Keywords: Ch., 1, Gets, Lucky, Lucky,

Just the way I like it, I thought. She had experimented with odd styles and colours in the past (say what you will, but she doesn't look half as good with blonde hair), but this look was much better for her. She brushed her hair away from her face.

Her solemn look remained. I must have hit something, I thought. Should I press the issue?

"Is something wrong?" I asked, in a sympathetic (perhaps in a little too pathetic) tone.

"It's... just..." She sighed. "Problems at home."

I nodded. "You and that, uh, Frauman guy not getting along?"

She gave me a curious look. "You know more about me than you're letting on, mister."

Whoops.

Okay, time to come clean. If this "relationship" (if you could call it that) was going to go anywhere, I had to be honest.

"I got a little confession to make," I started. Christina eyed me thoughtfully, her eyebrow raised in interest.

"I'm a fan. A rather big one, I might add. I've been following you - and your career - for years."

"You've been following me?"

I jumped. "No! No, not like that! I'm not a psycho or anything, believe me."

She smiled. "Exactly how much do you know about me?"

I took a deep breath. The whole thing came out quickly, as if I had been put on fast-forward. "Born in Santa Monica California, you were raised by your two parents until they divorced when you were 13, Your father is a lawyer, your mother is in real estate. Your first movie appearance was in Mermaids when you were six. You have 3 siblings, and you were born February 12, 1980, making you approximately six months older than I am."

I paused. I waited, quite impatiently, for a reaction. I prayed I hadn't scared her off. I was beginning to think I should have kept my big mouth shut. The last thing I needed just then was for her to start thinking I was one of those crazed fans, some obsessed screwball who had nothing better to do than to fantasize about her. If she started freaking out there and then, right in the elevator, I would have hoped for it to crash.

She laughed.

I exhaled, realising I had been holding my breath. This was a good sign.

"So, you're not upset?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, I'm a little surprised," she said. "But, the way I see it, you managed to keep yourself pretty composed the whole - " She looked at her watch. " - Fifteen minutes we've been in here. Until now, anyway. If you were some crazed fan, I probably would have gotten out long before the elevator got stuck."

Logical. I shifted myself over so I could sit closer to her.

That was a bad move, because the moment I lifted myself up, the elevator began to shake again. We plummeted another foot or so, then came to a dead halt. The dim lights flickered again and again, the power threatening to give out any second. The grinding and squeaking of the elevator was the only noise we heard, aside from our heavy breathing. We found ourselves in each other's arms again, but this time, we didn't let go.

"I have a confession to make too," she said. "Right now, I'm terrified."

An idea crossed my mind. A horrible, devious, wonderful, dirty idea. We were so close now, I didn't want to spoil things, but this idea was just aching to happen. But what if it didn't work? Well, I've been lucky so far... I mean, that's my name, Lucky. It was wrong, it was immoral, and it just felt...

After a moment's thought, I made a decision. I prayed that God would forgive me for what I was about to do.

"Y'know," I said, trying to sound both concerned and sincere, "This thing could drop any minute. We'd hit bottom pretty fast. We wouldn't stand a chance. And-"

"Stop that," she said. I panicked for a moment. It was a dumb idea anyway. I didn't really expect -

"You're scaring me," she finished.

It was working. My devious plot was actually working. I regained my composure, and continued.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just meant, that it's a long way down. Even at the 3rd floor, we're still talking a drop of about 30, maybe 40 feet. Further, if there's a basement."

"Lucky..." she said, looking somewhat shaken.

I felt like a heel. I felt like scum. I hated to do it. Yet, I pressed on.

"It'd be such a shame. Two people, in the prime of their lives, plummeting to their doom, in this seedy little hovel. Never again to see the light of a new day. Never again to feel the warmth of a hot cup of cocoa on a cool morning. Never again to feel the pleasure of being.. with... anyone." I finished rather clumsily, I know.

She held me even closer. I could feel her breath on my cheek, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. All it took was a glance, a moment gazing into each others eyes, and... She jumped me. In moments, she was on top of me, hungrily devouring my lips, my tongue... She kissed me with such a passion and fervour that I was short of breath in mere seconds. She paused briefly, and looked deep into my eyes. Hers WERE green, I noted.

"I get the idea," she said nervously, her entire being suddenly alive with desire. "One last fuck before the lights go out permanently."

