Friends With Multiple Benefits (8 page)

"I am." She dumped the pasta in a big bowl then spread a ladle full of sauce over it. "I was writing today and found myself craving two things."

He moved in behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her neck. "Let me guess Italian food is one."

"Uh-huh." She leaned her head to one side then reached back to grab his rear end. "And you're the other."

"I was hoping you were going to say that." He nibbled on her neck some more then breathed in her scent. "You smell amazing."

"I just took a bath."

"Oh my God. I feel like skipping the Italian food and just eating you instead." Slipping down to his knees, he lifted her miniskirt up uncovering her tiny black thong. "Wow, you're even
thonging
it up."

Leaning forward, she gave him better access to her. "You like."

He placed a gentle kiss on one of her cheeks. "I do."

"You don't think my rear end is getting too big do you?"

"Wait, this isn't a test is it?" Be pulled back from her.

"What do you mean?"

"Remember Vegas?"

"No." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just asking."

"Okay." He kissed her again. "It's perfect. It looks exactly the same."

"You're crazy. It's definitely bigger."

He pressed his lips on her other cheek then after placing a kiss on her lower back, he licked the top of her cleft. She shuddered then reached back and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

"I've missed you."

"Me too." She moaned in frustration. "But the food's getting cold."

"You sure…" He spread her cheeks apart a bit then licked her just above her spot. He moved back and said in a slow suggestive
voice, "…
you don't want to eat later."

"My stomach is going
kuc kuc kuc
."

"Okay," he whined then rose to his feet. "The food looks almost as good as you do."

"I know, right?"

She opened up the oven and pulled out eggplant parmesan.

"You didn't tell me you made eggplant." His jaw fell open.

"What would that have mattered?"

"No offense, but I wouldn't have been lifting up your skirt. I would have been taking my seat at the table."

"Really?" She looked at him with mocked insult.

"As much as I like spending time with your gorgeous ass, yes, I like your eggplant
parm
just a little more." He carried the bowl of pasta to the table and sat.

Frowning, she carried the pan to the table and placed it on top of a potholder. "That's disappointing."

"I must say that it's close though. Your eggplant just barely beats out your ass." He held his thumb and index finger an inch apart. "Just barely."

"Okay." She held back a laugh.

"Maybe you shouldn't make it so good." He flashed her a wicked grin.

"Yeah, maybe."

After their delicious meal, Brian did all the dishes while Jillian headed to the great room and put her legs up as she lounged on the sofa. A few minutes later, he plopped down next to her, grabbed one of her feet and rubbed it sensuously.

She moaned. "That feels good."

"You still feel okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"You still, um…" he continued
hesitantly, "…
craving that
other
thing."

"Uh-huh."

Rising to her feet, she slipped the tiny thong off then lifted her miniskirt up a little. "I feel like riding you."

"My ride is always open for you."

She giggled. "Scoot over."

He moved to the center of the sofa and she straddled his legs as she sank her body down over him. Her pregnant belly pressed gently into his stomach.

"I've missed you." Her eyes rolled back behind their lids then she moved her lips to his. Quickly the heat rose between them and she felt his growing erection struggling to escape from his shorts.

"Let's do everything," he said breathlessly.

"Yeah, but first put it in." She kissed him then looked deeply into his eyes. "I need you to fill me up."

"Okay."

She lifted up and fumbled with the button on his shorts. He finished the job then unzipped his shorts and while wearing a grimace, struggled to fish out his nearly hard cock. She reached down and took hold of it and gasped feeling its firmness.

"I can't see it over this belly," she
whined
.

"That's okay. I see it all the time." He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she continued stroking it. He pulled his lips from hers. "You really aren't missing anything. It still looks the same."

Craning her neck to the side, she struggled to get a look. When she finally did, her lips parted and she looked him in the eye. "Are you um, you know, clean?"

"Uh-huh— just showered at the club."

She carefully climbed off his lap, got on her knees and placed her hands on his thighs. Looking up at him with eyes full of desire she said, "Maybe just for a minute."

"Take all the time you need." He watched unblinkingly as she carefully studied his parts. Then taking hold of it with one hand, she covered it with her mouth. He gasped and his head slumped back as he struggled to breathe while he muttered, "Ahhh… Wow."

She ran her tongue over the tip then took more of him in her mouth purring and stroking him slowly with her hand. After nearly a
minute,
she pulled up from him. "I don't want to overdo it."

"What?" He looked at her then exhaled. "No, you really wouldn't want to, um…"

She straddled his hips and he held his erection steady then guided it inside her. She sunk down slowly on it and they kissed. Gazing into each other's eyes, she slowly lifted up and down. Their breathing slowed as their lips connected while she dropped fully down on him and gyrated her hips.

"I want to have an O," she said as she rose from him and held there a moment before plunging down again.

"Good. Okay." He held
on to
the cheeks of her ass, guiding her over him.

She moved faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his erection as he caressed her rear end. Suddenly she got that look on her face and she stopped moving. She mumbled, "Sorry." After holding still for a moment, she brought her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes.

"I think…" She breathed in then looked him in the eye. "I think I'm okay."

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"I think I just ate too much."

