The Heat of Day
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It was an exclusive camp for well-bred young ladies… girls on the threshold of womanhood... long-legged and sweetly-sensitive, eager for an end of innocence, restless with the nagging needs of unfulfilled appetites… anxious to explore the secret avenues of pleasure spoken of in hushed whispers… willing to follow the paths that led to forbidden ecstasies… the only kind of ecstasy available to them in this world without men.
From the book:
"You want me," Hallie murmured softly, her pretty face intent. "Why don't you admit it?"
Sondra felt Hallie's knee rubbing along her bare thigh. The gentle rhythm had begun to hypnotize her and her ears picked up the distant droning of a bee. She felt herself go limp as Hallie drew her close. "All right," she whispered drowsily, floating in the sweet tranquility of the mood. "I admit it."
As Hallie's hand moved, Sondra felt the stirring of excitement within her. It was as if it was the first time someone was touching her. She could feel her body begin to warm. She suddenly felt a need for further contact, for more intimate nearness.
"Do you want me to stop?"
It was a whisper. Sondra trembled and shook her head in mute reply and the arms guided her backwards to the fragrant grass. She felt the hands tugging at her brief shorts and it startled her that she welcomed the exposure. She wanted Hallie to see her, to know her, to discover her. She lay still, fearing that if she moved, everything would dissolve or change.
"You're so pretty," Hallie breathed, touching her gently.
Sondra felt the warm sun on her nakedness and moaned, lifting her arms in uncontrollable and nameless seeking. "Oh, please, Hallie… teach me… show me…"
