Friends With More Benefits (4 page)

"I can’t believe he showed you his balls. You
can get people to talk about and obviously do things that no one
else can."

"I don’t get what the big deal is. For example
if I needed you to look at my ass because I couldn't see it or
needed another opinion…you would do it right?" Jillian nodded
matter-of-factly as Victoria continued, "Like if I wanted your
opinion on whether or not I should have my anus bleached, you would
check it out and tell me."

Jillian looked at her hesitantly. "You're not
going to ask me to look at your ass this morning are you?"

Victoria gave her a look. "No, but we should
totally go in together to have that done."

"What?"

She returned a tired look, "Have our anuses
beached."

Jillian exhaled. "I'll give it some thought and
let you know."

Victoria nodded, "You should. If we end up on
the nude beaches of St. Barts, you're going to wish it was
bleached."

"Good point."

Victoria took another sip of tea and gave her
friend a serious look as she said, "Speaking of St. Barts…Do you
think you could move the wedding up a bit. I sorta have a
conflict."

"Really, what's that?"

"I'm going to be really, really not nude-beach
worthy come late December." Off Jillian's completely lost look
Victoria continued, "I'm, uh…I've been meaning to tell you.
I'm…pregnant."

Jillian chuckled and took a sip of tea, "No,
really why can't, uh—" Victoria nodded with a straight face, and
Jillian choked on her tea. When she recovered, she looked at her in
shock.

"You’re pregnant?"

"Yeah," she replied a little sadly.

"When did this happen?"

Victoria performed some quick math in her head
and padded a few weeks on to clear Jim, "About nine weeks ago."

"Wow, I can't believe…"

"I know. I don't know how it happened. I thought
I couldn't."

Jillian leaned up on the edge of her seat, "Is
it Jim's?"

"No way. I, uh, said
nine
weeks. I was
already pregnant when we met. I just didn’t know it."

"So who's is it?"

Victoria took a deep breath then said, "It's
John's."

"Coach John?" Victoria nodded, and Jillian
asked, "Coach John who's now back with his wife. That Coach
John?"

Victoria widened her eyes as Jillian stared at
her a little sad, "Are you okay? Does he know?"

"No, absolutely not. He doesn't know. And you
can’t tell him."

"Oh, I won't."

"I'm going to tell him as soon as I figure this
whole thing out. Please don't tell Brian. I'm not ready to tell
anyone yet. Can you make something up about moving the wedding
date? Tell him you just can't wait to marry him or…"

"Sure, I'll figure something out. So are you
keeping it?"

"Definitely. I never considered…and I thought
about adoption, but I spent more than five years of my life
obsessing over getting pregnant. Now when it's the furthest thing
from my mind, it happens. If God wants me to have this baby, well
then I'm going to have it."

"Wow," Jillian said as she stared off toward the
pool. She looked back. "You seem happy. Are you happy?"

Victoria paused. "You know, I am. I really
am."

"Well then I'm happy for you."

"So about the wedding. If you don't change it,
I'll be seven months pregnant and look ridiculous standing next to
you at the wedding, and no one will want to see me naked on the
beach so…"

"Oh, I'm sure we can do something."

Victoria said, "I looked at a calendar and most
colleges get a few days off around Columbus Day. It's right in the
middle of the semester so the workload might not be too bad for Jim
and for me."

"When is that?"

"October tenth."

"Wow, that only gives me about eight weeks to
plan everything. But, uh, I think I can pull that off."

Victoria gave her a sorrowful look. "I hate to
ask you to change everything, but—"

"Don't you worry about it one bit. We can work
it out. It only takes one afternoon to get married. We can fly down
there on Friday, and people can fly back on Sunday if they really
need to get back. It'll be fine." A tear fell from Jillian's eye,
as she added, "I can't wait to hold a baby again and buy the little
clothes. You've got to let me babysit all the time."

"Okay."

"I'm serious. I'll watch the baby while you're
at class or whatever."

Victoria began to lose it. "I love you."

