The Scheme

I sensed her smile, even though I couldn’t see it, and my hands trailed up her thigh to her hip and onto her breasts. I rolled her nipple between my fingertips, feeling her pebble within my hold. When she moved away from me lazily, I pulled her closer, wrapped one hand around her stomach, and tugged her flush against me, basically spooning her.

When I used my teeth to nip at her neck, I heard her groggy voice, which was sexy as ever. “Mmmm, Brian.”

The way she said my name had me standing at attention, ready to take her again.

She flipped over, her stark blue eyes staring up at me in the darkness of the room. A smile played on her lips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kissing you,” I said as I bent down and captured her lips with mine, feeling my cock twitch at the contact.

“No, you’re spooning me, and under the FTF guidelines, that’s against the rules.”

“Who says?” I kissed her again.

“The FTF handbook says.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

When I bent down for another one, she stopped me. “And who’s the author of this handbook?” I raised an eyebrow as my hands dropped to grab her ass, the most perfect apple ass. This girl had curves in all the right places.

“I am, of course.” She let out a carefree laugh, and it did something to my insides.

A euphoric sensation washed over me, and I wanted to hear it again. I was addicted to her laughter.

I pinched her sides and more giggles escaped her. “I want to know the rules, just so I don’t break them.” I kissed her again, because I wanted to, before she could tell me that the rules indicated I couldn’t.

“I don’t know. I have to think about it. The first rule should be no spooning, and most definitely no sleepovers.” She bit her lower lip, her face contemplating. “We can’t do boyfriend and girlfriend things, so no dates.” She let out a low laugh. “Except eating. We can eat together. A girl has to eat.”

She scooted off the bed, but I tugged her back and pulled her on top of me, kissing her lips.

“No sweet kissing,” she murmured against my mouth as she bit on my lower lip, making my cock twitch again.

Even though we were separated by a sheet, she had to know I was ready for her. I dropped my head to her collarbone and nipped at the tender skin with my teeth. She shifted and straddled me, only a white cotton sheet separating us.

“What else?” I asked.

“Hmmm, no sweet kissing . . .”

“Yes, you said that already.” My tongue traveled up her neck to the side of her chin and to the outline of her lips. I flicked my tongue, entering her mouth and feeling her warm, slick tongue against mine.

I pushed my hardness against her center, and she gasped.

“How about kissing like this?” I teased and suckled her soft lips, my tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth until she had to pull back for air.

She was breathless, her lips were swollen, and there was a look of lust in her eyes which mirrored mine. I wanted to be inside her . . . again.

“What else?” I asked, grinding my length against her core.

“Last rule, no talking.” She pulled my mouth back up, hers covering mine hungrily as I reached into the side drawer to grab a condom.

“That’s my favorite rule.”

NINE

BRIAN

The next morning, every part of my body ached as I thought of Kendy. As soon as she’d left last night, all I could think about was the next time we’d see each other. The deal was no commitment, no attachment, purely ‘FTFing’, as she called it. It was every guy’s deal of a lifetime, only I wasn’t too sure about this arrangement we had going. But I pushed aside my conventional thinking. This was exactly what I needed. Especially being so strung out over work.

I’d wanted her to stay the night so we could go for another round this morning, but she’d been adamant about not falling asleep in my bed, even though we were exhausted after our night of foreplay and hardcore sex.

I glanced at my alarm clock, noting it was close to lunchtime, so I dressed in some sweats and headed to the living room.

Trey was at the kitchen bar, wearing a smile so wide I swear I saw his molars. “Good morning, ‘God’.”

I shook my head at him. I guess in the heat of passion, I’d forgotten I had a roommate.

“Isn’t that your name?” He was looking at me, all proud and shit. “Oh, God!” he moaned in a high-pitched voice as he undulated his hips.

Ignoring him, I reached in the fridge for the milk and searched for a cup in the overhead cupboard.

“Dude, that one was a screamer.”

“My bad. I didn’t mean to keep you up all night.” I strolled to the kitchen island with the milk and cup. “How was your night?” I asked, moving the focus off of me.

He raised his eyebrows, still gri

I rolled my eyes, though I had to smile as I thought about it. He wasn’t wrong. And, damn, it had been so good. “I’ll try to keep it down next time.”

Next time? Would there be a next time?

I didn’t like the thought of last night being a one-time thing, so I shoved it to the back of my mind.

He clasped my shoulder. “I’m just happy you’re getting laid, man. I was starting to wonder if you were playing for the other side.” He stood and headed toward the fridge. “Who’s this lucky chick?”

“You remember the nurse? Yeah, her.”

He cast me an appreciative glance. “So this is more than a one-night thing? You guys met at the bar, and you saw her at the park last week.”

I narrowed my eyes at his nosy ass. “You stalking me now?”

“No.” He reached for the rag hanging from the fridge and threw it at my head. “You just don’t get out much, so it’s the only place you’ve been besides work, dumbass. When you seeing her again?”

I gulped back the rest of the milk and played with the glass in my hands. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

He turned around. “Dude, man.” He walked toward me, carton of orange juice in hand. “You dating this girl exclusively?”

“Me?” I asked, reeling back. “No.” I replied, remembering Stiff. “She has her sights set on some other dude.” A loser, who was too good for her, but there was nothing I could do to change her mind.

“Whoa, man, kinky shit you got going on there.” Trey chuckled, gulping down the juice from the carton. Gross.

“Bro,” I huffed, “ever heard of a glass? Use it. Anyways, she doesn’t like me like that. She doesn’t want anything serious.” I tried to shove out any unwelcome disappointment. I knew what I was signing up for here.

Trey’s wheels started turning. “So she’s giving you free sex for nothing in return?”

I sighed. I didn’t need to go into how I was supposed to play her boy toy to get Stiff jealous. He didn’t need to know about that part of our relationship. “I don’t know. All I know is she’s not looking for commitment. Not from me anyway.” It was the truth.

He squinted and let out a low laugh before he punched me in the shoulder. “Man, that lady just made you a deal of a lifetime.”

“Yeah,” I answered. So why the hell was I so down about it?

***

KENDY

After Brian and my sexcapades last night, my whole body ached, but in a way that could only be cured by him. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I’d see him soon. I needed to get my Brian fix.

I rubbed my index finger against my bottom lip as my mind flickered to memories of last night. This slow growing addiction was a little frightening, but it was nothing I couldn’t control. We were both in this relationship for the same thing—fun.

I squinted at my phone ringing beside me on my side table and turned onto my stomach to reach for it. The clock read twelve-thirty in the afternoon. And right on cue, my stomach grumbled, clueing me in to feed it.