Trigger

by Julia Derek

  “What kind of underwear are you wearing right now?” I gave him a coquettish smile.

  He laughed, but managed to get out in a surprisingly straight voice, “Believe it or not, Calvin’s…” He gave me a lop-sided little grin.

  I cracked up. “No! I don’t believe you.” I liked that he made me laugh.

  “Well, it’s the truth.”

  “Prove it to me.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “Right here?”

  “Do you have a better suggestion?”

  “Yeah. Why don’t I prove it to you at my place?” He motioned toward all the people who were seated in the adjacent restaurant. “No audience.”

  “Good idea. Wanna leave right now?”

  “Sure. Let me just take care of the bill.”

  He motioned for the bartender to bring us the bill and handed him a credit card when the bartender came with it. After he signed the bill, leaving a generous tip, Dylan turned to me. “Ready?”

  Dylan

  I was glad I hadn’t had more than two beers. Any more and I doubted I would be able to perform in bed the way I not only suspected that Nina expected, but also the way I wanted to perform. Unlike my friends who liked to dabble with Viagra to maintain a hard-on all night long, I preferred doing it the natural way. Besides, as horny as I felt right now, I was sure the hot girl beside me would be enough of a turn-on for me to get it up more than once anyway. I had checked her out as she excused herself and went to the ladies’ room, and her body was the kind I fantasized about when I was alone in bed or in the shower and didn’t have access to porn—curvy with full breasts and a great ass, more like a playboy model than a runway model, which was how Emma looked. Nina wore a black dress that more than enhanced her curves and flat stomach, and those red high-heeled shoes made her legs look amazing. But it was the tattoo at the back of her right shoulder, a bird with its wings spread, that really got me. I usually found tattoos tacky, and especially on girls. Tramp stamps. But this tattoo, well, I wanted to see it real close up…

  My pants strained at the crotch. I couldn’t remember the last time a girl had turned me on this much, not even Emma. Of course, doing it with Emma had been more than sex. It had been making love. I wasn’t planning on making love to the girl for whom I opened my car door. I would simply fuck her brains out. Which was clearly what she wanted anyway.

  “Thank you,” she said and slid into the passenger seat of my BMW. A couple of minutes later, we were sailing over Sunset Boulevard toward my apartment in the Hollywood Hills. Neither of us said a word during the ride, I, at least, fearing that talking would spoil the magic moment between us, irrevocably destroy the delicious tension that kept me so hard. Not that there was much else to be said. All we would ever do was have great sex tonight, and then we would never see each other again.

  Nina seemed to be in tacit agreement with me because all she did throughout the ride to my place was stare out the window, her hands with the red-painted short nails in her lap. Her pouty mouth was slightly opened and wet, and from this angle I had a great view of her breasts that were kept in place by a red lace bra. Oh, God, I love red underwear on women. Emma had refused to wear anything but virginal white or boring nude-colored underwear, claiming anything else was for sluts. I was grateful Nina felt otherwise. I had to make myself stop glancing at her from the corner of my eye or I would come in my pants right there. Which would be terribly embarrassing.

  I pulled into my apartment building’s parking lot and found a spot. We walked into my tall building and rode the elevator to the eleventh floor where my apartment was. I opened the front door and held it so Nina could enter.

  She walked in, looking around the modern space with the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the flat city that seemed to be never-ending from this angle. She stopped in front of one of the windows, looking out.

  “Great view.”

  I couldn’t agree more, standing several feet behind Nina. I took in her dark silhouette against the myriad of bright lights that made up the gigantic city and lit up the night sky above, erasing most stars. She was all soft curves and long, flowing hair. I wanted to pick her up and take her right there on the black L-shaped leather couch, but I restrained myself. Given that we hadn’t even kissed yet, such a move might scare her, despite her being such a forward girl. The last thing I wanted was for her leave me right now. So, I slowed myself down.

  “Would you like something to drink?” I said and walked over to the bar area of the living room.

