Friend With Benefits Ch 4

The weeks following my 24 hours with Jeff swirled around me. All sorts of crazy thoughts were running through my mind as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Friday evening had started as two friends, relaxing after a long week with a bar-b-que and a few drinks. By Saturday night, I had been forcefully taken, made to give a blowjob and publicly exposed in a car, tied and ordered to fuck myself while pictures were being taken, and orgasming in a way I had never imagined - only to find my friend hundreds of miles away by Sunday night. Was Jeff still a friend? ...a friend with benefits?

Physically, the bruise to my breast faded. The swelling of my pussy took longer to heal and I felt the effects of a pounded cervix for at least a week. The mental part wasn't as quick to find a cure.

Jeff had called from the airport on his stop-over, a fast chatty call, letting me know he was on his way, had packed hastily, was a bit worried he had forgotten something, and more than a bit nervous. The only reference to the prior couple of days was just as the call was ending.

"Are you still OK?" he questioned.

"Yes," was all I could answer. I still didn't know what to make of everything.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Bye!" he said quickly before he hung up.

Two nights later, I found the following in my email. "No phone yet but I have computer access in the dorm. Things are busy. Football practice most of the day but I had to take time away from that to get registered for school and classes. I haven't even had time to unpack or think about being homesick. I miss you and wish you were here to talk to tho. And other things : ) Expect phone by end of week. I will call you then. If things settle down, I'll try to catch you online."

I answered his note, in friend mode, making no reference to what had transpired between us sexually. The next night he sent a cyber I-miss-you card. I emailed a thank you. During the days, I tried to forget about what had happened or at least not concentrate on it. Work inadvertently helped by being busier and more hectic than ever. I went in early and stayed late, throwing myself into what was going on at my job. I came home exhausted and only when I went to bed, allowed myself the luxury of remembering Jeff's kisses, caresses, and the orgasms. As tired as I was, I wasn't sleeping well, often dreaming about Jeff. Sometimes they were nightmares, filled with the fear he had provoked when he ravaged me in the backyard. Other times, I had dreams of the soft kisses and the overpowering orgasms he gave me. My subconscious was rocked between the two extremes, just like my waking thoughts.

Friday night I was up late and got on the computer. I was catching up on email I had neglected, when a message popped up and my heart thudded. "Glad to see you on. Whatcha doing up so late?" Jeff had keyed. I told him I couldn't sleep and was glad to see him too. We talked for over two hours, mostly about how his life had changed in the past week. He told me about his roommate and football practice, complained about the food, described the courses he had signed up for and sent me his football schedule. It seemed obvious our friendship remained intact, as I described my week at work and realized just how much I had missed our nightly chats. By the time he was ready to log off, I felt much more at ease with what had happened, even if we hadn't mentioned it. Then he sent me one of the pictures he had taken with the digital camera. It showed me lying on the bed, hands bound with pantyhose, the dildo inside me. I was oblivious to the camera, eyes shut, but it was easy to see I was enjoying myself.

"thank you," the next message read. I stared in shock at the picture. And Jeff logged off,

Sunday morning at 4am the phone rang. Groggily I answered it, to find Jeff on the other end. The football players had done the male-bonding thing at the bars Saturday night. Jeff wasn't drunk, but I could tell he had been drinking.

"I wanted to talk to you," was his rationale for calling so late.

"Oh," was my best response.

"I was thinking about last weekend," Jeff explained.

"Oh," I exclaimed, warily.

"I know you enjoyed it," he teased. I didn't answer him. "I bet you've been fantasizing about it all week, haven't you?" he continued. I didn't know what to say. "Come on, babe," he implored. "I know I've thought about it........a lot."

"I've thought about it," I admitted.

"I want you to think about it now," Jeff stated. "Reach in your drawer and get that vibrator out."

"What?" I questioned. "Are you suggesting phone sex? " I had never done anything like that before.

"Yes and don't tell me no. Just get the vibrator," he replied.

"Jeff," I implored, but he cut me off before I could say anything else.

"Hey - I know you did all sorts of stuff you thought were weird last weekend and I know you enjoyed it. Get the vibrator," he commanded.

