Wednesday Night
Kirsten was getting ready for her date with Trevor while Emily was sitting on her bed just watching her do her thing. She decided on wearing jeans and a tight black sweater. She was going to wear a skirt, but decided against it. She didn't want Trevor to think he had any sort of easy access to anything.
"I can't believe he came into the gallery just to ask you out. You must admit, that took courage." Emily was still amazed Kirsten was going out with this rich, water polo hottie.
"I am sure he didn't think twice about it. Do you know how many times a week he must do that?"
"Then why go?"
"Why not?" Kirsten thought that was a good enough answer as any, as she put the finishing touches on her make-up.
"If you know how he is, why agree to go? It doesn't make much sense to me."
"You and Sandy." She said it low but Emily still heard her.
"Oh, so Sandy doesn't approve, so you figured you would go just go to piss him off?"
"No, it's nothing like that. My decision to finally go out with Trevor was my totally my decision. It wasn't based on anyone else's feelings toward the matter. Although, I bet Allison would be pushing me out the door right now if she was here. I just feel like having a little bit of fun. I am tired of being so uptight about this kind of thing."
"So you've already made up your mind about how far tonight will go?" Emily couldn't believe this was the same girl she has known all this time.
"Yes, and it's not that far although I am prepared for whatever agenda he is planning."
"What has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you become so carefree overnight?"
"I don't know, but I am kind of liking it. It is like I am getting to come out of my shell and experience new things and new people." She thought about being more like what Sandy said she should be. This would be a test run. She knew it was mean to use Trevor this way, but he has been using girls for years now. Thinking of Sandy, she almost forgot to mention the party.
"Are you free tomorrow night? I saw Paul and Sandy yesterday and they are having a party tomorrow night at their house. They told me to invite everyone. You'll come, right?"
"Yeah. Why not? Plus I am sure Trevor will be there, so I can see this new Kirsten in action." Emily couldn't wait to see that.
Kirsten put on her shoes and grabbed her purse. As she headed for the door, she called back, "Don't wait up" in a sing-song voice. Emily jumped off the bed and ran to her purse. She pulled out 2 condoms and handed them to Kirsten. "Just in case this new Kirsten really comes out, I still want her to be safe."
Kirsten was going to reject the gesture, but figured it really could do no harm. She waited for Trevor in the lobby. She didn't want him to get too comfortable in her dorm room. He pulled up in a Mustang convertible and got out to open the door for her. She rolled her eyes thinking to herself that he must think he is so smooth.
They ate dinner and the conversation flowed nicely. There were a few awkward silences that he tried to fill, but it just wasn't working. After they ordered coffee and dessert, he brought up something that was on his mind.
"Why did you finally say yes to go out with me?" He couldn't imagine the answer.
"I don't know. I just figured I would try to lighten up a bit and just have some fun. Besides, finals are around the corner and who has time then to do anything?" Kirsten didn't dare tell him that she figured this one date would lead to him eventually leaving her alone.
"Well, I am glad you came to your senses."
Is he kidding, she thought. Just go with it, she told herself.
"Want to go to that piano bar and hear some live music? The place is supposed to be great and it's close."
Kirsten agreed and Trevor paid the bill. As they walked, he put his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She didn't object because it felt nice, but it didn't seem natural. Everything seemed so forced with him. They arrived at the piano bar and Trevor tipped the Maitre D' to make sure they got a booth in the back of the place where it was really dark. Kirsten slid in first and Trevor ordered them two glasses of wine. Kirsten was really watching what she drank because she tended to lose all inhibitions when she had one too many.
As an hour went by, Trevor was making his move and Kirsten recognized all the signs. She was tormented because she wanted to kiss him, but knew it probably wasn't the best of ideas. He kept his one arm around her, rubbing her shoulder and sometimes moving to her neck. He would lean in every now and then to whisper something in her ear, using disturbance of the musician as an excuse. The last time he did it, he didn't whisper anything. She felt his warm breath on her ear and his wet tongue and lips meet with her ear lobe. That was one of her spots. How did he know that? It took Jimmy six months to figure that out. It definitely got her going. He used his other hand to tilt her face from looking at the musician to looking at him. She looked up into his eyes but they were already closed. As he leaned in, he parted his lips and pulled her head toward him at the same time. Kirsten was taken off guard, but she recovered quickly. His slightly parted lips turned into full open mouth kisses in the matter of seconds.
