Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  I shook those thoughts out of my head as I handed her the medicine.

  “How are you feeling?” I needed to focus on anything other than what I had just walked in on.

  “Much better, thank you.” She handed the empty cup to me, and I set it down on the table. I took a few minutes to get a really good look at my sexy guest. Her hair was long, at least halfway down her back, thick and dark brown. Her eyes matched her hair, and her skin was olive and silky smooth. She had a dimple that I wanted to kiss every time it popped up when she smiled.

  “Natalie called while you were asleep.” I leaned over and grabbed her phone from the side table, handing it to her. “She wanted to make sure I hadn’t murdered you yet.” I laughed, loving that my joke put a smile on her face. “You’re welcome to stay here for our party tonight. If you’d like of course.” My gaze met hers, and I saw her hesitation. I wanted to nip it in the bud before she talked herself into leaving. “Natalie said she’d be over by ten.” I put my hand on her knee to emphasize my next statement. “We really think you should stay.”

  “Oh?” She looked down at my hand on her leg and blushed. She turned her head to hide it, but I caught a glimpse of the sexy flush in her cheeks. “You both think I should stay, huh?”

  “We do.” I squeezed her leg, before getting up. I really should get dressed. Having just a towel between us was going to get me into so much trouble. “I’m going to get dressed.” I gestured towards the bathroom in the hall. “You could use that bathroom if you want to freshen up.” I leaned against the doorway to my bedroom, really hoping she’d agree to stay. I know it was just a dream, but I really wanted a chance to let her experience the real thing, if she was down. “There are some towels in the closet, and an extra tooth brush.” I ran over to the hall bath and flipped the light on, making sure there was some extra shampoo and face towels. “Feel free to jump in the shower if you want.”

  “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me today,” she replied as she made her way from the couch towards me, stopping just before we touched. She placed her hand on my bare chest. “I’d love to be able to repay you, somehow.” She smiled teasingly, her dimple making an appearance before she turned and walked into the bathroom.

  Julia

  I closed the bathroom door and stood with my back against it. When did I become so bold? The dream left me excited and wanting all kinds of things I could never ask for. So why did I basically just offer myself up to Isaac? Maybe a shower was just what I needed. I texted Natalie and told her I would stay at the party if she agreed to bring me a change of clothes. A sexy change of clothes. She replied with about fifty emojis which told me she was very happy with my decision. Sometimes I wondered if she wanted to live vicariously through me and my single life since her and Brandon got strapped at the hip back in 11th grade and had been together for five years.

  I reached into the shower and turned on the water. This had to be the biggest shower I’d ever seen. There were several different nozzles and numerous settings. It was encased completely in glass and one hundred percent see-thru. An image of Brogan slamming me up against the wall, fucking me from behind with Isaac on his knees, devouring my clit, crashed into my mind. Fuck. I needed a shower and a brain wash, apparently.

  It took me a few minutes to figure out the settings, getting the temperature just right. I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my jeans and panties before pulling off my shirt and tossing it with the rest of my clothes. My hands had just unlatched the hook on my bra when I heard a gasp behind me. Startled, I spun around and saw a man standing just inside the bathroom doorway. My bra dropped to the ground right as I scrambled to hide all my goodies with just my hands. It was not a particularly successful attempt. “Get the hell out!” I screamed at the stranger who was obviously stunned into silence and frozen in place. The panic at being caught with my pants down didn’t stop me from eyeing the muscular forearms peeking out of the sleeves of his scrub top. Isaac came running into the room, wearing only a pair of jeans.

  “Fuck, Grayson!” Isaac grabbed him by the shoulders and tossed him into the hallway, throwing me an apologetic look as he closed the door behind them.

  I could hear the two of them in the hallway, even over the running water that was now filling the room with steam.

  “She’s fucking hot, man,” Grayson congratulated Isaac on his conquest.

  “It’s not like that, Gray,” Isaac explained, their voices becoming quieter as they made their way down the hall.

  I stepped into the shower and under the water, wondering what Isaac meant. What was it like, then?

  * * *

  I stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel and ran my hand across its surface, clearing the steam so I could check out the damage. I’m not sure I wanted to see what I looked like without makeup and with my wound having been given some time to bruise. A small knock sounded on the door.

  “Come in,” I replied without taking my eyes off the reflection in the mirror.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Isaac’s voice came from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, fully clothed. I couldn’t decide if he was sexier in his scrubs, a towel, or the way he looked now. He had on the same jeans as before, well worn, and tight in the right places. A simple grey t-shirt hugged his chest and showed off his sculpted arms. I must have become lost in my own mind again because Isaac cleared his throat to bring me back to the present.

  “Do you mind?” he asked while walking towards me, gesturing towards the cut on my head. “I’d like to make sure the bandage is still okay since it got wet.”

  He licked his lips as he said that word. Wet. I think this man could make the dictionary sound sexy.

  I nodded my head and tightened the towel that I had knotted above my chest. He put a hand on either shoulder and turned me so that my ass was against the sink, and I was now facing him. He hooked a hand under each arm, seeking silent permission to sit me up on the edge of the vanity. I’m guessing that would give him a better vantage point to look at my head.

