Free Friends With Partial Benefits by Luke Young Page A

defensively, "I did not."
    Brian and Jillian gave Victoria a suspicious look.
    Victoria made a face, looked down between her thighs, and then back to Brian’s shorts. "Okay, maybe it was me."
    Victoria ran a hand down between her legs, as Jillian looked on with a horrified expression and Brian watched, open-mouthed. Pulling her hand back, she said casually, "Yes, you’re right—it was me. Sorry about that. I’m really, really weaa—" She stopped talking when she saw Jillian’s dismayed look and then hurriedly said, "Sweaty. I’m very sweaty. It’s hot out there. That, um, Florida humidity, and all." Victoria repeated towards Brian, "Sorry."
    He simply looked at her like a lost puppy. "Don’t worry about it."
    Catching Jillian's glare, Victoria asked, "What?"
    "I told you to put on the cover-up."
    "There wasn’t time. I saw him fall off the treadmill and rushed in to help."
    Jillian inquired of Brian, "Is this true?"
    "I did sorta fall off the treadmill," Brian admitted sheepishly.
    Jillian grabbed a towel from a table and tossed it to her friend. "Would you please put this on? Why don’t you do us all a favor and go back out and work on your tan?"
    Looking a little sad, Victoria held the towel for a moment before reaching down to pick up her bottoms. She walked from the room, not bothering to wrap the towel around her waist.
    Brian said, "Thanks for helping me. I’m not sure what happened. Usually I can handle that much weight."
    "I think I know what happened," she said.
    Brian stood and shot her an embarrassed grin as she added, "Sorry you had to see all of her like that just now. It was—"
    "Oh, no... I saw it before when she was on the leg curl machine."
    "What?" Jillian asked.
    "She had me spotting her earlier on the leg machine, and everything just sorta popped out—if you know what I mean. Proving that you’re totally right about that not being a proper workout outfit." Brian glanced out the window to watch Victoria as she headed to the pool. "She’s a real firecracker."
    "She’s a Darren Star production."
    After grinning, he gave her a confused look.
    "Darren Star, the creator of Sex and the City."
    His eyes lit up. "Oh, Samantha. Yeah, I’ve seen an episode or two... maybe," Brian said a little hesitantly.
    She chuckled, and then they both watched as Victoria unabashedly slipped the bikini bottoms up her legs and over her ass as she stood near the pool.
    Jillian added, "Maybe a little more like Samantha on female Viagra." They smiled and shared a nod.
    "Has she always been like this? I’m not complaining, just curious," Brian asked.
    "Her husband died two years ago. She worshiped him. He was only forty-two, and they had a very active sex life."
    Brian gave her a solemn look and asked hesitantly, "He didn’t, uh, die while they were... doing it, did he?"
    "Surprisingly, no," she said with a slight grin. Her expression sobered as she revealed, "It was a brain tumor. Ever since then, she’s been living life to the fullest. She rarely says no to anything."
    "I’ll bet," he said. "That’s not a bad philosophy. You never know what could happen."
    They shared another nod and looked at Victoria as she lay in the lounge chair, once again squirting down her bikini with the spray bottle.
    "He left her with a lot of life insurance, an unfilled sexual appetite, and a little mad at the world. That’s a dangerous combination."
    When they could both clearly see Victoria’s nipples again, Jillian said, "Now I’ve got to take that from her." Then she headed to the door.
    "Don’t do it on my account," he said.
    When she reached the door, Jillian tossed over her shoulder, "Rob could come home, and he doesn’t need to see those."
    Brian watched her go, disagreeing with her one hundred percent.
     

17
     
    Brian rushed up to his room and went into the bathroom; he noticed the remnants of Victoria’s lap dance were still slightly visible on his shorts. He pulled them off, took a close look, and then shook his