Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (14 page)

She turned, tilting her head up to reach his lips, and they kissed.

At the Nash residence, everyone in the house woke up completely unsatisfied, including Mr. and Mrs. Nash, although Beverly would never admit it. Together, they all ate the breakfast Brian prepared, then after lunch, the three really, really unfulfilled younger people left to play tennis.

At the local court, Jillian watched as Brian and Jim played. They were both fired up, and each gave it his all. Watching Brian closely, she dreamed of getting back to bed with him, in a place with no distractions and where you didn’t need to worry about anyone walking in.
A room with a locked door, perhaps,
she thought, then laughed out loud.

She studied Jim's stroke and thought he was a damn good tennis player. Better than both she and Brian. He had a good body, too—very similar to her Brian. She looked back at her man; he caught her and smiled at her.

"You want to hit with him a little?" Brian asked.

"Definitely."

Jillian, wearing her sexy little tennis outfit, took Brian’s place and began to hit with Jim. She noticed he seemed to smile a bit more while playing with her than he did with Brian. She wasn't sure what that was about until she caught him staring at her ass when she bent over to retrieve a ball. She didn’t mind so much, since she enjoyed playing with him as well. But after this discovery, she resorted to scooping up balls using her racket, rather than continuing to put on a show.

As they got into the car to drive back home, Jillian realized she left her cell phone on the court and left the Nash brothers in the car. They both stared at her as she walked away.

"So, Jimmy, what do you think of her?"

"She’s amazing. How'd you get her?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and they both shook their heads in disbelief.

Tearing his eyes away from her, Jim glared at his brother. "Don’t fuck it up."

"I won't."

Jim exhaled deeply. "I really want a girlfriend. I mean, really, really want a girlfriend."

After pausing to watch Jillian bend over to retrieve her phone, Brian said, "Look at the bright side. Even with no girlfriend, now that you're living at school, at least you can jerk off there."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"No privacy."

"How do you stand it?" Brian asked.

"I don’t know. I just learned to live without. Every day on campus, I’m surrounded by hot girls wearing practically nothing." Jim tightly grabbed the steering wheel. "I live with two roommates who never leave the room. Our bathroom has communal showers..." Slowly turning to Brian, Jim raised his eyebrows.

"That sucks. So mom hasn't loosened the noose, not even a little, so you could knock a quick one out at home? I mean, she's got to be a—"

"No." Jim sighed. "Still never a moment alone. Someone always popping in on you when you’re in the shower. No closed doors at night and the eagle-ear warden lurking just outside your room always."

"Wow." Brian shook his head ruefully. Message received loud and clear. A young man in his prime with absolutely no privacy… This was some serious shit!

Releasing his death grip on the steering wheel, Jim took a calming breath. "It’s all mind over matter." Jillian approached the car, smiling at them both. "Now, with her around, it’s getting just a little more difficult."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, it’s like I’m in prison, and the prison has a great view of the Playboy Mansion."

Brian placed his hand on his shoulder. "Don’t worry about it. Sometimes when I look at her, I can’t remember my own name..."

"Yeah…" Jim nodded slowly.

"Maybe you can get a girlfriend next semester or, at the very least, a shower with a curtain."

"Most likely... the shower," Jim quipped and they shared a laugh.

In the backseat of the car, Jillian found herself inadvertently and seductively stroking the grip of her tennis racquet as if it were something else just about that size. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped and studied Brian’s profile as he gazed at him, sitting in the front seat. Moments later they pulled into the empty driveway. Brian smiled. "Mom and Dad must be out."

"I think they have something at church today." Jim mimicked his happy look. As they all headed toward the house, he added, "Brian, you can have the shower first if you want."

"Jillian, you want to go before me?" Brian asked.

"No, I need to cool down." She gave him a "come hither" look. She had other surprise plans since they were currently without senior citizen supervision.

Once inside, she quickly headed to the guest room and removed her shoes and socks, slipped her bra off from under her shirt, then removed her panties. She was just two pesky garments away from having fun with Brian.

After stepping into the bathroom, Brian remembered what his brother had told him about his lack of privacy and instead walked to Jim's room.

Jim spotted him in the doorway. "What is it?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but why don't you use the bathroom first? Go take care of some
business
in there." Jim stared blankly until Brian motioned toward his crotch. "Just think about some hot girl from college, not, uh, anyone else in this general area. I'll be your lookout and knock on the door, if the lunatics come back."

"You're the best." Jim gave him a huge smile before he rushed away.

Brian crossed to the window, where he stood watch.

Hearing a car outside, Jillian watched as it drove slowly past the house. She smiled when she realized it wasn't the crazy Nash parents returning.

She walked out of her room, heard the shower running, and moved to the doorframe of Jim's room. She heard movement in there, grinned, and hurried to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, she slipped out of her two garments and was naked in four seconds. She glanced at the naked young man standing in the shower, facing away from her, and smiled. Jim was working himself as he put his head under the spray of cool water. She slid open the shower door and climbed in behind him.

"Miss me?" she asked, just as Jim turned around mid stroke with his hand straining as he really worked his erection.