As I reached for the drawer, unable to understand why I was doing this, his voice whispered "You have no idea how hard I get when I think about you. I have your pictures on the computer....looking at one right now," he continued. "Turn the vibrator on. I want to hear it." The buzz filled my room. "You wearing a nightgown?" he asked.

"Yes," was all I could answer.

"Take it off," he ordered. In a daze, I sat up and pulled the nightgown over my head. "Are your nipples hard?" he asked.

"Sort of," I responded.

"Lay down and spread your legs. I have a picture here of you like that. Put the vibrator on your clit," he instructed. I gasped and heard him chuckle. "Lay the phone on the pillow by your head and take your other hand. Play with your nipples. I'm gonna have to get a pic of you doing that."

As Jeff quietly described what he wanted me to do, I did it. And slowly, I felt myself becoming aroused. My breathing became more rapid and an occasional gasp interrupted his instructions. In spite of myself, I was turned on by both his words and the thought that he was equally aroused. A moan escaped me.

"I'll cum when you do, but you have to tell me when," he ordered. Only heavy breathing and my moans answered him. I could tell by his voice that he was close to cumming too.

"Think of me deep inside you, of how it felt," were the last words he said before I screamed "AHHHH Jeff" into the phone as the orgasm overtook me. I heard him groan at the other end. After a few minutes, I had collected myself and my breathing was once again fairly regular.

"Jeff?" I whispered.

"I'm here, but it's time for you to go back to sleep now. I'll talk to you soon. Dream of me," he crooned and then hung up. My mind was more confused than ever as I drifted back off to sleep.

In the weeks that followed, we seemed to establish a pattern. If his schedule left him too busy or exhausted to chat online, he'd drop me an email. We rarely discussed the sex and it was almost awkward when we did. He called a couple times a week, often after I had gone to bed. Only one more time did we end up having phone sex. Occasionally, work would send me off for a few days and I would try to call him from wherever I was, rarely catching him, but always leaving a message. After a four day trip, I came home to find an email with pics of Jeff attached; some in his football uniform; some of his dorm room and the campus; and two of him nude. One showed his tanned, muscular body, all six foot plus of it. The other was a close-up of his hard cock. The only message was "I thought you might like these". I didn't respond to the message, but carefully filed the pictures away on my hard-drive with a copy on diskette. It had become evident our friendship was just as strong, that we needed each other to talk to, maybe more than before he went away. I refused to initiate any sexual discussion but I didn't ask him to stop when he did. It was rare that the subject was even brought up. It amazed me that I let him take total control of that aspect of our relationship and I struggled with that. But as it was rarely discussed, sex became a quiet under current in our relationship - something that had happened and certainly had changed me, but not a viable part of it anymore.

I knew he wouldn't be home before Christmas. Football seemed to go on forever. He was playing varsity and his team was winning. I wondered what would happen over the holiday, but put those thoughts from my mind, as the time and distance increased.

Then work intervened. I was told I was going to visit a client about half an hour away from Jeff. As usual, work didn't give me more than a few days notice. I was to fly in late Sunday night for meetings on Monday and Tuesday morning. I had to be back at work Wednesday. I emailed Jeff with my itinerary but told him I wasn't going to have time to see him. I would call him. His only response was "wait and see : ) ".

Arriving at the airport late Sunday, I was tired and nervous. I still had a lot of preparation for the meeting Monday morning and had felt pressured to get everything in place. After grabbing my luggage and getting the rental car, it was after midnight before I checked into the hotel. I decided not to call Jeff that late. I was pleasantly surprised to find there was a message from him waiting for me when I got to my room. "Welcome to town," he had recorded. "I'll talk to you soon."

Monday went by in a blur, meetings, dinner with the clients, etc. Returning to my room, exhausted at 10pm, there was a message waiting for me from Jeff. "Hope your meetings went well. I know how tired and stressed you must be. I won't be back till late, so don't worry about calling me - go to bed and get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I took his advice and after a hot shower, was in bed by 11.

