What Goes Around

"And how about having your asshole rimmed? How long since you had THAT done to you?" I asked mischievously, shocked at hearing myself.

"Wow. Um, that would be never, I doubt if any man would ever do that, and I would never have the nerve to ask, that's for sure."

"So," I asked, "You're totally straight then?" I held her hand and licked my lips.

"Um, yeah, I could never do what you did. I mean, I couldn't lick another woman. Maybe I'd kiss if I was drunk, but yes - I'm totally straight. How about you? I guess you only like girls?"

"Up until you, I was only with - like four guys," I admitted. "I guess that makes me bi then, right? Because I KNOW I would totally do again what I did with you, and maybe more."

She thought about what I said. "Yeah, I'd say you're definitely bi then, but there's nothing wrong with that, really. It's cool."

I stroked her hand, and I had to ask. "So, you're not.. you're not even like a little bit into girls?"

"Sorry, no. I mean I really loved cumming that way, I admit it. But no."

I was disappointed, but also relieved in a way. I said, "So, still friends then?"

She nodded, "Of course, friends."

I had to take one last shot. I hesitated before saying, "Um, did you ever hear the expression - 'friends, with benefits?' Some of the kids at school started saying it."

"No, what do you mean?"

I paused. I should have just been relieved that we were able to re-establish our friendship, but I felt myself becoming addicted to pleasing another person - man or woman - and I couldn't resist.

I explained, "It's just a friendship - you know, like ours - but with like an added bonus in a way, no strings attached. No drama, no commitment."

My pussy was getting wet, almost against my will. I kept thinking back to Lucy spreading her own ass cheeks to give my tongue access to her tight hole, and I shifted on the bench, almost hoping she would dismiss the idea.

"So, like what are you saying exactly, Destiny?"

"Nothing, I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry..."

"Um, so ... let's say that this is really a 'thing,' How exactly would that work, do you think?"

I tried not to smile, happy and surprised that she was actually considering it.

"I dunno. I mean, I didn't really give it much thought, but I guess just a casual, occasional get-together for... you know, whatever."

"Okay, so ...but I wouldn't have to - I guess, reciprocate then? I mean, you know."

My breathing was getting heavier. Suddenly I realized that it was a possibility, and I thought about Beth, who made it pretty clear that we would need to be discreet. I briefly felt like I should take the option off of the table because of her, but again - I'm far from perfect, and monogamy wasn't really an option that Beth was willing to discuss. I knew that I was putty in Lucy's hands. All she had to do was agree.

I teased, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we have some kind of a code word, or secret handshake or something..."

"Or maybe I could just ask you to lick me," Lucy said boldly and squeezed my hand.

"Um, yeah. I guess...I guess that could work too," I said.

"I would probably feel like I'm using you though. I mean, what would you get out of it anyway?"

"I'd get to please you. That's all I would need," I admitted, licking my lips at thoughts of the arrangement.

"Um...you're serious?"

I nodded and smiled. I was like a puppy dog wagging its tail, waiting to be petted.

"If it ever gets too weird or complicated, this 'friends with benefits' thing, all we do is stop and keep our friendship then?"

"Yep," I said, and considering Beth, I added, "and if we start seeing someone serious it wouldn't be fair to continue, so...I'm good with it if you are," I said hopefully.

As she straddled the bench, she looked out into the distance. "When would this 'understanding' start then?"

"Anytime. Next week, next month, next year..."

She smiled, "Or maybe sooner?"

"Yeah, maybe sooner," I said quietly and I watched her as she looked around the abandoned field, focusing on an old shed in the distance.

She pointed to it. "I think that was the snack bar way back when I was in high school," she said.

"That long ago, huh," I kidded.

She ignored or totally missed the comment, saying, "Wanna go see?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she stood, picking up her blanket and hopping down the steps. I watched her in her khaki shorts and keds, and for a second my guilt crept in, but I quickly dismissed it and followed her, feeling my juices beginning to flow. I watched her ass and she turned, catching me looking. I was floating on air as I followed, and it seemed to take forever to get there, although it was probably only fifty yards away.

