Friends With Multiple Benefits (23 page)

After the pleasantries, Victoria said, "I want you both to know that you can say anything you want in this room. I want you both to feel like this is a safe place. No judgment here. And neither of you should judge the other as well. We can't really help how we feel and sometimes we think the other person is feeling a certain way and we're wrong about what they are feeling. Only when we open up and discuss what's truly going on inside our hearts and our minds can we come to terms with it. And by accepting our feeling and acknowledging our behaviors we can examine them and decide if we want to work to change them."

"Yes, I agree." Beverly smiled expectantly.

Edward didn't respond so Victoria asked, "What do you think?"

"About what?"

"Do you feel safe enough in this room to open up?"

He grumbled, "I guess."

"Great." Victoria rubbed her hands together. "So, Edward, Beverly expressed a concern that your sex life has been, let's say, extremely uneventful of late, yet she found you masturbating."

He folded his arms and sighed.

"Are you still sexually attracted to your wife?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. Do you have any trouble getting or maintaining erections?"

"No." He motioned with both hands to his chest. "I can tell you that everything works fine on this side of the sofa."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Beverly asked with concern.

"You know what that means." Edward looked to his wife.

"I really don't."

"I, um, really don't feel comfortable talking about these things, in front of, um…" He sighed. "No offense, Victoria, but I just—"

"What am I doing wrong, Ed?" Beverly said with her voice cracking. "What is it?"

He turned to her. "Ever since we left the church things have been different. We stopped going in our little worship room and, um, other things changed."

"I thought you didn't want to go in the worship room." Beverly looked to her husband.

"I never said that."

Victoria asked, "Did you both feel more open to
exploring
your sexuality in that room?"

He nodded. "There was definitely more passion when we were inside that room."

"I didn't know you felt this way."

"I,
um, I feel," Edward began. "No, I can't…"

"Edward, you can tell your wife anything." Victoria wore a sincere expression. "Remember this is a safe place."

"Okay…" He closed his eyes for a
moment
then sighed. "Um, I was fine when we no longer went in the room, but I, um, really enjoy a certain type of sex that we were… and we just stopped doing it."

"What type of sex is that?"

He refused to make eye contact with either of them as he said, "I, um, I enjoy using my mouth on her. I tried a number of times and she would always tell me to stop or tell me she was ticklish and eventually I stopped trying."

"I had no idea that this was so important to you," Beverly said.

"It's not the only thing I enjoy, but yes, I really miss it. I thought you weren't attracted to me anymore."

"No, that's not true. I love you, Edward." She looked to Victoria. "Sometimes I'm too sensitive down there and I just can't take any direct stimulation on certain… parts."

Victoria nodded. "This is a common problem. The clitoris can be very sensitive at different points during the arousal phase and for some women it can manifest itself as being ticklish or, even in some women, as intense pain."

"I get very ticklish and it just feels uncomfortable."

Victoria made a note in her pad then turned her attention to Edward. "What position were you generally in when you were performing oral sex on Beverly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was she lying on her back?" Victoria used her hands to demonstrate the positions as she named them off. "Were you on your back and she was kneeling over your face. Was she standing or were you in the sixty-nine position?"

Edward glanced nervously to Beverly then shrugged. "She was on her back mostly and I was between her legs."

"Did you ever try any other positions?"

"No."

"The position you employed does put a lot of focus on the clitoris and maybe if you tried one of the other positions you might find, Edward, that you get the same type of sexual enjoyment while doing it and it may reduce Beverly's sensitivity. She might find it very pleasurable."

"Sixty-nine?" After looking to her husband and getting only a shrug in return, she turned her attention to her therapist. "What is that?"

Victoria placed her hands fingertip to palm one on top of the other and began, "That is where the couples lie together facing opposite directions and explore each other's genitals at the same time."

Beverly and Edward shared a look of bewilderment.

"You can either do this while lying on your side or with the women on the bottom and the man carefully on all fours over her or vice versa."

They still returned blank stares.

"I can see that you are not able to picture what I'm referring too." Victoria turned around, opened a file drawer, and pulled out a DVD. "I have this instructional video you can watch that demonstrates a number of positions and techniques."

Beverly looked to her husband with pleading eyes. "Should we?"

"I think so."

"Great." Victoria walked to the DVD player and inserted the disk then turned on the television. "Would you like me to watch it with you or I can certainly give you some privacy."

"I think we'd be too embarrassed to watch it with you," Beverly said.

"That's fine. I have some calls to return anyway." She headed to the door then turned back to the struggling couple. "I'll return in about thirty minutes or if you need me sooner, I'll be in the next office."

"Okay. Great. Thank you."

Back at the tennis club, Brian was startled awake when Amanda closed his office door. He ran his hands over his face. "You caught me again."

"Sorry, I just thought of a question I forgot to ask you."

"What's that?" He ran his tongue around his dry mouth and made a face. "You want a bottle of water?"

"No, thank you."

"Have a seat." He motioned to the chair. She placed her bag down near the door and sat.

