Dumb Luck

by J G Jerome

  “I want you to love me. I want to be your lover. I am disappointed that I didn’t catch you first. I am thrilled to be hanging out with Trina, and her kiss lit me on fire. I am interested in exploring that more. I joked about being in your harem, but I’m not really joking.” I nod as she ticks them off. She looks at me. “I am disappointed that the three of us didn’t get the opportunity to make love today. If I can have nothing else, I want to make love to the two of you once in my life. And...I really want to be your viticulturist and your vintner.”

  I kiss her tenderly. “You are right that I’m overwhelmed, but here are a couple of things I can share or commit to.” I kiss her again. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. Your vivacious nature, your wit, your exotic, cute face, and your tight little body all draw me to you. They did the first day, and your attraction has given me no rest. I have had the fortune to get to know Trina and Myra quickly since then. I yearn to get to know you the same way. There are things going on in my life that I need to shield you from, and there will be secrets I have to keep initially. I think I need to be in a position to share those things with you, before making any promises. I ask in the meantime, that you let me get to know you and love you. Please don’t give up on me.”

  She un-latches her seatbelt and crawls up to straddle my lap. She pulls me close and kisses me. Then she looks me in the eyes, “I won’t give up on you. You’re offering me all I need for now and all I want for my future.”

  Trina calls back, “Don’t you two start getting me all teary-eyed now!” We laugh.

  “I will commit to you right now, that if this deal goes through you will be running the vineyards. Deal?”

  She looks at me with shining, joyful eyes. “Deal”

  “Excellent,” I say. “Now, back in your seat and buckled in, Krissie. I want you safe.” She kisses me and takes her seat.

  Trina continues, “Or you could blow him. He is building quite a reputation for car sex.”

  Kristina laughs, “Only if you pull over and join us back here!”

  “Don’t tempt me,” Trina growls as we turn left off Page Springs Road back onto 89A heading back to Cottonwood.

  We get back to KC’s office and park behind the building. I grab Kristina’s hand as we park, “Let me get your door, love.”

  She bites her lip as she looks up at me. “Yes, sir.”

  I hustle out the other door, and around to open the door. Kristina holds her arms out. I grab her and lift her out of the vehicle and pull her to me for a kiss before setting her down.

  Trina is sitting turned towards her door, and slides out watching us. I close Kristina’s door, and Trina pulls her into an embrace. She looks into Kristina’s eyes and says, “Sweetie, watching you with him makes me want you more. I want to make love to you desperately, Krissie.” Then she kisses the shorter beauty.

  Kristina gasps, “Well I don’t think the boys are going to need us. Maybe we can find an empty office with a couch. My panties are so wet I need to wring them out!” She kisses Trina again.

  Little Jack is about to jump out of my pants to join them, sending me off on my own to do paperwork. “Let’s go my lovelies before I bend you both over the rear bumper.”

  Trina looks up, and each wraps up one of my arms as we walk towards the back office door.

  KC leads us to his office. Trina wraps her arms around Kristina from behind, who leans back into the embrace. KC doesn’t notice until Trina asks him, “KC is there an office with a couch where we could cuddle up for nap? Jack wore me out last night, and Kristina needs some rest after her hard day yesterday.” Kristina nods as she cuddles against Trina.

  KC picks his jaw off the floor and nods, “Follow me.” He leads them to a large office in the back corner. It’s away from the door and wrapped in shadow. The plate on the door says ’Calliope Georgeopoulos.’ Against the window is a 3-cushion couch. There are floor-length drapes covering the window. KC turns on a desk lamp. “This should meet your needs,” he says with a smirk. “Have a nice nap, ladies.” Then we return to his office.

  KC sits at his desk and brings up my paperwork with a shit-eating grin. I suspect we just helped him punk one of his colleagues. One of the reasons I like KC better than most agents I’ve dealt with is that he actually treats real estate like a job. He does his homework. He sets things up so he can move quickly for his clients when everything lines up. I’ve filled out electronic templates for offers and contracts; therefore, rather the normal two hours to get a basic contract together, I’m expecting about 30 to 45 minutes. I review the terms with him again. He writes them up and asks me a few clarifying questions. Makes a few additional notes. He recommends a generous earnest as he thinks it will fertilize the field of play; so,I write a check for twenty grand in earnest money. Thirty-five minutes later, he looks at me and says, “That’s it, Jack. Why don’t you go nap with the girls while I contact the sellers.”