Tuesday I was up early, packed, and checked out. My meetings ran until 11am. Then I headed back to the airport, got rid of the rental car, and went to check in for my flight. I was early, really early, but planned on grabbing lunch and trying to call Jeff after I checked in. I felt like I could use a few hours with that trashy novel I had brought and not yet opened. There was no one in line to check in - and my plane was delayed. I had counted on a couple of hours for lunch, but was annoyed that it would be at least five hours. I wanted to get home earlier.

With boarding pass safely tucked in my purse, I turned from the ticket counter and walked right into Jeff. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed. His answer was a passionate, completely inappropriate for an airport kiss as he gathered me in his arms.

"I've been waiting an hour. What took you so long?" he grinned, releasing me slightly.

"Oh it is SO good to see you," was all I could utter in complete shock. "It's been hectic," I complained. "And my damn plane is delayed too."

"I know," he grinned even bigger. "It's just perfect, isn't it?" and we both laughed.

"Come on," he draped his arm around me.

"I was going to get some lunch. You hungry?" I asked.

"I'm starving," he retorted, "and I have your lunch all planned." Jeff grabbed my carry-on and steered me through the airport. He stopped by a ladies room, and kissed me hard again. "I like you all dressed in you business suit," he started, looking at my tailored jacket and knee length fitted skirt. "I really like those shoes,' he smiled, glancing at the heels I was dying to kick off under an airplane seat.

"Have you been watching the American President?" I laughed at him.

"Nope," he chuckled back. "Now go in the ladies room and take off your bra, panties, and pantyhose," he said suddenly serious. I must have turned white and tried to back away. "Damn it. We don't have all day and night," he grumbled. "And I have a big afternoon planned. Get going." And I did as he asked, shoving my underwear into my over-sized purse and carefully buttoning up my suit jacket so no one would notice the nipples protruding through my blouse. Walking out to the parking garage, I didn't even ask Jeff where we going.

Reaching his car, he asked "What do you think?' pointing at the older, used car he had purchased a month or so before. He unlocked the passenger door for me, but before opening it, he pushed me back against the car. His body leaned into mine and I could feel his erection as he pressed hard against me. The garage was dim and cool and he had parked back against a wall. There were people in the garage and I could see an occasional car driving, but fortunately, we couldn't be easily seen. Jeff's mouth found mine and he forced his tongue between my lips, kissing me deeply. His hands traveled to my ass and he pulled my skirt up over my hips. I struggled to pull it back down, conscious of the public nature of the garage and feeling the cold metal car on my naked cheeks. He roughly kneaded my ass in his two strong hands, rubbing me against his hard cock. I was horrified with the thought of what was about to happen.

I felt one hand slide down and his fingers circled the entrance to my pussy. "Undo my pants," he grunted, back away a bit and moving his hand to slide down over my clit. Inserting his fingers, he wiggled them inside me, as I moaned and fumbled with his waistband.

"Jeff," I pleaded, "not here. At least, let's get in the car." His hard cock sprang free from his clothing. His response was to crouch down and slam his cock into me. I was thankful I was already lubricated, but even then my pussy was unprepared for the assault. The force of his entry lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands cupped my ass. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the scream, and wrapped my legs around his hips. He banged me against the side of the car as he pummeled my pussy with his cock. I felt my excitement building as Jeff continued to pound into me. My muffled screams were mixed with moans as he slid out of me and then forced his way back in, hitting my cervix with every stroke. His grunting was getting louder and I knew he would cum quickly as I stroked his cock with my muscles. He exploded inside me before I could cum. As he spurted what seemed like gallons inside me, I hung on to him tightly. When he finished, he kissed me quickly and lifted me from his cock. He was still semi-hard and I was longing for release. I moaned as his cock left me and he set me back on my feet.

I was still holding on to him for support when he said, "Your turn is later." and stuffed his cock casually in his pants. I noticed two businessmen walking our way. Opening the door to the car for me, he stopped me from tugging my skirt down with a sharp "DON'T". I quickly slid into the car, and arranged my suit jacket to provide some amount of modesty. Jeff slammed the door and as he walked around the car, I heard him say hello to the businessmen. They had parked next to us and the driver looked from me to Jeff as he opened his door. I noticed him staring at my naked legs, his eyes following them up to where the tails of my jacket barely covered my mound. I looked quickly away, mortified. Jeff told me later the guy grinned and winked at him. When Jeff climbed in the driver's seat, I noticed he hadn't bothered to zipper his pants. We drove from the garage, the parking attendant leering at me when he took Jeff's money. Before we had made it to the street, Jeff pulled out his cock.

