Getting Lucky!

by Allegra Johnson

  Getting Lucky!

  By Allegra Johnson

  A funny thing happens in Boston every March 17: everyone becomes Irish. The lasses shake their shamrocks. The lads party with their shillelaghs out. Liam, Jenna, and Max are up to some naughty shenanigans. Join them in Getting Lucky!

  Copyright © 2019 Allegra Johnson

  All rights reserved.

  Previously published as part of the anthology Shamrocks, Shillelaghs, & Shenanigans, A St. Patrick’s Day Sexy Shorts Collection.

  No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author except for a reviewer who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction and is not based on any persons living or otherwise. All characters are of legal age and consent. This book contains explicit sexual situations including male/male activities. If these things offend you, please do not download this book. It’s important to keep in mind that this is not real. It’s a means of entertainment and should be treated as such. Also, this is not a love story, but there is a happy ending.

  St Patrick’s Day in Boston: the day everyone becomes Irish, at least for a day. They wear green, ask for a kiss, and drink too much green beer, all leading to outrageous shenanigans. Fun times.

  The 11th annual Shamrocks, Shillelaghs, and Shenanigans party was in its second hour and growing louder and more crowded. A few housemates had moved the dining room table out to the deck to get a game of beer pong going. The music was pumping throughout the lower half of the house, a perk of having a couple of tech geeks living in the Sig Pi house. The party, hosted by Sigma Pi, was the most popular on campus; everyone wanted an invite, but only a select few dozen received one. Recruiting members of the college’s football, rugby, and wrestling teams to serve as bouncers made sure the by-invitation-only event stayed that way. A former fraternity president learned that lesson after the “’08 incident,” a tale shared countless times over years, which grew a bit more dramatic with every retelling. Alas, after the smoke had cleared, the firefighters had taken down the information for reports, and the insurance adjusters had done their thing, it was decided all future Shamrocks, Shillelaghs and Shenanigans parties would be more strictly controlled, at least at the door.

  Liam stood at the keg with his back to the crowd, filling two red plastic cups with frothy Bud Light, when a nudge to his shoulder caused him to splash beer on his hand. A side glance showed Max, his roommate, staring toward the dining room-turned-dance floor, his own cup suspended halfway to his slightly parted lips. Liam didn’t need to look at the dance floor; he knew Max was eye-fucking Jenna. What Max didn’t know was he would be fucking her with more than his eyes by the night’s end. Liam had brought up the idea of a threesome with Jenna about a week ago. A few days prior to that, Max had walked in on the couple going at it doggy-style and wanted in on the action. Jenna was more than down to fuck; she’d wanted Liam to call Max over to her dorm room then and there. With this party in mind, Liam hatched a wicked plan.

  “Dude, watch it, I almost dumped these cups,” Liam reprimanded as he turned to face the crowd and step away from the self-serve bar. Max kept in step with him.

  “Did you ask her?” Max afforded Liam a quick glance before looking back at the sexy leprechaun trying to dance an Irish jig with a few other girls. Jenna, Liam’s girlfriend, and Max’s current spank bank favorite, looked hot. Starting at her black stilettos, his eyes followed white thigh-high stockings up her long legs to a garter with a shamrock. She had a great set of legs, but her ass—damn! It didn’t help that her dress barely covered her full, juicy cheeks. Not that he was complaining—but damn! With every kick and turn, her dress rose just enough to allow a peek at rainbow lace; he wanted more than a peek. She spun around to face them.

  God, tits like hers should be illegal.

  They were just barely contained in her leprechaun dress. A black leather corset cupped the lower half of those luscious tits and cinched them tightly, forming a deep cleavage. Just last night he’d dreamed of sliding his dick through that very cleavage. With his hand in his pocket, he discreetly adjusted his semi-hard cock. “Well? Did you ask her?”

  Liam nodded, a devious grin forming. “Yeh, I asked her last week.” They watched Jen alternate leg kicks; flashes of rainbow lace appeared with each one.

  Liam passed a beer over to Max, saying, “Hey, hold this a sec,” then he reached into his pocket. He pushed the button on a remote and watched as Jenna paused mid-kick and shivered a bit. With a quiet laugh, he pushed the button again, holding it for a bit longer, watching as her steps faltered. He let up on the button, slid his hand out of his pocket and retrieved the cup from Max.

