At No Time || Bruno Mars

21

"So, how come you haven't hooked up with anyone here yet, Tree?"

Trystan gave Angelique a curt look before returning her attention back to the yellow booty she was knitting for Angelique's eldest sister's new baby. Angelique thought a sweater and pair of socks would be a great gift for the infant's first Christmas, and it wouldn't cost her a tooth and nail, especially with Trystan helping her make it.

The two comrades sat in the middle of Angelique's apartment, finishing off a quarter bottle of wine. To Trystan's dismay, Angelique had nabbed her favorite arm chair, worn with use. Trystan chastised her for making her guest sit on the rug, but Angelique had shrugged her off. "My house, my rules," she'd surmised.

Trystan peered down at the knitting booklet to make sure she was stitching in the proper direction before answering her friend's question. "Well, unlike you, I don't believe in "hook ups" or "one night stands.""

"Prude," Angelique muttered and Trystan tossed the leaflet at her.

"I'm not a prude! I was just never fond of the idea of sleeping around. I wanna be with the person I'm "hooking up" with. Is there something wrong with that?"

Angelique made a noise of mockery as she set down her half-finished sweater and picked up her glass of wine. She swirled the burgundy liquid before speaking into the cup, "There is if the last time you fucked anybody was over two years ago."

"Lique! Oh my God!" Trystan leaned over and pushed at her leg, causing droplets of the wine to spill on the front of Angelique's shirt.

"What? Am I wrong? And look! You made me spill wine on the sweater!" Angelique looked disappointingly at the stain and moved the accouterment from off her lap.

"It serves you right putting my love life out there!"

"It's only the two of us in here; who else would know?"

Trystan squinted her eyes, then stuck her tongue out toward her comrade. It may have been them only occupying Angelique's apartment, but Trystan didn't like her sexual crises to be spoken aloud. It was a shame, really, her barren love and sex life, but she'd learned to live with it.

Angelique shook her head. "I don't know how you do it, girl. A drought for that long? Psh." She took a sip of her wine. "My vagina would have dried up and blown away with the wind by now."

Trystan couldn't help but to laugh. It was pretty pitiful, but the idea of casual sex never tended to cross her mind, even though the opportunity had always been there. If it had been up to her, she'd have a man every week—plenty had approached her in Los Angeles and in New York promising a good time, but Trystan had always found sex to be much more enjoyable when it was with someone she loved. She'd had her dowsing of sexual encounters her senior year of college, but other than pleasure, she felt nothing from it.

"Well, I can assure you my friend is still fine and healthy, its just . . ." Trystan shrugged. "I wanna be with someone you know? Casual sex is okay but when it's with someone you love? It's freakin' mind-blowing."

"So that would explain why your sex life with Derek had been so amazing," Angelique smirked before rolling her eyes.

"Damn, is this "expose" Trystan night or something?" Trystan picked up her own wine glass, feeling the need to feel looser if she were going to delve into a conversation about her last boyfriend. "It wasn't even that bad."

Angelique rose a catechizing brow, and Trystan insisted, "It wasn't! It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either!"

"Then your whole "doing it with someone you love is better" theory is trash then!" Angelique pointed out. "You both were head over heels in love with each other and I remember the nights you'd call me after you had sex complaining about how mediocre it was. Personally, I think you just need a little adventure."