Friends With Benefits

  Friends with Benefits

  A Bailey and Morgan Erotic Adventures Story

  Ella K. Mason

  Copyright © 2020 Ella K. Mason

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Ella K. Mason

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  Chapter 1

  Wrapping the towel around my still damp body, I heard the front door slam. “Morgan, I’m home! You won’t believe the sale I found!” My roommate Bailey burst through our front door carrying two large shopping bags, her messy bun of chestnut hair collapsing and her purse sliding off one shoulder. “I found the perfect outfit for tonight and a great sale on lingerie. Quick, come look. I picked up a few things for you too. We don’t have much time.” The party was starting in about 2 hours and her last-minute dash to the mall to find something to wear had taken longer than she expected. “Here, I’ll help with those,” I said, relieving her of one of the bags brimming with lace and satin with one hand while holding my towel closed with the other. I still needed to dry my hair, but I could go from shower to door in 45 minutes. Bailey would take longer. We scampered into her room and up-ended the contents of the bags onto her bed. “Buy one, get one. I couldn’t resist.” The pile was a small treasure trove of underthings sure to drive her boyfriend, Max, wild. My eyes fell on a sheer light blue embroidered bra and thong set. I could imagine the way she would look in it. It would look spectacular with her curvy body, blue eyes, ivory skin and dark brown hair. “I thought you might like this.” She held up a red eyelash lace demi cup bra with matching boy shorts and our eyes met, mine wide with trepidation. “That’s pretty racy and besides, no one will see what I have under my dress. Dylan and I are going as friends.” Bailey looked exasperated, rolled those huge blue eyes and shook the dainty set at me. “Just try it on. You make that towel look hot so I know you will look amazing in this.” Her voice became taunting as she sing-songed, “and you never know when ‘friends’ will become ‘friends with benefits’. I have to take a quick shower.” Then she tossed the lingerie at me. Both of my hands reached out to grab it, leaving my towel precariously tucked and slipping. In one swift motion, she stole my towel and ran for the bathroom.

  Chapter 2

  Twenty minutes later, she found me in my room drying my hair. I had tried on the skimpy red lace, surprised by the way the bra lifted my smallish tits, actually creating nice mounds that pushed up over the top. “I need a hand with this zip…” She stopped mid-sentence and gave me a once over. Never one to be shy, she grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face her. “Look at you! It’s a shame Dylan won’t see you in that. The girls are looking perky and your ass looks fabulous in those shorts. I’d be your friend with bennies in that! Now a little help with the zipper?” She turned her back to me and we both faced the mirror. Her hands went to her breasts and she boosted them up, lifting her cleavage to show off her gorgeous D cups. “Too much, you think?” I dragged my eyes away from her chest and tried to focus on the zipper. “No, not too much. You look fabulous too.” In a teasing voice, she said, “Hot enough that you’d be MY friend with bennies?” Her taunt echoed the compliment she had just given me. Trying to keep it light, I retorted, “I don’t know what Max would have to say about that!” She turned to face me, her body close to mine, and gave me a mischievous grin. “He would encourage it and would probably like to play along.” With that she kissed my cheek, patted my arm and scurried from my room. “I have to finish up or we’ll be late!” she shouted over her shoulder.

  I slipped into my dress, put on lip gloss and a pair of strappy sandals, and grabbed my purse, meeting Bailey in the kitchen. She had set up 2 shot glasses, tequila and lime wedges on the counter. “One for the road before the Uber arrives?” Her gaze followed me as I licked my hand and shook salt on it. I licked the salt from my hand and tipped back the tiny glass. She held the lime up for me and watched my mouth as I bit into the tart wedge. Our eyes met and the air seemed to crackle around us with a new energy. Bailey and I giggled as she quickly downed her shot. As she wiped a piece of pulp from the corner of my mouth, Bailey said, “Why don’t we cancel the Uber and call another one later. We’re already late anyway.”

  Chapter 3

  Bailey and I had been friends since freshman year when we bonded over the horrors of Econ 101. The class was so fast paced, the content so foreign and the professor so monotonous, everyone had problems in that class. The Student Union broadcasted lectures on a continuous loop so we could see the material over and over until we made sense of it. Bailey and I met while watching a rerun of our 7:30 am class, trying to get the essential notes. After one particularly abominable test, we commiserated over tequila shots at her older sister’s apartment and had been best friends ever since. We had seen each other through boy drama and family drama and there was not much we had not shared. We even shared a bed one night while we were vacationing with friends. There was limited space in the cabin we rented last winter break and after an evening of drinking, we had crashed in the same bed. We woke the next morning with our bodies snuggled up next to each other and our arms around each other. She was the first to wake up and realize how we had slept. When I opened my eyes, she did not look embarrassed or pull away, but snuggled even closer and whispered, “We’re so warm in here and it’s so cold out there.” We stayed in our warm cocoon snuggling and whispering until the rest of the house stirred. That was 2 months ago and surprisingly, things had not been awkward between us. Bailey had been her usual touchy feeling self, so I decided to take our growing familiarity in stride.

