This story just jumped into my brain from another dimension. It does tie in to the existing Dots and Dashes series - kind of - but later, not right now. Feeling lucky?

My sexual adventures don't always start with a phone call. Sometimes, they cross my path in person at full speed. I was exiting a revolving door at a drug store after replenishing my supply of brown and red licorice twists. A husky woman burdened with five shopping bags plowed into me. I staggered backwards, saved from the pavement by a group waiting for the light to change. Somehow, she didn't drop a single parcel.

Her voice sounded like she suffered from chronic sinus congestion. "Mr. Marcus!"

I had to look twice. This was Mrs. Ambury, whose daughter used to go to school with Annie. What was her name? Loretta. Two years ahead of Annie? That would put her at least halfway through college. "Sorry. I should been more careful." What was I supposed to do, holler at her for nearly knocking me on my ass?

"How long has it been? Why, not since Lore's graduation."

I remembered how Lore looked that day, long blonde hair to her waist and flannel pajama pants, her trademark during her senior year, sticking out from the bottom of her robe. All the teachers and administrators on stage shook their heads at the stunt. "How's she doing?"

Mrs. Ambury shifted bags from one hand to the other, attempting to balance the load. When she'd finished, she was still leaning to the right. "Marvelous! She's coming back home, interviewing with some hush-hush outfit."

"Well, wish her the best of luck."

The phone call came, a couple of days later. "Hello, Mr. Marcus? This Lorraine. Lore?"

"Your mom said you were back. You want to talk to Annie?"

"I talked with her already. Actually, I need to speak with you." There was a long silence, not even breathing. "After all this time, I feel pushy, asking for a favor."

Lore had helped Annie when they were both on the school volleyball team. It was breathtaking, Lore in tight shorts with long muscular legs. I'll admit it. I had fantasies. But Lore went off to college long before I started getting sexual with Annie's schoolmates. "What do you need?"

"It's really difficult, I mean, to ask. It's been, like, years."

I owed Lore one. The coach hadn't played Annie all season. In the last game, Lore forced the coach to put Annie in. At least Annie played 15 minutes of varsity volleyball. In the back row, digging. "You were good to Annie. Maybe I can repay your kindness. What's up?"

"It's about a job interview. Could come over to my new place? I need some help preparing. I mean, this is the biggest! Can you come over and coach me?"

"Sure." Lore was bright, a quick study according to all reports. She gave me the address. It had to be that afternoon, because her interview was the next day.

The streets all around her apartment building were full. I had to park three blocks away, half in a tow zone. I was warm when I rang the buzzer. The lock buzzed so I pushed the door open.

"Up here." It was Lore's voice, two floors up.

I trudged up the stairs, one at a time. My legs were cramping. Who says men grow old gracefully?

Lore was in the doorway. "Hey!" Her hair, which I remembered to be long and straight, reaching down her back to her waist, was short and curly. She'd put on a couple of pounds, but in the right places, so her curves were more pronounced. Her t-shirt had a stretched neck opening, exposing her collarbone and shoulder. When she turned to lead me in, her sweatpants had "JUICY" across the butt.

I'd only recently learned that JUICY was a brand of clothing, not a message from the female wearer that she was moist between her legs. What a jerk I am! "Hi." It was more of an exhale than a greeting.

"Come on in." Lore grabbed my hand and pulled me across the threshold. I landed on a paisley patterned couch that had seen better days. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Lore had chosen a studio apartment. The couch felt stiff, since it probably concealed a foldout bed. The kitchenette was two steps away.

"It's not much, but it's home." Lore plopped down on the couch next to me. "So, what have you been up to?"

It would have come across as bragging to tell her all of my sexual adventures with Annie's friends. Besides those episodes being none of her business, I was still catching my breath. "Not much. Same old stuff. And you?"

Her hands were clasped together, resting at her crotch. "I'm so nervous. I've found the perfect job. They just have to like me."

"They'll like you fine." I did, why wouldn't they? Lore was smart and dependable. They'd be fools not to offer her the position, whatever it was. The thought of her in prone position with her legs spread flashed into my mind. No, not this time.