  She turned toward me. “Sure. Seltzer and cranberry if you have that.”

  “No alcohol?”

  She walked over to me. Even the way she walked, with the confidence of a woman years older, had the ability to turn me on. My heart thumped faster against my ribcage. She stopped in front of me, only inches away, her body warmth mingling with mine. I swallowed. She glanced up at me and I noticed the mole below her left eye for the first time.

  “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight,” she said in a sultry voice. I was about to say something when she wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling down my head, she landed a feather-light kiss on my lips, her mouth slightly open. I thought I would explode in my pants. Her mouth lingered a few millimeters away from mine, her sweet breath against my lips. Oh, God, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself for much longer.

  “Mmm,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted to do that for the last hour.” She inhaled me. “You smell good.”

  That was it; I was no longer able to resist her. I cupped her head and brought her mouth toward mine and kissed her hard. She didn’t seem to mind because she responded by parting her lips and flicking her tongue around mine, sidling up against me. God, she tastes good. I loved the way her full breasts pressed against my chest. I lowered my hands to her ass and was pleased she wore a thong. I gathered her dress in my hands, longing to feel her skin again my palms. Soon her silky legs and ass were in my grip, as firm and lush as I had imagined. I squeezed every part of her backside, feeling myself grow bigger against her flat stomach. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming, the most delicious torture.

  Nina

  “Take me to your bedroom,” I whispered in Dylan’s ear, nibbling its lobe. This guy may be an uptight dork, but he sure knew how to kiss and turn a girl on. Maybe I had underestimated him. So far, it seemed like it. The way he had pulled me suddenly against him and kissed me with such determination was incredibly exciting, just like I loved how he had pulled up my dress and squeezed my butt. The hardness against my stomach told me he felt what I was feeling.

  He picked me up and I circled his body with my legs, our mouths still attached in a hot, deep kiss. He began walking, opened a door and then placed me on a bed. He pulled down the top of my dress, displaying my breasts, which he had soon released from their red lace confinement. He filled his hands with them and began to squeeze. Then he leaned forward and kissed me like he wanted to eat me up. Pulling back, he bent down to suck my nipples, which had already hardened. Waves of electricity rushed up the insides of my thighs, colliding in my erotic center.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

  Soon, my dress was off my body and all I wore was my red lace thong. It struck me that it wasn’t fair that he was fully dressed, while I was almost naked. I pushed him off me and stood up. He looked up, confused.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I said and smiled a little. “Stand up.”

  He stumbled to his feet. I began unbuttoning his shirt as I kissed him slowly but deeply. Oh God, yes. He did have some hair on his chest, just like I had hoped… I ran my fingers over the hair that stopped below his pecs, continued tracing my hand down below his belly button where a string of hair began to grow again, disappearing into his pants. They were bulging in the most tantalizing way. Pulling in my breath, I undid his belt with skilled fingers, eager to reach the insides of his pants.

  He seemed shocked yet mesmerized by my conf
ident moves. Well, there’s more to come, I thought and pulled down his dress pants, admiring the sexy string of hair that appeared again. I stared at his huge size in the white Calvin briefs. I couldn’t stop myself from running a hand over him, pleased to feel how incredibly hard and big he was.

  “So you were telling the truth,” I said and slowly began pulling his Calvin’s down. He gasped but didn’t resist my moves. I had soon taken his beautiful manhood in my mouth, not touching it with my hands once it was naked and made him even harder and bigger with the help of my mouth and tongue. He stroked my head all the while, moaning with pleasure. I stopped for a few seconds to admire my work. He really did have a beautiful cock, I had to admit, maybe the nicest I had ever seen. Suddenly, I felt his hands under my armpits and he pulled me up so we were face-to-face again. Our eyes met and I felt that pull toward him that I had felt when laying eyes on him the very first time live, but even stronger this time, and I felt myself get wet. God, what is it with this guy that turns me on so much?