  Chapter 4

  “What do you want to do instead?”, I asked tentatively. She grabbed a tray and loaded up the bottle of Cuervo, our glasses, the salt shaker and a bowl of lime wedges. I followed her into the living room where she poured us each another shot. After we slung those back, Bailey took a deep breath and set her glass down with a clink as if she had made a decision. “I want to explore this spark we have, to experiment a little. I think you feel it too. I don’t think it’s one-sided. Morgan, I’m so attracted to you and every time I’m around you, all I can think about is touching you and kissing you and having your mouth all over me. I know we’re friends, and I know you like guys.” At this point, she was starting to ramble. “I like boys too. In fact, I really like Max, but I want to have all kinds of different experiences…” I put two fingers on her lips to shush her, whispering, “It’s not one-sided. I want my mouth all over you, too.” Then I replaced my fingers with my lips. The kiss was soft and her lips were supple and moist. Her tongue slipped out and traced my top lip and the kiss deepened. Her hand tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me into her. My hand was on her face angling to plunge my tongue deeper into her welcoming mouth. We licked and nipped at each other, our breathing becoming more rapid. She tasted like salt and tequila and I couldn’t get close enough to her. She pulled back and starred at me wide-eyed and panting. “Are you OK with this?” “More than OK, are you?” She gave me a sexy grin and pulled the tie from around the waist of my dress. “I’ve thought about what this would be like for so long. Now I just want to see that red lace again.” She slipped my spaghetti straps off my shoulders, leaving a trail of warm wet kisse
s from my collar bone to my ear. My head fell back as I stretched my neck to give her more access. My nipples were taut and my tits felt full and heavy. With every breath, my nipples rubbed on the lace of the demi bra and sent electric shivers of pleasure to my pussy. Bailey pushed the top of my sundress down until the edge of red lace peaked out. She ran her fingers over the delicate trim then dipped inside the cups, brushing across the tops of my breasts. I wanted more, wanted to see her bare. Her clingy sapphire blue dress was created to accent every voluptuous curve and her new barely-there lingerie did nothing to contain her pointing nipples. I reached for the zipper I had only recently pulled up and reversed the direction. Bailey stood in front of me and let the sensuous blue fabric fall off her shoulders, then slink to the floor. I put my hands on her waist and caressed her soft pale skin. I was right about the blue thong and bra set. I only had a peak at it while I was zipping her up before, but now I could see it all. What there was of it, anyway. Merely a few tiny scraps of embroidered sheer fabric only emphasized her luscious full breasts and her bare pussy. “You are so sexy in that! Come down here,” I said as I pulled her back onto the sofa. Kissing her again, I cupped her breasts and squeezed gently. She moaned into my mouth. I bent to her breast and licked her nipple through the fabric, then bit softly as my other hand kneaded her other breast. I smiled up at her, “I have no idea what I’m doing. I just know what I like.” “Feels amazing, more,” she managed to mumble. I switched my mouth to her other breast, sucking her pebbled bud and grazing my teeth over her bra. I unfastened the front clasp and dragged the bra straps over her shoulders, then tossed it over the coffee table. I shifted her onto her back on the sofa and ran my eyes over her incredible body again. Dark chestnut hair, thick and wild, spread over the sofa pillows. Her generous breasts stood firm with her nipples rigid and pointing, her chest heaving slightly. Her flat belly sucked in every time she breathed, making her diamond belly button ring sparkle in the lamp light. Then there was her pussy, shaved bare, lips swollen. I could hardly believe what we were doing! She raised one knee and rested it on the back of the sofa exposing her inner thigh and revealing the wetness on her scrap of a thong. The sheer triangle barely covered her pussy and the string extended over her puckered hole and through her butt cheeks. It was soaking wet and I was overcome by the need to taste her there. She had mentioned she wanted my mouth all over her and I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now than taste her everywhere. She looked up at me, wondering what I was going to do next. I remembered the refreshments on the coffee table. I licked a circle around one areola and sprinkled it with salt. With a wedge of lime, I drizzled juice on her other areola, while she watched, then rubbed the lime all around it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she gasped. I poured myself a shot, then licked the salt off her right breast, taking more time than necessary. I downed the shot, then sucked vigorously on her left areola feeling the lime juice mellow the burn of the tequila. This had apparently been a very good idea, because when I was finished, she raised up, grabbing my face in her hands and plunging her tongue in my mouth. I was floating from the passion, the relief of finally touching her and from the tequila. My body pressed into hers as we writhed on the couch. I broke the kiss and dragged myself down, kissing and nipping as I went until I reached the top of her thong. I ran kisses and licks along her inner thigh, one then the other, then she lifted her ass and let me slip off her thong. Now completely naked, I could smell her wetness and desire and it made me greedy for more. I breathed warm air over her center, across her throbbing clit, then licked her like an ice cream cone from her pucker to her tight bud, sucking gently and flicking at her nub. She tasted sweet and tangy and fantastic. She moaned and swore and panted as I continued. I pressed my mouth into her folds and fucked her with my tongue, all the while, massaging circles around her clit. She rocked her pelvis into my face, pressing harder, wanting more. “Oh shit, Morgan!,” she gasped. Her inner thighs began to tremble and she lifted her ass off the couch as she panted, “Oh God, I’m so close. I’m going to come! FUCK, it feels so good, Oh God! I felt her orgasm flood my tongue and I lapped up every bit of her release. When her body started to relax, I slowly nuzzled and kissed my way back up to her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she regained her breath. With wonder in her eyes, she said, “Shit, why have we never done THAT before?”

