Just My Luck

by Andrea Bramhall

  “Are you okay?” She straightens up and comes to stand in front of me, taking hold of my hand.

  “I’m perfect.”

  “I’m sorry about the magic show. I thought she’d like it.”

  “She did till the magician wanted to chop you into little pieces.” I pull her into my arms and breathe in the scent of her hair as she tucks her head against my neck.

  “Yeah, and don’t think I missed you heading to the bathroom just when the screaming started.”

  “Me?” I try to look innocent, but I think I look guilty as sin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Right.” She steps back and tows me into the living area. “I had a really great time tonight.” She’s smiling at me as we sit down. “I always do when I’m with you.”

  “Me too.”

  I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been dying to kiss her all night, so I draw her towards me and press my lips hard against hers. I can feel her shivering beneath my touch, feel her tremble. The way she reacts to me makes me feel like a god…or a goddess, I should say. It makes me feel like I’m twelve feet tall when she moans at my kiss and when goose bumps erupt along her arms as I trace them with my fingers.

  “Genna, I want to make love with you. If you don’t want that, then I need you to tell me now.”

  I’ve felt lust before. I’ve felt desire. But I’ve never felt this burning need for anyone like I feel for Genna. I’m desperate for her to say yes. For her to let me peel away her clothes and feel her skin against mine. I need to kiss every inch of her skin.

  “Are you sure? Abi, I don’t want you to regret this.”

  “I won’t.” I kiss her again, trying to tell her exactly how I feel about her. “I’m sure.” I lean back to look into her eyes. “Can we go to bed now?”

  She doesn’t say anything, but stands up and holds out her hand. I can’t breathe as I take her hand and follow her into our bedroom. I flip the switch and turn on the bedside light so that I can see her. She blushes deeply when she realises I want it to stay on.

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly…” Her voice trails off and she shakes her head. “I think it would be better if we turn the light out.”

  “If you really want me to, I will. But I want to see you, Genna. You’re beautiful and sexy, and I want to see every part of you. I want to see your body beneath my hands and my lips.” I kiss her gently just below her ear. “And I want to see your face when I make you come.”

  A groan comes from deep in her throat, and her lips fasten onto mine with ravenous intent. Her tongue plunges deep into my mouth, and her hands are clasped around my head. Her shirt has ridden up her belly, and I skim my fingers over the skin at the small of her back, then trace the length of her spine, unhooking her bra as I go. I pull away from the kiss long enough to lift her top over her head and toss it to the floor before we’re kissing again. I run my hands up her sides until they rest on the undersides of her breasts. Her chest is heaving with each ragged breath she takes, but the more I see her react to me, the more my own nerves calm. I focus on pleasing her. I want to tease her and touch her all night. Her skin is so delicate, so soft beneath my fingers, and the pale freckles on her face are abundantly apparent across her chest. I want to kiss every single one. I start down her throat and move to her shoulders.

  “Abi, I don’t think I can stand up anymore.”

  “Then lie down.”

  She does. I unfasten her jeans and slide them off as she lies on the bed. Her white panties are visibly wet, and her breasts lie heavy on her chest, nipples hard and reaching for the sky. I lie down beside her.

  “Please take your clothes off too.”

  I think I set a land speed record for stripping before I join her again.

  It’s exquisite. That first moment of skin-on-skin contact. Breast to breast. Belly to belly. Our thighs entwined. I let my fingers explore, trail them across her belly, down her legs, over her knee, and back up. I kiss her freckles again, intent on worshipping each and every one. I can feel her hips undulating beneath me, searching for contact, for pressure. Her hands are never still as she slides them up and down my back and along my rib cage and cups my breasts. Her fingers pinch my nipples gently until I need more. I don’t know how she knows, but her mouth finds them then. Her tongue licks each aching tip until they’re as hard as rocks. Then she bites them, gently at first, then harder as I press them into her mouth.

  “Jesus, Genna.”

  I sit up and straddle her thighs. She sits up with me. Her mouth never leaves my nipple as she cups me between my legs. I’m wet. Scratch that, I’m drenched. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my life, and feeling her gentle fingers stroke me through the thin, damp fabric only makes me wetter. I try to grind against her hand, and I whimper in disappointment when it disappears. It’s not gone long, though. Within seconds, she’s inside the wet material and pushes two fingers deep inside me. I throw my head back, cry out, and ride her hand. The heel of her palm hits my clit with every stroke. She adds a third finger, plunging in deep and hard.

  “Come for me, Abi.”

  She works her hand between my legs as she looks up at me. It’s the look in her eyes that pushes me over the edge and sets the orgasm tearing through me. Love. It’s there in her eyes, on her face, in the way she touches me. Plain, simple, unadulterated love. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to.