He opened his eyes and froze, his hand still locked in a death grip around his shaft. She looked down at his penis. "Starting without me, I see." As she looked closer, she noticed this wasn't the penis she remembered—it was similar but just a little bit bigger.

With his eyes glued to her spectacular body, he stammered, "I, uh, think you have the wrong, uh..."

Her eyes traveled slowly up to his face. "Jim?" She stood, still too shocked to remember to cover up.

He didn't blink once as he said slowly, "Yeah."

"I’m so sorry." Her brain finally functioning again, she crossed her arms over her breasts. He looked lower and tilted his head.

"I, uh..." She stole another glance at his penis and said quickly, "You, uh, should have no trouble getting a girlfriend. I’m just going to go now."

She stepped out of the shower, picked up her clothes, and dashed completely naked into the hall. Just then Brian rushed into the hall and spotted Jillian's bare ass heading away from him. He watched in shock as she disappeared into the guest room.

He rushed after her and poked his head into her room. "Get dressed!"

"Why?"

"My parents are home!"

"Oh—get the hell out of here!"

After moving away from the door, he returned. "Wait, why were you running away from the bathroom, naked?"

She glared at him. "Why weren’t you in the shower?"

"I had something to do."

She pulled on a pair of shorts. "I just took a quick shower with your, uh... brother."

"You did?"

"Yes. You both look a lot a like—in almost every way."

"You saw him naked?"

"Well, of course! He was showering... and
other
things. I..." Jillian sat on the bed and put her head in her hands. "Get out of here and just go talk to him. Tell him I didn’t mean it. He must think I’m a pervert or something."

He grinned. "You sure do spy on young, naked men a lot. I think you should talk to someone ab—" He shut up when he saw her angry expression.

Brian made it into the bathroom just as his parents opened the front door. When he entered the room, he surprised Jim mid-stroke.

"What the heck?!" Jim turned away with his still-hard penis sticking straight out. "I really hate this house."

After glancing at his ass, Brian turned away and looked up at the ceiling. "Jillian sent me in here. She said she’s sorry. She thought
I
was in the shower."

"Duh."

"Are you almost done?"

"Not exactly. Are Mom and Dad back?"

"Yes."

"Oh, shit. I’ve got a little problem."

"I can’t, uh... I was just about to when I was interrupted the
first
time. I've been going at it forever now, and I don't even feel close."

"Well, you can't do it now. Mom will be banging on that door in a few seconds."

"Dude, just stay in here and block the door while I finish."

Just then the door pushed open two inches but was stopped by Brian’s shoe. Beverly said, "Who’s in here?"

"You see," Jim whispered.

"It’s just us."

"Who?" Beverly shot back.

Brian pushed the door closed. "Uh, Jim and me… Brian!"

"Where’s Jillian?"

"Oh, she’s in here, too. She’s washing our backs," Brian said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

"Oh, my word!" Beverly yelled back.

"Gee! I’m kidding, Mom. She’s probably in the guest room."

"Well, what are you doing in there?"

"Jim’s taking a shower, and I really had to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, okay, but please hurry up."

"Why?" Brian yelled back.

"I need to talk to you both."

"All right." Brian sighed.

"Okay, I’ll be waiting for you."

Jim whispered, "You see what the fuck I’m dealing with?"

Brian put the toilet lid down, sat on the seat, and faced the door with his foot wedged up against the bottom of the door. "Okay, do it," he said to his brother, "but hurry up."

"Awesome, but don’t look at me, dude."

Brian winced. "Why the hell would I look at you?"

"I don’t know, just don’t."

"Why are we talking about this? Just do it, and be quiet."

Brian closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands, as Jim started working it. Shaking his head, Brian murmured, "I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Who lives like this?"

Working himself faster and faster, Jim held his breath, tensed every freaking muscle in his body, and screamed loudly. Startled by the outburst, Brian looked toward the shower just as Jim exploded with four huge blasts of semen all over the tile wall. Brian just happened to catch the fireworks display, and his jaw dropped.

"What’s going on in there?" Beverly yelled through the door as she pushed it open. It struck Brian’s foot and stopped. She attempted to peer through the eight-inch slit.

Brian planted his foot harder into the floor to keep her out. "Come on, Mom."

"Are you guys having gay fornication?"

"No! Geez, Mom!" He paused, thinking, and grinned. "I’m constipated, and it really hurts."

Jim leaned against the wall, exhausted but laughing at the exchange between his crazy mother and his brother.

Beverly screamed in, "I’ll get you a laxative."

"Thanks, Mom." Brian held his head in his hands. Turning toward the shower, he whispered, "Holy fuck, dude, was that all you?"

"That was a lot, wasn’t it?"

"Well, not if you’re a racehorse."

Jim turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and looked down at his creation. "Dude, you've got to see it all. Is this the, uh, right amount, or..."

Brian cringed. "Seriously?"

"Come on, you know about this stuff, right?"

"I guess."

Sliding open the shower door, Brian sighed. "Okay, where is it?"

Jim pointed, and Brian took a close look at the huge load of semen dripping down the green tile wall. "Holy shit. Is that what you normally, you know... produce?"