Connor is my very dear friend. One night a couple of years ago after we had a few too many drinks, we became friends with benefits. Other than my mom, Connor is the only person entrusted with a key to my apartment. I swear he has a sixth sense about when I am overly stressed, because he always seems to show up at just the right time with exactly what I need. Sometimes its dinner, other times its ice cream and a DVD. Occasionally though, we both just need something a bit more physical to relieve our tension.

Recently our office has been flooded with several nasty divorces, which stresses the lawyers who in turn stress their assistants. This afternoon I left work with a nasty headache and no desire whatsoever to go home and cook or do anything other than put my feet up and watch mindless television. Leave it to Connor to know I was in one of those moods. I spotted his car in the lot as I pulled up, and a knowing smile spread across my face. How he knew exactly when to show up has always been a mystery, but I wasn’t about to complain.

I climbed out of my car and headed towards the front door, which opened for me as I approached. There he stood in jeans, just jeans-no shirt and sexy bare feet poking out the bottom. I am a sucker for pretty eyes, dimples and sexy bare feet in jeans. Today, Connor had all three and my stomach did a little flip at the sight of him there in my foyer.

Somewhere in the midst of all the sexiness in front of me, I managed to smell Chinese takeout. I hadn’t had time for lunch and realized I was starving. We sat in my kitchen eating, laughing and flirting. Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just talk about nothing and everything all at once.

Tummies full and dishes in the sink, we decided to retire to the living room for that mindless television I mentioned earlier. However, we both knew television wasn’t on the other’s mind. Connor propped himself in the corner of my sofa, hogging all the pillows like always. I stretched out near him with my head resting in his lap.
Connor began to run his hands through my hair, slowly working out the tension in my neck. I moaned and leaned into him as I began to trace slow circles down his leg, massaging the stiffness out of his muscles. I lifted my head to place soft little kisses on his belly, sliding my hands around to knead his lower back just above the waistband of his jeans. He hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me up until my head rested on his shoulder, pulling my body close to his. I pressed my face into his neck and raked my hands through his hair.

Connor unzipped my dress and slid it over my head tossing it on the chair. I began to kiss and nibble his neck and ears, working my way to his chest and stomach, running my hands down his sides as I ran my tongue across his belly button. In his eagerness, he helped me with his belt and zipper until we had him free of his jeans. I bent down and slowly took him in my mouth swirling my tongue around the tip and very gently grazing it with my teeth. His hands were tangled up in my hair and his head leaned back as a moan escaped his lips. I began to kiss and nibble my way back up his abs and chest to settle my body against his warmth.

He hooked a hand at the base of my neck and pulled my mouth to his; kissing me so deep I went weak and was glad that I wasn’t standing. My breath caught in my throat as he slid into me, filling me up and erasing every last bit of tension my body had been holding. Connor then wrapped a hand around my waist and eased me back onto the sofa; settling himself over me and burying his face in my hair. I hooked my leg around his and arched my body as close to him as I could, matching his rhythm. Slowly at first, then harder and faster he took us right where we needed to go. Shortly after I moaned his name and exploded, I felt his body tighten and opened my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back and groan in satisfaction. He collapsed on top of me and lay there a moment to catch his breath.

Connor eased himself up and lifted me; carrying me to my bed and tucking me in. He kissed my forehead, smiled and walked away as I fell asleep.

Waking the next morning, I discovered that not only had my best friend brought me dinner and “entertainment”, but as I slept he also had done the dishes and tidied up my apartment. Like I said, he always knows just what I need.