Friends Wanting Benefits

by Young, Luke

  “Nice to meet you.” Victoria nodded, and the two stepped away.

  “Wait.” Jillian called out. “Just out of curiosity, what book and what scene are you referring too?”

  Victoria turned back and smiled. After whispering something in Ethan’s ear, he walked off and she turned back and plopped down in the lounge chair next to Jillian. “In Saving Chance when Doctor Ramirez discovers the nurse in his office going through his desk.”

  “I remember that.”

  “He sits on the chair and she gets on top of him, but she’s facing him, right?”

  “Uh, yeah… I think,” Jillian replied, unsure.

  “There’s really no clitoral or G-spot stimulation that way.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, if you had her facing the other way, then either Ramirez could drop his hand down to the magic button, or if the doctor is just too lazy, she could self-stimulate.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “And in that position there’s a much better chance he’d be hitting her G-spot.”

  “Wow, I, uh, never thought about that.”

  “I think it would give you a lot more detail to write about, you know. You spin her around and how his hands could wander from her breasts down to all her parts, up to her neck. I mean, the possibilities are pretty endless.”

  “Yeah, I see where you’re going.” Jillian nodded along.

  Victoria shrugged. “Facing the way you have them pretty much all you can do is wrap your arms around each other. All the fun parts are smushed together and pretty inaccessible if you know what I mean.”

  Jillian giggled. “Maybe I should get you to write my sex scenes for me.”

  “Oh, I’m not a writer.”

  “What do you do?”

  “Well…” Victoria’s mouth closed, and she narrowed her eyes. “You know, no one has asked me that in a long time. Um, well, I used to be a teacher, but after my husband died I—”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be, I was depressed for a while there, but once I found out he was fucking my best friend I sorta got over it.”

  “Wow, I—” Jillian looked around self-consciously.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I forgave him…” she shrugged, “… sorta, but I decided to move on with my life. I really don’t have any bad feelings about him any longer. It’s weird, but I’ve somehow come to terms with all of it.”

  “If you don’t mind my asking, is that your new boyfriend?”

  “I wouldn’t call him a boyfriend, but we’re taking this cruise together.”

  “How old is he?”

  “Twenty-one.”

  “And you’re…?”

  “Thirty-eight.”

  “Oh.” Jillian pondered that a moment then asked, “When did your husband pass away?”

  “Eighteen months ago. It was a brain tumor.” Victoria sighed. “I didn’t leave the house for a long time after that, and when I finally did, I still wasn’t living, you know… I lost touch with friends and didn’t want to meet anyone.”

  Jillian began, hesitantly, “Is he the first man you’ve, um, seen since…?”

  “Seen?”

  “I mean, you know, been intimate with…”

  “No, about two months ago I started acting out a little, um, sexually…” Victoria frowned.

  “Oh, well that’s to be expected after such a tragic loss. So, what’d you do, go on a couple blind dates and have some one night stands?”

  “Well…”

  “Sorry, if this is getting too personal. You don’t have to answer.”

  “No, it’s fine. I really haven’t spoken to anyone about it, and I think I’d like to get it off my chest.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  “I, uh, had sex with a, um, number of college freshmen… about…” covering her mouth, Victoria mumbled, “… Thirty.”

  “Three?” Jillian narrowed her eyes, confused.

  “Thirty.” Victoria shrugged, apologetically.

  “Thirty.” Jillian’s eyes bugged out. “Wow, you were… Busy.”

  “I interviewed them all first and made sure they were all virgins so, you know…”

  “Interviewed them?” Jillian’s jaw fell open. “How’d you—”

  “I pretended to be a sex researcher.”

  “Okay, wow, that’s—”

  “I didn’t have intercourse with all of them.”

  “This is—” Jillian shimmied uncomfortably in her chaise.

  “I started with hand jobs in movie theaters then I got a little carried away.”

  “I can imagine.” The famous author looked away seemingly torn between intrigue and horror.