  “Last week? What the fuck, dude? What did she say?” Outrage colored Max’s words.

  “She said, ‘whatever,’“ Liam answered with a grin, heading toward Jenna with the beer. Max trailed along behind him.

  “’Whatever’? What the fuck? What does that even mean?”

  “It means whatever. As in, whatever happens …,” Liam shrugged, leaving his words hanging in the air as he approached a breathless and flushed Jenna. He handed over her beer.

  “Whatever,” Max muttered with a roll of his eyes.

  ~*~

  Jenna twirled around one last time as the final notes of Shipping up to Boston faded. She spotted Liam looking her way and gave him a smile and a slight wave as she turned to join the girls in another jig. She felt the quick pulse of the vibrating egg he’d placed inside her pussy before they arrived at the party. The longer pulse that followed made her wobble a little as her knees threatened to buckle on her. Jenna kicked her right leg up and turned in a half circle. She could see the guys standing just beyond the dance floor, watching her closely. They were both dressed in long-sleeved green tees, faded jeans, and sneakers. With his light brown hair in a close-cropped flat top, Liam’s hazel eyes sparkled. Whether from the beer or lust, she wasn’t sure. His t-shirt, with “Fuck Me I’m Irish” printed across his broad chest, made her laugh. Turning her attention to Max, with his dark hair cut short and tousled, she wondered what his trimmed mustache and beard would feel like between her thighs. Rough and scratchy or soft and tickly? Hopefully, she’d find out later tonight. Max’s t-shirt had her laughing even harder as it screamed: “I’m just here for the Titties & Beer.” Tonight was going to be fun. She briefly met Max’s eyes with a wink.

  Stepping away from the other dancers, Jenna met the guys a few feet away from the dance floor. She took a cup from Liam and gulped down nearly half before coming up for air.

  “Thanks.” She leaned in and gave Liam a soft teasing kiss on his lips. Looking over at Max, her eyes focused on his chest. A quick glance down showed her a sizable bulge beneath his button-fly. “I like your shirt.” She laughed again before she tipped her cup back and drained the remaining beer.

  “Thanks,” he said. She watched as his eyes focused in on her chest. “Nice dress. So, are you a leprechaun?”

  Jenna shot him a look, then turned toward Liam. “Come dance with me.” She tugged on Liam’s hand while taking a step back. She watched as the guys came to some kind of unspoken agreement. With a shrug, the men disposed of the cups and followed her to the dance floor, where a club remix streamed through the sound system.

  As the three took up a position on the edge of the dance floor, the men sandwiched Jenna between them. Liam danced in front of her with his hands on her tits, squeezing her full double-D globes, pinching and twisting her nipples. Jenna felt the long, hard length of Max’s shillelagh press against her ass as he moved in closer, taking hold of her hips and grinding himself into her.

  A warm puff of air tickled her ear, causing goosebumps to perk up along
her long neck as he spoke in a deeply toned hush. “So, little leprechaun, do you have a pot of gold for me? It seems I’ve caught you.” A shiver ran through her as Max began a trail of nibbling kisses on her exposed shoulder, then back up to nibble on her earlobe.

  With a catch of her breath, Jenna moaned, “Yesssss.”

  “Where? I don’t see a pot anywhere.” He sounded skeptical as he continued his teasing kisses.

  “Ahh. It’s under my … under my rainbow. Oh!” Jenna pressed back against Max’s hard body, feeling his stiff cock slot itself between her ass cheeks. She pulled Liam even closer; he’d somehow increased the intensity of the vibrator, and her moaning grew in volume as her senses became overwhelmed. The kisses, the touches, and that wicked egg drove her close to the peak. Her pussy walls began to contract around the golden egg as it continued to pulse deep within. Jenna let her head fall back onto Max’s shoulder as her orgasm hit her. “Ohh, fuck … Oh!” Her breathing came hard and fast, and her legs felt like jelly. The guys chuckled and took turns kissing her lips.

