Lucky Number Seven by Grayson Kelly

I turned the heavy silver and black object between my fingers. The metal felt cool on my skin. I ran my thumb over the raise design and the word "luck" then turned it over and reread the note and phone number that I had memorized over the past four days. Four days. Had it only been four days? Four days since I'd gone into that bar looking for something I couldn't define and finding the very definition of my desire in her. In one glorious night, mere hours actually, long-honed defenses came crashing down and I couldn't even begin to build them again. She awoke my passion. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I wanted her to keep me awake. I didn't want to sleep ever again.

I called her. When I heard that low, raspy voice answer, my pulse immediately picked up speed. I told her who I was. She was glad I called. Although my only thought was where and how soon I could have her again, I forced myself to participate in the small talk she initiated and was proud of myself for holding up my end of the conversation. When there was a lull, I asked her if she would like to join me for biking on the weekend and then come to my house for dinner afterward. She agreed.

On Saturday, I was making some adjustments to my bike when she pulled into the parking lot. She got out of the truck and flashed me a bright grin and a husky greeting. I immediately regretted that we were in a very public parking lot. With a casualness I didn't really feel, I returned her greeting and watched with every increasing desire as she used that magnificent body to lift her own bike from the bed of her truck and begin checking it over. While she was occupied, my eyes perused her familiar form. The tanned, toned arms that had held me both tenderly and fiercely the previous week were bared by the tight, sleeveless riding jersey. Her thickly muscled thighs were hidden by her shorts, but the ass I had admired both in and out of her jeans was deliciously displayed. I shook my head, trying to bring my recklessly lustful thoughts under some semblance of control. It had been a week since I'd seen her, but my body was acting as if it had been in contact with hers only hours before. I smiled when a sudden thought occurred to me. It had been a week. Seven days. Lucky number seven.

The first thirty minutes of our trek was made in silence as we climbed the steep trail that led to the ridge road. I was both relieved and disappointed that I was leading this particular part of our ride. If she had been in front I would have been treated to very welcome sight of her buttocks twitching as she pedaled, but probably would have ridden right off the trail as well. When we reached the ridge trail, we were able to ride beside each other and engage in some conversation. Small talk really. I commented on warm temperature. She commented on the lack of humidity. The weather may have been hot and dry, but I certainly wasn't.

We stopped for a break when we reached the end of the ridge road forty-five minutes later. Leaving our bikes beside the trail, we hiked several meters to a small outcropping that stood almost directly above the park's scenic overlook. We each drank our water and ate some snacks, replenishing the energy we'd expended. Actually, we were trying not to tear each other's clothes off. At least that's what I was doing. Nothing that we'd said as we rode was overtly sexual, but there was a definite tension between us. A tension of the most delicious and maddening kind. We both struggled to find topics of discussion that would possibly ease it. She talked about her work as a contractor. I discussed my job as a human resources manager of a hospital. But as we sat on the rock, silent as we ate and hydrated ourselves, the tension we'd managed to keep somewhat at bay was cresting.

I was on my back, stretching out my back and outer thigh muscles when the wave crashed down. I was staring up at the cloudless, blue sky as I stretched and then she was there. I saw the look in her dark eyes just before the world faded and she kissed me. My fingers tangled in her dark, damp hair and held her tightly. My mouth yielded to her demand and opened, allowing her thick, strong tongue entrance. I moaned when I felt her explore my mouth. I moved my hands to her broad shoulders. Her skin was warm and damp with sweat. I inhaled through my nose and was surrounded by her scent. She smelled like sunshine, like fertile soil, and something spicy that my mind simply identified as Jen. I was intoxicated. Her lips left mine and found my neck. I titled my head back and pulled her on top of me. God! It was just as I remembered. Her strong thigh slid between mine and nestled against my center. I rocked into her. She rocked into me, still feasting on my neck, licking the sweat and tasting my skin. I was rapidly approaching the point where I would either beg her to take me right there or ask her to stop so we could go somewhere more private. What was it about this woman that drove all thought from my normally very efficient, organized mind? And what was it about her that made me not care?

With a growl that was half arousal and half frustration, she pulled away from my neck. Her arms were extended, muscles bulging, as she held her upper body above me and brought her lustful gaze to mine. After several seconds, she whispered "Not here." She kissed me once more then rose to her feet. I lay on my back for several more minutes, trying to control my breathing then reluctantly stood on very shaky legs. We packed up our trash and got back on our bikes.

