Her Online Addiction

by Ruby McQueen

  Derek gets up off the bed and bends down to grab his clothes and begins dressing. I could so just sit here and watch him, mesmerised, but I sit up and swing my legs over the bed and get up. I go to my clothes and begin dressing. He is wearing black skinny leg jeans, a plain white top under and long sleeve grey light weight, woven wool tee. Rock and roll cool. He goes to the dresser and grabs his wallet and slips it into his back pocket.

  I finish getting dressed and head for my bag which is still on the chair in the corner, under which I spot my long-lost shoes. Thank god, I don’t have to stroll down there barefoot! I slip them on while holding onto the back of it then picking up my bag when Derek states, “You won’t need that, Sexy.”

  “What? Why not?” I ask, puzzled still clutching it.

  “We are just going down the road, short walk, my treat,” he responds as he moves towards me and pries the bag from me dropping it back down onto the chair and grabbing both my arms ushering me towards the door to the hallway.

  “Hey, wait a minute. I need that,” I protest.

  “Yeah - nah,” he adds insistently while shuffling me along as we round the door into the hallway.

  “Wait, I should bring it just in case though,” I try to persuade him, but he doesn’t seem interested responding with, “No. It’s perfectly safe. Besides, I know you can’t do a runner this way.”

  “What? I had no plans on running,” I say with a how could you suggest that manner.

  “I’ve seen your eyes get all ‘Bambi in the head-lights’. You’re flighty, like a wild horse, you have trust issues, but until tomorrow, you’re mine.” Well spank my ass! When you put it like that! He doesn’t seem to miss much at all, and he wonders why I get all shy? I’m under a microscope! He seems a lot older than twenty-one.

  “Fine...” What more could I say to that? He grabs my hand and we leave his apartment. He hits a buzzer on the ground floor to release the security door to the complex. We walk down the shrub lined path and into the city, with the noises of the busy traffic and the sound of a walking signal beeping at the crossing not far away. Derek DeMatteo is walking hand in hand with me after some of what has to be said, some pretty epic sex. I half expect to fall out the bottom of the rabbit hole! I decide I’m just going to enjoy the moment, try to relax, not over think it all. After all, this might just be a weekend fling, and then we go our separate ways, who knows? I have no expectations. Expectations lead to disappointment, this I know…

  ~ Chapter 5 ~

  The bad cookie

  We enter a little restaurant bistro and a bell rings as we pass through the door. It’s an Asian set up, all decorative golden dragons and paper lanterns with red tassels and table booths, fans, cranes and Buddha’s adorning the walls. Its cosy looking and a very friendly waiter seats us immediately down the back.

  Again, we are sitting face to face. It’s almost as much as I can bear. He is here with me, live and in the flesh. I had become so accustomed to him being half real and half a figment of my imagination that this is so extraordinary, I’m a mixed bag of emotions; nervous, shy, excited, overwhelmed, turned on. Always turned on. But I’m now exposed where previously I at least had the buffer of my own home to hide myself away from his ever-watchful gaze.

  Derek orders a couple of things while I sit there in complete preoccupation, engrossed by the view. He catches my eye and smiles cheekily at me. Busted! I immediately blush and turn my head to the waiter who nods and responds to whatever Derek said with, “Thank you, Sir. It won’t be long. I’ll be right back with your refreshments.”

  “Cheers Mate,” Derek responds to the neat elderly Asian man disappearing from view, all the while never breaking his glance, I feel him watching me.

  I continue to watch the waiter as he departs into the kitchen with our order and am almost startled when Derek reaches for my hand.

  “You ok, Sexy?” he smiles and cocks his head to the side with a quizzical look on his face.

  “Sure. Never better,” I respond giving him a little smile trying to reassure his concern.

  “Tell me what’s on your mind,” he asks as he starts to gently brush his long thumb over the back of my hand.

  “Nothing really. I was just, you know, taking it all in,” my voice is awkward and small, self-conscious even. Oh boy! Can the confident Trinity please stand up!