  His one hand grabbed my breast while the other traced my stomach, stopping briefly at my pierced navel, and then down over my panties. He caressed me on the outside at the same time as he pinched my nipple playfully until I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a few loud moans. Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing…

  “You like that?” he said, still looking into my eyes, smiling ever so lightly.

  “Uh-huh,” I gasped. He moved my panties aside and pushed first one, then two long fingers inside my wetness, moving them with small but firm thrusts. He bent down and began sucking my breast again, filling his mouth with as much of it as he could. I moaned, the combination about to make me come any second. But right before I could, he stopped what he was doing and pushed me down so I ended up with my back on the bed and ripped off my panties with one forceful move, tearing the sheer material apart. He sank down and buried his head between my legs, spread me wide apart and began licking me. It didn’t take long until I was at the verge of coming. But, again, right before I could, he stopped and got up. His cock was so hard it pointed toward the ceiling.

  Spreading my legs even wider, he pushed inside me and began thrusting, looking me deep in the eyes. It didn’t take him many seconds to make me come hard, harder than I had in a long time. Waves of pleasure rode my body from my toes all the way up to the crown of my head and I moaned loudly. When the last ripple had passed, I watched him as he brought himself to release by pumping me hard. From his kneeling position, I had a great view of his upper body. His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed as he was about to come, his lips parted. Suddenly, my throat tightened and I couldn’t breathe. Panic spread in my chest and stomach. My skin began to crawl. The more I looked at his face in that moment, the more intense the sensations became.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  He pulled out of me. As he came over my stomach and breasts, I was so uncomfortable I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

  Dylan

  “Goddamn, that was hot,” I said. I disappeared into the adjacent bathroom to get some toilet paper. When I returned to her with my hands full of paper, she had slid up into a sitting position. I began wiping off my cum from her stomach and breasts, finding myself at a loss for words. She was contemplating me with dark eyes as I cleaned her up, not saying a word.

  “There you go,” I said when I was done.

  “Thanks.”

  I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I had done something she didn’t approve of. Not putting on a condom was incredibly stupid, of course, but I didn’t think that was it. She could have stopped me before I’d entered her. Should I have asked before I had come on her breasts and stomach? Not all women liked it. Emma certainly hadn’t. But this girl wasn’t Emma. Which was why I hadn’t given her a kiss after I’d come. Somehow, I didn’t think she was pissed at me for not being tender afterward, though. Being so aggressive, so eager to get going, I couldn’t imagine she was someone who craved cuddling after sex. She really hadn’t looked like she was eager to cuddle when I had gotten to my feet after coming. She had just looked at me with that weird expression on her face. Almost like she was scared.

  “Want that seltzer and cranberry now?” I said in a light tone, smiling at her. She barely returned my smile. I wouldn’t mind going for a second round with her and, up until now, I had been absolutely certain that she would happily go along with my wishes. But she was just staring in front of her, avoiding meeting my eyes. Maybe I should at least have given her a kiss afterward, not rushed into the bathroom… Was she pissed? No, she was probably just exhausted. She did come pretty hard after all, I reminded myself, the thought making me feel good. I was certain she hadn’t faked that orgasm. That it had been as real and as strong and as long as it had seemed. I had been with enough women to know the difference.

  “Sure,” she said, finally looking at me. “Can you please add a piece of lime in it, too?”

  “Of course. Anything else I can get you? Something to eat?”

  “Some snacks would be good.”

  “Sure. Let me go see what I have.”

  I walked out of the bedroom and into my kitchen. I prepared her drink and rummaged around my refrigerator for snacks. Not sure what she would like to eat, I got her a plate of cheese and cold cuts and some crackers, and then some berries and ice cream.

  As I made my way back to the bedroom, I heard what sounded like the front door to my apartment close.

  “Hello?” I called out, walking toward my hallway. No one answered. Fuck, did she leave?

  As I walked back into my bedroom and saw the empty bed, I realized that this was indeed the case.

