The Real Fling

by R. Silver

  Samantha opened her apartment door and wafts of jasmine and spice met his nose. A soft smile played on her lips and her long, black hair fell across her face. "Hey, I am so happy to see you," she greeted him with an appraising glance. Trevor followed her into the apartment and he cast an appreciative look at her long legs that were set off by the tight yet tasteful pencil skirt and spike high heels. "Hope you had a nice day."

  As they entered the SUV, Trevor guided Samantha in but resisted the urge to cup her round bottom that seemed to offer itself up. "I am not sure I can answer that comment about a nice day," he chuckled. "Things are definitely improving." He settled into the back seat and patted Samantha on the knee. Such a benign action but he literally felt sparks as his bare skin touched hers. Samantha's cheeks flushed and Trevor knew she sensed the same chemistry he did but she pulled her leg away and tucked one foot behind the other. Clearing his throat, Trevor tried another line of conversation. "So, how was your day?"

  Samantha threw her chin back and laughed. "Oh just the usual. I thought someone broke into my apartment and it was my mother. I almost knocked her in the head with a brass lamp." She tossed her head and grinned. "Beat that, Trevor Morgan."

  The SUV came to a stop and Chip opened the door. "Samantha Lin, trust me when I say your day was more pleasant than mine. I fully intend to make the evening so fine that it erases any worries of the day." Trevor extended his hand to Samantha, helped her out of the car but kept a firm grasp of her hand. Her small strong hand fit perfectly in his like it was meant to be there. Trevor was feeling happier already.

  Chapter 10

  Trevor's sure clasp of my hand gave me a jolt of confidence along with making my stomach do that flip-flop. I could see a crowd already gathering in the gallery against a backdrop of bold acrylic works that were highlighted with spotlights. When we entered the space, I heard a jazz trio playing and the low buzz of conversation. Trevor made a beeline to a tall, angular man who had a group of equally tall and lean people around him. Everyone looked so edgy and cool and I felt frumpier by the second.

  "Mason,” Trevor called out. "Quit pontificating and show me how this painting stuff is going to make you famous." Mr. Tall and Angular swung his blue eyes at us and his entire face suffused with a smile. The group parted and Mason and Trevor did that one armed man hug that I had seen my brother perform with his male friends. "Looks like you are the real deal with this showing, Mason. Really cool." While the two were the same height, Mason and Trevor were a contrast of light and dark. Mason had straight blond hair cut into a severe crew cut and ice blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes.

  Mason angled to face me and the gentle smile that greeted me made me like him immediately. "You must be Samantha. I am glad that Trevor has finally decided to spend time with someone who has intelligence and beauty." He did a half bow and pressed his lips to my hand like we were in a royal court. With two handsome men at my side and compliments thrown my way, the frumpy feeling was subsiding.

  Trevor huffed in mock anger. "Back off on my date. I thought I finally broke you of that habit of trying to touch all my stuff when we were roommates at Pratt Institute of Art." Mason waggled his brows at me which made me laugh.

  "Trevor was telling me about your album coming out soon. That is so cool. Performing music is so different from visual art." Mason snagged some bruschetta from a passing server. "I mean you are creating right in front of your audience. When you are performing, there are no take backs." I could see why Trevor and Mason got along. Both seemed so comfortable with themselves but not self-absorbed. I wished I could feel so at ease.

  As I sipped on champagne and sampled sushi and spring rolls, I watched Trevor and Mason chat and catch up on their lives. It gave me pleasure to see Trevor so relaxed. I had seen him at work, alone and in the heat of passion. Every facet of him made me more attracted to him. Stop it, Sam. Remember, this is probably a fling for him. Enjoy but don't get in too deep.

  "Samantha, let's walk around and look at Mason's stuff." Trevor placed a hand in the small of my back and began walking. "All those artsy people are making me nervous," he growled in my ear and slipped his hand further around my waist so that his chest was pressed against my shoulder. Every time he touched me I had a weak feeling in my knees. Even if I had wanted to stay put I would not have been able to resist following his movement.

