Sensual Seduction: The Complete Collection (3 Volumes)

by LaRue, Elaine

  “Really? It’s one of the few things I can’t forget.” He countered. “Remember Tom Samuelson? We had a deal that night. If the bottle pointed to Rachel and landed on me – I was supposed to slide it over to him. If the bottle pointed to you, he promised to point it toward me. And he did!”

  “Are you serious?” Amber’s heart jumped at the memory of the nervous boy she practically had to drag into the closet for their two minute time. “You rigged ‘Spin-the-Bottle’ just to kiss me.”

  “No,” he put his hands in the air and made a gesture as to rebuff the statement. “No, no, no…I rigged the game to spend two minutes in the closet with you – the kissing was just the cherry on top.”

  “I was never the same after that,” Amber admitted. She remembered her prayers that the bottle would land in front of him, and when it did she felt like the luckiest girl at the party. But all the whoops and giggling of her friends made the situation more tense than romantic. As she stood up and reached for Chad’s hand, stupid Bobby Lagrone shouted.

  “Wowza! The girl has GOT to HAVE IT!” He called, prompting laughter from everyone but Chad and Amber. “Go on, Bro. Give her all you got.”

  Amber reached out and grabbed Chad, leading him to the closet while Bobby and Tom ran to stand by the door with the egg timer set for two minutes. Still cat-calling and carrying on, they began the countdown with some loud kissing sounds.

  “They’re jerks,” Chad whispered. “Sorry.”

  “I’m not. I’m in here with you not them,” Amber responded. “But, we better get kissing before time runs out.”

  “Oh, sure,” Chad agreed. He tried to lean over to kiss her, but his elbow hit the door causing gales of laughter on the other side. She lifted her face and closed her eyes as his lips found hers. The feel of his lips against her set her ablaze in a way she had never felt before. She put her arm around him drawing him closer. With a trembling hand he reached out and cupped her breast. Then, the world ended.

  “Oh my god! He’s feeling her up! Way to go, Chad!” The boys called. Apparently the timer had gone off without the young lovebirds’ knowledge and when Bobby opened the door – they were there lip locked with Chad’s hand still holding her bosom.

  “Shut up,” Chad mumbled as they walked red-faced out of the closet.

  “Chad and Amber sitting in a tree. Feelin’ her tits for the world to see!” Bobby chimed causing everyone to giggle and the girls to shrug and look away from their unfortunate embarrassed friend.

  “Shut up, Bobby,” Chad gritted his teeth as he talked and shook a fist in Bobby’s direction. “It wasn’t anything. We’re just playing the stupid game. She’s not my girl and it’s nothing, just the game.”

  Heartbroken and mortified, Amber lurched back to her place on the carpet. Thankfully, Chad’s parents walked into the room after hearing the commotion and stopped the game in its tracks. The girls huddled around Amber talking about what jerks boys were, and how they would keep it a secret – but by Monday morning at ten o’clock, everyone at Garrett High knew.

  Amber began to pull away from Chad. She stopped going over for games or homework and after a few unsuccessful attempts to get her attention; he took a girl from the choir to the prom. She cried at night, feeling the loss of a love she never really knew. He began to remember the feel of her young breasts every time he reached down to provide himself some pleasure. She went to college, he stayed behind.

  Amber blinked away a quick tear as the memory overwhelmed her once more. Chad just nodded and stared at the bottle, eventually setting it up right again.

  “Guess I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” he mumbled. “But, if it makes you feel better, Bobby Lagrone got busted with a bag of pot during his second DUI and is doing 3 to 5 in the State Pen, and Tom and Rachel have twin sons who scream so loudly at night they were evicted from their apartment.”

  “That’s good to know,” Amber laughed and reached out for Chad’s hand, placing it on her breast, her hard nipples poking out through her blouse. “But this makes it feel better.”

  Chad leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips meeting hers with equal pressure. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, their mouths surging and pressing against one another. He began to squeeze and pull at her breast, the warmth of his hand spreading through her bra to a place deep inside her.

  Leaning her back on the couch, he started placing small kisses on her neck and chest as he undid her blouse, his tongue outlining her bra until she reached back and unhooked it, freeing herself to be more available to his wanting mouth. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts as she put her head back and moaned, feeling herself come fully alive for the first time. Fondling his hair while he mouthed her nipples, she luxuriated in the moment.

  Feeling his cock push against the confinement of his jeans, Chad knew he didn’t have long to play around, even though he wanted to stretch this out and let every moment with her body last forever. He reached under her skirt pulling down her panties and feeling her flesh quiver as his hand touched her mound.

  “Oh!” Amber stammered and leaned up on her elbows to make eye contact with him.

  “Is this okay?” Chad asked, realizing this had gone a lot farther than the “Welcome Home” dinner her mother planned with him. “I can stop.”

  “Don’t you dare,” Amber gasped reaching down and trying to unbutton his jeans. “I want this. I want you.”

  “I want you too,” he said and his hand left her cleft just long enough to release his manhood and push his jeans down his hips.

