Just Between Friends

By Cindy Larie

When Angie's fiancee impregnated her younger sister, and then proposed to her to save face, at a locally televised sporting event that garnered national coverage, Angie was mortified, hurt, and very angry. She calls her best friend for a willing ear shoulder to cry on. Swearing that she is through with men, she decided to drown her sorrows with her best friend. When you combine a lot of alcohol, a Jacuzzi, a very willing friend or more, what happens next is a whole lot of sexy fun that's just between friends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy Larie
• Release date: Feb 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311519740

Cindy Larie

I am an author of mostly erotica/erotic romance with a bit of scifi and sweet romance thrown in. I have visited or lived in each of the 48 continental United States at one time or another. Hawaii and Alaska are on my list of places to see. I've been to Canada and one day plan to tour Mexico as well. I've worked as a taxi driver, an exotic dancer/waitress, a dump truck driver, a storage facility manager and a traveling carnival worker. I love writing stories more than anything (other than my fabulous grandson (: ) and hope to one day support myself with my stories. I live in Louisiana with my boyfriend, two grown kids, an awesome grandson, and several spoiled cats. I truly believe you can do anything you set your mind to.

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JUST BETWEEN FRIENDS

BY CINDY LARIE

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Every head in the bar turned as a breathtaking young woman stepped inside and paused to look around. The noise level dropped noticeably, and a path parted for her, as if by magic, when she started across the room, stilettos clicking loudly. Every man who laid eyes on her, and more than a few of the ladies, as well, held their breath, hoping she wasn’t there to meet a husband, and when she stopped at a table with one lone blond, the relieved sighs were audible.

Having eyes only for the girl standing in front of her, and ignoring everyone else, she exclaimed, I hurried over, as fast as I could! What’s wrong? You sounded near tears on the phone. I was so worried!

Oh, Trisha! Everything is wrong. I’m swearing off of men. I’ve had enough. Angie threw her hands in the air and dropped into a chair.

What did he do? Trisha eased into a nearby seat. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around her friend’s trembling hand and squeezed, Talk to me, sweetie. You’ll feel better. I promise.

No, I won’t. Anything that could make me feel better is illegal. The sorry ass fucked my sister.

He what? She gasped, sitting up straight, How? When? Who told you that?

My sister told me. She recently found out she’s expecting his child.

Oh my god!

Yeah. When she told him, he offered to pay for an abortion. Silly twit apparently expected a romantic declaration of undying love and a marriage proposal, and when it didn’t happen, she took great pleasure in regaling me with the gory details of their secret trysts. Now she’s threatening to go to the newspapers and television stations with the story, as well.

How horrible!

Oh that isn’t the worst of it, Angie looked up, meeting Trisha’s sympathetic gaze, her bloodshot hazel eyes welling with tears, He came to me, knowing that I knew every sordid detail. He walked right up to me, kissed my forehead and calmly informed me that my sister was my responsibility. Then he said that if I expected our relationship to continue, I would have to talk some sense into her before she destroyed his career and any hopes I had of being Mrs. Senator John Ryzenberger.

As if you’d still want him after all that! What a pig. What did you say to him?

I told him that this mess isn’t my problem, because I didn’t tell him to fuck and impregnate my sister - and I said if he’d asked me, I could have told him that suggesting an abortion wasn’t the best course of action. Then I told him that he’s on his own, because I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to become Mrs. Cheating Asshole, even if the cheating asshole has a shot at the Senate, but that if anything happened to my sister, the cops would be getting an anonymous tip that he might be responsible.

Wow, that’s telling him. So, what now?

I don’t know and don’t really ca- The familiar sound of Queen’s Another One Bites The Dust interrupted her. Picking up her cell phone, she apologized and answered, Hey, sis. What’s up? She listened, and her jaw dropped, Are you serious? Hang on. She pressed the phone to her shoulder, Jake, turn on the TV, channel 12, please.

Well, unless you’ve been hiding under a rock, by now you’ve heard the news. It’s all over the major networks, newspapers, talk shows and tabloids. It’s being dubbed THE romantic secret of the century. Senate hopeful John Ryzenberger proposed to local cake designer, Beverly Colton, last night, at the local high school football game. They were serenaded by the high school band, as he got down on one knee and popped the question. When we caught up with him, after the game, he confirmed that they’ve been sneaking around like high school sweethearts, and when asked about his very public relationship with local DJ sensation, Angie Colton, Beverly’s older sister, all he would say was ‘I guess we have her to thank for introducing us. When you find the right one, you just know. You know?’ Stay tuned for more of this sugary sweet love story...

Oh, my god! Putting the phone back up to her ear, Angie cooed, her voice sweet as honey, Congrats, sis, on bagging the horn dog. You deserve each other. Who better to marry a dirty aspiring politician than a slutty, back stabbing psychopath? And to think, I was afraid for your safety. Hanging up and throwing the phone to the table, she confirmed, again, I am totally swearing off men. I’ll buy a vibrator or something. A collection of vibrators. Hell, maybe I’ll give women a try. We have to be tons better at relationships than men are. Plus, She crossed her arms, I’ve always heard that no one can eat pussy like a women, and foreplay is my favorite part of sex, anyway.

Well, well, well, Trisha leaned back in her seat and grinned, "This has turned into a very