Friends With Partial Benefits (8 page)

"Oh, it’s not that revealing."

"I guess your nipples could be actually showing, and I think I can only see part of your vagina."

Laughing, Victoria headed to the pool for a quick dip to cool off. When she returned, her suit, now wet, was completely see-through. Her nipples were hard and definitely showing, along with the clear, clear, clear outline of all her lady parts.

Jillian stared at Victoria, shaking her head as she approached. "I stand corrected I can see your nipples and your vag."

Victoria smiled brightly as she said, "Really, it’s supposed to be see-through when it gets wet." After struggling to look down to check it out, she added, "From this angle, I can’t really see my pussy."

"Believe me, from mine, you can," Jillian said while rolling her eyes.

"I like it." Victoria arrived at her lounge chair, dried herself with the towel, and sat back in the chair. She looked down at her chest and added, "Look, it’s already starting to dry a little, and you can hardly see my nipples at all anymore."

Looking over to her, Jillian nodded in agreement. "Nobody wants to see your nipples."

"There are plenty of people who want to see them."

"Okay, you’re right.
I
don’t want to see your nipples," Jillian said with a slight grin.

"You probably really do, but you just can’t admit it."

"You are to stay out of the pool when you are here wearing that bikini." Jillian scolded. "And when Rob or Brian is out here, you stay off your stomach while wearing that might-as-well-be-wearing-nothing bottom."

"Okay, geez."

Both women closed their eyes and lay basking in the sun. Victoria slipped on her sunglasses. "Where’s your boyfriend?"

"He’s not... He’s still sleeping, I think."

"What did it look like, and did you touch it?" Victoria asked, lifting her sunglasses off her eyes and looking at Jillian. "You gave him a blowjob, didn’t you?"

"Would you keep your voice down," Jillian shot back. She pulled her sunglasses off, looked her friend in the eye, and said sternly, "I didn’t touch it or anything else that you might think... and I’m not saying anything else about it."

"Okay. Okay. Relax. You're no fun."

Brian finally woke up on his own and yawned as if he was still tired. When he sat up, nothing about his sheets or boxers seemed out of order. He was completely unaware that Rob’s mother had been in his room, much less that she had become intimately familiar with him. Hearing laughter outside, he got out of bed and looked through the window toward the pool area.

Jillian and another woman were sitting in lounge chairs by the pool, talking and laughing. Jillian was in a much less revealing bathing suit than the amazing one he had seen her in the previous day, but the other woman appeared to be wearing the smallest suit he’d ever seen. The top looked to be made up of two tiny nipple-covering triangles connected with a thin string, while the bottom consisted of a super-tiny, white rectangle that barely covered her front and was connected with strings that tied on each side of her hips. He was far enough away that from his vantage point, it looked like she was possibly wearing no bottom at all. Jillian’s guest adjusted her chair to a flat position and lay face down with her best asset pointing right at him.

Brian watched her, open-mouthed, as she changed positions. He adjusted his shorts. Looking down, he contemplated a trip to take care of his issue but thought it probably would be inappropriate to do that after watching Rob’s mother and her friend. But… maybe another glance wouldn’t hurt.

When he looked again, he found Jillian kneeling next to the other woman’s chair, holding a bottle of suntan lotion. The woman in the tiny white bikini lifted her shoulders from the chair and held herself up with one hand while with the other she reached around and untied her top. The fabric fell from her full breasts, and they were completely exposed to him from the side. He almost became suspicious, as she seemed to remain in that position way longer than necessary and for no apparent reason. Tilting his head to focus on a nipple, he forgot his concern, staring even harder at the breathtaking globes while his heart pumped faster and his shorts grew even more uncomfortable.

Poolside, Jillian rolled her eyes while she waited to apply the lotion as Victoria's never ending bikini top adjustments continued. It wasn't until her friend managed to somehow drop the bikini top onto the patio that she eyed her suspiciously. Staring in disbelief, Jillian watched as Victoria reached over to try to collect the top. After picking it up, she dropped it again. This time, it was further from her, and retrieving it required a longer stretch toward Brian’s window. Following the second drop, Jillian looked up at the window and spotted Brian standing there.

Their eyes locked together before he quickly disappeared from sight.

Frowning, Jillian glared down at Victoria as she finally grabbed the top and settled down flat. Instead of applying the lotion, Jillian slapped Victoria once on the ass and returned to her seat.

"What the hell was that for?" Victoria asked.

"You know what that was for."

"I really don’t."

Turning over, Victoria, seeming somewhat confused, secured her top while looking at Jillian.

"Show’s over."

"What?" Victoria asked, trying to sound innocent but doing a poor job of acting.

"I saw Brian up there in the window and your oh-so-obvious routine of, 'Oh, I dropped my top, and I can’t reach it. Let me stretch my tits over and try... oh, I just can’t...'" Jillian said, acting out a mock-sexy stretch while pushing her breasts together with her hands.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Victoria claimed. "I didn’t push my breasts together like that at all."

Jillian looked over at Victoria’s lap. "From here, it looks like you're naked from the waist down. I’m glad Rob’s not here. Where would someone even buy a suit like that?"

"Online. I’ll e-mail you the site name."

"Please, don’t," Jillian said.

"I think Rob would somehow be able to handle seeing me in this suit. You don’t think he’s ever seen a women in a small bikini before?"

"Not like that, he hasn’t."

"I’m sure he’s seen lots of girls naked, and—"

"I don’t want to think about that. Plus, he really doesn’t need to see his mother’s middle-aged friends traipsing around nearly naked."

