A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance - Page 19

The next morning, however, Rachel woke up mid-orgasm.

Lying in bed on her front, as soon as she had arisen enough from the depths of her slumber to realize what was happening between her legs, she gasped and uttered, “Oh fuck!”

Her center was already contracting, her thighs already wet.

“Oh god!” she screeched as the bursts of pleasure shot out from her core, making her want more and more and more.

So, pulling her legs forward and raising her hips so her ass was in the air, she shoved her hand into her pj shorts, found her clit swollen and waiting for her touch and began rubbing the tingling button, grunting into her pillow as her pussy got ready for another release.

In the vivid and erotic dreams she still remembered having, it had been Ainsley behind her when her ass was up like this, eating her out, pushing her tongue as deep into her as it would go until…

“Oh fuck!” Rachel gasped when the tipping point was reached and she came again. “Oh fuck, lick me! Fucking lick me!” She wanted the arousal which was now streaming out to be streaming out onto Ainsley’s face, that perfect and beautiful face. She knew Ainsley would lick it all. She knew Ainsley would probably come herself doing so.

“Fuck!”

She let out a low moan as her pussy gave one last shocking pulse of pleasure which forced her to once more flatten herself on the bed, her hand still in her shorts, her fingers now sticky with the evidence of her enjoyment.

It had been over a week since she’d last come and so this orgasm had been intense. She gently moved her fingers through the lips of her pussy, marveling at how wet she was.

Breathing hard, she just lie there, staring off into the middle distance, thinking about things.

She knew that orgasms were like a truth serum. Once you have one, you were better able to really examine how you feel about…anything. And so, lying here in bed, Rachel let her mind tell her some truths.

To begin, she wasn’t bothered by the fact that she’d had erotic dreams about Ainsley that were so potent she actually woke up climaxing. Nor was she bothered by the fact that she had then given herself another orgasm, fantasizing about Ainsley the entire time her fingers had been pressed hard against her clit.

She knew she was attracted to Ainsley. There was no point in denying it. Moreover, there was no point in trying to kid herself into believing that her attraction to Ainsley and the sexual electricity she had felt yesterday in her company had only been brought about by having a rather dismal sex life.

Also—and this was a big one, Rachel considered—she needed to admit to herself that the two climaxes she’d just had were not the only two she’d had that were lesbian-focused. Ever since her best friend Amy had introduced her to the books of Jillian Ashley—written by Amy’s fiancée, Sally—Rachel had been climaxing a lot because of lesbians.

She had only started reading Sally’s books because she had been curious about the author Amy was so ga-ga about. But then, seven chapters into the first book of Sally’s Gotham Lesbians series, Rachel had been amazed.

Chapter seven contained the book’s first sex scene and rather than being repulsed as a straight woman by reading such graphic descriptions of sapphic lovemaking, Rachel had found herself becoming aroused. During chapter ten—the next sex scene—she had played her fingers lightly along her abdomen while reading how Karen, one of the main characters, brought Marisol to a “bone-shattering” orgasm with her tongue.

Rachel had edged herself during chapter seventeen and masturbated shortly after reading chapter twenty-one, telling herself that it had nothing to do with the book, that she was just super horny.

But it was Chapter 25 that didn’t allow Rachel to use that excuse anymore. She had masturbated while reading Chapter 25; while reading the descriptions of what Karen and Ma

risol—two women—were doing to each other in a long sex scene that was so expertly written and so damn hot Rachel had come twice before it was over.

And once that line had been crossed, Rachel had found herself masturbating and coming while reading the rest of Sally’s lesbian romance books.

So, no, this morning’s climaxes about Ainsley were not her first lesbian-induced orgasms.

They were, however, her first lesbian-induced orgasms she’d had thinking about a real woman.

And I’m fine with that.

And she was. Because she still believed that, at most, she was under the influence of a crush, that’s all. It was the Ainsley Effect, plain and simple. Chances are, it would pass the more time she spent with her new friend.

In the meantime, however…

The fingers she had kept in her pj shorts had managed to rev up her engine again.

Biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes, she succumbed to the sensations, wanting to come yet again.

As her middle finger began rocking against her clit, Rachel imagined re-enacting Chapter 25 with a certain golden-haired doctor she knew.

Chapter 8

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