Trigger

by Julia Derek

  “I love waking up and the first thing I see is your beautiful behind.”

  I realized I was only wearing my G-string at the moment. I could only imagine the view he had while I was bent over texting Ricki. The notion of being on such display for him sent a shot of heat up between my legs. I was an exhibitionist after all. The way he was looking at me told me he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me, only serving to intensify the tingling warmth between my legs. I smiled back at him. Things were back to normal, just like they should be.

  He extended a hand in my direction. “Come here, you sexy little thing…”

  I sauntered over to him, his words making me feel sexy, in charge. When I reached him, his face only inches away from my stomach, he slipped an arm around my butt and pulled me close. He covered the skin immediately above and around my panties with feather-light kisses and squeezed my buttocks. The heat between my legs grew and I put a hand on his head, stroking his hair. His mouth moved over to my panties and his kisses got more demanding the closer to my clit he got. His hands forced me to spread my legs wider, then one of them came to the front of me. His fingers slipped under the sheer material of my panties and two of them slowly disappeared inside my now considerable wetness. As he began thrusting his fingers deep into me, his tongue worked my clit over my panties. I moaned, grabbing his hair with my hands and pressed his mouth closer to my center. He moved my panties aside with his other hand and eagerly filled his mouth with as much as he could of me.

  As he came up for a bit of air, he mumbled, “Your pussy tastes so good. I could stay down here forever. Please sit on my face.”

  Doing as he wanted, I straddled his face, moving back and forth over his eager mouth. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to release, but I wanted to feel him inside me before that happened. I pulled myself away from his firm hands and slid down his strong body, knowing already that his cock would be hard as a rock, just the way I wanted. Finding it, I guided it inside me and slowly sank down over it, letting it fill me up while enjoying watching him squirm with pleasure underneath me. As I rode him, his hands found my breasts that he squeezed hard. The orgasm I had avoided so narrowly surged through me then, making every part of my body feel electric. I arched my back, feeling my release intensify as Dylan pinched my already hard nipples so hard it almost hurt. As the delicious waves began to fade, I slowed my speed above him, riding slower and slower.

  Suddenly, he grabbed me and flipped me around so I ended up on my back. He forced my legs apart and steered his still very much erect cock between my folds. He met my eyes, his dark with desire. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

  I did as he wanted and, amazingly, as he kept drilling me deeply, I felt myself nearing another, even stronger release. Between my half closed eyes, I saw him watch me intently, sometimes me touching myself, but mostly my face as I was gasping beneath him.

  “God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful. Now come for me again. I know you can.”

  It didn’t take many seconds for that second orgasm to begin to roll over me, starting from my toes, then racing up my legs all the way up to the crown of my head. I felt as though I had been lowered into a bath of stirring ecstasy, every part of me trembling as I reached the finish line. As I saw Dylan’s face contort with pleasure as he himself was nearing release, I closed my eyes, not daring to look at his face.

  Dylan

  Watching Nina close her eyes took the edge of the pleasure that escalated within me, thwarting my approaching orgasm. My thrusting into her slowed as I fought the hurt her cutting herself off from me caused yet again. It needed to stop once and for all; ignoring it was not the right method. I leaned closer to her, so close our faces were only inches apart.

  “Nina,” I whispered. She opened her eyes halfway, cautiously. Enough for me to see the fear in them.

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to look at me when I come. I want you to see me.”

  “No… I can’t.” She turned her face away. I cupped her chin and turned her gaze to mine. She had closed her eyes again.

  “Nina. Look at me. It’ll be okay. I promise. You just have to stay with the discomfort. It’ll never go away if you keep avoiding it.”

  To my surprise, she opened her eyes halfway again. Her responding so quickly to my request turned me on so much my cock hardened. I began to thrust deeper into her again, all the while looking deeply into her eyes. She squirmed with pleasure underneath me.

  “Oh, so you like that, huh?” I murmured.

  “Yes…” she gasped and I could see the passion reigniting in her. I increased my pace and she moaned.

  “Want me to keep fucking you like that, Nina?”

  “Uh-huh…”

  “I will if you keep looking at me. Watch me come hard inside you. Watch how much I love coming in you. Will you do that for me?” I punctuated each sentence with a deep, hard plunge into her.

  Instead of answering, she let out a loud whimper. The way she was contracting, I could tell she was nearing another orgasm.

  I picked up my pace, close to coming myself.

  “Look at me, Nina. Look at me or I’ll stop fucking you.”

  She sucked in a breath, holding my gaze. Tears began streaming down her cheeks.

  “Yes, that’s right, Nina. Let it out. You’ll feel so good once it’s gone. Let it go.”

  I pulled her legs apart wider and thrust into her violently, the release gathering inside me, Nina herself coming suddenly in a series of loud moans. As I felt myself about to explode, I kept staring into her terrified eyes, watched her face her fears.

  “It’ll be okay, Nina. Let it go. No one’s gonna hurt you. I love you. You’re safe with me. I love you.”

