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  NAUGHTY GRAS:

  TALES OF FAT TUESDAY

  The KWEEN

  Jessa Callaver

  Perri Forrest

  Sable Jordan

  BLURB:

  You might’ve been to Mardi Gras, but baby, you’ve never seen a party like this! In NAUGHTY GRAS, four scorching hot stories come together to take you behind the scenes of the spiciest Tuesday of the year!

  Hang out in the Big Easy with a super sexy helping of DIRTY RICE, and after you gobble that up, head on down to Rio for a romantic RENDEZVOUS. Who knows, you might meet your destiny. Want something a little more “spiritual” in nature? Well it’s Bacchanal Time in Viareggio, Italy, too. You’ll be in great hands IN GODS' HANDS. Eat and drink your fill, just be sure to save room for dessert, ‘cause it ain’t a Gras without King cake, and THE SINNER’S SLICE has your name on it.

  So come get naughty tonight.

  You can always repent in the morning…

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  Contents:

  Elle’s Tales: Dirty Rice by The KWEEN

  In Gods’ Hands by Jessa Callaver

  Rendezvous by Perri Forrest

  The Sinner’s Slice by Sable Jordan

  Author Bios

  Elle’s Tales: Dirty Rice

  Kween

  “Elle, are you going to invite your sister?” my best friend Collette asked.

  I gave her a dramatic exhale to emphasize why we MUST have this conversation again. “No.” I said and then busted out into a giggle.

  “You REALLY are afraid of her telling your parents how you are when ‘away,’ aren’t you?”

  I stared her down with the hardest of glares and barked, “HELL YEA! Can you imagine Rev. Thorne knowing what I do...with how many?” We guffawed together. Truth is, my sister is married with three children, living across the country. She wouldn’t if she could come here to traipse around with Collette and me.

  So, yea...Collette and I were packing...AGAIN! Our last excursion was to Tahiti. ::a pause of photographic memories gives way to flashes of Malachi:: I shivered from those thoughts and a small rush of regret came over me. ~sigh~

  Well...let’s just hope that I can keep my mind focused on my boundless ways. That last trip was a memory-maker and I’m still recuperating from my attempt at recuperation.

  I’ve heard the stories of Mardi Gras and I’ve never wanted to go. All I saw in my head were young and drunk adolescents howling and flashing each other their body parts for cheap dollar store beads and a chance to be filmed for posterity. There’s nothing remotely “relaxing” about a week in New Orleans during Mardi Gras...but, this was a family trip for Collette. She had to visit her brother, whose wife was ill. I told her that we should stay in a small comfortable motel near her brother’s home, but she insisted we get the French Quarter experience and stay at a Hyatt in the hub of the revelry. Clearly SOMEone had plans to make time for fuckery.

  “What do I bring? It’s February! I’m used to sweaters and boots at this time of year. Do I bring warm clothes?” I asked Collette.

  She giggled and said, “Pack light. Remember, we’re going to the Big Easy, sis. There’s no snow and frostbite to be concerned for. It’s normally anywhere from 70-80+ tops...on a low temp day...40-50 degrees. Bring a sweater, a light jacket or two. You can bring a pair of booties for a casual day. You don’t need anything too heavy...except perhaps your ‘toy bag...’”

  I gasped playfully and threw a tank top at her. “Fine...I get it. The weather is almost ideal. Now, leave me to my packing. Go home and pack your stuff. We leave in a couple of days and I still have to wrap up that account with the Georgia boy and his soda line...”

  Collette threw my shirt back and said, “Mmm hmm...I remember him...”

  I shouted, “BYE HEFFA!”

  A week in New Orleans should be a walk in the park. There’s no reason at all for me to be gallivanting about when my friend’s sister-in-law is sick in the hospital. I’ll be with her and the family the entire time. Just, so long as they get me to Cafe du Monde as a consolation. I’ve heard sinful things about their beignets and I refuse to leave “Nawlins” without sucking my fingers clean of powdery love!

  ~Two Days Later~

  “Collette...hurry up before the damn gate closes!” I yell at her. No matter WHERE we go or when, she finds a way to make us late. We’re either skating through the checkpoint by the skin of our teeth, or we’re trying to convince the attendant to let us on the plane!

  “Okay, okay...I’m right here! I can’t help it if I had to go to the bathroom. PLEASE don’t nag me, Elle!” she chided. I sucked my teeth, playfully pushed her in front of me and we feigned attitudes. We got on the plane without a problem and had a safe and smooth flight to Louisiana.

  Once in N.O., we were greeted by Collette’s brother Lance. He was a stunner! Goodness, this man was fine. I mean, FINE! No...FIONE! He was tall. He shared the same roasted almond complexion as Collette… like they were from India. They sharply resembled except he had light brown hair...a contrast to Collette’s almost jet black hair. They shared the same dark eyes with thick brows and square jaw.

