Free Friends with Benefits by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

her hips, looking daggers at me.
    Had I really been with him that long? Andy smiled at me and I excused myself. I looked back at him as I approached the next table, and noted that he wasn’t taking his eyes off me. In fact, I think it was my ass he was zeroing in on.
    Maybe he wasn’t so happily married after all.
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    I envied Shannon as I wiped down the tables after the last lady exited the classroom that evening. Andy had left just before her. He’d seemed to be hanging around for some reason but then rushed out of the room carrying his cake in a box under his arm. There was definitely some sexual spark between us and an underlying tension that had filled the air all night. I knew a cold shower was in store for me once I got home.
    The dishcloth caught something on the table as I wiped it across the surface. Whatever it was fell to the floor and I heard it bounce against the baseboard. When I glanced across the room I spotted Andy’s wedding ring spinning and eventually coming to rest by the refrigerator.
    He’d obviously forgotten to put it back on. Would he be in hot water for going home without it? I went over and picked it up. Inside was engraved:
    Love You Always—Amanda
    I let it rest in my palm, feeling somewhat jealous at the thought that right this minute Andy would be heading home to Amanda. They’d kiss; he might carry her upstairs to the bedroom where they’d fuck all night.
    What was wrong with me tonight? I suddenly regretted agreeing to cover for Shannon. Had I not, I wouldn’t have met Andy and wouldn’t be having these stupid, depressing thoughts.
    I needed to get home, eat some of my cake, and wash it down with a glass of wine. I popped Andy’s wedding band into my purse for safekeeping.
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    The cake and wine satisfied me for ten minutes and then I was like a restless lion, locked up in a cage at the zoo. I paced up and down seeing nothing in my mind’s eye but Andy. Andy in the class. Andy in my bedroom. Andy stripping off my clothes.
    Shower.
    I needed a cold one or I’d go insane.
    I rushed to the bathroom and took off my jeans and blouse, and then my bra and panties. I stood in front of the mirror. I’d never been this sexually pent up before. I’d seen other good-looking guys, but maybe this edginess was because I couldn’t have Andy and it made him more irresistible to me.
    Before I knew what I was doing I was caressing my own breasts, running my fingers over the nipples, imagining Andy’s hands turning them into tight, aching buds. A shudder passed through my legs and up into my pussy.
    I glided my right hand down over my navel, not taking my eyes off my reflection directly in front of me. I slid my fingers down over my mound and into the tangle of hair, quickly finding my clit which was already covered in cream. I rubbed it and murmured when it brought me instant gratification. I needed to go all the way. There would be no stopping until I’d reached orgasm. And while I masturbated I imagined Andy’s finger working and teasing me.
    Oh wow.
    I gripped the edge of the countertop with one hand as my other one moved back and forth through the curls, pressing a little harder on my clit on each pass. Andy’s face was all I could see now. Him smiling at me. Him watching my ass.
    I almost fell to the floor when my climax crept up on me without warning. I took a few deep breaths and looked into the mirror again. My face was flushed, my nipples were erect, and I wanted more of this.
    My vibrator.
    It was in the top drawer of my bedside table. I ran down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet runner. I pulled the vibrator out, hoping the batteries were still charged enough to bring me satisfaction. I wanted to watch myself as I came so I headed back into the bathroom and put my right foot up on the countertop, noticing my folds were very red and glistening. I slid the vibrator inside me and turned it on. I plunged it in and out imagining it was