Rick moved to the other side of the bed, picked up some old mail and magazines, and set the vase down, arranging the flowers in the sunlight. All the time, he kept an eye on the strange sandstone sculpture given to him just the day before. Sun Li said that it was "meant" for him, or some such. Could that be why only he saw a man and woman making love in the stone? And what was the pungent liquid that secreted from the charm into his hand yesterday?
Rick rolled across the bed and picked up the talisman, cradling it in his left hand. As he stared, the yin/yang symbol in the stone swirled, congealed, morphed again into a woman and her lover fucking within the circle.
"Oh, baby, fuck me."
Rick felt the words in his mind, like a whisper. A woman's voice, somewhat familiar and arousing. The arousal swept through his arm, snake-like, behind his shoulder through his heart to between his legs, rushing blood to his cock. Rick zipped down his pants to free his erection, where it jerked loose of his shorts and twitched wildly in the air, pre-come leaking from the tip as if he hadn't had an orgasm in years. Looking back at the stone, the lovers entwined and coiled together as Rick's right hand tightened over his dick, jerking it slowly from root to tip. As the clear seminal fluid coated his prick under his right hand, a similar rivulet began to travel down his left wrist, out from under the stone.
Rick stopped. He took the stone out of his hand and examined the underside-- it was bone dry, but the wetness on his left hand was unmistakable. Bringing his hand to his face, Rick smelled the scent of a woman's heat, sweet and addictive. He licked at his hand, the way Sun Li did yesterday at the store. It tasted... like a lover. He rolled onto his stomach, replacing the stone on the nightstand and buried his face into his left hand, sipping and licking all traces of fluid, reveling in its sweetness. What was left on his hand, he wiped under his nose and on his lips, content to lay there and breathe in the smell of a wet pussy until the doorbell rang.
"Oh, shit," Rick said, examining his pants. They were messy from what seemed like a cup of pre-come all over the front. Rick ripped the pants off and threw them in the hamper in his closet before fumbling in a drawer for a pair of jeans. "Just a minute!" he shouted toward the door.
Rick padded downstairs and through the living room, buttoning his jeans as he made it to the door. Looking through the beveled glass of his front door, he saw a woman with red hair wearing a white mock-turtleneck shirt. She looked upset for some reason. Opening the door, Rick asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Oh, thank god you're home," the redhead screamed, jumping nervously in place. "My cat's stuck on your roof and he can't get down. I've been looking for him all morning." The woman's statement was punctuated sharply, almost comically, by a plaintive "miaow" just overhead.
Rick looked up, and saw a black Burmese staring down at him from the roof. Upon making eye contact, the cat made another "miaow" sound as if to say, "What's your problem? Come up here and save me."
Rick placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder to calm her. "Don't worry, this won't take long. I've got a ladder in the back. Come on."
Ten minutes later, Rick met the source of his masturbatory interruption. The Burmese sat placidly at the edge of the roof waiting to be picked up. "miaow," the cat said, which Rick interpreted as: "about damn time." He cradled the cat in his arm and walked over to the ladder, climbing down slowly to the ground and the cat's owner.
"Oh, Simon, are you okay, baby?" the redhead examined the cat's neck and belly, and, assured that he was all right, turned to Rick. "Oh god, thank you..."
"Rick. My name's Rick." he said, extending his hand.
"Moira. Moira Mc Fadden." The redhead shook Rick's hand, holding it for a moment, staring at him. "Have you eaten?" she asked.
"A little something for breakfast, I'm fine. Thanks anyway."
Moira tightened her grip on Rick's hand. "Something to drink, then? I have to say 'thank you' some kind of way."
"Your luck is going to change." Sun Li's words echoed in Rick's mind, as he looked in Moira's eyes. He saw her pupils grow large and her cheeks flush, deepening the appearance of her freckles.
"Something to drink would be fine, Moira."
Moira's apartment opened into her kitchen, where two other cats waited patiently next to empty food bowls for her arrival. "This is Jason and that one there is Galore." She set the burmese next to the other two cats, poured some kibble into their bowl and led Rick to her living room.
