When he saw that the television was already on and displaying two naked women embracing in high definition glory, Matt paused at the doorway. A silhouette of his friend was about all that was visible in the room besides the images on the jumbo plasma TV. Apparently the jam session had ended early he noted, not at all displeased with this development. Lisa must have heard him approach or simply sensed his presence.

"Do you like girl-on-girl porn?" she asked conversationally, without turning away from the screen.

"What kind of question is that? I'm a guy. Of course I do."

"Well then, come on in and enjoy."

She patted the seat on the leather chair beside her for emphasis. Without hesitation he acquiesced.

Matt was not a connoisseur of x-rated films, but he noticed that this one had better production values than most of the ones he'd seen previously. As they watched one particularly intimate scene it struck him that the performers came through as real lovers instead of actresses. Both women were a little older than is customary in such films, and despite saying very little they projected an air of authenticity often lacking in this genre's thespians.

The athletic blond was clearly the assertive partner, in a tender and sensual way. She showered her diminutive lover with soft body kisses, slid a moist pussy back and forth along her thigh and ground it into her vulva with gusto. Watching this unfold was extremely arousing for Matt. The dynamic between the women gradually changed and soon each was orally pleasuring the other to an intense near-simultaneous orgasm that precipitated the all-too-soon fade to black.

When the DVD was through, Lisa queued up another one and put it on pause while she went to the wet bar and mixed up a pitcher of her famous high-octane margaritas. Once they each had a drink in hand, she punched the start button and intermission was over.

The second feature was from an amateur series. Although the lighting was spotty and the camera technique was sometimes a bit shaky, it had a raw in-your-face sexuality that was riveting. No doubt the Heineken and Cuervo Gold influenced the resuscitation of Matt's long-dormant libido, but the raunchy daisy chains and unrestrained lust of the twenty something tatted-up girls would have gotten him worked up on their own. He was particularly appreciative of one interlude that involved extreme close-ups of the consumption of massive amounts of strawberries and whipped cream from a vagina whose labia were adorned by multiple heavy-duty stainless steel rings. Matt could easily understand why Lisa had this film in her naughty DVD stash―it would definitely hold up to repeated viewings.

They sat in companionable silence as the credits scrolled by. The combined buzz from the film's visuals and the alcohol triggered an intense fantasy cascade. Matt was so entranced by this cerebral movie that Lisa's question barely registered.

"What do you think about friends with benefits?"

His distraction caused him to have a duh moment.

"Is that a book...or a movie?" he asked hesitantly.

"No silly, it's an expression. Or, more precisely, a type of relationship."

Matt slapped his head theatrically.

"Sure, of course. I've never given it much thought. Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking that maybe we should try that."

He didn't know how to respond, so he remained silent. Had it not been so dark in the room, a skeptical look would have been visible upon his face.

"I'm serious. Think about it, neither of us have a love life and we obviously like each other or we wouldn't have been roomies for the last three years. It makes a lot of sense."

"Well...there's something to what you say...but...you're a lesbian and I'm not. I'm not even a woman. Just how would friends with benefits work in this situation?"

Lisa smiled mischievously.

"Oh, you'd be the bottom of course."

His reply was quiet and noncommittal.

"I see."