  The last tremors of orgasm ripple through my body as I ease her back down and kiss her lips, her cheeks, the column of her throat, and her chest. I pull her nipple between my lips, loving the feel of the puckered flesh on my tongue. But it isn’t enough. I need more. I need to know every part of her. I can smell her desire, and I know what’s waiting for me. Her underwear comes off easily for me as I kiss and lick the undersides of her breasts, her ribs, and the skin of her belly. I dip my tongue into her belly button and carry on. Her fingers grip my shoulders, but I can’t tell if she wants me to stop or is desperate for me to go on.

  “Can I taste you?”

  “Anything.”

  Her eyes are wild, shining with desire, the need to come written clearly on her face. She needs relief and I want to give it to her. I lower my head and take my first taste. The salty tang explodes across my tongue, and I know that I will never get enough of her. I will never get enough of this. I take my time. I lick and kiss every slick fold, explore each crevice. I use my fingers to spread her open and plunge my tongue inside her and marvel at the way the muscles try to grip hold of me and draw me deeper inside her. I don’t want it to end, but I can tell from the way she’s breathing that she needs release, and sooner rather than later.

  I draw her clit between my lips and suck, and I slip a finger into her drenched pussy. At the same moment, she screams and arches her back until she’s almost sitting up, her body rigid from the waves of pleasure rolling through her. In this moment, I understand. I know that this is what I’ve been waiting my whole life to find. That she’s the one person who completes me. That there is more power and more delight in the giving than in the taking. The intimacy I’ve just shared with Genna will be the feeling I’ll crave until the day I die. No other will ever do. No one could ever replace her in my heart, in my body, in my soul. I stay still, looking up at her, watching, waiting until she falls back against the bed, limp and boneless. Amazing. I kiss her gently, vowing to return soon to my new favourite place, and then crawl up her body and lie beside her.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nods and smiles at me. “Yeah, are you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  I want to ask if it was good for her, but I don’t want to sound so uncertain. I want to know if she wants to repeat it, but I don’t know if this was the best time to bring it up. I want to ask what else she likes, what she wants me to do for her, to her, with her. But I’m scared of coming on too strong and scaring her away.

  “That was amazing.” She rolls onto her side and kisses me. Well, that�
�s one question answered. “Give me a minute, then I want to go down on you.”

  And that’s question two answered. Should I ask? Ah, fuck it. “What other things do you like?”

  “In bed?”

  “No, for hobbies. Of course I mean in bed.” Her cheeks go bright red. “Don’t be embarrassed. I want to know how to please you. That’s all.”

  “I never really talked about this before.”

  “You were with Ruth for years. You never talked about sex with her?”

  “No. Ruth was pretty set in what she liked to do, and she was good at it, so we just kind of stuck with that.”

  “And what was that?”

  “She liked to use a strap on.”

  “And did you like that?”

  “Like I said, she was good with it. It’s just that…” Her voice trails away as I reach out toward her. I have to touch her. I just have to. I stroke my fingertips down her arm, moving haphazardly from one freckle to the next.

  “Go on.”

  “I just thought there could be a bit more to it. A bit more variety, you know? I didn’t want to just be fucked with that every time.”

  “Okay. What else?”

  “Don’t know.”

  “No, seriously, don’t get all shy on me again. I want to know.”

  “I’m not being shy. I don’t really know. Ruth was my first girlfriend, really, and all she wanted to do was that. So I guess I don’t really know what else I like. I’m pretty boring, I suppose.”

  Ruth was a bigger idiot than I thought. A sweet, sexy, damn near virgin, and all Ruth wanted to do was pound away at her like a horny teenage boy. She took a beautiful young woman and tore her self-esteem to shreds. I can see it in the embarrassed glances and the way Genna’s trying to cover her body. Well, that changes, and it starts right now.

  “No, darlin’, you just haven’t had the opportunity to experiment. Have you wanted to experiment with your sex life?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, tell me the things you’ve fantasized about, then.” There is something about the look in her eye. I brush damp hair off her face and smooth it down her back. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “There is. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me, Genna.”

  It takes her a long time to get the words out, but her eyes never leave mine the whole time. “It’s just that being with you is probably the biggest fantasy I’ve ever had, and I’m scared.”

  “Of what?”

  “That this isn’t real. That I’m dreaming. That this is just another fantasy that won’t come true.”

  “God, you just couldn’t be any sweeter.” I can’t resist the urge to kiss her again. “This is very real, and I want to make you come again. Tell me how you want me to do that.”

  “Only if you tell me what you like first. I know that you’ve only been with men. Do you want me to use something?”

  I put my finger to her lips. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about the different ways I want to be with you. I’ve even used those fantasies when I was working.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, yeah. That’s another little secret I kept from you.”

  “What secret?”

  “I was doing a little part-time job while Rosie was at school or in bed. Just to help with the bills and stuff.”

  “Okay, what was the job and what do I have to do with it?”

  “I was working on the sex chat lines.”

  “In the daytime?”

  “Yeah. And after Rosie went to bed. People use them all the time.”

  “And you used to talk dirty to them while they were…” She started to motion her hand.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh God.”

