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u x s L ’ PRACTICAL EROTICA adventure A TUESDAY CLUB NOVEL Lisa Beth Kovetz Copyright © 2009 by Lisa Beth Kovetz Cover and internal design © 2009 by Sourcebooks, Inc. Cover images © Jupiter Images Sourcebooks and the colophon are registered trademarks of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in crit- ical articles or reviews—without permission in writing from its publisher, Sourcebooks, Inc. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. All brand names and product names used in this book are trademarks, registered trademarks, or trade names of their respective holders. Sourcebooks, Inc., is not associated with any product or vendor in this book. Published by Sourcebooks Landmark, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. P.O. Box 4410, Naperville, Illinois 60567-4410 (630) 961-3900 Fax: (630) 961-2168 www.sourcebooks.com Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kovetz, L. B. Lux’s practical erotica adventure : a Tuesday Erotica Club novel / Lisa Beth Kovetz. p. cm. 1. Erotic stories—Authorship—Fiction. 2. Women—Societies and clubs—Fiction. 3. Female friendship—Fiction. I. Title. PS3611.O74945L89 2009 813’.6—dc22 2009006155 Printed and bound in the United States of America UGI 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 For Jonah and Aubrey With special thanks to Hillel Black, editor and midwife of this book; to Adam Chromy for his continued support; to the painter Deborah Hurewitz Pitt for letting me use her pool house/studio; to Timmy for his emails. And very special thanks to Margot Avery, Bob Isaacson, Ellyn Stein, Albert and Joan Kovetz, Jennifer Gunzburg, and of course Bev and Jerry Crane. 1. Sex, Lux, and Elevators “…and as he slides my panties down to my ankles, suddenly I’m thinking, what the heck am I doing here?” Lux read from the scribbled-over notebook open on her lap. “Yes!” Aimee exclaimed as she reached towards the silver platter for another chocolate truffle. “How many times have I said that exact thing to myself just as my panties descend?” “Shush!” Margot said. “I wonder if that moment has something to do with panties,” Brooke wondered as she tucked her outrageously long, slender legs beneath her on her grandmother’s good sofa, “because I love what comes after, and yet, I always hear that little voice saying that exact same thing right at the panty-removal turning point. I mean, I hear the What the heck am I doing here? thing not the shush thing. Actually the shush thing usually immediately follows the What the heck? thing, because sex is something that I…” “Shush! I have to get back to my office,” Margot said. “I can’t take a three-hour lunch like you guys, and if you keep interrupting, we’ll never get through.” 2 Lisa Beth Kovetz “You’re right,” Brooke said. “So sorry,” Aimee said. “Let’s get back to sex in an elevator. I believe, Lux, your panties were descending.” “Right.” Lux giggled as she picked up her notebook, and the meeting got back on track, although the writers’ group Aimee had created last year could never return to its original format. Sex had invaded, and once the members started writing their own erotica, descriptions of summer days and rain on the city streets just could not compare to the release and significance of women discussing among themselves how they felt about sex. Aimee had stopped trying to urge Lux, Margot, and Brooke to write about other subjects. Their literary attempts at erotica had stuck to such a point that Aimee’s Tuesday Afternoon Writers’ Group was now and forever known exclu- sively by the nickname Lux had given it: The Tuesday Erotica Club. Its four members settled into the cushy couches in Brooke’s grand apartment to consider the most recent erotic essay written by Lux Kerchew Fitzgerald. “It feels amazing and dangerous and so very breezy to be standing panty-free like that in an elevator. Charlie smiles at me, so sweet, as he puts one hand just under the hem of my skirt, touching fingers lightly enough on my thigh so I know they’re there while he keeps kissing and nibbling, his mouth giving full attention to the top of my breasts, which are pushing up from the depths of my new bra, a lacy, purple fabulous…Oh, yeah, then we get to this part.” “What part?” Aimee said. “What are you skipping?” “Don’t skip,” Brooke said. “We’re your girlfriends. We want to know every detail.” Lux’s Practical Erotica Adventure 3 “Well, but, you know,” Lux said with a toss of her red head, “at this point here, I go on for a while about how much I love my new purple bra, but now that I’m saying it out loud in front of you guys, I think