Swallowing My Pride

Marina Angel walks the path to the beach, heat pressing through the air. A girl waits ahead, fresh-faced, straight from Kentucky farmland. Sammie Daniels has moved into the empty house and now stands where only silence used to live. She admits she has no one to talk to, so Marina offers to stay a while. Sammie lights up at the thought of a friend. Scissoring is just a word to her. She thinks of paper and scissors. Marina laughs softly, offers to show her otherwise—on the condition they get naked first. Sammie peels her clothes off without hesitation. Bare skin meets warm air. Soon their bodies find rhythm, legs tangled and sliding until wetness coats the join. Sammie’s thighs lock, press, drive. Marina bites back a cry when the first sharp orgasm slices through her belly. She had expected naiveté; instead, Sammie reads her every twitch and keeps her coming until she shakes and swears. Spent, she watches Sammie grind down hard for her own release—smooth, freshly-shaven lips parting, swelling, pulsing once more before she collapses beside her. Marina dresses fast, sand still clinging to her calves. Sammie begs her to stay for another “pay-per-view.” The offer hangs in the heat. Marina walks on, tide pulling louder with each step.