A Smattering of Erotica

By Baron LeSade

A Smattering of Erotica is a collection of four erotic short stories. In one a boy returns to his old neighborhood to live out a childhood fantasy. In the second, a girl finds out one of her teachers isn't who she thought. In another, four college friends turn a study session into a bacchanal. And lastly, neighbors become more than just neighbors...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baron LeSade
• Release date: Sep 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311579133

Baron LeSade

Howdy, I'm a Texan by birth and a Nevadan an accident of fate. Retired after twenty-eight years in the USAF and now live on a horse ranch just outside of Reno, Nevada. I used to write for literotica, but decided I might as well write for myself as it was a lot more profitable....

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A Smattering of Erotica

Published by Baron LeSade

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A Smattering of Erotica © 2014, Baron LeSade

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and those involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No responsibility or liability is assumed or accepted by the author for any claimed financial losses and/or damages sustained to persons from the use of the information used in this publication, personal or otherwise, either directly or indirectly. While every effort has been made to ensure reliability and accuracy of the information within, all liability, negligence or otherwise, from any misuse or abuse of the operation of any methods, strategies, instructions or ideas contained in the material herein, is the sole responsibility of the reader. By reading past this point you are accepting these terms and conditions and acknowledging that you are eighteen.

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Table of Contents

A Childhood Memory

Julie

Friends

My Neighbor, Lola

End

A Childhood Memory

Felicia stood at the window looking out into the thick fog that covered the winter painting outside her window. Its misty tentacles flowed over, around and through everything, clutching them in its cold, clinging grasp. It was so thick that even at two o'clock in the afternoon, the streetlights were already on, casting halos of golden light out into the fog. Leafless trees stood like weary sentinels, shivering in cold embrace of the fog, their skin glimmering wetly in the soft glow of the street lights.

Happy that she didn't have to go out into it, she felt a quiet affection for the fog and the spell it was casting over her. It was one of those days that you sat curled up by the fire with a good book just as she was doing…or lying on the bearskin rug in front of the fire making slow, passionate love to her lover…but that wouldn't be the case for her, she morosely thought. Her husband and lover of thirty years had been taken from her in a tragic car accident six months earlier. She missed him dearly and just couldn't bring herself to get back into the dating game. She missed the intimacy of their relationship, his caring touch and yes, the sex, too. Humphrey had been such a sensitive, caring lover. He seemed to sense her every need and took special care to fulfil them. But, that was a thing of the past, she sadly thought, turning away from the window to look over at the fire. She was still wearing her long, floor-length, flannel nightgown and since she wasn't expecting company, she didn't see any reason to change out of it.

Stepping back over to the fireplace, she could feel her smallish breasts jiggling freely under the gown as she stopped in front of the fireplace and held her hands out to the fire. The dancing flames warmed them as the fire snapped and crackled. Then she moved back over to the overstuffed chair where she had been sitting earlier. Easing down into its comforting softness, she picked up her romance novel and reached over to the coffee cup sitting on the end table by the chair. Bringing it to her lips, she took a sip of cognac-laced coffee and then sat the cup back down in its saucer. Turning her attention back to the novel, she began to read. It was a story about an older woman, about her age, who had fallen in love with a much younger man. When she had Humphrey, she fondly thought, there had been no thoughts of straying…no thoughts about having a young lover…he had satisfied all her needs! But now…now that he was gone…the thought of a young, virile lover crept into her mind more and more often!

Then, she couldn't explain why, but her mind wandered and she found herself thinking back to earlier days of her marriage. Back to when their neighbors, the Simmons, had a teenage boy by the name of Bobby. He had always been under foot, it seemed. Washing her car, mowing their lawn, always asking her if there was anything else he could do for her. She hadn't thought anything about it at the time, but now that she thought back on it, she wondered if he had, had a crush on her. He had always seemed a little google-eyed and tongue-tied when he was around her. Especially when she was wearing anything revealing like her bikini…let's see, he would be around twenty-five now, but she hadn't seen him since he was fifteen when the Simmons had moved away from the neighborhood. Wonder where he is now, she fondly thought? Even then, at that early age, she could tell that he was going to turn into a handsome young man. Too bad she would never find out if her premonition had been true, she remorsefully thought.

But enough about Bobby, she told herself, because thinking of him only heightened the feeling of emptiness she felt for Humphrey. She hadn't felt this lonely since Humphrey had passed. It would be nice to have someone, even if it was just to talk to, she thought, bringing her thoughts back to the book she held in her hands.

Just then, the doorbell rang, startling her. Now who in the world can that be, she asked herself, putting her book down on the end table? Standing up, she ran her hands down over her long, flannel night gown, smoothing out the wrinkles then padded across the room to the front door. Peering out through the peephole, she was surprised to find a man standing on her doorstep. A young man.

Why, it's Bobby Simmons, she told herself feeling an eerie sense of coincidence. How? How could anything so eerily bizarre happen? She hadn't seen him for ten years, and hadn't even thought about him during that time, but the moment she thought about him, he appears at her doorstep. That's creepy, she told herself!

Finally gathering her wits about her, she reached down to the doorknob, twisted it and pulled the door open.

Bobby Simmons! she exclaimed, seeing that the fog had changed to a light snow as he stood looking at her with a dusting of it on his broad shoulders. Come in…come in out of the snow!

Hi, Mrs. Adkins, Bobby grinned, holding his hands behind him and stepping across the doorsill into the house.

What? What brings you here? she asked, shoving the door closed and turning to face him.