  Balancing a champagne flute, clutch and piece of sushi proved to be more than my balancing powers could handle. The champagne glass tilted one way and my purse fell to the ground. Quicker than I could react, Trevor bent to catch my purse but his shoulder bumped my arm and the sushi flew in the air. Then, the sushi was gone from view.

  "Wow!" Trevor laughed. "You okay? Is it Mason's overpowering work or my extreme manliness that is making you unsteady?" When he smiled his perfect smile, there were little laugh lines around his eyes that were so damn hot.

  I shifted side to side. Raising myself up to my toes so that I could whisper in his ear, I placed my hands on his chest. His eyes widened in pleasure. "Trevor, the sushi flew into my blouse, like in my cleavage. I need to go fix it. Now." I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks all the way to my forehead. The corners of Trevor's mouth twitched upward and I knew he was fighting the urge to laugh. Trevor grabbed one of my hands and pulled me towards the back of the gallery. I could see a hallway with the restroom so I released his hand and dashed to the ladies room.

  It took a few minutes to retrieve the seaweed, cucumber, rice and fish that had settled between by breasts. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I must look like a complete bumpkin. After a few cleansing breaths, I walked into the hallway to be greeted by Trevor lounging against the wall with his arms crossed. I pasted a smile on my face. Trevor's eyes drifted from my eyes, to my lips and then to the top of my blouse. His eyes started that crinkling thing they did when he smiled. Simultaneously, we burst into laughter. The whole thing was so ridiculous. It felt good to laugh with him. He grabbed me around the waist and we laughed until tears were in our eyes.

  Then, the laughing slowly stopped and his mouth was so close to mine. The heady scent of his cologne and Trevor enveloped me. Our lips touched and he nipped my bottom lip. I gasped and his tongue slid in. My hands caressed his chest and moved to his back pulling him in closer. Trevor moved his kisses to my neck and behind my ear while one of his hands brushed against my breast. I moaned as his thumb rubbed my nipple into arousal. His mouth was back on mine and his hands grabbed my bottom and pushed me against his thigh. I rolled my hips to bring my sex closer the thigh I was straddling. Trevor growled against my neck as his hands continued to massage my breasts and nipples to an even higher state of need. I felt one of his hands brush my thigh at the hem of my skirt and push underneath the fabric. My thighs were trembling and my panties were damp.

  "Oh, excuse me. I was trying to find the restroom." A high pitched voice and a nervous giggle pierced our awareness and pulled me out of the fog of desire. One of those tall lean women who had been hovering around Mason was now smirking at us. I tried to step away from Trevor but he kept his hands around me. Trevor leaned against the wall bringing me with him. He jerked his head toward the ladies room door and motioned to her to pass. I dropped my forehead against his chest and could feel his heart pounding just as mine was. At least, I was not imagining the physical connection between us.

  "Let's get out of here," I felt his words rumble in his chest. "Or, I might need to drag you into a broom closet to finish what we started." After a few good-byes and promises to meet up again, Trevor and I climbed into the waiting SUV. The quiet of the Navigator and the hum of the traffic lulled us into a calm peace. Trevor draped his arm around my shoulders and my head found his chest. When we arrived at my building, Trevor followed me into the building.

  At my door, he leaned against the door jamb brushing my chin with his hand. "I guess this is good night?" I murmured. "Thank you." I lifted my face to his and brushed his lips with a chaste kiss.

  "Samantha." Trevor's eyes gazed
into mine. "Do you want the evening to be over? I would really like to stay with you tonight. Only if that is what you want." His voice was husky and drew me in like a moth to a flame.

  I pulled his hand in mine and led him into my apartment. I bit my bottom lip. It was inevitable that we were going to have sex. The last time had been so spontaneous I had not really considered an alternative. In the movies, couples fell into each other's arms, said the right things and, of course, had great sex. Did these movie couples worry about the huge piles of dirty laundry that were covering the bedroom floor? What if Trevor wanted to do it in the bedroom? I cast a glance at my sofa. The ultramodern sleek seating was beautiful but hardly comfortable. I had no choice. I had to stall and quickly tidy up the bedroom.

