Lux's Practical Erotica Adventure

353 Pages·2013·3.86 MB·English

by  Kovetz Lisa Beth

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PRACTICAL
EROTICA
adventure
A TUESDAY CLUB NOVEL
Lisa Beth Kovetz
Copyright © 2009 by Lisa Beth Kovetz
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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.”
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“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.
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“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…”