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Sundays were boring for Jordan. All her friends were busy, either going to church, spending the day with their families, or recovering from a rough and long Saturday night. She used Sundays to clean and do her laundry but she was still bored. Currently, she was sitting on her couch with her head back and her legs on her coffee table. She sighed as she stared at the ceiling.

" Bored!" She called out to no one. A second later her phone went off. She brought her head down and snatched her phone up off the couch, smiling at the name on the screen. " Hey." She said when she answered.

" Hey. Can I come over for a bit?" Jonathan's smooth, casual voice came through the speaker.

" Sure. You bring Art?" She asked.

" Ah..." He chuckled and made her smile widen. " No."

" Door will be unlocked. I'll be in my room." Jordan said. Jonathan sighed.

" Okay. I'll see you soon." He said before he hung up.

Jordan set her phone of the coffee table and pulled herself up, excitement already blossoming through her. Jonathan was a great lover. He was passionate and also seemed to know what she needed. He was slow and gentle when she wanted that, strong, hard and fast when it counted. He brought her over the edge every time they were together and she was glad she had decided to start hooking up with him.

Jonathan had been shocked and even nervous when she asked him to be her friend with benefits, about a year beforehand. She had been working in the bakery for two years but had been his friend for five. She had started working there just to help him when he started getting busier but had stayed because she liked it and they had fun together.

" Hey, I think we need to talk." Jordan as she plopped down in the chair by Jonathan's desk.

" About what?" He asked. He was writing down the day's deposit.

" Well, you and I have both been suffering through a pretty long dry spell. Five months for me, about six or so for you, I think. So I think we should end that, tonight. I know I need sex. I know you need it. So let's do it." She said. Jonathan laughed and shook his head, looking at her with his smile.

" And just how do you think we should do that? We going out tonight?" He asked. Jordan shook her head.

" No. We are going to start hooking up." Slowly Jonathan's smile started to melt away. " I think you are so hot and I know you think I'm hot because I have caught you checking me out. I don't want to be your girlfriend but I do want to have sex with you."

" What?" Jonathan asked. Jordan smiled.

" I want you to be my friend with benefits. No pressure for a relationship or anything. Just sex." Jordan said.

" I...I don't..." He stuttered as his face flushed.

" Okay. Why don't you think about it and call me later? I'm going home." She said, pushing herself up. " See ya!" She called out as she strolled out of his office. She knew he gaped at her the entire way out.

Later that night, he had called out and the details had been set. Together, because she had requested it, they had blood work done, checking to make sure they were both clean. If he started dating someone, he stopped sleeping with her and he would use condoms with the other and the same for her. Jonathan had dated a few girls not nothing that lasted longer than a week. She didn't date. She didn't want to answer to anyone, didn't want to be tied to a boyfriend. They started sleeping together a week later. The first few times, Jonathan had been nervous. He had kissed her carefully and trembled when he touched her. Lucky for them both, Jordan had fucked the nerves right out of him and their sex life had been going strong ever since.

" So, what's going on with that sad girl from the shop?" Jordan asked as Jonathan slipped from her bed.

" I got her number." Jonathan said as he grabbed his boxers up from the bedroom floor.

" When are you taking her out?" She asked. She rolled to her stomach to watch him dress. She linked her ankles together and started slowing slinging her legs up and down. As he stepped into his boxers, her bare ass drew his eyes and made her smile. He liked looking at her body as much as she liked looking at his.

" Ah," His tongue swiped out and over his bottom lip. " I don't know. She's working today and told me to call her tomorrow."

" So when are we taking a break?" Jordan asked. Jonathan grabbed his pants, his eyes roaming over her body. She looked good and she knew it. She ran every morning and did sit ups to keep her tummy tight.

" If the first date goes well, then after that." Jonathan said.

She smiled at the sad tone in his voice. She wasn't worried about the break. He never stayed away from her long. Women couldn't handle Jonathan's lifestyle. They didn't like that his best friend was a female, her. And they always seemed to have a hard time with Art. Jonathan's brother was a hand full but Jordan loved him. She never had a problem with him.

" Well, make sure you let me know." She said.

" I will. I better go. Art's pissed because I won't bring him over." Jonathan said as he finished dressing. Jordan rolled out and stretched. His eyes zoned in on her tits, then cascaded down to her stomach, then came to rest at the soft patch of dark, neatly trimmed curls between her legs.