  "Can I get you something to drink?" I shoved Trevor toward the sofa and trotted to the kitchen. “I have some wine and some light beer. Juice, soda?" I peeked around the archway from the kitchen into the living room. Trevor was sitting on the sofa with his arms spread across the back - crossing and uncrossing his legs as if there was not enough room. Damn. There probably wasn't enough room for his long legs.

  "Samantha, come and sit with me." Trevor patted the sofa next to him. "I promise I won't bite." He laughed that sexy chuckle that made me feel like I was melting.

  I dashed across the living room. "I'll be right back. Just running to the restroom. Make yourself at home," I tossed over my shoulder as I hightailed it to my room. I would just have to throw stuff in my closet and shove the rest under my bed. It would take me five minutes more or less. Fifteen minutes later since I had to stop in the bathroom and swish with mouthwash, I sauntered as sexily as I knew how into the living room.

  Soft snoring greeted my ears. Trevor had his head thrown back and one arm over his head. His long legs were propped on the coffee table. He was sound asleep. I stood over him and watched him sleep. He looked younger and vulnerable with his eyes closed and long lashes grazing his cheek. Well, so much for my great night of sex in my apartment. I draped a blanket over him and turned out the living room lights. I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Good night, Trevor.

  Chapter 11

  I opened my eyes and looked directly at a bare male chest. Confused, I tried to roll over but a strong arm was locked around my waist and my legs were tangled in his legs. Trevor's legs! How did this happen? I had slept so soundly - the best night of rest I had enjoyed in a very long time. It felt very warm and safe in his arms and Trevor was breathing deeply, still fast asleep.

  Suddenly, Beyoncé’s Single Ladies blared from my alarm clock. Trevor's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright. "What the hell is that?" he croaked out. "Is that your alarm clock? I thought I was caught in some bad dream at a club." He fell back on the pillows stretching his arms over his head. I admit that I took a peek at his built chest and flat muscular abs before I scrambled to shut off the alarm clock.

  As I turned back from my clock, I saw his shirt, shoes, slacks and socks strewn on the floor. Okay, Sam, maintain a calm demeanor. No big deal that Trevor, major hunk, has no clothes on in your bed. When I returned my gaze to him, I attempted a cheerful smile. "I guess the sofa wasn't terribly comfortable. You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you." I willed my eyes to stay on his face because I had just caught a glimpse of Trevor's morning erection tenting up the sheets.

  Making a quick decision to remove myself from further embarrassment, I scooted to the edge of the bed. Trevor's large hand grasped my wrist. "Whoa, where are you taking off to?" Before I had a chance to answer, he had another hand around my waist and I was on my back with Trevor leaning into me. "The last time you took off, I fell asleep and got a crick in my neck."

  "Umm, I just thought I would give you some privacy. You know, to get dressed," I mumbled trying to hide my morning breath. Strangely, Trevor didn't seem too concerned whether either one of us had minty fresh breath. My resolve to get out of the bed was crumbling quickly. Trevor's messy waves of hair asked to have my fingers run through them. His skin smelled smoky and delicious and I couldn't help but place my free hand on his chest. Trevor bent his face close to my neck and placed soft kisses behind my ear, along my collar bone and then returned to my mouth. He groaned as I caressed his chest, shoulders, and back. His hands pulled at my T-shirt and I raised my arms to be free of my clothing.

  Trevor pushed himself up to sitting and slid off the bed. I was wrong - he had left his boxers on. He grabbed a condom from his pants on the floor and shucked his boxers. Although I had seen him naked before, the image of this gorgeous man walking towards me with desire in his eyes made my cleft drench instantly. I felt like I was being consumed and all I wanted was for it to go on and on.

  A hot trail of kisses burned my body from my breasts down my stomach making me arch and moan. Trevor blew softly on my nipples and they became even tighter than before and ached for his touch. As he sucked gently and then teased each nipple, his thigh pushed my legs further apart and his hand stroked my wet center through my panties. He pulled away and yanked my panties off. They got caught on my leg and I heard a rip. "Sorry, I'll buy you more," he murmured against my mouth as he returned to my swollen lips.

