Friend with Benefits Ch. 2

I had awakened once, suddenly in the middle of the night. I tensed as I realized my head was resting on Jeff's shoulder and his arms were around me. Listening to his deep, slow breathing, I knew he was fast asleep. I was terrified to waken him.

My mind was tortured with the memory of the way Jeff had taken me, forcefully and hard, just hours ago. My pussy was sore, my innards ached, but my mind was reeling. What had I done to provoke that? We had been friends for over a year, confiding fears and dreams, sharing thoughts and laughter. Did I inadvertently encourage him? I had answered the door wrapped in a towel from my recent shower. The way he popped in unannounced had given me no warning. It had happened half a dozen times before and neither of us seemed perturbed by it. I had dressed in an old T-shirt, baggy enough so my 36C breasts were not accented. My shorts came down to almost my knees.

My long, wet hair had been clipped up, left dripping down my neck and I hadn't even bothered with makeup. No, I hadn't dressed provocatively. Our discussion hadn't had even the slightest element of flirting. I had asked Jeff to stop, told him to stop, pleaded with him, and tried to run away. He was my friend! Why hadn't he listened to me? I was totally confused. And the worst to haunt me: why had I climaxed three times as he forced himself on me? I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. I couldn't remember how we had managed to get from the yard to my bed or what had been said after he finished with me. Exhausted and feeling ill, I dozed back off to sleep in his arms.

Reawakening just after dawn, I carefully removed myself from the bed, and quietly ran to the bathroom. I locked the door. Showering with almost scalding water, I scrubbed my body harshly. I felt dirty and used, but no amount of scrubbing could stop the thought that my body had enjoyed him. My pussy lips were still swollen from the beating they had taken. There was a slight bruise on my breast.

I quickly dried off and threw on underwear and an old sweat suit, pulling my wet hair severely back into a ponytail. I started a pot of coffee, as I agonized what to do. Jeff, my friend, my rapist, was peacefully sleeping in my bed. If I called the police, it could ruin his life. Suppose everyone thought I had encouraged him? His scholarship would be forfeit. What about his family? And mostly I felt humiliated, stupid for allowing myself to end up in that situation. I didn't understand how it had happened.

I poured a cup of coffee, filled the carafe, and headed to the backyard. I always tried to make time to have my morning coffee outside. I liked watching the day start there. Curling up in the lounger, I ran all the thoughts over and over through my mind. They were interspersed with the memories of the last night - how Jeff had tenderly kissed me; his physical strength that had been so surprising; how violently he had slammed me against the wall when I tried to run from him; how strong I had orgasmed.
The backyard was littered with reminders. The rum bottle lay by the table where he must have thrown it. Our glasses were on the table, the ice now melted. The Coke bottle stood there, the soda heating up under the morning sun. My T-shirt and bra were on the grass by the bench. My shorts were in a heap by the house. Jeff's were nearby. And my torn panties were next to the door. I poured another cup of coffee and had to remove the reminders. I threw out the rum bottle, the Coke, and my panties. I almost felt like crying but knew that would do no good. I picked up the clothes, folding his shorts neatly, and gathered the glasses and ice bucket. Glasses went in the kitchen; my clothes in the laundry hamper, and I quietly tiptoed into the bedroom to leave his shorts on the chair.

I had decided. I would let him wake up, dress, and escape out the house. I couldn't call the police. I assumed Jeff would be as horrified as I was and just leave. I wandered back outside to finish my coffee and wait for him to go. As I sat in the lounger, I wrestled with my mixed emotions. Jeff was one of my best friends and it hurt to lose that. I had been so certain that our relationship had grown to where we deeply cared about one another. I would have been comfortable confiding most anything to him and I had been so positive he had felt the same way.

"Good morning." The words echoed across the yard and sent a chill through me. Jeff was standing just outside the door, coffee cup in hand. His hair was wet and I knew he must have showered before he dressed. He was smiling and looked relaxed. There was no hint of last night's encounter. His blue eyes sparkled and twinkled.

"I made another pot of coffee," he continued. "How 'bout some breakfast? I'm starved!"

I must have been staring with my mouth wide open. It was unreal. He acted as if last night had never happened.

