Friends with Benefits

A friend with benefit is somebody to share experiences with you that naturally are not shared by friends. But how beneficial can a friend with benefits get? Are there limits that shouldn’t be crossed?

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, blooming into the life of young adulthood, basking in each other’s glory where nothing can bring them down. They were the best of friends, having known everything and anything about each other, it was only normal to have developed deep affection for the other...

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl who had hooked up in hopes of pursuing a life together. They were great friends—so they had naturally assumed that they would be a great couple as well. Circumstances beyond their control tore them miles and cities away from each other yet they continued to push past the barriers of fate and continue on with their relationship...

Once upon a time... their efforts failed.

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl... and they broke up.

That was just all... once upon a time...

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“Avocado? Really? Try Mango Puree next time,” a melodic voice hummed over the sound of running water. Her feet were dipped in a deep exfoliating bath as her fingers were being tended to—on top of which, her face was underneath a crusting mask of orange.

“Avocado is so relaxing, shit, you’re missing out on something that’s probably better than sex.” A teasing tone chided as the first woman snorted in reprieve.

“Really Gabriele? Avocado is better than sex—are you sure about that?”

The second girl, Gabriele, giggled as best as she could as there was a glob of green something dryingon her face. Using her left hand, she peeled the cucumber off of her left eye and opened it. “Positive, my dear Samira. This is like suspended animated orgasm!”

“That makes no logical sense!”

“Neither does the fact avocado facials are better than sex but hey, you’re still here arguing with me so that makes you no better than my illogical statements... you dig?”

Samira frowned, as there were no pieces of vegetables on her eyes, and rolled them. “Oh my god why do I know you? Wait—no, why am I at a day-fucking-spa with you?”

“Because your ass broke your vehicle and the only other legitimate driver you know is moi. So suck up your female pride and admit it—avocado facials are better than sex.” Gabriele winked at Samira once more before replacing the cucumber back onto her eye and relaxing, once again.

“I’m cabbing it here next time.” Samira murmured more to herself than anybody else. Gabriele giggled before allowing her body to resume falling in sync with the Zen-garden music echoing in the background. She loved the day-spa... it was her second home, apart from her studio, she felt like herself at the spa... someplace she could be her and allow others to pamper her for once.

Gabriele was a small-time dancer who did gigs whenever people needed her. She taught dance to little girls, mostly jazz and ballet in a small studio she had located between a dingy convenient store and a floral outlet (really, it was a ten by ten cubically thing that only had 20 different types of flowers—more than half of which were different coloured roses). Regularly, she allotted herself Saturday’s and Sunday’s off (days which her two part-time dance instructors ran her studio) and allowed herself to become one with herself.

Samira’s idea, really.

“What are you doing tonight, babe?” Samira called over as Gabriele inhaled through her nose and exhaled via mouth.

“Dinner with the Superman,” Gabriele called back lethargically. “He’s taking me to some new fancy twelve-star hotel restaurant opening. Some next famous guys will be there, old ladies wearing low v-necks, possibly showing off their saggy legs... some fat bimbos too with cellulite hanging out of their dresses... same old, you know?”

Samira snorted. “Honey, you talk like you’re seventeen still.”

“Man I wish.”

“Act your age?”

“I’m only... five years older than how I act... no biggie, right?”

“Yes, biggie.”

Gabriele was about to retort when she felt the specialist begin to wipe off her avocado facial crust. Allowing her facial muscles to relax, she felt the gentle breeze of the overhead fan splash against her newly exfoliated skin. “Oh man,” she purred as the mask fully came off, “I feel freshly orgasm-ed...”

Samira giggled as she sat up on her seat and wiggled her newly pedicured toes. “Strangely enough—so do I.”

“Sick! I told you—oh...” Gabriele paused as she heard the shrill of Single Ladies purr into the silent spa. Her phone was ringing louder than she had expected.

“I swear I put this on silent.”

Samira snorted. “Obviously not—who is it, Superman?”

Gabriele blinked at the digital screen and her eyes widened. No... not the Superman... but somebody just as... fun.

“Nah,” Gabriele shook her head, “it’s from the studio...” over the years she had mastered the art of lying, “I gotta take it, two seconds honey... ring me in too? I’ll pay you back.”

Samira nodded. “No problem.”

Running outside with her paper sandals on and freshly ‘cured nails, Gabriele flipped her old-school Motorola cell phone open and pressed it, breathlessly, against her ear. “Talk to me,” she greeted and she heard a chocolaty chuckle.

“How’re you?”

“Good, just got out of the day-spa, yourself?” She felt excited. She hadn’t heard his voice for two weeks...

