Judy Fwb

Everyone in this short story is 18+ it is based on my life and the names were changed but not the facts. I still have that dirty book 'What the neighbor saw'.

My Friend With Benefits.

I was thirty-five in 1991 and was moving into my first place in years since being alone without a roommate. It was not a wrong spot, but it was behind a dirty bookstore, and you could see the sign in lights saying Adult Books and Novelties lighting up the night sky. The landlord showed me the place in daylight and went by a side street, so I missed seeing the sign. My girlfriend comes over to check out the new home and to swap spit. You know, we were just Friends With Benefits. She stands six foot one to my six foot two, one hundred thirty-five pounds to my two hundred forty. We have blue eyes and light brown hair, often in ponytails.

We both have been into and out of therapy enough to know that what we were doing had nothing to do with love, but people have needs that don't require love. We both need what we do for each other; she even said she told her mom about me.

I can't take being tied up, and she can't be touched unless she looking at you first. You won't do that again unless you are into broken noses. Not going into detail about our trauma would change the story, so we will skip that and move on.

But I would call, or she would say, "Feeling up tonight." If yes, we will meet at her place or mine. We touched mostly the intimacy of sex, not so much intercourse or oral, but what would happen in between. What we had was between two consenting adults who needed human touch. Both of us were so messed up it was unlikely we ever find people who did not think we were not broken beyond repair. Judy called and came over to see my new place.

She says. "Novelties and dirty books, but what the fuck are Novelties?''

I had dirty books from the late 50s and early 60s. I found them in the trash at my Aunts house as I was cleaning up the workshop of her dead husband. I read them, and some pages stuck together, but Judy found them in my nightstand. When she started reading aloud, we both touched ourselves hard. Sometimes we would connect, but her reading out loud, I did not want to take the chance of getting hit by touching her. We both were on edge, and while the one come was OK, there was the feeling that one was not a fun number, but two or three sometimes was. But we both knew she could not take my finger inside her, and sometimes even her fingers she had an issue with.

Judy popped up and says. "You feel like ice cream? You got any? No, let's go get some.''

So she puts her dress back on but leaves her undies off and tells me. "Go commando. I love the shape of you.''

So we walk past the bookstore, and it looks like any Dirty bookstore walking by. So we went to the convenience store and got some ice cream bars. Judy is sitting on the curb, her legs spread, staying cool when a car of guys drives up, and she closes her legs before she gives them a show.

The guys look at us as they go inside. Judy is looking at me, giving the ice cream a Blow Job, and the guys come out with beer, and one guy walks by and grabs her shoulder. Judy is up channeling Bruce Fucking Lee She twists the guy's arm, and she kicks him in the nuts, then a roundhouse to the head. The guy is down and out for the count. His two friends step toward her. I stand up, and we both tower over them.

I say. "Take your trash with you; this will not end well for you guys.''

So they picked their friend up and left. You always saw Judy shake like a leaf after being touched but knocking that kid to the ground has given her something. You can see hell in her eyes, even in the way she stands. It's like sparks are going around her. As I hold my hand out, a spark jumps between us. She looks at me, giggles, and grabs my hands without her eyes open. I closed my eyes, too, because I felt she would hit me, but she did not. Instead, her eyes opened wide, and she looked at our hands.

She says, "Let's see what a dirty bookstore has that the 1960s books don't.''

We stepped into the smell of flowers coming from incense. The first breath is almost overpowering, but the second breath is calming. My juice/Adrenaline was pumped up, but I am starting to feel calmer. I looked at the counter lady; she was a goth freak with a spiked collar, Tats, and four handcuffs hanging off her clothes near her hands and feet.

I look at Judy, and I whisper. "I got to go; her handcuffs are making me sweat.''

Judy asks, "Do you mind my friend had a bad time with cuffs? Any chance you could take them off while we are in the store, please.''

The sales lady is in a voice that smokes a good deal. She says. "Bad time, yeah, she understands.''

With an easy flip of her head, she pulls her top off, and she's pieced with a sexy half bra (1990 pretty rare for then) and more than a handful full, and they got tats too.

She drops her jeans and has a G-string on, and says. "How's this? She looks at me and says, " Better close your mouth; you're going to catch a fly.''

I say. "I did not know nipples could fly, but I am willing to try."

Judy says. "Dan's got these great 1960s dirty paperbacks; what's new in today's smut?''

The goth girl's name was Mae, and she says. "VHS tapes you can watch fucking now, a boy on boy, girl on boy, Girl on girl, and a girl and a Dad.''

I learned that asking only if you really want to know is often better.

Mae says. "Books who reads, but we do have Penthouse letters, Hustler letters, and about six more she shows us."

I looked at the paperback books and called Mae and Judy to show them I had the duplicate titles. "Damn, do they make classic porn?''

I'm still amazed about Mae's naked butt in a g-string, and I see sparkles on her rosebud my first time seeing a butt plug.

I ask. "She tells me its a butt plug makes you feel full and gets you louse for butt stuff.''

