Friends With More Benefits (8 page)

"Yo."

"Rob?"

"Oh, hey, Laura."

"What are you doing?"

"Just lounging by the pool."

"I was, uh, driving back from Tampa, and I saw a
sign for Orlando and I just kinda turned off. I think I'm right by
your apartment building. Your mom gave me the address. Mind if I
stop by?"

He paused and then said quickly, "No, that would
be great. Just follow the path through the palm trees to the
pool."

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

Rob ended the call and then jumped up in a
panic. He ripped off his clothes as he ran to the bedroom.

Four minutes later, Rob was catching his breath
as he relaxed on a lounge chair near the pool. His breathing was
almost back to normal as Laura walked through the gate. She gazed
in awe at the bevy of tiny-bikinied super model types as they
frolicked around the pool. He waved; Laura spotted him and smiled
as she walked over.

He stood, and they hugged. Laura said, "I'm so
glad you were home. I would have felt like a complete moron."

"I can't believe you're here."

"Me either."

Both were ignoring the obvious issue of Rob
catching her blowing some other guy on the cruise ship, which led
to Rob punching the recipient of the blow job, a huge public
blowout between the young, volatile couple capped off by a return
to their cabin for a slight property-damaging argument. There were
eighteen complaints from passengers, a lawsuit threat from the guy
who received the punch, and enough damage to the cabin to get them
thrown off the ship on the island of St. Thomas. From there, they
took separate flights home and hadn’t spoken since.

"So how've you been," he asked.

"Good… good," she said. Then she glanced around
the pool area while shaking her head and added, "This place is so
nice." Laura scanned the crowd, raising her eyebrows to the fact
that there must have been twenty women compared to the three
guys.

"It's okay," he replied casually. "So you were
in Tampa?"

"Yeah, I was hanging out with some college
friends."

Several women walked past them and said hello to
Rob, he knew them all by name. Laura watched awestruck as one with
a particularly spectacular ass walked by with nothing more than a
string separating her cheeks. When Rob didn't even look at the
girl’s ass, Laura stared at him confused, "I shouldn't have stopped
by like this, you're probably busy."

"No, no. Can you stay for a while?"

"I can."

"We could just hang out here. There's a bar, and
we have this great carryout place like a block away."

"Awesome."

Twenty minutes later, Laura
had gone up to his apartment and changed into her bikini while he
went to pickup their dinner. They sat by the pool, eating, talking,
and drinking until the poolside bar closed at 11:30
P.M.
Neither of them
mentioned the cruise, blow jobs given to random guys, Natalie, nor
anything potentially negative. They just had a good time catching
up.

When they found themselves alone in the pool
area, they went into the water, but Laura found it too cold and
climbed out. As she was shivering, wrapped in a towel, he said,
"They have this amazing steam room here. We could go in and get
warmed up."

"Sounds good."

He led her inside the empty workout room and
directed her to the door for the women's locker room. He told her
she would see the door to the steam room from there and told her he
would meet her inside in a minute.

He entered the steam room seconds before she
did. They both stood just inside their respective doors and wearing
their respective towels. Inside the room were two naked young
gorgeous women and a naked guy that Rob recognized from work but
whose name he couldn't remember. Rob nodded to the crowd, and Laura
looked at them a little shocked. Rob pulled off his towel as he
gave a sympathetic smile to Laura. She glanced down to his penis,
and her lips parted. God, she missed him—all of him. She shrugged
and opened up her towel. The naked guy stared at Laura, and Rob
gave him an evil look.

Rob and Laura made their way to an open bench,
placed their towels down on it, and sat. She leaned back with her
eyes closed, and she sighed. Rob drank in her hot little body, and
he looked down smiling at the perfect spot between her legs. He
really missed her too. He glanced down to his penis and wasn't
impressed with its cold pool water shrunken size. He glanced around
to be sure no one was looking and then gave it a few well-placed
tugs. After ten seconds it had responded nicely, and he grinned.
Then he leaned back, sighed loudly with his eyes closed, and then
opened his eyes slightly so he could be sure Laura was looking at
him. He grinned when he found that she was.

