Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

“You have such a pretty pussy.” He gazed between her thighs. “I love all the parts of it.”

  “Tell me more.”

  He moved to the center of the bed, cocking his head as he studied her a little closer. Slowly, he ran his hand from her knee down to her inner thigh, lightly brushing his fingers over her lips then back up the other side. She exhaled sharply and closed her eyes as he began, “I love that you are so pink inside and you have the tiniest little hole. And that skin between there and your perfect, little asshole. You know I love that too. I could lick you there for a long, long time.”

  She muttered, “Mmm-hmm.”

  Placing two fingers just below her knee, he ran it back down to her inner thigh then traced a line over her pussy through the landing strip of pubic hair then up the other leg to her knee.

  Her mouth fell open. “That feels so good.”

  “I love touching you.”

  Reaching out, she placed her hand on his hip then ran a finger down his thigh. His cock responded, flexing in its already engorged state.

  “You don’t have to touch me. Just relax.”

  “Kathleen said I should take care of you.”

  “Really?” He chuckled as he brushed his fingertip over her clit. “Why?”

  Jillian moaned. “She, um, loved your pie and I guess she was just comparing you to, um…”

  She lost her train of thought when he slipped a finger inside her.

  “What was she comparing me too?” he asked.

  “What?” She forced her eyes open. “Oh, um, just all other men. I guess, especially Jeremy tonight.”

  “Oh.” After pulling his lone finger from inside her, he placed two together and slowly ran them from just below her pussy up to her clit over and over, lightly stroking her lips.

  She responded with her eyes closed, her lip quivering and her head slowly shaking from side to side. “Yeah, she… says you are the last good man.”

  “Maybe I am.” He punctuated that thought, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them up in search of her G-spot.

  “Oh God.” Her mouth opened wide as she lifted her hips up slightly from the mattress, sucking in a deep breath.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Bringing his other hand to her clit, he continued pumping his slick fingers into her wet pussy, pushing them deep then curling them up again. She moaned loudest when he did, so he repeated that as he rubbed her clit harder and harder.

  “Brian,” she called out. “That feels so good.”

  He smiled at her, drinking in the sight of her breasts heaving, her nipples hard as he took pleasure in pleasing her with his hands. “You are so sexy.”

  “Yeah…” She purred. “Don’t stop, but a little harder please.”

  “On your clit?”

  “Both.”

  He did as she asked, rubbing both her spots harder, stopping at one point to collect saliva from his mouth to remoisten her, tasting her sweet juice in the process. The moment he returned his slick fingers to her, she cried out loudly and her body trembled as she climbed and climbed toward her impending orgasm.

  Studying her face and her breathing, he rubbed her faster and faster and she let her hips flop down on the mattress as the climax worked through her. She panted loudly and brought her hand atop his over her clit, pressing it down even harder and he took the hint.

  She screamed out just as wave after wave of intense pleasure rumbled through her. The muscles inside her squeezed his fingers as he slowly pumped in and out. A few seconds later, she relaxed then rolled away from his attention, letting out a satisfied sigh.

  “You didn’t squirt.” He frowned still kneeling over her.

  “I know. I don’t know if I ever will again.” When she turned back, she smiled at him and searched out his erection with her hand. Wrapping her fingers around the head, she spread the pre-cum all over the tip. “You feel really hard.”

  “I am.”

  “I love touching you.” Her gaze locked on his erection as she ran her fingers down the shaft.

  He closed his eyes. “You can touch me whenever you want.”

  “Good. Do you want to lay back and relax?”

  Nodding, he lay against the pillows and spread his legs.

  She rose to her knees and moved to the center of the bed to gain better access to all of him. Taking his cock back in her hand, she pumped it slowly. She brought her other hand to his balls and playfully teased them.

  “That feels really good.” He closed his eyes and panted.

  Slipping a finger under his balls, she slid it over his perineum as she stroked his shaft harder and faster. When the friction got to be too much, she took a break to collect the copious amounts of pre-cum flowing from the tip and used it to lubricate him.

  His mouth fell open and his eyes went to her handiwork as she kept on pleasuring him. She alternated between cupping his balls, squeezing them gently and rubbing the area under, while focusing her quick strokes near his tip.

  His breathing became more and more labored and his gasps louder and louder as she pumped him faster. Suddenly he cried out, his cock thickening and throbbing, his body convulsing as semen blasted from the slit. She smiled and pumped the head with short strokes as the second gush slipped out of him. Then another and yet another and the last drops dripped down his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck…” He sighed and his eyes rolled back in his head.

  She ran her fingers over him as his cock slowly deflated, his body trembling. When it finally flopped against his thigh, he slid lower in the bed and she curled up on his shoulder, taking a deep breath.

  He raked his hands through her hair as she slipped a finger playfully into his belly button. After a few moments she said, “You know, we could help out Kathleen.”

  “What?”

  “I mean you could.”

  “Help her how?”

  “Donate your sperm.” She skated her fingers up his abdomen and through the hair on his chest. “Help her get pregnant.”