"Come on," he implored. "I've already started the bacon," he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared back inside.

I slowly got up and walked in the house. My agonizing over how to finish this had been for naught. I didn't know what to do, but a part of me wanted an explanation from him. In the kitchen, the bacon was sizzling on the stove and he was whisking eggs.

"Set the table, ok?" he asked. In a daze, I did so as he started to scramble the eggs.

"Stir the eggs, while I get the bacon and make some toast," he said, handing me the spatula. Again I complied and busied myself at the stove, afraid to look at him. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and still had not said a word to him. When the eggs were done, I dished them on the plates and noticed he had buttered our toast and made sandwiches. I just stared at the sandwiches.

"Those are for our picnic," he explained. "Eat before breakfast gets cold."

"What picnic?" I demanded, still not looking at him.

"I want to show you something. It's a nice day, so I thought we'd go for a ride and take a picnic," he elaborated.

"I don't think I'm in much of a picnic mood, Jeff," I said quietly, as I played with the food on my plate.

"Maybe not," he responded, "but we'll go for a ride anyway. You'll feel better when you get some fresh air." We had occasionally taken rides when one or the other of us was upset about something. Taking turns, we shared a favorite spot or activity with each other.

"I need to shower and change then," I explained, as I pushed my plate away and practically ran for my bedroom. I grabbed more clean underwear and frantically grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Rushing into the bathroom, I slammed and locked the door. Turning on the shower, I peeled off the sweat suit. Hopping quickly in the shower, I let the water run over my body, trying to calm myself. I realized that maybe this was his way of apologizing. We often had long heart-felt talks in the car on our little excursions. It certainly seemed safer to be in public with him than trapped in my house. Rationalizing the situation, I turned the water off and stepped from the shower. Jeff stood there, holding out a towel for me. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed on my breasts. I screamed, more from surprise than fear.

"What are you doing in here?" I screeched at him, quickly hiding behind the towel.

"I laid out your clothes for you," he stated. I followed his eyes to the sundress and sheer panties on the vanity. My shorts and T-shirt were nowhere to be seen. A bra was noticeably absent.

"Now dry off and get dressed," he said kindly. He walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, but not before I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I felt trapped. I had to get out of the house, so I slipped on the dress and the panties. The pale green dress was old, nothing special. I had gotten it years before to go to pool parties and summer cookouts. The bodice was form fitting. A bra really wasn't needed, but I always wore one anyway. The sweetheart neckline was low enough to accentuate my breasts without being too revealing. The skirt flared over my hips and hung nicely, but wasn't too short. It was attractive, without being sexy. But it had been hanging back in my closet. Jeff must have rummaged through my clothes and underwear drawer, I thought as I applied a hint of eye shadow and some lip gloss. I was brushing my hair when the bathroom door opened.

"Leave your hair down," Jeff stated. I just stared at him. Following him out the bathroom and I headed to get my sneakers from the closet. Before I got that far, he handed me a pair of flat sandals.

"Sit on the bed and put them on," he ordered. I did. I could feel Jeff's eyes staring at me as I stuffed my feet into the sandals. I truly didn't know what to say.

"Lemme get my purse," I asked.

"You won't need it," he responded. "Today is my treat." Not knowing what else to do, I followed Jeff out to his car. He had a backpack slung over his broad shoulder, lunch he had explained. He held the door for me, and that surprised me.

We drove for about an hour. There wasn't much conversation. I didn't know what to say and my mind was still trying to process what was happening. Pulling into a gravel parking lot for a trail head, he explained his dad used to bring him to this place when he was little. That admission was not at all what I had expected, nor was the fact that there were only a few cars parked in the lot.

"I'm not much dressed for hiking," I reminded him. He chuckled a warm, soft laugh.

"It's not much of a hike. You'll be fine," he reassured me.