Rob spread his legs wider, leaned back a little
more, and flexed the muscles in his groin every five seconds or so
to keep just enough blood where he needed it. Laura stared at it
desperately. Her eyes went to the crowd and thankfully no one was
watching. Then she glanced to Rob's face to be sure his eyes were
still closed; then she gave his half-hard penis her attention. She
really wanted to touch it. She noticed it moving every few seconds,
and her pussy began to moisten. Laura knew what he was up to. She
watched as one of the women stood and walked out of the room. The
other woman spread out her towel and lounged back on the bench
facing away from the other guy as he stared at her longingly.

Laura grinned and then followed the other
woman's lead as she spread her towel out along the bench and then
lounged back with her knees bent and pointed toward Rob. She
relaxed back with her eyes closed, and Rob sat up and casually
glanced around the room. Eight feet from him was a gorgeous tall
woman with perky breasts and a tiny ass, and three feet from him
was his completely naked ex-girlfriend with her gorgeous parts
pointed right at his face. Oh and that creepy guy was there as
well. Rob ignored the guy and the tall girl, and focused on Laura's
body as she lazily moved her knees apart a few inches and then back
together over and over. Her foot gently brushed his thigh, and Rob
didn't need to keep flexing his groin muscles any longer because
his body was sending more blood then he wanted to his penis. He
covered it partially with the towel as he continued staring at
Laura's body.

The tall woman stood and left the room just as
Laura’s toes dug their way under Rob's thigh. He exhaled deeply and
then watched as she spread her legs wider. Rob leaned back and put
his hands behind his head. Then he made eye contact with the creepy
guy who was now smiling. Rob glared at him, and the guy looked away
and stared at Laura's breasts. Rob's mouth dropped open as he
continued to glare at the guy, and when he finally glanced back to
him, Rob motioned with his head to the door and made a face that
screamed, Hey, dude get the fuck out of here.

The creepy guy looked totally offended as he
stormed out of the room. Laura glanced around, saw that they were
finally alone, and smiled. Rob grinned as Laura spread her knees
far apart. He gazed into her crotch. Her toe gently caressed his
thigh, and he took a deep breath. She moved one leg from the bench
to the floor, and the other she placed on the higher bench behind
them.

He stood and spread out his towel directly in
front of her. He lay down flat on the bench with his head just a
few inches from her thighs.

She watched him breathlessly as his mouth moved
toward her. When his tongue touched her she nearly pulled away.
Instead she closed her eyes as he pressed deeper into her. Twenty
minutes later and after trading huge orgasms they slumped back
recovering and just staring at each other.

He glanced over to her. "I've missed you."

"I’ve missed you too."

"I'm sorry about the cruise."

"Let's not talk about it. Let's just forget
about it."

He nodded and looked away. After ten seconds, he
glanced back to her. "I've got to get out of here. It's hot as
hell."

"I know."

"Pool?" he asked.

She nodded then they headed out of the room
through opposite doors.

Two minutes later, Laura walked out to the pool
and found Rob already in the water and no one else around. She
jumped in and swam to him. He gave her a serious look. "What
exactly are we doing? Are we back or…"

"This was fun, but you're here, and I'm in
Miami. Why don't we just not define it? Let's just have some fun
when we see each other."

"Okay."

He took her in his arms, she wrapped her legs
around him, and he moved around the pool carrying her. She felt his
growing excitement, and she wrapped her legs around him
tighter.

He said, "You heard my mother's getting married,
right?"

"Yeah, to your best friend," she chuckled.

"I know. It's weird, but somehow they are good
together. She's happy, and he's actually a great guy."

"I know. He wouldn't sleep with me."

"He was in love with her even then. So the
wedding is October ninth in St. Barts. My mother has a plane
chartered, and we leave that Friday and come back Monday. Do you
want to go with me?"