maybe I should cut that part.” “Might be worth it,” Brooke said. “I mean, it is a fabulous bra.” “But we saw it on your body in the dressing room the day you bought it, so let’s push upwards and onwards, ok!” Margot said with an eye on the clock and barely a breath in between the words. “Yeah, ok,” Lux said as she scanned the manuscript, looking for the end of the purple-bra description. “Let’s see…the skirt is on but, ah, ok here…the panties are off, and the breezy feeling of my nakedness is like a wicked secret between me and Charlie, which is cool. I lean back against the fine wood of the elevator car. His fingers touch lightly on my thigh, reminding me that there’s nothing to stop him touching farther on up. I can see that, like me, he’s thinking about my breasts, wondering how far I might let him go. Will I, on this elevator, reveal enough of my breast that he can lick the nipple directly?” “Oh, don’t do it, Lux,” Aimee said. “Why not?” Brooke said. “Semipublic nudity freaks me out,” Aimee said with a grimace. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not Lux in that elevator.” Brooke laughed. “And geez, Aimee, when did you get so conservative?” “When I gained twenty pounds,” Aimee said with a toss of her shiny, dark corkscrew curls. 4 Lisa Beth Kovetz “Let her finish,” Margot said; her index finger slammed into the face of her wristwatch. “On the elevator, the panic that we might get caught sends thrills through my body, while the feel of his mouth, wet enough to leave a mark on my blouse, is getting intense. And now I’m thinking about pushing it one step higher as my hands start moving towards my buttons. “A quick twist and one button gives way, showing off the deep line where my breasts push against each other. Twist again and the next button slides out and the whole blouse springs open. Now he can see the way my nipple presses against the fine lace of my bra. His hand rises to touch where pink body meets lavender lace. He rubs his warm, damp palm across the thin, delicate fabric of the bra when, suddenly, the elevator slows. We’re almost at my floor. “The doors behind us begin to slide, and Charlie and I both turn, prepared to dash from the elevator to my apartment, but when the doors open, we run smack into Aimee, standing there with her baby in one hand and a laundry basket in the other.” “I totally remember that!” Aimee said. “THAT was Coffee Boy Charlie! Oh my! You two were…Wait, so those were your purple panties I found in the elevator?” “You said he was super nice, Lux,” Brooke said. “How come we never met him? Why’d you stop seeing him? Whatever happened with Charlie?” “I believe,” Margot said, “that if you stop interrupting, we will find out.” “Doors close, and when they open again, we’re on my floor. I bolt out first and make it pretty far down the hallway before he catches up to me and pulls me back, kissing me and pressing into the heat from my body. Lux’s Practical Erotica Adventure 5 “At the door to my apartment, I fumble with my keys. He makes it hard to get the key into the lock because he’s holding me from behind, hands up my half-opened shirt, now under that bra, fondling the very hard tips of my nipples. Right back at him, I rock my bum back and forth across the front of his jeans, flicking friction through the cotton fabric of his pants and onto the head of his penis. “With my right hand, I turn the key, and with my left hand, I twist the knob, then with my other hand, I stroke Charlie’s…Oh.” Lux knit her eyebrows together in thought. “That can’t happen.” “It’s ok, it’s ok,” Margot said, glancing at her watch. “Keep going.” “I shove the door open,” Lux said, reading faster now, “and we tumble into my living room. “Clothes feel too oppressive for this kind of heaven. I pull my blouse off like it had burst into flames. And when I step out of my skirt to show off the nothing I got on underneath, Charlie gasps. “I like the way I feel, standing in front of a man who gasps, wearing just my fancy lace bra with matching purple shoes. I like the way he’s looking at me, like it’s all good and all special. “This Charlie, he’s so sweet, he’s so damn happy, it’s almost weird to me. He acts like I’m a gift, and I think maybe now I want that. “So, I bring my hands up behind me to undo the clasps of that bra, and when it hits the carpet then it’s only me in my purple shoes, which I kick off because they’re kinda dangerous in a not-good spiky way. “And when Charlie pulls me by the hand, and when we tumble into the bed, I really believe it’s him that I want, but when I close my eyes, suddenly it’s the end…”

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