"They have even more revealing bikinis than this on that site."

"That, I can’t imagine. Does your entire ass need to be sticking out like that? We’ve got young, impressionable men here. They really don’t need to see that."

"How do you know what they need to see?" Victoria asked.

"Brian is hurting right now. He’s in love with this girl, and she’s toying with him, or something. He’s going through a lot."

"In that case, this is exactly what he needs."

"I doubt he could handle you now... or ever," Jillian said.

A sexy, evil look crossed Victoria’s face, and she said, "I would be gentle with him... at first, anyway."

They both relaxed into their lounge chairs. Jillian began to daydream about Brian in bed and attempted to rewrite the scene from the novel she had been unable to finish, but this time without ED or STDs or any other nasty, sex-destroying acronym.

Katrina peeled the sheet carefully off Dallas, exposing his muscular body and six-pack abs. She quivered when she spotted his cock straining against the taught fabric of his perfectly white boxer shorts. She noticed the large head of his sex poking its way through the access flap. Katrina licked her lips, knelt next to the bed, and reached though the flap to gently extract him.

Pulling his gorgeous penis out, she wrapped her delicate hand around him. She glanced at his face; Dallas was staring dreamily at her. Slowly, teasingly she licked her lips, and then she...

Jillian sat up quickly.
A breakthrough!
she thought. There was no ex-husband drama clogging up her thoughts. Jillian stood. She had to capture this into her computer right now, before she forgot a word.

Victoria glanced at her. "Where are you going?"

"I just remembered something that, uh, I need from the store. I’ve got to write it down."

"What is it?" Victoria asked.

"Remember, you stay out of the pool."

Victoria glared at her as Jillian took off toward the house. Jillian didn’t want to tell her the truth about the scene that she had in her head. Victoria would hound her until she spilled the details, and once she told her, she’d never believe that it didn’t happen exactly that way between her and Brian.

Fighting his urges, Brian instead put on a sleeveless shirt and shorts and went downstairs to the home gym. The gym overlooked the pool and was better equipped than some professional gyms he’d been in. He started on the treadmill and found the fact that it featured a clear view of Victoria sunbathing made it more than a little distracting.

He watched as Jillian approached the house. She spotted him on the treadmill and waved. Brian waved back, and then he watched as Jillian returned to Victoria and appeared to be scolding her about something. Victoria looked away, frowning. After a pause, she looked back at Jillian and nodded reluctantly. As Jillian walked toward the house, Victoria removed her sunglasses.

She waited until Jillian had entered the house before she made eye contact with Brian and waved to him. When Brian spotted her waving, he smiled and waved back. Picking up a spray bottle, she began squirting water on her stomach, arms, and neck. Then she spent a lot of time dousing her tiny bikini top with the cool mist. Victoria’s nipples began to harden and show through the fabric.

Brian couldn't tear his eyes away from her chest, as her breasts appeared like they were coming into focus on a developing Polaroid. That’s when he lost his balance. Coming down halfway off the treadmill's belt, his foot twisted. When he tried to steady himself, he fell, landing on his hip, sideways on the belt. He shot off the back of the treadmill, skidding onto the padded floor.

Victoria watched him as he tumbled out of sight. She got up and tried to spot him on the floor, to see if he was okay.

Brian popped up quickly, as if nothing had happened, and he lunged to turn off the still-running treadmill.

Concerned, Victoria rushed to the gym.

Brian took a seat on a weight bench, as he was still a little dizzy from his fall.

Victoria entered the room. "Are you okay?"

He looked at her, surprised. "What? I just... Yes, I was all done."

"I saw you fall. Are you okay?"

"Fall?"

"Yeah, it looked like you took a big tumble there," Victoria said as she approached him with her nipples responding impressively to the super-cold room.

Brian took a good, long look at her bathing suit top, which was now nearly transparent, and just a few feet away. "I, uh..." was all he could manage as his eyes lingered.

"You sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I’m Victoria, by the way. Jillian’s friend."

Still mesmerized, his eyes wandered down to the bikini bottom, which appeared to be not even close to being big enough to cover her. As he looked closer, he noticed it clearly showed much of what was going on down there. He swallowed hard, and then he looked up at Victoria’s face as she eyed him expectantly. When he saw her grinning, he snapped back to earth. "Oh, sorry. I’m Brian Nash. Rob and I..."

"Sure, Brian, I know who you are. I’ve heard a lot about you," she added with a sexy smile.

Brian's only response was a confused look.

Walking over to the leg curl machine, she ran her hand along the footpads as she said, "You look like you work out a lot."

"A couple times a week," he bragged.

"Do you know how to use this machine?" Victoria asked.

"Sure."

"Would you mind showing me?"

Brian walked over and pointed out how she should climb onto the machine. Victoria did as he instructed and lay on her stomach; he helped direct her ankles under each pad. After adjusted the weight to the lowest setting, he assisted her with the first repetition by pushing on the footpad. As she brought her heels nearly up to her butt, Brian stared at her amazing ass, focusing on the tiny string, which disappeared between her cheeks. As she pretended to struggle with the exercise, he moved closer, pushing harder on the footpad to help her curl her legs to the final position, mere inches from her rear.

As he did this, he noticed her swimsuit—if you could call it that—had virtually disappeared, and she was on full display for him. He slumped against the footpad, paralyzed by the sight. His sudden weight on the apparatus prevented her from returning to the starting position.