Grant finds comfort from his friends with benefits
Thanks for the kind comments. This story follows characters and action from Group Project, but is able to stand alone.
Chapter 1
If there was a sexual encounter meter, Grant's had gone from zero to redline in two weeks. During Katie's illness and then death, sex never entered his mind. But months later, his three co-workers had reawakened his interest. Now, the seal was broken, and the flood gates opened. Grant had to admit that once you had sex, what you wanted was more sex.
Creating his online dating profile was the start, but the real action happened when Jennifer talked him into jerking himself off in the car. The tall, dark-haired, curvaceous beauty was trying to help her work friend. Taking pity on a sexually-frustrated widower, she'd crossed a line. Although slightly inebriated, she was not drunk enough to forget she had a husband and two children. She had stayed physically faithful, while encouraging him to the point where he shot a geyser of sperm over his steering wheel onto the dashboard. Never before had a woman watched him masturbate. The act would have felt perverse, except that she instructed him to do it.
Grant struggled not to think about Jennifer. He enjoyed her wit and bawdy sense of humor. She was fun to be around, and he was more fun and more alive when he was with her. Jennifer was responsible for organizing his cheering section of co-workers. These included the equally tall and lovely Claire. She was blonde and more taciturn. Yet the night of her birthday party had revealed a wild side that Grant would replay in his fantasies until he died. And then there was Bethany. While both Jennifer and Claire were in their mid-thirties, Bethany was in her early twenties. Though average in height, she seemed small when standing next to her Amazon-sized co-workers.
Forever emblazoned in Grant's mind was the sexual tableau of last weekend. Bethany's ponytail swinging wildly as she brought Claire to a violent climax with her tongue. Claire's first lesbian experience would undoubtedly not be her last. Seeing Claire spread-eagled in front of him, with another pretty young woman eating her out, was beyond stimulating. But there had been so much more. Bethany's naked backside had wiggled in the air invitingly as she perched on her hands and knees over the arm chair. Her tight, toned ass was as artistically beautiful as it was sexually provocative. When Bethany directed him to fuck her from behind, he eagerly obeyed the order. Despite the nearly thirty-year age difference, Bethany seemed to have no qualms about sliding his mature, average-sized penis into her young, glistening vagina.
Again, all of that was more than tantalizing. But Jennifer was also in the middle of the mesmerizing mix. She touched no one, other than holding Clair's right leg. Inexplicably more alluring than Claire's wide open pussy, incomprehensibly more enticing than Bethany's tight box, were Jennifer's incredible tits. They were on full display that night. Something about the pendulous breasts with saucer-sized areolas, triggered his lust. It wasn't just the body parts. They were attached to a person and personality he couldn't get enough of. Meanwhile, Jennifer's libido was powerful enough to cause her to finger herself while watching her co-workers fuck. Her dark pubic hair plastered to her thighs, revealed swollen lips, as her fingers slid in and out of the slick hole. He knew that image would never leave his mind. And though Grant's penis was in Bethany's wonderful cunt that night, his eyes and mind were fucking Jennifer. And he felt she was eye-fucking him in return.
When it was over, the four of them had interacted normally enough. Normal is hard to gauge when you are naked, sweaty, and wiping wet spots off the furniture. However, returning to the office felt awkward, to Grant at least. Most of Monday went by without seeing any of the three women. He wasn't avoiding them. It just didn't happen. Then, late in the afternoon, he encountered Bethany in the copy room and felt his face flush. Was he embarrassed or excited? He wasn't sure.
"Nice to see you, Grant," she said and leaned closer to whisper, "even with your clothes on."
He swallowed hard before responding quietly, "Did I ever say thank you?"
"Only about six times," she smiled. "You've been very grateful. And I think it's sweet."
"I thought my life was complete before...but now I could definitely die a happy man."
"Again, that's sweet, but please don't die any time soon. You have more chapters to write." She winked at him, and Grant found the subtle act intoxicating. He wanted to say more. He was even going to ask if he could take the three women out to lunch one day this week. But just as Grant summoned the courage, Michael came in.
"Hi guys. Is there a line?"
"Hi Michael. Grant was behind me, but I'm finished, so you can get behind Grant." After saying this, Bethany snickered and winked at Grant. It took Grant a second to catch the double-entendre. Michael seemed not to notice.
