I Found a Perfect Friendship With Benefits
By: Claire Lowe
Tags: Erotica, Fiction, Short Story, Sexuality, Sex

I Found a Perfect Friendship With Benefits

It’s the best relationship I ever had.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

It was a regular Friday night when I felt it again.

The familiar loneliness that showed up more frequently than I’d like. It usually happened at night, when I’m relaxing after cooking a meal for myself and opening a bottle of wine.

Don’t get me wrong: I love to be independent. I wouldn’t let it go for the world. Besides, I don’t consider myself lonely — on the contrary, I have a loving family and multiple friends who hang out with me all the time.

But recently, I concluded that I was not girlfriend-material.

My job took most of my time. I had just graduated from University and found a position at a big tech company in the marketing department. It was a dream come true.

The problem is that none of my previous attempts at dating worked well. I would always be late, stressed, or working over hours. Sometimes I’d be too tired to go out and meet new people.

Everything changed when Jack entered my life.

We were in the same group of friends for years, but never particularly close. He was super attractive: large chest, muscular arms, green eyes, and a stunning smile.

I had never romantically looked at him. But one night, we were partying, and we made out. From that moment on, things evolved quickly. After a few months, we became friends with benefits.

It was a perfect partnership.

We helped each other with our needs without demanding too much. Of course, it was a friendship, so we’d talk, cuddle, and watch movies. The one rule was: don’t get attached.

So on that lonely Friday night, I picked up the phone and called Jack.

My pussy got immediately wet with the sound of his voice. Twenty minutes later, and the doorbell rang. We finished one bottle of red wine while having a fun conversation about the previous week.

Eventually, he leaned in and kissed me gently. His lips felt soft on mine, and his tongue already knew every inch of my mouth. I kissed back, taking my time — there was no need to hurry.

He involved me with his arms in a caring gesture. At that moment, I felt extremely relaxed. Even though we were not in love, I knew I could trust him. We kissed on the couch for a while until I unzipped his jeans.

He smiled when he realized where I was going. My hand made its way to remove his underwear. Now, his perfect cock was exposed. It wasn’t necessarily large, but it was bigger than average. And I knew it could deliver the job.

My fingers involved his cock as I masturbated him, my hand going up and down.

Jack moaned in my ear as his breath got heavier. Suddenly, he made me stop. With precise movements, Jack slowly started to undress me. Kissing my entire body, he removed everything.

Jack sat on the couch, his cock extremely hard. “Sit on me.”

I obeyed like a good girl. With one leg on each side of his body, I grabbed his penis and put it in my entrance. I went up and down, slowly at first. His cock filled me, and I moaned in pleasure.

It was a familiar feeling, and yet, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack kissed my boobs passionately, and it made me even wetter. He grabbed my hips to make my movements more stable. I used his shoulders as support while slowly losing control.

But I knew I couldn’t hold that position for much longer. I had neglected exercises for months, and my legs felt exhausted in minutes.

“Jack, I’m tired.” I said, breathing heavily.

“Can you stay in your fours?” I knew that was his favorite position.

The next minute, he was grabbing my hair and fucking me hard doggy-style. That new position allowed him to reach me even deeper, and the pleasure was tremendous.

He slapped my ass gently as he fucked me hard.

The excitement was slowly taking over my body. Doggy was becoming my favorite too. I could tell my orgasm was close — and I decided not to hold back. I came with a scream of pleasure, shivers running through my body.

Jack noticed it but kept going. His hips were moving faster, almost instinctively. He came without warning, his cum mixing up with my juices.

We laid on the couch for a few minutes, breathing heavily, our bodies completely sweaty. My pussy was still pulsating with pleasure. Jack wrapped his arms around me, so we cuddled for a while to recover the energy.

Some minutes later, we kissed goodbye, and he left. There were no worries about him calling the next day, cheating, or using me. It was merely a good night of sex and an honest friendship.

It was the perfect friendship with benefits.