"I do," she said with a sexy smile.

He smiled at her, and they kissed. They kissed
more passionately as he moved near the edge of the pool. He reached
down to her bikini bottoms and moved them aside. She gasped and
then looked around the empty pool area. "Rob!"

"What?"

"We're in a public place."

"I just licked your pussy in a public steam
room. No one's around," Rob said, and she shrugged in agreement.
Five seconds later he was inside of her.

The next day, on September
twentieth, Albert Blair sat in his office pensively reviewing, for
the tenth time, the background report on the superflexible and also
apparently anal-sex loving Natalie Brookhart. He was torn but only
slightly. Five copies of Jillian's new novel,
The Leg Thing
, sat on his desk. He
exhaled deeply and then pulled out an overnight envelope. Inside he
placed a copy of the book along with three articles on famous
literary-related lawsuits and attached a Post-it note that simply
said, "Enjoy this, Rebecca." He sealed and addressed the envelope,
but did not include his return address information; he sent his
assistant to drop it off. His frown turned into a smile.

Over a thousand miles away, Jillian walked down
to the bookstore at the mall and searched for her new novel. She
wore sunglasses so she wouldn't be recognized and found a few
copies of her book on a shelf with other new releases; there was no
special display or promotion. She asked the clerk how it was
selling, and he just shrugged and made a face, and then got back to
work stocking a shelf. She walked back home disappointed.

At just about the same time, on the campus of
NYU, Natalie Brookhart walked into the campus bookstore and a
display of books caught her attention. Her eye was instantly drawn
to the silhouette of a ballerina in the exact pose that she made
famous at the University of Georgia. She couldn't remember how many
times she was asked to get into the position, either at parties or
in the quad outside of her dorm, but she was quite well known for
it. Hardly anyone knew the technical name for the pose; everyone
who asked always referred to it as the leg thing.

As she glanced from the image
of the ballerina to the title of the book, which read
T
he Leg Thing,
she saw that it was by Jaclyn West. She nearly had an
aneurysm. She rushed into the store, looked around in a panic, and
could not locate the book. She spotted a female employee. "Where is
that Jaclyn West novel you have in the window?"

The woman replied, "Oh, it's wonderful. Such a
great love story—funny too." Then she pointed toward the display.
Natalie rushed over and picked up a copy. She read the jacket
description:

Anastasia
White is a disillusioned, recently divorced, world-famous
fashion designer. Brice Nelson is a tennis-obsessed, college senior
who’s unlucky in love, and the roommate and best friend of
Anastasia’s son, Ryder. He’s infatuated with a superflexible,
ex-ballet dancer co-ed named Rebecca, who’s toying with his
affections. When Ryder brings Brice home for spring break, and he
meets the surprisingly young and also tennis-passionate Anastasia,
their shared interest quickly develops into an intense mutual
attraction...

"Holy shit!" Natalie said as
she stopped reading the jacket and began flipping through the book.
She turned pages until she spotted the name Rebecca. Then she read
a paragraph about Brice watching Rebecca get into the leg thing
position as it was written in exquisite detail. She smiled and
flipped through more of the book until she just happened on the
term
technical virgin
. Her mouth shot open as she read all the explicit details of
Rebecca explaining it to Brice. It made Rebecca sound like an
idiot. Natalie scowled, slammed the book closed, turned to the back
cover, and stared at the picture of the smiling Jillian Grayson.
She glanced back to the display of forty copies of the slanderous
novel, and her blood began to boil.

Natalie headed to the door with the book in
hand. The clerk standing nearby watched in shock as she walked past
her and was a foot from the door. The clerk said with concern, "Is
there anything else I can help you find?"

Natalie came back to the planet. "Oh sorry. I'll
just take this."

The clerk held out her hand, Natalie handed over
the book, and then followed her to the counter, "Can't wait to dive
right into it, can you?"