Friends With Benefits

“So,” I say, leaning on Ella Sue’s doorframe. “It’s been two weeks.”

She, lying on her bed with her legs splayed out, looks up from her phone at me with a coy smile on her face.

“Two weeks to the minute,” Ella Sue smiles at me, tapping her wrist. “You’re really that horny? Don’t you have things to do, like, I don’t know, talking to Mr. Samuel or something?”

“You know I can’t do that anymore,” I tell her, walking up to the edge of the bed. “He’s being watched so closely by Father now that he can’t even check his burner emails. It’s lucky that he even caught my original message about meeting Tiffany.”

“Well, here you are, hoping to get lucky again,” Ella Sue says.

I sit down on the edge of her bed, glancing over at her.

“Am I going to be?”

She places her hand on her chin and looks up at the sky, saying: “Mmmmm…. let me think about it.”

“Aw, come on,” I say, scooting over the bedsheets towards her. “It’s not that hard of a decision, is it?”

“You’re right! The answer’s no!” she cackles.

My expression falls.

“Seriously? Is something wrong?” I ask her.

Things had been going well since the day I broke the news to her. Over the last two weeks, we’ve grown closer, cooking meals for each other, staying up late to talk, and even an “accident” in the bathroom that I’m fairly sure was completely planned on her part. But maybe I was wrong, and all that Ella Sue wants to be with me is friends, plain and simple, nothing more to it.

“Nah,” she says, stretching her arms out. “Just not feeling it today. But who knows? Tomorrow is another day!”

“So they say,” I reply, and then she playfully shoves me off her bed.

“Now go away, I’m going to take a nap.”

I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. The morning fog in my head hasn’t cleared yet, and I’m not sure why I’m feeling like a million bucks, and then I notice with a start the bump under my sheets, and my fucking God… those lips around my cock are a Heaven-sent blessing.

“You’re an angel,” I murmur, and I hear Ella Sue giggling from under my sheets.

A few seconds later, she pokes her head out, stroking my cock with her hand.

“How’s that for a wake up call?” she asks, leaning up and giving me a light peck on the cheeks.

“Even Father doesn’t… actually, hold the thought, he probably does,” I groan, “but shit, if Sofia’s half as good at giving blowjobs as you…”

“Quit talking,” she says, giving me a hard kiss on the mouth to silence me. “Fuck me.”

I lean over the side of my bed to my drawer, trying to find my stash of condoms, but Ella Sue has a fresh packet at the ready. She rips it open, and then slowly rolls the rubber over my hard cock.

Fully awake now, I sit up and push her down onto the mattress, body haunched over hers.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I say, “withholding sex for so long.”

“You were the one who was being bad,” she protests, and then she squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a low moan as I enter her.

It takes work to thrust into her pussy, the lack of true foreplay making the sex rougher than it could be, but it only takes a couple of strokes and her rapid pants to make the ride smooth, her hot snatch receiving my length. I take my time fucking her, enjoying the sensation of her body writhing under mine.

“I was… ugh… supposed to be the one in control,” she moans.

“So what happened?” I ask, firmly pounding into her, the sound of my body slapping against her ass echoing through the room.

“You… fucker… mm…”

She starts to close her legs, her pussy tightening like a vise around my cock, until I find myself unable to push deeper into her.

“That’s right,” she gloats triumphantly at me, placing a hand on my chest.

She pushes on me lightly, and I fall back to the bed, seeing what she wants. My cock slides out of her pussy as she readjusts herself, and then she sinks down onto my cock, riding cowgirl, bouncing up and down my shaft.

“How do you have… such a nice… dick…” Ella Sue barely manages to say as she rides me for all she’s got.

“Trust issues aren’t the only thing my Father gave me,” I say, and that seems to turn her on even more, somehow.

Her loose pyjamas float through the air like a ballerina’s dress, her constant motion keeping it airborne, occasionally exposing a hint of her tits to me. I settle for keeping a pair of steadying hands at her waist, knowing my chance will come later.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” she says, looking down at me with wild lust, “how does it feel so good, oh god oh god…”

I make a slow grinding motion with my waist, fucking her as she rides me, bottoming her out just that much more, and then she starts to cum, shuddering all over my cock, her hands suddenly gripping my shirt so tightly that it threatens to rip. She rides out the orgasm, up and down, and then she laughs, a sound so clear and free.

“We should have done this yesterday,” she says to me, still breathless.

“We can make up for lost time,” I say.

She lets out a light yelp as I lift her up and off my cock.

“Oh fuck yes,” she says.

I push her down until she’s tummy-down prone on the bed, and then, after lining up carefully, slam into her, cock thrusting into her depth in a clean motion. No worries about lubrication now. I slap her asscheek with a casual motion, and then slap the other, pounding her hard with my cock all the while.

“Fuck you’re hot,” I mutter, her nubile body slick with a sheen of sweat.

“The girl who… who you end up with… she’s gonna be a lucky one,” Ella Sue says, turning around to give me a smile.

The comment takes me by surprise, and I freeze for a second, cock sandwiched between her asscheeks, and then I lean forwards, giving her a quick kiss, slowly pushing into her.

“And the guy who you end up with,” I say, grunting as I bottom out in her, “he’s gonna be a real lucky one too.”

She laughs, wiggling her ass at me, and I continue the fucking.

“But for now, I’m just happy that I’ve got you as a fuck-buddy,” Ella Sue moans.

I pound her fast, too distracted by the surge of hormones in my body, the upcoming orgasm, to respond to her comment. I unload, spraying my seed into the condom, wanting to stay inside her warmth, but I reluctantly begin to pull out.

“Fuck-buddies for life?” I say, holding up a hand.

“Fuck yeah,” she says, giving me the high-five.