Hardcore

Keywords: 4, with, Benefits, Ch., Friend,

The weeks following my 24 hours with Jeff swirled around me. All sorts of crazy thoughts were running through my mind as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Friday evening had started as two friends, relaxing after a long week with a bar-b-que and a few drinks. By Saturday night, I had been forcefully taken, made to give a blowjob and publicly exposed in a car, tied and ordered to fuck myself while pictures were being taken, and orgasming in a way I had never imagined - only to find my friend hundreds of miles away by Sunday night. Was Jeff still a friend? ...a friend with benefits?

Physically, the bruise to my breast faded. The swelling of my pussy took longer to heal and I felt the effects of a pounded cervix for at least a week. The mental part wasn't as quick to find a cure.

Jeff had called from the airport on his stop-over, a fast chatty call, letting me know he was on his way, had packed hastily, was a bit worried he had forgotten something, and more than a bit nervous. The only reference to the prior couple of days was just as the call was ending.

"Are you still OK?" he questioned.

"Yes," was all I could answer. I still didn't know what to make of everything.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Bye!" he said quickly before he hung up.

Two nights later, I found the following in my email. "No phone yet but I have computer access in the dorm. Things are busy. Football practice most of the day but I had to take time away from that to get registered for school and classes. I haven't even had time to unpack or think about being homesick. I miss you and wish you were here to talk to tho. And other things : ) Expect phone by end of week. I will call you then. If things settle down, I'll try to catch you online."

I answered his note, in friend mode, making no reference to what had transpired between us sexually. The next night he sent a cyber I-miss-you card. I emailed a thank you. During the days, I tried to forget about what had happened or at least not concentrate on it. Work inadvertently helped by being busier and more hectic than ever. I went in early and stayed late, throwing myself into what was going on at my job. I came home exhausted and only when I went to bed, allowed myself the luxury of remembering Jeff's kisses, caresses, and the orgasms. As tired as I was, I wasn't sleeping well, often dreaming about Jeff. Sometimes they were nightmares, filled with the fear he had provoked when he ravaged me in the backyard. Other times, I had dreams of the soft kisses and the overpowering orgasms he gave me. My subconscious was rocked between the two extremes, just like my waking thoughts.

Friday night I was up late and got on the computer. I was catching up on email I had neglected, when a message popped up and my heart thudded. "Glad to see you on. Whatcha doing up so late?" Jeff had keyed. I told him I couldn't sleep and was glad to see him too. We talked for over two hours, mostly about how his life had changed in the past week. He told me about his roommate and football practice, complained about the food, described the courses he had signed up for and sent me his football schedule. It seemed obvious our friendship remained intact, as I described my week at work and realized just how much I had missed our nightly chats. By the time he was ready to log off, I felt much more at ease with what had happened, even if we hadn't mentioned it. Then he sent me one of the pictures he had taken with the digital camera. It showed me lying on the bed, hands bound with pantyhose, the dildo inside me. I was oblivious to the camera, eyes shut, but it was easy to see I was enjoying myself.

"thank you," the next message read. I stared in shock at the picture. And Jeff logged off,

Sunday morning at 4am the phone rang. Groggily I answered it, to find Jeff on the other end. The football players had done the male-bonding thing at the bars Saturday night. Jeff wasn't drunk, but I could tell he had been drinking.

"I wanted to talk to you," was his rationale for calling so late.

"Oh," was my best response.

"I was thinking about last weekend," Jeff explained.

"Oh," I exclaimed, warily.

"I know you enjoyed it," he teased. I didn't answer him. "I bet you've been fantasizing about it all week, haven't you?" he continued. I didn't know what to say. "Come on, babe," he implored. "I know I've thought about it........a lot."

"I've thought about it," I admitted.

"I want you to think about it now," Jeff stated. "Reach in your drawer and get that vibrator out."

"What?" I questioned. "Are you suggesting phone sex? " I had never done anything like that before.

"Yes and don't tell me no. Just get the vibrator," he replied.

"Jeff," I implored, but he cut me off before I could say anything else.

"Hey - I know you did all sorts of stuff you thought were weird last weekend and I know you enjoyed it. Get the vibrator," he commanded.

