I gulped down some more beer as I waited for her reply.

To: Leo Maxwell

From: Hannah Will

Re: Are you touching yourself right now

I’m so laughing if you put your hands down your pants when you read my subject line. Why are you emailing me? I thought we weren’t meant to bother each other. Or am I already forgetting the rules of our friends with benefits arrangement? And nothing fancy. Just cheap ol’ kettle corn.

Did she not understand my first subject line?

To: Hannah Will

From: Leo Maxwell

Re: Emails aren’t texts remember?

The rules we came up with said no bombarding each other with texts or calls. Emails aren’t texts. I like cheap kettle corn, btw. And yes, I’m touching myself right now. Want a photo?

I pressed send and then pulled my junk out of my boxers, lay back and took a photo. I’d show Hannah that I meant business.

To: Leo Maxwell

From: Hannah Will

Re: Seems like you’re still breaking the rules to me

Why would I want a photo? Do you think we’re going to do an exchange here? Hmm. I am lying in bed naked.

I groaned as I read her email and quickly switched to text.

“Send me a photo.” I pressed send quickly.

“I thought we weren’t texting.” She responded back right away.

“That was before you told me you were naked.”

“Leo!”

“Show me your br**sts.”

“No.”

“Here’s a present for you.” I sent over the photo of my dick and grinned knowing she would be shocked to see it.

“What the f**k?”

“Like it?”

“I didn’t need you to send me a photo of your cock.”

“Like it?”

“You really are a pervert.”

“Send me a photo of you touching your br**sts.”

“Leo, I’m not really naked. Lisa is in bed with me remember.”

“Oh yeah.” I felt like a fool for not remembering.

“I’m going to show her your photo.”

“If you want to.”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“Why would I?” I laughed as I pressed send.

“Typical man.”

“Yes, I am. And I’m feeling horny.”

“And?”

“Want to have phone sex?”

“No.”

“Please.”

“I think this goes against the rules.”

“We can change the rules.”

“Leo, we just created the rules.”

“Hold on.” I chugged the rest of my beer down and ran back up to my bedroom. I pulled my phone out again and called her number.

“Why are you calling me?” She whispered into the phone.

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Liar, you called me for phone sex.”

“Well, if you knew that, why did you ask?”

“Leo, we’re not going to have phone sex?”

“Why not?” I groaned, feeling frustrated, though I was happy to be talking to her.

“Leo,” She sighed. “No, just no.”

“Then let’s just talk.” I settled into the bed and pulled my hand out of my pants. I guessed that there was no point me getting ready to wank off.

“Talk about what?”

“Whatever. What you want to do tomorrow?”

“I thought we were going to go to the beach?”

“Yeah, the beach and the promenade.”

“Oh okay, sounds good.”

“Wear a sexy bikini.” I asked her softly and closed my eyes. “I’m picturing you in a bikini right now.”

“I’m going to wear a one-piece now.”

“No, it’s much harder to get access in a one-piece.”

“What?”

“You know we’re going to f**k in the ocean right?”

“Leo!”

“What, I can pull out and cum in the water. You can’t be upset about that.”

“Leo, we’re not going to the ocean to have sex.”

“I don’t mind having sex on the beach as well. I just thought you might be worried that someone would see us. Like innocent kids or something. We might scar them.”

“You’re addicted to sex.”

“I’m addicted to you.” I joked and the phone went silent as I realized that was the wrong thing to say. This wasn’t a relationship. “I mean, I’m addicted to having sex with you.” I corrected myself. “We need to have as much sex as we can in the beginning. That’s the point of being friends with benefits.”

“What benefit am I getting?” She asked softly and I froze. Was she already having second thoughts?

“Whatever you want.” I said quickly. “I’m yours for the taking.”

“I know I can have sex with you whenever I want.” She sighed.

“What else do you want?” Please don’t say a relationship. Please don’t say a relationship.

“Nothing else.” She said softly.

“So do you want to know how hard I am?”

“No, Leo, I don’t.” She giggled.

“Do you want to go and hang out at the Hollywood sign?” I asked without thinking.

“What now?”

“Yeah, now. I can come and pick you up.” I jumped out of bed.

“But it’s late.” She sounded surprised.