by Cammie Cummins
© 2017 by Cammie Cummins
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Copyright © 2017 by Cammie Cummins
This book is a
work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are
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Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events
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ebook contains steamy explicit descriptions of sexual activities
including female on female, oral, and lesbian sex. It is intended for
mature readers who are 18 or older and not offended by graphic
depictions of sex acts between consenting adults, specifically hot
lesbian sex or erotica or the use of sex toys.
It happened the
morning after I received the final divorce papers in the mail. For
the first time in twenty-one years I was finally rid of Ted, my
no-good husband and no-good father to our daughter Shay. Not only was
he out of our lives for good, with the divorce final he took a job on
the other side of the country. With him went his secretary/bimbo
mistress and her daughter, who rumor had it he was sleeping with,
“Day one of the
rest of your life, Allison Greenwald.” I reminded myself as I came
down to the kitchen to get my morning coffee still half asleep. My
slippers whispered across the tile floor as I re-cinched the robe of
my red, kimono-style bathrobe. I ran a hand through my shoulder
length brown hair with highlights, shaking out the bedhead knots, and
I flicked the lights
on. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the kitchen.
Thank God for brew
I poured a cup of
black coffee and brought it over the center island. After a sip, I
swirled the hem of my bathrobe over my bare legs and sat on a stool,
finding Shay’s laptop open on the counter.
Shay was home from
college for the summer. At nineteen she came and went pretty much on
“Wonder why she
left this down here,” I mused with my cup in hand.
strange,” I said noticing a large icon filled the screen. It looked
like one of those movie clapperboards. The one’s they snap when the
director yells, “Action!”
I tapped the enter
button and the icon disappeared.
I frowned. “Oh,
shit. What did I do?”
The screen filled
with a video image of Shay’s bedroom.
There was Shay’s
I recognized her
purple satin sheets and white quilted bedspread. Next to the bed was
her nightstand with her clock and her lamp on it. Mr. Fuzzy, her
little stuffed elephant sat propped up against the lamp.
From the speakers I
heard movement, rustling sounds.
A second ticked by
then Shay flopped down on the bed, naked except for a pair of thong
undies. Her short brown hair was tied back in a small ponytail. The
curved line of several small star tattoos that followed the swell of
her outer breast was clearly visible.
That was something I
hadn’t seen since she’d gotten inked over my objections two years
Shay scooted herself
to one side of the bed, a smile on her face.
A few seconds ticked
by then another person walked into the frame.
It was Daisy, Shay’s
best friend since they were little kids. She lived right across the
Daisy flopped down
on the bed next to Shay, topless, like my daughter, wearing only a
pair of skintight, white denim shorts. They giggled and rolled into
each other’s arms and started making out.
I felt my mouth drop
open. Oh. My. God!
Daisy had this
really short, shaggy, pixy haircut. Her beautiful black hair was cut
in a way so her short locks flipped in a hundred different directions
all at one. A pretty girl, whose narrow nose was maybe a touch too
long for her face. She had wide eyes that were set a little off
kilter. Her mouth was pinched, with lips that were a bit too full.
But when she smiled, which was often, she possessed the most
gorgeous, deep, half-moon dimples I’d ever seen.
I watched as Daisy
moved her mouth from Shay’s lips down over her full, naked breasts,
kissing, making loud wet smacking noises. She kissed and licked
Shay’s nipples while Shay wriggled, fisting the blankets under her
in the throes of passion.
Not taking my eyes
off the screen, I went to set my cup down on the counter and almost
missed, spilling coffee across the countertop and down the sides
before I caught the cup and slid it across the quartz countertop away
from the edge.
“I can’t believe
they made a sex tape.” My hand clasped over my open mouth.