  “Greetings, Ladies!” he said excitedly. “Lette!” he yelled in Collette's direction.

  She cringed, visibly and said, “NO, Lance...no ‘Lette’ this week. You’re not allowed!”

  He chuckled at her embarrassment and said, “Aight, aight...is it still okay to call you Cole?” he asked, feigning humility.

  “Sure, I know I’m gonna be called Cole...but that other mess is for the birds! Now...on to the house!” she ordered her older sibling.

  “FIRST...introduce me to the beauty behind you! Ole rude self...” he teased.

  “Oh, oops...Lance, this is my best friend in the whole green and blue, Elle! Elle...this is my oldest brother and heaviest cross to bear,
Lance!”

  He rolled his eyes and snapped playfully, “For THAT? You carry your own bags...LETTE!”

  He ran out of swatting distance just as Collette’s mean hammer was about to land on his upper arm. She laughed and said, “Welcome Home, Collette!”

  The drive from the airport to Lance’s house seemed so quick. I guess it’s because I nodded off in the middle of Lance asking me what I did for a living.

  “What’s your specialty, Lady Elle?” he asked.

  “Advertising, Sales & Marketing...Consulting and Management...” I said, slurring my words. Before I knew it, I’d dozed off. When he hit the driveway of his house, I jolted myself awake and checked for involuntary saliva. I’d survived potential embarrassment. ~phew~

  The house was a beautiful French Colonial with dramatic floor to ceiling windows framed in white, the front in brick. The porch was level to the ground, and the walkway was peppered with sweet-smelling flowers in multiple colors. Lance stopped to stand next to me as I got lost in my appreciation of his home and said, “I had this house built as a 5 year anniversary surprise gift to Noelle. She and I had been struggling in an apartment for our entire marriage, up until then. One day...I picked her up from work and parked in front of this house. She wanted to know why we were in this neighborhood when we knew no one here. I gave her the keys, the deed and a card written out to her with her name and this address...” he veered off. His eyes became distant.

  I placed my hand on his back and said, “She’ll come home, Lance. I believe that.”

  He looked down and said, “Thank you, Lady Elle...” He flipped a switch in his heart, picked up my bags and said, “Let’s go. Let me show you where you’re staying!” He’d said it as if he hadn’t just been on the precipice of tears.

  I stopped in my tracks and said, “Oh noooo...I booked a hotel in the French Quarter. Both Collette and I will be staying there! I thought she told you!”

  Lance looked at me with the most sincerely sad eyes and said, “If you don’t mind...I’d really like to have my sister close to me. My other siblings haven’t been able to make it. Collette is the closest to me. I need her around the house. Please...I promise that you’ll have your own room with a bathroom in between yours and Collette’s to share. Please say yes, Elle...”

  I couldn’t tell this man no. His wife was sick in the hospital and he was all alone in this big house. He had two children by an ex and those children were actually twin teens away at college who didn’t live with him. I caved and said, “Well, let me call the hotel and cancel the reservations...”

  How, after that, Lance ended up licking me from crack to crotch is beyond me. Collette was in her room napping and I had been in mine unpacking my bags. Lance came knocking to make sure I had all I needed...and that was it!

  It started very innocently…but, I suppose a lot of sex does.

  “Do you have everything you need? I laid out towels and extra linens for you...is there anything else you might need? Want?” he’d asked like a mother hen.

  “No, I’m good...thank you so much, Lance. I’m just unpacking and am considering a nap like Collette. I know we’re supposed to go see Noelle in the hospital, I want to be ready at that time.”

  He’d stepped in and closed the door behind him...

  “Elle...” he began as he moved closer to me near the bureau. “...you smell so good...” I felt a twinge between my legs even though at the same time, my words betrayed my desire to climb him.

  “Whoa...Lance...you’re married. Your wife is ILL! This is your house, this scenario is all wrong. REALLY wrong...” He got even closer. His breath smelled like he’d been sipping something cherry-flavored. I backed into the bureau and said, “Lance...please...” He could tell I didn’t mean it. I meant it! I just didn’t mean it. I knew I’d eyed him at the airport and consoled him earlier, but I didn’t know I’d sent the message that I was willing to receive his flesh upon mine. I said it again, “Lance...please...” He bent down and kissed me as he held my face and I went limp. I promise that my intentions were to fight him off and say, “Get off of me damnit!! You’re Collette’s brother!!” But my hands fell to my sides like puppet arms cut from their strings. He reached down...his arms long and his hands large...and grabbed underneath my skirt. His fingers landed on the satiny fabric of my panties and soon after, between my lips and into the pool forming. His fingers swam around, squishing and finding swollen lips and a throbbing hole awaiting his play. I weakened a little. He had to be over six feet...definitely a foot or more taller than me. He squatted and then lifted me. ME...and placed me lightly onto the settee at the end of the bed. I said, “Lance...Collette is in the next room. This is wrong; please don’t make me do this...”