Kirsten felt self-conscious about kissing him like this in the middle of a bar. Even though they were in the complete dark, she couldn't let herself get caught up in the moment. Her mind was everywhere but on him. He forced his tongue into her mouth and instead of seductively sliding it in and out, he kept it there. He swirled it around for what felt like a hundred times, which resulted in forced, wet, sloppy kisses. Kirsten then felt his hands pulling her closer to him, almost on his lap. All Kirsten kept thinking was that there was no way she was going to straddled him in this booth right then and there. She didn't even think she wanted to do that in the privacy of her dorm room. Then she felt it. His right hand made its way from the back of her neck, over her shoulder and to her left breast. Kirsten let herself get lost in his touch for a little bit just because it felt so good. How could it not? Trevor finally separated his face from hers and moved his wet lips to her neck. She felt his hands slide to her waistline, and lift the hem of her sweater. She looked down and was able to see the hardening in his pants. He slid his hands beneath and she felt his cold fingertips making their way up past her stomach and back to her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he pulled the cup of her lacy bra down and revealed her naked-ness to his hand. He pinched her nipples and it actually hurt. That was what broke Kirsten out of this turned on trace. There was nothing soft, gentle or romantic about this whole situation.
"Trevor, stop!" She said it forcefully but kept her voice low. She didn't need to draw any attention to herself. "This is not what I want to be doing and certainly not here." She thought she made herself clear as she pushed his hands out from underneath her top. She tried to fix her bra in the process without making it look obvious.
"Okay. No worries. We can go back to my place and continue this. We just have to wait for the check. In the meanwhile..." He pulled her right hand and put it on his hard cock. She couldn't believe his nerve. She withdrew her hand immediately.
"Trevor, I know you thought because I agreed to come here with you that we were going to..." Kirsten waved her hand gesturing between the two of them.
"Fuck?" He finished for her.
"Thanks for putting it so eloquently, but yes that is what I meant. I had no intentions of doing that tonight and I am sorry if I gave you that impression."
"You're serious, aren't you?" He didn't want to believe it.
"Yes, I'm serious. I am not saying I am completely closed to the idea ever, but not right now, not like this. I just don't think you are my type. You enjoy public displays of this behavior and I just can't get into it. I'm sorry." Kirsten really shouldn't have cared what he thought but she did feel bad leaving him in this state. It was just who she was.
"Don't be sorry, but I do have one question. Does this have anything to do with Sandy Cohen?"
"What!"
"Well,.it seemed like you were going to be really into this when you accepted yesterday, and then you and Sandy had some sort of conversation when Paul and I walked out. Since I picked you up tonight, you have been a little cold. You know, it's no secret that guy isn't a fan of mine."
"This has nothing to do with Sandy!" She was now mad at him. How could he think she bases personal decisions of what Sandy Cohen thinks. "I just think you are being a little pushy, and it's not my thing."
"Oh, so you like to be in control? I am all for that!"
"Trevor, come on! Take me home please?"
"Yeah sure, but if this is your way of lightening up and having some fun, Kirsten, I have to say, you need to work on those skills."
They drove back to her dorm in silence. Trevor was still trying to scheme of plan to get her to change her mind and the only way he figured to do that would be to challenge her stance. Kirsten was just angry. Angry at herself for not letting loose, and angry at Trevor for pushing her. Maybe she wanted to do this on her terms. Maybe that is why it worked so well with Jimmy. She hated not feeling in control in any situation and that is how Trevor made this date...on his terms. She had to change that fast or else she was going to regret it.
The pulled up in front of Kirsten's dorm room and Trevor made no effort to get out and open the door for her this time. She knew he was pissed, but there was no reason to be rude.
"Trevor," Kirsten began but was rudely interrupted.
"Kirsten, I get it. You are a tease. You are and always will be one of those girls who think they can get whatever they want whenever they want it. It just doesn't work like that for me."
Without hesitation, Kirsten put her hands on his face and pulled herself toward him. She quickly brushed her lips against his and started to kiss him. It wasn't anything too sensual but it was enough to get her point across. She pulled herself away from him before his hands even had a chance to wander. She opened the door and got out of the car, but before walking into her dorm she turned around and leaned over to him and said, "Well, you see Trevor, it works like that for me. I wouldn't be such a tease if I was actually interested in anything you had to offer."