  Victoria sighed. “You see, I was sorta doing it to honor my husband’s memory.”

  Jillian turned slowly toward her confessor and asked, “How exactly do hand jobs in movie theaters honor his memory?”

  “Well, he was this nerdy guy before I met him and he had a random encounter with an older woman in an empty movie theater and he told me about it. He said it changed his life… Told me he probably never would’ve had the courage to ask me out if that hadn’t happened to him.”

  “Okay, yeah. I can see how that would—”

  “I wanted to give something back to the lonely young men out there.”

  “Huh.” Jillian made a face. “You do hear about people giving back, but, um, this is a pretty unique way to do it.”

  “Yeah, I thought so.” Victoria shrugged.

  “Well, I’ll bet they appreciated it.” Jillian held back a chuckle.

  “Believe me they did.” Victoria scoffed. “That’s actually how I met Ethan. He was one of them, except he only pretended to be eighteen and a virgin.”

  “He lied to you?”

  “He did.” Frowning, she nodded. “And I was really, really upset about it all, but then he sorta saved me from getting raped by these four college guys.”

  “Seriously?” Jillian’s eyes widened.

  “Yeah and right after that was when I found out my husband was sleeping with my best friend. That was a rough couple days.”

  “Sounds like it.”

  Victoria added matter-of-factly, “Oh, and it turns out Ethan had sex with her too.”

  “With who?” Jillian asked, appearing like her head was about to spin off into the ocean.

  “My friend.”

  “Wait, Ethan and your husband both had sex with your friend?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “At the same time?”

  “No.” Victoria looked at her like she was nuts. “Not at the same time.”

  “I’m so confused right now. How did Ethan meet her?”

  “Well, she’s a realtor, and she was trying to sell my house. You see I had left town to get away from… and he… he was trying to find me, and I guess one thing led to another.”

  Jillian let out a long, slow breath and shook her head. “Wow, that’s some story.”

  “Yeah…” Victoria gazed out to the ocean and closed her eyes.

  “Sounds like you have a book or two in you.”

  “What?” Victoria turned to her.

  “You should write a book.”

  “No.” She frowned. “I’m not a writer.”

  “You should try.” Jillian put her hand on Victoria’s arm. “Do you have any other suggestions for my book?”

  “I’m a total bitch, aren’t I?” Victoria chuckled. “Here I am telling you how to improve your book. Ugh, sorry, I sometimes I say things without—”

  “No, no, it’s fine.” Jillian scoffed. “To be honest with you, I was never happy with that chapter anyway.” Leaning close to her she whispered, “Actually I think that whole book is a piece of crap.”

  “No.” Victoria shook her head. “It’s good. Some of the scenes were really hot… Like the first chapter.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So, you’re married, right?”

  “Yes, my husband, George, is down in the casino.”

  “So that’s how you come up
with all that. You guys must be experimenting a lot in the bedroom.”

  “I wish,” Jillian grumbled. “Let’s just say I have an active imagination.”

  “Believe me I know how marriage can slow down a sex life.”

  “Yeah, slow is okay, but I think I’d settle for slow.” Frowning, Jillian rolled her eyes.

  “Can I ask you a personal question?” Victoria leaned closer to her.

  “Sure.”

  “So, this is our third day on the ship right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, how many times have you guys done it since we’ve been onboard?”

  “We haven’t.”

  “You haven’t!” Victoria paused a moment. “Well, this month then… How many times?”

  Jillian exhaled. “Let’s back that up to this year. Um, then I could give you a number.”

  “Oh, shit. Really?

  “Yeah, oh shit.” She narrowed her eyes, thinking then her face sunk and she replied sheepishly, “I think, just twice this year.”

  Victoria scoffed. “I did it twice this morning.” Placing her hand on Jillian’s arm, she cringed. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  “Don’t be sorry. I know there are people out there living exciting, fulfilling lives. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them.”

