by Sahara Kelly
Dini leaned toward her. “You wrote four chapters since when, Sunday?” She blinked. “It’s only Wednesday. I’m so frickin’ jealous. Now stop with the writer stuff and tell us about the good stuff. Sean. Sex. Orgasms.”
“Oh lord.” Eden blushed.
“Yeah. What she said.” Dee brushed cookie crumbs off her hands. “Is he hell in the sack, or what?”
“C’mon, Eden.” Dini looked encouragingly at her. “Now you’re writing sex, that’s gotta mean you’re having sex. And good sex too.”
Dee nodded. “Yep. We write fiction. So I have to imagine the West at sunset and what it feels like to do it on horseback. I can do that. But it’ll be a whole lot better if I can talk Cam into coming with me to rent a horse one of these days. Realism, you know.”
“And I’ve never done it in zero gravity, Eden.” Dini looked crestfallen. “Jonas couldn’t get me a trip on the Vomit Comet. He did try though.”
Fenny rolled her eyes. “Eeeeeuww. Why you’d want one is beyond me. Going up that high, freefalling for ten seconds—no thank you.”
“Coward.” Dini shrugged. “I need the experience. Just think of anti-gravity sex, Fenny. The possibilities…”
Eden felt a stab of envy at Dini’s boundless quest for adventure, but then Stella touched her arm.
“Did you come, Eden? More than once?” Stella grinned. “Spill it.”
“Now girls.” Fenny’s lips curled into a smile. “Eden’ll tell us when she’s ready.” She paused. “Are you ready, Eden? Because if you’re not, your cookie supply is going to be shut off. Immediately.”
Eden looked at them, her friends, fellow writers, supporters and cheerleaders. They’d come to mean so much to her, to play such an important role in her life. They cared about her, for no other reason than they liked her. What else could she do?
She licked her lips. “Any of you ever hear of Tantric sex?” A couple of heartbeats of complete silence followed.
“Oooh.” Dini broke it with a word of surprise.
“Hey now.” Dee’s eyebrows rose.
“You contemplated his navel?” Fenny looked stunned.
“You both came for hours and hours and hours, right?” Stella snickered.
Eden laughed aloud. “Sort of and not really. At least I don’t think so.” She took a sip of the soda sitting next to her, while her friends continued staring at her, mouths agape.
“No, I didn’t contemplate his navel, nor he mine. At least not in any special way other than in the usual course of things.” She blinked. “If that makes sense.”
Fenny nodded. Then shook her head. “Yes. No. It doesn’t make sense but it’s fascinating. Go on.”
Eden sighed. “It was…wonderful. One of those moments that your brain puts into the utterly unforgettable file.”
“She came.” Stella looked smug.
“Sure sounds like it.” Dee agreed.
“Wait a minute here.” Dini bounced on her chair. “Tantric sex. I want to know more. Did you have to…like, smoke something beforehand? Meditate? Put warm stones on each other? What?”
Stella giggled. “Dini, where do you get this stuff? How you gonna fuck a guy until he’s brain dead if he’s got hot stones on him? They’d fall off.” She paused. “He’s got his own hot stones anyway.”
The general laughter that greeted this statement gave Eden a chance to catch her breath. “Okay, guys. It wasn’t any of that Zen stuff. It was just one of those beautifully karmic moments when bodies fit, the light’s right, the stars are lined up and you’re with a guy who’s making everything perfect.” She toyed with her soda can. “He cooked dinner for me.”
“He cooks?”
“That’s pretty Tantric of him.”
Eden grinned at Fenny and Stella. “Not only cooks, but cooks Hungarian food. He made me chicken paprikash. It was awesome.” She sighed. “And he likes it when I eat. He gets mad if I start with the whole I-need-to-diet thing. And I guess he does like me the way I am, since he…” Her voice trailed off. Some things she really couldn’t share, even with her closest friends. She couldn’t tell them about the “lessons” she and Sean had shared. How she’d spent considerable time with his cock in her mouth, only to have him fulfill a promise and lick her from head to toe, making her squirm, pant and finally scream out yet another orgasm.
Nope, not sharing that.
“I’m so glad.” Fenny was at her side, hugging her. “Sometimes we have to see ourselves through other people’s eyes. Especially men’s eyes. Otherwise we get hung up on all the wrong things, believe me.”
Eden glanced up at her. “You too?”
“Sure.” Fenny nodded. “I had the age thing against me. I never imagined Michael would be interested in an older woman. I didn’t feel desirable, you know?” She grinned. “He taught me otherwise, bless him.” She held Eden at arm’s length and studied her face. “I’m thinking Sean is teaching you that you’re pretty damn gorgeous and sexy.”
The color burned in Eden’s cheeks. “Well, yeah. I guess.”
“Yaaaay.” Dini thumped the table enthusiastically. “This is totally awesome, Eden. So when can I meet him and pick his brains about nuclear particles?”
“Uhhh…” Eden gulped.
“What’re his plans for the end of this course, Eden?” Dee looked serious. “He’s not a permanent appointment at the University, right?”
Eden shook her head. “No. But he’s extended his summer course through the next academic year. He’s here until next May at least.” She flattened her hands on the table and spread her fingers. “After that? Well, we’ll face that when it comes.”
“And so you’ve got a boyfriend now, too.” Dini smiled, a huge happy smile from ear to ear.
Eden sputtered out a gurgle of laughter. “God, there’s got to be a better word than boyfriend. I’m way beyond having a boyfriend in my life.”
“Lover?” Fenny tossed it out.
“Stud?” Stella smirked.
“Penile support?” Dee quirked an eyebrow, then lifted both of them at the resultant laughter. “What? It’s true, isn’t it?”