  “It’s just that, well…”she stammered like she was still that teenager in the closet – aroused in the awkward dark. “I’ve never…you know…”

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “I have been waiting for the right moment and the right man,” she said as a tear of joy fell from her eye. “And, finally, here they both are.”

  He kissed her again deeply, and then moved down to press his face against her nether lips at first kissing them lightly, them running his tongue up and down her slit as her clit tightened and tingled. The sensation of his rough tongue against her most sensitive areas sent a flood of moisture between her legs as she parted them slightly.

  He divided her cunt lips with his fingers just enough to find the opening to her core and then began to insert his tongue in her opening. She moved her legs farther apart, desperately wanting him to enter. She had no idea what that would feel like, but her pulsing clit was driving her forward.

  Gently Chad placed a finger where his tongue had been, leaning over to lick her clit while her fingered her vaginally. He could feel the wetness built up inside her and tell by the uptake in her breath that her arousal was building steadily. Amber began to lift her hips up slowly to rub against the digit inside her.

  Pulling himself up, he buried his head in her breasts again as his hand guided his cock to the opening of her body. Poking his head in the tight hole, he looked up to make eye contact.

  “I’m ready,” she said softly, her hips still rising and falling, the feeling of her velvet channel massaging his member and making him want her all-the-more. She bit her lip and prepared to cross the threshold she had been standing at for so long.

  “I have loved you all my life,” Chad confessed as he began to slowly push inside her, meeting a fleshy resistance part of the way in.

  “I know,” She replied and laid her head back, lifting her knees so her hips would provide a bowl for his body. Pulling out slightly, he pushed forward, breaking her hymen and opening her for the very first time.

  “Ow,” she whimpered for just a moment, but wrapped her hands around him and pulled in again, her hips lifting to show him she was okay.

  Chad moved inside her, the tight channel gripping his cock as he rocked her back and forth, the friction of her womb making him want to explode. He tried to hold back but her body felt so good around his shaft and he wanted her so badly he began sharp thrusts into her lifting her hips of the couch as her body grippe
d and pulled him in.

  Reaching down he found her swollen clit with his hand and begin pulling and swirling his fingers on her hot button driving her wild with desire as her hips began to bounce up and down on the couch.

  “Please, Chad, I…please…” Amber tried to communicate something to her lover but the words just would not flow. Instead, the heat of their lovemaking and the tension of her sex begin to send her over the edge. She didn’t know what else to do so she just held on for the ride.

  Stimulated by her pussy beginning to quiver and spasm on his cock, he began slapping his balls up against her, feeling his seed building up inside ready to explode inside this woman he had dreamed of for years. Only, this time it wasn’t a fantasy –he was inside her, his body going where only his mind had been.

  “Oh…oh!” Amber let go and grabbed the sides of the couch, her orgasm tearing through her lower regions as her jaw dropped open and her body lost all control. He too, let go and shot his seed deep inside her gasping and moaning as he emptied himself in her channel.

  He lowered himself on top of her and placed his head on her breasts, giving them small kisses as they both enjoyed the silent afterglow and exchange of energy.

  “Let me help you,” he said after a while, grabbing some Kleenex from the coffee table and wiping up the juices from the love, including a few drops of her first blood.

  “I’m so honored you let me do that,” he said earnestly.

  “I’m so happy it was you,” she replied.

  They spent the rest of the evening on a porch swing, gently rocking back and forth. He held her sore body and they talked about the dreams they had while Amber’s mom watched from the kitchen window, nudging Mr. Mclean with her elbow every time the two old friends and new lovers shared a little kiss.

  “So what happens next?” Chad asked, knowing he never wanted to let her go.

  “Well, I should probably get Mom’s Tupperware bowl and head back to the house before her and Daddy suffer permanent eye strain.” Amber replied with a satisfied giggle.

  “No, I mean next, next. After the reunion. After you go back home.”

  “I’m not going back home,” she mused.

  “You’re not?”

  “Oh, I’m flying back to the city to pick up my stuff, sublet my apartment and turn in a two-week notice. But then I’ll drive myself right back here.” Amber took another deep breath of the sweet country air. “Because we both know – I’m already home.”

  In the Library

  By Sara Leigh

  Meryl bit her lip. Elbows to circulation counter and chin in hand, she puffed an errant curl from her eyes. The computer monitor flashed a red yield sign and the text, “improper html tag.” With a sigh she clicked the window closed and picked up the Circulation desk phone.

  First keying Star-Four-Eight, she put the receiver to her lips. “Attention library patrons,” Meryl’s voice echoed over the library PA system. “We will be closing in five minutes. Please finish all browsing and bring any materials to the front desk for check out. Thank you.”

  At the terminal beside her, Sheila took a break from the incessant, ‘beep, beep’ of book check-ins. “That damn website acting up again?”

  “Yes,” Meryl took a handful of books from Sheila’s pile of check-ins and began running them under the barcode scanner. “It won’t let me update the library’s book of the month webpage. It’s that improper html garbage again.”

