Once you got past the sweet, endearing smile, everything about Andrew Trippolde screamed sex. His tall, lanky body had a way of moving that put you in mind of a large, sensuous predator. His blue eyes would grow even darker as they followed you across a room. The shape of his mouth as he spoke, the slow, lazy way his tongue traced his lips, how his thick brown hair curled upward at the very base of his neck- these were all things that could drive you mad if you spent an extended amount of time watching him. The way he drove was no exception. His 1990 model, blue S-10 was a five-speed, and he maneuvered it as if he were making love to it. His long, slender fingers did not grip the steering wheel, they caressed it. While shifting, he would pump the clutch aggressively, and thrust the shifter into whichever gear it was he happened to want at the time. He drove hard, and fast, demanding excellent performance from his vehicle.
On the way to his house, Trinity had sat beside him, marveling at his driving. However, her fascination could not overcome her awareness of the male presence next to her. She sat and watched his hands, with an intense concentration that could border on obsession. One of the hands would rest on the steering wheel, while the other alternated back and forth between the hollowed out cue ball that sat atop the shifter, and Trinity's knee. Occasionally, he would rub at the base of his neck, or lightly scratch the side of his nose. Trinity's eyes would follow his hand up to his face and linger there, her gaze admiring his perfect lips, or those intense blue eyes. He would feel her eyes on him, and he would turn to look at her face in the glow of the dashboard lights. Then he would favor her with a soft smile, and lightly pat her knee. She was all too aware of the feel of his thigh pressing against hers. When his strong fingers intertwined with her own, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. They both forgot that his younger brother was in the truck with them.
Now Drew crouched in the shadows of his parents' living room, trying to coax warmth out of the wall-mounted gas heater. The room was shrouded in a soft darkness, the glow of the flames offering the only illumination. Trinity stood across the room from him, just a few feet from the door that his younger brother and her younger sister had just exited. Through the window built into the door, she could see her mother, momentarily distracted by the throng of people that Drew had sent outside, buying the two of them a few moments alone. Drew rose to his feet, and looked at her from across the room. Trinity ached to touch him, with a need so intense that it screamed for a release. She went to him.
Drew opened his arms, and Trinity fell into them, molding her body to the contours of his.He looked down at her, his eyes burning with a desire that she could feel mirrored in her own. She studied his face, committing everything about him to memory. When her gaze fell upon his lips, he decided it was more than he could handle. His face bent towards hers, and Trinity's stomach crowded with millions of tiny butterflies.
Trinity's eyes closed. Darkness reigned. Then Drew's lips lightly brushed against hers, almost tentatively. Trinity's lips parted, and she pulled him tighter against her. Drew moaned softly, and proceeded to take complete possession of her mouth. His tongue gently slid past her lips, meeting hers, teasing, and claiming her as his own.Trinity felt like she could not get close enough to him, yet there wasn't an inch of space between them. She clung to him like she was drowning. His hands traced the curves of her body before coming to rest on her behind. He cupped each cheek and pressed himself against her forcefully enough to bring bruises. Trinity wasn't complaining.
They kissed for seconds, minutes, hours, who knows? Trinity fell into an abyss, knowing she would never again be content without these lips on hers. She had never been more aware of being a woman. She could feel Drew growing rock hard against her stomach, and it awakened a throbbing in her own body. Their lips parted, and Trinity exhaled slowly. She opened her eyes, and Drew gazed down at her, his eyes heavy with lust. A delicious shiver ran up her spine, and she traced his lips with her thumb. Then she slid her fingers up through his hair, to the back of his neck, and pulled his mouth back down to hers.
"You have to go," Drew said lustfully, pulling away after what seemed like an eternity. Trinity kissed him again. And again.
"You really have to go," Drew exclaimed, "You have to get out of here before we do something that we both regret." Trinity nodded her head in silent agreement, and turned to leave. Drew grabbed her hand, pulled her back, and took possession of her mouth once again.
Trinity was on fire.She longed to caress every part of Drew's body, but knew that if she went there, she would never come out alive. It took an effort, but she separated her body from his, and backed very slowly towards the door.
"Damn you, woman," Drew said, "I told you to go."
"I'm trying," Trinity said, still backing away. Drew gave her a very sexy grin.
"See you tomorrow?" he asked. Trinity nodded in reply. She took one more long look at his face, and blew him a kiss, scrambling out the door before he could catch her and pull her back. She slowly made her way to the car, where her mother and younger sister were waiting for her, the taste of her first kiss still lingering on her lips, and the knowledge that she would never look at the world in quite the same way weighing heavily on her heart.