Friends With Extra Benefits (12 page)

"How did you obtain these pictures?" Stanley
asked.

"Let's just say that one of Ms. Grayson's
neighbors is an active member of the neighborhood watch committee,
has a very expensive security system, isn't a big fan of Ms.
Grayson’s books, and really hates her neighbor’s landscaping
choices."

Jillian's jaw dropped. "What's wrong with my
landscaping?"

Opening his hands, Brian shot her an incredulous
look.

"Sorry," Jillian replied.

Stanley glanced at the photo for a moment before
pushing it away, embarrassed. All eyes returned to Brian and he
nervously scanned the faces at the table.

"Is that you in the photo, Mr. Nash?" Josh
asked.

Closing his eyes tight, Brian exhaled, paused
and then began, "We were locked out of the house, okay? And I was
walking, actually running, to Jillian's friend’s house to get the
key, and—"

"Do you often run around naked through the
neighborhood?"

"What? No, we... What? No, I…"

Josh grinned. "Wait, I have one more." He pulled
out another picture. This one was a close-up of frightened, tiny
male genitalia.

"Was it cold that night, Mr. Nash?" Letting the
picture fall from his hand, it slid across the table until Brian
slapped his hand down on top of it. Natalie let out a loud chuckle
as Brian stared down at the picture in horror.

Slowly, his angry glare traveled up to Josh's
face. "Cold... I'll show you how cold it..." Biting his lip, Brian
cut off that thought. It took everything he had to not dive across
the table and choke the life out of Natalie's weasel attorney.

Josh widened his eyes and pushed his chair away
from the table. Stanley put his hands up. "I object to this. There
is no way you are introducing these pictures at trial."

"We'll see what the judge has to say about
that," Josh announced.

"He can't show these in court, can he?" Brian
pleaded to Stanley.

"Don't worry about this. I'll take care of it,"
Stanley said.

Clearing his throat, Brian looked at the
stenographer. "Um, I'd just like to note for the record that I'm a
grower."

Stanley looked confused, and Jillian nodded
enthusiastically. "He really is."

The stenographer stared back like a deer in
headlights until Brian motioned with his finger for her to actually
record his comment. After she finally did, he nodded and almost
smiled in celebration of the small victory.

Stanley glared at Josh. "Do you have anything
else for Mr. Nash?"

"No, I think that just about does it."

Brian looked around the table, dizzied, before
he rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"Who's next, Mr. Roth?" Stanley asked.

"We'd like to depose Ms. Grayson now."

"Fine."

"And we’re going to need a lot of time," Josh
added.

Sighing, Jillian looked at Brian. He was staring
down at the picture of his shrunken manhood. She gave him a
sympathetic look. "Brian?"

When he didn't reply, she repeated, "Brian."

"What?"

"You can go home now, if you want. I'll get a
ride back with Stanley." Jillian glanced to Stanley, who returned a
supportive nod.

Rising slowly from his chair, still shell
shocked, Brian said, "Yeah, I think I'll go. Yeah. Okay."

Hours after sunset, when Stanley dropped Jillian
off at home, she found Brian in the great room with seven empty
beer bottles on the table and one in his hand. She gave him a
hesitant look. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah sure. I'm just fine," he shot back,
his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How was your deposition? Any
naked pictures of you, or—"

"It was a nightmare, but no pictures. I'm so
sorry about today."

Jillian slipped down next to him on the sofa.
After taking a big sip of beer, Brian motioned to the kitchen
counter. "Oh, and we made the local paper."

She cringed. "What's it say?"

"Just that I'm your unemployed, boy-toy, loser
husband. There is good news, though, along with some bad news."

Brian took another sip and looked her in the
eye, waiting.

Jillian grabbed his beer, finished it off, then
asked shyly, "Um, what's the good news?"

"The article doesn't feature a picture of my
shrunken penis."

Jillian nodded as if that were actually a
victory, albeit a small one. "And the bad news?"

"The story was picked up by CNN, USA Today…" He
ran his hand over his face and then added, "Oh, and we're trending
on Twitter. I've been getting text messages from friends all night
and, uh, I accidentally dropped my phone in the garbage
disposal."

