Friends with Benefits

A friend with benefit is somebody to share experiences with you that naturally are not shared by friends. But how beneficial can a friend with benefits get? Are there limits that shouldn’t be crossed?

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, blooming into the life of young adulthood, basking in each other’s glory where nothing can bring them down. They were the best of friends, having known everything and anything about each other, it was only normal to have developed deep affection for the other...

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl who had hooked up in hopes of pursuing a life together. They were great friends—so they had naturally assumed that they would be a great couple as well. Circumstances beyond their control tore them miles and cities away from each other yet they continued to push past the barriers of fate and continue on with their relationship...

Once upon a time... their efforts failed.

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl... and they broke up.

That was just all... once upon a time...

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“Avocado? Really? Try Mango Puree next time,” a melodic voice hummed over the sound of running water. Her feet were dipped in a deep exfoliating bath as her fingers were being tended to—on top of which, her face was underneath a crusting mask of orange.

“Avocado is so relaxing, shit, you’re missing out on something that’s probably better than sex.” A teasing tone chided as the first woman snorted in reprieve.

“Really Kagome? Avocado is better than sex—are you sure about that?”

The second girl, Kagome, giggled as best as she could as there was a glob of green something dryingon her face. Using her left hand, she peeled the cucumber off of her left eye and opened it. “Positive, my dear Sango. This is like suspended animated orgasm!”

“That makes no logical sense!”

“Neither does the fact avocado facials are better than sex but hey, you’re still here arguing with me so that makes you no better than my illogical statements... you dig?”

Sango frowned, as there were no pieces of vegetables on her eyes, and rolled them. “Oh my god why do I know you? Wait—no, why am I at a day-fucking-spa with you?”

“Because your ass broke your vehicle and the only other legitimate driver you know is moi. So suck up your female pride and admit it—avocado facials are better than sex.” Kagome winked at Sango once more before replacing the cucumber back onto her eye and relaxing, once again.

“I’m cabbing it here next time.” Sango murmured more to herself than anybody else. Kagome giggled before allowing her body to resume falling in sync with the Zen-garden music echoing in the background. She loved the day-spa... it was her second home, apart from her studio, she felt like herself at the spa... someplace she could be her and allow others to pamper her for once.

Kagome was a small-time dancer who did gigs whenever people needed her. She taught dance to little girls, mostly jazz and ballet in a small studio she had located between a dingy convenient store and a floral outlet (really, it was a ten by ten cubically thing that only had 20 different types of flowers—more than half of which were different coloured roses). Regularly, she allotted herself Saturday’s and Sunday’s off (days which her two part-time dance instructors ran her studio) and allowed herself to become one with herself.

Sango’s idea, really.

“What are you doing tonight, babe?” Sango called over as Kagome inhaled through her nose and exhaled via mouth.

“Dinner with the Wolfman,” Kagome called back lethargically. “He’s taking me to some new fancy twelve-star hotel restaurant opening. Some next famous guys will be there, old ladies wearing low v-necks, possibly showing off their saggy legs... some fat bimbos too with cellulite hanging out of their dresses... same old, you know?”

Sango snorted. “Honey, you talk like you’re seventeen still.”

“Man I wish.”

“Act your age?”

“I’m only... five years older than how I act... no biggie, right?”

“Yes, biggie.”

Kagome was about to retort when she felt the specialist begin to wipe off her avocado facial crust. Allowing her facial muscles to relax, she felt the gentle breeze of the overhead fan splash against her newly exfoliated skin. “Oh man,” she purred as the mask fully came off, “I feel freshly orgasm-ed...”

Sango giggled as she sat up on her seat and wiggled her newly pedicured toes. “Strangely enough—so do I.”

“Sick! I told you—oh...” Kagome paused as she heard the shrill of Single Ladies purr into the silent spa. Her phone was ringing louder than she had expected.

“I swear I put this on silent.”

Sango snorted. “Obviously not—who is it, Wolfman?”

Kagome blinked at the digital screen and her eyes widened. No... not the Wolfman... but somebody just as... fun.

“Nah,” Kagome shook her head, “it’s from the studio...” over the years she had mastered the art of lying, “I gotta take it, two seconds honey... ring me in too? I’ll pay you back.”

Sango nodded. “No problem.”

Running outside with her paper sandals on and freshly ‘cured nails, Kagome flipped her old-school Motorola cell phone open and pressed it, breathlessly, against her ear. “Talk to me,” she greeted and she heard a chocolaty chuckle.

“How’re you?”

“Good, just got out of the day-spa, yourself?” She felt excited. She hadn’t heard his voice for two weeks...