  “Sure, KC. Thanks for make that quick. Uh...just out of curiosity...how big of a mess do you want us to leave in there?”

  He laughs, “Big! The bitch is a partner, and she pissed on my desk when I got this listing - I guess from jealousy. She literally climbed up here, squatted down and peed on all the papers on the blotter. I wish I had video in here ‘cause I would have loved to have seen that. The other partner told her to clean it up or she was done. She was in here last night in a short tight party dress with a bucket, mops and rags cleaning up while I supervised. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. If she weren’t such a bitch to me, I would have to ask her out,” he laughs.

  I just look at him. “KC, does she treat you like that all the time?”

  He nods, “Yeah. I don’t know why. She’s actually pretty nice to most folks, and great with the customers. She’s just got a hard-on for me.”

  I chuckle, “That’s it exactly, KC.”

  “Huh?”

  I explain it to him, “She’s bratting to get you to take control. She wants you. I bet her panties were soaked while you were supervising her.”

  He shakes his with a big grin. “Nope. As tight as that dress was, I would know if she was wearing panties. No way.”

  I nod as I laugh, “Exactly. She wants you to dominate her. She wants what’s called a ‘firm hand.’ She wants you to be her dom. Maybe her ‘Daddy,’ but I’d start with Dom.”

  He shakes his head, “No way. She’s fifteen years younger than me, packed and stacked, easily 6’ tall without the three to four inch heels, her shoulders and hips are as broad as most men in the office, and she’s a Greek beauty. She’s basically Amazon Goddess material.”

  I raise my eyebrows, “Don’t forget, the Amazons only mated with warriors that could beat them in battle. If you find her at all attractive, exercise dominance. I’m guessing a hand on the back of her neck to bend her over a desk, offer her a safeword, and then raise her skirt and spank her bare ass. If you walk into her office, sniff, and say ‘it smells like wet pussy in here, I don’t think that’s the professional standard we expect here, yada-yada,’ then execute the plan. She will probably offer to be your love slave”

  His eyes look like saucers, “I had a girlfriend that like to be spanked, but she wasn’t as bitchy. I never expected this. We weren’t really into...is it called, ‘the scene?’”

  I nod. “Sometimes. I just refer to it as playing games. If she is a big woman, she may want a big man that can convince her that he’s strong enough to take care of her. I had a girlfriend that was an intelligence operator; she was kind of like that. I don’t know this woman, and I’ve never seen the two of you interact. Regardless, pissing on your desk is a drastic call for attention.”

  He scratches his head. “Well I’m gonna have to think about that. Her name is Callie, and she’s gorgeous. Six feet tall, firm, and curvy. Black hair and mediterranean complexion. If she treated me decent, I would probably fall hard for her.”

  I nod, “You may be the only man she knows that is bigger than her. She knows your work eth
ic and your sense of humor, so I suspect she respects you and likes you under all the brat. Based on Trina and Kristina’s reaction to you, I would say you can connect with females easily enough, but hold back from confidence issues. She may be trying to get you to notice her. Whatever you decide to do, just pay attention to how she reacts to anything you do or say.”

  He gives me a quizzical look, so I continue. “She will give you clues about what she wants. If she starts making a lot of noise or struggling hard, then ask her, “Do you really me to leave, Callie? Would you like to play a different game? Tell me what you need, Callie.’ You’ll know in less than a minute where you stand. You just have to notice her reactions and decide how to respond to get her to react in a more positive manner. If she says ‘leave,’ then tell her you were confused by the obvious cry for attention on your desk, apologize and go quietly. If that happens, just treat her with courtesy and respect. She will probably come around.”

  He contemplates that as he nods at his desk. Without looking up he says, “Get out of here, Jack. I’ll come get you after I talk to the sellers.

