Lederhosen is Sexy - Part 4 by Mysti Holiday

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For a moment, her only awareness was Cody, his scent, the feel of his thick cock pumping into her wet core, the soft sounds of arousal he made in her ear. It was all so familiar and hot. Slowly, though, reality seeped in.

“Cody! God... anyone could see us.” Despite keeping her legs wrapped around his waist, she pushed against his chest.

He stilled, then nibbled along her cheekbone sending zings of desire through her body. “Do you want me to stop?”

Did she? God, no. “Don’t stop. I need you.” She tipped her head sideways, inviting him to press soft kisses to her neck and as he did he continued to move inside her, slow, deep thrusts that all but touched her heart. The emotions inside her built even as her orgasm did and when he shifted so his cock rubbed her clit with every move she whimpered, shivering as she started to come.

Cody covered her lips with his, muting their cries of completion as he plunged inside her one last time. Jerusha tasted salt in their kiss and only then realized she was crying. Her heart was so full of love for him, it overflowed and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

As Cody pulled out from her and tucked himself back inside his lederhosen, she dipped her head to hide her tears. She used the petticoat portion of her costume to clean up until she was composed enough to look at him.

“Jerusha?” He lifted her head with a finger under her chin. “Can we go somewhere private?

She laughed, keeping things light. “Now you want privacy?”

Cody’s expression was serious, as serious as she’d seen him. “I do. Please.”

She nodded, twining her fingers in his and leading him upstairs to her room, ignoring the questioning look Colleen threw her way as they passed.

Once inside, she closed and locked the door. “Private enough?”

He nodded, but when she reached for him, assuming he wanted to make love, he stepped back. Her heart dropped to her toes. The last time he’d acted like this, he’d dumped her. “Cody?” She backed up to the bed and flopped down.

A tiny smile quirked his lips then and he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his costume. “Jerusha.”

He took a deep breath and knelt between her knees. His left hand reached out and brushed a bit of hair from her face, then his thumb rubbed her still swollen lips. The tenderness was her undoing and tears welled and slowly traveled down her cheeks. He leaned forward, kissing each one away and then pressing one hard kiss to her mouth.

Eyes looking down at her knees, he started to speak. “Jerusha, I spent this last month absolutely miserable. I thought I wanted space. I thought I wanted freedom, but I discovered that real freedom is willingly sharing a life with the person who loves you enough to let you go. You never tried to guilt me into staying, never tried to force me to be someone I’m not. You let me leave and the only words you said were ‘I love you’.” His gaze lifted then, all but boring through her with its intensity. “Do you still love me?”

“Oh, Cody. Of course I do.”

His right hand appeared then, fisted with the fingers facing up. “Then take this and let me love you for the rest of our lives.” He opened his hand to reveal a small diamond solitaire ring.

She looked at it, then at him. “Cody, you don’t have to marry me. I know you hate the thought of being tied down.”

“You’re not a ball and chain, Jerusha.” He lifted her left hand and slipped the ring on her finger. “You’re the one who gives me wings.”

Jerusha cupped his face, caressed his skin with her fingers. “Cody, I love you so much. If this is what you really want, then I’d love to be your wife.”

He stood and laid her back on the bed, then joined her there, spooning against her, one hand cupping her breast and one curling around her pubis, fingers rubbing against her and making her wet all over again. “I love you back. Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you how much.”



Finishing up a story is never easy, especially when you didn't have a hand in the beginning! I had only a few words to get the characters to have sex (thanks, Jenny! LOL) and then find resolution emotionally. It was fun. And I love a sappy happy ending. I hope you did, too! ~ Mysti Holiday

Lederhosen Is Sexy-- Part 3 by Jennifer Katherine Shepherd

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His body moved against hers. It had been so long since their bodies fit together…too long. Jerusha tried to hold onto her anger and pain over his leaving, but the heat building in her pushed it away. All that was left was molten lava. And, what better way to show him what he's been missing than to give him just a little taste of it.

The crowd pushed them even closer together, and Jerusha felt his cock straining against her. She cast a quick look around as the light dimmed. Nobody was watching. And the thought someone might excited her even more. She stroked his cheek and pressed tightly against him. When he groaned deep in his throat, a smile played across her lips and she continued stroking—down his neck, his chest, his waist. A sharp intake of breath was her reward when she slipped her hand between them, rubbing his erection through his pants.