  “Okay, yeah…” He laughed.

  “I’m serious.”

  He craned his neck to look at her. “Really?”

  She pushed herself up from his shoulder and pressed her lips together, cocking one eyebrow higher. “I mean, would that be a mistake?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I think you meet her qualifications for good genes.”

  “I do?” he asked in surprise.

  “Your mother is a little crazy, but she’s never been actually diagnosed with any kind of mental disorder, right?”

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

  “No cancers in your family, right?”

  “No.”

  “You’re smart, good looking, um, tall.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Ish.” She smiled. “You’re tallish.”

  “Okay.” He chuckled then his smile faded. “Wait, you’d be okay with me having another child that wasn’t actually ours? Wouldn’t that be weird?”

  “I don’t know.” She raised an eyebrow. “I guess the real question is would you be okay with it?”

  “I never thought about it before, but possibly.” After pausing another moment to think, suddenly he frowned. “Hold on, I really don’t want to go back to one of those fertility clinics. I’ve had enough of that.”

  “Who said anything about a fertility clinic? I think we should invite her into our bedroom.”

  “What?” He looked at her like she had three breasts and one of them actually had two nipples on it. “You mean…”

  Moving away from him, she leaned against the headboard and scrunched her face up. “That’s crazy right? This is completely nuts.”

  “Um, well, I don’t know.” He paused a moment to think. “So the three of us?”

  “Maybe.” She never looked more unsure of anything in her life.

  After pausing for a long time, staring at the comforter, he began hesitantly, “And you wouldn’t mind that I, yo
u know…”

  She studied his face for a few seconds then said, “I don’t think so. I mean, as long as you don’t run away with her.”

  “That’s not happening.” He laughed. “But do you think she would really want to do that with us?”

  “I guess I won’t know until I ask.”

  He reached out, taking her hand. “Before you even mention it to her, I’d need to think more on whether I could father a baby that I might never see or watch grow up or know.”

  “Of course.”

  “And you’d need to think more on it too.”

  “Definitely.” She nodded.

  “And we also need to think about whether we really want to have sex with someone else. I mean, couldn’t that possibly mess up our relationship?”

  “We’d have to be careful.” Jillian cocked her head. “Do you think it would?”

  “Um, I don’t think so.” He knelt on the bed and looked her in the eye. “I love you and nothing could ever change that.”

  “I love you too.” After taking a deep breath, she stared straight ahead. “Wow, this is…”

  “Yeah…”

  Brian and Jillian took the next few days to reflect on all of it. They discussed it from all angles, thought about all the possibilities, tossed and turned and went back and forth about it several times in their minds. They discussed the sex and the implications there. The talked about the child that might result and how that could affect their lives. There were moments when it felt like the worst idea in the world then other moments when they agreed it was something that they should do. To say they were torn would be the understatement of the year.

  It wasn’t until a quiet morning at home that they made up their minds. They were simply laying on the floor next to one other, each holding one of their sons up in the air. The boys were smiling down at them, giggling and cackling. At just about the same moment they brought their sons down for a hug then turned to look at one other, smiling.

  He said, “We should help Kathleen get pregnant.”

  Her jaw dropped open. “I was just about to say that very same thing.”

  “You were?”

  “Uh-huh.” She nodded.

  “What made you think that?”

  “I was just picturing her that night when she was holding our son and how she looked with him.”

  “So was I.” His mouth dropped open. “Weird.”

  She said, “Why are we always thinking the same thing?”

  “We’re not always.” He frowned. “Remember last week when I wanted to have guacamole and chips and you—”

  “Shut up.” She giggled. “Most of the time we are.”

  “Okay, you’re right,” he admitted. “So, you really want to do this?”

  “Yes.” She paused a moment then continued, “There’s something about her. She’s touched something deep inside of me. It just seems like it’s a good thing that we could do for her, you know?”

  “Yeah, I feel it too.”

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  Jillian stood outside Kathleen’s dressing room door with her hand poised to knock. She moved her wrist forward then stopped short. After shaking her head, she started to walk away then turned back to the door, closing her eyes with her thoughts reeling. There was so much noise blasting down the hall from last minute set construction that she didn’t hear when Kathleen pulled the door open, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with her hair tied up in a ponytail. The actress looked surprised as she found her new friend standing there in that catatonic state.

  “Jillian, are you okay?” Kathleen asked with concern mixed with a little chuckle.

  Jillian’s eyes flew open and she took a step backward. “Sorry, I was just, um, coming to see you and—”

  “I was just on my way to see if you were in yet, too.”

  “Oh, really. Why?”

  The noise level returned to just above completely annoying and the two women looked down the hall wearing frowns.

  “Want to come in?” Kathleen asked.

  When the two were comfortably seated inside, Kathleen smiled at her. “So what did you need to see me about?”

  “No, you go first.” Jillian waved her hand at her.

  “Okay, well, I just wanted to thank you again for dinner last night. It was wonderful.”