  * * *

  Kristina stands in front of the couch as Trina closes the door. Trina locks it and wraps Kristina into a hug. She says, “Krissie, I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want you desperately.” She licks her lips, and leans against Kristina’s forehead as she looks down into her eyes. “Until three days ago, I had been with no one other than Myra since we became sexually active at age 16. I never wanted anyone else. Then she introduced me to Jack, and it confused the shit out of me. Men never figured into my fantasies, let alone my actual sex life. Then I wanted him to dominate me. To use me. To take his pleasure from me. In between people trying to kill one or both of us, we started this dance of flirtation. I have fallen in love with him indecently fast, as he has fallen for Myra and me.”

  She tips Kristina’s chin up and kisses her gently. “I met you and felt your mutual attraction with Jack. He was playing it cool, but I could tell you were already on his radar. A new trigger tripped inside of me. I wanted you. For him. For me. For us.” Another kiss. “I don’t know how long we can keep you with us, but I want to make love to you right now. I want to drink you in with my eyes and my body. Please don’t tell me no. Please get naked, right now!”

  Kristina kisses her deeply, then she steps back and starts kicking off her shoes as she unbuckles her jeans and pushes them to the floor. Her white cotton panties are transparent from all the moisture in them. Trina watches in wonder for a moment, and then quickly throws off her jacket, sets her clutch on the desk before unlacing her boots enough to kick them off. Kristina whips her t-shirt over her head followed by her sports bra, revealing small, barely conical breasts with small erect nipples. She whips her wet panties off as Trina gets the first boot off, and then wrings them out into the trash bin. She hangs them on the door hook to dry, and wraps her arms around Trina from behind. After Trina gets the other boot off, she opens the buttons and knot in the shirt, sliding the blue flannel from Trina’s body. She kisses Trina’s bare back as Trina works off her pants, dropping them in place.

  Trina turns to wrap Kristina in a tight embrace topped with a hot, sloppy kiss. When they split apart, Trina lays down on the couch with legs spread wide, and rubs her wet pussy. “Krissie, please put your wet pussy right here on mine.”

  “Trib?” Kristina asks. Trina nods. Kristina shrugs, “Okay, but let me taste you first.” She detours only long enough to wet her tongue and lube all of Trina’s parts, then puts her right leg under Trina’s left, squeezing it to her body. Trina sits up and kisses her, then lays back as she pulls Kristina’s left leg to her, relishing in the bath she is getting from her lover’s juices as they start to move. Their clitorises’ sporadic encounters get more frequent as they adjust and get to know each other. They clasp a hand next to Trina’s leg and pick up the pace, looking into each other’s eyes. Before long, their physical frenzy catches up with the emotional frenzy, and they both explode, moistening each other from stem to stern.

  Trina pulls the limp body of Kristina to her chest and baths her face in kisses. “Goddess! Why do I need you so much?”

  Kristina shakes in her arms, “I don’t know, love. Just don’t let me go! I need you just as much.”

  They calm down over time, just laying there wrapped in each other’s arms for several minutes.

  Eventually, Kristina sits up. “I hate to break the spell with tough questions, but I need to know. Does Jack know you’re Sidhe?”

  Trina’s eyes bug, then she nods slowly. “Yes. Myra and I would have kept it from him, but the Summer Court introduced themselves rather abruptly on the way to Sedona, and the cat was out of the bag.” She caresses Kristina’s face and looks in her eyes. “Not that it matters, but that just confirmed my suspicion that you’re not wholly human. Care to share?”

  Kristina shakes her head. “You’ll leave me.”

  “I may have to depart, but I will not leave you, Krissie! I mean it. You may or may not know who I am in addition to what I am. If you do, you should know I would never leave someone I love. I love you! Goddess help me, but now I love two women and a man. I’m turning into a plaything.”

