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Chapter 1
“The kiss started softly then slowly built in intensity. His lips were
smooth, and his tongue gently grazed mine. I untucked his shirt and eased
my hands up his back to his strong, smooth shoulders.”
I paused to refill our margarita glasses from the pitcher and chuckled at
my best friend, Courtney. Her big, blue eyes were wide open and she was
leaning so far forward that I feared she might topple over. She was
normally the one with the sexy stories, so I was enjoying having one of
my own, for once.
We were seated at our usual table for our Sunday night ritual – tacos and
margaritas at Joe’s Bar & Grill. Joe’s was an island-themed restaurant
that reminded me of the thatch-roofed eatery where my parents used to
take me when we went on our annual trek to the Florida Keys. Even
though Joe’s was located in Harbor Shores, Michigan – about as far from
the tropics as could be – it was usually teeming with patrons, both locals
and tourists.
Joe let us have the best seats in the house with a fantastic view of the lake,
even though we were given “family pricing.” Courtney had been a
waitress at the restaurant for over two years, but Joe knew never to
schedule her to work on a Sunday night. Our girls’ nights were sacred.
Courtney grabbed the pitcher from my hand and quickly sloshed more of
the frozen concoction into our glasses. “Go on,” she demanded.
“My fingers were shaking as I unbuttoned his shirt.” Only Courtney knew
of my insecurities in the bedroom and the reasoning behind them.
She
nodded, encouraging me to continue with my play-by-play.
“I refused to give in to my fears. So, I ran my hands along his flat abs and
over his chest as I removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. As I kissed
his neck and nibbled on his ear, he undid the buttons at my shoulder and
lowered the top of my dress. That’s when he discovered that I hadn’t been
able to wear a bra because of the open back style of my dress. I think he
liked that.” I smiled and chuckled, remembering the look of awe in his
eyes as he gazed at my ample breasts.
“I bet he did!” Courtney hooted with laughter. She looked terrific, as
usual, with her blonde pixie haircut and huge, sky blue eyes. She oozed
sexual confidence, but she had admitted to me on more than one occasion
that she was totally jealous of my chestiness. My boobs were, in fact, one
of my only body parts that I felt were above average.
“He used just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed his thumbs over
my taut nipples. Then he began kissing and licking and nibbling his way
down me. My whole body quaked when he suckled on my breast. I ran
my fingers through his hair and arched my back toward him as he gently
tugged on my nipple with his teeth.”
“Everything okay tonight, ladies?” Joe asked. Neither of us had seen him
approach the table, and we were startled by the interruption.
“We’re fine.” Courtney snapped the words, causing Joe to hold up his
hands in mock surrender as he made a quick retreat.
Courtney let out a deep breath as if she’d been holding it. “Geez, Abby,
this story is making me horny. I’m going to have to find a hot guy to hook
up with and work off some of this sexual tension.”
I wondered for the hundredth time if Courtney ever wanted a more serious
intimate relationship than the booty calls and one night stands that she
currently enjoyed. She seemed to be content with her life, so I had never
pushed the issue with her.
“So?” Courtney prompted impatiently.
“Where was I?” I asked, perplexed.
“Nipples, teeth, tugging,” she reminded me.
“Oh, right. His hands glided down my hips and under my silk panties. In