We walked about half a mile along a gentle wooded trail. The land was flat and the small river running along the path was lazy. It was cool and shaded under the old trees; more of a walk than a hike. We took our time and Jeff chatted about trivial things. Jeff was totally at ease, more relaxed than I had seen him in a long time. Occasionally, he would stop and take a picture with the digital camera he had in the backpack. The prior night was never mentioned. I even questioned my sanity - had it really happened? In a clearing, Jeff dug out the contents of our lunch, sandwiches, pickles, and chips - two beers for him; four wine coolers for me. I wasn't hungry and certainly not in the mood for alcohol, definitely not four! But I made an effort to eat a half of a sandwich. Jeff opened a wine cooler for me and I took a few sips, setting the bottle down. When he was done eating, he packed up the remnants of lunch and we continued our walk.

"Not much further," he promised, as we still followed the river. He took a few more pictures, including some of me. I was getting concerned that we hadn't run across any other humans, but Jeff's attitude was normal. I wasn't frightened. What could be worse than the prior night? As we climbed a slight hill, Jeff again mentioned his dad used to bring him to this place. We rounded a bend and a large flat boulder marked the top.

"Let's rest here a minute," Jeff said, as he sat on the boulder. I sat down a few feet away from him, the backpack between us. It was certainly a pretty place, I thought.

"Dad and I used to come up here. I think he wanted to be alone sometimes, but I was his excuse to get out of the house," Jeff said. "It seems like whenever Dad and I would come here, I learned something more about him. It was special," Jeff was staring off at some distant memory. "When I got old enough to drive, I would come out here when I needed to think." He paused briefly, smiling wistfully at me. There was no threat in his eyes.

"I lost my virginity right about where you're sitting," Jeff whispered. With a grin, he hopped off the boulder. "I got to pee," he said, as he trotted off into the woods.

I jumped off the boulder and looked around. There was no one else anywhere. I thought about running down the trail. Jeff would catch me in no time, if he wanted to. I thought about hiding and decided he'd probably find me anyway. Resigned, I sat on a large trunk that had fallen by the river and watched the river meander by. I was probably being silly and now I wanted an explanation.

Suddenly I felt his hands gently rest on my shoulders. I hadn't even heard him coming back. He was bending over me and I felt him rest his head on the back of my neck.

"You don't understand yet, do you?" he asked.

"No, I don't," I quietly stated.

His hands slid down my shoulders, taking the straps of my dress with them.

"NO!" I yelled at him. Suddenly he let go and I slid off the log. Turning to face him, the log between us, I was angry again. "How could you do this to me? How could you ruin our friendship over a fuck? How could you scare me and not give a damn?" I spat at him. "NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I screamed as a realized I couldn't back any further without toppling into the river.

Reaching over the log, Jeff grabbed me around my head. Pulling me close, he kissed me firmly, but very gently. Then grabbing the straps of my dress, he violently pulled the top down to my waist. I pushed him away and he grabbed my arm. His other hand went to my breast and suddenly he turned white.

His gaze never leaving my breast, he asked, "Did I do that?"

I looked at the small but dark purple bruise that must have blossomed since my shower. "Yes, Jeff, " I yelled, "That and a lot more!"

"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, honest," his voice catching in his throat. Picking up the backpack, "I'll wait for you at the car," he said, as he trotted down the trail, never looking back. I pulled my dress back in place and walked back to the parking lot. I was more confused than ever. I didn't understand what he was thinking, what he was doing. This wasn't just a head game to him. The shock in his eyes was genuine. He wanted me, but I couldn't figure out why. There were at least a dozen young girls who oogled over him. He wasn't interested in a relationship with any of them. Yet any one would gladly sleep with him. Most were quite pretty, so if sex was all he was after, he could find it there.

At the car, I slid in and Jeff started her up without a word. After an uncomfortable silence, he muttered, "I need you. And you need me, even if you don't realize it yet."

"We already had each other, Jeff. We were the best of friends," I responded.

"No, there is more to us than that," he answered firmly. "We know each other. You know my dreams and my fears. And I know yours. You need someone, want someone. You've even told me there are things you miss by being single. I miss them too. And there is no reason to. I've shared so much with you."

"Jeff," I stumbled on the words. "Sex isn't a natural progression in our friendship."

He grinned at me. "Sure it is. I know you want someone strong. There is no reason I can't give you what you want."

"Strong, perhaps," I countered, "but not you. I don't want to be used. Not like that."

"I didn't use you!" Jeff protested. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't think I was that rough..........and we both know you enjoyed it."