  Chapter 5

  She shook her head to clear it and gave me a grin. “But you’ve had one more shot and one more orgasm than me. I need one more shot so we’re even and I owe you an O.”

  Bailey polished off her shot and, holding my hand, led me to the big comfy chair I usually favored for studying. “I’ve fantasized about you being in this chair naked. So get naked, sit in the chair and lean back. I want you to see how I picture you when I’m by myself at night, fingering myself.” Following her direction, I sat in the chair and she knelt in front of me, gently spreading my knees apart, scooting closer until her ample breasts were pressed against mine. She kissed me tenderly at first, then more hungrily, her hands caressing my thighs. With one hand on my chest, she pushed me back, then slipped her hands under my ass and pulled me closer to the edge of the chair. “I want you spread wide apart so I can see your pussy and how wet you are for me,” she purred. She lifted my right knee over the arm of the chair opening my hot center to her. Her hand dragged light caresses from knee to core, barely avoiding where I wanted to feel her most. Her left hand returned to my breast, rolling my nipple between her finger and thumb as she stretched my other knee over the other chair arm. Sitting in this position with my legs spread apart and hooked over the arms of the chair, I felt the stretch in my inner thighs. It seemed to heighten my sensitivity all over. Seeing the pure lust on her face while she took me in, splayed out before her with my most private parts on display both bolstered my self-confidence and drenched my pussy. I could feel the warm liquid dripping down over my pucker. She leaned in close, pressing into my throbbing clit with her belly button ring while hungrily sucking on one nipple and lightly pinching the other. I felt like she was everywhere, pleasuring every cell. My hands gripped the arms of the chair and I held on tight. She leaned back on her knees, dragging her hands from my breasts, over my abdomen and to my thighs, her thumbs finally teasing my wanting nub as she passed it. Her fingers separated my labia, and she leaned in for a taste. “Your pussy is so pretty and pink and you are positively glistening right now.” Her mouth found my clit and she suckled it. My head tossed back and forth, “Oh Bailey, FUCK, your mouth is amazing. Please fuck me with your fingers!” She obliged by sliding one dainty finger into my sheath and slowly pushing in an out, dragging past my G- spot each time and never stopping the magic her mouth was performing. “More, please,” I panted, although I really didn’t know how much more of this I could take without losing my mind. “I’ll give you more if you play with your nipples. Pinch them for me.” I did as she asked, adding to my building sensory overload. She put two fingers in my hole and smeared her thumb in my hot juices, coating it. I could feel heat gathering in my whole body. And then she added a third finger while her slippery thumb inched into my ass. I exploded, bucking my pelvis into her face and sitting almost upright as I tried to remember to breathe. “Bailey, Oh, God, yes, oh Bailey, FUCK, fuck me everywhere. My orgasm slammed through me, powerful and unrelenting. Bailey did not falter and prolonged the exquisite momentum until I was a limp exhausted noodle. Then she placed an open mouth sensual kiss on my oversensitive clit, causing me to shutter one more time. She caressed my sated body as she moved up and snuggled beside me. We must have dozed off for a time, because the room was dark when we woke, the sun already set. She raised up languidly kissing my mouth and twining her fingers in mine. Want to go check out the party and see what other kind of trouble we can get into? “Sure,” I said, “but only if we can continue our ‘friends with bennies’ experiment when we get back. “I wouldn’t want it any other way”, she said, and led me to the bathroom to freshen up.


  About The Author

  Ella K. Mason

  Ella K. Mason lives in a small town in the Southeast with her husband and 2 children. She enjoys writing stories that explore hidden desires and hopes reading her tales will spark women to share their fantasies with their lovers.

 

 

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