For the prequels to this story, please see Frenemies With Benefits chapters 1-3
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John:
He was beginning to wonder if life could get any better. The last several weeks had been the most incredible weeks of his life. After he'd stayed the night with Jennifer the first time, they hadn't spent much time apart, her always being at his place or vice versa. They both had keys to the other's home, so it was never a surprise to walk in and see her making herself at home. It actually felt really good to him. He'd never felt so good.. so comfortable with someone.
They still fought, whether it be playful banter, or serious anger, but it usually resulted in amazing, heated sex. Jennifer had even gotten used to being called Jenny. It'd almost turned into a term of endearment.
It'd only been a few weeks, but he felt a real connection with a woman for the first time in his life. He saw in Jennifer someone he could spend his life with, which was no small thing for him.
He couldn't help but feel her hesitation, though. He knew about Shane, a guy she'd been pretty serious about a while back. Apparently it ended pretty badly, but he also knew that their relationship was more than a fling. It could be the real deal, if she'd let it be.
He walked into his house late, having just come from work, to see Jennifer dancing to the music coming from her ipod around the kitchen as she cooked up something that was smelling amazing. He smiled and sneaked up behind her, quickly wrapping his arms around her. She jumped, then turned her head for a quick kiss.
A quick kiss wasn't enough for John, though. He held onto her tightly, and pulled her back to him kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue dance in his mouth. He quickly began to harden against her ass, and she broke the kiss and giggled, "Not now John! I'm trying to cook! You're gonna make me burn something."
She moved away from him, but he quickly caught her hips in his hands again, moving his head down to kiss across her shoulders and neck. He mumbled against her sweet smelling skin, "But I'm hungry for something other than food..."
She smiled and turned to kiss him deeply before whispering into his ear, "If you'll be good, let me finish cooking, and eat like the growing boy you are, I promise you'll be greatly rewarded..."
He moaned as her breath heated his ear and nodded, moving a safe distance away from her before he ravaged her right there.
She continued to dance and cook, the spices beginning to smell like Mexican food. Mmmmm. She must have known how much he loved Mexican food. Then again, she had to since he dragged her to Mexican restaurants allll the time.
Finally, the food was finished, and he was devouring it. He had to admit, she was a pretty good cook. Way better than he'd expected, and he was feeling a little sluggish, completely content with just spending an evening with her.... He was up for anything else she had in mind too, though.
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Jennifer:
Soon, they were snuggled on the couch watching T.V., bickering over what channel to have on.
"John I hate this show! Ugh, pleeeaaase change it! There has to be one thing on T.V. we can watch together and simultaneously enjoy."
He sighed rolling his eyes, "You've been watching your shows since before I got home! Let me watch this!"
A new episode of "Criminal Minds" came on, and she made a show of gagging. "These shows are so gross. All gory and creepy. Let's change it. 'What Not to Wear' is doing re-runs..."
"I am NOT watching another one of your girly shows. Just let me watch one more... Besides I figured you'd be into the gore."
"John they aren't girly they're informative. Just give me the remote!"
"No. My house. My T.V. My remote. My show."
"Ass hole. I cooked for you. I don't even like Mexican food."
John laughed and shook her off as she tried to grab the remote, "I told you Jenny. I'm watching my show."
"Ugh. Fuck you, Tate."
"Mmmmm. Please do, Jenny."
She dramatically rolled her eyes, then greedily eyed the remote.
She reached over him and tried to snag the remote out of his hand, but he had an iron grip on it. She practically laid in his lap trying to reach it, and soon the situation had obviously changed.
He held her waist, and leaned down kissing her neck and upper back through her thin tank top. She giggled and rolled over onto her back, looking up at him through mischievous eyes, and that was all it took.
His mouth came down onto hers in a split second, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths, and their breathing rapidly becoming heavier.
Jennifer began to squirm under him, her position not entirely comfortable.
Breathing hard against her skin he whispered, "Bedroom?"
She nodded furiously, and with that he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom.
He set her down gently, kissing her again, and reaching to take off her clothes, but she stopped him. He pulled away, confused as he watched her walk away, and soon return with two silk scarves.
Tip-toeing, she whispered into his ear, "Do you trust me?" She then licked his ear and sucked his earlobe into her mouth, her breath hot on him.
He groaned and nodded, seeming a little unsure, but willing.
She first blindfolded him, taking care in being gentle as she pulled the scarf tight around his head. As he was still standing up, she began to undress him, her nails lightly going over his skin as each inch became uncovered.
First his tie, which was already hanging loosely off his neck, came off, then his half buttoned dress shirt. She ran her hands underneath his undershirt, softly caressing his stomach and chest, then removing the shirt completely as John was obedient and still under her hands.
She then kissed him with deep passion, moving every kiss lower and lower... Down his neck and to his chest, she could feel his breathing become ragged as she got to his stomach, licking and kissing as she went along.
Getting on her knees, she began to unbuckle his belt as she kissed and licked the naked flesh above his pants. Ever so slowly, she unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled his pants and boxers down together. He stepped out of them, his hard cock standing at attention, and his chest rising and falling from his heavy breaths.