  “And I’d often use the fantasies I have about you to give me inspiration.”

  “Oh my God. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Well, it isn’t something I’m ashamed of, but I’m not exactly proud of it either. I did it to make some money. And I made pretty good money too.”

  “How?”

  “Well, the longer you keep them on the phone, the more you earn, so you have to get them where they want to go but draw it out as long as you can.”

  “And you were good at this?”

  “I was very good at it. It helped that I did some of the more involved stuff.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I did the normal lines with the horny teenage boys, but I also worked the dominatrix lines, the two-to-one lines, and the girls-only lines. That one was usually fairly quiet.”

  “Dominatrix!”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is that the kind of stuff you like?”

  “Some of the light stuff.”

  “Like?”

  “Well, I like tying down my partner. I like to be in control sometimes, but I don’t like to hurt my partner. Does that scare you?”

  “Erm, well…” She covers her eyes with her hand.

  “You can tell me, Genna.” I peel her hand from her face and kiss the tip of her nose. “I want us to be completely honest about everything. I will never judge you or laugh at you. You’re safe with me. So, does that scare you?”

  She bites her lip. God that drives me crazy. I want to tug that lip between my own teeth and suck on it, but right now, talking’s more important. So I arch my eyebrow and wait.

  “No. Claire bought me this pair of fluffy pink handcuffs as a joke one time. Ruth found them and used them on me. I kind of liked that.”

  Well, well, well. Naughty little minx. “See, you do like more than you were letting on.”

  “Maybe. Tell me about the other ones you mentioned.”

  “Well the girls-only line is pretty self-explanatory, the two-to-one lines were actually a lot of fun. A customer would ring up and want either two girls, two guys, or one of each to talk to him. Mostly it was two girls they’d want. So I’d get one of the other girls, and we’d both play the role like we were having a threesome with him or her.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Like I said, they were actually quite a lot of fun. The hardest part was not giggling all the way through it.”

  “Is that something you want to do?”

  “A threesome?”

  “Yeah.”

  There’s a little catch in her voice that tells me she’s scared of my answer. I’m just not sure if she’s scared that I’ll say yes or scared I’ll say no. “Been there, done that. It’s not something I really want to do again.”

  “Why not?”

  “I wasn’t in a relationship when I had those experiences.” Yes, there was more than one of them in my past. You’re thinking I’m a right slapper now, aren’t you? “I was the third person brought in. It was sex, not making love. Does that make sense?”

  She nods.

  “When I’m in a relationship, I don’t want it just to be about getting off. I want the emotion that goes with all the fun stuff. And besides, I wouldn’t want to share you with anyone else.”

  This earns me a huge kiss. “So you’ve been with women before?”

  “Only as part of a threesome, not like this.”

  “You have to tell me one of your fantasies now.”

  “What if I tell you I’m shy?”

  “Then I’ll phone you, and you can tell me.”

  That makes me laugh. “Okay, okay. One of my favourites is to make you come somewhere where we could get caught.”

  “What? You mean with people around?”

  “No, not exactly. I mean like the balcony out there for example.” She follows my eyes as I look out the patio doors. “The thought of making you come while someone else on the boat might be listening makes me so hot.” I kiss her neck again. When I lick the spot just below her ear, her breath catches and she shivers again.

  “How?”

  “How would I make you come?”

  “Yes.”

  “If we were out on the balcony, I’d have you looking out across the water l
eaning against the rail. Naked. Can you feel the wind against your breasts?”

  “Yes.”

  I squeeze one breast and smile when she closes her eyes. “Then I’d start kissing all down your back.” I roll her onto her side so that her back is to me and start to kiss up the back of her neck, across her shoulder blade, and then slowly down her spine. She starts to move her hand, but I catch hold of her wrist and hold it over her head. “If we were outside, you’d only be allowed to hold on to the rail. Here, you hold on to the pillow or the headboard, and you don’t move.”

  “Bossy.”

  “You have no idea.” I nip at her earlobe and feel her backside push towards me. “Once I’d kissed all your back, I’d have to spread your legs to see if you were wet enough for me.” I manoeuvre her onto her stomach. “Get on your knees, baby.” She slowly comes onto her knees, her arms stretched out in front of her, gripping the sheets. “Open your legs for me.” I kiss the backs of her thighs and reach under her to caress her breasts and stroke her sides.

  “Once I know that you’re ready for me, I’d have to start fucking you.” I press two fingers into her soaked pussy. “Now, in my fantasy I fuck you with a big, hard cock right there on the balcony, with the wind blowing in your hair. Can you feel the sea spray against your skin?”

  “God, yes.”

  I drive into her slowly, inch by inch, until she’s rocking back on my fingers. I pull back just as slowly before sliding into her again.

  “I know you’ll want to whimper and moan and cry out, but you know you have to be quiet. Because if you make a noise, I’ll stop fucking you. And you don’t want that, do you?”