Blushing, Ainsley said, “Of course!” And she stood aside to let Rachel enter.
“Oh, hello!” Rachel said upon seeing Casey. Ainsley wished she had moved to Carlsbad a month ago.
Casey was now standing with her arms crossed, glaring first at Rachel and then at Ainsley.
Rolling her eyes, Ainsley said to Rachel, “This is Casey.” Then, with as much venom as she could muster, added, “My ex.”
“Oh,” Rachel said.
And then…something incredible happened.
Rachel moved closer to Ainsley and slid her arm around her waist! Ainsley’s heart thudded. A second later, her clit began swelling as Rachel, quite obviously, began playing her fingers along Ainsley’s hip, lightly stroking it. Ainsley could feel each of Rachel’s light touches through the fabric of her skirt and now her center joined her clit
in responding by making her wet.
Sweet Jesus…
Ainsley saw that Casey’s eyes were riveted on what Rachel’s fingers were doing.
“Well,” Rachel said, “Ains and I had plans tonight, Casey. I would have invited you to join us, especially since you look amazing, but I feel a headache coming on and so I think I’d rather just stay in.”
Rachel looked up at Ainsley.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked. “If we just stay in?”
Ainsley was flooded by now. The clean—and dry—panties she had put on no more than half an hour earlier were no longer clean nor dry.
Rachel looked so fucking beautiful staring up at her the way she was. Playing her role to the hilt, Rachel’s eyes were puppy-dog large, as if she was really begging Ainsley to let them cancel their plans and just have a quiet night at home.
Rachel’s fingers played a little more insistently on Ainsley’s hip and Ainsley’s pussy was buzzing now. She wanted to tell Rachel that if she kept that up for only two more minutes, she’d come.
“Of course not,” she said, putting her own arm around Rachel’s shoulder and running her fingers up and down the smooth flesh of Rachel’s bare arm. Ever so subtly, Rachel quirked her eyebrow and Ainsley could have sworn it was a dare to kiss her.
“Whatever!” Casey said, breaking the spell.
“It was so nice meeting you!” Rachel said as Casey stomped to the front door, opened it and let herself out.
When the door closed behind Casey, Ainsley and Rachel burst out laughing.
“You are fucking amazing!” Ainsley said, giving Rachel a hug.
“Well, I’m good at reading situations,” Rachel said when they separated. “I could just tell you needed some rescuing. What was she doing here?”
“What else? Trying to win me back.” Here, Ainsley used her hands to indicate her entire form. “I’m fabulous.”
“You totally are,” Rachel said, nodding solemnly. “I mean, why else would I rather just stay in with you?”
The two women stared at each other for a few moments, Ainsley imagining exactly what she would do with Rachel if they were really staying in.
***
“I won’t forgive cheating,” Ainsley said, about forty minutes later. They were sitting in the outdoor seating area of a bar on Fifth Avenue in San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. As usual, because it was Saturday night, the city had closed off the street to vehicular traffic, allowing the numerous bars and restaurants to add additional seats outside their establishments and also allowing pedestrians to just walk and mingle on the street as if it was a block party.
Twirling her glass of white wine by the stem, Ainsley continued.
“Once someone shows they can do that to you, you may as well expect them to keep doing it. Especially if you forgive them.”
“I agree,” Rachel said.