SECRETS TO SHARE
Summer Cottage Secret Story
SECRETS TO SHARE
Published by Cammie
Secrets to Share,
© 2017 by Cammie Cummins
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ebook contains steamy explicit descriptions of sexual activities
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depictions of sex acts between consenting adults, specifically hot
lesbian sex or erotica.
SECRETS TO SHARE
Part of the
Summer Cottage Secret Series
morning, Mallory Cooper woke up breathless and flush from a sex
glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. Red glowing numbers told
her it was ten-thirty-five. The sunlight streaming through her
bedroom window told her it was morning. The window was open and room
was filled with a warm yellow glow. A salty sea breeze stirred the
curtains and swept through the room.
took a moment for her to remember where she was.
cottage her mom and Mrs. Swanson had rented for them for the summer.
With them was Mallory’s best friends Sue Swanson and Whitney
Townson. The three month vacation was to be a present to the girls,
their last summer together before going off to college.
a week, you’d think she’d been used to waking up there. She
blamed her being a bit off balance on her sex dream. It had been
a quilted blanket draped over her, Mallory’s naked body was coated
with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her skin was flushed. She stared
up at the ceiling with a smile on her face, lounging in the afterglow
of her sensual dream. As she did, she gripped one of her fleshy big
boobs and ran her other hand down between her sticky legs.
was a wet spot on the bed. “Jesus, I must have made myself come.”
her bedroom door burst open. “You up yet, girl?”
Townsend stood in the open doorway looking like a dark-skinned,
plus-size runway model. She wore a white, palm-print, sheer tankini
and navy blue, mid-rise bikini swim shorts. Her ink black hair was
pulled back in a tight, small ponytail at the back of her head.
cocked her hip and planted her fist on it. With her other arm across
her body, she clasped her wrist. “Well, damn, girl.”
you knock?” Mallory asked with no malice in her voice.
quilt draped over her body had slipped down to her hips. That left
her full, creamy white boobs hanging out, completely exposed.
wasn’t like the two girls weren’t comfortable seeing each other
naked. They’ve been best friends since the first grade. Over
hundreds of sleepovers, and years of JV and varsity soccer, they’d
taken plenty of group showers, had dressed and undressed in front of
each other more times than either of them could count, nor even
somehow, this felt different. Intimate. Erotic.
so when Whitney’s full mouth spread into a wide smile. She pushed
the bedroom door closed behind her. It closed but didn’t latch. She
came over to the bed and sat down.
pushed herself up into a sitting position and rubbed sleep from her
eyes. “Morning, I guess.”
We all thought you were gonna sleep the whole damn day away.”
be so dramatic,” Mallory said. “It’s only ten-thirty.
Considering what time I got in last night, that’s pretty good.”
maybe usually, but I’ve got a secret,” Whitney said, “and I’m
dying to share.”
secret, huh? What?”
like that?” Whitney teased. “No foreplay.”
the one dying to tell me.” Mallory knew her friend too well. She
shrugged her freckled-covered shoulders like she didn’t care. “I
smiled wide and leaned in closer. “You’re full of shit.”
girl was freshly showered. Mallory could smell the scent of her
apricot shampoo and the fresh mint of her toothpaste on her breath.
Her friend lowered her voice, conspiratorially. “It’s about your
pinched a strain of Mallory’s sweat-damp red hair between her
fingers and twisted it. “She got laid the other night.”
wiped grainy sleep from her eyes. “What? With who?”
Kelly girl,” Whitney said. “The one we met. She’s renting that
blue cottage a couple of houses down the beach. The pretty brunette.
Gotta say,” Whitney added, with a mischievous and approving grin,
“your mom’s got some might fine taste. That chick’s hot.”
Stop. My Mom!” Mallory shook her head. “With a…girl? No way.
You’re making that up.”
my heart, hope to die.” Whitney crossed her heart and shrugged.
“She told me all about it.”
did? My mom?”
silly. The girl, Kelly. I ran into her at that dive bar you left me
and Sue at when you went off with that guy. How’d that work out, by
didn’t,” she said, disappointed. She’d really wanted something
to, which probably explained last might’s sex dream.
Whitney said, getting back on topic. “That girl can’t hold her
liquor. Once she got all shitfaced, she couldn’t shut up about how
she met your mom at the bonfire the night we arrived. That your mom
invited her back here, and seduced her.”
closed her eyes and shook her head. “Wait. My mom seduced her?”
what Kelly said. And that you’re mom had been with women before.”
way,” Mallory insisted.