Now that he’s back... could it possibly mean...

“Good... so tired though, the flight landed like two hours ago and I just got home. Thought I’d let you know—how’s the Wolfman?”

Kagome laughed. “Kouga’s taking me out for dinner at Ménage à trios tonight.”

The voice on the other end choked slightly. “Your boyfriend is taking you to a restaurant slash hotel that means Threesome?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh man, what the hell have I missed for the past fortnight?”

“I’ve changed my gender and I am now a proud pregnant male human being. I also got breast implants because, hey, I thought they’d make me look sharp, you know? I coloured my hair purple, decided to get a nose job, have an eyebrow ring-- a tongue piercing too while I was at it... got my belly pierced and got hair implants on my back. Nothing much.” Kagome teased as she heard his voice begin to chuckle slowly.

“That’s good to know—and when am I seeing this overly punked out pregnant male?”

“Whenever you would like.” She replied instantly and he sniggered.

“Excited?”

“Do you want the truth?”

“Nah,” he mused, “lie to me, baby.”

“Not at all. I wasn’t awaiting your arrival at all—heck, I forgot you even existed... definitely not on my mind the two weeks you were gone.” Kagome instantly piped. He was silent for a minute before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

“Baby... I missed you too... can you come over tonight?”

“Ménage à trios?” Kagome teased and the male breathed deeply.

“Nah, just you and me... can you? If you can’t its good, the Wolfman is taking you out for steamy threesome activities anyways—can’t beat that shit eh?”

“Don’t tease me, I’ll make something up, if anything I’ll text you, cool?”

“Cool. Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Inuyasha.”

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Kagome felt beautiful. Her body was wrapped up in a nice floor length glove-like silver dress that accentuated her every curve and revealed only enough skin to tease the onlooker. She loved her ensemble, and heck, she loved how heads turned and eyed her. She clutched onto Kouga’s arm tightly, grinning brightly as they both walked down the red carpet, into the VIP line of the restaurant entrance.

“Reservation for Kouga Lang and guest,” Kouga, Kagome’s boyfriend for some time now, expertly stated as they approached the large bouncer. Kagome nudged Kouga, who stood at least a foot taller than her.

“They act like it’s some sort of club, eh?”

Kouga smirked. “Well... yeah, the name of the place would give that kind of assumption.”

“Whose idea was it?”

Kouga shrugged. “Beats me, let’s go.”

Gracefully, Kagome managed to sweep into the ovular foyer that separated into three different dining areas. The room glowed a beautiful golden aura as several low-hanging chandeliers lit the several corners of the grand area. Kagome’s grip on Kouga’s arm tightened as he led her to Hall A, where their reservation had been set for.

“Extravagant?”

Kagome nodded, dumbly. “Yeah—why name such a nice place such a... not so nice name?”

“Ménage à trios isn’t bad,” Kouga teased and Kagome playfully slapped his arm.

“Right, and neither is me piercing my clitoris.”

Kouga raised an eyebrow. “Now that, darling, is not a half-bad idea...”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Kagome hissed as she scanned the room for their table. Spotting a beautiful arrangement at the leftmost corner of the room, Kagome began tugging her boyfriend to that general area.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To our table,” Kagome rolled her eye brows as Kouga frowned.

“How did you see that far?”

Kagome gave a toothy grin. “Twenty twenty vision, Wolfman.” She teased with her favourite nickname for him, something almost everybody had adopted.

Settling down in their seats, Kagome began to quite inconspicuously, adjusting her strapless bra. Her sleek Razr was tucked in her bra so that she could feel it vibrate when it was ringing or signalling a text. She hadn’t wanted to bring a purse so she figured, the best way to keep her prized possession, is beside her two other prized possessions.

“Oh look! The chairman is going up for a speech,” Kouga ushered towards the podium that had been set up for an array of speeches and presentations. Kagome smiled stupidly.

“Maybe he can explain the oddness of the name of the shindig, you dig?”

Kouga rolled his eyes. “At least act twenty-two here?”

Kagome frowned and chose not to reply as they watched the bold, stubby, elderly man give a warm welcoming speech to the many guests that had made it out that night. Kagome had anticipated and waited for an explanation for the bizarre name but it had never came.

Oh well... some things better left unsaid, right?

Jumping slightly when the manager was giving a small introductory speech, Kagome felt her breasts vibrate. Great, now she had to reach into her bra, pull out her phone and see who had texted her. How very classy.

“I have to go to the ladies room,” she stated as age-appropriately as possible. Kouga nodded as Kagome pushed away from her seat and hurriedly scurried off to the ladies room. As soon as she made it there, she grunted so loudly, one would have thought she climaxed during sexual intercourse. Pulling the phone out from her bra, Kagome flipped it open to see a winky face form the one guy she wanted to hear from all afternoon (other than Kouga...)

