It’s A Trap!
Note: All characters are eighteen or older.
October 1986.
Southern California.
Shit. I fell asleep at a red light again. Working these graveyard shifts makes life go by in a fuzzy haze, like I'm only half alive. On the other hand, I don't have much energy to be an asshole, so maybe it's a good thing...
Upon parking in the apartment lot, I took a moment to reflect on my night's work and watched the morning birds and squirrels flit about. Two hours later, I violently awoke to the sound of a gas-powered leaf blower right next to my rolled-down car window. The startled gardener cried, "Aye, cabron!" then scurried away.
After six straight overnights, I was ready for a relaxing day off. An almost full twelve-pack of Budweiser and a newly started sci-fi book awaited my attention in a tiny second-floor studio.
By myself...
Adjusting to the sudden breakup with my beautiful young girlfriend Erica had been easier than I could have anticipated. Just one week in, a possible replacement had presented herself. Twenty-eight-year-old coworker Lily even resembled Erica, with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and sexy curves.
Not right now, though. I'm taking a break from women.
Yeah, right...
Showering in the morning after work presented its own hazards, as the soothing water had lulled me into dreamland last week. Only a tangled plastic curtain had saved me from serious injuries.
A quick toweling-off preceded my simple collapse onto the bed. I planned to rise sometime in the afternoon, then begin reading and drinking. Perhaps, I would give Lily a call, just to chat, and...
Aaaahhh! What time is it? Who the fucking fuck just knocked on my door?
A whispered, "Oh, my!" gave me a clue. The voice belonged to Nicole, Erica's best friend. Before I could even try to determine my fate, another knock accompanied Erica's assuring words. “Nicole, don't worry, it will be alright. Ray can be a real jerk, but he'll do the right thing."
A glance at the clock revealed a mere two hours of sleep.
I'll bone Erica if she wants to, but I'm not letting Nicole watch us again...
Not bothering to check my undoubtably sloppy appearance in the mirror, I pulled the door open.
Oh Fuck. Erica's so hot, I'm just going to do whatever she wants...
Trying to make a futile show of disinterest, I growled, "Hi, Erica. Hey, Nicole. What. Do. You. Want?"
My harsh demeanor surprised the girls, and an expected flash of rage swept across Erica's beautiful face.
Go ahead babe, take a swing. It didn't hurt too much last time...
She smirked in victory at my involuntary flinch. With obligatory hostilities out of the way, I waved them in.
Nicole has a suitcase, and she's crying. No, no, no...
Reacting to stress has never been my strong point, so I blurted out, "Erica, are you here to fuck?"
She glared. "No, Ray. I'm still mad at you and trying to figure out if we're through."
Don't I have a say in it? I guess not...
Frustrated with Erica, I turned to her lanky friend, and pointed at a folding chair. "Have a seat, Nicole. Do you need to stay here? Just for a day or two?"
Hint, hint...
Erica beamed, "See, Nicole? I told you Ray would take care of you."
She faced me and softened. "Thank you. She has nowhere else to go. It means a lot to me."
The girls looked around. Both Nicole and I were skinny, so we would easily fit on my queen bed, but Erica probably wouldn't appreciate me fucking her best friend.
Do I even care anymore?
Nicole had never displayed much romantic interest in me, and I was only mildly attracted to her, so sex seemed unlikely. However, many of my carnal encounters had seemed unlikely until I was balls-deep in the woman, wondering, "How did this happen?"
I reached into the door-less closet, and pulled a shriveled pink pool raft from the shelf. Nicole's five-foot-five height would hang her tiny feet off the edge, but just barely. Four lungsful gave it a stiff plastic life, then I passed it to her. "Here's your bed, Nicole. There's a big pool towel hanging in the bathroom that you can use as a blanket."
"Oh, my!"
Half endearing, and half annoying, Nicole's iconic catchphrase sounded as a reaction to every situation a pretty eighteen-year-old girl might come across. I enjoyed being outrageous around her just to make her say it, though she seldom needed any prompting.
Erica hugged her still crying friend. "Nicole, listen. Call me every day to let me know how you're doing."
I rudely opened the door for Erica to leave, but she just stared at me. "How have you been, Ray?"
My jaw tightened. "I'm fucking exhausted, Erica. The same way I was when you walked out on... us."
Her exquisite lips made a variety of shapes, reflecting the options in her head, then she laid a caressing hand on my chest. "I'll be back in a few days to get Nicole, and we'll see how it goes. With... us."
I chuckled at her sarcasm. Erica could open up a torrent of affection and love towards me, but being the only child of wealthy parents also meant she was used to getting whatever she wanted. Her beauty and incredible sexiness weakened me just like every other man, but my love for her had dulled, and I no longer ached to be with her.
My cock is more enthusiastic...
Always a glorious sight, I watched her short-skirted hips sway down the stairs. She briefly turned around to make sure I had leered properly, so I licked my lips to humor her, then waved goodbye.
Wow... I might get to fuck her some more...
Leaning over the railing, I tried to think about my future with Erica, but only a tired fog drifted in. With a sigh, I went inside to my new roommate.
Be careful. Nicole is Erica's test. Or a trap...
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