Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

“Good.” After taking a sip, she placed her beer down on the bench and rubbed her hands together. “So any threesomes?”

  “Well, yes,” Jeremy admitted.

  “Bastard,” Brian grumbled and took a sip of his beer.

  “Jealous little bitch,” Jeremy snapped sarcastically.

  “How many?” Jillian asked.

  “I don’t know… maybe five.”

  “Five. Geez!” Brian’s jaw dropped.

  “Babe…” Jillian shot her husband a disapproving frown. “Don’t be a jealous little bitch.”

  Jeremy smiled at him then sipped from his bottle.

  “Okay, sorry. You’re right,” Brian replied.

  Jillian returned her attention to Jeremy and asked, “All with two girls or any with just one girl and another guy?”

  The sexy stud opened his mouth to speak, but instead pressed his lips together then took a healthy drink from his beer.

  Brian said, “Holy crap, you double teamed a chick with another guy?”

  “Well, I—”

  “Dude, seriously!”

  “We didn’t cross swords,” Jeremy said, sheepishly.

  “I don’t care.” Brian shook his head. “It’s just—”

  “It was college and it only happened once. I was a little drunk. The girl was practically begging us to do it.”

  Jillian smiled. “It sounds like I could write a whole novel on your college days.”

  “It was, I don’t know, interesting.” Jeremy slumped lower and sipped his beer. He arched his back and the towel slipped a little from his legs. Brian spotted Jillian’s eyes widen and her head tilt as she gazed at Jeremy’s midsection. She picked up her beer, sipped it then leaned back against the wall seemingly stealing looks at Jeremy. Brian watched her dumbfounded before shooting his friend an evil look.

  “Um, ever do it with more than two women at the same time?” Jillian asked, glancing lower then raising her gaze to Jeremy’s face.

  “What? No!” Jeremy jeered. “I’m no rock star.”

  The two shared a laugh with Brian maintaining his stoic expression.

  “Pretty damn close.” Brian noticed the towel had opened pretty wide between his friend’s legs, exposing a whole lot of his thigh and God knows what else. Rising to his feet, he moved to Jillian’s bench and took a seat next to her, grabbing a beer from the bucket and twisting off the top.

  She immediately sat up straight and exhaled deeply, rubbing the sweat from her brow. “I would have gotten that for you.”

  “Uh-huh,” Brian grumbled.

  She glanced to her husband then again wiped the sweat from her brow as she now refused to look directly at Jeremy. After a few seconds she stammered, “Um, so, it was… just two women?”

  “And only a couple times,” Jeremy began. “It was fun, but pleasing one woman is hard enough. Two is a whole other thing.”

  “I’ll bet.” Brian snapped, slumping down in his seat, tilting his head and noticing the head of his friend’s sizeable penis dangling in full view between his spread legs. He sighed and shook his head.

  Jillian fanned her hand in front of her face. “It’s, um, really hot in here.”

  “Well, it is a sauna,” Brian replied then he looked to his friend and asked cheerily, “So you’re sure you never crossed swords?”

  “I mean, I’m not homophobic or anything, but I stayed on one end and he sorta kept to himself on the other.”

  “Sounds interesting,” Brian shot back with an edge to his voice.

  “I don’t know.” Jeremy shrugged. “It was crowded and a little confusing.”

  “I’ll bet.” Frowning, Brian motioned with his beer bottle toward Jeremy’s groin.

  “What?”

  “Your towel.” Brian widened his eyes.

  “Oh, sorry.” Jeremy straightened up quickly then waved his hand in front of his face. “Sorry. Whoa. It’s hot in here. I think I’m going to pass out.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Brian muttered as he glared at his wife.

  3

  That night, at just after 9:30 pm, over at Victoria and Jim’s house, Kaylie was sleeping soundly in her bedroom. With the child monitor turned on full blast and the door securely locked, Victoria smiled in the knowledge that all systems were go. She lay in bed, not wearing a thing, one hand behind her head, the wrist handcuffed to the headboard. Jim opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorframe with his hands on his hips. In a full bright yellow fireman’s uniform, complete with the giant helmet, he put on a heroic expression. His jacket zipper was pulled half way down exposing his bare chest. “There’s a wildfire,” He announced in an over-the-top alpha male voice. “There’s an evacuation order. Why are you still here?”

  Motioning with a head nod to the handcuff, she gave him an uneasy smile. “I’m sort of stuck.”

  “Do you have the key?” He stepped into the bedroom.

  “No, my boyfriend does.” She batted her eyelashes, shyly. “Well, he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

  “Why not?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” She rolled her eyes. “He left me handcuffed to the bed in the middle of a wildfire.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He nodded.

  “He ran away like a little boy. I don’t need a boy.” She flashed him a sexy smile. “I need a real man.”

  “Ms. Wilde.”

  “Call me Victoria.”

  “Victoria, I’ve got to get you out of here. The whole neighborhood could go up in flames any second.”

  “You sure we don’t have like… I don’t know… twenty minutes to spare?”

  “Oh, you mean to jimmy the lock?” he asked with a confused expression.