After grabbing a bottle from behind his desk, he twisted off the top and swallowed a huge gulp. "So what's up?"

Frowning, she shook her head. "No, I shouldn't have bothered you."

"No, what is it?"

She sighed. "It can wait."

"Oh, okay."

She rose from her seat then headed toward the door. When she bent to pick up her bag, she performed the maneuver in such a way that her tiny skirt lifted up her backside and exposed her gloriously white naked ass cheeks and the soft, pale pink lips of her pussy.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with an edge to his voice.

"What?" Turning to him, she looked almost frightened.

He rose from his seat and met her at the door. "What the fuck kind of game are you playing?"

She took a step backward until she ran out of the
room
and bumped into the door. "I don't know what you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I really don't." She stepped around him and moved to the middle of the room.

He slowly walked toward her as he began, "We're supposed to be working together in a purely professional capacity."

"That's right we are."

"And you promised Jillian that you had no interest in me and that you were getting married."

"I was." She refused to look him in the eye. "I mean, I am married now."

"And you don't wear panties." He narrowed his eyes. "And you're flashing
your
pussy around and bending over and teasing me."

"I told you I'm trying to get in character."

He took another step to her and their faces were only a few inches apart. He said, his words dripping with anger and contempt, "Don't you think your famous husband would have a problem with you flirting with me like this?"

"I'm not flirting."

He laughed in her face then quickly shoved his hand under her skirt and slipped his finger between her thighs. She gasped as she gazed into his eyes without saying a word.

"Then why is your pussy all wet."

"I don't—"

He pushed two fingers inside her deeper, she closed her eyes and let out a moan.

"You want me to help you get into character?" he asked while still fingering her.

Gazing into his eyes, she nodded quickly.

"You're not going to leave me alone until I actually fuck you are you?"

She shook her head no.

"
Turn around
," he commanded.

She did as he asked then he moved behind her and pushed his hips into her. His bulging cock throbbed and pressed between her cheeks. Gasping, she bent over with her elbows on the desk.

He moved to his knees and lifted her skirt up over her back exposing her nakedness. "This is what Brice did in the book. Is this what you want?"

She didn't
reply. Instead
she leaned forward even more, lifting her ass in the air and she spread her legs wide. He bit down playfully on her left ass cheek.

She gasped. "Oh, Brice."

"This is what you want, right?"

"Yes."

He lightly kissed one of her cheeks then the other and whispered, "This is what Brice did to Anastasia."

"I know."

Slowly he ran his tongue back and forth over her cheeks as he moved closer to her cleft. She lifted her ass higher still and pressed her face to the hard wood of his desk as she struggled to catch her breath. Placing his hands on her cheeks, he spread them apart and roughly plunged his head between her thighs and kissed her pussy. She squealed with delight.

He pushed his tongue inside her and swiped it down to her clit a moment before running it up to her seam. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back behind their lids.

After licking her some more, he pulled up from her and stood with his hands on his hips. "Stand up."

Craning her neck, she asked, "What?"

"I said stand up."

Slowly she placed her hands on the desk and pushed herself up. "Yes, Brice."

He squeezed the huge bulge in his shorts and looked at her with his eyes narrowed. "Suck my cock."

Slipping to her knees, she gazed up to his face with her lips parted as she took a few shallow breaths.

"You know you've wanted this for a long time."

She took hold of the
waistband
of his shorts. She pulled them down along with his underwear and his swollen cock sprang free. Taking it in her hand, she placed a tiny kiss on the head then opened her mouth and took him inside.

"That's it, Amanda. Suck my cock. You—"

"Brian." Suddenly Brian's eyes blasted open and he gasped. Standing before him was Todd from the front desk.

"Where's Amanda?" Brian asked.

"She left a while ago. Do you know what time it is?"

"What?" Brian shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "No."

"It's after six."

"Oh, crap, I'm late." He rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Dude, did you just say 'suck my cock?'"

"No." Brian frowned. "No way."

"You did." Todd smiled. "Oh my God, you were totally having a sex dream about Amanda."

"No, I wasn't." Brian scoffed. "You're crazy."

Todd gasped. "You're banging her aren't you?"

"What?"

"You are."

"Listen, I am not having sex with her and you cannot tell anyone about this."

"I won't."

"Promise me."

"Dude, I promise."

Brian grabbed his keys from the desk and headed to the door. He stopped and turned back to Todd. Yawning, he opened his mouth wide then slapped himself in the face, forcing his eyes to open wide. "I'm just not sleeping much."

"I can tell."

"Are we cool?"

"I'm cool, but you, you are…" Todd curled his lip.

"What?" Brian asked in a tired voice. "What is it?"

"Um…" Widening his eyes, Todd glanced at Brian's groin. "You probably shouldn't go out like that."

Brian looked down, his eyes bugged out of his head and he quickly adjusted his equipment downward and placed his hands over his tented shorts. "Shit, toss me my jacket."

Todd chuckled and threw him the blue sweat jacket. Holding it in front of his groin, Brian walked with a strange limp toward the front door.