Momentarily shocked by her choice of words, I found myself once again with her tongue down my throat. It was magnificent, I thought. Wonderful. Her breath was sweet, slightly smoky (I knew she enjoyed cigarettes - her one flaw, if she were to have any), but thoroughly enjoyable. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, our mouths exploring each other.

As the kiss continued, my hands found their way to her hair, feeling the luxuriousness of it, brushing it away from her sweet face. Eager to explore her body further, I upped the tempo.

My hands, now at her back, took a southern direction. Before either of us knew what was happening, my hands were firmly planted on her ass. So soft... so shapely...

I couldn't believe it. It was happening. I was going to make love to Christina Ricci. I really WAS lucky.

My momentary lapse in attention had cost me somewhat. Christina had once again taken control of the situation, her hands also beginning a downward descent. Her hands sensuously massaged my crotch, provoking an immediate response. The rub quickly became a stroke as my dick got hard. It became obvious where her attention lay.

Now don't get me wrong. I wanted the attention (and so did my dick), but I didn't want it to go like this. I conned her into this, and the least I could do was make sure she got the most out of it. She would come first. (Pardon the pun.) I moved my arms again, bringing my hands to rest on the slopes of her breasts. I began to caress her tits.

Chris's attention wavered now. Her movement around my crotch had all but ceased, and I had her full attention. Good. I must be doing something right. I used this moment to tug at her shirt. She understood, and pulled away from me. She raised her arms as I pulled her top off. Underneath, was everything I expected and more. A white cotton bra was all that lay between me and her magnificent breasts.

Okay. I knew my next move. The bra had to come off, but I couldn't make it obvious. I kissed her again, renewing our glorious lip-lock session. Our tongues intermingled, and her taste once again filled my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, and grasped at the clasps on her bra. My mouth left hers, and I kissed her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder. Not to sound too Hannibal here, but ALL of her tasted... great! She let out a soft sigh as my mouth explored her body.

I finally unhooked her bra, and it fell away. Before me was a young woman, in all her glory. My god. I must have stared forever at her magnificent tits. It was actually a few seconds. When I regained my senses, Christina was looking at me and smiling.

"Like what you see?", she said, giggling.

Flabbergasted, all I could manage was an enthusiastic "Mm-hmm!"

Her voice wavered, ever so slightly, as she whispered, "I want you, Lucky."

She undid the button on my pants and removed them quickly. She took my top off as well, leaving me in my briefs and socks. There was a hint of urgency as her mouth explored my body, as i had done hers those endless moments ago. In the midst of this, I tried to concentrate on rubbing my hands over her breasts, my fingers playfully toying with her nipples. Instead, I lay on the floor, almost completely oblivious to everything, with the exception of the stimulation provided by Christina's lips and tongue (and occasionally, teeth).

Downward her head ventured. By this time, I had given up all hope of stimulating her as well. I simply enjoyed the sensations. If she wanted to guide this little encounter, fine! Who was I to interrupt? She quickly passed my chest and stomach... downward... downward... I have a faint recollection of Christina removing my briefs with her teeth, quickly followed by ....

My eyes flew open. Too fast. Her long slender fingers were already encircling my cock, now at full attention. She had a gleam in her eye as she beheld my manhood (Geez, how corny does that sound? "Manhood." Sounds like something out of a crappy romance novel), and her lips descended toward her prize. Too fast. Her tongue ran along the length of my penis, her mouth finally settling on the tip. She sucked gingerly, scraping the underside with her teeth.

Ecstasy. But all I could think was, 'too fast.' I wanted her, more than anyone else had ever wanted ANYONE since the beginning of time, but not like this. He wanted to explore HER some more... I wanted to make her feel like a real woman... I could wait.

"Come here," I said. Finally rising from my stupor. She looked up at me, bringing me into full view of those eyes again. Those eyes...

She looked wounded, and innocent at the same time. Almost like she was a naughty dog caught doing something she shouldn't have. She licked the top of her lip provocatively, then bit the bottom. She was so damn sexy...
To the surprise of most of the guests, Janet had ruled shortly after the evening began that everybody had to change to white silk robes, after which she had brought out twelve matching ones.

Keywords: Ch., 1, Gets, Lucky, Lucky,