Trevor sat there in shock. He knew Kirsten was tough, but he didn't know her to be cruel. He didn't want to waste his time with this anymore. He didn't even wait for her to get in the building because he didn't care. He sped out of there with his tail between his legs, and Kirsten never felt better.
After going through the evening's events with Allison, detail by detail, Kirsten finally got into bed. Allison thought she should have done more with him and let the burn sting a little bit more. Kirsten had no interest. She felt great about how things turned out and felt like she was in complete control of the situation. She just hoped she didn't have to see Trevor at Sandy's party tomorrow night. Maybe she just wouldn't go and avoid the situation all together.
Thursday Morning
Sandy had not been up this early in a long time. He had so much to do and little time to do it. He was rushing across campus, trying to make a meeting with one of his law professors when he saw Trevor walking the other way. Sandy was hoping Trevor wasn't on campus this early because he slept at Kirsten's dorm. His clothes looked fresh and he looked well put together, so he assumed not. He had more faith in Kirsten.
"Hey Sandy, how's it going?"
"It's going. Just trying to get a bunch of stuff done now, so I can lay in bed all day tomorrow nursing what I am sure will be a very bad hangover."
"Well, I am sure it will be a blast." Trevor thought about his incident with Kirsten last night and really didn't want to see her. He thought about how she would be laughing at him with all her friends. If there was one thing he knew about women, it was that they always told their friends everything. "Unfortunately Cohen. I don't think I am going to make it. I actually am going home for the weekend, and am leaving tonight. But have one for me okay?" He started to walk away trying to avoid any interrogation.
"Yeah. Ok. By the way, how did you date with Kirsten go?" It was killing him to find out something especially since he knew Kirsten wouldn't tell him anything. Friends or not, she wouldn't spill any details to him.
Trevor didn't want to let Sandy know she got the best of him, but he didn't want to lie because that would only make him look worse if he found out the truth. "Well, you know the type of girl Kirsten is, she just loves being in control. See you later Sandy." He winked when he said it and Sandy stood there dumbfounded.
All Sandy kept picturing was Kirsten and Trevor together. Maybe she really was just looking to have a good time and let herself go a little bit. He just couldn't picture it. He could see her being in control though. That was just her Type-A personality. He quickly dismissed all thoughts of them. He figured, at least, he didn't have to see Trevor tonight. He knew he would be hitting on every other girl in the room, and he was glad Kirsten didn't have to watch that. Sandy was sure Trevor was not at all honest with his intentions toward Kirsten.
Thursday Night
The party was in full swing by the time Kirsten, Emily, Allison and the rest of her friends arrived. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, joints were being passed and people were smiling everywhere. It seemed as if everyone was having a great time. Kirsten didn't want to get there too early because she knew Sandy would make fun of her timeliness.
Surprisingly, Kirsten and her friends knew a lot of people there. Berkeley was not as large as it seemed sometimes. She saw Sandy in the kitchen standing by the keg most of the night. He looked busy talking to so many people as they came to refill their beer. She was drinking wine and really had no excuse to go in there. Plus, there was this tall, brunette hanging all over him. She wanted to at least say hello, but she didn't want to interrupt. He seemed to be doing very well.
Sandy didn't see any of the girls from Kirsten's dorm and figured she just didn't show up. He was a little disappointed, but his time was being consumed by Jessica. She was a girl Sandy had slept with about a year ago, but Sandy's honesty was something she didn't believe. She felt that she could change him and make him into something he was not. That didn't happen and Sandy and her remained friends even though she always tried to get him back. Sandy knew it would never work and always blew her off.
Sandy finally saw Kirsten and made his way over to her.
"Hey you. I am glad you made it. I didn't think you were going to come." After about 9 beers, Sandy was definitely feeling drunk. He tried to play it off but Kirsten could totally tell. He was drinking water at this point so he didn't miss the rest of the party.
"Of course, my friends and I are whipping up the guys from your law classes in speed quarters." She had a few drinks herself and was feeling great. She was just at the point of where she started losing her inhibitions. "Drinking water?"