  “No.” She shook her head slowly. “I told you I need a real man. Oh, God…” Victoria sighed. “I just thought of something better to say. Can we back up and take it again?”

  “Sure, from where?”

  “The jimmy the lock part.”

  He cleared his throat and said in an over-the-top voice, “You mean to jimmy the lock?”

  “No, but you can jimmy my lock if you want.” She raised her eyebrows then gazed between her thighs.

  “Oh, funny.” He pointed at her. “I like what you did there.”

  “Thanks.”

  He cleared his throat. “I’ll see what I can do with your lock.”

  “Please help me.”

  Taking a step closer to the bed, he swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of her exquisite curves. “I think we do have a few minutes.”

  “Good then come here.”

  He moved to the edge of the bed and she looked into his eyes, placing her hand on his bare chest. “Why aren’t you wearing anything under your coat?”

  “It’s hot.”

  “Mm-hmm it is hot.” Taking hold of his jacket zipper, she slowly pulled it all the way down.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Climbing your fire pole.” She flashed him a sexy grin as she scooted her rear end to the edge of the mattress, placing her feet on the floor.

  Using her one free hand, she touched his stomach then moved it slowly up to his chest. She sighed, continuing on to his neck before finally pushing the jacket off his shoulders. It fell to the floor and she muttered, “oops.”

  “That’s okay.” Leaning down, he let his lips graze hers. She moaned and extended her tongue in search of his as she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. She pulled back from him and focused her attention on the bulge forming in his yellow protective pants. “It looks like you brought your own hose.”

  “I can put out your fire,” he said with authority.

  “Funny.” Breaking character, she smiled. “Did you come up with that yourself?”

  “I did. You like?”

  “Uh-huh. Nice touch.”

  Placing her hand over his erection, she cupped it through the thick material and ran her index finger up and down the swollen length. He closed his eyes as he rocked slowly back and forth. She moved her hand to the suspender clasp and struggled
to release it. Narrowing her eyes, she muttered, “Crap.”

  “I know, they’re a real pain.” He reached for the strap and she grabbed his hand.

  “I really want to do it.” Placing her lips on his chest, she sucked on his skin then swirled her tongue around his nipple as she went back to work on the clasp. A few seconds later she freed it and the strap slipped upward. One side of his pants sagged exposing his sexy hipbone. She pulled back and her eyes followed along the love trail of hair from his belly button to the cropped patch of hair over his groin. Her lips parted and leaning forward, she gazed into his pants spotting the root of his manhood as it snaked down his leg. “Your hose is so long.”

  He raised his eyebrows and smiled. She traced a finger down his belly, through the soft, silky hair to the base of his cock. He gasped as she ran her finger around one side, back to the top then down the other. His cock throbbed and jerked under the confines of the thick material and his jaw fell open. “Oh, fuck…”

  She went to work on the final clasp and quickly disengaged it. Suddenly, it shot up his body as the pants fell to the carpet exposing all of him for her pleasure. She breathed heavily as she took in the sight of his erection as it sprang up almost horizontally before the incredible heft of it drew it back downward.

  Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she looked up to his face. “We don’t have much time.”

  “No, we don’t.”

  “Fuck me.”

  He nodded and kissed her on the lips. Wrapping one arm around her, he guided her backward to rest on the mattress, her knees now in the air. He grasped each of her legs by the ankle and his strong erection stood at her entrance. Looking down at their parts, he moved forward only slightly and his swollen head pressed deliciously on her clit. He looked into her eyes as he pulled back a bit, angled his hips lower and slipped easily inside her wetness, pressing his hips fully into hers.

  4

  Sitting behind the desk in her spacious home office, Victoria sipped tea from her mug then asked her twenty-eight-year-old male client, “When did you first notice that you had a problem?”

  “On my wedding night eighteen months ago.”

  “Prior to that, how long would you say you could maintain an erection during sex?”

  “Before that I was a virgin.”

  “To be clear… no sexual experience at all with a partner. No oral or hand manipulation or—”

  “Well, I, um…”

  She gave him a curious look.

  “Okay, I would not call it sex.” He cleared his throat. “Um, but previously I could, you know, stay erect for a while.”

  “Clark, what do you mean you would not call it sex?” She narrowed her eyes. “What would you call it?”

  “Where I grew up and went to college we used to do this thing called soaking.”

  “Soaking?” She shot him a perplexed look. “I’ve never heard of that.”

  “What it is, um, is…” After wiping the sweat from his brow, Clark made some awkward hand gestures, which indicated absolutely nothing. Then he continued, “… you actually put… it in, but then you don’t move.”

  She glanced down to her keyboard before looking him in the eye. “Let me see if I understand what you’re saying. You would get an erection, penetrate a woman’s vagina with it then not move. Is that correct?”

  “Exactly.”

  The therapist pondered this for a moment then asked, “Would you climax?”

  “No.”

  “Would your partner climax?”

  He shook his head.

  “Huh…” Looking at him like he was out of his mind, she asked, “Then why exactly would you do this?”

  “Um, well, it’s just a way to be close to your girlfriend and remain a virgin.”

  She chuckled then snapped in a judgmental tone, “Listen honey, the moment your dick entered that pussy both your virginities went out the window.”

