Friends with Benefits(2)

I lifted her up and down, up and down, her pussy gliding over my cock. She was even wetter now.


She buried her fingers in my hair and curled them into fists. She leaned  in close and kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue and exploring me with  excited determination. I continued to bounce her on my cock, and she  moaned and purred into my mouth.         

     



 


She tightened her hands in my hair and pulled away. Her cheeks were  flushed, and her eyelids were heavy. Still deep inside her, I set her  down on the counter and pushed her legs apart. She rested one ankle on  my shoulder and pressed her fingers against her clit. She began to rub  herself in slow circles while I continued to thrust into her.


I pulled all the way out and then eased my way slowly back in. My cock  was slick with her juices, and her pussy was too good for me to hold out  much longer. I pushed deeper into her than I had before. She cried out  in ecstasy. I felt her leg and ankle quiver against my shoulder as she  succumbed to her orgasm.


I buried my cock in her as deep and as hard as I could. I was going to  come soon. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter as she struggled  to balance herself with each thrust I gave her. Her bouncing tits,  breathless moans, and juicy pussy brought me to the brink.


Then she fixed me under her stare and breathed, "Come inside me."


I lost complete control. I thrust into her one last time and filled her  up with warmth. Her pussy pulsed around me as she took it all.


She sighed with contentment and lifted her ankle from my shoulder. I  still held her hips and eased her gently to the floor, where she somehow  managed to balance precariously on her stilettos. She grabbed her skirt  and wiggled her hips as she tugged it back down around her thighs.


She turned away from me to face the mirror again. Her lipstick was  smudged and faded. She stooped down to the ground to retrieve her bra  and shirt. At some point, a red tube had fallen to the ground. She  grabbed that, too, took off the cap, and repainted her lips. She pursed  them and rubbed them together as I cleaned myself up and pulled my pants  back on.


"You fuck like a God," she told me as she watched me in the mirror.


"I do what I can."


She twisted back around and leaned against the counter, still naked from  the waist up. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and I didn't  look away. I tugged my shirt on over my head and ran my fingers through  my hair in an attempt to contain the volume it now held from her burying  her fingers in it.


"If I called you sometime, would you want to do this again?" she asked, one eyebrow lifting up toward her hairline.


"I don't have a phone, actually," I said, pressing the wrinkles out of my shirt. "But thanks anyway. That was fun."


"Fun?" she asked a hint of irritation coloring her voice.


"Yeah," I said with a slight shrug. "You're a babe."


That irritation seemed to burn out as a small smile touched her lips again.


"I have to get back to my buddy," I said, hooking a thumb over my shoulder and pointing at the cubicle door.


She nodded and spun back to the mirror. "I'll see you around," she said as she clipped her bra on.


"Yeah," I said as I opened the door and stepped out.


Six women were standing in front of the mirrors staring at me. I  imagined they had all been pruning themselves before heading back out  into the club to peacock in front of all the men, but they had become  distracted by my vigorous fucking of the stranger in the handicap stall.  They didn't seem annoyed by my presence in the bathroom, but more  curious.


"Ladies," I drawled as I slipped by them. I gave them a slight nod and  chuckled to myself as I stepped out of the restroom, and a chorus of  giggles erupted behind me.





Chapter 2

Allie





I leaned forward to rest my forehead on the top of my desk. It was  presently littered with pieces of paper, my lunch box, and general  office debris. My boss, James Lipton, CEO of Lipton Publishing, had  filled my day with numerous tasks that had turned my brain to complete  mush. Being his assistant was no walk in the park, and today was the  sort of day I dreaded.


I had arrived at eight in the morning with his usual cup of coffee in  hand: a triple grande Americano Misto with one pump of vanilla syrup.  After delivering it to him in his office, he had handed me a sheet of  paper with a list of the day's priorities. After arranging and prepping  his three board meetings that day, I had to interview six potential  candidates for a summer internship, process the monthly order of new  office supplies, and confirm James's appointments for the rest of the  week.


Now, it was nearly four thirty, and I ached for time to hurry along. I  hated Mondays. They were too abrupt for me after a weekend. Especially  my slow paced, easy going, do nothing all day and night kind of weekend.  I had watched Netflix and eaten a tub of chocolate mint ice cream by  myself between Friday and Sunday night.


The highlight of my weekend had been the phone call I received from  Steven on Sunday afternoon. He wanted to get dinner on Monday night, and  my eagerness to see him was only making time pass slower.         

     



 


I always enjoyed my time with Steven. He made me laugh, regardless of  how terrible my day had been. He was in general great company. We had  been close friends since freshman year, and I had been completely  infatuated with him since then.


I lifted my head from the desk and peered at the clock on my computer  screen. Still twenty more minutes before I could go home and get ready  for dinner. Steven was going to meet me at our favorite spot, a little  Italian restaurant called The Italian Corner. I conjured up an image of  him in my head sitting across the table from me at dinner.


I pictured his perfect head of dark brown hair, and how some of it  always managed to fall so that it grazed the ends of his eyelashes. This  made his bright blue eyes look mysterious. I thought of his broad  shoulders and the way he sometimes wore the collar of his shirt open,  exposing just the right amount of chest.


I swallowed when I felt a sudden heat begin to burn below my belly.


Steven and I had been friends for too long, and I knew he would never  want to pursue anything with me. He was a player, and always had been,  and I was thankful to at least be his friend. If there was one thing I  was sure of, it was that I needed Steven in my life. I would do anything  for him, and I suspected he would do anything for me.


Except, of course, fall for me the way that I had fallen for him all those years ago.


I hopped out of the taxi and straightened my jacket. Underneath I was  wearing my favorite black dress that hugged my body in all the right  places. I had completed the ensemble with a pair of heels that were on  the edge of suitable enough for me to walk in without making a fool out  of myself.


I spotted Steven sitting at one of the tables by the window. The candle  burning in front of him cast an elegant, warm light onto his face, and I  took a moment to admire him. He would never notice. He was focused on  his phone, probably sending a text or an email.


I sighed and clutched my purse tighter to my side. Get a grip, girl,  he's your friend, nothing else. I nodded to myself as if to confirm what  I was thinking. Nothing else. Just a friend.


I made my way into the restaurant. The hostess recognized me right away,  smiled, and pointed to where Steven was sitting. He was still staring  at the screen on his phone. I approached the table, slipped my jacket  off my shoulders, and draped it over the back of the chair.


"Hey," I said.


Steven looked up. His face brightened with a huge smile. He dropped his  phone into his pocket and stood, stepping around the chair between us to  pull me into a hug. I relished the momentary feeling of his arms around  me. When he drew away, his hands were on my upper arms. He held me in  place and looked me over. "You look beautiful," he said. "New shoes?"


"No." I smiled. "Just an old pair I don't usually wear." Because they don't have arch support and they squish my toes.


"I like them," he said, stepping back and returning to his seat.


I sat down across from him and pulled my chair up to the table. "You  look great too," I said, gesturing at all of him. He always looked  great.


He grinned sheepishly and waved off my compliment. Our server arrived,  and Steven ordered us a bottle of Merlot before asking me if I was ready  to order. I had already decided what I was going to eat the previous  afternoon when he called me and invited me out. We ordered our meals,  and once we had our privacy back, I asked Steven what was new with him.


"Oh you know, same old stuff. Went out with Chance last night. He asked  how you were doing. I told him all about your little fender bender the  other week. He told me I was an ass." Steven shrugged. "But we all knew  that already."


I shook my head in mock dismay and laughed. "I knew you wouldn't keep that to yourself. So embarrassing."