Fringe Benefits

"I thought we'd get some seafood," he said. "I know funky little place a few miles down the coast. It's not fancy but the food is great. You cool with that?"

She said she was.

"All right, then. Good food, good drinks, a beautiful woman at my side." He squeezed her hand. "It's going to be a wonderful night."

"I think so, too," Haley said. She held his hand as he drove.

"But I have to warn you about something."

"What's that?"

"Seafood makes me horny."

She chuckled. "Really? Is that a threat or a promise?"

"It's a fact."

Haley chuckled again. "Isn't that true for everybody? Isn't seafood an aphrodisiac or something? Seems like I've heard that before."

Max shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."

No words were spoken for a minute. Then Haley spoke.

"We need some seafood," she said.

----

They drank a little wine and talked, and sucked on lobster tails and talked, and made goo-goo eyes at each other and talked. After dinner they strolled down the riverwalk, hand-in-hand along the intracoastal, then back, talking. By then it was dark, they sat on a bench under the stars, and their talk became kisses, and soon their hands and lips began wandering, and then they were in the throes of the heaviest petting two people could do with their clothes on. Max slipped a hand between her legs and his fingers found nothing but sticky flesh and a bare snatch. Haley wore nothing under her sweat-dampened dress.

"You know," Max rasped with half a breath, "I don't want to get ahead of ourselves, or force anything. But I really want you."

Haley nodded, he kissed her again, long and deep.

"And when the time comes, I know it will be great. "I'm gonna tear you up."

After a lengthy pause, Haley said, "I think you better take me home."

Max sat up, loosened his arms around her, looked at her with eyes of angst. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong."

"No? Then why do you want to go home."

"Because I want you to tear me up," she said, and mashed her mouth against his, and rubbed his hard-on for emphasis.

It was a fifteen-minute drive back to the condo, and Max's penis stayed hard with Haley's fingers caressing his leg, and giving him an occasional dick brush. Once inside they walked through the foyer and passed the office and walked into the kitchen. Straight past the kitchen was a large living room with french doors and a balcony overlooking the sea. Haley pulled him down the hall to the left of the kitchen where there were two bedrooms sharing a full bath. They went into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. The only illumination was from the stars filtering through the blinds and a night light plugged into a wall outlet. It was just right.

"Nice set-up," Max said.

"Yeah," said Haley. "Private. Mom's bedroom is on the other side."

"So, we don't have to be quiet." He took her into his arms, they kissed again, another lingerer.

"No. Let's make some racket," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.

She stepped back and kicked off her sandals one at a time, and they flew across the room and thumped against the closet door. Then she swooped her dress over her head and off in one quick motion. She threw it on a chair and helped Max with his pants. They fell naked onto the bed.

Max wrapped his arms around her, pressed every inch of his bare, moist skin against hers and dented her groin with his cock. Their mouths kissed with a feral intensity, their roaming fingers clenched handfuls of steamy flesh, their naked crotches gnashed together in tandem, and the head of his dick briefly split her lips.

"Fuck me," Haley hissed into Max's ear.

"Not yet," he said.

He didn't want to rush, didn't want it to be a disappointment, or a letdown, or an anticlimax. He wanted their first time to be great, the best she'd ever had. He didn't know how many lovers she'd had, but with her looks he figured it was probably quite a few. His cock was a steely, payloaded missile ready for release, already damp with her wetness. But he was going to hold himself off, and make her wait. He was going to kiss and lick every inch of her, drive her to the edge, the brink, before he stuck it in.

He kissed her clammy neck, her shoulders, licked her breasts, sucked her nipples like they were olive pits, all the while with his hands working overtime around her tanned body. He licked her navel, teasing it, then traced his tongue along the skin surrounding her naked twat. Then downward along her upper thigh.

"Fuck me!" she said, louder this time.

He licked his way all the way down her left leg to her feet, kissed her ankles, sucked on her brown-polished toes. Then he worked his way back up the other leg. By the time he slipped his tongue inside Haley's pussy, her body was slithering like a gob of butter on a hot skillet.

"Fuck me!" she almost screamed, pulling his hair.

