TRINITY’S NEW HOBBY

Lucy Felthouse

Trinity heard Colton’s key in the door, then him calling out. “Hey, Trinity, I’m home!”

“In here,” she said, continuing to concentrate on what she was doing, her hands moving methodically, rhythmically.

Footsteps on the wooden floor, then his voice again, closer. “What, not meeting me at the door? Flinging yourself into my arms and welcoming me home, sexy style?”

“I’m not doing anything until I’ve finished this row,” she said without looking up.

Colton tutted. “What are you doing, anyway? Crochet? Did an alien steal you away and replace you with a granny that looks exactly like you?” Moving around the sofa, he dropped down next to her.

“Hey! Watch it! You nearly made me drop a stitch.” Clutching extra hard at her needles, she inspected the work carefully to make sure she hadn’t, in fact, dropped a stitch.

Sniggering, Colton shot back, “Sorry, granny.”

“It’s not funny. I’ve worked bloody hard on this, and there’s no way I want to screw it up now. And in answer to your question, no I’m not crocheting. I’m knitting. I’ve just started recently. And I haven’t been a victim of an alien invasion. I just enjoy it, all right? It’s relaxing, and unlike your favorite hobby of watching TV, I actually get something out of this at the end.”

Colton shrugged. “Whatever. I like to watch TV to relax, you like to knit.” He paused. “You’ve got to admit it’s kinda old-fashioned, though.”

Trinity reached the end of her row, carefully put the point-protectors on to stop the garment slipping off the needles, then placed the whole thing down on the coffee table. Turning to her boyfriend with a wry expression, she said, “Actually, I’ll have you know, knitting’s cool again. Crafting in general is experiencing a massive revival. Something to do with the recession, I think. People staying in more, wanting to save money. Making gifts instead of buying them…”

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up. “I get it. Knitting’s cool.” Pointing at the mass of wool on the table, he asked, “What are you making, anyway?”

“A jumper. For myself, before you panic. I’m not going to start making cutesy things with animals or bobbles on and forcing you to wear them.”

Colton huffed out a breath. “Thank god for that. Just ’cos you’re a granny all of a sudden, doesn’t mean I want to start dressing like a granddad.”

Fixing her boyfriend with a look that should, by rights, have turned him to stone, Trinity snatched up her knitting and flounced out of the room. She headed for their bedroom, where she kept her knitting stuff neatly in a corner of her wardrobe. Putting her hard work away carefully in her bag, her fingers brushed against a spare length of cut-off yarn. The thick blue wool gave her an idea. Grinning, she gently pulled it out. Yes, it would do nicely.

Just then, she heard Colton muttering to himself, then his progress from the living room to their bedroom. He was probably coming to apologize. She smirked. Well, she’d make him grovel, all right.

Quickly, she grabbed the chair that leaned up against the wall and shifted it into the large space between the bed and the door, with it facing the bed.

Colton walked in just as she’d stepped back, and his gaze landed on the chair. He frowned, then looked at her. Shaking his head, he adopted a gently smiling expression. “Look, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just teasing you, which I know doesn’t excuse what I said, but I definitely wasn’t trying to hurt you. I don’t mind what hobbies you have, as long as you’re happy.” He paused, his smile growing wider, more hopeful. “Forgive me?”

Giving him a cool smile, she pointed at the chair and snapped, “Sit down.”

Frowning again, Colton stepped over to the chair and lowered himself into it. “W-what are you doing?”A look of realization crossed his face, and his confusion morphed into pure delight. “Ahh, are you gonna give me a lap dance?”

Trinity resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. “Yeah, babe,” she said lightly, much more lightly than she felt. “Something like that. Close your eyes.”

Clearly convinced it was his lucky day, Colton did as she ordered, still smirking.

Letting her irritation and frustration show on her face now, Trinity crossed over to the chair and stepped behind it. Swiftly pulling the wool out to its full length, she then set about securing Colton’s wrists to the chair. The yarn was super chunky, but she wasn’t sure quite how strong it was, so she wrapped it around twice, making sure it wasn’t so tight it would cut off his circulation. Examining her handiwork, Trinity was surprised at herself. They’d never fooled around with bondage before, and yet she’d managed to tie Colton up, quickly and safely. Apparently those smutty books she’d been reading were informative as well as erotic.

“Ooh, getting a little kinky are we, sweetie?” Colton asked. He sounded excited rather than worried, which made Trinity’s job easier, not to mention much more fun.

“Yes, darling,” she purred, standing and moving to his side, leaning down and nibbling his earlobe, eliciting a guttural groan from his throat. “I thought a bit of bondage would be fun. So I’ve tied you up with wool.”

“With wool?” Colton’s eyes flew open—wide open—and he gazed at his girlfriend. “Seriously?” He fidgeted in the seat, wriggling his arms and trying to twist his neck to see the unusual form of bondage.