"Just in case, I need some luck. That's why you're here." She smiled, scanning me from toe to head, her eyes eventually returning to my face.

Me, lucky? "I don't understand."

"Remember taking me downtown?"

Lore's mom asked me to chaperone her on a train ride. Lore was interviewing for a summer internship and hadn't been downtown, maybe ever. When we sat together on the train, Lore's short skirt rode up her thighs. I was semi-erect for the whole trip, having paid too much attention to her long bare legs. I walked her only halfway to her destination, since I was headed in a different direction. The situation had been clumsy. I mean, shaking hands seemed so silly. I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, a nice, friendly but non-sexual parting gesture. She turned her head and my lips touched hers. It was barely a kiss, until she reached around and pulled me closer. She had vibrated her lips against mine, making for quite a kiss. Still, I restrained myself from kissing her back or sliding my tongue into her mouth. It's not that I didn't want to, but we were standing on a street corner, for Christ's sake. She had told me "Thanks" and then strutted away, her ass tumbling to and fro.

So, Lore wanted a good luck kiss. "Sure, I remember. You think that was good luck?"

"For sure! I got the internship, with a great salary."

"It wasn't me. You got the job with your brains and personality."

"Then how do you explain the other two times, huh?"

I'd never kissed Lore except that one time. I would have remembered.

"Once is a quirk," she continued. "But it happened three times! Three!"

Had I lost that many brain cells? "So when were the other two?"

She punched my shoulder in a jesting kind of way. "The big volleyball game against our rivals, the Lady Vultures?"

There was only one game I remembered, the one Annie was scheduled to play, because Lore pleaded with the coach to put her in, one time before the season ended. Annie hated sitting on the bench. After their warm-ups but before the game started, Annie came over and I hugged her.

"After you hugged Annie, I asked for one too, remember?"

It was true. I hugged Lore, her shirt damp with sweat.

Lore moved closer, her hand on my knee to balance herself. When she leaned forward, I almost got a clean view down her shirt. Get a grip! What was I thinking?

"We won that game, and the championship."

So, where was the kiss? What was I missing? "And the third?"

Lore's hand moved from my knee to my lower thigh. I wiggled in place, hoping Lore would release her grip. If I wasn't at full length before, I was now.

"Then, about a week later, I drove Annie home."

That incident I remembered vividly. Lore had squealed up the driveway and revved the engine. I had come out to see what the commotion was. Annie leaped out of Lore's convertible without opening the door, flashing her panties. That was the first time I had sexual thoughts about Annie. Lore swayed back and forth behind the wheel. Under aged for drinking, Lore was in big trouble. "You were plastered. When I demanded you get out of the car, I had to hold you up so you wouldn't fall."

"You held my body against yours, carrying me into your living room. You let me sleep it off so my folks wouldn't find out."

"You'd been such a good role model for Annie, up to that night." I remember thinking about giving Lore a good night kiss when I tucked her in that evening, but I didn't.

"The next day, I went home to find an acceptance letter for admission to first-choice college."

Lore's hand was now mere inches away from my extended erection, which ran down my pants leg.

"So you see, you've been my lucky charm three times, for three important events in my life." Lore grabbed my erection through the cloth. There was no escape. My dick throbbed involuntarily. "You and your Lucky Peter."

"What are you doing? I thought you just wanted a kiss, for good luck." Lore was rubbing her fingers the length of my hard on. Any more manipulation, and I'd generate a telltale-wet spot.

"Oh, the kiss was really nice. I haven't had one as good since, to be honest. But, three times you rubbed your peter against my body, and I got an internship, a championship and a college acceptance. I need for you to do it again, so I get this job!"

Why was Lore calling my penis a "peter?" Then it dawned on me. Her father was Richard, Dick for short. Her mother must have avoided the common term for a less used one. It could be emotionally traumatic for someone to say to Lore "suck my dick", making her think of her father at just the wrong time.

Lore vaulted into my lap, straddling my legs. She pressed her crotch against mine, but the position was awkward. "Damn! Stand up!" She jumped off. As soon as I stood, her hands flew to my belt and zipper.

Our hands slapped at each other's. "Lore, this isn't a good idea."