She walked around the other side of the shed, totally hidden from the parking lot. "Look, they still have the menu pricing up there," she said, pointing to the sign.

I was more interested in researching the area for privacy, but I looked up and said boldly, "They don't have what I want on that menu."

"No? Then what ARE you in the mood for, 'friend'," she asked as she laid out the blanket with one hand while reaching down to unsnap her shorts with the other.

I couldn't believe we were going down this path! It was less than an hour ago that I was sure our relationship was going to crash and burn.

She looked around one last time before pulling her shorts down along with a pair of lavender silk panties as she sat down on the blanket, watching me. Mesmerized, I knelt down, not caring that the ground under us was rocky and hard. My focus was between her legs and in worshipping her wet pussy. From the nubs of her pubes that extended slightly beyond the triangle that was so neatly trimmed just a week before, she was clearly not anticipating this moment, but that didn't stop me from salivating at the sight.

"Am I allowed to touch myself while I... you know - lick you?"

"Mm, of course," she said and she leaned back on her elbows to watch me as I slowly crawled between her spread legs. My mouth was hers once again, and my 'friend' was free to use it however she wished. I was just inches from kissing her pussy, when I instinctively turned onto my side to kiss her inner thigh, then I kissed the salty underside of her knee and turned fully onto my back, hoping that she would take the hint as I peeked up at her.

"Bad girl," she said quietly, and lifted her right leg up and over my prone body. Once past my body, she shifted so that her right side was briefly resting on the blanket before turning back onto her knees and straddling my stomach.

She looked down at me and asked, "Is this what you wanted?"

I nodded, eager to please, and with my lust overtaking me I was no longer concerned about the remote possibility of being caught. Now with her weight totally on her knees, inch by inch she shifted upward, slowly reaching my chest, then my neck until her wet glistening lips were within inches from my tongue. She teased me by sliding forward then slightly backward when she saw my tongue extending. She was killing me with temptation, until she finally gave in and lowered herself onto my face. I was hers to use, and now that I had another pussy to compare hers to, I noticed the distinct differences - in her lips, her taste, her smell, and even her movements. Where Beth was eager to move her hips and rub herself against my tongue, Lucy's movements didn't really give me a clear idea of her sensitive points, so I was on my own to figure her out - not that I was complaining. On the contrary, I took the opportunity to allow my tongue to explore her totally. The fact that she was straight probably detracted from her pleasure, and I'm sure there was also some guilt attached to the fact that she was simply using my mouth for her pleasure.

I needed desperately to please her, for my own satisfaction as well as hers. With one hand I reached down into my leggings and rubbed my hairy mound as my other hand held her ass. I was so wet that I easily inserted first one, then a second finger into my pussy before focusing on rubbing my clit as I licked my friend, who - facing in the opposite direction - was surely oblivious to my selfish actions. I remembered Lucy's overly sensitive ass from our prior get-together, and I removed my wet fingers from between my legs. I brought a single moist digit up to press it between her ass cheeks, searching for her tight asshole. When I found it and rubbed the tip of my wet finger against it, she let out a light moan and I knew I found her weak spot. I didn't dare attempt to kiss her there since she was no doubt a bit ripe, but that didn't stop me from rubbing her in a circular motion.

It took only another minute or so of touching her there before I felt her tensing and almost rising before dropping her pussy directly down hard against my face. She bucked briefly as she held onto my head and moaned, despite trying to suppress it. It was over nearly as quickly as it started, and I could tell that she was suddenly very sensitive by the way she now tried to avoid my tongue. I continued to hold onto her butt, and I kissed her inner thigh tenderly. I knew my enjoyment was over and regretted when she lifted her leg over my upper body and stood to pull her panties and shorts on. I wondered if she was feeling as guilty as I was about our experiment, but if she was she didn't show it.

While she gathered herself, I still had some work to do, but I had to rely on my memory of what had just occurred. I flattened my feet against the hard ground with legs parted, closed my eyes and again reached into my leggings with one hand while I pinched my breast with the other. I hoped she wouldn't mind, but I was so close to cumming that I couldn't wait until I got home. I opened one eye as I again fantasized, and Lucy was simply acting as a nervous "lookout," occasionally peeking back at me from a distance. To my surprise, my juices flowed more from thinking about what 'coincidentally' happened to her professor, and I felt the warmth building to a crescendo as I thought about the nasty anonymous "lead" that I supplied to the police.