"We can take this somewhere else," he suggested with ragged breath.

"Or we can stay right here," she countered, breathing into his ear.

He groaned again and pulled her closer to him.

"Turnabout is fair play," he whispered, as he danced her into an alcove and pushed her against the wall. With one finger, he traced the swell of her breasts where they spilled out of her costume. Pushing the material down, he released one tit and cradled it in his hand.

"I've missed this," he said. Bending his head, he drew her into his mouth.

God, so much for teasing him with what he's been missing. Did that plan ever backfire.

Jerusha wrenched herself out of his grasp and turned away from him, pulling up her bodice.

"This?" she asked, her voice thick with a combination of desire and tears. "Or me? Because, God help me, no matter how much I want you, Cody, I can't go through another month like the one I just went through."

Cody pulled her back into his arms and rested his chin on her head.

"I was a fool," he confessed. "It didn't take but a few days before I realized that everything I wanted, everything I needed was with you. WAS you."

He teased her nipples through the thin material of her bodice and nuzzled her neck.
The fire inside Jerusha blazed up and she turned in his embrace, lifting herself on tiptoes to kiss him. Their tongues met in an age-old dance as she pressed herself tightly against him. He lifted her, pressing her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Damn all these clothes," he mumbled against her hair.

"We could always go up to one of the bedrooms."

"Or we could do this," he said, moving her panties aside and, having somehow undone his pants, slipped inside her.

The music outside the alcove had changed to an erotically charged beat and Cody adjusted his rhythm to the song. Jerusha scraped her fingers down his back as he filled her.

Lederhosen Is Sexy - Part 2 by Kealie Shay

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Jerusha took a hesitant step into the room. The music thumped like a giant’s heartbeat and the sea of people in front of her writhed and twisted to the pounding rhythm. She had to smile. Leave it to Colleen to call this a “little gathering of friends.” Jerusha would bet that Colleen didn’t even know half these people.

She shook her head and her smile widened as she stepped further into the room, coming right to the edge of the mass of dancers. She turned to find her friend and came face to face with the one man she wasn’t sure she wanted to see tonight.

“Cody.” She murmured.

He tilted his golden head and slid his gaze down her body. The emerald color of his eyes darkened on the return trip to her face. She returned his perusal with every intention of ogling the body she’d missed so much. She stopped short when she got to his costume… then threw her hand up over her mouth to hold in the hysterical laughter trying desperately to slip out. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying over the pulsing backbeat of the music.

He leaned in to her and spoke directly into her ear. “Nice costume.” His breath puffed against her ear, sent a shiver shuddering down her spine, but didn’t stifle the laughter still fighting to get out.

“Funny, I was going to say that same thing.” She snickered, and gave up the fight. Leaning against his arm, Jerusha let loose the giggles she’d been bottling up and laughed until she had to hold her sides. She realized rather quickly that he wasn’t laughing with her. She gasped and stifled the giggles.

“Are you done?” he asked with a sardonic lift of his eyebrow.

Jerusha nodded and reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She bit her lip and endeavored to keep her gaze on his eyes. If she looked down at his costume again she’d not be able to stop the giggles this time.

“What made you decide on that one?” Her lips twitched as she asked the question, and the answering humor in his eyes didn’t help her at all. That was one thing they’d always had – they could laugh together until everything was okay.

He looked down at his brown and green lederhosen outfit… that perfectly matched her own costume, then back to her dress. “A little birdie delivered this costume and told me that it would be most prudent for me to wear this tonight.”

A little birdie her ruffled bottom! She swung around, glaring at the people surrounding them, looking for her traitorous friend in the crowd. Colleen caught her eye from across the room and gave her a thumbs up sign. Jerusha narrowed her eyes and promised retribution. Apparently Colleen got the message, but she wasn’t worried. She grinned and blew Jerusha a kiss and sauntered off into the crowd. “Traitor,” she muttered.

The light brush of Cody’s hand on her arm drew her back around to face him. He leaned into her space again, and spoke against her ear. “Don’t be mad at her, Jer. I really wanted to do this for you.”

