3 Friends With Benefits
Ray kinda lives alone. His parents are rich and are constantly traveling for work, so most of the time he gets up at noon and eats Talkis and Blue Bell brand Ice cream for dinner. We've been friends since we were young, and honestly, nothing more. It was in 9th grade when the whole sex friend thing began~ we kinda just decided to get the whole 'loss of virginity thing' over with and we've been fucking since then. This isn't some romance novel of how friends with benefits turn into more~ both of us have no intention of being in a relationship with anyone, especially each other. We still stay up late watching horror films, throwing eggs at his family photos, talking about that hot kid that we want to get with, and making waffles. The only thing that's really changed is what we do after waffles. Reaching his door, I don't knock, cause I know he leaves it unlocked for me. I walk in and throw my jacket on the couch. Hearing the shower running I wander towards the back of the house, kicking my shoes off on the way. By the time I get to the shower, the tears won't stop. Silently streaming down my face, I get desperate for another body beside me, inhaling my scent of cigarette smoke and desperation. I walk into the bathroom silently, then sink down onto the toilet seat.
"Caeti is that you?" I sniffle in response and nod my head yes, even though he can't see me. I get up and start to pull off my layers of clothing.
"What's up baby girl? Why are you crying?" he pokes his head out and looks me up and down as I strip. I speak slowly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Patience was cooking with oregano." His eyes melt into mine. Even though we found my mom in the living room 3 years ago, even though she wished me Happy Birthday in a suicide note 3 years ago, even though it all happened 3 years ago, I'm still in so much pain. Ray's the only one that hasn't told me to much time has gone on to be drowning in that pain.
"I know how much your Mommy loved that stuff. Whenever I went over for dinner you and your sister would complain about how much she overused that spice." He grabs my bare shoulder blades and pulls me into the shower with him. I swing around to his backside so my breasts are pressed into his back and my arms are clasped around his hips. My finder tips are brushing his V-line and I can hear his breath getting more ragged. I melt into his body, letting myself be enveloped in his warmth. I feel him try to turn around, unable to suppress his sex drive. Tightening my grip around him my tears start to fade away. I'd usually be smirking in this sort of situation, but right now I just want his warmth. He tugs on my hand slightly and I can tell he's getting more and more desperate. I loosen my grip and allow him to scoop me out of the shower and lay me in his bed. He reaches into his nightstand drawer, pulls out a familiar little package that he tears open with his teeth. Reaching down he tugs the condom on. Leaning into me he slowly pushes in as I reach up and grab his shoulders. The room fills with our breath and the want of having a warm body next to me slowly fades away.