As I reached for the drawer, unable to understand why I was doing this, his voice whispered "You have no idea how hard I get when I think about you. I have your pictures on the computer....looking at one right now," he continued. "Turn the vibrator on. I want to hear it." The buzz filled my room. "You wearing a nightgown?" he asked.

"Yes," was all I could answer.

"Take it off," he ordered. In a daze, I sat up and pulled the nightgown over my head. "Are your nipples hard?" he asked.

"Sort of," I responded.

"Lay down and spread your legs. I have a picture here of you like that. Put the vibrator on your clit," he instructed. I gasped and heard him chuckle. "Lay the phone on the pillow by your head and take your other hand. Play with your nipples. I'm gonna have to get a pic of you doing that."

As Jeff quietly described what he wanted me to do, I did it. And slowly, I felt myself becoming aroused. My breathing became more rapid and an occasional gasp interrupted his instructions. In spite of myself, I was turned on by both his words and the thought that he was equally aroused. A moan escaped me.

"I'll cum when you do, but you have to tell me when," he ordered. Only heavy breathing and my moans answered him. I could tell by his voice that he was close to cumming too.

"Think of me deep inside you, of how it felt," were the last words he said before I screamed "AHHHH Jeff" into the phone as the orgasm overtook me. I heard him groan at the other end. After a few minutes, I had collected myself and my breathing was once again fairly regular.

"Jeff?" I whispered.

"I'm here, but it's time for you to go back to sleep now. I'll talk to you soon. Dream of me," he crooned and then hung up. My mind was more confused than ever as I drifted back off to sleep.

In the weeks that followed, we seemed to establish a pattern. If his schedule left him too busy or exhausted to chat online, he'd drop me an email. We rarely discussed the sex and it was almost awkward when we did. He called a couple times a week, often after I had gone to bed. Only one more time did we end up having phone sex. Occasionally, work would send me off for a few days and I would try to call him from wherever I was, rarely catching him, but always leaving a message. After a four day trip, I came home to find an email with pics of Jeff attached; some in his football uniform; some of his dorm room and the campus; and two of him nude. One showed his tanned, muscular body, all six foot plus of it. The other was a close-up of his hard cock. The only message was "I thought you might like these". I didn't respond to the message, but carefully filed the pictures away on my hard-drive with a copy on diskette. It had become evident our friendship was just as strong, that we needed each other to talk to, maybe more than before he went away. I refused to initiate any sexual discussion but I didn't ask him to stop when he did. It was rare that the subject was even brought up. It amazed me that I let him take total control of that aspect of our relationship and I struggled with that. But as it was rarely discussed, sex became a quiet under current in our relationship - something that had happened and certainly had changed me, but not a viable part of it anymore.

I knew he wouldn't be home before Christmas. Football seemed to go on forever. He was playing varsity and his team was winning. I wondered what would happen over the holiday, but put those thoughts from my mind, as the time and distance increased.

Then work intervened. I was told I was going to visit a client about half an hour away from Jeff. As usual, work didn't give me more than a few days notice. I was to fly in late Sunday night for meetings on Monday and Tuesday morning. I had to be back at work Wednesday. I emailed Jeff with my itinerary but told him I wasn't going to have time to see him. I would call him. His only response was "wait and see : ) ".

Arriving at the airport late Sunday, I was tired and nervous. I still had a lot of preparation for the meeting Monday morning and had felt pressured to get everything in place. After grabbing my luggage and getting the rental car, it was after midnight before I checked into the hotel. I decided not to call Jeff that late. I was pleasantly surprised to find there was a message from him waiting for me when I got to my room. "Welcome to town," he had recorded. "I'll talk to you soon."

Monday went by in a blur, meetings, dinner with the clients, etc. Returning to my room, exhausted at 10pm, there was a message waiting for me from Jeff. "Hope your meetings went well. I know how tired and stressed you must be. I won't be back till late, so don't worry about calling me - go to bed and get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I took his advice and after a hot shower, was in bed by 11.

Tuesday I was up early, packed, and checked out. My meetings ran until 11am. Then I headed back to the airport, got rid of the rental car, and went to check in for my flight. I was early, really early, but planned on grabbing lunch and trying to call Jeff after I checked in.

Keywords: 4, with, Benefits, Ch., Friend,

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