A Case of Mistaken Identity
By
Collette Thomas
Published by Collette Thomas at Smashwords
Copyright JULY 2010
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.
WARNING: This e-book contains explicit scenes and adult language. It is intended for mature audiences only.
I hope you enjoy FOUR PLAY, the sequel to A Case of Mistaken Identity.
If you haven’t yet read A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY just go to- http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/3018 This is a story of double deception: Jonathan Wetherall agrees to meet his childhood nemesis for a week of fun and relaxation. He arrives at the airport expecting a red-headed, blue-eyed pain in the neck. Instead he finds an attractive overly sexy woman doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate. A fun filled tale of love, laughter and naughty games of charades.
FOUR PLAY – The Sequel to A Case of Mistaken Identity'
by
Collette Thomas
Dedication
To all the folks at my Yahoo Group known as Erotic Romance Workshop Group - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EroticRomanceWorkshop/?yguid=283942630
And to all who have the courage to write what they love to write!
Namely Erotic Romance Fiction
CHAPTER ONE
Myrna heard voices, whispers that trailed into soft laughter. Images formed inside her already tortured mind reminding her that no one like Art Wagner existed in her own life—not even close.
Myrna had hoped that Adrienne would not have invited Art in tonight seeing that it was a work night. Yet by the sound of their toned down voices Myrna could only imagine what they were doing on the other side of her bedroom door.
Tucked beneath her sheets, all she could do was fantasize about what lovers do on hot sultry nights.
Erotic images played in her mind of Adrienne and Art sprawled out on that sea-green sofa that she and Adrienne picked out only weeks before.
Myrna worked at the local library as the assistant librarian. Adrienne waited tables at Dollie’s café located in the center of town. Lifelong friends since school days, after graduation they had separated for a time, then met up again last fall when they decided to share an apartment.
Hands laced behind her head, Myrna stared up at the ceiling tiles and wondered if it had been such a good idea hooking up with this childhood friend despite the fact they had shared history and could easily rattled off Who’s Who from their high school yearbook. Actually they went farther back than high school to junior high when both wore ugly braces and pretended to be super models in the latest teen magazines.
But after living with Adrienne for almost two months now, Myrna had to accept the fact that although they got along fairly well, they enjoyed slightly different lifestyles. Thankfully their schedules prevented them from getting into each other’s way.
They had rented the first floor apartment, which sat on a relatively quiet street. But recently that changed, with Adrienne hooking up with that Wagner guy during a late night shift at the café. He now paid regular visits on that damn black chrome Harley of his.
Yeah, Adrienne lived a different life, one that made Myrna question how they had ever became roommates. But with Myrna working days and Adrienne working nights they spent little time together, and the rent always got paid at the end of the month. So as far as they were both concerned it was working out fine.
That is, until Art Wagner came into the fold.
Myrna, knowing she was not getting much sleep tonight, welcomed the gentle summer breeze flowing in through an open side window. However, the flow of warm air did nothing to alleviate her restlessness or the humidity that left her panties damp in places.
With her left foot she pushed away the bed sheet and glanced over at the alarm clock, squinting to make out the time. Two thirty a.m. They’d been going at it for almost an hour.
Not one for confrontation, still, Myrna felt compelled to march out there and tell them to cool things down. Remind them that normal people worked normal hours and to take whatever they were doing some place else.
Yeah, right, she thought, do that and come off as Adrienne Bennett’s sexually repressed roommate—the roommate with no personal life of her own. Despite the fact that truth lay in those words, Myrna didn’t need anyone throwing it back later.
She left the bed and padded over to the door, cracking it opened. Their sensual whispers produced a quick rise of curiosity. Not one to eavesdrop on conversations, nonetheless the restrained voices kept Myrna’s ear pressed firmly against the wood.
Adrienne’s throaty laugh blended with Art Wagner’s deep gruff voice.
Art had rode in earlier that night on that godforsaken Harley, gunning its engine ensuring that every nosy neighbor on the street knew he was making his appearance. He’d come unannounced, looking for as he put it ‘some action.’ The two left shortly after despite that it was a work night. Adrienne, good at acting on impulse, probably figured Dollie’s could do without her services for one night. Art could not. These reckless whims often led into risqué situations that Myrna only dared to fantasize about.
Myrna guessed the two had probably visited a number of bars, out-of-town locales, and enjoyed the camaraderie couples enjoyed. Adrienne, unlike Myrna, always followed her heart.
“Don’t worry about Myrna. She’s a heavy sleeper,” she heard Adrienne murmur. “Probably doesn’t even know we’re back.”
Myrna sucked in her breath, holding it a moment before exhaling. In the dim light of a nearby lamp she noticed a leather jacket and faded worn jeans that lay haphazardly over the back of one cushioned chair. It seemed, she mused, that Art had not only removed his shirt, but the rest of his clothes as well. His boots and socks were scattered across the carpeting. She spotted no underwear and guessed he probably wore none.
Myrna also knew this latest “beau” of Adrienne’s worked construction, displayed by the bronze, athletic, well-muscled body.
He had rock hard biceps and broad shoulders that could carry anything requiring lifting. Myrna had no trouble picturing these two ‘together.’ Adrienne’s lithe alabaster body provided a sharp contrast to Art’s sun-baked skin. Even in the dim lighting, the difference in skin tones allowed Myrna to easily separate the entanglement of limbs.
“Hey, if that little lady should wake up, why not ask her to join us? I got nothing against a threesome.” His laugh was more like a growl. “And knowing you and your taste for kinky, I doubt you do either. We could try a few of those things you’ve been suggesting because there’s nothing better to a guy like me than seeing two women getting it on. Hell, I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about you and her together. How about next time I come over I bring my camera? There’s nothing like getting it all on tape.”
Myrna could only guess what could happen if that tape ever got out into the public’s eye and suddenly saw the headlines, “Local librarian caught in sex ring.”
Adrienne giggled. “You mean a ménage a trois?”
“Yeah, whatever…I got enough loving inside for both of you, and from the looks of your friend I’d say she could use my special loving.” He let out another low chuckle, then slowly and deliberately lowered his taut lean body to Adrienne’s who quickly discarded her short red leather skirt and sheer black lacy see-through blouse. She wore no bra beneath—her full breasts exposed, rosy nipples invited his touch.
“Now don’t go picking on Myrna,” Adrienne laughingly retorted, reaching up and drawing Art closer to her. “We’re friends, but we’re not into a lot of the same things.” Adrienne’s giggles caused Myrna to wince. At the same time she noticed how Adrienne started stroking Art’s body in the most intimate way. Suddenly, Myrna imagined herself touching Art. Myrna who always played it safe, it seemed her mind could suddenly place no restrictions on the imagination, as she pictured herself stroking Art’s manhood—cock as Adrienne called it—in long firm strokes. She felt a sudden exhilaration at the thought of actually going out there and joining them.