Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2))

by Luke Young

  He said casually, “Oh, that does sound like her. They joined this wacky church about five years ago. ‘Fornicating’ is a big word around here. There is no fornicating of any kind allowed here.”

  “I don’t think she likes me.”

  “Oh, I think she does. They’re just nervous.”

  Beverly prepared a lovely dinner. In the dining room, Jillian felt the eyes of Brian’s parents and his brother on her. She barely touched her food; instead, she quickly drank a glass of wine, then Brian poured her a refill before anyone said another word at the table.

  Beverly broke the ice. “So, Jillian, can you still have children?”

  Blindsided by the question, she nearly spit out her wine.

  Brian glared, wide eyed, at his mother. “Mom!”

  Jillian cleared her throat. “I’ll answer. No, I don’t think I can have any children. I had a miscarriage a few years after Rob was born, and the doctor thought my prospects for another pregnancy were not good.”

  Smiling, Beverly couldn’t get her reply out quickly enough. “Brian loves children.”

  Brian fired back adamantly, “I do not.”

  With everyone at the table giving him a look, he explained, “I mean, I do like children. I’m not sure if I want to have any of my own.” He frowned. “What’s with the interview questions? We’re only dating.”

  After gazing uneasily at everyone at the table, Jillian took a big sip of wine. It was quickly going to her head.

  “We’re just trying to get to know her, dear.” Beverly smiled at him assuredly.

  Brian’s facial expression screamed he wasn’t buying it.

  Edward asked, “How is your son, Rob, dealing with this?”

  “He was a little upset at first, but I think he’s accepted it.”

  “It’s got to be a little off-putting to have your mother dating a man who’s only a few years older than you are.” Beverly looked her in the eye. “Oh, no offense dear.”

  “That’s… okay.” Jillian gave her an anxious smile.

  After grunting, Brian changed the subject. “We should all go to the Hot Grill while we’re here.”

  Jim smiled. “Definitely.”

  Looking at Jillian, Brian explained, “It’s this great place to get hot dogs and fries. The best hot dog you’ll ever taste.”

  “And we should play some tennis,” Jim said.

  “Jillian is an amazing tennis player. We actually met on the court.”

  Beverly gave Jillian a fake smile. “I hear you write pornography?”

  Brian stared at her, horrified. “She writes romance novels.”

  “Oh, sorry. I used the wrong word there.”

  “She’s a best-selling author,” Brian added proudly.

  “Wow, that’s wonderful. We don’t read a lot of fiction in this house,” Edward said.

  After polishing off the last of her wine, Jillian frowned as she looked down at her plate. “I’m not feeling very well.” Slowly, she raised her eyes until they met Brian’s. “I think I’m going to lie down for a few minutes.” Jillian got up and left the room.

  When she was out of earshot, Brian glared at his mother. “Mom, could you take it easy on her? Pornography! Come on.”

  “I simply misspoke. But any mention of premarital sex in a book automatically makes it pornographic in the eyes of our church.”

  Rising, Brian moved away from the table. He looked at his mother in disbelief. “It took a lot for her to come here. She’s trying to be friendly, and you’re being awful.”

  “She’s just so much older than you, dear.”

  “She not that much older!”

  “Fourteen years,” Edward added.

  “Thanks, Dad. We’re getting… We’re dating. Either you can accept that and spend some time with us or continue to act like little children, and we’ll leave.”

  After Bev and Ed shared a look, they took bites of their food and smiled happily at each other, completely ignoring their son. Scowling at them, Brian waited a moment for a reply. When none came, he left the room.

  Inside the guest room, he found Jillian on the bed, but she didn’t seem to be that upset. After he closed the door, they shared a look that morphed into a smile. He sat on the bed next to her. She took his hand. “I understand how she feels.”

  “Yeah, okay, but she doesn’t need to be such a bitch about it.”

  “No, she doesn’t. Can I tell you something? Being here and something about the way your mother is treating me is… is really making me horny. Is that horrible?” She gazed at him with a hopeful look.