Now that he’s back... could it possibly mean...

“Good... so tired though, the flight landed like two hours ago and I just got home. Thought I’d let you know—how’s the Superman?”

Gabriele laughed. “Clark’s taking me out for dinner at Ménage à trios tonight.”

The voice on the other end choked slightly. “Your boyfriend is taking you to a restaurant slash hotel that means Threesome?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh man, what the hell have I missed for the past fortnight?”

“I’ve changed my gender and I am now a proud pregnant male human being. I also got breast implants because, hey, I thought they’d make me look sharp, you know? I coloured my hair purple, decided to get a nose job, have an eyebrow ring-- a tongue piercing too while I was at it... got my belly pierced and got hair implants on my back. Nothing much.” Gabriele teased as she heard his voice begin to chuckle slowly.

“That’s good to know—and when am I seeing this overly punked out pregnant male?”

“Whenever you would like.” She replied instantly and he sniggered.

“Excited?”

“Do you want the truth?”

“Nah,” he mused, “lie to me, baby.”

“Not at all. I wasn’t awaiting your arrival at all—heck, I forgot you even existed... definitely not on my mind the two weeks you were gone.” Gabriele instantly piped. He was silent for a minute before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

“Baby... I missed you too... can you come over tonight?”

“Ménage à trios?” Gabriele teased and the male breathed deeply.

“Nah, just you and me... can you? If you can’t its good, the Superman is taking you out for steamy threesome activities anyways—can’t beat that shit eh?”

“Don’t tease me, I’ll make something up, if anything I’ll text you, cool?”

“Cool. Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Vincent.”

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Gabriele felt beautiful. Her body was wrapped up in a nice floor length glove-like silver dress that accentuated her every curve and revealed only enough skin to tease the onlooker. She loved her ensemble, and heck, she loved how heads turned and eyed her. She clutched onto Clark’s arm tightly, grinning brightly as they both walked down the red carpet, into the VIP line of the restaurant entrance.

“Reservation for Clark Sommers and guest,” Clark, Gabriele’s boyfriend for some time now, expertly stated as they approached the large bouncer. Gabriele nudged Clark, who stood at least a foot taller than her.

“They act like it’s some sort of club, eh?”

Clark smirked. “Well... yeah, the name of the place would give that kind of assumption.”

“Whose idea was it?”

Clark shrugged. “Beats me, let’s go.”

Gracefully, Gabriele managed to sweep into the ovular foyer that separated into three different dining areas. The room glowed a beautiful golden aura as several low-hanging chandeliers lit the several corners of the grand area. Gabriele’s grip on Clark’s arm tightened as he led her to Hall A, where their reservation had been set for.

“Extravagant?”

Gabriele nodded, dumbly. “Yeah—why name such a nice place such a... not so nice name?”

“Ménage à trios isn’t bad,” Clark teased and Gabriele playfully slapped his arm.

“Right, and neither is me piercing my clitoris.”

Clark raised an eyebrow. “Now that, darling, is not a half-bad idea...”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Gabriele hissed as she scanned the room for their table. Spotting a beautiful arrangement at the leftmost corner of the room, Gabriele began tugging her boyfriend to that general area.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To our table,” Gabriele rolled her eye brows as Clark frowned.

“How did you see that far?”

Gabriele gave a toothy grin. “Twenty twenty vision, Superman.” She teased with her favourite nickname for him, something almost everybody had adopted.

Settling down in their seats, Gabriele began to quite inconspicuously, adjusting her strapless bra. Her sleek Razr was tucked in her bra so that she could feel it vibrate when it was ringing or signalling a text. She hadn’t wanted to bring a purse so she figured, the best way to keep her prized possession, is beside her two other prized possessions.

“Oh look! The chairman is going up for a speech,” Clark ushered towards the podium that had been set up for an array of speeches and presentations. Gabriele smiled stupidly.

“Maybe he can explain the oddness of the name of the shindig, you dig?”

Clark rolled his eyes. “At least act twenty-two here?”

Gabriele frowned and chose not to reply as they watched the bold, stubby, elderly man give a warm welcoming speech to the many guests that had made it out that night. Gabriele had anticipated and waited for an explanation for the bizarre name but it had never came.

Oh well... some things better left unsaid, right?

Jumping slightly when the manager was giving a small introductory speech, Gabriele felt her breasts vibrate. Great, now she had to reach into her bra, pull out her phone and see who had texted her. How very classy.