"Yeah, I am trying to keep a good pace here. I don't want to miss anything and I can see that this is going to be a long night."
He looked so damn good, Kirsten thought to herself.
"Cohen, there's a shot in here that's got your name on it." Someone called from the kitchen.
"Go, I have to get back to my game anyway. I'll talk to you later."
"So much for pacing myself."
Sandy left her and thought how that body, that looked so damn hot, was on top of Trevor last night. It turned his stomach and just wanted to drink that image away.
Kirsten walked back over to Allison and she was giving her a look.
"What?" Kirsten asked innocently.
"You know what!" Kirsten was trying not to smile but she knew where Allison was going this. "You need to make a move on Sandy. Kirsten, come on, look how good he looks. If you don't I might!"
"Don't you dare!" She shot back a little too quickly. "It just weird. I am so attracted to him, but yet we are in this friends zone now. I can't imagine getting involved with him."
"That's not what I am saying. You guys can be friends with benefits. He probably has never had the continual fuck buddy and he probably needs it and much as you do."
"Thanks Al, but as fun as that sounds, I am going to need a lot more liquor in me. Plus, I think he has his hand full with that girl that's all over him."
"It sounds like we need to do some shots!" They made their way into the kitchen and Emily was getting shot licked off her stomach from Paul. I definitely need to get that drunk, Kirsten thought to herself.
And that was exactly what happened. It seemed as if everyone was doing body shots off of everyone. Everything seemed a little bit blurry, but in a good way. Kirsten spotted Sandy in the corner in what looked like an uncomfortable conversation. She grabbed Allison and Emily and moved closer so she could overhear what was going on.
"Jessica, come on, I don't want to do this to you. I tried being honest and it didn't work. Besides, you just told me you have a boyfriend now. I cannot be that guy. The one that helps you cheat. It's just not my style."
Kirsten stepped further away because that was all she needed to hear. Emily and Allison followed and Allison was the first to speak up. "He's noble too. It's all you!."
The party eventually moved back into the living room where everyone was passing around a joint. Slowly, one by one people began to pass out, including Jessica. Sandy stayed in the kitchen, while filling up a glass of water. Kirsten saw him in the kitchen alone and figured she would bring the joint to him.
"Hit?" She offered up the joint. "To go along with your water?"
He smiled at her, taking the joint in his hands. After blowing off the excess ash and fixing the tip, he tokes away. His eyes never left her. "Thanks. I needed that."
"You smoke a lot? You seem to know what you are doing!"
"You judging me again?"
"Maybe." She loved playing this game with him.
"Do you?" He asked her back hoping to get a response so he would know how to answer.
"Sometimes. It helps me relax a bit, but I wouldn't consider myself a complete burn-out." She then realized his tactics. "Hey, I asked you first."
"I know." He took one more puff and passed it to her.
She took another hit, but knew that was going to be it for her. She was passed her limit. The situation was set up for her to make her move. Her thoughts were interrupted.
"So, where's Trevor? I figured you guys would have came together after such a big night."
"Are you kidding? Even if it was a "big night" as you put it, I wouldn't be foolish enough to think he could be here with me the next day. We just went to dinner and that new piano bar. That was it."
"No need to defend yourself to me, Kirsten. I don't judge, remember. Besides, I ran into Trevor this morning and he told me he was going home for the weekend. But it seems like he had a good time last night, if you were wondering."
"Really? What did he say?" Kirsten knew Trevor must have fabricated some sort of story to look good in front of Sandy.
"Just that you like to be in control!" He smiled as he said it, knowing it would embarrass her.
"Well, he really has no idea what he is talking about." Kirsten noticed Sandy's almost disappointed look. This was her chance not to turn back. "Disappointed Sanford?"
"Well, I, I …" He lost all ability to form words together. Kirsten knew she got to him and loved every minute of it.
"Just say it, since when do you hold back?" Kirsten was dying to know what wheel the mice were spinning on up there in his head.
"I just figured you to be the type of girl that would want all the control." He couldn't even look her in the eye. He took the burning joint out of her hand and put it out . He didn't need the fire department coming and he could tell she was about to drop it any second. She was definitely drunk, but still somehow looked so well put together.
She laughed off his last comment but continued forward. "You interested in finding out?" She couldn't believe that just came out of her mouth, but everything with the two of them just flowed so easily.
