Friends With More Benefits - By Luke Young Page 0,2

in the middle of the night to get a key, and you were shocked to find she was kidnapped, gang raped, tortured, and brutally murdered."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, I wouldn't send you." Brian paused to think. "How about I break a window? We can get it fixed."

She shook her head in disappointment and then moved behind him. She stood on her tiptoes and put her mouth to his shoulder. In a soft, sexy voice she said, "It's only two blocks." She kissed his shoulder blade and then moved a little lower, as she held him by the hips. He melted with her touch. "I really want to make this special for you."

He groaned as she got on her knees and placed tiny kisses all over his lower back. Jillian grinned and put her tongue where his back met the cleft of his ass and pushed it down a half inch. She glanced up. "Hurry back."

"I'll be five minutes max." Then he took off for Victoria’s.

Jillian glanced around the backyard, looked at the stars for thirty seconds, and then she lifted a rock, grabbed a key, and unlocked the door. She grabbed her cell phone, hit a button and then waited for an answer. "Yes...okay." She ended the call and rushed to the powder room.

She glanced in the mirror, groaned at her appearance, and quickly towel dried her hair and body. She put her hair up in a ponytail and opened the cabinet to pull out some clothes and shoes she had stashed there. She began to get dressed just as Brian was about half way to Victoria's.

2

Brian moved stealthily from one tree to the next; he knew the drill. There was very little activity on the street, yet it was only about 9:00 P.M. He peered out from behind a tree before he took off for another nearby. Lights flashed behind him, and he heard a car door open. He slipped behind the tree with is heart pounding.

"It’s okay. They didn't see me," whispered Brian to himself.

"Police! Step out from behind that tree with your hands up," A stern female voice called out.

"Fuck!" Brian said aloud.

"Now!"

He sighed, covered his junk with his hands, and slowly moved away from the tree. Two female police officers were holding guns pointed at him. "I said hands up!" one of them shouted.

"Look at me—I don’t have any weapons."

One officer cocked her gun, and Brian’s hands shot up in the air. Both women glanced down to his nakedness and widened their eyes.

"Let's see some I.D."

He grinned uncomfortably. "I, uh, left my wallet in my other pants."

The officers were not amused; they lowered their weapons, and one officer took out handcuffs and moved behind Brian.

"Hands behind your back."

He followed the command. "Look, I was locked out of my house."

"Yeah. Okay, we've had complaints about a pervert running around naked in this neighborhood before. This isn’t your first time, is it?"

"Is it, perv boy?" asked the other officer.

"Well, no—but I can explain. It's, uh, really a funny story."

"Save it. You'll have a lot of friends to tell it to in the city jail."

The two officers sat in the front of the car with Brian sitting uncomfortably in the back—still completely nude and with his hands cuffed behind his back.

One officer turned to him. "They'll like you down there in lockup because you’re so fresh and young."

"Wait, we really don't need to do this, I—"

Brian watched nervously as one officer leaned over and whispered something in the other's ear. They turned to him, shined their flashlights down to his groin, and smiled.

"We might be willing to let you go," said one of the officers.

"Great! I would really appreciate it," he said with a big, hopeful smile.

"You have a really nice penis."

"Thank you," he said a little uncomfortably.

"Have you ever been with two women at the same time?"

He swallowed hard and then stammered, "Well, no. I mean, I've had offers—well just one actually."

"Officer Johnson's apartment is just a few blocks from here. What do you say we go there and take the cuffs off and—"

Johnson interrupted, "Or leave them on…" The officers both began to chuckle, and Brian returned a nervous smile. Then Johnson finished her thought, "…and, uh, we have some fun?"

"I'm flattered—really, I am, but I'm getting married in a few months. I'm in love—like insane, head-over-heels-crazy-about-her love. I just can't."

The officers exchanged a look of disappointment, and then Johnson said, "Let's get back to the station then." Officer Johnson's cell phone rang, and she