Friends with Benefits (closed)

[literary_goblin]

Olivia was looking forward to Reading Week. The winter had grown bitterly cold. She was sick of walking to class in 3 feet of snow. But more to the point, she was excited to finally have some time to spend with her best friend.

She was sitting in class - Chemistry - but the teacher was droning on and on about something not-exactly-related to the topic at hand, and so she got out her phone, pushing fiery red hair out of her face as she straightened, and pointedly ignored the fact that the guy sitting next to her was obviously staring down her shirt.

Olivia was the kind of girl who sat perfectly in the middle of "cute" and "hot." She had long, bright-red hair, wide blue eyes set into a sweet, round face dotted with a smattering of freckles. She was short, even for a young woman, coming in at around 5'2", with flaring hips, a narrow waist and a generous chest. Which was why it wasn't terribly uncommon for her to catch her male classmates staring a little lower than her face when she was speaking with them.

Really, she didn't mind attention, but they could at least try to avoid looking like cavemen lechers, couldn't they? She shot a glare at the guy checking her out, and leaned back in her seat, unlocking her phone to send a text.

Reading Week officially starts in 2 hours! What do you say I come over to celebrate? Pizza and movies? She hit send, grinning. They'd probably do more than just watch movies. One could say that her best friend was a friend who came with certain... benefits. They'd been close since elementary school, and had started kind of experimenting sexually together in high school. But they'd made a vow - no romantic feelings. They'd seen way too many friends get into romantic relationships and have it tear them apart. So they... wouldn't. They'd be best friends, and have incredible sex (because he was definitely the best she'd ever had) and that would be that.

Or that's what she told herself. No way was she going to admit her crush. It would ruin everything.

 

[SheldonDorian]

Professor Swift was discussing the socio-economic impact of rice cultivation in the New World. Alain, “Al” to his friends, wasn’t paying any attention. Not that he didn’t care about the subject, rather, he had read way ahead in the texts and had half-finished his essay on “Oryza Sativa: The Grass that Spawned the Western Passage” ahead of time. Reading week was nearly here and he wanted to have as much free time to spend with Olivia as he possibly could.

Olivia had been Al’s best friend since she saved his neck from some 12-year-old bullies back when they were both eight. Her pretty freckled face had always attracted him, but when puberty hit, Olivia’s luscious body soon became about the only thing he could think of.

As if telepathically aware of his thoughts for her, Olivia’s text came through on his iPhone. This was his third phone since the semester started, he was notoriously rough on them. (Not that downloading so much damn porn without reading one word about how to use the security settings helped matters.)


“Reading Week officially starts in 2 hours! What do you say I come over to celebrate? Pizza and movies?” read the text. Al imagined Olivia’s spritely voice saying the words in his head, sending a little shiver up his spine.

“Mr. Connor.” Came the professor’s onerous voice. “Is there some reason why you feel the need to fidget so, by now you should be familiar with the location of the lavatory.” As the other students laughed, Al hunched in his seat and typed a quick response.

“Awesome! How does 7 sound? Sicilian white sauce and some wine and a brain-dead comedy?”
Al hit send and began to fantasize about the night he had planned. There was a word for the kind of friends Olivia and he were: fuckbuddies. Al hated the word. He would have given his right eye to be in a “real” relationship with Olivia, but they had danced around that conversation for years. Al figured that one whirl-wind weekend of the most sensual delights he could devise would make the perfect last ditch effort to change Olivia’s mind to his way of thinking.

 

[literary_goblin]

Olivia's phone buzzed in her pocket and she grinned. That sounded perfect. And she was more than a little pleased that he seemed to know her favourite foods off by heart.

Her grin only grew wider when she thought of what the night might look like. They'd order in, get a little buzzed and watch something that was just the right amount of stupid to be hilarious when they were just a little bit drunk. As the movie wore on, they'd go from sitting next to each other on the couch, to Al having his arm around her, to Livy sitting (or maybe lying) in his lap...

She put the brakes on that line of thought immediately. Not because she was afraid of the sex that would inevitably follow - hardly. The sex was, amusingly, much safer than what actually made her nervous: the romance. Snuggling with him, just being close and enjoying each other's company. She did, of course, but she didn't want to admit that. She was entirely certain he didn't want her like that - after all, they'd made that vow back in high school that they weren't going to have a romantic relationship. She knew he'd feel betrayed if she admitted to breaking that promise... Or so she thought, anyway. So she pretended she hadn't, because having incredible sex with the best friend she had a crush on was better than admitting to her stupid crush and losing him.

"Who're you texting?" The guy sitting next to Olivia leaned over, looking at her phone.

She looked up, surprised by the question. "Al," she answered, as if it were obvious. The guy - Tom, if she remember correctly, a guy who had shared classes with the two of them in first year - really should have known. He knew how inseparable they were.

Tom rolled his eyes. "With a body like yours, you could do so much better."

Olivia's eyes narrowed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" What, did he think he was better? Hardly. Al was a lot funnier, much smarter, and leagues hotter.

"Come on, Livvy, the guy doesn't even woo you! You could have a guy who treats you right instead of just using you for sex!"

Olivia's spine went straight and she flushed with anger. "Okay, first, you don't get to call me Livvy." There were 4 people on the planet allowed to call her that: her parents, her sister, and Al. That was it. "Second, you have no idea what you're talking about if you think he's using me. And third, this is really none of your business!"

"Come o-"

She cut him off. "Shut. Up. Tom." She could be a little spitfire when she was angry, and there were few surer ways to make her angry than to insult Al. Even if the implications of his words were laughable. Tom looked appropriately cowed, and remained silent.

Thankfully, class ended soon after, and she managed to escape class before he worked up the courage to speak to her again. And even better, her next class went by in a breeze of Physics - a difficult course on General Relativity, but the difficulty just meant that she was actually absorbed in the content and so the remaining hour and a half went by quick.

Once she stepped out of the classroom, she was bubbly once again, having gotten over her little bout of anger and feeling incredibly excited by the prospect of having a whole week off school - especially since both she and Al were staying in town for the week. She wondered idly if they were going to go even a single day without seeing each other. The thought put a bright smile on her face, and she sent him another text.

I'm out of class! Meet you at your apartment?