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Sizzling Hot Erotica 12
(Darren G. Burton)

They chose to eat at an al fresco cafe that was right next door to a souvenir shop. Emily opted for something light, choosing a ham and cheese croissant, washed down with orange juice and a cappuccino. Angela chose a grilled focaccia of sliced turkey breast and sundried tomatoes. Her drinks of choice were a glass of plain water and a skinny latte.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Emily asker her friend as she prepared to eat her croissant.

Angela shrugged. "Not sure."

"Want to check out the bar for a few drinks?"

She shrugged again. "Maybe? I don't feel like having a big one. That fourteen hour flight has made me feel a bit lagged."

Emily nodded, knowing how she felt. "We'll see how we go later."

After they'd finished their lunch and were sitting back sipping their coffees, Emily spied two cute guys entering the cafe. Both men were dark-haired and tall. They had fit looking physiques, exhibited nicely in the singlet tops and shorts they were wearing. Emily kept checking them out as they placed their order at the counter.

"A couple of cuties over there," she alerted her friend.

Angela swiveled her head to take a look. She turned back to Emily and said, "Nice butts."

"Mmm," Emily agreed, still looking.

Angela started to laugh and handed Emily a napkin. Emily looked at her, confused by the gesture.

"Have I got food on my face?" she asked.

Angela laughed again. "No. It's to wipe the drool from your mouth. Your tongue will be on the floor soon if you keep perving on those guys."

Now Emily laughed and dropped the napkin on the tabletop. She sipped her cappuccino and immediately licked her top lip to make sure she didn't have a froth mustache.

"You look like you haven't gotten any for months," Angela noted.

"It's been a few weeks," Emily said, glancing at the men again as they chose a table across from them.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get lucky on this island."

"Hopefully sooner rather than later."

"Whore."

Emily picked up the napkin, scrunched it up and tossed it at her friend. "I'm not a whore," she said defensively. "I'm just a girl with needs."

Angela said, "You and me both."

"What? A whore? Or have needs?"

She laughed again. "The second part."

"Good. At least we're on the same page."