  He gazed at her in shock, his jaw hanging open.

  “Sorry. Sorry for my choice of words there, um…” Sitting up straight and interlacing her fingers together, she placed them atop her desk returning to proper P.H.D. mode. “What I meant to say was that the generally accepted definition of a virgin is a person who has not engaged in intercourse. Most people would classify that as intercourse.”

  “Okay, but I really don’t agree.”

  “Let’s put that aside for now. So, during these, um…” She raised an eyebrow. “What did you call it?”

  “Soaking.”

  “Yes, during these soaking sessions… how long would the experience last?” Victoria took a sip from her tea.

  “Well, I would say thirty to forty minutes.”

  She choked then after clearing her throat looked at him with wide, watery eyes. “Forty minutes!”

  “Yes, sometimes a little less, but that was probably the average.” Frowning, he rubbed his hands together nervously.

  “And you could sustain your erection during that entire time?”

  “Yes.”

  “Huh.” She looked at the top of her desk for a moment then returned to her patient. “And how long have you been practicing this?”

  “Seven years or so. From my junior year of college until when my problem started.”

  “And eighteen months ago was the first time you attempted to have sex where a climax was the goal?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Waiting for marriage.”

  “Yes.” On the verge of tears, he ran his fingers over his face. “You’ve got to help me Doctor Wilde. I don’t want to lose Cynthia. I love her.”

  “Clark, take a deep breath.”

  After sighing, he did as she asked then looked at her shaking his head.

  She said, “Do you need some water or…”

  “No, I’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, take me through a typical sexual encounter with your wife.”

  “Well, I normally get an erection just by kissing her then when it comes time to, um, you know, I put on a condom and we start or I guess we barely start.” He sighed. “I can get inside with no problem, but the moment I begin moving it’s over.”

  “You orgasm?”

  “Yes.”

  She made a note on her pad. “Then what happens?”

  “I lose my erection and we’re done.”

  After nodding her head and making another note, she asked, “Do you attempt sex again after climaxing?”

  “We’ve tried, but I can’t get hard again usually for at least an hour.” He dropped his head in his hands. “She’s going to leave me I know it.”

  “I assume that Cynthia has never had an orgasm during intercourse with you.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

  “Do you give her orgasms with your hand or have you incorporated sex toys into your lovemaking?”

  “We’ve never tried sex toys and I have tried to touch her, but I’ve never been successful giving her an orgasm.”

  “Have you spoken with her about it?” Victoria asked.

  “Well, yeah, sure.”

  “And…”

  “She says sex isn’t important to her and she loves me and doesn’t care if I can or, um, if we… but I don’t believe her. No woman would want…” His words trailed off and he exhaled an exhausted breath. “Can you help me?”

  “Yes, Clark, I believe I can help.” She gave him a steadfastly determined look. “There are a number of strategies we can employ to work through your issue.”

  “There are?”

  “Yes, I’ve helped a number of clients who’ve experienced premature ejaculation problems and who are now enjoying satisfying sex lives. I think for our next session you should bring your wife and—”

  “No, that’s not possible.” He put a hand up, widening his eyes. “She doesn’t even know I’m here.”

  She pursed her lips, frowning. “You’re going to need to work together to resolve this.”

  “Look, Doctor Wilde, she’s a Mormon and her f
amily is very religious. My family is as well. We just don’t go around talking about this sort of thing with other people.”

  “But you’re here.” She gave him a sympathetic smile.

  “I know. I know.” He exhaled sharply. “But I’m sure that she would not be willing to do this.”

  After making a note on her pad, she cocked her head. “Well, it may take a little longer without your wife’s participation, but there are things you can do to improve your performance.”

  “Like what?”

  “When you masturbate how long do you typically last?” She sipped from her mug.

  “I don’t,” he announced proudly.

  Victoria narrowed her eyes. “Don’t last or don’t mast—”

  “Touching yourself is a sin.”

  “Well, okay…” Victoria sighed pausing a moment to think before she continued, “Do you think you could put aside that belief for the sake of your therapy and your marriage?”

  Wearing a scowl, he paused a moment then his expression softened. “I guess if the goal is not self-gratification then it might be all right.”

  “Good.” She smiled. “I can provide a number of exercises you can do, which are designed to improve your performance.”

  “Okay.” Grimacing, he nodded.

  She put on a reassuring smile. “Trust me, Clark. In order to resolve this issue, you’ll need to recondition your response to more traditional forms of stimulation.”

  After a moment, he took a deep breath. “I’m willing to try.”

  “Good.” After pulling a pad from her drawer, she began writing. “I’m going to give you the name of a book you can order. Read chapters one and two then perform the activity at the end of chapter two.”

  “A book?”

  “Yes, then we’ll meet again. How does next week sound? Same time?”

  “Okay.”

  Victoria handed over the paper and gave him another sympathetic smile. “I can help you.”

  “I hope so. I love her.”

  “I know.”

  5

  Over at the other Nash residence, Jeremy, Jillian and Brian were sitting outside enjoying dinner. With three more beers lifting his spirits, Brian had all but forgotten about his wife enjoying Jeremy’s big show in the sauna.