  “No, I feel the same way. We weren’t even allowed to masturbate in this house. They even took the locks off the doors to the bathroom and both our rooms.”

  “You poor baby.”

  “I’ve never even had a girl over before. And seeing you here… It’s weird, but I’ve had, like, semi-wood since we got here.”

  She gave him a sorrowful, sexy look.

  Brian whispered, “I’m convinced my parents haven’t had sex in twenty years. I once overheard my mom talking on the phone, like, ten years ago. She was telling a friend that at work, they were talking about oral sex, for some reason. It was a whole group of women, and my mother said, ‘Why would you want to put something like that in your mouth?’”

  Jillian scoffed. “I love putting that in my mouth.”

  “I know you do.”

  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she grinned. “We should try to do it every chance we get while we’re here.”

  “We should.” He nodded enthusiastically, more-than-completely on board. “There’s a tree house out back in the woods. We can sneak back there if we get desperate. Oh, and my parents go out to play Bingo every Thursday night. We can really go nuts then. It’ll be weird, since I’ve never once had an orgasm in this house.”

  “Oh, my God.” She frowned. “I think Rob has jerked off three times a day since he was fourteen. The noise coming out of that bathroom, uh…”

  “That’s too much information.” Brian paused, thinking. “Oh, I did have that wet dream once when I was thirteen, and I think they hit me with the belt.”

  “They didn’t.” She stared at him in horror.

  “It’s a wonder I can get an erection at all.” She just looked at him, unsure what to say, and he added, “Just be nice to my mother—well, within reason anyway.”

  “Oh, I will. I’ll just keep thinking of the nasty things I’ll be doing to her firstborn son while I talk to her. That’s how I’ll smile.”

  “She’ll warm up to you eventually, I hope.”

  Giving him a sexy look, she placed her hand on his thigh. “You want me to put something like that in my mouth right now?” As she said it, blood headed that way. Before he could nod, there was a single knock at the door, and it swung open. Jillian pulled her hand away as Beverly’s smiling face appeared. “Would you like some dessert?”

  “Mom, you really shouldn’t barge in. What if she was getting dressed?”

  “I would hope that you wouldn’t be in here, then.”

  “Right, Mom.”

  Beverly stood, waiting.

  Sighing, Brian looked back at her. “We’ll be right there.”

  As Beverly walked away, Jillian whispered, “I’m going to do something so dirty to you tonight, your head is going to spin.”

  “Like what?”

  She looked confused for a moment. “Uh, I’m not sure. I’ll think of something. If not, the standard stuff I do is still pretty good, right?”

  “Oh, yeah… sure.” He nodded with a big smile.

  Jillian and Brian retuned to the table where Jim, Ed, and Beverly were already enjoying their dessert.

  “Are you feeling better, dear?” Beverly asked sarcastically.

  “Much better.”

  “Our church believes that any kind of sexual contact outside of marriage is a sin.”

  Brian gasped. “Mom.”

  “I’m just telling her why I used the word, ‘porno
graphy,’ before. We’re just having an adult discussion about it.”

  As Brian gave his mother a look, Jillian was barely paying attention while staring at him as he sat directly across the table from her. “No, it’s okay, Brian,” Jillian began as she slipped off her shoe and lifted her foot to his groin. She pressed her toes into his penis, and he coughed. “My books do involve couples having premarital sex, but it’s what the market demands. If I was writing about only married couples, I don’t think I’d sell nearly as many books.” She massaged his penis with her toes while they each enjoyed a spoonful of ice cream.

  After choking a little on his, Brian sat up straight, and his shorts grew more crowded. Reaching down surreptitiously, he adjusted his underwear through his pants. His manhood slipped through the leg hole and extended a bit more. He breathed out with relief.

  “You might want to consider going after a more sophisticated audience. You could write about something else.” Beverly stared smugly at her.

  Jillian took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. “You know, I may just consider that. Thank you so much for the suggestion.”

  Jim and Brian shared an odd look as they took in Jillian’s reaction. Returning her eyes back to Brian, she slid her toes slowly along the length of his now fully erect penis as it traveled down the leg of his shorts.

