Friends With Benefits
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“Look, I’ll admit it, you were right, and I was wrong. Satisfied?” said Frankie adjusting herself on the couch.
“Not yet,” replied Val, shifting slightly. “I think you owe me the full story. Besides, we made a bet and I know you are not one to skirt payment.” He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes. He glanced at her over the top of his glasses and smiled. Giving her the look that she was all too familiar with by now, the one that said, ‘you are a silly goose and you know it, but nonetheless I accept you’.
Frankie trusted Val more than anyone because she knew he would always have her back. He was her rock, and she was his. He had helped her escape the clutches of her narcissistic father and since then he had always been in her corner, through her many boyfriends, flings, and regrets. She shuddered involuntarily at some of the memories that came flooding back. “Alright,” she said, tying her hair in a ponytail. “Give me a moment to get ready and you’ll get your story, and your payment. But Val …”
“Yeah?” he said.
“This time I… well… just don’t laugh too much okay?”
“Frankie, remember when the fisherman caught you sucking that guy off at the end of the pier? Did I laugh too much then?”
“Yes. You were belly laughing about it for a week and kept ordering us fish and chips on movie night for a month just to rub it in my face!” Frankie said with a huff.
“Ah true, and yet you still told me about the time your then boyfriends’ mother found your bright red panties in his pocket on wash day,” he said chuckling. “And about the two guys at the festival. And that one time you were so horny that you took off all…”
“Okay! Okay,” Frankie cut in with smile and shook her head. “Fair. But still, this is a lot, even for me.” She shut the television off and unfolded a rug between it and the couch.
“You haven’t even begun yet and I’m already excited.” Val said getting himself comfortable, “I think I am ready.”
Frankie sighed as she set herself up on the ground, “Unrelated, but how nice is this rug? So much better than the hardwood floor on the knees you know?”
“No buddy, I wouldn’t know, seeing as you’re the one that keeps losing our little bets… Hey that hurt!” Val said, rubbing his inner thigh.
“Oh do shut up, and while you’re at it wipe that smirk off your face.”
“See, this is why I love making bets with you Frankie. I know you so well that I can predict with an almost guarantee that, when push comes to shove, you will break first. Buddy, you are an absolute nympho at heart. Hell, at this point, I think you are losing these bets just so you have to pay up on them!” Val chuckled.
“You are just jealous because I am so much better than you at picking up.” Frankie said with a ditzy accent.
“Quit stalling, get to work, and while you’re at it, tell me the goddammed story already!” he said with mock sternness. With that, Val put his hands behind his head, reclined back on the couch and closed his eyes. Frankie settled down and got herself comfortable. Her story may take a while, and she didn’t want to tell it in two sittings. She knew Val wasn’t a quick finisher, but she also knew that he very much enjoyed hearing her tales. The good, the bad, and in most cases the slutty.
She took a sip of water, licked her lips, and began.
“Okay, so remember that guy I told you about last week? The one with the mohawk and nose piercings? The one you suggested was overcompensating with the neck and hand tattoos?”
“Mmm,” replied Val absently. Blinking he added “The one who sold you the fun baggy? The one who you flashed at the beach, or the one you met on the way home from the rave? Ouch!”
Frankie sighed, and said resignedly, “The one who sold me the fun baggy. What I have a type, sue me!” She laughed and changed her movement pattern. Val coughed, telling her to please do continue with her story.
“Anyway, I rocked up late to the party and a little bit baked… Okay, quite late and extremely baked. There weren’t many people left, just him and a few of his mates.” She paused biting her bottom lip. “Mmm, they were all, well, similar to him you know? I was instantly dripping with excitement.”
Val chuckled and jumped again at another pinch. “Oh please, like you could resist playing with four drunk collage prims, all wearing identical plaid skirts and cardies, all eyeing you up and down, talking about the depravity that they wanted to bestow upon you.” Frankie said.
“You know they wouldn’t be talking like that.”
“Yes yes, you prefer to be the one in charge leading them, opening them up to the wonders of sexual freedom bestowed upon them by ‘master, daddy dom, sir Val the most holy’!” Frankie mocked. “This is my story, and well a group of those kinda men, talking to me like that, is what gets me going okay? So stop giggling, lay back down and enjoy the rest of this”.