  “You look like you’re afraid I might bite you. Well, I’d say that I won’t bite you,” he pauses and leans in a little looking smouldering and seductive like he is luring me into a trap, “But we both know I do,” he flashes a lopsided grin and reclines back into his seat. I can’t help but react to his cheeky little ways, so I smile and squeeze his hand.

  “So, what did you order me?” I enquire going for a change of topic so I can relax a little in his company.

  “A couple of their specialty dishes, we’re sharing. Hope you can use chopsticks, Ma’am?” his eyebrows shoot up a little like it’s a dare.

  “We’re having the chopstick challenge then?” I respond from his gesture, “I should warn you, Hot Stuff, I have mad skills with chopsticks.” Hot Stuff. I always call him Hot Stuff or Mr Yummy, and yet saying it out loud and in person feels so foreign from my lips. Oh well, comfort zones need to be stretched.

  “That’s right, you have a thing about Asian stuff, I forgot. Well, I was gonna say, if you can’t handle working with sticks, I might have to feed you, but I guess you got this,” his full lips curl into a smile as what he says is thick with innuendo.

  It’s true, I have a thing about Asian foreign films, particularly the martial arts ones, even the tackiest ones, as long as there is some sweet sword action in it, or a bit of Kung-Fu, I’m in! If I could kick the meat, I would most likely become a Buddhist, I just love their beautifully sculptured and manicured gardens, they are works of art. Asian; food, art, meditation and music, for some reason I do enjoy it so much. Their philosophies on peace and love speak to me on a spiritual level, but mostly I just love the fighting action. I have a collection of Asian cinematic DVD’s and love setting the ambiance by lighting up incense and candles and kicking back watching a bunch of guys just beat the shit out of each other. Yin and Yang, peace and ass-kickery. Any new cultures and new things in general are interesting to me.

  The waiter returns with a jug of iced water and a pot of green tea balancing on a tray alongside cups, a basket with fortune cookies, chop sticks and eating bowls, he excuses himself and Derek releases my hand. The waiter smiles and places the items on the table. I notice he is wearing a name badge which reads ‘Sheng’. He quickly sets about arranging the items on the table in front of us, all the while I feel Derek watching me still.

  “Would you like me to pour your tea, Miss?” he offers me as he reaches for the tea pot.

  “That would be great, thank you, Sheng,” I nod politely. Sheng stops momentarily like I have startled him and begins pouring my tea.

  “Sorry, did I pronounce it correctly?” I ask immediately wondering if I’ve made an ass of myself.

  “Oh, yes, Miss. Might I ask your name?” he asks with a strong accent as he finishes the task at hand.

  “Trinity,” I offer, “And this is Derek,” I motion across the table.

  He nods and grabs my hand in both his and says, “Pleased to meet you, Miss Trinity.” Then he turns to Derek who extends a hand to shake, “Derek, you have a beautiful lady here, you take good care of her, so no one steals her away. Ok?” he says, his English is good, but his accent is strong.

  Derek replies, “Thanks man, she’s pretty special.” his eyes returning to me. I just can’t look at him straight faced. Special, did you hear that? I’m sure I’m blushing more crimson than a sunset! I bring a hand up to cover my smirk and look back to my teacup. Sheng makes prayer hands while nodding and disappears again.

  “You’re so cute. I can’t wait to get you home,” he sits back like he’s appraising me, still smiling, and all gooey eyes at me.

  “What? What’d I do?” I add as though I hav
e no clue what he’s talking about.

  “There is just something about you, you know? You get people in and have this way about you like a bright light in the dark. They’re moths to your flame,” he smiles at me like he is deep in thought and finally breaks eye contact as he goes to pour himself some water.

  I pick up my tea and sip at it quietly. Before long Sheng is back with another tray filled with bowls of steaming food. He places them down swiftly before saying he will check back to see if we need further assistance and is gone again.

  I pick up my chop sticks and do the rounds to each bowl loading my empty eating bowl as does Derek. I start digging into my food. The first thing I put into my mouth tastes like Szechuan chicken, warming my mouth with familiar spices, but must be a tofu substitute.