Eden nodded. “In some ways, I suppose it is. But he’s more than that. Much more.”
“Sounds like it could get intense, babe.” Dee’s gaze was fixed on Eden’s face.
“It could. I hope it will.” Eden nodded then paused. “In fact, I think it already has.” She pressed a hand to her body, as if she felt something sharp digging into her. “It scares the crap out of me, if you want the truth.”
“Been there.” Fenny sighed. “We’re all scared, Eden. That’s a good sign. It means that Sean is important now. That you care about him, about your relationship. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t feel scared.”
“She’s right.” Dini agreed. “It’s a big step, letting someone into your life when you haven’t done it before. And yes, it’s a big fat scary thing. I didn’t sleep for a week after meeting Jonas.”
Dee chuckled at that. “Well, you were fucking his brains out most of the time, which probably explains it.”
“Pppfffffhhhhtttttt.” Dini stuck her tongue out at Dee.
“Nothing wrong with that.” Stella casually licked melted chocolate chips off her fingers. “Besides, you tore up the sheets with Cam, didn’t you, Dee? Can’t throw stones if you’re in a glass house, honey.”
Eden watched as Dee’s lips curled and Fenny calmly moved in to divert any bitch-slapping potential.
“Whatever.” She dismissed the argument. “I’m just real pleased that our Eden’s now officially orgasmic.” She raised her soda. “A toast. To physics, physics professors, our special guys and orgasms.”
“Hear hear.”
As everyone joined Fenny’s toast, the strains of some hot jazz sounded and four women glanced down at their bags while Dini patted her jeans pocket.
“Mine.” Stella dived into her briefcase, pulling out her cell phone and frowning at it as she answered it.
“So seriously, Eden. Can I meet
Sean soon?” Dini touched Eden’s arm. “I really do have a whole bunch of questions he might be able to help me with.”
“Give me a little time to get used to being with him, Dini. It’s all real new right now and I need to make sure he’s ready before…” Eden never had chance to finish her answer.
“Holy fucking shit...”
Stella was sitting, stunned, her mouth open, staring at her cell phone.
“Stella?” Fenny was beside her in an instant. “Are you okay, honey? Was it bad news?”
Stella blinked. “I don’t think so.” She swallowed. “That was my sister. Callie the dweeb. You remember I told you guys about her?”
They all nodded.
“I can’t believe it. She just told me she’d won a sweepstakes prize.”
“Oooh. That’s fabulous.”
“Wow. Did she make pots of money?”
“What was it, a big fancy sports car?”
Stella shook her head and sighed as she put her cell phone away then turned to her friends.
“Get this. My geeky sister’s just won an all-expenses-paid trip to a resort. In Florida.” She paused. “And it’s clothing-optional…”
About the Author
British born and bred, Sahara Kelly has enjoyed writing and reading Regency romances for many decades, beginning in her childhood with books by Jane Austen, Georgette Heyer and Barbara Cartland.
Arriving in America with her almost-complete collection of Leslie Charteris’ Saint novels, all the original James Bonds, and a passion for Monty Python, Sahara’s new life eventually expanded to include a husband, offspring, citizenship, and a certain amount of acclimation to her new surroundings.
She never quite managed to attain a level of comfort with the American way of spelling, however, and creating a Regency novel offers challenges in that regard. So you’ll see words that British readers will recognize, but American readers might perhaps find unusual. It’s a choice… should one write an English romance using English spelling? Sahara has come around to that belief. She can now enjoy the extra “u” which has always seemed so colourful…
After more than two decades of writing, Sahara is now enjoying the greater freedom offered to authors by the rapidly expanding self-publishing scene and looking forward to many more such experiences.
Being freed of external controlling restraints has opened doors—for Sahara and many other writers. There are now no impediments; no obstructions barring the path from writer to reader. Which is, in many ways, exactly as originally intended when that first storyteller sat on a rock outside her cave, tugged her bearskin around her shoulders and smiled at her kids across the open fire with the words “Once upon a time...” (or however it sounded several million years ago.)
To find out more about Sahara Kelly and her writing, please drop by her website and visit her at:
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Series by Sahara Kelly
The Wednesday Club
A Gentleman for Judith, Book 1
A Melody for Rose, Book 2
The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor
Lady Adalyn. Book 1
The Dowager Countess, Book 2
Six Pearls of Baron Ridlington
The Landlocked Baron, Book 1
St. Simon’s Sin, Book 2
Word of a Lady, Book 3
The Mistress Wager, Book 4
Blackmail and the Bride, book 5
Heart in Hiding, Book 6
Mistletoe Masquerade - Christmas Novella
Music and Mistletoe - Christmas Novella
Gypsy Gentlemen
Honor and Secrets, Book 1
Control and Compassion, Book 2
Endings and Beginnings, Book 3
Regency Rascals
Julia and the Devil, Book 1
The Fifth Wife, Book 2
Deverell’s Obsession, Book 3
Oh My Laird!, Book 4
Steampunk Seductions
Letting Off Steam, Book 1
Stripping Her Gears, Book 2
Winding Her Up, Book 3
Whole Lotta Love
(Co-written with S.L. Carpenter)
Love in the Cards, Book 1
Love on the Road, Book 2
Love Under the Lights, Book 3
Stand Alone (Regency)
Outrageous Ladies
Miss Foxworth's Fate
The Viscount and the Witch
Discreet Madness
Stand Alone (Contemporary)
Open All Night
Consent
Books with Friends
With a Little Help From My Friends with Ciana Stone
Happy Endings with S.L. Carpenter
Feels So Right with S. L. Carpenter