  See...Lance didn’t know me. I wasn’t pleading with him to not take advantage of me. I wasn’t asking him to relinquish his hold on me. I was beseeching him to not let out the real Elle. The Elle that would make his toes separate and his balls shiver with my tongue. I didn’t want to put on LANCE...what I’d given men before him. This was my plea to him. For him not to make me give him something that might make him follow me home.

  “Do what? Give me what I want? Give in to what you want?”

  “No...Don’t make me lose control...you’ll be sorry,” I said as I stared him in his eyes. He wickedly grinned and rolled my dampened panties down. He parted my legs...eyed my pretty, and placed his head where no man ever ‘came’ out the same. “Fuck...oooh, boy.” I tried to say in a whisper. He snatched down my shirt, popping buttons and mauled my breast. That turned me on. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed his head down into my scent. I fucked his face as he clamped down on my clit between his lips. I came in his mouth. He gulped me, stood up and unbuckled his pants.

  Well...there was NO way he was putting THAT in MY mouth...OR my pussy. EASILY, Lance was holding 11” of penis. The thickness was insane...but, my mouth was watering. I’m no punk. I took him in as much as I could...allowed myself to gag a little, forcing up saliva and I pleasured him with one hand jerking the base, one on his sac and me sucking intensely on the head of his dick. I sucked him hard. I wanted his foam to coat my tongue. He tasted like licorice. I jerked him well and found my way to his perineum and played it like a flute note. His knees buckled and he fell in toward me a little, losing his balance momentarily. Before I could get my treat, he ripped off my [good bra] and titty-fucked me until he came in my face.

  “Let me try...” he asked. “What? No...that shit is too large!” His pipe was bouncing up and down, saying ‘yes’ to me and I, too began to nod ‘yes’. I stood up and backed onto the bed. He kneeled down and gave me one good kiss on my clit. I was juicy as hell and I hoped it was enough to make this painless. I wanted it. I was up for a challenge. Little did I know that this dick, fully erect...was a 12-incher. He was going to fuck me with a ruler. He was FUCKING me with a ruler. He pinned my legs back and started with the head. ‘She’ kissed him with a loud smacking suction. Slowly with a few gentle strokes, I opened up for the first 2”. Lance had width and I was frowning and wincing. I was slowly pumping toward him...getting wetter with each bit of the head burrowing further. He reached down and sucked both nipples long and tugged them between his lips and tongue. My nipples, always having been my “faucets,” gave him more lube for the sliding.

  He kissed my lips, smiled and placed his hand over my mouth. “Shhhhh...” I let him cover my mouth and braced myself. He pushed himself into me and I felt a sharp pain go from between my legs to my stomach. I tried to move his hand but he pressed harder. He started stroking faster and harder and without warning he slammed the whole thing into me!

  I came so hard...I blacked out.

  It couldn’t have been more than a minute...but, I of course asked, “What happened to me? OMG!” as I grabbed my womanhood to make sure it was still intact. I felt the wetness and viewed it on my hand...clear. No blood. Lance’s dick was dangling and shining. I all of a sudden felt the guilt swim in. “Go...leave. I have to clea
n up! Tonight I’m going to that hotel!” He pulled his boxers up over his semi-hardness and then his pants.

  “Now, if you do that Elle...Collette will suspect something and she’ll be upset with us. I promise I won’t bother you again...” he said. I was ashamed in that moment and decided to just stay and act normal. How I intended to do that with the ONE person in this world who knew me best would be a miracle.

  After Lance’s and my encounter...I showered, napped a bit and then awoke to Collette’s knocking. It was time to go to the hospital. I wasn’t sure about this. My whole trip had turned into a clandestine escapade of scandalous sex...in one day. I let her in and walked toward the chair my clothes were laying on. “Did you sleep well? I know I did! That bed is comfy!” Collette said jovially.

  She sensed nothing as of yet and I wanted to keep it that way. “Girl, mine is comfy, too. I was dead to the world. I’m hungry as hell though...”

  “We’ll eat when we leave the hospital. We have to get there before visiting hours end. I want to see Noelle and let her know I’m here.” I undressed in front of Collette all of the time, so this was nothing new. I slipped into my jeans and the designer poncho-styled pullover to cover my camisole. I put on my gladiator sandals and I was ready. “Cute! Let’s go. Lance is already downstairs in the car.” Collette said. I grabbed my bag, shades and phone...and we went to the car.

  The whole time we rode to the hospital, I could feel Lance’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He was searching my face for residual pleasure and a chance to make eye contact. I refused to look his direction. I could feel the well of wetness collect between my legs. There was residual pleasure indeed…I wondered if he could smell my pheromones. Either way, I refused to look at him. I instead, pulled out my iPhone and began texting a friend back home and playing a word game. The scenery outside the window whizzing by was also a distraction. In spite of my efforts...my thighs were aching from earlier and I was pulsing with hunger for more of him.