"Oh fuck, FUUUUUCK!"

My hips bucked and I rubbed my clit faster until I spasmed with the overwhelming feeling of an intense climax.

"Shit," I said to myself.

"Wow, I think you startled the wildlife," Lucy laughed from her vantage point of roughly twenty feet away.

"Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away," I said quietly as I rose and tried to gather myself.

Little did she know that thoughts of ambushing her old professor were the fuel that got me over the edge. I knew then and there that I needed some kind of therapy. After all, how fucked up was I that her professor's pain was my quickest path to orgasm?

"It's okay. I wish I could let loose like that, but I guess I have always been pretty inhibited in bed - or actually in the field," she joked meekly as she looked around, and I chuckled politely.

"Let's get back home. Still okay with, you know.. what did you call it? That 'friends and flings' thing?"

I nodded and corrected her under my breath, "Friends with benefits."

"Oh yeah, that."

I had to be honest with myself. I did suddenly feel some regrets about our arrangement, but only after cumming hard, and I knew that if - and when - she asked again I would be powerless to deny her. I felt slightly used, but it was by my choice, and I was surprised at how much I missed the tenderness and foreplay that was so amazing with Beth. I wasn't quite sure where I was headed with that relationship, but I knew exactly where I stood with Lucy, and I was okay with that. I HAD to be. There was no choice.

It was one of the more awkward drives back to the trailer park. Although we made some small talk, it was uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to get back home. As we approached the entrance, I saw Jed's truck coming from the opposite direction before slowing down and pulling down the gravel drive. I scooted down in the seat and asked Lucy to slow down. We stayed twenty or thirty yards behind his truck and by his slow pace and the movements of his head it was clear that he was searching for something - or someone. His sidekick was in the passenger seat as usual, and the gunrack was empty. I had never seen him near our home before, and I worried about the missing rifle from the gun rack. He slowed down when he got to my trailer, and I asked Lucy to keep driving down the path.

She asked, Destiny, what's going on?"

"Prolly nuthin' but I just wanna be sure."

We drove further down the trail and I turned to see Jed pulling up, nearly hitting the side of our trailer and sitting there idling.

"Shit, he knows," I mumbled under my breath.

Lucy looked over at me again but didn't say anything. We sat in the car, out of his view and watched them get out of the truck. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt helpless as I could only watch what was happening down the road. We were close enough that we could hear them pounding on my trailer's screen door and shouting something. It took me only a few seconds to make out his ramblings. He was swearing and calling for Beth to "get on out here."

I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped out of Lucy's car and raced toward the trailer. Before I could get there, I saw the tip of a shotgun extending from the screen door and pressed against Jed's forehead. As I got closer I saw my father at the other end of it, calmly talking so low that I couldn't hear what he was telling Jed, who now held his hands up high above his head, as did Billy. I froze in place. Jed and Billy slowly turned around and got back into the pickup truck. I couldn't hear what they were saying to my father as they exited, but I saw Jed waving his fist at him so I knew it was something threatening. Jed threw it into reverse and kicked up stones as he pulled out. His tires spun and his truck fishtailed down the road.

Lucy pulled up and asked what was happening. I just shrugged and she slowly drove down behind me while I ran to the trailer. I pulled open the screen door and saw the shotgun propped up against the wall next to the tv. My father was pacing back and forth with a cigarette in his hand. Although I was sure that I knew what was going on, I had to ask.

"Daddy, what was that about?"

"Just those drunk bastards again. Lookin' for your brother's ex."

"Again? What do you mean 'again?' "

"They come by a coupla days ago too when you were in school, but this time I was ready for 'em. I told 'em she ain't been here in a coupla years but they dint believe me, so...I had to convince 'em."

