Friends With Extra Benefits (14 page)

Rob guzzled the rest of his beer before he led
Bridget into the building and directed her down the long corridor
to the party room. As he walked behind her, he stared at her ass
the whole time. That last beer was really taking its toll and
putting his libido in high gear. All he could think of was having
sex with her on that chair, in the steam room, in his apartment, in
the pool, hell anywhere would do just fine. Once they reached the
door, Bridget watched closely as Rob keyed the code into the button
lock.

Inside the party room, Rob gave her a tour of
the kitchen, the bar, and the main lounge area. As they stood by
the large black chaise lounge chair, her eyes wandered to the other
large steel door with its identical push button lock.

She asked, "So what's behind that door?"

"There's a big safe back there. More like a bank
vault. I think Carl keeps some of the company's assets in
there."

She stared at him, intrigued. "Have you been in
it?"

"No, but I did see inside once when I was down
here with Carl."

"Do you have the code for that door?"

"No." Rob moved closer to her. She glanced up at
him in surprise. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in
for a kiss. Bridget kissed him back until it grew more
passionate.

She pulled away. "I just got out of long-term
relationship, and I—"

"Sorry..." Rob backed away a few steps and
rubbed his hands over his face. "No, it's my fault. I thought you,
um, we were..."

Bridget gave him an apologetic look. "Rob, I
really like you, but I just need to take it slow."

He nodded. "I understand. So, do you want me to
walk you out?"

"No, I think I'd rather go up to your apartment
and have another drink. Unless you're tired, or something."

"No. Sure let's go." Rob smiled as he turned and
headed for the door. Bridget glanced back for one last look at the
door in front of the vault.

After two more beers each, in Rob's apartment,
Rob was pretty hammered. Sitting next to him on the sofa, Bridget
gave him a smile. "I think I'm going to go."

She stood, wobbled a little bit, and then
tumbled back into the cushion. "Wow, sorry. I don’t think I should
drive home."

"You can sleep here if you want. You can have my
bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Really, you don’t mind?"

"No."

"I'll stay, but I don't want to kick you out of
your bed. I'll sleep out here."

Rob set her up with one of his t-shirts,
supplied bedding for the sofa, and then climbed into his bed.
Bridget waited on the sofa under the covers while she stared at the
ceiling. Two minutes after she heard the light snoring begin, she
snuck into Rob's room to confirm his condition. His chest and
shoulders were uncovered as he lay there peacefully sleeping. She
paused a moment to admire his bulky masculine frame before sighing
and then heading back to the living room. Bridget quickly put on
her clothes and slipped out the door, making sure to leave it
unlocked.

She took the elevator down to the bottom level
and made her way to the party room. There, she stood outside the
door and glanced down both sides of the corridor. Just as she
reached for the doorknob, Carl Rodgers appeared at the end of the
hall.

Pulling her hand from the knob, Bridget stared
at Carl, confused, as he walked toward her. She shook her head and
gave him a ditzy look. "I'm so lost. Is this the gym?"

Carl wore a smug smile. "No, but I can show you
where it is."

"Thanks. Rob gave me a tour earlier, but I got
all turned around." She put on an airheaded look with her hands
raised.

Carl's face lit up. "You're Rob's
girlfriend?"

"We're just friends."

"Oh, I thought, uh..." Carl began as his eyes
shot down to her breasts for a long time before returning to her
face. "It's kind of late for a workout."

Bridget stammered, "I, uh, couldn't sleep and
just thought I would walk on the treadmill or something."

"It's right this way."

Bridget followed Carl as he led her to the gym.
Once inside, she climbed on the treadmill and began to walk slowly.
She felt Carl staring at her with a look that screamed I want to
kill you or rape you, or possibly both.

He said, "You know what's really good for
insomnia?" She widened her eyes, and he added, "A steam."

"You have a steam room? That sounds—"

"It's unisex," he interrupted.

She stared at him for a moment trying to not
appear completely creeped out. "Oh, I didn’t bring my suit."