  “Sure,” I whispered, and he hoisted me up onto the edge of the counter. My towel inched up my legs, but I didn’t bother to move it down. The heat coming off of his body and his proximity to me was getting me all worked up again, and I wasn’t sure I cared what he might see under this piece of terry-cloth.

  “So, you talk in your sleep, huh?” Isaac asked as he examined my forehead.

  Oh shit. “What did I say?” My head dropped in embarrassment. I remembered what I felt like when I woke up, and every detail of the dream was crystal clear.

  “You may have mentioned my name.” He leaned closer to my face, running his fingers along the bandage. “And Brogan’s.” He whispered that part, I’m sure to save me the humiliation that was already evident on my flushed face.

  “It’s okay, Julia.” He pulled my head back up to meet my gaze, the flush still evident in my cheeks at the memories of my nap this afternoon. “We all have fantasies, right?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, just smoothed out the bandage one last time.

  “It’s still pretty sticky,” he informed me while never taking his eyes away from mine.

  “Yeah?” I asked. My breath came in short spurts, and I was sure he could hear my heart hammering away in my chest.

  “Yeah.” he replied softly, inching ever so closer to my face. The air between us was charged, and you could hear a pin drop in the room.

  Isaac ran a finger along the top of my towel, still never taking his stare off me. He tugged ever so gently on the knot at the top of the fabric. His eyes asked permission. All I could do was nod.

  9

  Isaac

  I knew I was screwed the second I saw her wrapped in that towel. The steam in the room, the water glistening on her skin, the memories of her coming undone on the couch; it was all too much. I mentally prepared myself to just check her wound, but I could sense that she felt something more. She’d slowed her breathing in an attempt to control her desire, but my body was feed
ing off it.

  I thought I had imagined her telling me it was okay. There was no way this gorgeous, sexy, hot as fuck woman that I’d just met was going to allow me to undress her. I tugged a little harder at the edge of the towel, not quite removing it yet, in case she decided to change her mind. My body was humming with need for her, my cock throbbing with the desire to be inside her.

  “Are you sure, Julia?” I nipped her bottom lip as I asked the question, still not breaking eye contact.

  “Yes, Isaac.” She wrapped her legs around my waist to emphasize her response. “I’ve been imagining your hands on me since I first saw you.” She reached down in between our bodies, and pulled the towel open, letting it drop.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as I took in the sight of her gloriously naked body. Her nipples were hard and begging for me to take them into my mouth. There was just so much I wanted to do that I couldn’t decide where to start.

  Julia dropped her feet from around my waist, spreading her legs wider. She leaned back on the counter, bracing herself with one arm, and took my hand in hers. Julia knew what she wanted and that had me going near insane.

  “Put your fingers inside of me, Isaac,” she instructed and pulled my hand between her legs, guiding me where she needed my touch. “I want to know if they feel as good as they do in my dreams.”

  She leaned back with both hands on the counter and tilted her head back, causing her breasts to stand at attention. I dragged my left hand down the center of her body, feeling the sheen of sweat that had developed over her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I had to check myself before I took things too fast. I wanted to feel everything, not ruin it by rushing through the motions.

  I rubbed my fingers through the folds of her pussy, loving how wet she was for me already.

  “Open your eyes, Julia.” I leaned over her body, my hand still playing with the slickness between her legs. She braced herself on her forearms and leaned up, meeting my gaze. I glanced over her shoulder and saw her naked back and ass in the reflection. Damn. That was the wrong thing to do when I’m trying to take this slow. I pulled my fingers from her and took a nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the tip.

  “Fuck, Isaac,” she cried out. “Why did you stop?” She tried to reach my hand, and I pulled it just out of her reach. She feigned anger and pushed herself back on the counter a bit, making my mouth pop off her nipple.

  “Oh, babe,” I brought my fingers up to my mouth, sliding them in, licking her juices from my hand. “I have no intention of stopping.”

  Julia

  Oh. My. God. Watching him as he licked his fingers was almost my undoing. I rubbed my legs together, trying to get some type of friction going, but after feeling him on my body, nothing was going to replace the real thing.

  “I need you inside of me, Isaac.” I grabbed his upper arms and pulled him towards me, taking his mouth with mine. He tasted like me and I loved it, our tongues exploring each other. He felt like he was trying to devour me, and I wanted all he could give me. I leaned up into our kiss, bringing myself off the counter, and reached in between us to work the button of his jeans free. He broke from our kiss and looked at me with a type of hunger I’d never seen before.

  My need was frantic at this point, and I yanked down the zipper on his pants. He must have seen how much I wanted him and took over sliding his jeans down and taking his black boxer briefs with them. This was my favorite part of sex. It was like unwrapping a Christmas gift. I licked my lips and took in the sight in front of me. Isaac grinned and backed up a foot, reaching behind his head and pulling his t-shirt off, throwing it down onto the ground.