  “Oh my god!” I exclaim with my hand covering my mouth as I chew.

  “I know, right?” Derek responds.

  “That is delish!” I add pointing with my chopsticks.

  “Yeah, it’s always good here, but I think Papa Wang has a soft spot for you and we got an upgrade,” he says smiling digging into his food. He eats so fast; he has almost hit the bottom of his bowl already and is ready to reload again. Ok, big appetite, must remember that.

  I snap my chopsticks in his direction, “Shut up you,” I say through my laughter.

  “I’m serious! Anyway, he can’t have you, you’re mine tonight and I’ll fight him if I have to,” he chuckles and continues eating.

  “Fighting a sweet old guy, that hardly seems like a fair fight,” I add, and I feel the mood between us lift a little, I guess the laughing helps me drop my guard. He is so damn sexy.

  “Sure it is, he’s probably like three hundred years old and a master of karate. He can probably destroy me using only his ancient mind tricks. He’s like all Mr Miyagi and shit,” he looks up at me as he loads more noodles into his mouth. I’m cracking up with laughter now, I can almost visualise the battle in my head. We refill our bowls again; the food is really hitting the spot.

  “Get your ass handed to you, huh?” I add still laughing as I pick up a piece of stir fry veg. I bring it to my mouth and it suddenly slips from my chopsticks landing straight down my cleavage. I. Could. Die! Derek loses it and turns red with the hilarity.

  “Mad chop stick skills, huh?” he mocks me. I get my chopsticks and snap them together and go after the veg.

  “Yep,” I answer as he continues laughing at me. God, how embarrassing!

  “No, Trinity, use the napkin, before you burn those lovely breasts,” he thinks it’s amusing that I’m going after it with the chop sticks still, like it can’t be done.

  “Nope. Once you accept the chopstick challenge, you gotta see it through. That and I’m classy like that!” I restrain my giggle and try to stay focused. I retrieve the veg a moment later and hold it in the chopsticks in front of me for Derek to see. I curl my lips a little like, ‘you see that’?

  He beams a wide smile at me and says, “You’re so crazy.” Crazy? Hmmmm. With that I slowly lick my lips and bring the veg to my mouth. I slowly suck it down the chopsticks curling my tongue over them as I slide it along to the end of them, making sounds of sexual delight like it’s doing things to me. All laughter ceases. Oh yeeeeah. Who’s laughing now?

  “That’s it, we’re done. Time to go home,” Derek looks captivated as I make noises of delight as I chew it. I swallow it down and lick my lips again beaming at him in total satisfaction.

  “Nope. I still haven’t had my fortune cookie,” I add with a chuckle, “That, and I gotta wipe the sauce from my tits,” I chuckle as I say it, it sounds so bogan.

  “Smooth. I’ll get that for you if you like… With my tongue?” he offers chuckling.

  “I got this.” And with that I grab the napkin and glance around the empty room, I lower the V in my top with one finger and quickly wipe between my breasts.

  “You are so silly, and yet Sexy as fuck!” he is watching me like a hawk. Oh, I have his undivided attention now, and I know his thoughts are dark and steamy.

  I beam a genuine smile towards him, all warm and friendly which I know he will appreciate, after just making myself look like a real dag. I should be beside myself with embarrassment, but seeing his expression change from amusement tinged with oh my god did you really just drop food between your tiddies? To; I can no longer resist you because you’re a damn sexy wench; while I suggestively lick my tongue along my chopstick, is somewhat of a mild victory of sorts. I just redeemed myself, and inside I’m almost doing a happy dance. Ah yes, my good friend control!

  “Ok, pass me a cookie then,” I request, and my warmth is eagerly reflected by him as he picks up the little dainty woven bamboo basket lined with red cloth and offers it for me to make my selection.

  “Yes Ma’am. Your fortune awaits,” his grin is carnal. Goddamn, his exotic Italian features make my panties combust! I close my eyes and grab at one randomly, but before I can pluck one out Derek suggests, “You know what? Why don’t we get these in a bag and eat them when we get home? Home. It sounds so casual like it’s my home as well.

