Friends With More Benefits (6 page)

Jillian nodded like a frightened child. "I
understand. Again, I'm so sorry."

"You haven't told Brian have you?"

"No, I swear."

"I believe you. Now, I want you to go. I need to
be alone."

"Sure, I'll…" Jillian said as she got up and
rushed to the door. She looked back. "Is there anything I can do?
Should I talk to John and apol—"

She shut up when Victoria glared at her. "If you
see John or Mary, you run away. Don't speak to them because you
obviously cannot be trusted.

"Okay."

"Tell no one."

"I won't mention it again."

Jillian walked out and closed the door. Victoria
skipped back to bed, slipped under the covers, and burst into
laugher. She felt guilty, but it was the most fun she'd had in
months. Okay, so her life was pretty boring now—mainly because she
wasn't having any sex.

The next Monday, Victoria began the fall
semester at the U. She was incredibly horny and walking on a campus
full of attractive men was not helping her situation at all.
Luckily her classes featured mostly women and had only a few not
terribly attractive guys. The workload was heavy, but she found it
pretty easy to focus with no man in her life.

Brian kept himself busy at work and also spent a
lot of time trying to come up with the perfect gift to give to
Jillian as a wedding present. His job at the bank was thoroughly
boring, and he found himself craving some form of creative outlet.
When he was younger he had excelled in art. He could draw
competently and also had some experience with watercolors. He had
never been great at drawing the human body, but all the times he
spent studying Jillian's perfect body made him long to improve. He
signed up for a night class at the community college without
telling Jillian and told her he was working late on the nights he
had class.

It was an intermediate class in drawing the
human form, and his goal was to complete a drawing of Jillian and
to give it to her on their wedding night. The class met twice a
week and on the first night the students drew a female nude with
charcoal from a large video screen of an image of a live model.

At the second class, Brian sat at his station,
along with the twelve other students, and waited. A young man in a
robe entered the room, approached the chair, slipped the robe off,
and sat on the stool completely nude. He was a shower—that was the
first thing Brian noticed. The three male students, including
Brian, sighed as the nine female students widened their eyes in
anticipation. Brian reluctantly drew the man, focusing on all the
parts except his junk until near the end of the class, when he made
a halfhearted, smaller-than-scale drawing of the man's parts.

On the third night of class, the same nude male
model sat on the same stool, but this time the video camera was on
and focused directly on his penis. The large television screen
displayed it in extreme close-up detail. It appeared to be about
two feet long. The assignment was to draw it in exquisite detail.
Brian once again sighed and had no choice but to give it his
all.

When he returned home late that night, Jillian
still didn’t suspect that anything was out of the ordinary. On
nights he was class, Brian would leave extra early and work through
lunch. That night as he attempted to fall asleep, he found it
difficult to get the image of the giant member out of his mind. He
and Jillian had just had sex and she was sleeping naked. When Brian
woke that next morning he found her resting in a beautiful pose and
stared for a few moments. Then an idea hit him, he ran outside
wearing only boxers, rushed to the car then grabbed his drawing pad
and supplies.

Back in the bedroom, he found Jillian still in
the same position laying on her side sleeping soundly with her hand
lying gently under her beautiful face with her gorgeous breasts in
a perfect position. Brian carefully slid the covers off her a
little more to expose the rounded curve of her hips then sat down
to sketch. He worked quickly and made some progress sketching her
hips, stomach and breasts, but as he started to work on her face,
Jillian began to stir.

He quickly ran out of the room with his pad and
charcoal then made his way to the bathroom to shower. Then he
headed off to work. It was a close call and he wasn't happy with
his rushed nervously prepared sketch anyway. He needed a better
plan.

Victoria attended classes that morning and took
an exam. When she returned home, she worked on a paper for a few
hours and then proceeded to do something far more important. She
searched the Internet for a plausible way to request a blood sample
from Rob and Jim. She located a nationwide firm that she could
contact to obtain the samples for her. That was the easy part. Then
she pondered her story—that was the hard part.

First, she considered telling them that she had
been diagnosed with some new strain of chlamydia that wasn't all
that dangerous but needed to be treated. And rather than have them
go to the bother of seeing a doctor, she would send a lab tech to
get a sample. This she felt was an option, although an embarrassing
one leading to more questions and best used as a last resort.

She considered some other implausible scenarios
and then as she scrolled one last page from her Internet search she
spotted it—an ancestry search required a DNA sample. Sure, it could
be garnered from a cheek swap, but her subjects probably wouldn't
know that. Victoria would tell them both that she was planning on
giving the wedding couple a gift of a full ancestry search and a
blood sample from a close relative was the only way she could pull
this off and keep it a surprise. Maybe it was an odd gift, but she
knew she could sell it. She could sell anything. The company she
found online produced this elaborate framed ancestry family tree
tracing back the roots of individuals hundreds of years. She would
use these details only if needed.

A quick phone call to Rob and Jim left them
confused and a little reluctant but onboard. Victoria made the
arrangements with the lab and a few days later both Rob and Jim
were visited by a nurse—Jim at his dorm and Rob at his office.
Victoria's sample could not be drawn for another few weeks, but at
least she had the potential fathers’ part out of the way.

At Brian's fourth class, it was female nude
night; the three male students were looking forward to the
refreshing sausage-free change. All Brian saw of the tall woman in
the robe as she made her way toward the stool was her back. When
she dropped her robe and exposed her beautiful ass, he felt a sort
of déjà vu vibe. As the woman turned, he recognized that it was
Victoria. He was not at all surprised. She spotted him instantly
and rushed over for a hug as the other male students looked on
jealously.

When they pulled apart, Brian gave her a smile,
and she said, "Got to go. I'll talk to you after class."