  Nina

  I wasn’t sure how I would get home; all I had known was that I’d needed to get out of Dylan’s apartment as soon as possible, away from Dylan. I couldn’t stand being around him another second. Once more, the sensation of being suffocated overtook me and I wanted nothing more than to get out of my own skin. I shuddered. What was wrong with me? What the hell had made me freak out like that?

  I couldn’t complain about the way Dylan had taken me—it had been great, so great I couldn’t remember the last time I had enjoyed sex this much. I had especially liked the way he had looked me in the eyes the entire time, as something in them had urged me to come harder, longer, stronger than ever. But then, as he himself came, that had all changed, and I needed to get away from him, yet I had been too paralyzed to do something about it, say something.

  As soon as Dylan had left the bedroom for the snacks, I had thrown on my clothes and snuck out of his place as quietly as I could. Leaving his building, I inhaled the flower-filled, mild air, feeling instantly better, that rope of oppression that had wrapped itself so snugly around my neck, choking me, almost gone. I dug for my cell in my purse and got it out. With any luck, there would be some juice left in it. It turned out it was thirty percent charged still. My neighbor Nixon, a Puerto Rican trainer with so many tattoos he looked like he was wearing a very thin bodysuit of ink, had texted me five times:

  Am ready in 10 and can be by Schiller’s in 20. Work for you?

  I’m leaving now. Be there in ten.

  Helloo!! Aren’t you getting my texts?

  I’m here.

  Well, it looks like you’re having a grand time with that dude. Text me if you need me to come get you. But I’ll go to bed by eleven.

  Shit. I had totally forgotten about Nixon and I hadn’t heard my phone. He’d dropped me off at Schiller’s on his way to see a client and was supposed to have picked me up on his way back, as I’d had no plans of staying long with Dylan. Not driving my own car allowed me to drink more alcohol than I’d otherwise been able to do. I must’ve been so engrossed with Dylan and our flirting that I hadn’t noticed Nixon coming by.

  I checked the time. It was almost one o’clock and the full moon was high in the inky sky. Well, it was definitely too late to call Nixon and ask him for a ride home now. Since I didn’t feel like hitchhiking, my only
other option was to try getting a cab—not an easy feat under the best of circumstances in a city as car-dominant as L.A. Or I could call Ricki and beg her to come pick me up, but that had to be my last resort. Ricki would be in no mood to get up and drive all the way from West L.A. to the Hollywood Hills, but, being such a softie and great friend, I knew she wouldn’t be able to say no.

  I called several cab companies, but I had no luck. I even held out a halfhearted thumb to several cars as they drove by. All ignored me. Damn it. I had no choice but to call Ricki. I prayed my friend hadn’t turned off her phone for the night. After several rings, Ricki picked up, sounding groggy.

  “Hello…”

  Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I blurted, “Thank God you didn’t turn your phone off!”

  A beat passed during which I could almost hear Ricki’s sleep-heavy brain rousing, becoming fully alert. “I’m beginning to think I should have… What time is it?”

  “A quarter to two. Listen, I’m so, so sorry to call and wake you up like this, but I really need your help. I’m stuck out in the Hollywood Hills and can’t get home. I’ve tried calling a cab forever, even hitchhiking, but nothing’s working.” I made my voice small. “Could you please come pick me up?”

  “What are you doing up there?”

  “As soon as I see you, I’ll explain. So you’re coming then?”

  Ricki grumbled something inaudible. “Fine, I’ll be there. But you’ll owe me. Where are you exactly?”

  I explained my location and we hung up.

  Dylan

  I was staring at the empty king-sized bed with the rumpled satin sheets. Why did she leave? Had she been that upset? I still couldn’t figure out exactly what I must have done to make her sneak out of my apartment like that. I froze. Maybe she had stolen something… My credit cards and cash. I put down the snacks and drinks and spun around, searching my bedroom for my pants. There they were, crumpled up on the soft, creamy white carpet. I walked over and picked them up, found my wallet in my back pocket. I opened it. The cash and cards were still there.