“Yep. I thought it would be a good idea to show you that knitting isn’t as boring or as granny-ish as you seem to think.”

Colton groaned, this time in disappointment and frustration. “So I’m not getting a lap dance. You’re going to sit there, knitting, and make me watch, aren’t you?”

Shaking her head, Trinity replied, “No. Though I hadn’t thought of that. Any more of your cheek and that’s exactly what I’ll do. In a way, though, what I have planned is worse. Much worse.”

He opened his mouth to speak, then seemingly thought better of it, and kept quiet.

With a curt nod, Trinity flashed Colton what she hoped was a seductive grin and began to undress. He remained silent, transfixed, as she tugged off her jumper, then the T-shirt beneath. Bending slowly, giving Colton a tantalizing view of her breasts hanging heavily in her bra, she removed her socks, then kicked the pile of shed clothes away from her. Next, she spun around, undoing her belt, then the button and zipper of her jeans. She unhurriedly inched them down, now treating him to the vision of her exposed buttocks, bisected by her lacy black thong, and her thighs, too, as the jeans bunched up around her ankles.

Before long, she stepped out of them, shoving them toward the other items she’d removed. Now, with equal speed—or lack of it—she slipped down her panties. Once they were on the pile, leaving her utterly naked, she flashed Colton her wickedest grin, biting her bottom lip.

He strained at his bonds, but it was fruitless—the super-chunky yarn was doing a job, albeit not the one it had been intended for.

Satisfied Colton wasn’t going anywhere, Trinity settled back on the bed, still facing him. She was going to give him a show and a half. First, she sucked the index and middle fingers of her right hand into her mouth, getting them good and wet. Slicking the saliva over each of her nipples in turn, she repeated the process, then began to tweak the rapidly hardening buds.

It wasn’t long before she felt slickness between her thighs. Because her plan had formed and been carried out so fast, there’d been no anticipation, no time for her body to catch on. But ever since she’d tied Colton up and begun stripping in front of him, her libido had gradually been ramping up. Now, as she plucked at her tits, zings of delicious arousal licked their way along her nerve endings, pooling in her groin. Already her labia were growing fat, and her clit throbbed.

Forcing herself to hold on longer, just a little bit longer, to draw out Colton’s agony, she grew rougher with her nipples. Her rolls and squeezes became full-on tugs and pinches, elon gating the sensitive flesh and drawing moans and groans from her parted lips.

A glance at her fella told Trinity that she was most definitely having the desired effect, and she hadn’t touched her pussy yet, or even shown it to him. She decided it was time for both of those things. Leaning back on her left hand, she parted her legs and slipped her right hand between them.

Colton made a strangled sound as her sex was revealed to him, already wet and swollen, so close but ultimately out of reach. Trinity played around, dipping her fingers just inside her cunt and swiping the juices over her vulva and clit. Again and again she touched and teased, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her boyfriend’s expression, his blatant need for her, were as arousing as her touch, and now her clit ached so much it was almost painful.

Scooping up more of the copious fluid that flowed from her, Trinity stroked it over her clit, jolting slightly at the sensitivity she found there. It wouldn’t take much to make her come, that was obvious. Zoning in on the tiny spot near the bundle of nerve endings that really got her going, she rubbed, building up to exactly the pressure and rhythm that got her off. At the same time, she watched Colton watching her, and got a huge kick out of how he reacted to her every move, his eyes wide, jaw slack, his fidgeting and the probably unconscious jerking of his hips.

Splaying her thighs even wider to ensure Colton was getting a really good view, she continued masturbating without holding back, every movement bringing her closer to climax. It wouldn’t be long…

Throwing her head back, she picked up her pace, not caring about the discomfort in her right hand. Coming was more important in that instant, and as the tightening in her abdomen increased, the tingles between her legs began; she knew she was on the precipice.

Apparently Colton knew, too. “God, oh god, babe, you look so fucking hot. Please let me fuck you.”

Blatantly ignoring him, Trinity let her fingers push her over the edge, an almighty climax crashing into her, making her cunt clench, her juices flow and her throat grow hoarse. It took all of the energy she had to stay relatively upright, as she wanted to watch her boyfriend’s reaction as she came right there in front of him, not allowing him to do anything except watch.

Her pleasure held her in its grip of oblivion for several long seconds, but as soon as she broke free enough, she opened her eyes again and looked at him.

Mouth agape, eyes almost popping out of his head and with an erection threatening to burst from his trousers, it seemed he’d definitely enjoyed the show.

“So,” she said, snapping her legs shut and fixing him with a stern look, “still think I’m a granny?”

Colton shook his head so fast he probably gave himself neck strain. He looked so eager, so damn horny, that she almost took pity on him.

Almost.