He smiled and pushed his short hair up in the middle. “Perhaps, if I hold my hair like this, you will have the added inspiration to fully pay out on our bet?” This time Val yelped from a bite.
“Look Val, not gonna lie, it helps. But we both know you aren’t my type. How can you go through life without a single tattoo or piercing?” Val began to respond but was cut off by Frankie’s hand pushing him back down against the couch. “I know, your prim and proper ladies may be put off. But let me tell you a little secret buddy, they would probably think you to be the baddest little boy if they were to discover a secret tat here or there.” She touched his upper thigh and belly. “You know, something for their eyes only. They would squirm right out of their knee-high socks and arrange their flats neatly by the wall like the good little girls you want them to be.”
“Frankie? I appreciate the jest, but now isn’t the time, I’m not gonna last forever here!” Val pulled Frankie in closer by her top. “Can you please get back to the story?”
“You’re no fun,” Frankie huffed, then giggled and blushed, “Okay, but remember you promised not to laugh at me.”
“I made no such promise, in fact I plan on laughing about this repeatedly,” said Val winking.
Frankie sighed, “Well soon it was just the five of us, alone in the house. We made our way to the loungeroom and partook in copious amounts of inebriation of many varieties. I got up onto the table and started dancing. They made me feel so sexy up there and I really put on a show for them.”
“Oh, I’ve seen the videos, I know exactly what kind of show you are capable of performing when you put your mind to it,” said Val taking a deep breath.
“Well,” Frankie said, slowing her hands down. “In short order I was on the couch between two of them practicing my skiing technique. Then one was between my legs doing wonderous things with his tongue. Then I was on all fours being spit roasted. Fuck me it was so fucking hot.” Frankie began to move herself a bit faster. Val fought to suppress a gasp. “I’m so wet just thinking about it, my god Val, you can’t even imagine.”
Val frowned and sat upright, “Hang on, wait a second. Hey, stop that!”. Val pulled Frankie’s face level with his and looked at her silently for a long moment. “You are serious aren’t you? Are you okay, if they hurt you I swear I will …”
Frankie blushed, then smiled. “Is that some jealousy I hear creeping in Val?”
“I’m not jealous, you know that. But four? Four guys? At once?” Val said through clenched teeth.
Looking straight into Val’s eyes, Frankie replaced her hands on to his legs. With deft prolificacy she spoke, slowly emphasizing each word with a specific movement of her hands, “Val. I loved it. Every fucking minute of it. It is all I can think about.” Val made a motion to talk, but Frankie cut him off, “Ugh, this overprotective thing is sweet and all, but Val, it was incredible.”
“It just seems a bit excessive you know?”
“I didn’t take you for a sexist,” Frankie chuckled.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why is it fine for you to fuck a group of women, but not for me to fuck a group of men?”
“Point taken,” Val said lying back again, “I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t taken advantage of.”
“Thank you,” Frankie whispered, giving Val a peck on the cheek. When she had him relaxed and attentive again, she continued her story, “So I don’t really know how many times I was fucked that night, but I do know that I was well and truly satisfied. I think that I had a dick inside every possible place they should be placed, and perhaps also places they shouldn’t be.” She giggled.
“Buddy, you are painting the most apt word picture, I am so looking forward to seeing how it all ends,” said Val.
“Oh the ending is cumming soon, don’t you worry.” Frankie moved faster and began using her lips. “Oh, settle down, of course the pun was intended.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” replied Val, squirming in his seat, and smiling widely, “How… how did they finish?”
“All over me of course.” Frankie went deep for a moment, then, coming up for air, replaced her lips with her hands. “They put me on my knees in between them. Then, one by one, they came.”
Val grunted and Frankie went faster.
“One on my chest.”
Val’s breathing got heavier.
“One on my ass.”
Frankie used her two hands together.
“One on my face.”
Val moaned.
“And the last one…” Frankie said looking up at her friend, making sure her timing was perfect, “The last one came right down my throat.”
This short story is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’
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