“I have to go to the ladies room,” she stated as age-appropriately as possible. Clark nodded as Gabriele pushed away from her seat and hurriedly scurried off to the ladies room. As soon as she made it there, she grunted so loudly, one would have thought she climaxed during sexual intercourse. Pulling the phone out from her bra, Gabriele flipped it open to see a winky face form the one guy she wanted to hear from all afternoon (other than Clark...)

;) how goes the threesome, baby?

Expertly, Gabriele punched in a few buttons and hit send: i’m a one man kinda woman darlin’

Not even two seconds later: lmao i kno, so wuts the deal for the nite?

Again, expert typing: no idea, madd boring here tho... gawd, i wish Clark wud let me leave earlii or something...

Another quick reply. Okay, so Vincent had a Blackberry—his texting would be substantially faster than hers... Tell him your bleeding from ‘tween the legs and make a fast getaway. the batmobile’ll be outside for her majesty ;)

Gabriele choked on air: no way, yer outside?

lmao, wtf no!... unless you want me to be...

rly Vincent... are you?

do yu want me to be?

damit don’t play games!

Gabriele waited a minute and when she figured the text weren’t coming back... one came (poetic justice?): lol, eh, okay fine. I am outside but i ain’t stalking you baby, i was vip at this threesome shit too but im mad bored :(, how about we split and rock our own party, eh? ;) you can use your period excuse...

Man, are you sex deprived? Gabriele shook her head as she hit send.

Yes

Gabriele frowned at the short response. Rly?

... ok no but im Gabriele deprived, shit...

Gabriele laughed as she safely tucked her phone back into her bra. Adjusting her hair and dress, she managed to stride out as gracefully as possible. As she walked back to her table, she began scanning the sea of people to find the one familiar face she was dying to see...

And she saw it.

His glowing hazel eyes were impossible to hide, despite the hundreds of people attending the opening ceremony. Hunger raged in his orbs and Gabriele instantly felt her insides quiver with desire and need. Okay, she wasn’t an addict or anything but man—it’s like when somebody feels something so incredibly good and nothing else could compare and all you want is that one thing that made you feel amazing?

Yeah, that was just it...

Vincent was amazing at sex. Gabriele wasn’t going to deny that...

Just...

Amazing...

Okay fine, she mentally gave in, I’m on my fake period tonight.

Squeamishly, Gabriele sat down on her seat and faked a look of discomfort. Clark, immediately, shot to her attention. “What’s wrong?” He whispered as Gabriele gulped.

“I just got... it...”

Clark paused and then frowned. “What? For real?”

Gabriele nodded slowly as Clark looked around desperately. Gabriele caught Vincent’s eyes and saw that he was, mentally, laughing. He stood up slowly – oh my god I’m gonna be touching that soon...- and began to push through the tables to leave the hall. Now, it was Gabriele’s turn...

“Want me to take you home?”

Gabriele shook her head slowly. “I called um—my brother...”

Clark frowned. “Are you sure darling?”

Gabriele nodded. “Yeah... thanks, oh!” Gabriele faked a jump. “My phone just vibrated, I think that’s him...”

Clark looked up at the presentation before back at his girlfriend. “Want me to walk you to your car?”

Gabriele rolled her eyes. “Clark, it’s a natural female phenomenon, I’m not terminally ill, I’ll be fine.” Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, “I’ll call you in the morning. Sorry, babe.”

Clark sighed and rubbed her arm. “It’s okay...”

Standing up, Gabriele tried her best to do her period-walk out of the room. As soon as the doorman shut the hall door behind her, she gave a whoop of excitement and ran to the front of the building, praying the batmobile was waiting for her...

And it was...

In all of its two wheeled motorcycley glory. And batman himself sat on the makeshift mobile, like a God transcending from the heavens. His messy dirty blond hair seemed disarray as he pulled off his helmet, and his eyes only gleamed with carnal hunger.

Gabriele’s insides quelled. Oh yes...

Striding over, Gabriele stood two inches from Vincent, her eyes alight with amusement.

“Batman?” She teased and immediately, his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Her arms went right around his neck as she pressed her body as close to his as possible.

Oh lord... the thin layer of silk on her skin and the tailored Armani suit he donned was too much. She needed to feel him... all of him... Her hands were running through his hair as his tongue ran along her lower lip, his teeth nipping, teasing, and biting her. She exerted a throaty moan as Vincent’s other hand cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him.

“Fuck,” Gabriele tore away from him. Without word being said, side hitched her dress up and mounted the bike behind him. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, Vincent kicked off the ground and revved his engine before speeding off onto the empty street with only one thing on his mind...

I get sexy party time tonight, boo-fucking-yes!

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