When we got back to the parking lot, we stowed our bikes and our gear. She pinned me to my car, slipping a thigh between my legs and kissed me again. I gripped her nicely toned buttocks as she brought her hands to my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened and she groaned as she circled the hard points with her palms through my shirt. I nipped hard at her bottom lip and pushed her away. With a smoldering look she told she would meet me at my house in a couple of hours. Then she turned and disappeared into her truck.

Dinner was ready when she arrived. I set everything out on the deck where I'd been grilling our steaks. As I finished setting up the table, she made polite conversation about the house and offered her sincere appreciation for the work that had been done to convert the old barn into a suitable, attractive home. We began our meal and Jen was very enthusiastic in her praise of it. We didn't talk very much, each too intent our own thoughts and consuming dinner. Half way through, I took a long drink of my iced tea and sighed. Jen stopped her fork just before another bite passed those captivating lips, then she put it down. She stared at me with a mix of curiosity and knowing amusement. My breathing and heart rate increased. I stared hard at my plate, not seeing anything, struggling to find some control. I couldn't keep doing it. I couldn't keep sitting there pretending that this was comfortable, that it was normal, that it was just two strangers sharing a companionable meal. I was burning up with desire for the woman sitting across from me and I couldn't keep pretending that I wasn't. I couldn't keep doing it. "Katie." My head snapped up as I heard her husky voice close to my ear. She had moved to my side. She was there, within reach. So I reached.

The railing of deck pressed into my lower back as she practically bent me over it when she kissed me. Her mouth was hot, demanding. Her hands were hard on all my soft places?my buttocks, my breasts, my thighs. She was everywhere at once but nowhere near where I wanted her to be. With a growl I grabbed the front of her shirt and spun her around, reversing our positions. I didn't care that we were outside. I didn't care what happened to our shirts after I practically ripped them from our bodies and sent them flying. Right there, in that glorious embrace, I simply didn't care.

We left a trail of clothing from the deck leading into my living room. On the stairs that led to my bedroom, I lost my balance and sat down heavily on the step. She was on me instantly. I leaned back and I grabbed her hair with one hand and the railing with the other while she licked, sucked, and nibbled at my breasts. I spread my thighs and she wasted no time in fitting herself between them. She rocked her pelvis against me and cried out. I pushed her head away from my breasts and down. I wanted her mouth on me. I shouted in frustration when she stood up and urged me further up the stairs.

We fell on the bed and found each other. On our sides, we entered each other swiftly, strongly. I pushed two then three fingers into her warm, slick channel. She growled then thrust into me, matching my fervor. I couldn't hold my orgasm back. It came on me fast and hard. I arched into her, burying my fingers in her hard enough to make her grunt as the wave crashed over me. My fingers were still inside of her as my body rode my climax. When it subsided I rolled onto her. My arm moving again, I thrust into her and captured a nipple between my teeth. She gasped, "Harder." I pushed into her more deeply and bit sharply on the pebbled flesh. I switched back and forth between her breasts, all the time filling her deeper and harder with my hand. My thumb found her clit and she came with a howl, her body bowed and taut. I simply held myself still and watched eagerly. She was so beautiful.

I gently withdrew my fingers from her center and lay on top of her. Our legs entwined, we kissed deeply, wetly. Each giving and taking. Me filling her mouth and her filling mine. We were more controlled but no less hungry for each other. When we were recovered enough, she pushed against my chest. When I sat up, she grinned that grin I was so fond of and twirled her finger in a circle. I nodded and smiled very willing to fulfill her request. I sat up and turned so that I was straddling her shoulders. Again we wasted no time. We tasted each other, matching each other stroke for stroke using our mouths, lips, teeth, tongues, and fingers. Again, I couldn't hold out, but she wasn't far behind me.

We rested, arms encircling each other. Sweat was cooling on our bodies. I felt wonderful, but far from sated. I propped myself up on an elbow and stared at her. I traced the different lines of her face with a finger tip. She nipped at my finger when I drew too close to her mouth. There was something niggling my brain at the intimacy we were sharing, but I didn't spend any time trying to search it out. I simply let it be.