  Kristina whispers, “The Sidhe call my clan ‘the Mongrels.’ We’re primarily dwarven. Generations back a Sidhe maiden mated and married a dwarven man. They had beautiful children, but neither the dwarves nor the Sidhe would have them. So the patriarch set off to find a home for his family where they could thrive. The children mated with humans, dwarves, brownies, various goblin races, elves, and picked up various bits from each, but always laid on a foundation of strong dwarven muscular-skeletal structure. I’m among the tallest of my clan; although, Annette makes us all look like shrimp. My grandmother was Yavapai; so,now I have some Native features blended in.”

  Trina whispers back, “And you are absolutely gorgeous in every way. Your people are known to me. They are strong, resourceful, the most beautiful of all the dwarven clans, and worthy of respect. I’m honored you agreed to love me.”

  Kristina smiles and kisses her. “You sound like Jack. And maybe a bit like the clan Laughlin Sidhe,” she chuckles.

  Trina wiggles her fingers in the air. “Katrina ab Koran Mac Laughlin, of the Winter Court branch of Clan Laughlin.”

  It’s Kristina’s turn to bug her eyes. “Oh shit! You’re that ‘Trina?’ Next you’ll tell me Myra is...mmmph.” Trina covers Kristina’s mouth with her fingers and nods solemnly.

  Kristina’s eyes turn dark and misty, “Why would he want me when he has the love of the two most wonderful princesses in all of Sidhe?”

  Trina smiles and pulls her close. “Because he sees you for the lovely person really are, not ‘who’ or ‘what’ you are. I think he said he knew the first time he met you, right? He didn’t need his nascent powers to know you were worthy of love. He’s falling for you. It’s obvious in the way he looks at you and talks to you. You are his. He is yours. He just has shed-load of stuff to process right now.”

  Kristina sits up again, “Powers? Jesus! He’s not human? That’s why I’m so desperate to catch him. I’ve been worried that as a human his age will start to catch up with him before too long. I want him to give me children quickly enough he will be here to enjoy them.”

  Trina says, “I don’t know if the dwarves have kept up with his line like the elves have.” She stops suddenly and bites her lip before continuing, “It’s not my story to tell, beloved. I shouldn’t have mentioned his powers at all.” She bites her lip again. “Kristina, darling, say it. Say you are his! Mean it!” she whispers intently.

  Kristina nods, “I belong to Jack Jerome. I am his. I pray he is mine!”

  Trina pulls Kristina into a kiss. Then she holds her face with both hands. “Protect him, Kristina. I fear he is the only hope to pull the Sidhe out of their own asses and pull the humans out of their destructive cycle. We have to keep him safe.”

  Kristina smiles at her gently. “Of course, Honey. How could
I do anything else?”

  Trina says, “You can’t. I’ve only come to realize this over the last day, but he must survive at all cost. You must put his life above all others. Yours, mine, your clan, my court, it doesn’t matter.”

  Kristina looks confused, “Of course! I love him.”

  Trina shakes her head, “Jack is the Green Lord.”

  Kristina sits up rapidly. “What? There hasn’t been a Green Lord for four thousand year! How can Jack be the Green Lord?”

  Trina shrugs, “I don’t really know, but I suspect it’s an anomaly of genetics, body chemistry changes brought on by stress, and falling in love with the Green Lords’ sworn enemy, the Sidhe. Whatever the trigger, he becomes more loving and more protective every day. My auntie has felt him growing in power for months, and she lives in Missouri. I don’t know how. I do know that he is the Green Lord.”

  Kristina gets up and paces, running her fingers through her short hair. Shaking her head, “How can he love me? The Green Lord could never love one of my people even if you can. No way.”

  Trina follows her and wraps her in a hug. “Loving his is special power, Krissie. The elves say he has the powers of creation. After talking to Auntie Peg, I think they have it backwards. I think he has the power of love; the creation powers are just one of the ways they manifest. Then again, I’m just guessing. I can tell you what I do know about our Jack. Commitment, love, compassion, and nurturing are his wheelhouse. He is still trying to figure it all out, but before long even his stubborn ass will figure it out. Regardless, trust me. That man loves you. I love you. You have joined a rapidly growing, diverse, and loving family.”

  She grabs Kristina’s hand, “Come back over here. I haven’t gotten to taste you, yet!” she says with a grin. Kristina returns it with a shy smile of her own.

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