  His mouth shot open. “Is anyone else hot in here?”

  “Honey, maybe you’re catching a cold.” Beverly looked at him with sudden concern.

  “This is amazing,” Jillian said about the ice cream. “How do you like it, Brian?”

  She pushed down harder on his groin, and he groaned, “It is really, really, really good.”

  Smiling brightly, Jillian returned her attention to Beverly while her foot still attended to her man. “Your home is so lovely, Beverly. And you’ve raised such handsome sons.”

  “Thank you so much, dear.”

  “And Brian is such a good cook. I can eat whatever he makes. It tastes so good.” She gripped his package with her toes.

  “She…” Brian said in a high voice, which caused his family to give him a strange look. “… loves when I make, uh…” He trailed off when Jillian squeezed him again. He wore a strange expression, and his parents looked at him, confused. He tried to compose himself but failed miserably when she gently pressed her toes into his balls. Sighing, he looked at Jillian, desperately wanting to fill her mouth with, well, something he was close to making right now. “… pancakes. Yeah that’s what she likes.”

  Everyone at the table nodded in agreement.

  “I’ve never tasted a better one.” Jillian stared at him while licking her lips seductively.

  Brian cleared his throat. “Jillian, uh, I really want to show you the tree house. Do you want to see it now, before it gets dark?”

  Picking up her glass, Beverly turned to her younger son. “Jim, why don’t you go with them?”

  Jim returned an odd look. “I guess, uh… Okay.”

  “Great,” Brian said a little sarcastically. “But first, Jillian, my stomach doesn’t feel right. Did you bring some of that medicine you have for… uh—”

  “I sure did.”

  Rising up from the table, Brian quickly turned away so no one could see his inflamed condition. Jillian swiftly followed, as Beverly said, “Brian, I have some Pepto if you need it.”

  “Thanks, Mom, but I’d like to try this first.” They headed to the hallway, and Brian added, “We’ll be ready to leave in two minutes… maybe less.”

  Jillian followed Brian to his bedroom and closed the door. She slipped down to her knees, as Brian ripped down his shorts, and she pressed his back against the door. His rock-hard erection sprang up, and she devoured it with her mouth, slurping loudly on it.

  “Shhh,” he said.

  Glancing over his shoulder at the John McEnroe poster he was leaning against, he grinned. For a moment, he felt like he was having a threesome with John. He shook his head thinking that John probably was the only guy on the planet he would allow to share his girl. After pushing those thoughts from his mind, he focused on the task at hand. It wouldn’t be long before someone was banging on that door. He needed to finish and do it quickly.

  She quieted down and went back to work. Gazing down at her, he groaned. She looked so cute doing that to him. Plus, this was really fucking hot and somewhat dangerous. She moved her mouth back and forth over him with unrestrained enthusiasm. Turning it up a notch, she brought her hands into the mix, and ten seconds later, the mission was accomplished, but that didn’t stop her. Steadying himself against the wall with his hands, he bit his lip to avoid screaming out as she kept going and going with her unrelenting oral attention.

  When she was finally done with him, she rose up, staring dreamily into his eyes while licking her lips seductively. “So how was your first orgasm in the house?”

  “Wow. Freaking incredible!” He struggled to catch his breath. “But let’s get out of here before they come looking for us.”

  As Jillian and Brian walked through the woods to the tree house, Jim was two paces behind them. Stealing a glance at her ass, Jim smiled. “Wow. Mom was a little tough on you. I knew she wouldn’t be nice, but—”

  “I can take it,” Jillian replied. “So, do they keep you on a tight leash?”

  “When I’m home, but at school I can do whatever I want.”

  When they reached the tree, Jim climbed up first, and Brian let Jillian go ahead of him. After she climbed three rungs, he grabbed her calf with one hand to stop her. Lifting up her skirt with his other hand, he planted his lips directly on her panty-covered parts. She held the wooden rung tight as she gasped. After extending his tongue forcefully into the cotton fabric, he pulled his head away and their eyes met.

