A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance - Page 21

A few minutes later, Ainsley did want to get a room.

In the club’s locker room, after Ainsley introduced Rachel to the rest of her friends, Rachel shucked off her workout pants and suddenly Ainsley was treated to the sight of Rachel in a volleyball bikini. A sight which was as beautiful as any sunset or work of art she’d ever seen. It was silly, really. Ainsley literally saw her usual gang of friends in such skimpy sportswear a few times each month. And her usual gang of friends were all pretty damn good-looking women who all kept in shape and had enviable figures. Ainsley had even seen a few of them naked.

But seeing her crush like this, especially Rachel’s perfectly sculpted thighs which sensuously curved outward at their tops to form an ass that Ainsley just wanted to run the flat of h

er tongue along, was an entirely different experience.

“Do you want to share a locker?” she asked Rachel.

“Sure!” Rachel said, approaching and putting her sports bag and recently removed pants into the locker Ainsley had claimed. “Look at us, U-Hauling already.”

Ainsley, surprised, burst into laughter.

God, this woman…

***

Ainsley aced her next serve, which meant her team was now down only two.

“Show off!” Charlotte called out from her team’s side of the net.

Ainsley smiled. It had been a wicked serve.

She saw Rachel turn around and give her a thumbs up with a smile, which made Ainsley feel like a teenager who had just done something to impress the prom queen. It also gave her this jolt of motivation to want to impress Rachel again. With the ball once more in her hands, she took a couple of deep breaths and then tossed the ball up, putting a counter-clockwise spin to it. Her jump was timed perfectly and her hit was deadly. Like a laser beam, the ball penetrated the opposing team’s territory untouched, giving Ainsley another ace.

She decided to use a little trickery on her next serve. She knew that after two straight aces, both Charlotte and Wendy, who were both great defensive players, would be prepared, expecting another cannon shot which, if they handled it, they would most likely turn around to their team’s advantage. Ainsley even noticed Wendy repositioning herself slightly and adjusting her stance, obviously ready to move quickly in case Ainsley attacked a different zone.

Instead, Ainsley pretended as if she was going to attempt another laser beam serve but then delivered a floater over the net.

“Fuck!” she heard Charlotte exclaim. Expecting another rocket of a serve and thus caught back on her heels, Charlotte nonetheless managed to get a pass to the setter who set it brilliantly for their outside attacker, Lucinda. But Ainsley’s tactic of a soft and flat serve evidently had thrown everyone on that side of the net off. Lucinda’s kill attempt was far less potent than her normal skill level and the ball was bumped easily by Anya on Ainsley’s team, the pass going straight to Rachel as setter.

Ainsley got herself ready, expecting to receive a set that she could spike. But Rachel instead put the ball over the net on two, catching the opposing team napping. It fell to the sand well in bounds and the game was now tied.

“Yes!” Krissy, who was playing on Ainsley’s team, exclaimed, pumping her fist. “New girl rocks!” She gave Rachel two high-fives.

Lucinda, hands on her hips, glared playfully at Ainsley.

“Hey, Ains,” she called out. “You didn’t tell us you were bringing in a pro!”

Ainsley laughed. Actually, Rachel had been playing really, really well. She had evidently been modest about her abilities when she and Ainsley had discussed volleyball yesterday at the Greek restaurant in Carlsbad. In fact, the only reason Ainsley’s team had even kept the game close was due to Rachel’s ball handling and her demonstrations of strategic thinking, such as the play she just made, throughout the contest.

“Yeah, next game, Rach is on our team!” Charlotte declared.

“I’m sure we can negotiate a trade,” Ainsley suggested.

Charlotte stuck her tongue out at her.

“But you’re not my type, love!” she retorted, making all the women laugh.

Ainsley’s team ended up winning the set and losing the next, when Rachel was on the other side of the net. Charlotte and Wendy then declared that Rachel was a hostage, playfully restraining her, keeping her from switching sides. The third set was closer but again, Ainsley’s team lost.

When that game was done, Ainsley, Krissy and Becca mounted a rescue operation, scampering over to the opposing team’s side. While Ainsley and Krissy fended off Charlotte and the others, Becca, a firefighter, easily scooped Rachel up in her arms and carried her back over to the other side of the net.

Again, the balance of power was shifted as once more, Rachel proved to be the magic ingredient, Ainsley’s team winning handily.

In the locker room afterwards, it was obvious that Rachel was now one of the crew, all of Ainsley’s friends chatting and joking with her.

The club’s locker room was outfitted with individual shower stalls and Ainsley’s and Rachel’s stalls were next to each other. While she showered, both Ainsley’s mind and her clit couldn’t help realizing that in the very next stall, separated only by a narrow tiled wall, was a nude, wet and soapy Rachel. That image made Ainsley gasp as her clit pulsed and she shook her head to clear the vivid picture her mind had painted for her of a trail of soapy water running slowly down the slope of Rachel’s breast, pausing a bit at her nipple, before dropping off her body.

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