Pagan Summer by Dallas Mayo

Her body was ripe for love — Any kind that came along

'Muriel knew it was only a matter of time before she'd be able to show Erin a different kind of love..a different source of forbidden passion.'
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JUST THE TWO OF THEM
The beach was hot. Hot and deserted. Muriel sighed and looked down at the smooth-skinned girl lying on the beach mat. There as still need for caution. Someone could appear on the beach at any moment and discover them. For the first time she felt uncertain. Even so, her body ached to come into contact with that soft, feminine flesh.
“Muriel?” The cry was plaintive.
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you going to give me a massage?”
For a long, thrilling moment, Muriel gazed down at the young girl. The silky-tanned skin. The rounded thighs that offered such warm invitation.
The young girl opened her eyes. “Muriel?”
“Hmm?”
“Please. Aren’t you going to…”
Silence. It was dangerous to feel this passionate. Muriel tried to fight her growing desire. Even the tips of her fingers tingled with excitement. “All right, baby, but not a massage. I know what you really want…”