"Wow."

"I'll need a new phone."

"Okay."

"And we'll need a new garbage disposal."

"Huh."

"Of course, you'll need to pay for both, because
I'm a big, giant, unemployed boy-toy loser."

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Jillian said,
"You're not a loser."

Rising up from the sofa, he headed to the
kitchen. Seconds later, he returned with another beer and glared at
her. "Why can't you just settle this lawsuit? Give her whatever she
wants. Shut her up before—"

"I can't."

"Great. So my little flaccid penis picture will
be displayed for the jury and then go viral on the Internet, and
maybe David Letterman can use it in one of his Top Ten Lists."

"Stanley assured me that the picture would never
be admitted into evidence."

"Great," Brian replied sarcastically. "But why
can’t you settle the lawsuit?"

"Because..."

"Because why?"

"It's great for book sales."

He stared at her, dumbfounded. After taking a
big gulp of beer, Brian glared at her. "Book sales."

"Look, I know everything is stressful right now.
I've been going crazy with the lawyers, and I’ve been a little
grumpy, but we'll—"

"Grumpy." He glared at her. "This has turned our
lives upside down. We don't have sex like we used to. I know we
still do it and all, but you used to like when I, you know..."

"What?" She narrowed her eyes.

"When I licked your pussy. The last three weeks,
you keep telling me you're ticklish down there, and you've been
stopping me after, like, one minute."

Jillian shook her head, defeated. "I’m sorry.
I've been in a rut."

"You used to beg me to lick you, and now..."

"I know. I just need some time."

After taking another gulp of beer, Brian frowned
at her before staring up at the ceiling. "How many times have we
had to cancel the Scottsdale trip? Like, three?"

Closing her eyes, Jillian let out a long, slow
breath. "I'm sorry."

"When are we going to go, huh?" Brian shot her a
frown.

"Soon, I promise."

"Soon. Great. How about next week?"

"I can't. I have meetings with the lawyers
starting tomorrow for the next few days, and then I leave for a
book tour."

"Well, just let me know when you want to go. God
knows my schedule is wide open."

Jillian looked at him, unable to find the
words.

He shrugged. "I'm going to bed."

She widened her eyes and gave him a hopeful
smile. "Brian?"

"Yeah."

"You want to lick my pussy tonight? I'll let you
do it as long as you want."

Narrowing his eyes at her, he scoffed then
walked out of the room without saying another word.

She slumped down on the sofa and shook her head.
After staring straight ahead for a moment, her eyes brightened. Her
jaw fell open, and she smiled and reached for her phone.

Jillian was up until two in the morning,
confirming strategy with her attorney, rearranging her schedule,
making reservations, and packing for the both of them. She set the
alarm for 10:00 a.m. and slipped into bed next to the snoring
Brian, almost too excited to sleep.

The next morning when the alarm blared, Brian
groaned and punched the snooze button. Springing from the bed,
Jillian smiled at him. "Get up."

"Why?"

"The car will be here in one hour."

"What car?"

"The car to take us to the airport." She climbed
in bed and straddled his hips. "Get up."

Fighting his way to consciousness, he glared up
at her face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"We're going to Scottsdale."

"What about your meetings and the book
tour?"

"It's all worked out. I've packed everything.
We're booked and ready to go."

"Really?" Brian's jaw dropped.

She gave him a bright smile. "And you can lick
my pussy all you want on this trip."

"Are you serious?"

"About the trip or the pussy licking?" she asked
with a grin.

"The trip."

"Yes."

"Great." He narrowed his eyes. "Are you also
serious about the pussy licking?"

She slipped off the bed, pushed down her panties
and replied, "I'm really serious about that. So serious that I need
to shave before we go. Now get your ass in the shower."

Grinning, Brian sprang from bed and rushed to
the bathroom. Jillian followed right behind.

During the ride to the airport, Jillian assured
Brian she would not mention the lawsuit during the trip, and she
told him she would return to her normal happy self immediately. She
promised to keep her legal distractions to a minimum and go back to
being his blissfully happy wife. That was exactly what he wanted to
hear.

