You Should Do The Things You Want To Do
“Damn someone is perky this morning.” Angela muttered through the phone after Tristan’s greeting had nearly busted her eardrum.

“Indeed I am.” Tristan agreed, bouncing around her living room as she dusted with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone to her ear.

“So what happened? Did Ethan get visited by the sex gods and finally figured out how to get you off or something?” Angela asked.

Tristan giggled, “Something similar to that, but not quite.”

“Similar to which part? Ethan or sex gods or you getting off?”

“Sex gods that get me off.” Tristan replied, momentarily flopping down on the couch, but immediately finding she had too much energy to stay still and jumped back up. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time- and she knew it was due entirely to the fact she’d spent all of last night alternately napping in Nick’s arms and being consumed with and by him.

Immediately Angela made the connection, “You saw Nick?”

“Yes!” Tristan shrieked.

“Did you go see him or what?” Angela hated that she wasn’t there for this. She’d watched Tristan mope after she’d decided she couldn’t see him any more, knew how much she’d missed him, and had spent many an evening trying to convince her to just ask him if he’d want her again.

“No, we were at the same club the other night and we talked and then he invited me over…”

“So you went to his place last night?”

“No, he came over here.” Tristan told her.

“He came over to the apartment?”

“Yes.”

“And you had sex with him.”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“In my bed.” Tristan answered quietly.

“You did not!” Angela was shocked; she hadn’t expected to hear that. She knew Tristan liked him, but damn…

There was silence for a minute on Tristan’s end of the phone, because she knew what Angela was thinking. “Yeah… we did…”

“You broke the no-boys-in-bed rule for him?!?” Angela yelped.

“Yeah…” Tristan whispered.

“Whoa…” Angela didn’t know what else to say. Long ago she and Tristan had made a rule- that they wouldn’t have sex in their own beds with someone they weren’t serious about. It was much less complicated- they didn’t have to think of a way to kick the guy out in the morning, there was no messy sticky spots on their sheets or anything else that went with a wild romp if they didn’t allow boys in their beds. So all rendezvous were held elsewhere- at the guys house, back of the car, wherever… The rule may have been silly, but they’d stuck to it for years- all the times Tristan had been with Nick before had been at his house… but now… Tristan had literally let him go somewhere no man had gone before.

After a while Tristan prompted her, “Say something, Ang…”

“He’s really gotten inside you, hasn’t he?” she asked.

Tristan found Angela’s choice of words sort of odd. “Well, obviously if we’ve had sex he’s been inside me…”

“I didn’t just mean literally… I mean, like, he’s gotten in your blood or something…”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Tristan said, beginning to think of what Angela was saying.

“Think of it like this, Tris… you remember what Jimmy used to say about getting high? When you can feel it inside you… when you know it’s in your system and you feel crazy because of it… that’s how you know it’s good.”

Tristan tried to figure out how Angela’s crazy ex-boyfriend and his affinity for getting high related to the way she felt about Nick. “Huh?”

“He makes you crazy, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah… I feel, like, too good with him…” she said slowly, trying to connect the thoughts tumbling in her mind.

“Is it just the sex, or did you feel it when he was just there, fully clothed?” Angela asked.

“I about died when I saw him at the club… I wanted him, but at the same time, I just wanted to be near him… but, god, sex with him is… awesome… I can’t understand why he knows exactly what to do with my body… and I don’t even have to tell him what I like… and no matter how many times I try to tell Ethan, he still doesn’t get it…”

“Why do you think that you and Nick couldn’t have a relationship?” Angela suddenly asked, thinking of the many excuses Tristan had given her when she’d stopped seeing Nick.

Tristan was a little caught off-guard, “Because we’re so different and still don’t really know anything about each other…”

Angela cut her off, “Don’t you think sexual chemistry has to count for something? Sex wouldn’t be great if it didn’t… random strangers who just hook up usually have terrible sex because there’s nothing between them and there never will be, but it doesn’t matter because they’re just getting some… You two apparently have amazing sex- consistently… you enjoy his company… why don’t you try, Tris?”

Tristan was trying to think of excuses, so that what Angela was saying wouldn’t make so much sense to her.  “For one thing, there’s Ethan…”

“Who you should not still be dating, Nick or no Nick.” Angela said.

Tristan sighed, “I know…”

“If you know what you want… why don’t you do something about it? Do what you want… do WHO you want…” Angela told her, giggling at her own joke.

“What if he doesn’t want it?” Tristan asked.

“You know he does.”

