French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

Felicia tilted her head. “You look sad, sweet thing. What happened? Did that man break your heart?”

Liz slowly nodded.

Felicia’s smile took on a new warmth, a woman to woman camaraderie. “Why don’t you let me take your mind off him?” She leaned closer, her arm closing intimately around Liz’s waist, her breasts brushing against Liz’s to send a warm skittering sensation all through them. She whispered again in Liz’s ear. “We don’t even have to dance. I only live a couple of blocks from here. We can go to my place and I’ll make you forget you ever thought you needed a man. I’ll kiss your pretty lips, lick your pretty breasts, and eat your pretty pink pussy all night long.”

A shiver ran the length of Liz’s body. Part of her was tempted to see if Felicia could make her forget how lonely she felt without Jack, and she was flattered that a woman who made a living pleasuring countless men and sometimes women wanted so badly to pleasure her now for free. Yet even as her hungry cunt throbbed at Felicia’s promises, deep inside she knew it wasn’t the answer, and even feared she’d regret it in the morning if she fooled around with Felicia tonight.

The physical pleasure would be there, yes—she still felt as attracted to the stripper as when she’d gotten her hot lap dances at Club Venus—but what she’d discovered with Jack was that she felt more than physical pleasure anytime he was with her. And she understood now that purely physical wasn’t enough. The joy she’d experienced on her wild sexual adventures was as wrapped up in her emotions for Jack as in the satisfaction to her body.

“What do you say, baby?” Felicia whispered, her voice so sexy that Liz went wet.

Liz leaned to Felicia’s ear to whisper back. “You’re incredibly beautiful, incredibly hot, but I’m afraid I can’t.”

Felicia looked disappointed. “Why not?”

Liz offered a wry smile. “I’m just not over him. I’m sorry.”

Felicia tilted her head. “Maybe another time, sweet thing.” With that, she eased their curves apart, but placed her hand on Liz’s cheek, giving her a short, sweet kiss on the lips. “If you ever change your mind, look me up at the club.”

Liz nodded, then watched as Felicia walked away, her ass looking delectably touchable wrapped in a tight sheath of red. But words like delectable and touchable didn’t matter to Liz very much if Jack wasn’t there.

A moment later, Lynda appeared beside her, leading her muscular young stud by the hand. She eased her arm around Liz’s waist and Liz became aware that, just like with Felicia a few minutes earlier, their breasts were pressing together. Despite herself, in her current state of unwanted arousal, her crotch went warm. Also like Felicia, Lynda was leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Honey, Mike and I were thinking of leaving and going back to his place, just down on Bienville. We were hoping you might want to come.”

At first, Liz assumed the invitation was an obligation, that Lynda simply didn’t want to leave her in the midst of her depression, especially since she’d practically dragged Liz out against her will. But when Lynda eased back and Liz could look in her eyes, she understood what Lynda was really asking—she and Mike wanted Liz to join them for a ménage a trois.

Yet another rush of unbidden excitement raced through her pussy at the notion, but she already knew the answer, which she delivered softly. “I don’t think so, Lynda.”

Lynda’s expression turned coquettish. “Are you sure? It would be fun, I promise.”

Liz nearly laughed, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed by all these sexual invitations coming at her right and left. The funny part, she supposed, was the irony. A week ago, she might have thought she’d be up for anything, but now she wasn’t. She smiled indulgently. “I…appreciate the invitation, but…no, Lynda—I’m not into it.”

Lynda tilted her head, looking drunk and honest and sweet. “Jack’s an idiot to give you up. How he can resist you, I’ll never know.” With that, she ran her fingertips lightly down Liz’s arm. “Will you be all right if I go? If you want me to stay, I will.”

“Actually, I think I’d rather head home. I’m just…not really ready to be out on the social scene yet.”

Acceptant, Lynda nodded, taking Liz’s hand to help her down from the stool. “Come on. Mike and I will make sure you get a cab before we go.”

* * * * *

Liz thought she’d feel better by the time she got home. She thought she’d relish the privacy, knowing Lynda would be out late, figuring Todd, too, was probably out at Club Venus or some other similar establishment on a Friday night. She’d thought she’d climb into a comfy pair of pajamas, watch a little TV, and go to bed. But when she got home, she felt so lonely that it was like a physical thing, a gnawing in her stomach that wouldn’t let up.

Despite the late hour, she picked up the phone and called her sister, Diana. The middle Marsh sister always made Liz laugh, and even though she hadn’t talked to Diana in a few weeks, her recent sexual awakening had made her feel a new bond with her younger sis, who had always been a free spirit.

“What time is it?” Diana asked groggily.

“It’s late, but I need to talk.”

Liz could picture her sister trying to sit up in bed, shoving her long hair out of her face. “Okay. What’s up? It’s not like you to burn the midnight oil.”

Liz sighed. “You wouldn’t believe all that’s up here.”

Diana suddenly sounded more awake. “Well, fill me in.”

Liz spent the next fifteen minutes catching Diana up on her life. Diana, of course, had heard from their parents that Liz’s engagement was off, but was utterly stunned to hear Liz’s tales of Jack, not to mention tales of Ty and Felicia and sex clubs. In one way,