Friends with Benefits(10)

She bit her bottom lip. It drove me wild. The girl didn't know what she did to me.


"Fine," she said as she stood. "I'll come back tonight. But please,  don't read any more of my diary. It's private, and you've already read  enough as it is."


"I won't," I said, holding up both my hands and giving her my best "I  promise" smile. "You make sure you're back here tonight. Last night was  just a sampling. A taste test, if you will," I winked.


"Right," she said, making her way down the hall. When she was dressed  and ready, I walked her to the door. She was quieter than usual. I  assumed she was nervous, or shy, or both.


We said goodbye, and I found myself standing in my doorway alone. I was  still consumed with thoughts of her naked body on my bed.


I went back to my bedroom where I lay on the bed and pulled Allie's  diary out from under the mattress. I turned to the last page I was on. I  was hot for her again, and she had only left a minute ago. I was rock  hard and had to be at work in less than two hours. The girl was going to  single-handedly be responsible for a chronic case of blue balls.


Unless, of course, I handled things on my own.





Thursday, June 26th


I had another dream about Steven. This one was so much better than the  last. I woke up, and my sheets were wet beneath me. I had to finish  myself before I got out of bed.


It started when I was in the shower. I was alone. The water was hot. The  bathroom was full of steam. Suddenly, Steven was there, opening the  shower door and stepping into the stream of water with me. He was naked,  and his closeness made my nipples hard. He lathered his hands with soap  and rubbed me down, paying special attention to my breasts and neck.


He pulled the shower head down and rinsed me off. When all the suds were  gone, he turned me around and pushed me face first against the glass.  He held me there by the nape of my neck with one hand while he used his  knee to push my legs apart. Then he held the shower head between my  legs.


We stayed like that for a while. I was pressed up hard against the glass  walls of the shower. I didn't mind. The hot water against my clit was  bliss. When we had done that for a while, he put the shower head back  but refused to let me move. Then he finger fucked me, hard and fast,  until I came.


When I woke up, it was like it had all actually happened. My knees were weak. I was sweaty. I could almost smell the soap.





The one entry was enough for me to finish myself. It left me feeling  like I was floating. It was easy to picture Allie in the shower, her  breasts glistening with water droplets. I needed to know what her skin  would feel like beneath my palms when she was wet and covered in soap. I  wanted to hold that shower head between her legs for her.


In fact, I wanted to do every damn thing to her she had written down.


I was eager for her to come back that night. I wanted to fuck her again.  I wanted to show her a whole new world of pleasure. One where she  wouldn't be concerned with whether or not having sex with me was  confusing. I wanted to take the confusion entirely out of the equation  for her.


If I could make her feel how she wanted, I was confident I could pull it off.


I wanted to keep reading her diary, but I knew I was running out of time  to get ready. I needed to be at work in an hour and a half. I was  starving and needed to shower.


I tucked Allie's diary back in its hiding place. Resisting the  temptation to read just one more entry was brutal. But I refrained from  going back to it.


I got in the shower, thinking only of the entry I had just read. I  doubted I would ever be able to shower again without thinking of Allie  under the water. I pictured how her breasts would look pressed up  against the glass. I thought of her pussy, ready and dripping with warm  water, as she showed me her back.


I was hard again. This was getting frustrating. No girl had ever  consumed my thoughts like this. No girl had ever made it so impossible  to focus on other things. All I could think about was the sex. The  amazingly hot sex.         

     



 


Tonight I would work her over harder. I would fuck her until she  couldn't stand it anymore. I would take her over the back of my couch  until she came.


I would fuck her until she screamed my name.





Chapter 8

Allie





I stood staring at Steven's front door. I had finished my day at work. I  had never worked such an unproductive shift in my life. All I could  think about was what had happened last night. I had told myself that I  would come to his place tonight and get the diary. Then I would leave. I  would keep it together, and I would leave.


I knocked.


Steven opened the door. He was dressed, but my brain instantly removed his clothes.


He leaned lazily against the door frame. That handsome smirk of his that  did all kinds of things to me played on his lips as he looked at me.


"Well, hey there," he said, his voice deep and sensual.


"Hi," I said, my own voice not nearly as loud as I had hoped it would be.


He stepped aside to invite me in.


Tell him you only want your diary, a little voice screamed in my head.  Tell him it was wrong of him to take it, and you want it back. Tell him  that's all you came for.


I turned to face him. He was still giving me that coy smile. God damn,  he was so fine. That heat below my belly bloomed again. I swallowed.  "Steven," I said softly. "I need you to give me-" My diary! Give me my  diary!


The words never came. Instead, I threw myself at him. I had lost  complete control of myself again. He wrapped his arms around me and  crushed me against his body. Our lips locked again. I moaned into our  kiss in anticipation of what was to come.


He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the living room. He put  me down behind the sofa and spun me around. Then, he drew me close  against him, so my ass was against his groin. His cock was hard, and a  ripple of desire shot through me.


His hands found the front of my pants. He undid them with a quick flick and yanked them down. He nearly pulled me off my feet.


I braced myself on the back of the couch. He pulled my underwear down. I  didn't even have time to step out of them. They were still wrapped  around my ankles when his hand glided up my inner thigh and rested in  the space between my legs. A whimper of excitement floated in the air,  and I realized a moment later that the sound had come from me.


I loved the way my body was taking over. My mind had stopped its  incessant need to justify every action and every thought. I felt free  for the first time in a long time.


Steven leaned in close, resting his chin in the groove between my neck  and shoulder. His breath was warm against my skin as he spoke. "Are you  ready?" he whispered, his fingers inching ever closer to the heat  between my legs.


I nodded.


"I can't hear you," he said, his chest vibrating against my back with every word.


"Yes," I said softly. "I'm ready."


His finger slipped inside me. He moved slowly, in and out, daring me to  make a sound. I didn't. I wanted to hold on to it for as long as I  could.


Another finger. I sighed and leaned my head back, resting it against his  chest. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and craned my neck back further,  forcing me to look up at him as he continued to fuck me with his  fingers. He tightened his grip. Then he smiled at me.


I smiled back.


He fucked me harder. My eyes closed, and I moaned as I felt the  tightness in my pussy build. I welcomed it. It tightened, and tightened,  until the muscles let go and I came on his hand. He pulled out and  rubbed my clit. My legs trembled.


"You're so fucking sexy," he said, still holding onto my hair.


Words, for the moment, were entirely out of reach for me. There was  nothing I could do but stand in his grasp and wait for him to make his  next move.


He let go of my hair and pushed me forward, bending me slowly over the  back of his sofa. I flipped my hair over my shoulder as I looked back at  him. I lifted up on to my tiptoes, daring him to fuck me.


When he slid inside me, it was all I could do not to cry out. I grabbed  one of the cushions on the sofa and buried my face in it, muffling my  screams of pleasure. This egged Steven on, and he worked harder, his  thighs slapping against my ass with every thrust.


My body felt like it wasn't my own. I was thrumming with excitement. All  this pent-up attraction I had for Steven over the last decade had all  come to a head now. The steady rhythm of him sliding in and out of me  felt almost unreal. Until he stopped, pulled out, and lifted me over the  back of the couch. Then, I was empty again and was immediately overcome  with the need for him to be back inside.


He dropped me down on the sofa. I waited as he stepped over it and  grabbed my legs, turning me around so that I was practically hanging off  the edge. He took both of my ankles in one hand and held my legs up. He  balanced me effortlessly like that. I trusted him, knowing he wouldn't  let me go, as he teased me by tapping the tip of his cock against my  clit. It sent little shocks of tingling pleasure through me. I flinched  and giggled.