I was in town and just thought I'd drop by to see you again, he told her, bringing his hands out from behind his back and handing her the bouquet of brightly-colored flowers that he had concealed from her. So I thought I would stop by and ask you if you'd to join me for dinner tonight. Talk about old times…

Beware of men bearing gifts, she softly laughed, thinking she saw his eyes brush over the swell of her small breasts thrusting out against her nightgown. Thank you. That's such a nice gesture…

You're welcome, he smiled back at her. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady…

Uh, you'll have to excuse the way I'm dressed, she blushed, stepping over to the sink with the flowers. I wasn't expecting company.

I think you look lovely, she heard him say, feeling his eyes caress her body as she put the flowers into a vase. I was so sorry to hear about Mr. Adkins…

He died immediately, the corner said. Thankfully…It was so kind of you to send the card…and the flowers. I really appreciated that.

It was the least I could do, Bobby mumbled.

Now where shall I put these? she softly said, holding back the tears and wanting to change the subject. What about here? she asked him placing the vase on the table and turning to face him.

I was having some cognac and coffee…would you like to join me? she asked him, smiling warmly as she looked into his frosty, blue eyes.

That would be delightful, he told her. But what about dinner?

It suddenly dawned on her. If he had had a crush on her as a child, and now that Humphrey was out of the way, maybe the boy had more on his mind than dinner. Was he was putting the make on her, she giddily thought? She couldn't believe it at first. A twenty-five year old putting the make on her. Why she was nearly twice his age. Well, she had to admit, even at forty-five, she definitely wasn't over the hill in the looks department. But still, she was flattered by Bobby's attention and decided to let things play out and see where it took them. After all, it wasn't like he was a total stranger. And she wasn't on her death bed.

Let me think on it, she said, stepping over to the coffee maker on her tiny bare feet.

She could feel his eyes studying her as she slowly filled a cup half full of coffee. Then replacing the coffeepot in the maker, she picked up the bottle of cognac and tipped it up, filling the rest of the cup with the amber liquor flowing from the nearly full bottle. Turning toward him, she ran the pink tip of her tongue over her lips as she handed him the cup and looked into his eyes once again.

Thank you, he murmured, returning her look, staring into her warm, hazel eyes.

Turning again, Felicia picked up the bottle of cognac and quietly padded back over to the chair where she had been sitting before he arrived. Tipping up the bottle to refresh her drink, she heard him step over to the couch.

Cozy, he remarked, setting his coffee cup on the coffee table and looking around the room.

I like it, she smiled, slipping into her chair and pulling her long legs up under her, draping her gown over them. With Humphrey gone, I closed off some of the rooms to make it easier to clean.

I don't blame you. And you've changed things around down here.

A little, she smiled. So, she said, lifting her cup to her lips and taking a sip of her spiked coffee. What has been going on with you?

He told her that he had finished high school after leaving. Then he had gone on to college and graduated. After that he had started up a software company that was doing quite well.

Any plans for the future? Like girlfriends…marriage? she asked him when he finished talking.

None that I know of… he laughed. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering. I would think that a handsome, young lad as yourself would have the girls throwing themselves at you, she said, smiling warmly.

I'm afraid that I prefer the company of more mature women…over girls, he told her, as an amused smile crept across his lips.

Time passed slowly as they sat intimately talking, both of them finishing four cups of cognac-spiked coffee in the process. But before they knew it, it was six o'clock.

So, how about that dinner? he finally asked her. Made up your mind yet?

I know of this little bistro just around the corner that makes the best steaks in town, she said. And they deliver! So why don't I give them a call and order in…

Okay, but I'll pay… he told her. Remember, I asked you out!

If you wish, she laughed, getting to her feet too quickly, feeling a rush of dizziness, and clutching hold of the chair to steady herself.

He was by her side before she knew it. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he steadied her as she dizzily fought to balance herself.

Are you okay? he asked her, holding onto her tightly.

Yes, yes, I'm fine, she giggled girlishly, her hip accidently brushing against the front of his pants. Maybe just a little too much cognac on an empty stomach.

He's got an erection, she feverishly thought as she felt the hard bulge of his penis through his pants.

I think I can make it now. Thank you, she murmured, moving her hip away from him. I'll be right back.

Padding across the room to the telephone hanging on the kitchen wall, she picked it up.

How do you like your steak, she asked him as she dialed in the number.

Rare, he grinned.

Smiling back at him, she quickly ordered the steaks, placed the receiver back in its cradle and then stepped away from the phone.

Well, she laughed softly, carefully stepping back across the room, it shouldn't be long since we both like our meat rare.

The rarer the better, he told her.

Are you ready to graduate from the coffee to a snifter? she asked him, pulling two snifters down from the row of glasses behind the small bar in her living room.

But, of course, he said, getting to his feet and gathering up both coffee cups.

Carrying them to the kitchen sink, he lowered them down into it. As he did, a strange feeling of familiarity washed over Felicia. It was almost like he belonged.

When he returned, she handed him his snifter and smiled at him as he stood longingly looking into her eyes.

Mrs. Adkins…Felicia…you don't mind if I call you, Felicia? he asked, stepping closer.

No, I don't mind, she murmured, smelling the manly aroma of his after-shave.

It smelled of citrus, woods, moss and leather, all combined in a rich and masculine fragrance. English Leather, she told herself. Humphrey used to wear it on special occasions.

Well, I don't know of any other way to do this. So here I go. You know that I've had a crush on you ever since I can remember, he said, taking her hand in his and leading her back to the couch by the fireplace.

Why, no! I had no idea, she told him, feeling a little shaken, but excited as they sat down on the couch. A little white lie couldn't hurt.

Yes, I did, he said softly, resting his hand on her thigh. Why do you think I was always hanging around you when I was a teenager?

I don't know…I just never really thought about it, she said, looking deep into his blue eyes, searching for the real answer.