  Trevor's fingers thrust into my moist center and I gasped, spreading my legs farther apart and pushing my hips upward. “Mmmm, Baby, you are so fucking sexy. I am going to make you come like you never have before.” The last time Trevor had used his mouth on my clit and my center it had driven me over the edge. This time it was even better. Way better.

  I begged him to stop but I wanted him to keep going. Wave upon wave of ecstasy washed over me. I think I screamed his name but I was moaning and screaming many other things, too. Trevor returned to my mouth and I could taste myself on his lips. He reached for the condom but I shook my head and pushed him on his back, straddling his thighs. Trevor’s thick cock felt so warm and smooth in my hands. I leaned over and licked his penis’s length and then plunged it in my mouth as far as it would go. I could hear Trevor groan and his hands held my head. Feeling him throb against my lips and fill my mouth made me grind my hips against him. It excited me to be able to make him react.

  Trevor grasped me by my shoulders and pulled me up to him. “Baby, you are driving me crazy.” He grabbed the condom and rolled it on. His need was evident in how fiercely he plunged himself into me. I threw my hips up towards him meeting him thrust for thrust. The pleasure and pain was so intense I felt like I was hovering over a ledge and then I fell- gripping Trevor around the waist with my legs and digging my hands into his shoulders. Trevor came in huge shudders and we floated back to earth together clinging to one another in exhausted release.

  Chapter 12

  I grasped the warm coffee mug with both of my hands and looked over the rim at Trevor. He stood in my kitchen, with his dress shirt open, spreading cream cheese on a bagel. "I could get used to waking up like this every morning," he grinned a wicked smile. "I have a photo shoot and then a couple meetings. What time can we get together tonight?"

  His hair was still damp from our shower together that had taught me a new meaning of getting lathered up. It felt wonderful being together and sharing something as simple as morning coffee and a bagel. What exactly were we doing? Did casual flings include making plans the next night or for several nights or for weeks? "Umm, Trevor, what exactly are we? I mean, are we dating or are we having a fling?" I had to ask. Probably in the How to Have a Casual Fling handbook, this was not an appropriate question but I hadn't read said guide.

  Trevor's stopped mid-bite in his bagel. "Huh, I guess it depends on your definition of a fling. If it means crazy mind-blowing sex, then we are definitely having a fling. Of course, dating might mean spending time cuddling, watching painful chick flicks and going to flea markets together." Trevor stepped towards me and pulled me into him. I could smell my melon body wash on him which made me chuckle because it was so girly. "Now, we have yet to have done those things and I actually have never wanted to. With you, I definitely could." He leaned
into me and kissed me slowly and gently.

  "So, we are doing both?" I whispered.

  "Yes. Now, what time can we resume our fling?" Trevor teased. His cell phone buzzed. "Gotta go! Chip and Izzie are outside waiting. Text me." He grabbed me closer and kissed me again deeply with his tongue exploring my mouth, reminding me of our morning together. With a quick pat on my bottom, he left, buttoning his shirt on the way out of the apartment.

  The rest of the day was a typical day -a rehearsal session with Victor, a long run on the treadmill at the gym, and a teaching session at Julliard. I had a definite bounce in my step. Everything looked fresh; everyone seemed happy; my tuna salad sandwich for lunch tasted delicious. Victor even commented on the change. "Finally, I am seeing a greater range of emotion from you! Whatever you are doing, keep it up, my girl."

  On my way home, I stopped in at the corner drug store. I threw my usual sundries in the cart's basket and then stopped in the aisle with the condoms. Should I pick up a box? Was that too presumptuous or simply practical? I picked up a box and tossed it in my cart. I also put a bar of Dial soap and an extra toothbrush in the cart. If Trevor stayed over, he might get tired of smelling like my shower gel. Buying toiletries had never been so fun but, of course, those images of Trevor touching and kissing me helped make things entertaining.

  My cell phone rang as the cashier rang up my purchases. Glancing at the caller ID, I answered while I paid. "Hey, Grace. What's going on? I am just walking home."