Moving toward her, Carl put his hands on the
rail of the treadmill. "It's also clothing optional."

She nearly lost her balance. Carl grabbed her
arm to steady her. She looked at him, a little shocked, and hit the
button to stop the belt. "I, uh... I break out in hives in a steam
room."

"That’s a shame." Carl kept hold of her arm.

Glancing down at his hand, she grimaced. He
rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away.

Bridget stepped off the treadmill. "I think I'm
just going to try to sleep now. I feel tired now."

"Okay, then."

They stood staring at each other for a moment.
Bridget painted on a fake smile. "Thanks for helping me find the
gym."

Carl nodded and stared at her as she backed away
slowly and then slipped out the door. She rushed down the hall with
her heart beating out of her chest and slipped quietly back into
Rob's apartment and onto the sofa. Rob never knew she was gone.

The next morning, Rob stood in the living room
staring at Bridget as she slept. He was shirtless and wearing a
pair of gym shorts. Wearing only his t-shirt and panties with one
of her shapely legs sticking out from under the sheet, she looked
amazing. He took a deep breath, stole one more glance, knelt down
next to her and then gently touched her shoulder. "Bridget."

She flipped over quickly, cried out, and stared
up at him, terrified.

Rob moved back. "Sorry."

Glancing around the room nervously, she caught
her breath and then looked back at him. "No, I, uh, was just having
a bad dream."

He raised his eyebrows. "You should have slept
with me then."

After giving him a chuckle, she said. "Thanks
again for letting me stay over."

"Any time. You want to get some breakfast?"

"What time is it?"

"A few minutes after eight."

She shook off the cobwebs as Rob leaned in
closer to her. She could feel the heat boiling up between them.
Bridget's eyes traveled up from his large pecs to his broad
shoulders. She breathed in deeply and was dizzied a bit by his
scent; it was clean, yet manly. They looked into each other's
eyes.

She began, "I, should really get going. I
have..."

He moved his lips to hers, and they shared a
gentle kiss. He pulled up and smiled at her. Exhaling deeply, she
lifted back up to reach his lips. Rob came down to meet her, and
they shared a long, passionate kiss. Her hands wandered all over
his muscular back as he slipped a hand under her t-shirt. She
moaned as he began squeezing her full breasts and sucking at the
flesh on her neck.

Bridget put her hand on his knee. After lifting
her shirt over her breast, he brought his mouth down to her nipple.
As he sucked it into his mouth, her eyes rolled back in her
head.

"Oh, Rob."

Rob moved to the other breast as her hand
wandered up his thigh to the bulge in his shorts. When her hand
reached his nearly hard penis, Rob feverishly bit down hard on her
nipple.

"Ouch!"

He pulled away from her. "Oh, sorry."

"It's okay."

Sliding up on the sofa, Bridget took a deep,
calming breath. Her glance traveled down to his large bulge. She
ran her tongue around her lips with her eyes still locked on it.
God, she wanted him, but she needed to stick with the plan.

Rob grinned and began lowering his mouth back to
her chest. She grabbed his head with both hands. "Sorry, I really
should go."

"Really?"

He leaned back as she pulled her shirt down and
then curled her legs up to her chest. "Yes. I can’t do this. I'm
not ready."

He sat next to her and stared straight ahead for
a moment before glancing back at her and noticing she was staring
right down at his lap. He followed her eyes, noticed his excited
condition, and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover up. They shared a
smile.

Bridget tore her eyes from the pillow. "Sorry
about getting you all, uh..."

"Don't worry about it."

"I just don’t want to rush into anything. I
really like you, but I've always had bad luck when I let things get
physical too soon."

"You're right. We should take it down a notch."
He shook his head in unenthusiastic agreement.

She painted on a tentative smile. "Not that it
wouldn't be amazing. I think it would totally be amazing."

"Oh, definitely."

"But I need to get to work."

He nodded as Bridget stood and quickly grabbed
her shorts. Rob stared at her tight ass while she put them on.

After slipping on her shoes, she smiled at
him.

Rob asked, "Do you want to do something
later?"