  Then I came hard, all the while holding her gaze. As the last waves of ecstasy rolled off me, I collapsed on top of Nina. I could feel her shivering underneath me, her cheeks wet from hot tears against my neck. I hugged her close and let her cry for several minutes while I kept reassuring her that I loved her, that it would all be okay. She had nothing to fear. She was safe with me.

  Nina was lying cradled in my arms long after she had stopped crying, neither of us saying a word, just listening to the bird twittering outside. She played with the hair on my chest.

  “Did you mean that?” she said.

  “What? That I love you?”

  “Yes.”

  I thought about her question. Then I rolled her so she ended on top of me, facing me.

  “Yes,” I said and kissed her gently. “I do love you. I really do. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.”

  Her eyes lit up and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Well, that’s cool.”

  I raised a brow. “That’s cool?”

  “Yeah. I mean, you know, since I love you, too.”

  I laughed. “Oh, okay. Got it. I guess it is cool then.”

  Nina

  “He wants you to come to dinner at his mother’s place?” Ricki almost screamed into my ear over the phone. “Oh, my God! You do know what that means, right?” “No, I don’t, please do fill me in. But don’t scream while doing it. I’m not a ninety-year-old lady with hearing issues, you know.”

  “Sorry. I’m just so excited for you. You so deserve it.”

  “Deserve what?”

  “That this guy clearly has serious intentions with you, silly. Why else would he want you to meet his mother?”

  “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” I felt a smile spread over my lips. “He does seem like he wants to be pretty serious with me, I have to admit.” I had spent the last several days in a pink-colored state of bliss. Dylan and I had been seeing each other on a daily basis since Nixon’s birthday party. I had decided I was an idiot for having thought relationships were only a nuisance, a waste of time for smart people since they were bound to fall apart sooner or later anyway. Now, what I had with
Dylan couldn’t be better. The two of us went for romantic dinners, watched movies curled up on the couch, baked cookies together—a secret hobby of Dylan’s—even went running along the beach. If we couldn’t get together one evening, we made sure we’d at least sleep together, so either I spent the night at Dylan’s house, or he at mine. In between all activities we had sex, lots of sex, which only kept getting better. I had never been multi-orgasmic, but with Dylan I experienced them most times we made love. Long story short, I felt like I had died and entered heaven. Last night had been especially amazing, and as I relived it in my head, I smiled wider.

  “….hellooo.” Ricki said in my ear. “Are you listening to me? I feel like I’m giving a monologue.”

  “Sorry. Zoned out a little. What were you saying?”

  “Wow, you’re really in deep with this guy, aren’t you? I was talking about how great it was that you’re meeting his mother and then I asked how come you’re only meeting her. Are his parents divorced?”

  “No, his dad passed away from prostate cancer several years ago. And so far, his mom remains single.”

  “Oh, that’s so sad. Give him my condolences.”

  “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” I said and squeezed the phone between my head and shoulder so I could paint my toenails. “It didn’t exactly happen yesterday. Besides, I think he’s okay with it by now. Well, as okay as you can ever be with one of your parents dying…”

  “Yeah, that’s true.” She sighed. “It’s too bad. Losing your dad like that must be rough.”

  “I agree.”

  “Where does his mother live?”

  “In Beverly Hills. In the same house that he grew up in.”

  “Figured it would be in an area like that. He comes from money, right? Not that it’s anything wrong with that.” I could hear the content smile in Ricki’s voice.

  “Right. It isn’t.” I smiled again myself. Only a few months ago, I would have felt differently. That coming from money must mean you’re a jerk by default, like most of the students at Harvard Westlake.

  “Are you nervous?” Ricki said. “What are you gonna wear?”

  “I’ll wear something proper. Like a nice top and a skirt.”

  “Don’t dress too nicey-nice. You want them to see the real you, not some fake chick.”

  I giggled. “Do you really think I’d be able to hide my true persona with clothes?”

  “Yeah, maybe not. Now that I think about it, that would be kinda hard… Do you want me to come over and do your hair before you go?”

  “You mean you want me to make you some more pierogis. I wish I could make them for you, but I’m going to visit my mom during the day. It’s been a while since I went home, so I’m due. Alex’s being difficult again. Besides, I really don’t think Dylan’s mom cares if I have corkscrews in my hair or not.”

  “I’m that obvious, huh?” Ricki let out an affected sigh. “What can I say? You’ve got me addicted to those damn things!”

  “No worries. I’m happy to make them for you some other time.”

  We made plans to meet up at a coffee shop in Santa Monica later to do some shopping before disconnecting.

  Dylan

  I was spending Sunday with my mother, helping her prepare for the dinner we would have with Nina later. My sister would be there, joining us as soon as she was done at the baby shower she was attending, as well as Victor, sans his family. My uncle was excited to finally get to meet Nina and didn’t feel like having a bunch of kids around to distract him while he got to know her.

  Because Rosa, the maid, had the day off, my mom and I were unloading the groceries we’d bought so she could cook her special fish entrée later. When I had removed the last item from my brown paper bag, I began folding it while finishing up our conversation regarding what Nina was all about. I wanted to make sure I had touched on any subject my mom might want to avoid or thread carefully around to ensure the dinner went without a hitch. Not that she was particularly nosy, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. God only knew Nina and I had experienced enough hitches so far.

