A Short Story by Marlene Sexton
Copyright Marlene Sexton 2011
Published by Marlene Sexton at Smashwords
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Jill lay in bed nude, on top of a towel she had put down to protect her pink satin comforter. Sunlight streamed through her window warming and lighting her room. It was a cold Sunday in early April. As usual, Jill took a jog through Golden Gate Park in the brisk air, then returned home and took a warm shower. After that, she went downstairs to grab an Examiner and a caramel macchiato from the coffeehouse on the ground floor of her building and enjoyed both sitting in her favorite chair.
She made a point to just hang out and relax on Sundays and that usually included some self-love in the afternoon. She loved to lay around nude or in something pretty and comfortable, read something sexy on her Kindle and play with herself. Later, she'd usually meet some friends for tapas or just cook herself something fattening and watch TV. Jill loved her Sundays.
She looked at her phone. It was almost 4:30. She was sleepy and her bed was so comfortable. She didn't want to get up. Today was a good day. She had reread her favorite story, a short story about a woman who has a love affair with a young girl the summer before the girl heads off to college. It was so romantic, but more importantly, the sex scenes were hot.
Several toys lay next to Jill on the towel soaked with her juices and lube. She had come so hard after finishing the story, dreaming of the young girl who lived downstairs with her parents while she played with her toys. The girl had turned eighteen in March and was fair game for Jill's fantasy life now. Not that she didn't fantasize about her before that, but she never felt quite right about it. The girl’s name was Bunny. Jill thought it was a joke at first but apparently, it was a family name. Jill couldn't help but think the girl was destined to be a stripper with a name like that.