  “Ok, sure. Why not.” I respond. “Ok, great.” And with that he stands and offers me his hand while I get up from my seat. So polite. I take his hand and shuffle my chair back and stand.

  “Thank you. And for Dinner as well, Derek, it was delish, I enjoyed it so much,” I offer as we make our way to the service counter with Derek still holding the cookie basket.

  “You’re very welcome,” he replies with a smile. This moment is so perfect.

  We reach the waiting Sheng who immediately asks, “How was your Meal, Miss Trinity?” with a little bow of his head.

  “Fantastic thanks, Sheng. I will tell everyone I know how much I enjoyed eating here,” I say mimicking his bowing head in gesture of gratitude.

  “Very good to hear. Please take this with you pretty lady, it is blessed rice. Very Special. You cook it up and share with loved ones, then you will have many blessings... We hope to see you again soon.” And with that he offers a small, creamy coloured, fabric pouch which has a red diamond on the front traced in shiny gold thread which is filigreed from around the border with red spots that almost resemble a vine with blossoms. Embroidered on the front are two golden Chinese symbols. It is tied decoratively with red ribbon at the top in a way that the knots seem to have purpose. I outstretch my hand to receive it and he cradles my hand and with the other hand places it gently into my palm which he precedes to curl my fingers back around it and pats me softly between his own hands.

  “Aww, thank you, Sheng, you’re too kind,” I say genuinely taken aback by his warmth. I’m having a damn good day; it has to be said!

  “Ahh, you make an old man happy,” he motions to Derek and continues, “You make her happy, Mr Derek, or I might steal her from you. You are young, but I have good looks,” he pats my hands again and releases me. We all laugh out loud and I throw my head back a little as I do. He is such a sweet old man, and it’s really capped my night off.

  “Oh, I intend on making her very happy, Sheng,” he responds shooting me a salacious grin and I know the statement is laced with innuendo. Oh boy!

  “Good-good. Let me get a bag for you,” and with that Sheng grabs the basket and ducks down under the counter bringing back up a small paper bag. Derek reaches for his wallet from his back pocket and exchanges a few notes of money for the rolled-up cookie bag. He passes the bag to me as he goes to collect his change and insert it into his wallet before tucking it back into his back jeans pocket again. We turn to exit, and Derek goes to rest his arm across my back with his hand on my far shoulder, drawing me closer to him as we wave back to Sheng who is singing out goodbyes. Wow, maybe I can do this? Hand in hand, strolling, and couple-type stuff.

  “Well, I think you have a new admirer,” Derek interrupts my train of thoughts.

  “Yeah... How cute was he? So sweet.”

  “You’re sweet. And you taste sweet, this I know,” he smiles at me and I know he
is thinking about something naughty.

  I grin wryly and reply, “Maybe. I think I’m a little spicy now, after what I just ate.”

  Without warning I am abruptly halted in the dimly lit street and in Derek’s arms with his feverish lips possessing me with so much fervour I am almost disorientated! I have been sucked into his gravitational pull, and suddenly I am too giddy and breathless to do anything else but melt into the most amazingly, frantic kiss. His tongue finds mine and his arms squeeze around me, lifting me slightly and I grip onto him the best I can with my arms around him, still clutching both the cookies and blessed rice, in an effort to steady myself. He presses hard against me and I feel his erection, rock hard against my pelvis. Holy shit!

  My pulse rockets so fast through my veins, I’m high octane and adrenalin! And everything is racing to downtown. I want to fuck this man where he stands, I drink in the heat of his lips and face against my cool skin in the fresh night air, the quiet little growls he makes as he devours me make the distant traffic noises fade from my consciousness. This feels so right. He slows the kiss down after a few minutes and tugs my bottom lip out between his lips, letting it snap back when he releases it. He takes a steady breath in through his nose and releases it so I can hear it, strong and intense, bringing his forehead to rest against mine.

  “You are still sweet as ever, Baby Cakes.”

  I immediately begin missing his lips the second they are gone. Wow! From nowhere ladies and gentlemen. Can’t think, can’t talk, definitely can’t walk!