She gave him a sorrowful look. "I can't. I've
got to work late and I've got this big project going on at work.
I'll be buried in it up until Christmas. Then I need to go home for
the holidays…" She rolled her eyes. "But can I call you when I get
back on January third?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He stood and dropped the
pillow to the sofa now that the swelling had been mostly reduced.
"I have a lot going on at work this week myself, so..."

"Okay, good."

Bridget picked up her purse, and he followed her
to the door. She turned back quickly and knocked into him. They
shared an awkward grin as she once again drank in his scent.

"I, uh..." she began, and Rob moved his lips to
hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Bridget pressed her body
to his. She felt his excitement rising up again and could sense her
own body begging for his touch.

She pulled away and tried to catch her breath.
"Wow... When I get back, uh, let's definitely do something."

He nodded quickly. "Something."

They stood for a moment, just staring at one
another.

"Bye," she said, and then she opened the door
and slipped into the hall.

Bridget took a deep breath and leaned against
the wall as he did the same on the other side of it. Glancing down
at his groin, Rob decided he needed to relieve the pressure... and
as soon as possible. He rushed toward the bathroom, as Bridget
remained slumped against the wall, still struggling to catch her
breath.

Just before Christmas, with the trial only a few
short weeks away, the once again happy newly married couple planned
a spur-of-the-moment ski getaway. Badly needing a break from all of
it, Jillian was looking forward to a relaxing weekend away with a
few close friends.

Brian, Jillian, Victoria, and Lisa drove
together to Gatlinburg, Tennessee, the location of the only ski
resort in the southeast. Two other couples, along with Eric, whom
Lisa had met at Jillian and Brian's wedding, were also on their way
to meet them at the five-bedroom house they rented for the weekend.
Eric was still recovering from his recent breakup with Annette, and
after Brian's begging wore him down, he finally agreed to go. The
plea came from Jillian through Victoria on behalf of Lisa, but
Brian could not disclose any of that. He made up some story about
how much fun it was going to be and also included a joking
reference to Eric owing him one, since Eric broke his CD player
during their freshman year at college.

Gatlinburg was a thirteen-hour drive from Miami,
but Victoria's doctor had given her the approval to make the trip
as long as she stayed off the slopes. Victoria loved to ski and had
fond memories of a trip she took the previous year to this same
resort. She was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to ski but
wanted to go for two reasons: first, to celebrate her successful
completion of the Master's program, and second and most
importantly, to help Lisa finally lose her virginity.

Everyone settled in at the house just after 7:00
p.m., and Brian went to town to pickup dinner. Victoria was sitting
on the bed, waiting for Lisa to model a sexy outfit she had picked
out for her to wear that night.

Lisa slipped out of the bathroom, wearing jeans
and a tight pink sweater, which was unbuttoned just enough to put
Lisa's push-up bra-enhanced cleavage on full display.

"Now that looks good." Victoria said. "Let me
see the back." Lisa turned, and Victoria gave her a wide smile.
"Your ass looks spectacular."

Craning her neck to get a look, Lisa replied,
"You think?"

"I'd be surprised if Eric doesn’t get hard the
minute he sees you."

"I hope." Lisa stared at her reflection in the
full-length mirror.

"Now remember to avoid all political
discussions."

"Okay. Sure."

"Alright, let's get out there." Victoria said.
As she stood, she clutched her belly with a grimace. "Ouch."

Moving quickly, Lisa took hold of her arm. "Are
you okay?"

"The baby must be kicking my bladder again. I
need to pee, like, every ten minutes."

Lisa guided her to the bathroom. "I'll wait for
you."

"No, get out there and show him your ass. I'll
be two minutes."

In the dinning room, a huge selection of wings,
ribs, and corn on the cob were spread out before the group. When
Victoria entered the room, she instantly spotted Lisa gnawing on a
chicken wing. She looked at Lisa in shock and then glanced at Eric
to find him staring at the spectacle as well.

Lisa was slurping and sucking the meat off the
bone with expert precision, as Eric looked on, slightly
horrified.