Jen's Cove - Nixie Fairfax - ebook
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Reserved professional Polly has never been with a woman before but has long harbored secret fantasies about her adventuresome and openly lesbian college roommate Jen. When Jen reappears in Polly’s life with a sailboat, a sexy first-mate named Gladys, and a desire to rescue Polly from her humdrum life, the stage is set for a steamy voyage that sees Polly’s fantasies fulfilled and climaxes with a lusty threesome on a secluded beach.

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Jen’s Cove

By Nixie Fairfax

Copyright 2018 by Nixie Fairfax

All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adults only. All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

She was waiting for me on the footbridge over the river, her back against the parapet, her arms folded across her chest, her face wearing that puckish smile I still remembered so well even after all these years. On her head a black pirate hat with a skull-and-crossbones was tilted at a rakish angle, the skull’s grin seeming to echo Jen’s as she watched me stop dead in my tracks, my mouth agape, my fingers nearly going slack enough to drop the bulging folder full of documents relating to the Palmer contract.

Blink. Blink. Blink. My eyelids shuttered rapidly over my shock-frozen eyes. Even after multiple blinks, Jen was still there, her grin bigger than ever.

Not a hallucination, then, especially since other pedestrians on the bridge were staring at her, too. She was well worth a stare. And not just because of the pirate hat. She was tall—over six feet—and leanly muscled like a panther, her crop top and green-and-black toreador jacket showing off those tight, hard abs that the passing years hadn’t softened a bit. Her long, coltish legs were sheathed in tight black leather pants, and a pair of knee-high black boots added to her piratical vibe. Her long auburn hair was swept back in a ponytail that shone in the low morning sun.

“Just the gal I was looking for,” Jen said. She pushed herself away from the parapet and beckoned to me. “Getcher gawkin bottom over here, Polly.”

Though I was running seriously late for the meeting on the Palmer contract, I couldn’t help but comply. I hurried over to her, my high heels clopping on the stone bridge.