He just stared at her blankly. Was she serious? Play it cool, he kept saying over and over in his own head.
"Maybe." He walked out the kitchen and toward his bedroom. Since she was the one that put this thought into his head, he just assumed she would follow. When he turned around, she hadn't moved.
Kirsten's feet were glued to that spot for a second before he turned around to look at her. All she saw was those deep blue eyes and she was immediately behind him. When they got to Sandy's room, both were afraid to say anything. Neither wanted to ruin what was about to happen. Kirsten knew words would somehow get in the way of her courage. Thoughts in her head would invade what her body actually wanted. Sandy knew if Kirsten revealed any of her former self he was fond of, there was no way he was going to go through with this. He also knew, like always, he had to be honest with her. He opened the door and he let Kirsten step in ahead of him. She looked around the room and took in her surroundings. There were books everywhere which stood as a reminder that he must really have an intelligent soul. Sandy closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. He couldn't help wondering what it would be like to become physical with her.
She turned back to look at him and he had not moved from his position of holding up the door. "For someone with great skills you claim to have, you are rather shy."
"I thought you wanted to control the situation." It was statement, but it came out like a question, lacking his usual confidence. He was starting to lose his nerve. He knew this was the alcohol making her act out.
She walked up to him and put both her hands on his chest. "Always." She replied. All she kept thinking was how incredible he looked this close to her. Her hands moved from his chest which was rock hard, to his shoulders and eventually to his back. He has an incredible body. She was getting wet just thinking about what the next half hour held.
Sandy was just watching her in amazement. She was sexy as hell, but the key was that she took her time getting what she wanted. Everyone knew she always got what she wanted. He felt her body against his, and her breasts pushed up against her chest. He didn't dare move his hands. He was afraid to do anything; a position he never found himself in before.
Kirsten leaned in so that their lips were an inch apart. She gave him her best seductive smile and leaned into what might have been the best kiss of her life. First, their lips just lightly brushed together, but Sandy couldn't help but move it forward. He was a 22. He needed to act like it sometimes. He sucked on her bottom lip letting her know that he was interested. She parted her lips ever so slightly, and he instead of sliding his tongue in, he just licked the outside of her lips. It took Kirsten by surprise, but it felt so good. She then took the initiative and slid her tongue in his mouth, but immediately withdrew it, not giving him a chance to touch it with his own. She pulled back and smiled, knowing she had him. She started to unbutton his shirt, never losing eye contact. Sandy's eyes seemed to always tell a story and this chapter should have been titled shocked. He recovered though and instead of thinking with his head, he started thinking with his groin. He took her face in his hands and leaned in slowly. It was killing her and he knew it. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and she couldn't get enough of his body. She was sure her underwear were soaked by this point.
He needed to taste her, so as soon as their lips met again, he inserted his tongue and massaged hers. She was an incredible kisser, what else was she good at, he couldn't help but think to himself. As their kisses became more passionate, Kirsten pulled his shirt over his shoulders. As she leaned in to rub her hands over his back, she felt the swelling in his pants against her. He wrapped both his arms around her and he was reached down to grab her ass. He always admired her ass and way it swayed when she walked with her hips moving from side to side. Kirsten immediately grabbed his hand and he couldn't help but think he went too far. Apparently not, because she led his hand to her breast encouraging him to squeeze and do whatever he pleased. He just placed his thumb over her nipple and used a circular motion to feel them harden through her bra and blouse. He loved that women could react to something that simple. She pushed herself away from him and stepped back really getting a good look at his body. She gave him another smile and lifted her arms over her head. He felt the hem of her shirt with his fingers and looked into her eyes waiting for the okay. She just looked at him impatiently. He smiled and in one motion, lifted the blouse over her head. He pulled her to him and spun them around so her back was against the door. His pushed his body against hers just hard enough for her to feel him beneath her. They continued their deep kissing while she rotated her hips to really feel his depth even if it was through his jeans. He loved how wild she was getting and never thought he would see this side to her. And just when he thought she was done surprising him, she reached down in between them and grabbed his cock. Through his jeans, she could tell he was big which only made her curiosity beg for more. He let out a groan. The first audible sound other than the heavy breathing, and it came from him. Success, she thought!
