Page 2 of Surfer Girl

Sophie’s heart danced a little flutter to think she might never look out her window and see clear water caressing the curves and ridges of the redhead’s supple body again.

“Honestly,” she said, trying not to sound so desperate. “It’s no big deal. If my mom and stepdad were here with me this summer? Sure, maybe. Roy is pretty anal about things like that. Most things, actually. Like grades and GPA and grad school and weight and gym memberships, but…I digress.” Sophie shook her head at her sudden trauma dump and struggled to get back on track, offering a goofy grin. “But it’s just me for the rest of the summer and, honestly? I could care less.”

She grinned anew.

That’s the understatement of the century!

Surfer Girl still looked uncertain, long fingers wriggling at her side as if she might reach for her board and dash back out into the waves for a quick getaway.

“I’m Sophie, by the way,” she said, suddenly remembering her manners and extending a reassuring hand.

The redhead smiled, grabbing it strongly and pumping it twice before letting go. Somehow, Sophie knew immediately she’d never forget that first electric touch, soft, pale skin against her own flushing hands. “Jessie.”

Sophie had always liked girls with boys’ names, especially surfer girls with boys’ names. Especially surfer girls with boys’ names whose bodies looked like Jessie’s. She nodded, pushing the can of Joltz just a little closer. It slid along the weathered railing, leaving a soft, damp trail of condensation in its wake.

“Here, go on, take it.”

Jessie looked at it, eyes hungry as she licked her lips. “Are you sure? I mean, when I saw you bolting out here just now, I thought it was to kick me out, not give me breakfast.”

Sophie waved the thought away. “Don’t all homeowners offer you breakfast when you trespass on their property?” For once, Jessie skipped the blushing and went straight to giggling. Sophie thought it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

Chapter Two

JESSIE

Jessie Baltimore wanted desperately to reach for the tall, frosty can of her favorite iced espresso energy drink. But she was afraid Sophie might see her trembling hand. Instead, she let her fingers creep along the weathered railing until they reached the can, and she could pick it up, tremble free.

She cracked it open, smelling the familiar rush of straight, double-barreled coffee, and took two giant gulps greedily, mainlining the much-needed caffeine straight into her veins. Wiping her mouth with the back of her free hand like a frat boy smoothing away beer foam, she saw Sophie lick her lips eagerly, even hungrily.

“I feel bad,” she said, holding out the can. “You’re not having any?”

Sophie smirked before admitting sheepishly, “There was only the one can.”

Jessie snorted and handed it over. “I only wanted a little anyway.”

Sophie took it, but insisted, “We’ll share, okay?” Jessie thought that would be just fine. As Sophie took a long, languid sip, Jessie tried not to ogle her. But the effort proved futile. She was too ripe and voluptuous not to gawk over.

She has to know that, right?Jessie let her eyes wander despite her best intentions.

Curly black hair framed a warm, tender face dominated by rich brown eyes and full damp lips. Sophie had tried to cover her voluptuous curves with a silky black and red kimono, but in her haste to confront Jessie, the loosely tied sash around her waist had given way, revealing the swell of full, round breasts pressing against clingy gray cotton, a soft, smooth belly, and the press of a generous mound against turquoise panties that left little to the imagination. Her long legs were shapely, drifting down to bare feet topped with pink frosted toenails, badly in need of a touchup.

Jessie couldn’t remember the last time she’d become so thoroughly smitten so fast. She felt awkward and pervy, unable to keep her eyes from drinking in every inch of Sophie’s glowing olive complexion and savoring every ripe swollen curve of her tempting body. Perhaps because it had been so long since she’d been smitten by anyone, Jessie was in a particularly vulnerable state right now.

Then again, even if she’d been getting sex on the regular, she would still have been susceptible to Sophie’s immeasurable charms.

The kids at work, most of them a good five or six years younger than her, called this state of instant, irrational horniness being “thirsty.” Jessie had always wondered why, until getting a glimpse of Sophie, ripe and savory in the dawn’s early night. Suddenly, Jessie had never been so thirsty for anything, or anyone, in her entire life.

“Here,” Sophie said, startling Jessie out of her reverie.

“T-t-thanks,” she stammered, sounding—and feeling—ridiculous.

How long have I been ogling her?

“It’s good, right?” Sophie asked, either not minding the ogling or, perhaps, not noticing.

Jessie nodded, waiting until she’d swallowed and handed the can back to reply. “I usually bring something of my own to drink, but the neighbors were fighting so loudly this morning I raced out without planning ahead.”

A wave of concern crossed Sophie’s beautiful face, immediate and sincere. Jessie liked that about her. A lot. It was as touching as it was sexy. “Everything…okay?”

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