About an hour into the flight, Jillian was
staring at the restroom in the front of the first-class section of
the plane. She was in the midst of a fantasy featuring their return
flight from St. Barts, when they joined the somewhat exclusive Mile
High Club. Brian was lazily looking out the window as Jillian
turned to him and eyed him up and down. She was wet and horny and
desperately wanted to screw her sexy husband in the bathroom again
but decided the danger was just too great. Doing it on a plane she
had paid to charter was one thing, but banging on a commercial
flight was quite another.

Brian turned to her and smiled. "I'm going to
read a little." He pulled out his Kindle and fired it up.

"Okay," she murmured, a little disappointed.

Jillian glanced across the aisle at a woman who
was sleeping under a blanket, and an idea hit her. She grinned.
"Are you cold?"

"Uh, no. Not really."

"I think I'm going to get a blanket."

He nodded and went back to his book as Jillian
located a flight attendant. After the plush blanket was delivered,
Jillian covered her lap, lifted up the armrest between them, and
leaned toward Brian. "You mind if I sleep on your shoulder?"

He shook his head and smiled at her.

"You sure you're not cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

Closing her eyes, Jillian leaned her head up
against his shoulder. Her hand slid down to his bare knee, just
below the leg hole of his shorts, and she slowly swirled a finger
around his inner thigh. Electricity shot through his body, and his
brain quickly sent blood down to that general area.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to tell
her to wait until they were in the hotel, but as Jillian's finger
slipped into the leg hole, and she drew little circles over the
soft hair on his legs, he instead closed his eyes in order to
simply enjoy her touch. Brian glanced nervously around the cabin
and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized no one was watching
them. He placed his Kindle in his carry-on bag and smiled.

Jillian stretched up to his ear. "Are you sure
you aren't cold at all... not even maybe your lap?"

"Why, yes, I am a little cold down there."

She grinned and covered his important parts with
the blanket. She glanced over to check if they were being watched,
smiled, and returned her head to Brian's shoulder. Moving her hand
up to his penis, she felt that it was already nearly hard and let
out a long, sexy sigh. Jillian heard rustling in the cabin and
quickly pulled her hand from him. A flight attendant rushed by as
they both held their breath.

When the coast was clear again, he whispered,
"Okay, she's gone."

Jillian returned her hand to his groin. He
exhaled softly as she squeezed his bulge carefully through his
shorts.

"Oh," he moaned softly.

With her eyes rolling back in her head she
squeezed him more firmly.

"Ouch," he whispered.

"Sorry."

"It's just all squished up in there."

She grinned. "I'll fix that."

Jillian worked one leg of his baggy shorts up
his thigh slowly as Brian stared out the window, fighting to not
give anything away. He curled his lips as she slipped her fingers
through the leg hole and stroked his manhood as it fought to break
free from his boxer briefs. Jillian gasped when she felt how hard
he was. God, she wanted him in her mouth! She desperately wanted to
taste him, to lick every inch of him, but this would just have to
do.

Sliding two fingers through the leg hole of his
briefs, she took hold of him and carefully pulled until his penis
slipped through the open leg hole of his shorts. Brian groaned
softly, "Oh, man."

His cock now two-thirds exposed, it lengthened
further down his leg as Jillian wrapped her fingers around it and
slowly began pumping it.

Brian glanced once more around the cabin as
Jillian lost herself in her task.

She leaned in and whispered, "You're so hard...
and slick."

"Uh-huh."

Jillian moved her fingers over him as Brian
slipped his hand into her lap. She whispered, "No, just let me take
care of you."

He squeezed the armrest with a white-knuckle
grip as he shut his eyes tight and gripped her knee with his other
hand.

She kept moving her hand over him, as his
breathing became more and more labored. She knew he was close and
opened her eyes in search of something to contain his impending
explosion. Grabbing a napkin with her free hand, she slipped it
under the blanket over his head as she stroked him faster and
faster. Brian pushed back against his chair as he lifted his ass
off the seat a half-inch. He brought his hand to his mouth and
covered it just as he exploded.