A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Are you okay?” Morgan asked. “You sound like you were hurrying or something…”

“I was rushing to answer the phone before you hung up.”

Morgan laughed.

“I’m so not worth rushing to talk to!”

Yeah, you are…

“Anyway,” Morgan continued, “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, not at all,” Chloë replied, opting not to inform Morgan that she was naked, dripping wet and sitting on her staircase. “I’m glad you called.”

“Well, I didn’t want to text you earlier because I didn’t know what your boss’s policy is about her employees checking messages when they’re supposed to be working.”

So, that was why Chloë hadn’t heard from her! She felt a surge of relief, happy that Morgan was just being a considerate person rather than having lost interest in her. However, to make sure that Morgan would definitely consider texting her while she was at work in the future, Chloë told her caller that Vanessa had no problem with her staff checking their phones from time to time as long as the work got done.

“Good to know,” Morgan said. “So, listen…what are your plans for today?”

“I have a test tomorrow that I need to study for, but that shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.”

“Well…would you be interested in studying here?” Morgan asked and then told Chloë that she also had some studying to do for her doctoral courses.

“I know that sounds like the lamest date ever but I can make pancakes again?”

She said date!

“Dude, definitely,” Chloë replied. “As long as you promise not to distract me,” she added.

“Uh, hello? I am a teacher! I will make sure you study, Miss Marchand! I might even make you write a five-hundred-word synopsis of whatever it is you’re studying.”

“What?” Chloë squawked. “Those pancakes had better be, like, awesome, dude!”

Chapter 20

“Oh, my fuck, Chloë!”

Morgan came undone with a scream, her pussy spasming against Chloë’s mouth, her feet propped up on the coffee table as Chloë, on the floor in front of the sofa encouraged Morgan’s sex to give up more, making the orgasm hit Morgan with ever stronger pulses of pleasure until Morgan finally lolled her head against the back of the sofa, completel

y spent.

It was almost embarrassing how loud she was with Chloë, Morgan considered as her thighs continued quivering from her release. When she had come with men, she had been much more muted, giving closed-mouth grunts of pleasure usually, very rarely ever vocalizing her pleasure with words. But with Chloë…

It was crazy. Her and Chloë’s sexual history was less than twenty-four hours old, technically, and yet when Chloë made her come Morgan could not help crying out, swearing like a sailor and calling Chloë’s name or making sounds that were unfamiliar to her own ears because the orgasms were just that much better.

Morgan felt Chloë use the flat of her tongue to finish licking up all the arousal Morgan’s body had produced and then Chloë hopped up and straddled Morgan, sitting in her lap. Chloe leaned forward and kissed Morgan deeply, Morgan tasting herself on Chloë’s lips, feeling Chloë’s breasts mashed against her own, a sensation she absolutely loved, especially when Chloë’s nipples were as hard as they were now.

Groaning, Morgan cupped Chloë’s ass and kneaded her fingers into the soft flesh as if telling Chloë that her ass was now Morgan’s property. Then, Morgan brought her right hand around to Chloë’s front and slid it between them until she felt Chloë’s wet center and was able to curl three of her fingers up inside the younger woman.

Moaning into Morgan’s mouth while they kissed, Chloë began rocking her hips, riding Morgan’s hand. The angle was awkward and Morgan knew she would have to take some ibuprofen later because her wrist would undoubtedly be sore by tomorrow morning, but she didn’t care. Chloë could ride her hand until sunup, until her wrist required surgery to be repaired. It would be worth it.

Back when Chloë had first arrived at Morgan’s there had indeed been studying done. There had even been pancakes. Eventually, however, Morgan finished her work and she had then spent a few minutes surreptitiously watching Chloë who was lounging in the reclining easy chair across the living room, laptop on her lap, headphones on, a notebook kept handy on the side table that she every now and then wrote things down in.

Chloë had this cute habit of sticking just the tip of her tongue out between her lips as she concentrated on taking notes and then reading them, evidently memorizing them.

Watching her, Morgan had been a little overcome with just how beautiful the woman was.

And I get to kiss her! she had thought, reveling both in the novelty of that notion and the way it made her feel warm inside. In fact, it had been so tempting to walk over, take the laptop away from Chloë and start kissing her then and there. But she had scolded herself. She was an educator, damn it, and Chloë was studying!