Judy's eyes get that funny look, and she says. "We got lots of hangups and rules of things we do and can't do when you get off work. Would you like to join us?''

Well, Mae says. "She loves to, but her Lord and Master would have to be there to tie us up before we could play with her.''

We both jumped, not to say we jumped for joy at what we were asked to do.

We both blurted out and say. "Sorry, no, thank you.''

And Judy says. "That was the reason we had hangups.''

Judy went down the aisles picking stuff up she or I wanted to try. We split the bill 150 each; we got toys, lubes, a couple of girl-on-girl VHS tapes, and one that said horny coeds does Dallas. A few letters, magazines, and a couple of dirty books, and she sees a vibrator and a dildo that looks my size.

We go home, and Judy says something I never heard before.

Judy says. "Would I please hold me and read the letters to her while she tries the vibe.''

I had not done that before hell 1980; sex toys were a new market, not at all like it is today. That damn toy sounded like a Harley needed a tune, but Judy did not care. She looked happy like wet sounds were added to the Buzz in heaven. Wet sounds; she has never had wet sounds before, and she likes this.

I whispered. "Would you like me to do that for you, or may I play with your nipples?''

Judy's moaning now and says. "Yes to both.''

She is building up to a big one; her chest is turning red, and her breathing is speeding up and getting raggedy. I just move the vibe across her hood, and her wetness lets her lips spread out. I wonder if she likes a little of it inside her, but I never surprise Judy.

I said Judy look at me watching you. "May I let this go inside you?''

Judy lifts her hips, and it slides in, but now she has the ants in the pants and can't sit still. So I pull out the vibe but let her push it back in.

Sweat forms on her upper lip as she flat-out fucking the vibe in my hand. She stops breathing, arches her back, and opens her mouth, but no scream comes. Instead, I see her shake, starting in her legs and hips, then grasping for air, and a cry comes out at the end of her breath. No sooner did she scream, but she peed. Years later, I found it was not pee a water fountain's worth of juice comes out and soaks the bed and me. Wow, she not moving, but she is breathing.

I start to get up and let her sleep when she holds me tight, grasps for air, and says. "Fuck, that was a 100 on a 1 to 10 scale. Please hold me till I fall asleep.''

She had told me she never sleeps for more than a few hours at most.

Well, dawn rose, waking us. Judy was different; she stretched and says. "Hell, did you beat off after she fell asleep?"

I say. "I did not want to wake you.''

Judy says. "Let me go pee, wash up, and see if we can take care of that, Wood."

Judy makes a face. "You go take a shower too, you smell.''

I am washing off in the shower. The door opens, and Judy steps in. She is soaping me up, and my hardness is scary. She goes to her knees in the tub and takes me in her mouth, giving me my first Blow Job in five months. Well, I loved to say I did her face rough, and twenty minutes later, I blew my load, but the truth was maybe two or three minutes tops, and I tossed my toenails. I came so hard.

I asked her. "Please let me return the pleasure. We are running out of hot water. Let's take this back to the bed.''

Well, I ate her, licked her, then sucked her, and she came all three times. So then, I find myself in her mouth again, but she gets me hard, then stretches and flips her leg across mine.

Looking into my eyes pleading with me, she says. "She not had a hot hard cock in her in five years.''

I say. "Been eight years for me, but we don't have condoms.''

She says. "She safe right now.''

She not kidding about wanting my cock in her. I thought it was going in her asshole. It was so tight. I not going to last long, I guess, and she spins from side to side, and it's done a number on me, and I come, but she not even slowing. In fact, she is moving faster and moans and moans. Then she arches her back and screams, and again wetness is dripping out of her, my hard cock sounds like boots stuck in the mud, and that's how tight she is.

She looks at me, closes her eyes, and says. "Kiss me, baby, make us come.''

She has never closed her eyes as we kiss. Her fear made her eyes watch, never resting. I do. I kiss her; she bites me and calls my name. We lost the dance and had to start over again. You can feel both of us reaching for that top shelf and trying to find our rhythm again.

Judy says. "I don't believe your fucking me, and I did not kill you. Thank you! She said now let me make us come.''

A few minutes later, she does.

Fuck I came eight years worth. Judy is getting sleepy. I called to work sick and called Judy's mom to tell her she was sleeping. I refused to wake her, and I told her mom she made love to me and did not hit me once. We even slept in each other's arms. Her mom was crying when she hung up the phone.

We woke at noon. Judy stretches and says. "What the hell happened last night. Let's eat a Mexican breakfast and come back and do it again.''

Judy says. "Her mom will be so happy to hear how she made love and slept in my arms.''

I told you, I say. "I told her already she was crying happy tears.''

Her mom even let me stay overnight whenever we wanted a hot tub. Judy changed jobs and shot up in her field, and had a chance to move to London. She was at my wedding, and I was at hers. FWB could not have been a better match for the two survivors. Now all I need is love and romance. I'm damn sure a lucky man found that in my wife of eighteen years. I just wish she would stop telling everyone I trying to write erotica.