Trish lay half naked in her bed watching a late night show on TV. The little air conditioner in her window strained to keep up with the heat in her bedroom.
It was a nice two-bedroom apartment that she shared with her roommate, Eve, but it was created out of an attic in an old Dutch colonial, and had little insulation. So it was cold in the winter, and now hot in the summer.
Still Trish was able to get by, with a ceiling fan, another oscillating fan, and a large glass of ice water. That is, if she remained motionless on the sheets.
She had become quite used to walking around in just her panties and a sports bra on hot summer nights. Tonight was no different.
Life had changed drastically for her in the last half dozen years. Her father walked out on her mother when Trish was still in middle school, leaving her and her older brother alone with an absentee mother.
The fact that he had left their mother was understandable. In fact both she and her brother Dan had moved out as soon as they were of age. Such were their mother's shortcomings and dalliances. It was the fact that her father turned his back on them that affected her so profoundly.
Because the law mandated it, her father paid for Trish's schooling and rent, but he afforded her little else. She was forced to go to a local college, and abandon her dreams of attending the top-flight university that she was accepted to, but couldn't afford.
Her brother, by way of a sports scholarship, was able to attend a great college in the mid-Atlantic, and now worked in Manhattan. She adored her brother. He was handsome, easy to talk to, and very generous. In fact, she didn't know how she would get by without his monthly stipend to her.
Trish sat up in bed, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was on the back of her door. Genetics had blessed her with a flawless face, along with a tall and slender figure, though she didn't feel that beautiful these days, and she didn't see it in the mirror that night.
Two months before, her boyfriend of two years, broke up with her. It was the first real love and heartbreak of her life, and it crippled her emotionally.
They had started going out their last year in high school, and now after his sophomore year in college, Jim wanted his freedom. He had found out that being monogamous in college is difficult when there are so many coeds on campus, and your girlfriend is hundreds of miles away.
"Is there someone else," was Trish's immediate question as he stood in her kitchen the night of the breakup.
"It's not about someone else." His answer was so trite it was ludicrous. It was also a non-denial denial, and she knew it. She had been guilty of the same tactic once herself.
"That's bullshit."
"Trish I'm just not ready to settle down." It was the first bit of truth he had uttered that night.
She immediately broke down, and in an attempt to console her they ended up in bed. Afterwards, he knew it was a mistake, and he felt guilty and trapped. He left long before morning, and made some excuse about his mother waiting up for him.
It was bullshit of course, and she knew it. He had never cared in the past if his mother was waiting up for him. It's ironic how, depending on which side of the break up you are on, such things that are menial to one, are monumental to the other.
Now, two months later, she was still devastated by the break-up. She had to talk to someone. Eve was off at her family's beach house, and it was after midnight on a Thursday night, so naturally she called her brother Dan.
He answered on the third ring. "Hello?" She had awoken him.
"Dan I'm so sorry, did I wake you?"
"No, I had to get up to answer the phone anyhow." It was a bad joke that Trish was oblivious to.
"Good because I really need to talk to someone."
"What's wrong? Let me guess; Jim. Have you talked to him?" He had heard it all before. It had gotten to the point that he didn't even have to listen to her. All she needed was a sounding board, just someone to grunt an "ahuh," every time she made a point, points that she had made a thousand times before to anyone who would listen.
It was beyond tolerance, but he felt obligated to tolerate her since she was his kid sister who he loved very much. A kid sister who he felt he abandoned with a tramp of a mother while he escaped to college.
Some local colleges had offered him equally good packages to play for them, but he, like his father, wanted to be as far away from that house as life would take him. Listening to his kid sister complain about her ex-boyfriend was now his penance.
"Hey, what are you doing Saturday?' He interrupted Trish's tirade about how Jimmy was fucking every slut on campus.
"Well I'm supposed to work at the restaurant. Why?"
"I've got the company box for the Yankee game that night."
"Ah shit I've got to work."
"Can't you switch?"
"I don't know. I'd have to call in some pretty big favors."
"So call them in."
"Just like that?"
"Trish, it's the company's luxury box at Yankee stadium. When will you get an opportunity like this again? Besides it would do you good to get out and get a little drunk."
"Yeah," Trish sighed, "that sounds good. But what about you? I'm sure you could find some young hottie to take to the game."
"I am taking some young hottie to the game."
"You're sweet. Okay, I'll see what I can do," she agreed and then hung up the phone.
Trish lay back again on the bed at ease. Thank god for Danny she thought. It was her own self-psychoanalysis that had eased her mind, but she credited it all to her brother, since he had been there to listen.
Finally she felt tired enough to sleep. She turned up the sound on the TV and watched as the host introduced his next guest. It was a young and handsome actor that Trish loved.
"He is so good looking," she whispered to herself. "Man I wouldn't mind him taking me to the game or at the game."
She turned up the sound more so that she could hear the actor's deep voice. He was dressed simply in a button down shirt and jeans. More manly attire you couldn't get, but of course it depended on the man wearing the attire.
His collar was open at the collar. Not enough to be crass, but enough to be sexy. Trish moved her hand up to cup her breast as she concentrated on his deep blue eyes in close-up.
She played with her breast some more as her other hand moved down to her panties and cupped her pussy over the material. She thought of the actor kissing her, nuzzling her breasts and grinding into her with his crotch. She, cautiously, fingered her clit through the material.
Sensuality was actually something new to Trish. Sex wasn't. She had lost her virginity years ago, and she only enjoyed sex, back then, as an expression of affection. Not as an end in itself.
Her awareness of sexual pleasure came about a year or so ago. It started, naturally enough, with her having sex dreams. Sometimes they were of Jimmy, but then soon after another figure started to appear.
She couldn't see his face at first, she assumed that it was just a personification of all men, and it was with this unknown figure that, in a wet dream, she had her first orgasm.