Jillian stood and opened her arms wide; Victoria
moved into her embrace, and they both sobbed uncontrollably.

Brian walked outside and then gave them an odd
look. "What the hell is going on?"

Victoria and Jillian turned to him while wiping
their tears. Jillian said, "Oh nothing. We were just talking about
some sad movie."

He nodded, looking a little confused.

Victoria pulled herself together. "How's was
your birthday? I heard it was a little harried."

Jillian glared at her and Brian looked
completely lost. "What?" he asked.

"I mean that I heard you were stressed out by
those two hot police officers."

"Oh, yeah. I, uh, was," he said and nodded. He
gave them a baffled look, shook his head, and walked back into the
house.

When he’d left, Jillian said, "Don't tell him
what I said about his you know."

"I was kidding around. I would never say
anything," Victoria lied. She was already making plans to help him
fix his little problem down there in time for their wedding
night.

Jim woke before Caroline and slipped out of bed.
He put on shorts and a T-shirt and went to the massage room. He
prepared the table, turned on the stone warmer, and put on the
teakettle. He brought a cup into the guest room and tapped Caroline
gently on the shoulder. Her eyes opened, and she smiled at him as
she asked, "Hey, what time is it?"

"About ten thirty."

She yawned and then said, "Last night was
incredible. You were just…"

"I know. I do my best work in this house." He
grimaced and added, "Wow, that was inappropriate and a little
creepy."

She nodded in agreement. "Don't worry about
it."

"Did you forget what we're doing today?"

She looked at him confused.

"The massage. I've got the stones heating
up."

"Oh, yeah I can't wait."

He handed her the mug of tea. "Drink this and
then meet me next door when you're ready. Victoria's out and won’t
be back until this afternoon. I have a couple things to get
ready."

Four minutes later, Caroline stood in the door
to the massage room completely naked. She found Rob checking the
temperature of the stones. He smiled at her and motioned toward the
table. She grinned and climbed on top of it. He exhaled deeply as
he watched her beautiful breasts, which hung deliciously down from
her chest as she relaxed on the table with her head in the
rest.

After admiring her for another few seconds, he
placed the first warm stone on her back. She groaned, and her body
melted into the warm, padded table just a little more.

"That feels amazing," she whispered.

He placed five more stones in an S-shaped
pattern on her back; he poured some massage oil into his palms and
worked it all over his hands. As soon as he placed his hands on
her, she sighed deeply. He proceeded to rub every inch of her back
around the stones and then moved up to her shoulders and neck.

Five minutes into the session she said, "You are
so good at this."

"Thanks."

"Please never stop," she joked.

After ten more minutes of working her upper
back, he removed the cooled stones and then moved to the other end
of the table. He dribbled a thin line of warm oil from her firm ass
cheek all the way down her leg and back up the other leg until he
reached its perfect twin.

"Oh, my God," she cried out.

She spread her legs a bit, and he glanced at her
gorgeous parts as he began to work the oil into her legs. He
exhaled deeply as his eyes followed his hands up and down her
faultless lower body.

Her moaning continued, and he bent over even
closer to her for a better look. He grinned. He wanted to taste
her, but he couldn't break the rule. His rule was kind of stupid,
but it was still a rule. Caroline felt his breath on her ass and
lifted her hips off the table toward him.

"God, you have a beautiful body."

"It's yours—do whatever you want to it."

Jim moved his hands up to her ass and firmly
massaged each cheek. She lifted her hips higher off the table, and
he stared at her breathlessly, with his excitement growing in his
shorts. He asked, "Do you want to get out of here and maybe take a
shower?"

She whispered, "Or you could just slip it in
right here."

"I really shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"This massage room is for relaxation only.
There's a feng shui thing going on in here and—"

"Feng shui?"

"It's just a stupid rule that…"

She lifted her head out of the rest and stared
back at him, "You don't need to explain. I wouldn’t mind washing
this oil off anyway. That way you could kiss every inch of my
body."

"That was my plan," he grinned.