Goosebumps broke out along her neck when his lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke. Another puff of his breath pebbled her nipples and tremors shook her as she leaned against him. She’d brought her hands up and grasped his biceps before she even realized she had the urge to touch him. Who was she kidding? She always had the urge to touch him.

Somehow, she found herself pressed up against his chest. He took a deep breath and his chest rubbed against her distended nipples, wringing a gasp from her lips. She tilted her head when he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled. She swayed against him and he murmured in her ear.

“Dance with me, Jer. I miss feeling you move against me.”

She realized the music had changed. No longer frenetic in it’s beat, instead it was slow and sultry, seductive and sexy. The man gently persuading her into the slow movements of mock lovemaking was everything the music promised. It certainly couldn’t hurt to dance with him. While she hadn’t truly had a plan when she came down those stairs, she knew she missed him. She wanted this dance.

With a sigh Jerusha let Cody pull her fully into his arms and further into the crush of people on the makeshift dance floor.



I really had a blast doing this one. I loved that I didn't know where the other aurhtors would take this one. It was great fun to find out. Enjoy! - Kealie

Lederhosen is Sexy - Part One by Megan Slayer

“Damn Halloween costume anyway.”

Jerusha adjusted the bodice of the Oktoberfest gown in a vain attempt to cover her modesty. Trust her best friend to surprise her with the “perfect” costume. How sad? Embarrassed by the amount of cleavage showing in the mirror. Oh sure, Cody would notice her in a dirndl; how could he not? She smoothed her hands over her hips, wishing the fullness of the skirt didn’t accentuate the hourglass of her figure.

Drunk people and skimpy costumes didn’t mix. Twining a braid around her finger, Jerusha sighed. She could hide...cop out and beg out of the party...face the music and hope her ex didn’t notice.

Or, she could shore her courage and dance her heart out. What if Cody made it to the Halloween bash? Let him look. He dumped her.

“Give him something to miss.” Colleen appeared over Jerusha’s shoulder. “I knew that costume was perfect for your body. Like a second skin with ruffles.”

A grin tugged the corner of Jerusha’s mouth and crimson infused her cheeks. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the dress did look good, like a custom job.

“I don’t have the standard hose and Mary Janes. Do you think the stilettos with the buckles would work?”

“Wicked girl. Those shoes will be perfect.” Colleen’s green eyes sparkled. “Cody won’t know what hit him. Speaking of hitting him, are you going to hit on him or just act coy?”

Ah the touchy subject finally reared its head. Tell the truth? She missed his hands on her body, the way he nipped her neck when they made love, and the rumble of his voice as he murmured in her ear. She just plain missed Cody Wesleyan. But he’d walked away. Claimed he wanted something more, something she couldn’t give him. Her heart ripped raw once again. “I thought I’d be coy and do as you said—give him something to miss.”

“Good.” Clutched in her delicate fingers, Colleen handed Jerusha the knee socks. “He didn’t deserve you, and he sure doesn’t deserve a second chance, but I think he’s genuinely sad about the split.”

About time. She’d cried her eyes out over the man. Music thumped from the speakers on the first floor, vibrating the floorboards under her feet. “Is he here?”

“He and Marty are buddies. I’d assume he’s down there.”

“You don’t know? You the queen of knowing everyone’s business, don’t know if Cody is downstairs? I should be shocked, but I’m not.”

Shrugging, Colleen turned away. “I asked Marty here. Thought maybe he’d finally come around about me.” She threw her hands in the air, a sigh of exasperation falling from her lips. “Yes, I’m trying to get you and Cody back together and if I happen to hook up with Marty, then even better. Okay?”

After slipping on her shoes, Jerusha crossed the room to her best friend and wrapped her arms around Colleen’s waist. Definitely time to give the man eye candy he couldn’t refuse. “Men. Can’t live with them and can’t shoot them. Shall we go downstairs and knock those boys’ socks off? I’m ready to party!”

End Part One

I loved writing this little bit and getting the ball rolling. I mean, how can Lederhosen NOT be sexy? And what if it wasn't exactly her idea for a great costume? Things just fell into place (pun intended).
~~Megan Slayer