"Lick it clean, babe," he ordered. I leaned over and gingerly licked the head of his cock, holding the base firmly in one hand. It was still red and wet. I tasted the salty mixture of our fluids and enjoyed the feeling of his skin on my tongue.

"Unbutton your jacket" was his next instruction. I did, never letting my tongue leave his cock.

"Now your shirt," Jeff continued. I needed to use both hands on the tiny buttons and took his cock in my mouth to free my hands. I felt him grow harder as I sucked on him, and he wound his hand in my hair. When I had finished with the buttons, his hand pulled my head off his cock and I sat up.

"Show me your tits," he commanded. I looked around us. We were on a busy city street, going about 25 miles an hour. There were cars everywhere, all around us.

"Jeff, please," I pleaded, knowing it was useless and I would do whatever he asked.

"Show me your tits," he said more sternly, glancing from the road to me. I opened my blouse to his view. His hand left my head and spread my blouse so anyone could see I was naked underneath. He grabbed an engorged nipple and pinched it gently. "I love your tits," he praised as he pinched the other nipple and then groped my tit firmly. Pulling me back down by my breast, I wordlessly started sucking his cock again. I was moaning softly, even more horny than before.

As the car slowed, Jeff released my breast and I felt his fingers at my clit. He grabbed it, and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, tugging gently. I screamed around his cock as the nerves of my pussy reacted to him. And just as quickly, he let go and lifting my head by the chin, said "We're here." I sat up to find we were parked outside a motel. I started to button my blouse. "Don't bother," Jeff warned as he exited the car. I wrapped the jacket around me, and let him help me from the car, my skirt still around my waist. He held me close as we walked the dozen or so feet to a door. He had the key out and hustled me inside. "I checked in earlier," he explained.

The room was standard motel décor; a king size bed, desk, small arm chair, TV with remote and bathroom in the back. Jeff had added candles and a bottle of wine in the ice bucket. His duffle bag was on the dresser and the camera was conspicuously sitting beside it. The blinds were drawn so it was dark and the air conditioning was on full force. As I took stock of the room, he opened the wine and poured me some in one of those plastic glasses that motels always have. "Drink this," he handed me the glass. As I took a sips of the wine, Jeff lit the candles, giving the room a warm glow. He turned and stared at me. "Finish that glass now." I downed the rest in one long gulp. He took the glass from me and refilled it. "Drink it," he ordered.

As I stood there gulping the wine, Jeff turned on the radio, grabbed the camera, sat on the edge of the bed and just watched me. I must have made quite a sight, hugging my jacket close to my body, my hair messed from his hand tugging on my head, heels but no stockings, my naked somewhat shakey legs, cum running down my thighs. Jeff took a picture. I set the empty glass on the desk and turned to face him. He took another picture.

"Strip for me. VERY slowly," he said. I unwrapped the jacket and slid it from my shoulders as sexily as I could. I had decided I might was well enjoy this. My blouse was partially open, and my shaved pussy was fully visible as I let the jacket drop to the floor. Jeff took another picture. I pulled the skirt down so I could undo the zipper, and swaying to the music, slowly eased it over my hips, dropping it, and stepping out of where it fell around my ankles. I turned my back to him and bending from the waist, picked up my skirt and giving him a good view of my ass at the same time. I know Jeff was taking pictures. After folding the skirt and placing it on the desk, I did the same with the jacket, this time spreading my legs before I bent over. I heard him gasp. Turning around, I ran my hands up my thighs, over my tummy, before spreading the blouse open. My hands went to my tits and I rubbed them in circles, before playing with my nipples for a moment. Then I shrugged off the blouse and draped in on the desk. I was standing before Jeff, totally naked except for my black heels. He was holding the camera in one hand and his swollen, purple cock in the other. I placed a foot on the chair, and spread my pussy lips for him as he continued to click away with the camera.

"Is that what you wanted?" I flirted.