Free Ecstasy by Bella Andre

pirate that Jolene felt as if he was living in the wrong century, on the wrong continent even.
    At the end of the evening as the last customer walked out, he locked the door and then joined her on the stage again.
    “Stand up,” he said as he sat down on the piano bench.
    She did as he asked and tried to get her knees to stop shaking. Pulling her so that she was standing between his knees, he reached around the back of her skirt and popped open the top button, then slid the zipper down until her skirt fell into a heap at her heels.
    She looked around the bar at the hundred tea-light candles glowing, at the fireplace roaring, and knew that all of her fantasies were about to be made real.
    He hooked his fingers into the edges of her cotton panties and slowly slid them off, over her ass and down her smooth, untouched thighs. Jolene had to fight the urge to cover herself from him, and she barely managed to keep her hands clenched at her sides.
    Before she knew it he had moved his hand between her legs and slipped the index finger of his right hand into her vagina. She gasped even as she felt her muscles convulse around his thick, long finger.
    Jolene was scared. She had barely even touched herself there in the shower. But she was so excited her fear hardly seemed to matter. She strained against his finger and he pushed it so far inside her his palm covered her and his thumb was pressing on the sensitive flesh at the top of her vagina.
    She knew from her books that it was called the clitoris, but she could hardly think the word to herself.
    “Your clit is so swollen,” he murmured, his mouth less than an inch from the cleft between her legs.
    She liked the way clit sounded coming from Zane’s mouth and she forced herself to say the word out loud. “My clit has been swollen all night,” she murmured.
    He groaned, then lifted his thumb off her clit and blew softly on the engorged flesh. Her vagina clenched around his finger and as he blew on her again and slid his finger in and out of her vagina, she closed her eyes and started to see a rainbow of colors. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, but not from fear. She was trying to crest the tallest hill she had ever encountered, and she needed Zane to help her over it.
    She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed his mouth to her. “Thank god,” she cried as he worked his tongue and his teeth over her inflamed flesh and clasped her buttocks with his strong hands.
    Jolene’s world exploded in a blaze of fireworks. Now that she knew what awaited her on the other side, she knew she would never be able to go back to the perfect world she had come from.
    Jolene Mackenzie wasn’t a good girl anymore.
     
    Candace looked up from her computer screen and realized she had been writing all morning. She reread the beginning of her new story and smiled.
    Evidently, Charlie’s lessons had inspired more than her underutilized libido. His incredible lessons had stimulated her mind and imagination as well.
    But as she remembered their promise to each other to keep whatever happened in Charlie’s “classroom” inside the classroom, she was assailed by guilt.
    A bad little voice inside Candace’s head said, Don’t worry, honey. He’ll never read your book. He’ll never find out that you and he are the live action figures playing out your sex scenes.
    Candace had never written so fluidly before. What’s more, she had never been so inspired to continue with her story, to find out what was going to happen with Jolene and Zane.
    I can’t stop now. The words reverberated in her skull, so she said them aloud, announcing them to herself in her empty office. “I can’t stop now. I won’t stop now!” she proclaimed and gave up trying to win the battle to be the good girl she was supposed to be.
    “Being good has always been my problem,” she muttered, thinking how very close to the truth her new heroine Jolene was. And then Candace smiled again thinking about all the