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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“Feel good, baby?” He grunted as he was propped up on his left arm, his right expertly moving and teasing her between her legs. Her back arched and her head threw backwards—her dress had come off a long time ago and she was merely in her undergarments: a rather seductive black lace bra and panties to match. Vincent had pushed her underwear aside to execute his ministrations.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, “oh! Oh my god, Vincent! Fasterrr...”

And he complied.

His hand began to thrust faster as his lips descended and began suckling on her neck. Her legs spread wider as his tongue ran down the column of her neck and over to collarbone. Without warning, he allowed a second finger to join in the fun as he. His hand pulled out for a split second as he thrust in his middle and index fingers.

“Ah!” Gabriele moaned as his mouth enveloped her left nipple, tugging, teasing... pleasing.

“Say my name, baby.” Vincent purred as his mouth became free, “I know you wanna...”

“Oh my fucccckkk,” Gabriele’s body quivered as she felt her release near, “don’t stoppp!”

“Say it,” Vincent whispered as his lips were pressed against her cheek, “baby, say my name.”

His hands continued to move as fast as they were before, his body beginning to sweat with the intensity and heat of the situation. They were lying on his bed, in his apartment about twenty minutes from the restaurant they were in. Almost as soon as they entered the apartment, Gabriele launched at him and began unbuttoning his shirt—her hunger unbearable.

“Vin—OH—centt...” Gabriele purred out as Vincent slowly pulled out his fingers. Gabriele opened her eyes, her pupils slightly dilated.

“Felt good, baby?”

“Oh yes,” Gabriele laughed shakily as Vincent lay down beside her. She turned around as her back pressed against his chest and his arms immediately went around her body, enveloping her entirety with his. Oh god, he had missed hearing her call out his name..

“Ready for the real thing?” Vincent whispered in her hear and Gabriele giggled.

“We have all night, let me settle down first.”

Vincent pressed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

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“What’re you doing tonight?” Gabriele inquired as she mounted the motorcycle behind Vincent early into the next morning. They had made ravenous hot sex the night before, going until their bodies were tired and then some. Gabriele was sore in places she hardly even knew existed but, damn, did she feel good.

“Gotta run some errands—I was out of the city for a while, you know. I have to buy eggs... milk, aftershave, bread—and oh! Cookies too... maybe a pack of condoms... or two...”

Gabriele laughed as Vincent kicked off the ground and slowly began making his way out of the driveway that led to his apartment. “Really?”

Vincent snickered. “Nah—well maybe the condom thing but other than that, I’m chilling. You?”

“Nothing to do... Superman will probably be busy with work during the day, Samira has to go out of town for the day for some family shindig and then there’s lonely, ol’ me.” Her voice was heavy with implication and Vincent wasn’t stupid.

“Aw, baby,” Vincent teased, “I wish I could help...”

“But?” Gabriele raised an eyebrow and Vincent sighed.

“But, I haven’t called Victoria all of the last two weeks and she has no idea I’m back—I think it’s about time I let my girlfriend know I’m back home, right?”

Gabriele burst into laughter. “You idiot! You should’ve called her first!”

Vincent, who stopped for a red light, turned around and (as they weren’t wearing helmets (tsk, tsk, how unsafe)) gave her a chaste peck on her lips. “I should’ve, but I didn’t. Tori isn’t half the kisser you are.”

Gabriele rolled her eyes. “Oh, right, don’t call the girlfriend because the ex-girlfriend is a better kisser. How tactful, Vince...”

Vincent chuckled as he slowly began advancing even though his light was still red. “So? You were always the best kisser out of all the girlfriends I’ve had—still are actually.”

Gabriele snickered. “I probably did have something, seeing as out of all your ex girlfriends, you kept me as your fuck buddy.”

“Nuh uh,” Vincent kicked off and began speeding down the road again as soon as his light turned green, “we’re friends with benefits. Big difference—fuck buddy sounds so improper, you know?”

The wind lashed against Gabriele’s face and she loved the feeling—especially against her newly exfoliated face. “Oh of course, because sleeping together even though we broke up years ago while we both have a boy and girlfriend is totally not improper, right?”

Gabriele felt Vincent shrug. “Hey, it’s not like we’re secretly dating. We have good sex, why give that up?”

“I’m not complaining...” Gabriele muttered. They had had this talk many times before. Gabriele and Vincent had dated through university when they broke up because things just weren’t working out. Despite their break up, they had slept together many-a-times afterwards and, even after Gabriele had found Clark, they continued to have sex on the low mainly because they couldn’t get enough of each other.

As bad of an excuse that was.

And then Vincent found Victoria and, despite them both having a significant other, they continued to proceed with their improper and unethical actions. Well hey, Gabriele thought many times to herself, it’s not like we’re secretly dating. If he saw me on the streets if I was with Clark, he wouldn’t make a scene—more like just have his dirty little way with me the next time we were together.

It was an unethical, improper, morally inept relationship...

Yet they continued to do it.

“We’re not seeing each other tonight, right?” Gabriele called over the wind and she saw Vincent nod.

“Nah, I’m probably taking Tori out for dinner—tomorrow?”

“Can’t,” Gabriele yelled out again, “I have to take my brother to go get his licence and then having dinner with Clark and his parents.”

“Sick,” Vincent snickered, “make sure you leave an unforgettable impression, okay?”

“Will do.” Gabriele agreed. “I’ll just stand up and show them the hickey you left on my left thigh—Clark will go Oh, where did that come from? And I’ll say Oh baby, your sex isn’t fun enough, I have to go around and fend for myself! Mr and Mrs Sommers, I know I’m dating Clark and all, but I still have sex with my ex boyfriend from three years ago.”

Vincent grinned. “Hell-fucking-yes! Baby, if you do that, I’ll promise you that you’ll never lack in the sex-part of your life... ever.”

“Even when I’m old, wrinkly and saggy?”

“Hey, it’ll be better than ‘cuz with your menopause, we can have sex every day of the month”

Gabriele faked a gag. “Oh my god Vince, that’s nasty.”

Vincent merely chuckled as he pulled up in front of Gabriele’s bungalow where she lived with her 16 year old brother, Paul. Their parents lived on the other side of town and every month, they sent a modest cheque to pay off Gabriele and Paul’s monthly debt.

“Alright,” Gabriele dismounted the bike, “call me?”

Vincent nodded as he pulled her in and presented her with a breathtaking kiss. “No doubt. I’ll call tonight but it’ll be kinda late...”

“How late?”

Vincent paused and thought for a moment. “Two in the morning?”

Gabriele nodded. “Yeah, no worries.” Leaning forward and taking another kiss, she took a step back and smiled. “Ciao, sexy.”

Vincent winked. “Bye, baby.”

Watching Vincent pull out of her driveway, Gabriele began her trip to her front door. She knew she should feel bad for what she was doing but... why didn’t she?

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It’s short, my bad, buuttt this is a short story so I’m just getting the point across lol.