  He whispered, “I feel like licking you for an hour… everywhere.”

  When Jim realized they weren’t following him, he called down, “You guys coming up?”

  Once all three were up in the tree house, Brian asked, “So, Jimmy, you have a girlfriend yet?”

  “I’ve dated a little, but I’m not exactly a chick magnet. I’ve been studying way too much. Plus, I don’t know what the hell to say to a girl, anyway.”

  Jillian gave him a genuine smile. “You are so cute. You should have more confidence. Just talk to girls. Be yourself, and they’ll be interested in you.”

  Waving off the compliment, embarrassed, he shifted gears. “So, should we play tomorrow?”

  “Definitely,” Brian said.

  As they sat in a circle on the wood floor of the crowded tree house, Jim stole a glance up Jillian’s short skirt. Engrossed in the sexy sight of her firm, perfect thighs leading to her tiny panty-covered parts, his eyes glazed over. He quickly pulled himself together before either noticed.

  That night, Jillian, Brian, and Jim all slept in their separate rooms with their doors open, as was the household requirement. None of them could sleep. Holding his hard penis, Jim contemplated whether he could pull off a quick jerk but gave up when he heard his mother out in the living room. Brian was also nursing an erection and waited until he thought his mother had gone to bed before attempting a prison break.

  The wood floors in the old house creaked as he gingerly headed down the hall to the other side of the house toward his sexy fiancée. He was only fifteen feet from her sweet body, and he swore he could almost taste it. When he reached the living area, his mother appeared out of nowhere, standing right before him. Grasping his chest with his heart fighting to escape, he nearly screamed. “You scared the shit out of me.”

  She glared at him, and he corrected, “I mean, you scared the poop out of me.”

  “Now, what are you doing up?”

  “I, uh, just wanted to get a glass of water.”

  “Let me get it.”

  She returned with the glass, as he sat in the living room on a chair. After handing the water to him, she sat on the sofa and gave him a wide-eyed stare.

  With his mind racing, they sat to
gether in silence for nearly a minute as he nursed his water. When he’d finally had enough, he let out a nearly silent sigh. “So, are you sleeping out here tonight?”

  “I do sometimes lately. I feel a migraine coming on, and if sleep sitting up, I might be able to head it off.”

  Hearing them talking, Jillian got up, poked her head out from the guest room and made eye contact with Brian motioning with her finger for him to come to her.

  He stealthily nodded to her and, as he pointed to a picture on the opposite side of the room, asked, “Hey, Mom. Is that Uncle Joe?”

  Beverly got up and studied the picture as Brian mouthed to Jillian with his palms up, “SHE WON’T GO TO SLEEP. I CAN’T…”

  “Yes, that’s him.” When Jillian heard Beverly’s voice she ducked back into the room. “That was from that camping trip we all took.”

  Beverly returned to the sofa as Jillian poked her head back out. The horny couple looked each other in the eye. Grinning evilly, she lifted her shirt, exposing her gorgeous, full breasts to him. He returned a quick, sad you’re-killing-me look, then put his head in his hands.

  “What’s wrong, dear?”

  “Oh, nothing.” He took another sip and smiled. “I’m just tired. I’m going back to bed.

  “Okay, honey. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

  He opened his eyes wide as he looked at her, didn’t say a word, and headed back to his room with his manhood nearly three-quarters hard from Jillian’s show.

  In their respective rooms, Jillian and Brian silently masturbated. He pulled a sock he’d worn that day from the floor and made his deposit into it. Afterward, he balled it up, chucked it under his bed and vowed to remember to throw it away in the morning before quickly falling asleep.

  Back in Miami, John and Victoria enjoyed their second date in as many days. He sat back in a bathtub and watched as the shapely beauty slipped in with him. Moving between his legs, she leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. As her body gradually adjusted to the hot water, she sighed. “This feels good.”

  He put his hands on her neck and rubbed her gently. “And what we did before—how was that?”

  “Oh, that felt great.”

  “I wouldn’t say that I’m performing like I was in my twenties, but it’s not bad for a guy my age.”