  “We were happy to have you. And sorry about the whole Jeremy thing. We had no idea he had such strong political opinions.”

  “As do I.” Kathleen nodded with a proud smile.

  “Yep, let’s just say you two are not made for each other.”

  “Exactly, not like you and Brian. How is he, by the way?” Kathleen shot her a suggestive look. “Did you reward him like he deserved?”

  Jillian giggled. “Oh, I think he was rewarded.”

  “Good. Can I get you anything? Fruit or water or…” Kathleen motioned to a large gift basket on the table.

  “I’m fine.”

  “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Kathleen picked up her water bottle. “More script changes.”

  “No.” Jillian shook her head. “You see Brian and I got to talking about you.”

  “Really?” Kathleen asked before taking a sip.

  “Yes, we, I mean, I was wondering if you might consider Brian to be your donor.”

  “What?” She leaned forward, gasping.

  Jillian shrugged. “He’s tall and handsome and his family history I think is—”

  “You don’t have to sell me on his looks.” Kathleen wore a broad smile. “But I may want to see some medical history, that is, if you both are actually serious.”

  “I think we are.”

  “You can’t just think.” Kathleen shot her a deadly serious look. “You’d have to know. This is a big deal. Would Brian really be okay having a child out in the world that he may never know? I mean, I haven’t decided if when the time comes, I’ll let him or her know who the donor was. I may not even want them to meet. I may be in another relationship and I’m not sure.”

  “Sorry, I misspoke. I’m nervous. We are serious.” Jillian cleared her throat. “Brian and I discussed all of it and we agreed that we would like to try to help you. That is, if you want our help. We would accept whatever conditions go along with it that pertain to the child.”

  “Wow, I’m… I’m… I don’t know what to say.”

  “We even discussed the sex part and we think—”

  “The sex part.” Kathleen’s eyes widened. “Like you want me to actually have sex with your husband?”

  “Oh, so, sorry.” Jillian narrowed her eyes. “You were thinking it would be like a fertility clinic thing?”

  “Um, well, with a married man, yes. I mean, if I were to do it with a single man, I might have considered doing it the old fashioned way. The much more fun way.” Kathleen flashed her a smile.

  “Maybe I’m not making myself clear. Brian and I have never swung or done anything even remotely like this before, but…” Jillian sighed, fidgeting in her seat, hands on her knees.

  “Honey, it’s okay.” Leaning forward, Kathleen placed her hand atop Jillian’s.

  Jillian gazed down to their connection and her heart raced. Looking up, she spotted Kathleen’s cleavage peeking out of the V-neck t-shirt and she quickly closed her eyes. When she opened them her gaze returned to her friend’s hand and she smiled nervously. “I like you. We like you.”

  “Oh, I like you both too. And I appreciate the offer, but I think you really need to think about what—”

  “Please let me finish.” Jillian rose to her feet and moved to the center of the room. Turning back to Kathleen, she began, “I’ve never been with a woman before and what I’m trying to say is that I’m very attracted to you. And I want to… We want to help you have a baby. When I watched you filming those scenes I told you how it moved me.”

  “You did.”

  “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

  Kathleen paused a moment then said, “Yes, twice.”

  Jillian looked into h
er eyes. “And did you like it?”

  “The first time I did, but the second was very different.” Kathleen took a deep breath and sat back in her seat, pausing a moment seemingly reliving it all. “Not good.”

  “Oh, does that mean you don’t want to ever try again?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “Good, because I felt like we have a certain connection.” Jillian returned to her chair. “I love Brian and I don’t think I’d ever not be attracted to men. It’s just that I am attracted to you. I feel like we’ve grown close in such a short amount of time.”

  “Yes, we have.”

  “I’m not sure how much or how little I’d want to be involved if we all got together to do this. I do know that I’m intrigued for the first time in my life to touch another woman.” Jillian leveled her gaze to her new friend. “Are you attracted to me?”

  “I never really thought of you that way—”

  “Okay, I—”

  “Jillian would you let me finish?”

  “Sorry.”

  “I never thought of you that way at first, but that day in your pool and the other night I must admit there is something here. I am attracted too.”

  “Okay. So, you would consider this?”

  “I will… I am. I’ve got to say my heart is pounding right now.”

  “Thank God.” Jillian exhaled deeply and smiled. “So is mine.”

  “I think we’d just need to talk about how it might work. I have a contract drawn up for any potential donors already. And like I mentioned I would need to see medical history.”

  “Of course.”

  “I’m not scheduled to ovulate for about three weeks so we have time to discuss this or work out any details. Or if that’s too soon we can wait until next month.”

  “Okay, I appreciate that,” Jillian began. “You know, I’m a little scared, a lot excited and I really don’t know exactly what I’m doing.”

  “Does anyone?” Kathleen chuckled. “I’ve been winging it for years now.”

  The two shared a laugh.

  “How about I take you both out to dinner and we can talk more.” Kathleen gave her a sweet smile.

  “Sounds good.”

  “Does Saturday work for you?”

  “Perfect.”

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