As her hands ran up and down his length, he reached behind her with one hand and unhooked her bra. This boy had skills. He kissed her neck and made his way to where the strap of her bra was just a moment before. As he took in the taste of her, he slowly moved the bra from both her arms. She released his cock, let the bra slid off to join their shirts on the floor. His lips made their way to her mounds and he sucked them gently. She didn't have very big breasts, but they were perky and hard and that was enough to turn him on. His hands moved back to her ass, not daring them to move to the front of her body just yet. He kept pulling her toward him so she could feel what she was doing to him. He continued to lick and suck both her nipples knowing he had to slow down otherwise it was going to be over before he knew it.
That was when he felt it. He felt her hands make their way to the button of his jeans. She had enough of the heavy petty and was ready to see what he had to offer. She knew he would be great for many reasons, but mainly because he knew how to appreciate a woman. This was nothing like the night before with Trevor.
Sandy knew as soon as he felt his zipper being pulled down that this was going too far before he got to express his intentions. He usually had this speech out well before the girl's shirt came off. He was just so into her that he completely forgot. He figured Kirsten knew his stance on where this was going, but he wouldn't feel right if he didn't put a disclaimer on it.
"Wait, wait, wait", he said out of breath. He still held her close, her breasts pressed up against his chest. She just looked at him, confused, watching his chest rise and fall in a fast rhythm. He took her hands away from his pants and held them in his own against his beating heart. He thought about what he was going to say, but he had to do it fast because she was starting to look scared. "Kirsten, I don't know how to say this, but you have to know that this isn't going to go anywhere. I am not looking to be committed to anything long term. I should have stated this earlier before we got here, but I don't want to lead you on. You have no idea how hard it was for me to stop right there." He used his hands to rub her arms almost as if she went cold. He searched her eyes for anything so he could understand what was going on in her head. "God, Kirsten, you are incredibly sexy, and it has nothing to do with you. I am just trying to be honest here."
She didn't know what made her more mad. The fact that he thought she was some naïve girl who didn't know his intentions, or that he assumed she would want more out of this. She knew in her head that they would never work as a real functional couple. Did he think she was delusional?
"Sandy, I will say it again. I am smarter than you think I am. And why would you think I would want something more than what is being put on the table right here and now?" She looked up at him wondering if they would continue or if the moment was completely ruined. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She started at his zipper again and kept thinking to herself to stay in control.
Sandy loved the answer he got, but he still couldn't believe her one hundred percent. She seemed bitter about the way things went with Trevor and he didn't want to end up in that category in her eyes.
"Kirsten, I can't do this to you." He pushed her hands away. He leaned down to pick up her clothing and handed it to her. "This isn't you. I know this isn't how you normally act. You are so much more self-respecting than this and I don't want to take advantage of what you are offering because of liquor."
Kirsten wanted to die from embarrassment. She turned away from him facing the door as she put her clothes back on. She couldn't believe he was rejecting her. The slew of women that crossed his path and he had no problems taking them to bed. Was she that bad? Did she do something wrong? All crazy thoughts started swirling around in her brain. She could feel the onset of tears but pushed them back immediately. This was humiliating enough, she didn't want him to see her cry.
She didn't dare face him. She couldn't. She got her thoughts together when she finally spoke up. "All I know is that we both wanted the same thing five minutes ago, and you couldn't go through with it. I guess you just couldn't handle it." Kirsten knew this was the immature approach to take, but she had put her defenses up. She built up the wall around her that was knocked down so easily before.
"Kirsten, don't do this. Don't be this way." Kirsten didn't want to hear it. She just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. "You're better than this." She slammed the door and didn't hear Sandy say, "You're better than me."
She found Emily, but Allison was nowhere to be found. Emily informed her that it would just be the two of the going back to the dorm. "Well we have to leave immediately, if not sooner." Emily didn't dare question Kirsten's motives. She knew not to say anything until Kirsten cooled down. She would wait until morning to ask about happened with Sandy.
Sandy laid back on his bed and was trying to figure out what the hell happened. How could he let her get away? Since when did he have such a strong sense of morals. He knew it would have been okay to sleep with her. He knew she was on the same page as him, but she was right. He couldn't close the deal. He just wanted to go to bed and forget this night ever happened.