Max wanted to eat some pussy but that would have to wait. Her fingers in his hair, she yanked his head up to hers, stuck her tongue in his mouth. He felt her sturdy grip around his cock, pulling. And just like that he was inside her.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

So he did, his groin doing its best impression of a nail gun. He pounded, and she sounded, grunting, 'Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me' over and over, sucking his tongue, squeezing his ass, meeting his movements with her own, thrusting, pumping, their crotches smashing, combining in a passionate collision of hard love.

It sounded like a rhino roar when they came. Their bodies shook, their jizzes mixed, and their grunts and groans bounced off of the walls.

They rested, their bodies meshed in a sweaty tangle. They held each other, sighed with contentment, but soon were kissing again, getting aroused.

"I want to go down on you," he said.

"I want to go down on you, too," she replied. She smoothly inverted her body, and just like that her crotch was in Max's face and his cock was in her mouth. She wasted no time showing off her deep throat skills.

The seafood did the trick, Max thought, as if he'd needed it, and he watched with amazement as his seven inches of cock placidly disappeared without a hitch into Haley's mouth. The girl was no stranger to cock sucking, that was for sure. He breathed in the sweet and sour smell of cunt and licked her tasty insides, like salty coconut. She moaned with a mouthful of cock when he punched his tongue inside her.

He alternated the plunges of his dick into her mouth with his tongue into her tunnel, she blended seamlessly with his movements, and they pumped away. With a chorus of moans and groans and grunts they rocked the bed, its springs beneath them aching with the force of it. Then Max wrapped his lips around Haley's swollen clit and sucked.

She came up for air and wailed like an alley cat. Then she licked his asshole, rimmed him good, and jammed her finger up there. Max almost had a back spasm when he felt that jolt, but kept his mouth on her tool and returned the favor. She pinched his finger with her sphincter and went back to sucking. Bodies back in the rhythm, each trying to suck the orgasm out of the other, neither would last much longer with the oral and anal action going on.

Max was first, but not by much. The hot shot tickled Haley's throat, she half-gagged, half-swallowed, but it heightened the potency of her want, and she banged her gash into his mouth harder still as he ejaculated into her gullet. Within seconds her body tensed, shook up and down, and she shrieked as her pussy watered his face.

After they had rested for a bit, Haley hopped out of bed and into the Jack-and-Jill bathroom. She was in there for a while, Max could hear the toilet flush and the water running. He didn't know what to do, did she want him to stay, or should he go? But when she came back to bed she made it clear.

"I don't have an extra toothbrush," she said. "But you can use mine. It's on the counter by the sink."

That made him feel good. He walked naked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He stood in front of the toilet and pissed, trying his best to steer straight, which was not easy after his cum had cluttered up his tube a couple times. He found some floss, flicked some lobster bits out of his teeth, then found the toothbrush and brushed his teeth.

Back in bed he held her, and her head felt just right nestled against his neck. As they lay there in silence, nearing sleep, Max kissed the top of her head, then she turned and kissed his lips, then his tongue was in her mouth, then his dick got hard, then Haley rolled on top of him, then she put him inside her and they started fucking again. Soon the bed was screeching, and they were moaning in unison as they banged each other. It only took several minutes of bouncing on his cock, feeling it ram home deep inside her, chasing one more climax, before she came. Then she fell onto the mattress beside him, their bodies spent, and said goodnight.

They both had a long, deep, uninterrupted sleep. Max woke in the morning with a raging erection, per usual. He had to piss like a racehorse and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, hoping it would subside so he could go into the bathroom and take a whiz and actually hit the toilet without twisting it into a pretzel. But Haley was awake too, and had noticed.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning to you."

She got up and circled around to his side of the bed, knelt before him. "And good morning to you, too," she said to his penis, and went down on it.

Max watched with amazement as his cock sunk all the way into her head. He massaged her shoulders as she sucked him, half asleep, wondering how in the hell was this happening, a morning BJ from this sexy, foxy gal, thinking who's tearing up whom, this chick kisses like my lover and fucks like a whore. He came in less than two minutes.

In the bathroom he brushed his teeth, giving his cock time to go half-flaccid, then pissed a pint. He had to get home, get showered and get ready for work. He dressed and kissed Haley goodbye. They promised to touch base after the weekend. She went into the bathroom to take care of her own ablutions and shower off the love chunks.

