A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Rachel went on.

“I seem to have this talent for both attracting and choosing men who are either assholes in the personality department and lousy in bed, or pretty okay in the personality department but still totally lousy in bed.”

She recounted her morning’s sex—if it could even be called that—with Matthew to Amy.

“He didn’t even ask if I’d had an orgasm!” she added when she was finished—sparing Amy most of the icky heteros-having-sex details, a skill she’d come to master since she and Amy became friends freshman year at UCLA.

A thought occurred to Rachel.

“Wait…is it really like in Sally’s books?” she asked.

Rachel knew she was probably a statistical anomaly: a straight woman who was a huge fan of the books of one of the top lesfic authors on the planet. It had come about back when Amy started dating said lesfic author, Sally Lassiter, who was the writer of a series of wildly popular lesbian romances written under her pen name Jillian Ashley. Out of curiosity, Rachel had started reading Sally’s Jillian Ashley books and had been blown away!

Okay, fine, the writing was superb and the storytelling fantastic…

And, sure, the character development was on point and the plotlines interesting and solid…

But the sex scenes!

Rachel had never imagined prior to discovering Sally’s books that she could enjoy reading explicit descriptions of women having sex with women, but holy fuck! Not only had she enjoyed them but it was as if they had shown her the possibilities of what sex could be. Well, what sex with a woman could be. All she had to do now was find a man who could take care of her sexually the way the women in Sally’s books took care of each other sexually.

Totally. Completely. And often. Very, very often!

“Is what really like it is in Sally’s books?” Amy asked.

“Well, I notice in, like, all of Sally’s books, the women never ask their partners if they had an orgasm.”

Amy laughed.

“Because we usually don’t have to!” she replied.

“That’s what I’m asking!” Rachel pressed. “Is that true? I mean…” she felt herself blushing at this line of inquiry but she really, really wanted to know. “Lesbians can actually see a woman coming, right? And feel it, right? I mean, you can always tell when it happens, right?”

And now Amy was blushing, which Rachel thought was super cute.

“Rach, we never talk about these kinds of details!” Amy exclaimed, laughing.

“Well, I want to talk about them now because I’m curious!” Rachel insisted. She wanted to know if all of those explicitly descriptive passages she’d read in Sally’s books—especially in Chapter 25 of the first book, The Fordham Road Fling—about women’s centers visibly convulsing when they came and their inner walls clutching and squeezing inserted fingers were true.

She knew that when she gave herself orgasms she certainly felt her sex contracting rapidly, though she’d never seen it. And when she has her fingers or a toy inserted, she certainly feels her walls gripping those things, the severity of the gripping depending on the severity of the orgasm. But would a guy feel that with his equipment? And if a guy was eating her out, would he actually see her center convulsing? Was it really that noticeable during climax?

And if the answer was yes to both feeling and seeing a woman coming, why have none of her lovers ever bothered to make sure she actually came?

“Fine,” Amy said. “Yes, it’s that obvious, just like in the books. About the only time it’s hard for a lesbian to really know for sure if her partner had an orgasm is when…” Amy rolled her eyes and her blush deepened. “…is when she’s fucking her with a strap-on,” she finished. “That’s just a piece of rubber or whatever with no sense of feeling, right? And so it’s not like you’re going to…you know…feel…you know…”

“The clutching?” Rachel offered.

Amy rolled her eyes again.

“Yes, the clutching,” she confirmed. “But, usually you don’t need to feel that anyway in that circumstance because it’s been my experience that women are pretty good at letting you know they’re having an orgasm. Besides, a woman who doesn’t let you know if she’s been satisfied is only cheating herself.”

Rachel was fascinated by everything her bestie was telling her but it was also frustrating her even more. So, to recap: just like in Sally’s Jillian Ashley books, a woman’s orgasm can be seen by her lover and it can be felt by her lover! And yet in over a dozen years of being sexually active, not one of her male lovers had ever bothered to make sure he saw or felt her having an orgasm during sex!

She shook her head.

“Anyway,” she began, “like I said, I’m taking a break from men. I figure if I take some time off, maybe my selection system will reset in some way and I’ll be able to actually detect the men who are great in bed.”

Amy laughed.