Tristan didn’t argue with her.

~~~~ 

“Tris, you home?”

“Well, obviously if I answered the phone, I’m home, dork.” Tristan said, laughing.

“Smartass. Are you going to be there the rest of the night?” Nick asked.

“Yeah… Ethan was supposed to come over to watch some Jackie Chan movie or something… should I get rid of him?”

“Uh, yeah… I don’t think he needs to be around for this…” Nick said, cringing at the mental image of having Ethan there for what he had in mind.

“What do you have in mind?” Tristan asked, very curious and anxious to call Ethan and tell him she suddenly had other very important plans.

“You’ll see when I get there… I’ll be over in about an hour.” Nick made a goofy kissy noise into the phone and hung up.

As soon as Tristan heard the dial tone again, she was calling Ethan, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to answer. “Hey hottie” she said when he picked up, she figured she’d try to get on his good side as much as possible before telling him he couldn’t come over.

“Heeeyyy sweetie… couldn’t wait to talk to me, huh?” Ethan asked, smiling smugly to himself.

“Yeah… but I also wanted to tell you that I don’t think you should come over tonight…” Tristan began.

“What? Why?”

She though quickly, “I… um… started my period.. I’ve got some major cramps and I’m pretty crabby… and I don’t want you to come over here and me bite your head off for no reason… that would make me feel just awful…”

“Oh, honey, it’s okay… I’ll bring over some of your favorite ice cream and we’ll watch a chic flick.” Ethan suggested.

Tristan had to bite her tongue from snapping at him over the ‘honey’ thing again. “Awww, that’s sweet, but… really, I think I’d rather just take a warm bath and head to bed early… get some sleep and I know I won’t want to sleep if you’re over here.” She rolled her eyes, unable to believe she was really saying these things to him, and knowing that he was totally loving it, completely oblivious to her complete sarcasm.

“Well… okay… but are you sure you don’t want me to come over and take care of you?”

“No, it’s fine.. I’m just going to take a bath and go to bed… I can do that on my own.” she said. But quickly added, “Thanks, though. You’re so sweet to me.”

“That’s ‘cause I love my girl.” Ethan said.

Tristan hated it when he did that- saying he loved her and making it possessive. She didn’t love him- not like that- and was definitely not his possession. “Well, I’ll call you tomorrow. Or soon.”

“Okay. Feel better, babydoll.”

“Yeah, bye.” Tristan said, unable to take anymore and hung up, screaming as soon as she was sure the phone was back on the cradle.

She went to change clothes and fix her hair a little- she’d just scrubbed out after work, having expected to just spend the night with Ethan. She put on a pair of silky pajama pants that hung low on her waist and a white tank top- no bra so that her nipple rings would show through the clingy fabric. She took her hair out of the ponytail that had been holding it back, and then twisted it into a loose bun, with a few wispy pieces left trailing down over her neck. After spritzing a light perfume on, she went to search for a few candles and other fun things they might be able to play with.

A while later there was a knock on the door, and as she went to open it, she saw something sliding underneath it. She picked up an envelope containing a cd with a note that said, “Put this on, unlock the door, and sit down.” She unlocked the door, crossed the room to the stereo, putting the cd in and pushed ‘play’, then plopped down in the middle of the couch and waited.

As she watched the door for him to come in, she heard from the speakers, “Hey baby… what you doin’? Well, stay there… I got a surprise for you. Girl, I’m gonna do something that’s brand new… Umm, I got a kinky surprise for you… so girl, get ready… if you feel me, let me know it right now… baby, this is how it’s all going down… there’ll be three knocks at the door, my baby…(*)”

Tristan giggled as she heard three knocks on the door, and then it opened, and Nick appeared, wearing a long black trench coat and a devious smile on his face. She could see his pants beneath the jacket, so she knew he wasn’t naked, and wondered what he was up to.

“My trench coat hits the floor, my baby… sit back in the chair, my baby… ‘cause I’m about to go there, baby… and get your body real open, baby… do what you been hopin’, baby… Tonight I’m gonna pull a switcheroo… do you mind if I strip for you? (*)”

Tristan’s jaw dropped as Nick slipped the trench coat off, giving her a killer smirk and tossed the coat off onto the chair, and began dancing to the song, his eyes not leaving hers.

“Turn the telephone off, baby… no interruptions while I’m driving you crazy, Girl, I want you to know tonight is yours, start in the bed and end up on the floor… (*)”

Tristan had to break the contact between their eyes to watch him… the way his body was moving as his fingers slowly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. She was quickly becoming hypnotized by his show… as much as she was enjoying, she was ready for him to be naked so she could touch him.. but she wasn’t going to interrupt this for anything. She continued to watch as he pulled the wifebeater he was wearing off…

“Baby, watch this… for you… whatever you want me to do, I will do… Girl I promise… will not regret it.. I’m everything you’ve ever wanted… (*)”

Tristan noticed the look he gave her… he knew he was what she wanted as well as she did. They could work that out later, for now, she was more than happy to watch him finish taking off his clothes.

“I’ma strip to the bone… and just let you get on it, girl… (*)”

The second Nick’s last article of clothing had been removed, Tristan was sliding off the couch and onto the floor at his feet. 

Nick looked down at her, slipping her hands up over his calves, toward his thighs, and felt his heart skip a beat at the wildly lustful look in her eyes.

As Tristan’s hand wrapped around his cock, she whispered, “That was a new one for me… getting a strip show… you get bonus points for creativity… how do you want your reward?”

Nick instantly joined her on the floor, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her to him, his lips meeting hers in a fierce kiss. Knowing she appreciated what he’d done was reward enough for him.

Tristan playfully wrestled with him as they kissed, to get him lying on the floor, so she could sit on top of him, and hold his hands above his head, letting them both pretend for the moment she was in control, even though they both knew she was completely in his power.

