| Author: | Jolene Kendry | ISBN: | 9781465988607 |
| Publisher: | Exotic Erotic Publications | Publication: | February 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jolene Kendry |
| ISBN: | 9781465988607 |
| Publisher: | Exotic Erotic Publications |
| Publication: | February 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Explicit title containing graphic lesbian sex, oral sex, and all-girl group sex situations.
Susan is new in town and eager to make new friends, so when Angelique invites her over for a wedding shower she eagerly accepts even though she doesn't know the bride-to-be. But when the bride doesn't show and the other girls get bored, will Susan be able to handle the other ways they enjoy each other's company?
The lights went down and the screen lit up. Angelique came to sit beside her. She was so close that her thigh touched Susan’s folded legs. Susan thought for a moment about pulling her legs closer in but the warmth of Angelique’s thigh was nice. Her hostess kept her eyes on the screen.
The title flashed on the screen before them accompanied by the opening chords of the soundtrack. Susan’s eyes went wide. On the title screen was a shot of two women kissing, their bare breasts pressed against each other. She hadn’t seen much pornography in her lifetime and what she had seen had obviously been made for men, but she knew a sex video when she saw one. Her face burned. She couldn’t quite look at Angelique, who sat watching as though a regular movie-night film played on the screen. Suddenly the feel of Angelique’s thigh against her own folded legs took on new meaning.
The film opened on two women in bikinis lying on towels beside a sparkling pool. They began to chat about their tans, their boyfriends, whether the neighbors could see over the hedges into their yard. Susan felt like a Jurassic mosquito caught in a drop of amber. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. On screen, the girls approached each other. One of them touched the other’s breast and made a sound as though she’d just taken a bite of her favorite food.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Angelique said, startling Susan so badly she jumped as though she’d been poked with a cattle prod. “I get so tired of men. I like to watch girls enjoy each other. It adds spice to the day, makes me feel sensuous, ready for when my husband comes home at night.” She leaned over and rubbed Susan’s upper arm with her palm. “You don’t mind, right?”
Explicit title containing graphic lesbian sex, oral sex, and all-girl group sex situations.
Susan is new in town and eager to make new friends, so when Angelique invites her over for a wedding shower she eagerly accepts even though she doesn't know the bride-to-be. But when the bride doesn't show and the other girls get bored, will Susan be able to handle the other ways they enjoy each other's company?
The lights went down and the screen lit up. Angelique came to sit beside her. She was so close that her thigh touched Susan’s folded legs. Susan thought for a moment about pulling her legs closer in but the warmth of Angelique’s thigh was nice. Her hostess kept her eyes on the screen.
The title flashed on the screen before them accompanied by the opening chords of the soundtrack. Susan’s eyes went wide. On the title screen was a shot of two women kissing, their bare breasts pressed against each other. She hadn’t seen much pornography in her lifetime and what she had seen had obviously been made for men, but she knew a sex video when she saw one. Her face burned. She couldn’t quite look at Angelique, who sat watching as though a regular movie-night film played on the screen. Suddenly the feel of Angelique’s thigh against her own folded legs took on new meaning.
The film opened on two women in bikinis lying on towels beside a sparkling pool. They began to chat about their tans, their boyfriends, whether the neighbors could see over the hedges into their yard. Susan felt like a Jurassic mosquito caught in a drop of amber. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. On screen, the girls approached each other. One of them touched the other’s breast and made a sound as though she’d just taken a bite of her favorite food.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Angelique said, startling Susan so badly she jumped as though she’d been poked with a cattle prod. “I get so tired of men. I like to watch girls enjoy each other. It adds spice to the day, makes me feel sensuous, ready for when my husband comes home at night.” She leaned over and rubbed Susan’s upper arm with her palm. “You don’t mind, right?”