"Well, we don't have to—"

"No, I want to." She kissed him softly on the lips. "Slowly, okay?"

He nodded and she began moving over him again. Her
eyelids
drifted closed then all at once blasted open. Covering her mouth, she took off toward the kitchen then into the powder room and he heard the awful sounds of her throwing up.

When she returned a few minutes later, she found him still sitting on the sofa. She opened her mouth and winced. "Ugggh."

"You okay?"

"Not really. I'm sorry again."

"Don't worry about it." He shrugged. "It can't be easy carrying around two babies."

"It's not." She sighed. "But I don't think this can last too much longer. When I had
Rob,
I think in the fifth month I was back to normal."

"Yeah, but that was just one baby. This is a whole other ball game."

"Maybe." She frowned then sat across from him on the sofa, curling her knees up.

He placed a hand on her calf. "I guess we should have done it before dinner."

"Maybe." She grabbed his hand. "Next time I have the urge let's not wait."

"Good idea."

The results of Peter's physical exam were faxed to Victoria and she could find no physiological reason for his erectile issue. His testosterone was in the high normal range and all signs were pointing to the trouble being psychological in nature. He came in for another session with Victoria where they agreed on a treatment plan. The plan would involve visits with the sex surrogate where Victoria would observe the progress.

The following Tuesday at eleven was the first surrogate treatment. The patient waited in the hotel-like bedroom while the stunningly gorgeous, yet professionally dressed surrogate, Darla, spoke briefly with Victoria in her office.

Then Victoria moved to the observation room and
set up
her notepad. There she pulled her cell phone out to check up on her messages. Peter was fully dressed and sat on the bed nervously rubbing his hands together. Darla entered the room and Victoria listened as she introduced herself and explained in a comforting tone how the session would play out. They would only do what he was comfortable with and they could take things at whatever speed he preferred. The plan that day was to utilize touching exercises and experiment with techniques, which
would, hopefully,
prolong his erection. Whether or not he climaxed was completely up to him.

After getting his consent, Darla stepped to him, took his hand, and led him to the front of the bed. She explained that blood flow to the penis can often be maximized in a standing position and being away from the bed can sometimes take the pressure off performance. Victoria put her phone to the side and turned her attention to the couple.

While gazing into his eyes, Darla stripped out of her blouse and skirt and stood before him in a black lace bra and panties. She unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped if off along with his shoes. Next she undid his belt buckle and opened his pants. He pushed them down and stepped out of them. He wore only white boxer shorts along with black socks.

The couple stood only a few feet from Victoria on the other side of the glass and she turned her attention to her notebook. There she wrote about Peter's demeanor and how he refused to look directly at Darla. She looked up to find Darla guiding Peter's hand to her breast and watched how he hesitantly touched her through her bra while keeping his eyes closed.

Victoria returned to her pad and began writing as the sex surrogate placed her hand on Peter's penis on the outside of his boxers. She stepped closer to him and used both hands on him, gently caressing his bulge through the fabric of his underwear.

Tilting his head back, he breathed heavily and Victoria could hear every sound magnified through the speaker, which sat on the table in front of her. She glanced at the bulge forming in his boxers then returned to her pad.

Victoria's phone vibrated and she picked it up. It was a text message from Jillian. The moment she returned her attention to her patient she saw it. Peter was now standing before Darla with his boxers pulled down to his ankles and a huge penis protruding from his body. Victoria had never seen anything like it—not even in porn. It had to be more than a foot in length and with a girth she didn't think was even possible. The weight of it was causing it to bend in the center and it appeared to not be fully hard yet. Leaning forward, she held her breath then caught the look of shock on Darla's face as well. Darla glanced into the mirror as if to ask, '
why didn't you tell me about this?'
before returning her attention to her patient.

Victoria blinked her eyes then returned her attention to Peter's erection. Darla stroked it with both hands and it appeared to grow even larger. A second text message vibrated on her phone and she glanced at it. Jillian was asking if she could stop by to pick up
the catalog
that Victoria had mentioned to her. She returned to the action and her eyes bugged out of her head. She was witnessing an unbelievable sight.

Peter's face sank. "There's something wrong with it, isn't there? I knew it. I knew
it.
"

"What? No, um, it's…" Darla glanced to the mirror then back to his equipment. "No, everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Victoria's jaw fell open and she tore her gaze away from Peter's prize and back to her phone. As inappropriate as it would be to bring another set of eyes into the room to confirm her observations of her patient, she just had an overwhelming desire to do so. She picked up her phone and cringed. After looking back once more to Peter, she typed a reply:

I'm in my office. I need to see you about something else as well. Please hurry it is an emergency!!!!

She placed the phone down and wrote in her pad about Peter's physical size and how that undoubtedly played at least some role in his inability to sustain an erection. The logistics of his heart and body supporting blood flow to it seemed almost impossible. Yet there he was on the other side of the glass still sporting a huge erection as Darla massaged it with her tiny, delicate hands.

Victoria heard the sound of the outside door opening and she rose from the table. She opened the door to the observation room and peered out. Spotting Jillian walking through the door leading to the waiting room, she motioned for her to join her in
the small
room.

Jillian said, "I was already in my car when I got your text. What is it? What's wrong?"