~~~

Tristan pulled into Nick’s driveway, eager to spend the entire weekend with him. She’d had to pretend she was devastated by Ethan’s leaving for a trip to Vegas for his brother’s bachelor party, when she really couldn’t have been happier. She was beginning to feel bad for all the lies she’d been telling him, but any guilt quickly vanished when she found herself in Nick’s arms, melting from his kisses.

She jumped out of her car and practically skipped to his front door, wondering what he had in mind for the weekend. He’d told her they were going to do something special, but that had been all he’d say.  Tristan returned his smile when he opened the door, and then looked down to read the shirt he was wearing. “Please tell me that does not say what I think it does…”

Nick glanced down at the shirt, “What? You don’t like it?”

“’Big cats can be dangerous, but a little pussy never hurt anyone’?” She attempted to look offended, which lasted for all of a second, before she cracked up. “That’s hysterical actually.”

Nick reached for her, pulling her into a hug, laughing with her. He’d known when he’d gotten dressed she’d find the shirt amusing… He liked that he’d gotten to the point that he actually knew her pretty well, and as much as he enjoyed sex with her, he really enjoyed her personality… he knew that he was falling for her, just as he’d figured he’d could when they first started getting together. It bothered him that she wouldn’t just let go of Ethan so they could really be together, but he figured she had some reason behind her decisions… maybe he’d ask about it this weekend, and maybe he wouldn’t. He knew he just wanted to be with her without having to worry about Ethan calling or anything getting in the way.

Tristan kissed his cheek, “So what do you have planned for the weekend?”

“I was thinking we’d take the boat out… spend the weekend out on the water… away from everyone else…just you and me…” he told her, looking at her, waiting for a reaction.

She smiled, “I love that idea.”

**

Nick and Tristan lay on the deck of the boat, looking up at the stars. Tristan was blissfully happy, leaning on Nick’s broad chest, his strong arms wrapped around her- and wondered why she hadn’t just told Ethan it was over. She was so happy with Nick- and not just in bed.. the more time they spent together, the more she was realizing how alike they really were, and how much fun they had together, even when sex wasn’t involved.

Nick could tell Tristan was thinking about something, and guessed it probably had to do with him and/or Ethan in some way. He decided he may as well ask, “So, what’s going on with you and Ethan?”

Tristan looked at him, a little startled he appeared to be reading her mind. “Not much… I try to pretend everything is okay with him when we talk.. and I think he wants to believe that they are.. so he just overlooks everything… although I think he’s starting to get suspicious about all the excuses I’m giving him for never wanting sex anymore…”

Nick raised his eyebrow, “What have you being telling him?”

Tristan rearranged herself a little, to be able to look at him while they talked. “What haven’t I told him? I’ve been on my period for about three weeks now, um.. I talked to my mom and I just can’t have sex when I just talked to my mother, a friend of mine just found out she was pregnant and that freaked me out so I can’t possibly have sex because I’m so not ready for children, um.. I saw a televangelist on tv and he was warning against the evils of premarital sex, and I’m thinking of practicing abstinence until I’m married.”

Nick looked at her, “You actually told him all those things?” When she nodded, he cracked up.

Tristan giggled at him laughing, “I can’t believe he just goes along with it.”

Nick stopped laughing after a moment, “I can… he’ll probably do anything to hang on to you… I’d do the same thing.”

Tristan could feel herself blushing. “I’m not going anywhere on you…” she said so quietly, she wasn’t sure if he heard her or not.

~~~~

Nick smiled over at Tristan, lying beside him, her fingernail tracing the intricate designs of the tattoo on his left arm.  “That tickles.”

“Then why aren’t you giggling?” she asked, licking her lips and eyeing the footprints on his chest.

“’Cause I like it…” he replied, noticing her eyes straying.

She leaned down to trace the outline of the footprint closest to her, feeling him tense a little underneath the touch of her tongue. She sat back up, “You know what I’m going to do?”

“What?” he asked, thinking he had a pretty good idea, and liking the idea that he had.

“I am going to trace every single one of your tattoos with my tongue.” she said, winking at him.

“That’s what I was hoping.” Nick kicked the covers off, ready to let her get started, and was surprised when she got up out of bed. “Where are you going?”

She held her finger up, signaling him to wait a minute and disappeared out of the room. She came back a few moments later, with a glass of water. “I had to get something to drink… because I’m going to run out of spit way before I run out of ink to trace.”

Nick laughed at the matter-of-fact way she said it, giggling more as she took a drink and pushed him over to lay on his stomach, then rearranged herself on him to begin the tongue bath. His laughter stopped abruptly her tongue made contact with his skin, the ticklish tracing of her tongue over the “KAOS” tattoo down on his spine immediately bringing goosebumps out all over his body.

His eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling, and he wondered if he was falling in love with her… why else would he feel the way he did with her? He loved being with her, loved all the crazy sides to her- that she could be hysterically funny, or a little kinky, sweet… serious… she never stopped surprising him… why hadn’t he done more to convince her to just be with him… only him?



(*= “Strip for you”, R. Kelly)
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