It was a couple hours later, on the way home, that the loneliness hit him. Grant realized that the longing for connection had disappeared over the previous two weeks. All the attention from his three co-workers, and the night with Issa...
He had put Issa out of his mind. Meeting her through dating app had been exciting. Then their only one-on-one real date had ended with hot sex at her place. But maybe the sex hadn't been so great after all. For Issa at least. Grant had thoroughly and completely enjoyed himself. Divorced, with a son in college, the self-assured woman was close to his age. Her thick thighs and generous backside, combined with a confident attitude and aggressive sensuality to produce a memorable night. But in the days after, Issa didn't seem responsive. He'd decided to leave the ball in her court. It was still there.
That incident made him realize Issa was his first and only connection through the dating app. Even as a newbie to online dating, Grant was certain that his immediate success was unusual if not unbelievable. Number 1, a woman responded to him; Number 2, she was real; Number 3, she was desirable; Number 4, she was willing to meet; Number 5, she asked him to fuck her on the first date. Grant began to wonder if it had actually even happened. Since that night in the 420 Bar, when Issa joined Grant and his three co-workers for a drink, he had never since even checked the app. Curious, he pulled out his phone. Apparently, he'd turned off notifications, because when he opened the app there were a dozen messages for TakeMe4Grant.
He was momentarily excited by the first, until he realized it had to be a bot. The glamor model looks in the pic and the bold invitation for sex were too obvious, even for him. The second and third were similar, and he ignored them. The fourth read:
Dear TakeMe4Grant, I think your sexy. Maybe you think Im sexy to. Lets chat and see what happens? FlirtyFitForty
Whatever else triple F had going for her, Grant doubted he could get past the bad grammar. Moving on to the next message, it was a girl who was apparently searching for a sugar daddy. The sixth message was an invitation to an OnlyFans site where more entertainment awaited. He also quickly dismissed numbers seven through eleven.
It was number twelve that gave him pause.
Dear TakeMe4Grant, you describe yourself as a silver fox. Do you have a silver tongue? I'm such a sucker for smooth talkers, I'd settle for bronze. Tryouts are open now. Hit me up if you would like to enter the medal round. TinkerBell71
He liked the attitude in the profile and the smile he saw in the pic enough to write back.
Dear TinkerBell71, Even though I've been training for the gold, my goal is never to finish first. Perhaps we could train together. Team Grant is willing to venture into Never Never Land to find out. TakeMe4Grant
Closing down the app, Grant went to bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he remembered a Disney trip, years before. One night, he and Katie stood on a crowded sidewalk to watch the light parade of Disney characters. On one of the last floats was "Tinkerbell." Something about the fairy outfit, her cute face, enthusiastic smile, and wave had gotten to him. When she seemed to look directly his way, he was hooked. He knew she was just doing her job, but Grant couldn't help the attraction. Strange the things that stick in your mind and tangle themselves into your heart. He realized that it was probably just the name that made him respond to TinkerBell71.
Chapter Two
"Is the Grantster in?" It was Jennifer's voice.
He stood up to see both her and Claire approaching his cubicle. Grant's heart thumped as they stepped toward him. Having seen both women naked, a tangle bare flesh, he couldn't unsee it, and didn't want to. One blonde, one brunette, both nearly six feet tall. He'd not had sex with either of them, but was in the room where it happened. Grant felt close to them in one way, and a million miles apart in another.
"The runway models convention is two doors down," he said with a confidence he didn't possess.
"You are a charmer," Jennifer said with a wink. "What do you make of this guy, Claire?"
Claire's cheeks appeared to blush. Grant felt a little embarrassed for her. The last time the three of them had been together, the golden down of Claire's glorious bush was fully exposed. Her long legs spread wide, and Grant had stared at her, just as he was doing now, trying to imagine how she felt.
"Any guy willing to host my birthday party is ok in my book," Claire said smiling. "I won't forget it."
"Neither will I," added Jennifer, "and it wasn't even my birthday."
Talking about that night, even in coded language, eased Grant's mind.
"Can I take you ladies to lunch?"
"Sure," responded Claire quickly. Then looking at her partner said, "Unless you can't make it Jen."
"Aren't you the eager one," Jennifer smirked. "I'm in. Any meal I don't have to pull together is my favorite."