Max wasn't able to slip out unnoticed, however. He had to go through the kitchen to get out of the condo, but the kitchen was already a hub of activity despite the early hour. He smelled fresh coffee as soon as he entered the hallway, and then in the kitchen encountered an attractive woman in a thin cotton robe that barely reached her knees, leaning against the counter sipping from a cup, and a guy in sweatpants sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. They were waiting for him.

"Good morning," he said, nervously, wishing he could slink out through the woodwork. "I'm Max."

"Hi Max," said the woman. "I'm Mona, Haley's mother. This is Dick," she added, nodding toward the man at the breakfast bar. Dick gave him a quick wave as he chewed on a bagel.

Mona was an inch or two taller than her daughter, with dark brown hair, and had the same slim, curvy body, and sweet, firm legs. Max thought she looked pretty good, and too young to have a twenty-year-old daughter. Dick looked to be in his late thirties, stocky and muscular, with receding black hair.

"Nice to meet you both," Max mumbled, nervously scratching his forearm.

"Thank you for fixing our freezer," Mona said. "It's working just fine."

"You're welcome. Just doing my job."

"Haley told me that you work for yourself, that you own the company."

"Yes, that's true."

"That's very impressive, a young man like you starting up his own company. And I've checked around. It appears that you are doing quite a bit of business and have some impressive accounts."

"Thank you."

"Is it common practice in your business to sleep with your customers?"

The question stunned Max, he suddenly felt like he was in a job interview. Mona and Dick were staring at him, waiting.

"Uh, no," he stammered. "I made an exception with Haley."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. And it sounded like you both had a good time in bed."

Embarrassed, Max didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.

"At least he's got good taste in women," Dick chimed in, and they chuckled. Max could breathe again.

"Would you like some coffee?" Mona asked.

"Uh, no thank you. I have to get home, get ready for work."

"Then how about a cup for the road?"

Max accepted the offer. Mona opened a cabinet and took out a large stainless steel thermos cup and filled it with coffee.

"Cream, sugar?"

"Just cream," he said. "You have a beautiful home."

Mona nodded, said thanks, added half-and-half, stirred, snapped down the lid and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said, as he headed for the door. "This is a nice cup. I'll return it soon, I promise."

"I'm sure you will, Max," Mona said, as she escorted him out.

"Don't be a stranger!" Dick called from the kitchen.

Max got into his truck and started it up before he sipped his coffee. It was damn good, he thought, some exotic, pungent blend he'd never had before. Haley's mom knew how to whip up a mean cup of coffee.

----

Max returned the cup the next morning. He left it on the stoop with a thank-you note. Then he called Haley on her cell. He wanted to catch her before she headed off to work at the convention center for the weekend where she would be buried for three days. He told her about the cup on her stoop and they made arrangements to hook up on Monday evening.

----

Haley didn't have a car of her own, so Max picked her up after work on Monday. They had dinner at a dock bar, and the conversation flowed easily, just like it had before.

"How was the car show?" Max asked her.

"Oh, brother. It was brutal," she said. "Three twelve-hour days."

"What did you do?"

"Anything and everything. Set up tables, break down tables, move tables, set up chairs, take tickets, give out programs, empty trash cans, sweep floors, you name it."

"Sounds exhausting."

"It was. Boring, too. But I have to tell you, what a goldmine. I don't know what it costs to rent the convention center for three days, but the promoter must have made a fortune. Eight thousand people came through there over three days at ten bucks a pop, that's not including the free passes that were traded out for advertising and promotion. And all of the vendors, selling pizza, hot dogs, burgers, snow-cones, ice cream, tacos, popcorn, t-shirts, whatever, they all paid big fees to set up booths. And, all of the gearheads displaying their hot rods came from hundreds of miles around and pay entry fees to be in the show, just so they can try to win some stupid trophy. Amazing!"

"Well, maybe tonight I can help you recover," Max said softly.

"That would be nice." She gave him her wink.

"I met your Mom the other morning," he said, after a couple beverages.

"I know. She told me."

"Oh, really? What did she say?"

"She said that you looked nervous and she thought you were handsome."

"Ah, that's nice. She's very attractive too. She looks young, too young to have a daughter your age."

"I know, she gets that a lot. She's thirty-nine, younger guys are always hitting on her. She got divorced six years ago and she used to wear her old wedding band, hoping it would deter guys from coming onto her, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, so she quit that."

