You come on so damned strong. You one of those goddamn Women's Lib types wanting to push men around? You a cock-teaser, you sultry bitch? I'll show yo...u what it takes to make it around Acme Manufacturing!"His fingers locked like steel bands on her arms. She fought, but it did no good. He lifted her like a rag doll and carried her to the small couch near the far wall of the office. He dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa. She felt the springs protesting the sudden load. Before she could get her. "Yeah, Trickster," he said with a knowing look. "Just friends."I looked down at my book."Friends with benefits, though, right?" he asked."I'm sorry?" I looked back up at him."Hey, no offense, man," he grinned at me. "Those are some pretty nice benefits, if ya know what I mean."Actually, I had no idea what he meant. The expression "friends with benefits" hadn't been in wide circulation when I was a ninth-grader, back in 2003, at least not in my crowd."What exactly are you talking about?" I asked. Her usually cropped brownish-red hair was tussled about, but she still peered through them with her bright blue eyes. Her 34B tits looked puffy with her nipples hard. Her tight body had lots of workouts on it. You would have never known she had our c***d almost 20 years ago. As much as I love that my wife is fit, her hips have gotten bigger throught the years. I love that her hips have a slight shelf to them. I always find my hands always on them when I finish. It doesn't happen often, but I. “Yeah… She’s become my best friend. Say… Have you seen Kevin lately? How come he’s not playing?” He looks at Nicole before looking back at me. “Well, Kevin moved…” I look at him in shock. “What! Where?” Once again, he looks back over at Nicole. “I don’t know. He had a falling out with Brett and the rest of the team and then just up and moved.” “I thought you were close, he didn’t tell you where he moved?” I ask. His eyes drift back to Nicole, before shifting to mine. “Nope... ““That’s weird,” I.