When two best buds seek revenge on an old high school rival, wet and wild hardly describes the wicked day Patricia, Davida and Lisa have at a water park.
Born on the same day and in the same maternity ward, Patricia and Davida have been friends since the cradle. Theirs is a rock-solid friendship up until high school, when one pretty, hot and tempting Lisa “Diva” cheerleader gets between them with her relentless flirting and vicious lies. Their bond at the umbilical cord is severed, but not for long.
Ten years later, Patricia and Davida meet Lisa again. This time, revenge and salacious sex of the wet and wild kind might just put their past to rest.
. . . I was tempted to reach Davida and call off the prank, but I got so involved watching Lisa soap up, the moment passed. When she washed my back, I nearly drowned in desire. I prayed she couldn’t detect how her actions had turned me on. Sharing a narrow stream of water that had to be restarted every couple of seconds meant standing real close. The delicious sensations racing through my body . . . reduced me to a trembling wreck.
At first, I didn’t notice we had company. When I moved my face out from under the water and turned, Davida was there, buck-naked. She had Lisa in a hold, stealing her breath away in a fierce, almost mean-spirited kiss that left Lisa visibly shaken, but obviously aroused. Her nipples and goose flesh were a dead giveaway.
…courtesy of a New ‘Nude’ Neighbor.
With a looming deadline to complete her doctoral thesis too close for comfort, the last thing Dane needs is one more distraction. When a sexy woman rings her bell and claims to be her new neighbor, all thoughts of cerebral pursuits fly right out of Dane’s head and settle directly in her crotch.
As luck would have it, rejuvenated creativity and the erotic theme of a classic text started my juices flowing, especially after reading a saucy scene about kissing, perfume, and breasts, and yes, I could really get into that. All at once, my head cleared. Everything made perfect sense. I had begun to expand upon ideas and tie up loose ends–my fingers flying over the keyboard–when the doorbell rang.
I stood up abruptly and this time the chair shot across the floor. Luckily, the wheels caught in the shag pile throw rug before the seat reached the wall, or worse, knocked over my extensive DVD collection.
In rapid succession, the doorbell sounded twice more. Our fearless Maltese-Yorkies, Romeo and Juliette, barked their furry white heads off and got underfoot, adding to my frustration. In a huff, I inadvertently stepped on Juliette’s tail.
“Sorry, Jules,” I muttered and yanked the door open, still cursing, prepared to send the intruder away, but I caught my breath in midair instead. I choked and sputtered as if I’d inhaled a bumblebee.
“Howdy there, neighbor.” She offered a delicate, well-manicured hand.
“I’m Lexi.” Her painted fingernails matched the pink shade of her lipstick both complimenting her ivory complexion and the long blonde hair that cascaded past her waist and brushed her backside. I opened the door wider, gently shooed the dogs back, and stepped out onto the porch. The sun, well into its descent towards the horizon, provided the perfect backdrop for her exquisite beauty.
“Dane,” I managed. The scripted pink letters across the front of her sheer, white belly shirt drew my gaze to her cleavage. I hoped my lips hadn’t formed the word wow, gazing at a deep vee neckline showing enough of her voluptuous breasts to whet my appetite. It was difficult, but I made a conscious effort to put my tongue back inside my mouth.