  “Maybe, you just need a spark. It’s very romantic on the ship.” Victoria flashed her a sexy smile. “It’s always rocking and a bar is always open. That’s a sexy combination. Maybe you get a bottle of champagne, go dancing and one thing could lead to another.”

  “He doesn’t dance and I’m having a hard time tearing him away from the casino.”

  “Well, maybe you just need to surprise him.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Have you guys been to the fitness center together?”

  “No.”

  “Do you think you could get him to go? Maybe get him to the steam room.”

  “Probably.”

  “Well, I’m about to…” Victoria looked around then whispered, “I’m about to meet up with Ethan in the steam room in the men’s locker room.”

  “In the men’s locker room?” Jillian’s eyes widened. “It’s the middle of the day. Won’t you get caught?”

  “Doubtful.” She rolled her eyes. “Everyone’s too busy stuffing their faces to work out onboard. The place is pretty much empty. Yesterday, we did it in the sauna.” Victoria frowned. “I don’t recommend that… It’s too hot.”

  “Wow.” Jillian nodded gazing out to the ocean, seemingly pondering the possibilities.

  “We’re going to try the steam room today.”

  “But what if someone walks in while you’re in the middle of all of it?”

  Pointing to her gym bag, Victoria smiled. “I have this long robe with a hood. In an emergency I can just slip it on, lift the hood over my head, and I’ll just look like Rocky Balboa making his way out of the locker room.”

  “Yeah, some guy having sex with another guy.”

  “No…” Victoria shook her head, “… it’s pretty dark in the sauna and foggy in that steam room, so we figure we’d get plenty of warning before someone caught us. Plus it’s exciting.”

  “Sounds like it.” Jillian wore a naughty smile.

  “Hell, maybe I’ll keep the robe on if it’s not too hot.” She flashed her a sexy grin. “And really, what are they going to do if we’re caught… Throw us off the ship?”

  “No, I guess not.” Jillian shrugged.

  “Besides, we were in there almost a half hour yesterday and not one person came into the locker room the whole time.” Victoria closed her eyes a moment and shivered. “All this sex talk has made me a little… Worked up.” She turned slowly to Jillian and they shared a laugh.

  “Yeah…” Jillian muttered.

  “Well, I’d better go.” Victoria rose to her feet. “We were going to lift weights for a few minutes first. I love when he’s all pumped up. I guess I’ll skip that and go right to real work out.”

  “Have fun.” Jillian held back a chuckle.

  “Oh, we will.”

  “Hey, let me know if the steam room is better than the sauna. Maybe I’ll put that in my next book.”

  “You got it.”

  7

  After finding Ethan sweaty and pumped up in the nearly empty fitness center, Victoria waited while he entered the men’s locker room for a quick surveillance. Twenty seconds later, he popped his head out the door and nodded, grinning. As he headed back into shower, she entered the women’s locker room with her gym bag. Two minutes later, wearing nothing but her long robe and flip flops, Victoria stood outside the men’s locker room, waiting with the hood covering her head. The two women at the front desk were only partially visible down the hall which led to the lobby. They seemed disinterested in her, and Victoria was only mildly concerned— she was more anxious to get things started.

  Suddenly there were two knocks on the other side of the door and Victoria smiled. She glanced both ways down the hall and found it empty then she craned her neck to check on the two still preoccupied front desk workers.

  After one last hallway check, she slipped into the men’s locker room for the second time in as many days. Her heart beat faster as she made her way through the outer locker area to the second larger room with the sauna on the left, four curtained shower stalls straight ahead and the steam room to the right.

  She grabbed a clean towel from the stack and slipped through the glass door to the steam room and spotted Ethan sitting on the wooden bench at the back of the room. Hot, wet, white steam stung the skin on her face as she made her way toward him. Smiling up to her, he leaned back with a towel covering his groin where a bulge was rapidly forming.