He moved away and dried his hands on a towel as
she wrapped a large towel around her body and headed back to the
guest room. After he turned off the table and the stone warmer, Jim
went to the bathroom, where her found her in the shower washing her
hair. He watched as the soapy water dripped off her body. He
stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower with her.
Caroline lathered the soap in her hands and then gently washed him,
all of him, as he groaned with delight. She rinsed him off and
turned to face the spray of the water. His manhood pressed into the
cleft of her firm ass. She reached back and ran her hands along his
hips as she pushed back gently. He glanced down to her breathlessly
and moved his lips to her shoulder. He trailed kisses down her back
until he was on his knees staring at her twin pale cheeks. She
spread her legs in anticipation. Breathing heavily, he watched the
water cascade down her perfect backside. When he couldn't wait any
longer, he moved his lips to her.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

He kissed her places she had never been kissed
before. Jim continued on pleasing her for a long time with his neck
straining and his tongue tiring. It went on and on with spray from
the shower slipping down his throat but he didn't care.

After she experienced a huge climax she looked
back to him, panting and desperately wanting to please him. "Don't
tell me she taught you that also."

"No, I kind of came up with that on my own."

"Good." She smiled then placed her hands on his
chest. She ran them slowly down to his penis, slipped to her knees
and then began to return the favor.

When she was done with him, he was left slumped
against the shower wall with his heart pounding out of his chest.
He looked at her and wanted to tell her he loved her, but it was
too soon. He felt like a moron. They had been dating for just a few
weeks, but he wanted to spend every minute with her. She was
perfect.

Victoria returned a few hours later, and she and
Jim sat out by the pool as Caroline packed their things. He smiled
at her. "Thanks for letting us stay here. She really enjoyed the
massage."

Victoria grinned as she asked, "Were you able to
stick with your no sex in that room rule?"

He smiled as he said, "I did, but it wasn't
easy."

They sat in silence for an awkward moment, and
then he asked, "How are you doing? Are you seeing anyone?"

She paused. "Not really, but I did meet this hot
guy on my flight back from Philadelphia. He owns a restaurant and
is a little closer to my age."

"That's great," Jim said as he glanced quickly
to her firm legs. He sighed and thought, Shit, I'm still in love
with her. I love both of them. There must be something wrong with
me. He shook off those thoughts. "Just make sure he's a good guy
before…"

"Oh, I will."

Caroline walked outside and approached them.
They both smiled at her, and Caroline said, "Your house is
beautiful. I appreciate you letting us stay with you. That massage
room he put together is spectacular."

"You can stay with me anytime," Victoria
replied.

Caroline gave her a slightly evil smile as she
said, "He has great hands. I almost couldn't make it through the
whole thing without…" she bragged with her eyebrows raised.

Victoria felt a twinge of jealously, and glared
at Caroline as she said, "I know he does have great hands. When we,
uh—"

"Okay," Jim interrupted. "We'd better get on the
road if we're going to make it to North Carolina before
midnight."

The two women gave each other fake smiles and
then headed into the house.

Two days later, Jillian was working on
finalizing the arrangements for the expedited, October tenth
wedding. Brian had verified he could be away from the office, and
they checked with Jim to be sure he could make that date as well.
She told Brian that she was having second thoughts about pulling
everyone away from their homes around Christmas plus the timing
worked better in October with some book promotion events that her
publisher was planning.

By the end of that day, she had booked the
wedding and reception at the luxurious Hotel Eden Rock and reserved
a block of hotel rooms for the anticipated guests. She arranged for
a charter flight from Miami to St. Barts and back. She also
discovered a large, gorgeous beach mansion available for rent that
would serve as a quiet spot for the wedding party to stay
separately from the other guests. Jillian thought it would be the
perfect place to hold a rehearsal dinner. The wedding coordinator
from the hotel helped her immensely in the whole process—everything
from choosing a minister to finalizing the menu. In fact,
everything was easy, but it was, of course, outrageously
expensive.