Friends With Extra Benefits (13 page)

Jillian's heart pumped right along with his, as
she pictured she was riding him at that moment. Her fingers kept
sliding over his sensitive flesh, as Brian moved his hand to the
armrest and squeezed hard again. She slipped her index finger down,
touching a part of him that was unusually sensitive at that moment.
Gasping silently, he quickly brought his hand down over hers to
stop her from moving.

This pulled her from the fantasy, and she gazed
up into his eyes dreamily. "How was that?"

He nodded with a smile, and his glazed-over look
answered her query. She blindly swiped the napkin on his thigh in
an attempt to clean him off. Reaching further into his shorts, she
slipped the boxer briefs over his manhood and then pulled his
shorts down completely.

"Wow," he said before exhaling a long, slow
breath.

Jillian gave him a smile. "Be right back. I'm
going to clean up."

She slipped out of her seat, and he watched as
she moved toward the restroom, wishing he could go with her.

They arrived at the hotel just after 8:30 p.m.,
checked in, and went to the restaurant for a late dinner. After
dinner and a few adult beverages, they stumbled up to their suite,
where they shared a bath in the large two-person tub.

Brian carried her to the bed, placed her down
gently, and then crawled between her legs to return the favor she
had so sexily delivered to him at thirty-thousand feet. She
experienced two mind-blowing orgasms courtesy of Brian's tongue,
combined with a random finger here and there, and even right near
the end of orgasm number two, he just happened to have fingers both
here and there at the very same moment. As Brian was doing it he
thought, Sometimes you need to bring out all your weapons at
once.

Shortly after Jillian received her pleasure, she
offered to put him to bed. He smiled brightly, because he knew
exactly what that meant. She slipped under the covers and put him
to bed all right. Ten minutes later they were both in REM Stage
Five while wearing huge smiles.

Brian woke up early the next morning. He lifted
the covers to drink in his wife's sexy body before dressing in
shorts and a t-shirt and heading out for a run. After putting in
more than two miles around the gorgeous grounds of the resort, he
came upon an older gentleman giving a tennis lesson to two kids who
looked to be about ten years old. Brian stood and watched,
impressed, as the kids pounded the ball forcefully back and forth
over the net while the older man stood beside the court, calling
out instructions.

"Keep your eye on the ball... Come on, use good
footwork... That's it, nice shot."

After a few minutes, the instructor told the
pair to get a drink and take a break. Brian moved to the fence and
said, "They're good. Are they your kids?"

The man turned to him and replied, "No, I'm one
of the instructors."

"The boy... what's he, like, a 4.5 player?"

The man smiled proudly. "Now he is. When I
started with him, he was about a 3.5."

"Awfully young to be that good. I wish I had
been, back then."

"Don't we all?"

"Out of curiosity, what does it take to become
an instructor?"

"You need to be certified by the USPTA."

The kids walked back onto the court. The
instructor turned to his students and said, "Let’s work on your
serve." He glanced at Brian. "Gotta get back."

"Have fun."

They shared a smile, and Brian jogged away.

Jillian was still sleeping when he returned. He
took his laptop onto the balcony and Googled USPTA certification
programs. He located the United States Professional Tennis
Association's site and searched until he located a page on how to
acquire a certification as a Little Tennis Specialist. As he read
the description, his face lit up. This is what he wanted to do, at
least to start with. He could get a job that didn't seem at all
like a job. He could teach, and maybe it eventually would lead to
something bigger. He figured, what could be more fun than teaching
the game to children and their families? He read up on the
certification program, such as where to apply and take the
necessary classes. Brian performed another Internet search and was
able to find a location in Miami where he could become certified.
He wore a smile as he completed the online application process.

Brian quietly slipped back into the room and
found Jillian still asleep. He went into the bathroom, closed the
door, and filled the sink with super hot water. He grabbed
Jillian's travel bottle of baby oil and placed it in the steaming
water.

Picking up the hotel phone, he ordered them both
breakfast to be delivered in thirty minutes and then waited while
the oil warmed. A few minutes later, he carried the oil out to the
room and climbed into bed.

Jillian stirred and glanced up at him with a
sleepy smile. "What time is it?"

"About ten thirty?"

"I'm starving."

"I ordered us breakfast."

Rolling over onto her back, Jillian stretched
her arms up languidly and let out a big yawn. "Grrrreat."

"Can I interest you in a full-body rub while we
wait for breakfast?"

Jillian smiled and turned onto her stomach. He
pulled the covers down to fully expose her exquisite body and drank
it in as he blindly removed the cap from the oil.

Brian held the bottle about a foot over her back
and dripped a few drops onto her skin. Once the warm oil touched
her, she exhaled deeply then said, "You heated it up?"

"Uh-huh."

She turned to glance up at him. "I'm so going to
take care of you later."

He grinned.

She relaxed back into position as Brian dribbled
warm oil all over her back, legs and breathtaking rear end. Jillian
melted with his touch as he worked every inch of her. After twenty
minutes of heaven, Jillian slipped into the shower while Brian
waited for room service. They enjoyed a spectacular breakfast and
then made spectacular love before they got ready for their 1:00
p.m. court time.

Their match was tied one set all and five games
apiece in the third set. They sat on the bench taking a much-needed
break from the steamy Arizona weather and sipped water.

Jillian smiled. "Would you like to make it
interesting?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"How about whoever wins gets to choose what we
do in bed later."

Brian gave her a skeptical look. "Whatever we
want... I mean nothing is off the table?"

She placed a hand on his knee and replied,
"Nothing is off the table."

A big smile spread over his face. "If I win, you
do know what I want to do, don't you?"

She gave him a sexy grin. "I can guess."

"You’d probably be right... you're not planning
on cheating, or anything?"