He pointed toward the shotgun with his cigarette, and I could see his hand shaking. I glanced out and saw Lucy pulling in front of her trailer. She looked over at ours before heading inside. I was convinced that Jed and Billy had somehow learned that I was involved, either with Beth or with the damage to the truck, and my head was spinning. They were way too close to me now - and worse yet - to my family. For now I needed to find Beth before they did. I quickly changed into old jeans, before asking my father if I could take the car. By that time he was starting on his second six-pack of Old Milwaukee, so he was mellow enough that he just nodded and snaked his keys from his pocket, tossing them in my direction.

I made sure that the coast was clear and headed over to the Piggly Wiggly. I knew she wouldn't be there but I wanted to see if her co-workers would have any ideas as to where she was. When I reached the store, there was no sign of the truck, so I parked around the side and cautiously entered. The store was relatively empty and it was near closing time, so the three workers were lingering at the register and impatiently watching the clock. I approached them with a phony smile and asked if they knew were Beth was. With the worst poker-faces, each of them mumbled and shook their heads in harmony.

"No, we ain't seen her in a couple days," the older one said without making eye contact.

"It's pretty important that I find her. Are you sure you don't know where she is?"

It was clear that if they knew they weren't sharing it. I heard them chattering when I turned and left. Dusk was falling and it was a school night but it occurred to me that there was one place that she may have felt safe. I pulled out of the lot. In near-panic mode I drove way too fast toward the lake and our prior spot. When I reached the area, I sped by the hidden entrance and had to do a u-turn to get back. I felt an adrenaline rush as I drove down the trail and reached the signs. Turning left, it was nearly pitch black as I slowly drove toward the parking lot. When I finally reached it, I was disappointed to see that it was empty. I scanned the lot in the darkness, wondering where she could be. As I swung the car around to leave, I got a glimpse of a dark car partially obscured by overgrown bushes in the corner of the lot. I slowly drove closer to it and realized that it was the Crown Victoria, nearly hidden from view. My heart raced, and against my better judgement, I parked and slowly opened my car door, mentally kicking myself for leaving my brother's pocketknife at home. When I got closer I saw that the windows were rolled down. I dreaded the thought of what was inside. I quietly crept closer and peeked inside. There was no one in the front, but hidden under a blanket was a form on the back seat.

"Shit!" I swore under my breath, expecting the worst. I knocked on the side of the car. No movement. I tried the back door but it was locked, so I cautiously reached inside to unlock it. I knew I should have left to find help, but something compelled me to carry out my task. With the door open, I nudged the body under the blanket, but there was still no movement. With no working dome light in the car, it was almost pitch-black. I poked at the blanket one more time and shakily reached under it, making contact with hair. Was it Beth's? Still no movement. I tried to see in the darkness but I could barely make out my own hand in front of me. I slowly reached lower and to my relief, I felt a warm neck. As I touched her, she whimpered lightly and coughed, then wheezed.

"Destiny? Is that...you," she asked quietly, still curled in the fetal position and facing the back of the seat. She struggled to move, and I heard her labored breathing in the darkness.

"It's me. Are you...are you okay?"

"I dunno," she wheezed through deep breaths. "I think my ribs are broken, and I can't catch my breath. Did - did anyone see you coming here?"

"No, I don't think so. I mean, who would even know where this place is anyway?"

I tried to help her into a sitting position, but she was so frail that every place that I touched hurt her.

"I'm gonna get you to a hospital, and we need to call the police," I said, feeling my blood beginning to boil again.

"They'll kill me if we do that, you know that," she said, sniffling. "And I can't hide forever."

"Well, let's get you to the hospital and figure out the rest later, okay?"

She nodded, and I carefully propped her up, buckled her into the back seat and abandoned my car in the lot. The nearest hospital was probably twenty miles away, and I floored the gas pedal of the Crown Victoria, no longer able to control my rage. When we finally reached the hospital, I entered through the ER entrance and found someone to help. They gently lifted her out of the car and placed her on a gurney, then wheeled her in as I watched. I wasn't a smoker, but I really felt like I needed a cigarette. I gave the admissions clerk as much information as I could before phoning my brother to let him know where I was. I didn't know her number, so I asked him to call her family and he agreed. I desperately wanted to call the police, but I knew that was the job of the hospital or Beth herself, so against my better judgement, I didn't.