Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2010 11:18:55 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Friends With Mutual Benefits, Part One"  by Jay Roberts    Bi Sexual Adult Friends

+++While the title suggests financial investments, it is
   quite different emotional investments, I guess.  You
   may find this story interesting, perhaps arousing, but
   I as author disclaim any mischief that may result from
   reading it.  But you must be 18 years of age or more to
   continue.


Betty had the apartment and advertised for a roommate.  The
location was perfect for me, as my job at the bank was just down
the street.  When I called she seemed dismayed.

"I didn't put it in the ad, but it did say I was a single female
and I assumed..."

I told her about my job and age, "Besides," I said, "It's good to
have a man around the house for protection and...moving heavy
furniture."

After that speech, her voice seemed to soften.  She began to ask
me some intimate questions.  It was a little troubling, but
intriguing.  We got past the obvious, age 24, but why height and
weight.  I guess she didn't want any fatties, but then, "Are you
handsome?"

Wow, I hadn't expected this to be a relationship, other than
roommates.  "I guess I am," I said, "My Mother thinks so."

Then it went downhill or uphill after that.  "Are you muscular?
Hairy?  Do you have big feet?"  Then the question or questions,
"Are you gay?"

"No."

This was a strange person, this Betty, but whether I take the
share, or even offered it would depend on a personal interview.
It was set up for the following morning at 8:00AM, before work.

Am I handsome?  What a question.  While I don't dwell or my
appearance and even try to counter my good looks by dressing very
plainly and am careful not to over groom myself, my face in the
mirror at my morning shave is pleasing.  My hair is reddish
blond, my features classically cute and my blue eyes are laser
like in their color and intensity.

Then there's my bod.  I am naturally toned from my morning runs,
no gym, too expensive in New York City.  She asked about
hairiness.  I am singularly not hairy, even my arms and legs are
smooth.  As if to compensate, my pits and crotch are luxuriant
with that reddish blond hair like my head.  I never clip or shape
my pubes.  Hey, how come she didn't ask if I smoke.  An odd girl
to be sure.

One thing about me that she didn't ask: my sex life.  It stinks.
I had a steady fuck girl friend for the last two years but it
broke up because she is getting married.  I have been in forced
celibacy for the last six months and have had to resort to self
release, otherwise I'd go nuts.  It's a poor substitute, but at
least I know my partner.

Here I am standing at the bottom of a small flight of stairs that
leads to the front door.  On the right are four bells and four
mail slots.  I press the bell.  A small speaker above the bell
crackles and a distorted voice asks: "Is this Manly?"  Yep,
that's my name, and hopefully a description.

The front door buzzed open and I went up a flight.  There were
only two doors on that second floor.  Hers was the front
apartment.  That's good.  I rapped on the door and she opened it.

There stood a sweetie of a girl.  I'd say about twenty to twenty
two years old.  She had a Beetle, or Buster Brown hair comb.  The
bangs emphasized her big eyes and frank eyebrows.  Her skin was
luminous and best of all, she had a wide humorous mouth.

She was wearing a floppy sweater that blocked out any evaluation
of her boobs, but the short shorts showed off her hot legs.

"Hello (accent on the 'o') Manly."  She appraised me so
searchingly that I glanced down to be sure my fly was not open.
"You are quite dishy."  Oh, I detected a slight English accent.
Nice.

When I stepped in, I saw she was about my height, 5'10" and that
seemed very sexy, but I cut off that kind of thought as she was
my future landlady, not fuck buddy.

She smilingly took me around and showed me the place.  This was a
great flat.  The rooms were large and the second bedroom (my
future one) was as large as the master bedroom and looked out on
a rear garden.

"You have use of the livingroom just like a real tenant, (she
laughed) and we will make up rules for the kitchen.  There is one
disadvantage of these older apartments, only one bathroom.  I
suggest when it is in use that the occupant hangs a towel on the
door.  The lock is broken." Then making a quick transition, she
said, "Do you drink or smoke?  How about weed?"

"All of the above, moderately.  I hope that doesn't knock me out
of the running."

"No, that knocks you in."  She held out her cold, slim hand.
"You can move in after work today if you like the place."

Did I like it, it was great and she was making my trunk area buzz
with pleasure.

The first few weeks were a honeymoon between us.  Her
relationship stance was like a younger sister.  She was cutely
inquisitive.  For instance she hung at my elbow while I unpacked
and asked all kinds of questions about my clothes and underwear.
"Why do you wear boxers, aren't those Guido briefs sexy and
supposed to offer, er, support. But then, perhaps you don't need
support."

"Look here nosey, I like boxers because you hang free, and I have
large hanging balls for your information."

"Can I see them.  It's just scientific interest, you know."

I pushed her out of the room, but I was smiling because she's
fun.

She already knew about my defunct girl friend, in fact she has a
talent for mining everything about me.  She knows a bit about my
sex life and interests.

"Are you good in bed?  I'm not auditioning you, just curious."

I said that I was outstanding, but I didn't go into details.  The
details are that I'm big cocked, I have a long tongue and like to
use it, and finally I have that rare ability to hold off cumming
as long as I like but can spew at will.

A few days later she made dinner for us.  We drank a lot of wine
and were too wrecked to clean up.  We fell onto the couch and had
a wonderful slurring conversation.  She asked, "What is your
favorite kind of sex."

"I like it all.  Fucking is great, but that's a big deal.  I
guess for everyday use, oral is great."

