A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

ng she needed a rest, that her pussy was too sensitive after having been finger-fucked so expertly that when she came that fifth time, Rachel wondered if her back would break because she had arched it so acutely.

And so Ainsley had let her rest. They had spent quite some time just kissing, snuggling and fondling. Rachel was learning that she couldn’t keep her hands off Ainsley. It was as if she had been awakened to how erotic the tactile aspects of sex were, something she had never experienced with a man. Ainsley’s body was so sensuous, her skin so buttery smooth, her breasts so soft, and Rachel wanted to touch it all!

And there was so much of Ainsley! When the doctor was lying on the bed, her long frame stretched out all for Rachel to see, it was a mouth-watering sight, an embarrassment of riches, almost. Last night, Rachel had explored all of her lover, with her lips, her hands, her tongue, trying to memorize her every inch so at times like now, she could picture it all.

But after Rachel had rested for a while last night, Ainsley had started stoking her fire again and soon there was Ainsley’s head between her legs again to make her come a sixth time, making Rachel scream out with the intensity of it.

She picked up her phone. She suspected Amy and Sally were still on their romantic Valentine’s weekend up in Catalina but she also knew Amy wouldn’t mind if she at least sent a text asking her for some girl-time this coming week.

Surprisingly, an instant after sending the text, Amy replied.

Tomorrow @LVM? 3?

Rachel checked her calendar and determined that, yes, she could meet her bestie at La Vida Mocha at three o’clock. She tapped out a response saying so and sent it and then was about to gather her things to leave the house she was trying to sell when her phone rang.

“Hey!” she said, the smile evident in her voice.

“God, we suck without you!” Ainsley moaned in lieu of hello. From the background noise of the call, Rachel guessed she was driving.

She laughed.

“It’s nice to feel wanted,” she replied. It would have been wonderful to play volleyball with Ainsley and the girls but the commission she’d get from the sale of that Del Mar house made the sacrifice worth it.

“We eventually stopped keeping score! It was like no team, no matter who was on it, was capable of winning a single set!”

“Wow, you guys do suck,” Rachel teased.

“Anyway, I have a petition here, signed by all the girls, stating that you are no longer allowed to work on Sundays if it means you can’t play volleyball with us.”

Laughing, Rachel asked how she was supposed to support herself.

“We took up a collection. You’re about to technically become a professional volleyball player as the only paid person in our little club.”

“Excuse me, but I hope you collected a lot,” Rachel stated. “I won’t be had for cheap.”

***

There really was a petition, Rachel discovered when Ainsley arrived at her house that night.

“This is hilarious!” Rachel said, laughing, looking at the document in her hands. It had been handwritten on sheet of printer paper and read:

We the undersigned demand that Rachel forget she is a real estate agent on Sundays and instead remember that she is a superstar volleyball player.

Below that were the signatures of the women, her new friends.

“I love it,” Rachel said, looking up at Ainsley. “By the way, I missed you today.”

This was true. Though she’d had an amazingly successful day plying her trade, she had missed Ainsley a lot and seeing her again, here in her house, was making her feel ridiculously giddy.

“I missed you too,” Ainsley said.

And then Rachel couldn’t wait any longer. After placing the petition on the coffee table, among the wilderness of flowers Ainsley had given her for Valentine’s Day, she pulled Ainsley to her and kissed her deeply, immediately invading the blonde’s mouth with her tongue. And even though the last time she had kissed Ainsley like this had only been this morning in San Diego, it was still too long ago.

There was just something about doing this simple act with this particular person. When Rachel kissed Ainsley, she always lost awareness of anything else. All outside stimuli or distractions disappeared. It was as if their kisses encased them in a bubble in which they were shielded from the rest of the world while simultaneously igniting sensations of pleasure in her that she could swear she’d never felt before.

Was it kissing a woman that was doing this to her? Or was it kissing this particular woman that was doing this to her?

Right now, she didn’t care. Right now, never breaking their lip lock, she brought her hands to Ainsley’s hips and started sliding off the blue gym shorts Ainsley was wearing, also taking Ainsley’s panties down as well. Once past the flare of Ainsley’s hips, the garments fell to the floor and she felt Ainsley step out of them. And then Rachel finally broke their kiss, lowering herself to her knees in front of her lover, just like she did that first night they were together, on Valentine’s Day.