" Ah, if you need me to watch him for your date, I will." She said.

" Thanks." Jonathan said, his eyes flying up to her face. He blushed, knowing she had caught him checking her out. She laughed silently.

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The next day, to Jordan's surprise, the woman came into the bakery. Emily was her name. Jonathan smiled and joined her for a cup of coffee. Jordan found herself mentally pointing out the differences between them both. Her hair was a dirty blond, neatly pulled back. Her skin was slightly tanned and her nails were perfect. Jordan ran one hand through the ends of her long hair. Her hair was dark with streaks of blond, red, and light brown through the layed strands.

Her skin was pale with a few tattoos sprinkled throughout her body. Emily looked like she'd pass out if she went into a tattoo shop. Jordan's nails were short and unpolished. Emily had her ears pierced. Jordan had hers done too, but also had her belly button, her tongue, and her right nipple pierced too. Emily was wearing a sweater and slanks. Jordan was wearing faded, well worn jeans with a few streaks of holes through them and a tight tank top. Emily's shoes were loafers, Jordan's were grey converses. They couldn't be more opposite if they tried. Emily was put together, Jordan...was not and she knew it. Emily's make up was light, soft. Jordan's eyes were lined in black and her lids were smokey. Well, Jonathan had mentioned once that he thought her eyes were beautiful.

Jordan smirked to herself and started to the back. Emily wouldn't last long. Jonathan would get bored. Jordan doubted Emily would let him film them having sex like Jordan had. She doubted Emily would be okay with having sex in a car, in a dark parking lot and Jonathan had loved that. There was no way that woman would be able to make him beg and sweat like Jordan could. Yeah, she wasn't worried.

But still, he sat with Emily for a while, not that Jordan was worried or cared. Right? She snapped at herself to toughen up. She was Jonathan's friend first and this was their deal. What was her problem? Well, for one, since they started their arrangement, she hadn't actually seen him with anyone. She had known about the dates and they hadn't bothered her, but seeing him with someone...something was sparking through Jordan and she wasn't really sure what that was.

" Hey, Jor?" Jonathan asked as he came into the back.

" Yeah?" She asked while she wiped one a counter.

" Do you think you could come over and watch Art for me tomorrow night? I got a date." Jordan glanced to her side to see him smiling. Another stab of something went through her so she dropped her eyes to the counter.

" Sure. Right after work?" She asked.

" Yeah, if you don't mind." Jonathan said.

" You know I don't. I love him."

" Thanks."

She looked up as he turned to go into his office. She tilted her head and sighed. He sounded so hopeful and it made her feel bad for thinking shit about the girl. Jonathan deserved to be happy. He deserved to be with someone who could give him everything and Jordan knew that wasn't her. As Jonathan sank down into his chair, he leaned back and put his hands behind his head. He started gently turned the chair back and forth. A dreamy expression went over his features. Jordan sighed. Yeah, he deserved it and he won't get it from Jordan. She couldn't give it to him. And she didn't really want too, right? She didn't like being tied down. She didn't want to answer to anyone. She repeated those two statements to herself over and over again as she went back to her work.

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Jordan ignored Jonathan's happy expression when he walked out his front door the next night. She had seen him go on dates before with that expression, right? She rolled her eyes at herself while she walked into his kitchen where Art was waiting for him. The date would go one of two ways. He'd either come home and ask her to hang out with him, which meant sex, or he would be excited, thinking the woman would work.

And the end of this date was no different. Jonathan strolled into the house with a smile. He told Art and Jordan he thought it went well. Jordan tried not to be annoyed. She told herself the annoyance was because she didn't want Jonathan hurt when the woman let him down. And she would. They all do. Jonathan always ended up down when the women decided Art was to much for them to handle.

" I'm glad it went so well." Jordan said with a smile plastered on her face. She always pretended to be happy for him.

" Yeah, I really like her." Jonathan said. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the chair. " Art, go brush your teeth."

" Do you need me to stick around?" Was that hope in her voice? She frowned and cleared her throat.

" Ah, no. No, that's okay." He said. Regret started through her but it was only because she wasn't going to have the kind of orgasm only Jonathan could give her. That's all.

" Alright well, I'll see you in the morning." Jordan said. She stood up from the table, hugged Art, then hugged Jonathan. And she did not silently breath in his scent. She did not love the way he smelled.

" Yeah, thanks, Jordan." Jonathan said as he squeezed her.