  “She comes from a very messed up situation,” I said. “Her dad left her mother when Nina was only five. Then her mother got another husband, who dumped her a couple years later only to marry a third loser. It was with that third guy that her mother had the half brother, Alex. Unfortunately, that third guy took off too, leaving her to raise both kids on her own and with hardly any money.”

  “My goodness,” my mother said, putting a carton of milk into the fridge. “I can’t imagine what a tough time her mother must’ve had being on her own with two kids in a foreign country.” She tsk’d, shaking her blond head with vigor. “Some men are just awful!”

  “True. Anyway, so asking about her family might not be so smart at this point. Not that she’s ashamed of her family or anything, but it’s not something she loves to talk about, either.”

  “Will keep that in mind.” She patted my arm. “Thanks for giving me the heads up, honey.”

  “Sure.” I had only told my mom about Nina’s family background and what she was doing for a living, matters she would likely ask about. At the moment, I didn’t see the point in also bringing up that Nina had been the victim of severe bullying. My mother, loathing bullies as much as I did, was bound to let something slip if she knew about it—at least if she got a little tipsy—and I was sure that would make Nina uncomfortable. The last thing I wanted was for Nina not to have a good time with my family tonight, and after this conversation I was sure she’d have a great one.

  I hoped I would have as good a time when I had dinner with Nina’s mother and brother the following week. Nina had already set up a date for the four of us to have dinner so her family got to meet me. When she’d asked if I was available the night in question, I had said yes despite that I really should have attended a work event. But I’d figured I might as well get the trip to Downtown L.A. over with as soon as possible. Declining to go to Nina’s childhood house when her mother had invited me—especially after she had come to mine—was not an option, no matter how much I disliked going to the hood. The last time I had visited a similar area someone had scratched the entire side of my car. And that had been during the day. It wouldn’t surprise me if something like that happened this time, too. As soon as I could, I’d help Nina’s mother and brother get a place in a better neighborhood.

  I was determined to take care of her family the same way I was planning on taking care of Nina. After all the hardship they had suffered, they deserved to have an easier time from now on. My family and I certainly had the means, not to mention character to make sure her kid brother, for example, got on the right track. Based on what I’d learned about him from Nina, Alex was a big-time troublemaker with criminal tendencies. With the right guidance, that trend could be reversed. I would see to it that the kid got a good tutor to help him do better in school and introduce him to my sister, so Elle could get Alex to see why he needed to remain in sports. According to Nina, Alex had recently quit the basketball team and she was worried that meant he’d fallen back into his old patterns, hanging out with the wrong kind of people.

  I nodded to myself, content. Yes, I’d make sure Alex got to meet my sister as soon as possible. Not only was my sister very cute—which meant a hormone-riddled kid like Alex was bound to develop a crush on her—but she was also the nicest, highest quality person I had ever known apart from my mother. When Alex found out what a cool, high-paying job she had and how playing sports had helped her develop the discipline required to land such a gig, I was sure Alex would feel inspired to take up basketball again.

  Nina

  I flung my arms around my gangly kid brother. “I’m so glad to hear that, Alex! You don’t know how worried I’ve been about you.”

  I felt my brother return my bear hug with awkward hands, barely touching me. Still, it was a step in the right direction. Ever since he’d turned eleven and began turning into a man, he’d acted aloof with me, like
he was too cool to show affection any longer. I squeezed him close, got up on my tippy toes and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, before letting go of him again.

  “You don’t have to worry,” he mumbled. “I get that it was stupid of me to ditch the team. I was just being a baby. It was actually my fault that we got into a fight. So I told him sorry and we’re friends now.”

  I gazed at my brother, who was much taller than me now, and smiled. “I knew you’d come to your senses. I’m so proud of you.” That wasn’t actually completely true—I’d definitely had my doubts—but that was unnecessary to bring up now that he had realized on his own that he was as much at fault for the quarrel with that other kid as the kid had been. I turned to our mom. She was a small woman with streaks of gray in her dark hair. Almost fifty, she was still attractive despite the bags under her hazel eyes and the many lines in her face caused by all the stress over the years. In her youth, she had been very beautiful.

  “He’s becoming a man finally,” I said, beaming at her. “Can you believe it?”

  “I’m not sure yet,” Mom said and wiped down the area next to the kitchen sink. “We have to see.” Her eyes that were so much like mine gleamed with happiness, contradicting the vagueness of her answer, telling me that she, too, believed Alex was maturing. He was going to be fine after all.

  “Okay,” I said, “now that that’s settled, let’s eat. I need me some blinis, mamulya.”

  No one made Russian crepes like Mom, and it had been a while since I had gotten a chance to eat them.

  Mom smiled and nodded toward the table in the middle of the kitchen we were standing in. “You kids sit down and I bring them.”

  Alex and I scurried to the table and plopped down on two of the chairs around it, eagerly awaiting the blinis, both of us grinning big. I looked at my brother and giggled, a sense of contentment spreading within me. Alex was definitely maturing. It was a subtle thing that you only noticed if you looked closely, but it was there. Mom and I had both worried far too much about what had proven to be a fairly minor matter. Thank God.