Free French Quarter by Lacey Alexander Page B

sleeping ? Damn, he must be losing it. Or hell, maybe he was getting old—he wasn’t a young kid anymore, and good, hard fucking wore a guy out. So maybe it was natural for falling asleep with a woman to become part of sex now.
    Even so, he shook his head. That explanation sounded ridiculous. Was ridiculous.
    But he wasn’t going to let himself worry over something so minor. So he liked falling asleep with her. So he’d liked seeing her sleepy eyes first thing this morning. Big fucking deal. It meant nothing. This was just good, hot fun, nothing more.
    By the time she returned from the bathroom, their check had arrived, so he asked her the question burning in his mind. “What now, chere ?”
    She looked primed and ready for action when she gave her head a provocative little tilt. “Why don’t we check out the action on Bourbon Street?”
    Jack couldn’t wait to see what surprises the night held.

Chapter 4
     
    They wandered through the growing crowds just as the evening began to come alive. Every night on Bourbon was a party—neon lights pointed the way into dance clubs and karaoke bars and sex shows and shops that sold colored beads and souvenirs. Every type of music, from rock to blues to Zydeco, could be heard spilling from open doorways. Daiquiri bars offered drinks to passersby who watched mimes and clowns on stilts meander the thoroughfare, which was closed off, admitting only pedestrian traffic.
    Just as Liz had never been to this part of town in the daytime until her visit with Lynda, she’d certainly never been here after dark before meeting with Jack the previous night. It was as if a whole new world had opened to her. Jack held her hand as they wove through groups of people, some walking, some just standing around talking and drinking hurricanes or daiquiris or tall glasses of beer.
    Although every sight and sound was entrancing, the places that drew Liz’s attention the most were the sex clubs. At the door of one establishment, a pretty girl in nothing but a pair of filmy panties and matching bra stood handing out coupons for discounted drinks inside. At another, the windows were shaded but offered strategically placed silhouettes of shapely girls, their curves smooth and bare—one dancing erotically, another gliding back and forth on a large swing. After her unexpected experiences last night, not to mention how excited Jack had seemed by her daring, the forbidden allure of the clubs had Liz’s pussy pulsing at a maddening rate.
    Just then, her gaze landed on an adult store. Like Bourbon Street’s other illicit pleasures, Liz had never had occasion to venture into such a place. “Have you ever been in one of those stores?” she asked Jack, slowing their pace to peek inside. She caught sight of vibrators in packages hanging on the walls and a mannequin wearing bits of black leather.
    When he saw where she pointed, he gave a short laugh and she knew her naïveté was showing. “Uh, yeah, darlin’,” he said as if it were a given.
    She smiled at his amusement. “Well, I haven’t and I want to go in.”
    “Let me lead the way,” he said, and they entered the wide open doors.
    Liz’s eyes were drawn to boxes of triple X-rated DVDs and videos—on the box covers, naked women kissed each other or wore leather and wielded whips and chains; on one a cheerleader bent over revealing her bare, shaved mound. Other videos appeared to be for gay men—one pictured two nude, handsome, well-endowed men in a light embrace, their penises touching.
    “Have you ever been with another guy?” Liz asked Jack on impulse.
    He followed her eyes to the video box, chuckling. “No, chere , afraid not.”
    She looked up at him. “Have you ever thought about it?” After her encounter with Felicia last night, something which had been far more pleasant and seductive than she ever could have imagined, she couldn’t help wondering if Jack had ever experienced similar stirrings. Suddenly, everything around her, the very