What Happens...

By Nick Foxx

A four chapter story of Chris, Melody, Sam, & Melody's roommate, June.

What Happens In Vegas
Two years of divorce proceedings had taken a toll that not even his best friend Sam or a trip to sin city could break through. When a girl by the pool propositioned him, he shrugged it off as a tease or a scam. It wasn't until Melody strutted into his suite that he realized there was a lot of love (and lust) left in him. She brought out the animal in him, helped him vent his frustrations, and brought out the man he used to be. In the process, they both went to a dark, erotic place and had a hell of a lot of fun.

After Midnight
Chris and Melody have a wild time together before Chris’ best friend, Sam (Samantha) shows up with Melody’s roommate in tow. The girls share their personal stories and Chris’ bed as they indulge themselves in virtually every hedonistic act the can think of. But during this special night, they discover that the lust and love they feel for each other are more closely related than they knew.

What Happens Between Friends
Chris and Sam wake together, tangled up in each other's arms. They share secrets from their past and present as they bare their hearts in an attempt to find who they are...are they friends or more?

What Happens Next
Now in Chris & Sam’s story, now we get to see what happens when two friends let their hair down and are honest with their feelings for each other. Are they open to love? Can they be satisfied with one partner or do they want more?

All characters depicted in this work are 18 or older, Adult material-not suitable for minors.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick Foxx
• Release date: Mar 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370477449

Nick Foxx

A diverse blend of music floated through the rooms of Nick Foxx’s house as he grew up. His family listened to and played blues, jazz, folk, gospel, country, rock’n’roll and classical music and they all fascinated him. Late in the night, he’d sit with his father and grandfather while they told stories and sang their favorites.Professors and artists mingled with ranchers and farmers around picnic tables in Nick's backyard to enjoy fried fish, barbecue, and good music as the neighborhood children chased fireflies in the twilight.The music he heard filled his head with dreams of being a professional musician. He played at local dances, clubs, and bars before he could drive. By twenty-one, he had performed for crowds of thousands, heard himself on the radio, and sang on live TV. His music has been used in advertising, film, television, theater, and played in concert halls. Records he worked on decorate the walls of his office and home.Nick began publishing ebooks in 2008 with Anonymous Publishing. While writing under the pen name, Nicky Faulkes, Nick’s work “The Time Of My Life” won the Earth Day Story Contest on Literotica.com and gained him the praise of peers. It encouraged him to keep writing and telling stories.Nick is a semi-retired composer and musician, happily married for over twenty years to a beautiful, loving woman who is the love of his life. Nick’s stories are a blend of his personal experiences and fantasies that merge to bring genuine, relatable characters and engaging tales to the page. His greatest delight is to share the joy he feels creating new work with the people who listen to his music or read his stories.Please contact Nick at: [e-mail] to get the latest on his next project or to join his facebook group. If you liked this book, check out other titles by Nick Foxx at your favorite e-book retailer online or follow him on facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/nick.foxx.108

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What Happens…

Nick Foxx

Copyright 2016, Nick Foxx

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Chapter 1

What Happens In Vegas

I heard the slap of her flip flops on the wet pool deck long before I saw her. She passed me like I wasn’t there. A mixed aroma of chlorine, sweat, and perfume wafted behind her. I wondered how much of the dampness in the crotch of her tiny swimsuit was from the pool and how much was from her pussy. She passed so close I could almost count the goosebumps on her long legs as the cool breeze blew across her wet skin. A long ponytail swished in rhythm with the roll and swing of her hips. As a photographer, I’ve watched enough models walk the runway to recognize when a woman is comfortable in her own skin. Either this girl didn’t care if someone were watching or not, or she craves the attention. I’ve known both and they both can be trouble.

Watching women was a habit and an occupational necessity. I’d watched this girl flirt with more than one guy and tease them mercilessly. Despite my disapproval, blood rushed to my groin as I imagined how she must taste. Taut, smooth young skin still hot from the sun, body stretched out in that moment of exquisite tension, chest rising and falling as she sought the sweet release. The thought of her stretched out with my face between her long legs as she writhed under my tongue made me smile.

When she was far enough away to not catch me, I turned to check out her ass. The wisp of spandex was creeping up into the crack of her firm butt. She reached back to adjust it. As she did, she lowered her sunglasses and stared me in the eye. With a smile on her face, she winked at me. Maybe I wasn’t as invisible as I thought. Maybe I was to be the next victim of this tease. Either way, the view was worth it. As she twisted her body to adjust her suit, a spandex supported breast peaked out from behind her arm. Firm and high on her chest, her tit was beautifully cradled by the thin fabric. The profile of a hard nipple pressed out against her suit as she took a long, slow breath. She waved at the waiter and wrote a note. He briefly looked my way and nodded to her.

Moments later, she was gone and I was left wondering what had just happened. The waiter roused me when he showed up with a drink and a note in distinctively feminine handwriting. It read: ‘My friend and I have a bet that we need your help to settle. I say older men can make love all night long but she says they can’t keep it up long enough to get job done. If you are want to help me prove her wrong, come to room 3241.’

I asked the waiter, Who sent this?

The young woman in the white suit who left a few moments ago, he told me. When I reached for my money, he said, It’s been covered, Sir.

Unsure what to do, I said, Thank you.

With a knowing grin, he responded, Have a wonderful night, Sir.

‘What a load of bullshit,’ I thought. ‘There’s no way I’ll get laid if I go up to this girl’s room. Getting robbed or made fun of is a more likely scenario.’ After I finished my drink, I head inside to meet Sam. Sam and I met in grade school and had been fast friends since we were kids. She was a tom-boy and I was sensitive and artistic. No matter how much teasing or crap other kids gave each of us, we always had the other’s back. This trip was a chance for us to blow off some steam and reconnect after my divorce. I’m not sure which of us needed to vacation more, me or Sam.

Like an idiot, I still had the note from the waiter when Sam caught up with me. What’s that? she asked.

Nothing, I grumbled. It’s a bullshit way for this hot girl to tease or rip off old men.

Sam grabbed it before I could throw it away. Looks like an invitation to me, said Sam.

Well, you go on up there and have a good time, I said. But don’t call me if you get mugged. I’ve already been robbed once this year. We laughed it off as we had another drink and swapped horror stories about my ex. We were on our third round when the waiter from the pool showed up again. The first note was still lying on the bar when he showed up with another.

He walked up slowly and said, Sir, I’ve got another message for you…

I’ll take it, Sam said with a laugh.

Sorry, I’m supposed to deliver it to the gentleman.

Gentleman! Sam roared. That girl has no idea who she’s dealing with, does she?

Knock it off, Sam. Waving him away, I told the waiter, Tell the young lady that I’m here with an old friend of mine and if she just can’t resist me, then I’ll be in Penthouse #3 after dinner.

Before he turned away, he asked, Is there a particular time you’d like her to be there, Sir?

With a glare, I growled, Nine. As I calmed down, I was proud of not telling him to fuck off or reach over and slap the grin off Sam’s face.

Looks like you’re in for a fun night.

More like another night stuck with you lusting after the girls we meet, I countered. Sam’s list of romantic partners was short but memorable. For such a adorably cute little chick, she had a hard time getting laid. I thought back on how many guys and girls I knew that found her irresistible but aloof. It was a shame really. At five feet tall and less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, her athletic build was a magnet