Jillian gave him an innocent look as her hand
traveled up his leg to his groin, and she gave it a quick squeeze.
After noticing some swelling, she grinned. "You'd better get your
head in the game if you hope to win."

He stood. "I'm ready. Just tell me you're
wearing underwear."

"I might be." She picked two tennis balls off
the court and got to her feet. "Don't forget your balls."

He gave her a smile. "When I win, you won't be
forgetting them later."

"We'll see. I hope your tongue isn't sore from
all that work last night."

Brian headed toward the service line and called
back, "It's a little sore, but I don’t think I'm going to need it
for the rest of the day and night."

Jillian positioned herself to return serve. "Oh,
you'll need it all right."

Both played some high intensity tennis, and each
won their service games to send the match to a tiebreak. Jillian
tried to derail his win with a flash of her thong-covered ass when
he was up six-five in the tiebreak and serving for the match. He
grinned and called her to the net. They met there, and he whispered
in her ear. Jillian's heart skipped a beat as he took twenty
seconds to describe all the things he was going to do to her with
his fingers, his cock, and, yes, even his semi-tired tongue. He
wrapped up his erotic narrative by pointing out that everything he
had just mentioned was only going to happen after she performed one
particularly specific act on him.

He turned and walked to the service line,
leaving her dizzied and standing at the net, fantasizing about all
he had just told her. After a few moments, Jillian shook herself
back to reality and slowly made her way into position while still
more than just a little preoccupied.

"Ready?" he called out.

"Uh-huh," was all she could muster.

Brian hit a decent serve, but it was still
returnable. Jillian was in pretty good position but swung badly and
drove it out of the court. He grinned proudly while he headed
toward the bench. As Jillian walked over to join him, she thought,
Maybe I let him win because his victory plan sounded so
well-thought-out, not to mention a whole lot more fun than what I
had in mind.

Jillian and Brian returned from Scottsdale,
relaxed, refreshed, and with Jillian's female parts somehow back in
perfect working order. He had spent just about as much time with
his tongue exploring her as he they did together on the tennis
court, and they played an awful lot of tennis. It was precisely the
balance he was looking for.

As they settled back into a normal routine, she
kept her word and was less focused on the case. After completing
her rescheduled two-week book tour, she returned to Miami for a
series of four meetings with her legal team, which ironed out the
final trial strategy. Afterward, the horny pair celebrated with a
three-set tennis match followed by a long bedroom romp. Brian won
the tennis match two sets to one; however, Jillian led in the sex
department, edging him out two orgasms to one. She enjoyed her
victory a bit more.

Over the last few months, Rob had been
completely consumed with work and earning tons of money as he sold
shares in Wealth Stone. His clients were showing big returns, on
paper anyway, and all were ecstatic. He and Bridget had been dating
casually over that stretch and seeing each other once a week or so,
but the relationship had not yet become physical.

For months, they had been talking about catching
their Georgia State Bulldogs at a football game. Well, they were
Rob's bulldogs anyway since Bridget actually graduated from
Clemson. He, of course, didn't have a clue. Bridget had recently
been sidetracked with another more pressing matter at work, until a
priority shift returned her attention to Rob, Wealth Stone, and
Carl Rodgers.

Now with her focus fully back on Rob, they were
together in a bar just outside of Orlando, watching the game on the
big screen. She wore a GSU t-shirt and jeans and looked amazing.
Rob spent a lot of time stealing glances at her body when he wasn't
watching the action on television. He was on his fifth beer, while
she was only on her second. She needed him a little drunk for what
she had planned later.

After the game, dinner, and a few more drinks,
they returned to Rob's apartment. He took Bridget on a tour of the
building, which began in the gym. There were only two practically
naked young women working out while six guys eyed them hungrily.
Bridget found this extremely amusing. Next, they moved to the pool
area, where they began sipping yet another beer. Rob was already
loaded, and his conversational filter was pretty much gone.

Bridget asked, "So your boss, Carl, also owns
this building?"

"Yeah, and he lives here too."

"Do you see him much?"

"Not really. He seems to have a lot of
girlfriends and spends most of his time in his penthouse
apartment."

"Have you seen it?"

"No."

Frowning a little, Bridget glanced around the
pool area, where a number of attractive young women were relaxing
in the hot tub. She shook her head with a grin. "It's amazing how
many women are living here. I mean, compared to the number of guys,
it's just... unusual."

"Let's just say Carl subsidizes their rent a
little." They shared a grin, and Rob continued, "He knows a lot of
girls. We actually threw my mother's new husband's bachelor party
here. Carl put everything together."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah, they have this large party room
downstairs with a big screen TV. Carl had it catered with all this
food, and it rocked."

Bridget grinned. "So, how was the stripper?"

Rob gave her a tentative look.

"It's okay; you can tell me. I have a few
brothers who share way too much. I've sorta heard it all."

"Actually, he had two... entertainers there.
They put on this somewhat interactive two-girl show."

She scoffed. "A sex show?" Rob nodded with a big
smile. She asked, "What do you mean 'interactive'?"

"Uh, well, the girls were trying to involve
Brian in their little act, but I took the bullet for him," he
announced proudly.

"God, I hope you wore a condom."

Widening his eyes, Rob lifted his hands in his
defense. "No, I didn't have sex with them. They just used me as
sort of... some kind of apparatus."

Bridget gave him a curious look.

"It's hard to explain... let's just say that
none of my parts were involved and there was literally no
touching... really. I did it all to protect my friend, Brian."

"Huh." She gave him an unconvinced smile.

He grinned and leaned over closer to her. "The
girls were doing, you know, each other on this black lounge chair
thing. It looked really cool, like it was made for sex, or
something... I don't know. I have the security code to get in the
room. Do you want to see it?"

Bridget's face lit up. "Yeah."