  “Your rainbow? I don’t see a … Wait, I remember seeing a bit of rainbow while you were dancing.” Jenna felt Max’s hands leave her waist in a slow tantalizing slide, coming to rest at the hem of her short dress. He tickled with the tips of his fingers under her skirt. “Is there a rainbow under here?” She could only nod as he carried on his search.

  Max’s hands moved closer to her rainbow lace panties. Meanwhile, Liam pulled the top of her dress down to expose her nipples. Lowering his head, he latched onto one large, peach-toned areola and sucked hard as his tongue rapidly flicked at her nipple. As the haze of her orgasm started to fade, she remembered where they were and what they were doing. “Guys, um should we not be doing this here? In front of all these …” Jenna trailed off as she felt Max’s hand reach the waistband of her panties.

  “Shush. No one can see anything. Don’t worry, we got you, baby,” Liam reassured her before returning his attention to her tits.

  “He’s right. We got you. And what do we have here?” Jenna bucked against Max’s hand as he slid it beneath her panties and lowered it to cup her mound. “Did I find the pot of gold?”

  Jenna nodded, biting her lip. She could feel another orgasm quickly approaching, and a gasp escaped her lips when Max shoved two of his long, thick fingers into her hot, wet cunt. Finding the well-placed egg, he pressed it firmly against her g-spot. “Use your words, sweet thing. Did I find the gold?” he demanded, jamming his fingers in and out at a fast pace while keeping the egg centered.

  The thumping beat of the music grew louder and camouflaged Jenna's vocal appreciation. Fuck, he’s good at this, Jenna thought, before yelling out, “Yes! Yes!” Jenna grasped Liam’s shoulders to keep herself upright as the guys brought her closer to another orgasm.

  “Oh baby, I could watch you like this all night,” Liam said as he straightened. Leaving her breasts exposed, he pressed his body against hers to keep her upright. He attacked her mouth with a rough kiss. Grasping her hips to keep them steady, Liam could feel the back of Max’s hand brushing up against his cock as he continued to finger fuck Jenna. “Come for us, baby. Come all over his fingers for me. I wanna watch you fall apart.” With her eyes locked on Liam’s, she arched her back and let out a long, high-pitched squeal as she rode Max’s fingers to the second orgasm.

  As Jenna caught her breath, steadying herself against Max’s large, solid frame, Liam leaned in for a light kiss. “That was so hot, baby. How about we head outside for some air? You look a bit flushed,” he finished with a smug smirk. Jenna could only nod in agreement as the guys led her out the doors to the deck.

  ~*~

  Liam, Jenna, and Max stepped off the deck and headed deeper into the backyard of Sig Pi. They stopped at one of the picnic tables set about the yard.

  “How are you doing baby?” Liam looked over at Jenna, concern etching his face.

  “I’m good. That was ...” She looked back at Liam, her head still buzzing with desire. That was what? Amazing? Mind-blowing? Everything she never knew she wanted? Yah, that. Having a threesome was new, but she liked it. And if it was wrong, it certainly didn't feel like it. Gazing into Liam's eyes--shining as they were, even in the dimly lit yard--it occurred to her that maybe he was a keeper. Shaking off her thoughts, she cleared her throat licked her lips. “Yah, I’m good. That was fun.”

  “I think you had a bit more than just fun, Jen,” Max said as he plopped down on the bench next to her. His hand landed on her bare thigh. He ran his fingers up and down the same few inches of skin.

  “Yeh, I think she’s the only one that had anything close to fun. I don’t know about you, buddy, but I’m in a bit of a spot here.” Liam glanced down at his crotch to make his point crystal clear.

  “Aw, does li’l Liam need some attention?” Jenna glanced up at Liam with a playful smirk.

  “Oh, baby you know there’s nothing little about him,” Liam countered as he stepped in front of Jenna with his hand hovering above his fly.

  “Do I?” Jenna tilted her head to the side, a giggle following her words.

  “Yeah, you do. Or should I remind you?” He slowly lowered his zipper as he moved closer.

  “What are you doing?” Jenna looked around the backyard. Seeing that they were alone, she let out a small sigh of relief.

  “Hey, Liam? Why don’t you let me hold onto that remote?” Max asked as he shifted his position to straddle the bench and slide in closer to Jenna.