I knew he was right. A part of me was embarrassed and confused by my body's betrayal. I stared out the window, unable to look at him. "Never again, Jeff," I said quietly.

"OK, sure," he chuckled. He reached around, fumbling in the back seat. I just stared out the window. I wasn't playing some game, yet that's what his attitude indicated. I just wanted to get home. I thought he would leave and the next time he showed up, I wouldn't unlock my door or let him in. I would send him an email and explain I couldn't do this. He still valued our relationship and I was hoping because of that, he would respect my wishes, especially once I stopped talking to him. He was busy with school and his job. Football practice would only take more of his time. I could make myself scarce, until it wouldn't matter to him.

"Here. Put these in," his command broke my thoughts. I looked at his outstretched hand. He was holding a tiny case with ben-wa balls, MY ben-wa balls.

"Where the hell did you get them?" I said angrily, my thoughts racing to realize he had gone through my drawers.

"In the drawer by the bed, with the rest of your toys," he smiled. "Now, put them in or I will do it for you!" The smile was gone. His tone was menacing.

"No," I said firmly.

Slamming on the brakes, Jeff pulled the car to the shoulder. He grabbed my arm before I could get the door open enough to jump out.

"Put them in," he hissed, holding my arm tightly.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded, feeling tears of frustration welling up.

"I want you really ready for me when we get back to the house," he stated, while shoving my skirt up my thigh. His hand groped for the elastic of the panties, while I struggled against his grip on my arm and the seatbelt. "I don't want to rip them," as he tugged on the sheer material. "It would be better if you just put them in. You're not going anywhere, so be sensible and just do it."

I hesitated. Jeff slid a finger roughly inside me, quickly reminding me how tender my pussy still was. I yelped in pain.

"OK ok," I consented. He eased his grip on my arm and removed his finger.

Bringing his finger to my lips, "Suck it clean," he gently commanded. I took his finger in my mouth and sucked on it. "Take off the panties."

I slid them down slowly over my hips, rising in the seat just a bit, as I wiggled them over my ass. My skirt still covered my upper legs, giving me a bit of modesty. Pulling the panties over the sandals, he grabbed them from me and tossed them in the back seat. He handed me the case with the balls, his finger still in my mouth. Taking the balls from the case, I spread my legs as little as possible to try to get them in without exposing myself.

"Let me see," he ordered as he grabbed on leg, pulling it towards him. I didn't move. His hands were on my hips, lifting me and turning me sideways to face him, my back almost against the door. He grabbed my left leg and pulled it up so my foot was on the console. "That's better," he commented. I was wide open to his view. I couldn't look at him, as I slowly eased the first ball in. I was damp - more than I had expected, but my pussy was sore and it was uncomfortable. The second one was a bit more painful, and I grimaced. His finger very gently followed the ball inside me, pushing it deeper. "Good girl," he comforted as he removed his finger. Grabbing the back of my head, he kissed me firmly and put the car in gear.

We rode for another few minutes in silence. I usually loved my ben-wa balls and would use them around the house on weekends. The thing about the balls was that they made me extremely horny, but never quite enough to get off. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I just touched a vibrator to my clit and exploded in a powerful orgasm. But the balls themselves never got me off. Jeff had picked a good toy to tease me with, as the car bumped over the old road.

I felt his hand on my seatbelt and it snapped off. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled me over to him and quickly kissed me. Still holding me by the hair, he said, "Suck my cock."

"What?" I said incredulously.

"I always wanted a hummer in the car," he stated, like it was a perfect explanation. He shoved my head towards his lap and pulled my hair a little harder. I undid his pants reluctantly, pleading with him at the same time, knowing it wasn't going to do any good. Releasing him from his shorts, he was already hard, and I tentatively licked the swollen head as he grasped my hair more tightly. He shoved my head further down and I licked his cock until I had moistened it.

"Suck it," he commanded. I lowered my mouth around him and felt him jerk, as his cock slowly filled my mouth. Pulling on my hair, I had no choice but to let his cock slither in and out of my mouth. His cock was too big to do this comfortably and I closed my eyes to concentrate on breathing and not gagging.