  Beyond the circulation desk, patrons milling about the library’s main floor took their final laps of the DVD racks and shuffled toward the exit.

  Sheila slid a bodice ripper under the barcode scanner and—beep!—checked it back into the system. “What book did you choose this month?”

  “It’s a wonderful little book called The Notebook,” Meryl said.

  “Mmm,” Sheila put a hand to her ample bosom. “The one with Ryan Gosling?”

  Meryl adjusted the lay of her button-up cardigan and shook her head. “No. This Notebook is a modern-day fairy tale. Two orphaned twins in WWII.”

  Sheila pursed her lips. “Does Ryan Gosling play the twins?”

  “Two Ryan Goslings?” Meryl leaned toward Sheila. “I’d watch the hell out of that movie.”

  “You naughty librarian,” Sheila landed a playful smack to Meryl’s hand. “If you’d pick a book with a shirtless man on the cover, more people would join your club.”

  Meryl scratched under the banana clip keeping her curls to the crown of her head “I like glistening pecs and throbbing members as much as the next girl, but I try to pick books that wouldn’t get noticed otherwise.”

  “I hate to tell you,” Sheila shook her head. “But I’ve never seen any of your books come back in.” She turned and put her fingers on the computer keyboard. “What was the title of last month’s book. I’ll do a search to see how many copies we circulated.”

  Meryl turned to Sheila and shrugged. “Collected Fictions by Borges.”

  Sheila keyed the information. “Two checkouts.”

  “And one of those was me,” Meryl sighed. “What about the one before that? Only Revolutions?”

  Sheila typed in the title and shook with laughter. “Two checkouts.”

  “Well,” Meryl said on a heavy breath, “at least someone else is reading them. Too bad we don’t keep track of which patrons check out which books. I might have a friend out there.”

  “Ooh, girl,” Sheila said, eyebrows twitching. “Maybe you have a secret admirer.”

  Again brushing the rogue strand of hair from her cheek, Meryl laughed. Outside, in the high throes of summer, dusk lingered even though it was nearing 9 PM. Such a warm night, Meryl looked forward to sitting on the porch of her condo, with a glass of white wine and her Notebook.

  She pulled another book from the check-in pile pushed it toward the barcode scanner and gasped.

  “What’s that?” Sheila said.

  Meryl turned to Sheila, beaming. “It’s Collected Fictions. Last month’s book of the month.”

  “Girl,” Sheila swiped the book from Meryl’s grasp. “These books were just returned. Your secret friend is in the library!” Sheila clicked onto another window and, before Meryl could stop her, slid the book under the scanner. “Jason L. Farrow,” Sheila said in a low, long tone. “Thirty-two years old. Your admirer is a man. And his phone number is right here.” Sheila scrambled for paper and pen. “Three, one, six—”

  Meryl reached over and closed the window on Jason Farrow. “No,” she said. “It’s a against privacy laws to lift a patron’s phone number from library records. I could get fired.”

  Sheila frowned and, computer back to check-in mode, slid the Borges book under the scanner. Beep! “He’s probably some weird dude living in mommy’s basement anyway. Clock on the computer says 8:59. You gonna lock the doors?”

  “Can’t lock up yet,” Meryl nodded to a shape floating through the reference stacks. “Someone’s back there still.”

  Sheila leaned over the circulation desk, palms to counter. “Excuse me,” her voice boomed through the library, “we’re closing. You have to leave.”

  “Oh, sorry,” a voice called back. “Lost track of time. Just let me check this book out.”

  The shape advanced from the rear of the library. Into the better lit main aisle, Meryl and Sheila watched as the shape became a man.

  “Mmm lord, look at him,” Sheila said.

  Meryl said nothing but nodded. His blue jeans and t-shirt seemed molded to his lean muscle, brown hair swept up from his forehead. Past the DVD racks, Meryl could see his blue eyes glimmer.

  “Let him come to my station,” Sheila whispered. “Let him come to my station.”

  Meryl’s heart pounded as the man approached. She winced, feeling her face flush. Why should she get so excited over some patron checking out? But then again… Meryl watched the man approach, burning to discern any hint of lateral movement. Meryl’s gaze dropped a hair, playing over the bulge in his jeans.

  Meryl could have
squealed with joy when he laid his book before her. She scanned his library card and lost her breath for a moment.

  “You’re Jason Farrow.” The words fell out of Meryl’s mouth before her better senses could prevent it.

  Meryl looked up to see Jason staring, mouth agape, at her chest. She tugged her cardigan upward.

  “You’re Book of the Month Meryl,” Jason said, pointing to her nametag. His voice played both rough and smooth, like silk and whiskey, its deep vibrations kneading Meryl’s belly. Palms to the circulation desk, Meryl feared he’d hear her thumping heart. God, he smelled good—like cedar and sweat.

  “Ah…yes,” Meryl said, “that’s me.”

  “I love your book of the month choices, Meryl.”