  “Good idea. I plan on having my hands busy.” Smirking, he passed it over. A laugh escaped him as he saw Jenna flinch when Max pressed the button. “Yeah, great idea, buddy.” Reaching into his green boxer briefs, Liam pulled out his long thin dick.

  “Liam, we can’t do that here,” Jenna protested with a squeak as Max sent another pulsing jolt through her sensitive cunt.

  “Why not? It’s not like anyone can see anything.” Liam said. He traced the head of his cock around her lips, lightly coating them with his precum. Pressing just the tip of his head into her mouth and pulling back out, he said, “Come on baby. You always make me feel so good.” Jenna rolled her eyes and willingly opened her mouth. “Yeh baby, just like that,” he growled as he grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and roughly shoved his full length into her mouth and down her throat, thanking the sex gods that she had no gag reflex.

  Liam looked over to the side and watched Max’s hand disappear under Jenna’s skirt. The vibration of her moans on his throbbing member told him that Max had found his target. “Dude, when I’m done you have to give her mouth a try. Seriously, best head ever.” Liam let out a satisfied groan as he started thrusting his hips, fucking her hot, moist mouth.

  Standing beside her, Max opened the button fly of his jeans and pulled out his long, thick cock. Taking hold of Jenna’s hand, he brought it to his dick. He sighed as she wrapped her soft, warm hand around it and started to stroke. “I look forward to the moment, but right now, her hand is gonna have to do,” Max retorted as he began fucking Jenna’s fist.

  Liam’s grip on her hair tightened. He slammed his dick down her throat, and held himself deep, briefly cutting off her breathing. He watched as her eyes began to bulge and her face turned a bright shade of red, visible even in the dimly lit corner of the yard. Jenna’s throat worked to get air past his dick and into her lungs while she massaged his long, hard shaft, sending a tingle up his cock to his heavy, cum-filled balls. He was getting close and needed to drag this out a bit longer. Releasing her hair with one hand, Liam took hold of the base of his shillelagh and pulled it out of her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. Looking over at Max, he asked, “Wanna switch things up? I’ve got a killer idea.” The guys locked eyes and exchanged a devilish smile, then focused on Jenna.

  “Liam? What are you …” Liam slipped the head of his willy between her perfectly O-shaped puffy lips, cutting off her words.

  Max cleared his throat and licked his lips, watching intently as Liam toyed his dick around
Jen’s sweet mouth. “All right, Lee, what are ya thinking?”

  “I’m thinking I need to fuck her, and you need to get the best head you’ll ever have.” Liam gave up toying with Jenna’s mouth and buried himself fully down her throat again. One eyebrow lifted, along with the corner of his mouth as he smirked at Max. Pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, Liam felt a vibration traveling up his length, which muffled her moan.

  “Really? Even better than …,” Max left the words “than me” unsaid as he watched Liam pull all the way out and turn toward him. Liam stroked his dick.

  Leaning closer to Jenna, Max whispered in her ear, “Are you getting close, sweet thing? What if I …” Max held the button of the remote down, and the egg doubled its intensity. “Oh, you like that.” Max spoke in a groan as her hand tightened around his cock. Jenna’s hips jerked, and a rush of moisture soaked his fingers as she rode them to another body-wide orgasm.

  “Yeh, even better than you. Sorry, bro. She has no gag reflex. Now come on. Get that egg out of her so I can get to fucking!” Liam laughed at the sharp intake of breath from Jenna.

  “What? Hold on, Liam, we can’t fuck out here … Wait! When did you guys hook up?” Jenna looked around the backyard nervously, then gave each guy a confused look “That’s what you said, right? You guys…” She waved her hand between them.

  “Yeh, you could say we hooked up. And yes, we can do this. Stop being so nervous. No one can see us, and fuck ‘em if they can.” Liam leaned in to kiss Jenna softly before dropping his pants and briefs in one go to sit beside her with his shillelagh standing straight up between his thick, muscular thighs. “Come on, baby. Hop on and work your magic.”

  Max shrugged, speaking matter of factly. “It’s not a big deal. It started one drunk night freshman year. Now, we just help each other out through dry spells.” He pulled the egg from her pussy and brought it to his lips, licking it clean of her sweet juices.