  Placing her towel down on the bench, she collected the long robe in her hands behind her before sitting down next to him. She was still covered from head to toe, but her naked rear end was now resting on the warm cotton towel. Overcome a little by the heat, she stretched open the collar of her robe and took a deep breath. The humidity engulfed her chest and opening the robe did little to improve her comfort. Sweat dripped down her face and chest and slipped between her large breasts.

  Together they looked straight ahead through the steam to the glass door and listened closely. There was nothing, but the two of them, hot from the steam and hot for each other. He slipped a hand under her robe and ran his fingers up her thigh. Her eyes drifted closed as she spread her legs.

  She placed her hand over his towel-covered erection and squeezed. He gasped. Moving her hand to the edge of the towel, she pulled it up and over, freeing him from its confines. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him slowly as he slipped his hand between her thighs and felt how completely soaked she was.

  “Oh, Victoria…” He craned his neck backwards, pressing it to the wall behind him and sliding his fingers deeper into her.

  She moaned then all at once, leaned over and took him fully into her mouth. His hand slipped from her, and his eyes glazed over. Slowly she moved over him with her robe-covered head rising and falling in a steady rhythm— the heat building inside her, the hair on her head soaked, her heart beating out of her chest and her pussy wetter than it had ever been before.

  Moving to a position with her hands and knees on the bench, she doubled her efforts, enthusiastically taking more of him with every downward plunge. He slid his hand into her open robe, grabbed her swollen, sweat-soaked breasts and roughly toyed with her nipples.

  He pulled her robe open fully, and returned his fingers between her thighs, curling them up under her and rubbing her clit. She moaned out loud and rose up from him panting and running her tongue around her lips. Gazing down breathlessly at his sweat-covered hard body, she flipped the hood off her head and brushed her wet hair back behind her ears.

  She placed a finger on his chest and slowly traced a line down to his throbbing erection as his fingers slipped inside her once more. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she wrapped her hand around his shaf
t and plunged her head down taking him back inside her mouth. Licking, sucking and slurping over him, she worked him in the overwhelmingly, wet and hot heat.

  “Stop,” he said, “Or I’m going to… Finish.”

  Pulling up from him, she wiped her lips then gazed down once more drinking in his body. He leaned over to her and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him close. He plunged his fingers into her faster as he moved to the other breast.

  She pulled away and stood before him, glancing once behind her, but only momentarily before letting the robe slide off her shoulders and down her arms before catching it and tossing it next to him. Now completely nude, she climbed on his lap and sat down on him, his huge erection pointing up between them as they kissed.

  He wrapped his arms around her, and his hands slid down her sweaty back to her ass. She ground her hips up and down over him as he kneaded her cheeks. Rising up a bit, she pressed her body into his harder until his cock was trapped between them. Then rising up and down slowly she enjoyed the feel of her clit as it rode his hardness.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned and held perfectly still while their parts lingered together. He scooped his hands under her rear and reached for his shaft, taking hold of it and guiding it to her entrance. She felt him pressing into her and waited, but for only a moment before sliding all the way down— his thickness filling her completely. The muscles inside her gripped him tightly as she remained pressing down hard on him as her lips searched out his. They kissed again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and her taking it in and sucking hard.

  She rose up a little, and her eyes rolled back in her head as a small orgasm hit her. But she wanted more, much more. She gasped, then lifted up higher before plunging down again. It was if neither cared if anyone or everyone onboard walked in on them at that moment as they unabashedly fucked in the steamy, foggy, room. She bounced up and down on him, and he struggled to hold on to her slippery skin. Suddenly she rose up from him, turned to face the door and straddled his legs. Taking hold of his cock, she slipped back down on it slowly. When her ass reached his thighs, they moaned together and held perfectly still. She pressed her palms into his thighs for support. He playfully gnawed on her neck as she began thrusting her hips back and forth over him while he roughly massaged her breasts. Sliding one hand down, he searched out her clit with his finger and the instant he touched it, she came hard.