He broke out in a sweat during the entire
remainder of the hour-long class as he sketched Victoria's body in
full detail. He was really beginning to improve, and he glanced at
his sketch proudly. When the class had ended, Victoria unabashedly
walked over to him sans robe and stood admiring his work. As the
other members of the class packed their things, they stared at them
both. Brian gave her a nervous look and whispered, "Aren't you
going to put on your robe?"

She scoffed as she replied, "I've been sitting
up their naked for almost an entire hour, and now I'm supposed to
suddenly become shy?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

Victoria studied his drawing with a smile. "It's
really good. I had no idea you were an artist." She frowned a bit
as she pointed to her crotch on the page. "You made my labia too
big."

"It's the first time I've ever drawn that
part."

"Wait until next class when you get to do the
close-up. Then you can draw it really big. That's my favorite
class."

"I'm not surprised," Brian said, and then he
looked at her with concern. "You can't tell Jillian you saw me
here."

"Why not?"

"She thinks I'm at work."

She smirked at him as she asked, "Are you
secretly doing this so you can check out naked chicks?"

He made a face and replied, "No. I want to do
something special for her as a wedding gift. I'm going to sketch
her and have it framed. Something tasteful but sexy."

Victoria smiled brightly. "That's a great idea.
She's going to love it—I'm sure of it."

"I'm also going to get her these expensive
diamond earrings in case the drawing sucks, or she thinks it’s
creepy."

"Good back-up plan."

All the students had left, leaving just the two
of them behind. Brian walked over to get the robe and handed it to
her. She reluctantly put it on. Then he whined, "I can't figure out
how to draw her though. I need to do it so she has no idea. I tried
drawing her while she was asleep, but she moved, and I had to run
out of the room to hide. I need a picture or something, but I need
her to pose, and I don't think I can pull it off."

Victoria paused. "I think I can help you. She
and I are going on that girl's weekend thing next week. I can get
you a picture."

He gave her a hopeful smile. "How?"

"I'll figure out a way."

Brian frowned as he said, "You
can’t drug her or anything. I need something sexy and tasteful. I
mean I don't need an extreme close-up of her, you know or some
spread leg pose like in
Hustler
or anything."

"Just leave it to me," she said with a wide
smile.

At the next class, Brian completed an impressive
two-foot by one-foot drawing of Victoria's gorgeous pussy. Her
labia, both major and minor, were nearly perfectly proportioned on
his sketch, and she gazed at it approvingly. She asked if she could
have it. He agreed.

Jillian and Victoria drove
down to Key West to spend some
girl
time
together before the wedding, which
was only three weeks away. On Friday they checked into their room
late, had a quick dinner, and then went to bed. Jillian quickly
fell asleep, but Victoria lay awake, plotting their activities for
the next day and how she would pull off the photo shoot.

In the morning, they enjoyed a late breakfast
and spent a few hours ogling hot guys at the pool. Jillian and
Victoria each got a massage and assorted spa treatments. Victoria
insisted that Jillian have her hair done and a full makeup session;
when she was finished, Jillian looked breathtaking. They both
dressed in beautiful, sexy dresses and went to an expensive
restaurant for dinner. Jillian was going to avoid alcohol that
night out of respect for the pregnancy, but Victoria again
insisted. In fact, it was a key part of the plan. After Jillian's
second drink, she headed off to the bathroom. Victoria quickly
summoned the waiter for a refill for her friend. When Jillian
retuned she said, "I didn't want another drink." As she fell into
her chair woozily, she added, "I'm already…wow…"

Victoria said casually, "Oh, the waiter came by,
and I figured…Go ahead live a little." Jillian smiled and took a
big sip. Victoria asked, "So, have you decided what wedding gift to
get for Brian?"

Jillian smiled brightly as she said, "I've
thought a lot about it, and I think I've come up with the perfect
gift or gifts." Victoria gave her a hopeful look even through no
matter what was to be said next, she would shit all over it.
Jillian continued, "You know that tennis vacation I took him on
before graduation?" Victoria nodded. "We didn't get to really play
on the grass court very long because we spent too much time in
bed." She widened her eyes suggestively.

Victoria didn’t smile at the sex reference,
which surprised Jillian. In fact, she almost appeared to be
frowning. Jillian lost her own smile as she added a little less
enthusiastically, "Well I'm going to book us a trip out there
again."

Victoria painted on a huge frown and glared at
Jillian with her mouth open. Jillian said hesitantly, "Oh and I'm
getting him a couple of these new really expensive tennis racquets
that he wants."

"So basically it's a tennis-themed gift
extravaganza?" Victoria asked sarcastically.

"What? Not good."

Victoria looked away, sighed, and then returned
to stare at her. Jillian took a huge sip of her drink as Victoria
added, "It sounds kind of lame."

"Seriously, I thought it—"

"That's the most impersonal wedding gift I've
ever heard of," Victoria interrupted.

"Really? He loved it when we played on a grass
court and I thought—"

"Please stop talking," Victoria added with a
tired look.

"So do you have a better suggestion?"

Victoria put on a bright smile, "I read about
this woman who did like a professional sexy photo shoot, had this
incredible centerfold spread put together, and gave it to her
husband on their wedding night. The husband was blown away."

Jillian took another sip of her drink and then
looked at her unsure. Victoria repeated with over-the-top
enthusiasm, "Blown away."

"Like naked pictures?"

Victoria nodded. "But tastefully done."

"Where would I get something like that
done?"

"I could do it for you."

"You, you're a photographer now?"

She looked at her insulted, "Yes, I can take
pictures."

"And you can put this layout together so it
looks good? Or would you be sending the pictures out…oh, they'll
probably end up all over the Internet."

"I can do all of it."

"How?" Jillian asked skeptically.

"I've been taking a class," Victoria lied with
the most sincere yet offended face she could generate.