayson?"

"With your tongue."

He gave her a confused look. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I know how I like to be pleased," she replied, sternly.

"I'm serious." Breaking character, he looked concerned. "What about the pregnancy?"

"Oh, I don't know..." She dropped down carefully on him. "I've been acting like a lunatic, right?"

"Um, I, uh..."

"When I was on the table and they were doing the whole thing I decided that... that was it— that was the last time. If we get pregnant, we get pregnant. If not, then we'll just enjoy each other's company for the next fifty years."

"You mean I don't have to jerk off into a cup anymore?"

"Well, not unless we play fertility clinic nurse fantasy." She flashed him a sexy smile.

"Oh, I don't think I could ever play that because of Shaq."

"Then no, you never have to jerk off into a cup ever again."

He smiled. "You don't know how happy that makes me."

"Ummmm." Smiling, she shimmied her hips. "I think I can feel how happy you are right now." She shook her head and shuddered. "I thought about it. There's really nothing medically wrong with either one of us. If God wants us to have a baby then it will happen. If not, then... I'm fine." She snuggled up to his chest. "Plus, I miss you. If I want to go down on you then I just want to be able to do it."

"That's a good philosophy."

"And if I feel like having you lick me then I just think I should let it happen instead of worrying about saliva or sperm or a hostile vagina."

He cringed. "Please don't ever say hostile vagina before we're about to have sex."

"Sorry." She lifted up from him and placed a hand on his chest then ran it slowly down to his belly button. "Now Mr. Nash are you ready for your lesson?"

He frowned. "Do you mind if we drop the whole teacher thing, it's starting to creep me out a little."

"I'm glad you said that." She frowned. "Sure."

"Don't get me wrong you look amazing, but let's not talk anymore."

"Deal." She stepped off the bed, unzipped her skirt and slid it down off her hips. Her white blouse covered her lady parts until she unbuttoned the bottom three buttons lifted it up and tied it in a knot around her waist exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

His eyes went between her legs then up to her face. "Now you really look cute."

Shaking her head, she placed her fingers on his lips. Then she leaned over and kissed him gently. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as the kiss grew more passionate.

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