;) how goes the threesome, baby?

Expertly, Kagome punched in a few buttons and hit send: i’m a one man kinda woman darlin’

Not even two seconds later: lmao i kno, so wuts the deal for the nite?

Again, expert typing: no idea, madd boring here tho... gawd, i wish kouga wud let me leave earlii or something...

Another quick reply. Okay, so Inuyasha had a Blackberry—his texting would be substantially faster than hers... Tell him your bleeding from ‘tween the legs and make a fast getaway. the batmobile’ll be outside for her majesty ;)

Kagome choked on air: no way, yer outside?

lmao, wtf no!... unless you want me to be...

rly inuyasha... are you?

do yu want me to be?

damit don’t play games!

Kagome waited a minute and when she figured the text weren’t coming back... one came (poetic justice?): lol, eh, okay fine. I am outside but i ain’t stalking you baby, i was vip at this threesome shit too but im mad bored :(, how about we split and rock our own party, eh? ;) you can use your period excuse...

Man, are you sex deprived? Kagome shook her head as she hit send.

Yes

Kagome frowned at the short response. Rly?

... ok no but im kagome deprived, shit...

Kagome laughed as she safely tucked her phone back into her bra. Adjusting her hair and dress, she managed to stride out as gracefully as possible. As she walked back to her table, she began scanning the sea of people to find the one familiar face she was dying to see...

And she saw it.

His glowing amber eyes were impossible to hide, despite the hundreds of people attending the opening ceremony. Hunger raged in his orbs and Kagome instantly felt her insides quiver with desire and need. Okay, she wasn’t an addict or anything but man—it’s like when somebody feels something so incredibly good and nothing else could compare and all you want is that one thing that made you feel amazing?

Yeah, that was just it...

Inuyasha was amazing at sex. Kagome wasn’t going to deny that...

Just...

Amazing...

Okay fine, she mentally gave in, I’m on my fake period tonight.

Squeamishly, Kagome sat down on her seat and faked a look of discomfort. Kouga, immediately, shot to her attention. “What’s wrong?” He whispered as Kagome gulped.

“I just got... it...”

Kouga paused and then frowned. “What? For real?”

Kagome nodded slowly as Kouga looked around desperately. Kagome caught Inuyasha’s eyes and saw that he was, mentally, laughing. He stood up slowly – oh my god I’m gonna be touching that soon...- and began to push through the tables to leave the hall. Now, it was Kagome’s turn...

“Want me to take you home?”

Kagome shook her head slowly. “I called um—my brother...”

Kouga frowned. “Are you sure darling?”

Kagome nodded. “Yeah... thanks, oh!” Kagome faked a jump. “My phone just vibrated, I think that’s him...”

Kouga looked up at the presentation before back at his girlfriend. “Want me to walk you to your car?”

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Kouga, it’s a natural female phenomenon, I’m not terminally ill, I’ll be fine.” Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, “I’ll call you in the morning. Sorry, babe.”

Kouga sighed and rubbed her arm. “It’s okay...”

Standing up, Kagome tried her best to do her period-walk out of the room. As soon as the doorman shut the hall door behind her, she gave a whoop of excitement and ran to the front of the building, praying the batmobile was waiting for her...

And it was...

In all of its two wheeled motorcycley glory. And batman himself sat on the makeshift mobile, like a God transcending from the heavens. His messy black hair seemed disarray as he pulled off his helmet, and his eyes only gleamed with carnal hunger.

Kagome’s insides quelled. Oh yes...

Striding over, Kagome stood two inches from Inuyasha, her eyes alight with amusement.

“Batman?” She teased and immediately, his hand went to the back of her head and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Her arms went right around his neck as she pressed her body as close to his as possible.

Oh lord... the thin layer of silk on her skin and the tailored Armani suit he donned was too much. She needed to feel him... all of him... Her hands were running through his hair as his tongue ran along her lower lip, his teeth nipping, teasing, and biting her. She exerted a throaty moan as Inuyasha’s other hand cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him.

“Fuck,” Kagome tore away from him. Without word being said, side hitched her dress up and mounted the bike behind him. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, Inuyasha kicked off the ground and revved his engine before speeding off onto the empty street with only one thing on his mind...

I get sexy party time tonight, boo-fucking-yes!

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I need to write what my mind decides to shoot at me-- this story is... really trippy but, it's the only one my head will let me think about so I promise I will try to at least finish it and not long-term hiatus it like all the others.