Lucky Days Erotica: four stories of steamy erotica

By Pandora Sachet

Stuck indoors for the weekend? Check out these four smoking hot stories of horny wives, first timers, ambitious vixens and insatiable witches as they seduce, perform, and even burn their lovers in sex filled fantasies that will keep you up late. This is a good way to spend your weekend. It's your lucky day!
All characters are age eighteen or older. The four stories have been previously published separately but can now be experienced in one collection with a serious savings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pandora Sachet
• Release date: Apr 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301739233

Pandora Sachet

Writing White hot word porn for all adult audiences. Contact me at [e-mail].

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Erotic Weekend

by

Pandora Sachet

Copyright 2013

Smashwords Edition

This is a work of fiction.

No similarity to any persons, living or dead is intentional.

No part of this work may be used or copied without permission from the author.

Previously Published by the Author:

When Sondra Was there

www.smashwords.com/books/view/243527

Neighbors

www.smashwords.com/books/view/293857

Detention

www.smashwords.com/books/view/293907

Tales from a Wife’s Darkside #1: Biker Gangbang

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/304749

Voyuer Night

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/293979

The Cubicle

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/295804

Note: All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older.

Acting Out

You have all been excellent!

Mr. Staphmore clapped his hands together and flashed his teeth in a too big smile at all of the students lined up before him on the edge of the stage. Jane stood at the end of the line in total confidence. She had watched Mr. Staphmore’s reaction during her tryouts. She could see him take pleasure in her performance when she read the lines of Juliette. She was especially proud of her performance. Her kiss was deep and passionate. She could see it had just as much of an effect on Mr. Staphmore as it did on Michael, who was trying for the part of Romeo.

She knew she was destined for the lead. She’d nailed the part early on and now she just had to wait until it was announced, which was just moments away. As soon as Mr. Staphmore stopped jabbering and got on with it. Jane was a drama student in her first year. She’d come from a small town in New Mexico and this was her first time away from home for so long. She’d had trouble making friends and still had only a few. She was dedicated to her major and spent all of her time in study and practice at the expense of any kind of social life. This was much to the disappointment of the many boys in her classes. She was a beauty with long, dark, silky hair, thanks to her Native American heritage. Her skin was bronze and her figure perfect. Her brown eyes were deep and huge. Once most men laid eyes on her eyes they found it hard to turn away. Jane knew this was the case. She wasn’t ignorant of her beauty and the effect she had on the opposite sex. But mostly she’d lead a fairly sheltered life and was shy. She felt intimidated when men flirted with her. She didn’t know how to react. Most of the men thought she was a snob, or even only into other women because of the way she tried her best to ignore them. But it wasn’t that she was a snob or a bitch. She just didn’t know how to react to the opposite sex when it was real.

But she knew how to act. And she knew how to get the attention when it meant landing the part of Juliette. When she’d kissed Michael during tryouts she could feel him warm up. She felt that at some point during the kiss he had stopped acting and started to truly react. She decided she liked that power. But it was only that. She had not stopped acting. The kiss was for show. It was really only for Mr. Staphmore. And she saw him react just as she’d hoped. He was entranced by their embrace. Watching as Jane’s hands roamed over Michael’s hard body and her heaving chest pressed against his. This was the moment that she knew she’d had the part.

But in the very next moment, she knew she hadn’t. Mr. Staphmore called out that the part of Juliette would be played by Karly James.

The disappointment of hearing this was immediately overwhelming for Jane. One second she was about to explode with joy in her confidence. Then the next she felt completely deflated. And she was confused. Her heart sank in her perfectly curved chest. Never in her life had she been so wrong about something. It just didn’t make sense. She knew she’d given the best performance of Juliette. Yes, Karly was beautiful. She looked a bit Greek or middle eastern with her olive skin and dark hair. But Jane had watched Karly during tryouts. Her performance was superficial. It came off as one dimensional. Jane wasn’t the only one to think so. She’d talked to other players as well who told her that Jane’s performance outshone Karly’s.

Jane looked over to Karly at the other side of the line. It was just then that Mr. Staphmore had announced that Michael would have the part of Romeo. Well, that was obvious. No one else had tried out for Romeo. Mr. Staphmore was announcing that another part was to go to Doug Stanley. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and arms that looked like they were chiseled out of marble by the hands of an ancient Roman master sculptor. Karly was smiling and she leapt into the arms of Michael. Then she kissed Doug Stanley, who she had been having a thing with over the past few weeks. As Jane stared at her, she knew she didn’t hate her. Jane wasn’t a hateful p erson. She was just confused.

She then shifted her gaze over toward Mr. Staphmore, who was looking at her, studying her.

Jane, I would like for you to be Karly’s understudy, he said to her as he looked up at her on the stage. Please work with her closely and keep practicing. Look, Jane, I know you must be disappointed that you didn’t get the lead. You really were excellent. But I was looking for a certain spark. I was looking for a certain something that I only saw in Karly.

Jane took note of Mr. Staphmore’s failure to note exactly what that ‘Something’ he saw in Karly was. But at the moment Jane was in no mood to talk, especially about Karly or Juliette. With her beautiful face flush and her eyes welling, she just nodded to Mr. Staphmore and turned away. She left the auditorium without speaking to anyone, and walked in a daze across campus to her room where she locked herself in. She crawled into her bed, where she stayed all of the rest of the day and night sobbing.

Jane woke to a tapping on her door. She was still dressed in her clothes of the previous day. She realized that she had cried herself to sleep and, glancing at the clock, must have been asleep for over a day. The knock that woke her came again. She laid there a moment and debated with herself if she wanted to answer it.

Jane, are you in there? came a small voice through the door. It’s Karly. Please open the door. I want to talk to you.

The actress in her told her that she should talk to Karly. She was the understudy, after all. She rolled out of bed. Just a moment, she called out softly.

She ran her hands over her wrinkled clothes as she shuffled her way to the door, smoothing them out the best she could. She also pulled her hair back and clipped it behind her head. It was still ratty but it looked better when it was pulled back. A quick glance in the mirror that hung on the way by the door confirmed to her that even though she was a day and a half in bed and her long hair was still a mess, she was still beautiful.

She pulled the door open and stood aside to let Karly enter. Jane studied her as she walked in. Her eyes shifted up and down her body as she walked by her, taking in her curves and the way they twisted as she walked. Karly was an actress, to be sure, but this was not acting. Her gate was natural. Jane thought it might even be perfect. Her hips rose from side to side drawing Jane’s stare. When she turned to face Jane, her flat belly and high breasts stole her stare. Embarrassed, Jane quickly raised her eyes to Karly’s, wondering if she’d noticed her infatuation with her curves.

Jane, Karly said, I know you must be crushed about not getting the part of Juliette. I just wanted to come by and make sure you were alright. You weren’t in any classes today, and no one has seen you. I am glad to see you’re looking well.

Jane was embarrassed again.