  “You aren’t real.” The thought slipped out of my mouth on its own. “I mean, I know you’re real, but shit.” I licked my lips and stared up and down his body. He was tall and muscular, but not huge. He had a six-pack, at least, and I just wanted to lick my way down his sculpted pecs to the magnificent shaft, begging me to taste it. I hopped down off the counter and knelt in front of him, taking his length into my hand. I’m sure I looked like a kid in a candy store. I looked up under hooded eyes and flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue; it was my turn to give him a bit of a tease. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I loved sucking dick because it made me feel so powerful. It wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but definitely one of my favorite sexual activities.

  I took his length into my mouth, holding my breath as the head hit the back of my throat. He was thick and perfect, his pre-cum salty on my tongue. My eyes closed and I took him in and out of my mouth, using my hand to spread the wetness. I twisted my fist at the end of his cock and then brought it back down to the base. Isaac’s thighs started to shake, and I knew he was close. I pulled him from my mouth and climbed up his body, standing in front of him.

  “In the shower,” I ordered and turned the water on, having a much easier time now that I knew how to operate it. I guided Isaac over to the bench in the corner of the glass enclosure, the hot water already building steam around us. He sat down, making sure he was on the edge, giving me room to climb onto his lap. I reached between us and guided his cock inside of me, sliding down all the way to the base. I wrapped my legs around him and used the shower wall as leverage, bringing myself up and down on his erection. He grabbed onto my ass, guiding me in and out, the room turning into a sauna with the temperature of the water and heat building around us. He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth, and my pussy clenched around his cock as I gasped with pleasure. My release built in my stomach, and my own legs began to shake.

  “I’m going to come!” I screamed out into the room, Isaac increasing his speed as I began to lose the ability to keep rhythm.

  “Let yourself go, Julia.” Isaac pulled me up and kissed me, deep and hard.

  My orgasm exploded. “Fuck.” I broke the kiss, unable to control the outburst my release caused. Isaac thrusted into me one last time before coming, pulling me to his chest as he did. Our breathing was erratic, and we spent several minutes just trying to come off the high.

  I pulled my head off his shoulder and searched his eyes for some kind of indication of what he was thinking.

  “That was…” I couldn’t complete my thought. There wasn’t an adjective strong enough to describe what just happened.

  “Fucking amazing.” He sighed into my hair.

  10

  Isaac

  We took turns actually showering, and I gave her some sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear until Natalie got here with her clothes. Our sexcapades had us both starving, and I decided to make us a late lunch before we got ready for the party. While we were busy in the bathroom, the party company delivered the kegs of green beer, and Gray had already brought home some cheesy St. Pat’s decorations on his way back from work.

  Brogan and Grayson came into the room, and after giving us plenty of shit for what we had just done, we all sat down to eat our sandwiches.

  “You are going to love this party, JJ,” Brogan bragged with a mouth full of food. I kicked him under the table, but we weren’t used to having to mind our manners around house guests.

  “Isaac goes all out every year.” Grayson leaned back in his chair, sipping his water, having already finished his sandwich. “Green beer, green streamers, green balloons.” He stood up, taking his plate and cup to the sink, rinsing them off. “Shit, he even hires a DJ.” He was paying closer attention to Julia since our bathroom encounter, and I noticed her checking him out as well. Despite our connection so far, I wasn’t jealous of my roommates or the flirty looks she was giving them. I couldn’t explain it. Perhaps it was the fact that she looked over at me with the same intensity I saw while I fucked her in the shower, as she began to run her leg up my calf.

  I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed with how far out I went with this holiday. It wasn’t like it was Christmas or New Years. St. Louis did tend to make a big deal out of St. Patrick’s Day, and I just liked to go with the flow. My roommates and I hardly ever got a chance to unwind, and I like
d to use any excuse to do just that. This year was shaping up to be one of the best so far, and I felt myself grinning at what the rest of the night might bring.

  * * *

  Natalie showed up about an hour earlier than the party and the girls hadn’t left the bathroom since. Brogan, Gray, and I had taken care of the last-minute details to get the party ready. The catering company set up the snacks and drinks in the back of our formal dining area, with tables set up for people to gather and talk. The kegs were set up by a bar manned by someone we hired in. In addition to the green beer, there were all kinds of top shelf mixed drinks our guests could enjoy.

  I had the DJ set up shop in the corner of the formal living room and cleared out the small amount of furniture we had in there, moving it to the guest bedroom. The three of us stood in the entryway and admired our handiwork. There were green and white lights flashing, and the music was on a low volume for now until our friends started to arrive.

  Brogan was dressed in his St. Pat’s best, being the only Irish one out of all of us. He was a second-generation American. He and his parents were born here, but his grandparents had immigrated from Ireland. Brogan Walsh took this day as his opportunity to flaunt his shamrock side, as if the freckles and red hair could hide his heritage. He wore tight ripped jeans, a St. Pat’s themed t-shirt, about a hundred beads, and a leprechaun top hat.

  Grayson Hart, my other fellow med student and roommate wore attire similar to mine. He was casually dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, a pair of black boots on his feet.

  Girls tended to fall at the feet of both of my friends. Brogan’s unique look and joking nature made him a hit with the opposite sex. Grayson had the whole ‘brooding model’ look down, with his short beard and deep brown eyes. His hair was dark, and he had an air of danger about him.