"Hmm."

"Oh, and another thing she said. They heard us in bed. I guess we were pretty loud. I'll have to muffle you next time."

Max chuckled, and said, "I think you're the one that needs muffling."

"You can try," she said with another wink, and they laughed.

"I also met, uh..."

"Dick," she said. "Mom's boyfriend. Sometimes, anyway. I don't think she's serious about him, or anything. She met him at the club where she works out."

"He didn't say much, but he did say he thought I had good taste in women. Meaning you."

After a pause to sip some water, Haley said: "He wants to fuck me."

Max wasn't sure he heard that right. "Say what?"

"Dick wants to fuck me."

Max looked around, made sure nobody was tuned in to their conversation, leaned closer. "Dick wants to fuck you?" he said. "Did he say that?"

"He doesn't have to," she said. "I can tell by the way he looks at me. He stares at my boobs and my ass and pretends not to. He looks away really fast when I catch him. A woman knows."

"Really? Geez, does your mother know?"

"I don't know. Probably. She's pretty sharp."

Max sat back, took a breath. "This is hard to believe. Your mother's boyfriend wants to fuck you. And your mother probably knows. And you seem pretty cool with it."

Haley shrugged. "Just being honest." She sipped again from her water glass, then put her hand on his. "Let's go to your place tonight, is that okay?

Max said, "Sure."

"Good. I'd like to see your house. And your bedroom. And we won't need mufflers."

----

Over the next two months, Max and Haley got into the routine of seeing each other a couple times a week, usually on weeknights, working around her schedule. Most of the time he'd pick her up after work and they'd end up at his place, where they could have privacy, and he'd drop her off at her place in the morning when he went to work. Sometimes they would stay at Haley's, and would try to keep it down in the bedroom, just in case someone was listening. Their sex life was active and adventurous. Haley was an uninhibited lover, she liked getting fucked and the harder the better, which was sometimes discordant with Max's gentler tendencies, but didn't lessen their enthusiasm at all. Haley liked sex in any position and all of her holes.

The more Max encountered Mona at her condo, the more relaxed and comfortable they became with each other. She was naturally flirty, and he thought she was pretty cool to be okay with him staying over, knowing he was screwing her daughter. Mother and daughter were close, and he figured they would probably share intimate details. Her eyes seemed to peer into him, like she knew his secrets. He admired her body too, which was usually scantily clad in a swimsuit and a cover-up, or halter and shorts. She worked from home and dressed for comfort. And she would check him out too, he could tell.

The sex with Haley continued to be good and plenty, but as the days and weeks elapsed into late summer, Max couldn't help but feel that the end was near. He recalled his own college years, and the summer romances that didn't survive. Haley would soon be heading back to school to the life and relationships she had before moving in with Mom at the beach for the summer, and before Max showed up to fix her freezer.

One night in mid-August, Max stayed over at the condo with Haley. In the morning they drank coffee in the kitchen with Mona and Dick. Max hadn't seen Dick for a few weeks, this was only the second time they'd both slept over on the same night. But he'd seen enough of Dick to know that Haley was right, he wanted to get in her pants. He had a predator's eyes.

"Hey, I had an idea," Mona said. "Next weekend, Haley heads back to school for the fall. How about the four of us have a goodbye cookout before she leaves? I'll get some steaks and shrimp, and I'll make some potato salad and Dick can whip up some beach drinks, and we'll have a party. A final fling before we put Haley on that train back to D.C. What do you all think?"

Everyone loved the idea. Max said he'd bring beer, Dick would take care of the booze and mixers. They set it up for Wednesday evening. Haley would be leaving on Friday.

----

Max knocked off work a little early Wednesday and drove home to shower and change into clean clothes. He bought beer on the way, and he arrived at the condo at around seven p.m. Dick was already there, dressed in only his swim trunks, standing at the bar mixing drinks. Mona and Haley were standing at the counter in the kitchen sipping drinks while spearing chunks of sirloin, shrimp, chicken, peppers, onions and cherry tomatoes onto skewers. They were both dressed in two-piece swimsuits and covered by lacy, lightweight beach robes. It looked like they'd all just climbed out of the pool. He felt way overdressed in his shorts and tropical shirt.