"Wow," Jen sighed and hugged me closer. I kissed her gently and agreed. She rolled us over and leaned her weight on me. I think I actually purred. She felt incredible on top of me. I ran my hands freely over her shoulders and arms. My feet slid up and down her tightly banded legs. I dug my nails into her back, drawing a strangled groan from her throat. She kissed me. This time it was very, very erotic. She traced my lips with her tongue; teased me by nipping at my lips then pulling away to use that wicked muscle again. She licked and sucked her way to my jaw then back to my ear where my soft lobe found itself captured between sharp teeth. I gasped and grasped her harder, my nails digging into her skin further. Jen systematically worked her way to the other side of my neck, then across my chest and when she finally sucked my nipple into her mouth I was writhing beneath her and begging her to fuck me. If I had been the least bit concerned about decorum at that point, I would have been appalled. But I didn't care. I wanted everything she had to give me and I wanted her to have everything I had to give. As far as I was concerned, we weren't leaving that bed all weekend. She pulled away from my breast and rolled me onto my stomach. I felt the hard points of her nipples against my skin and her hot groin on my buttocks. She ran her hands up my arms and grasped my hands tightly. Then she rode my ass. It was so incredibly hot. The whole time she was grinding her wet center against me, she told me about how she hadn't been able to stop thinking about our previous encounter. Then proceeded to recount it for me?in vivid detail. By the time she got to the part where she'd used the phallus on me, she was coming and I was reaching desperately for my bed side table.

I watched as she stood by the bed and strapped the phallus to her hips then rose to stand in front of her. I reached between her legs to feel the wetness on and between her folds. She gasped and swayed a little, still sensitive from her recent climax. I led her to the bench beneath my window. She sat down and I straddled her thighs, rubbing my sensitive flesh against the firm flesh. When she leaned back, making room for me, I moved my knees further forward so that I was kneeling on the bench. Slowly, I reached between my thighs and grasped the phallus, positioning it at my entrance. With one smooth motion I sank onto it. I groaned and arched. She put one hand on my ass and fondled my breasts with the other. I began to rock up and back then down again. I put my hands on her shoulders and she grasped my hips in both of those large powerful hands. I felt full. I felt very feminine. I felt free. She encouraged my movements with her words and her touch. I rode her hard and fast. I barely stopped coming before she picked me up and took me back to bed. She put me on my back, draped my legs over her shoulders and took me deeply. It was slow. It was controlled. It was all I needed and wanted.

We slept off and on throughout the night. Sometimes we talked. Most of the time we gave each other pleasure. When morning came, we were in the living room lying naked on the couch. I was wonderfully sore when I finally extricated myself from her embrace and made my way to the bathroom. I came back out and frowned when I saw her dressing in her clothes from the previous evening.

She looked at me, uncertainty swimming in her brown eyes, "I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do."

I was instantly uncomfortable and quickly walked out onto the deck and retrieved my shirt. I didn't want to discuss this too much. As far as I was concerned it was what it was. I admitted to myself that I found Jen fascinating on more than just a physical level, but I wasn't ready to talk about that. I wasn't ready to deal with that.

"What do you want to do?" I asked quietly, curling up on the end of couch.

Those dark eyes were swirling with emotion. She replied, "I want us to get in the shower. I want to borrow some clothes then fix you breakfast. I want to spend the rest of the day being with you. Whether we simply talk or go for a walk or watch television or spend the whole day christening every inch of your house, I simply want to be with you. And tonight, before I leave, I want to make arrangements to take you out to dinner later in the week."

I looked at her, gauging the sincerity of her words. I saw the truth. I saw my own thoughts and unexplained feelings reflected in those dark, endless depths. Neither one of us were sure, exactly, what we were doing or where we were going. But there was something. We just didn't want to analyze it yet.

I walked up to her and slowly took her clothes off then removed my shirt. Taking her hand, I led her back up to the loft and into the master bathroom. As we stood under the shower spray, soaping each other and trading soft kisses, she asked about her lighter. Laughing, I shut off the water and stepped out of the stall. We dried off and went back into the bedroom where we both dressed in soft shorts and tank tops. In the kitchen she asked me if I was going to give her an answer about the lighter.

I wound my arms around her neck and kissed her then said, "I'm not ready to give it back yet. It seems that it brings me all kinds of luck." She grinned then made me breakfast.