She clapped her hands, missing twice, "G-r-r-eat!  I love getting
and giving oral, it's my schrong point."  I guess she meant
'strong', but I was overjoyed in hearing that.

"Betty, we must oralize each other soon, but right now, I gotta
go to bed."

I staggered to my bed, didn't undress, and fell into a coma-like
sleep.  It's funny, I can drink the hard stuff without losing too
much control, but wine kills me.

About six in the morning I woke up with Betty sitting on my bed
and examining me.  She had pulled the covers down and was
checking out my body clad nothing.  That's the way I sleep.


"Get off, I have to take a wicked piss."

"Can I watch?  Can I hold it while you do it?"

I stood up, naked, a quarter hard, my hands on my hips.  "Is this
another science experiment."

"How did you guess."

I know you may not believe it but she followed me in and as I
stood at the bowl, she took hold of my cock and ordered, "Let it
fly."

It wasn't easy, but I managed to empty my bladder.  She loved the
feeling of my piss flowing down the shaft and hitting the water
in the bowl.  Then she vigorously shook out the final yellow drop
while I groaned appreciatively.  She swatted by ass and warned me
not to enjoy it too much.

"You're so lucky to have this fun every time.  Girls never see
their urine, it's like a secret."

Gradually I began to see that Betty was crazy for guys,
everything about them and I had become the inflatable doll for
her to study.  She'd admire my feet and even sniff them and nod
gravely.  She said my hands were outstanding with no knobby
knuckles.  And my ass, she talked about those side dimples and
the way the cheeks stood out and formed a shelf at the base of my
spine.  She made no discourse on my ass hole.  I guess that was
just too...something.

I countered her admiration by checking out her assets.  She had a
lovely bush, naturally shaped with a straight line on the top.  I
didn't yet get to check out her cunt.  Her ass was sleek and her
breasts were outstanding, smallish but with prominent nipples.
Wait 'til she feels my hot tongue on them, she'll be reduced to a
helpless mass of passion.

What was all this?  Pre-foreplay, if there is such a thing.  We
were getting to the point that just looking at each other made me
hard, and I suppose she became wet.  I swear, I could smell it.
It was intimate and a grassy fragrance.

Things came to a head (my head) when she finally asked me, after
one of our wine dinners, "You want a suck?"

"Sure," I said agreeably, not expecting this to be a big thing.
I was wrong.  This girl could suck like no other girl I had ever
tendered my cock to.  Her tongue never stopped flicking and her
mouth was dripping with spit.  She gave me a hummer as she
sucked.  My usual ability to hold on was sabotaged.  She seemed
to know when I was peaking.

"Come in my mouth," she ordered.  I unloaded immediately, like a
good child.

She swallowed gamely and when there was no more at the fountain,
she smacked her lips.  "That's a good year.  Tomorrow I'll taste
the new wine."

She just knocked me out.  I lay there weak and panting.  If I had
this treatment every day, I'd have a heart attach and die, but
what a way to go.

"Would you like me to...?"

"Not tonight, tomorrow yes."

Tomorrow came, I kissed her inner thighs.  That brought goose
pimples and sighs.  Good sign.  The as I kissed her outer lips,
her hand went to my hair and she twisted it almost painfully.
For a moment I thought she was signally me to stop, but when I
did, she smacked my head.  Her non verbal communication was
eloquent.  I resumed loving every minute.  She was a gusher girl.
The brine was delicious.  I was glad I could get her going so
easy.  Later I found out that she orgasmed easily.  What luck for
her.  She could come multiple times and only stopped me because
she was exhausted from the intensity of our cums.

I unfurled my long tongue past her outer lips and liked and
kissed the inner ones and found her g spot easily.  Now we were
off and running.  It was such a great experience for me that I
had to be careful that I didn't shoot off.

Well the first try was super.  The next one better as she wheeled
around and got my prick and sucked away while I licked her sweet
cunt.  We were as happy as pigs in mud.

Both of us, at least at this point, wanted it nightly.  Sometimes
both of our faces were puffy and swollen from the effects of the
heavy passion.  Fuck it, we didn't care.

I thought about friends with benefits.  This was a landlady with
benefits, but no fuck buddy.  She made it plain that this was our
game, but no fuck.  I missed it slightly, but hardly.

This Nirvana continued for several weeks, and as far as I was
concerned, could continue indefinitely.  But our homeostasis was
altered forever, because of Jeff.

Jeff, you ask?  Jeff lived across the hall, with his parents.  He
was eighteen years old.  Even I could see that he was a great
looking kid.  He had that square jawed jock look and he was
really built, and was at least 6'4". He had one of those deep
deep voices that came as a surprise from such a baby face. We had
met in the hall several times and he chatted with me.  I was not
fooled that these chats were geared to get info form me.  He now
knew that Betty wasn't my wife or girl friend.


"Why you ask?" I said.

"Honestly I have a long distance crush on her.  She sure is hot."
Then looking at me worriedly, "You don't mind me saying that, do
you?"

I assured him that I didn't. The shit took that as an okay to
pursue Betty's hotness.

What I mean is that I worked late on Thursday.  When I came home,
there was Jeff sucking Betty's boobs (sounds funny, huh).  His
eyes were closed in delirious happiness.  I came close to the bed
and I gave Betty the up palm sign for "What's up."

The boy's eyes flew open as Betty said in a clear voice, "Manly,
join us."


End Part One