Rachel felt Ainsley’s arms wrap around her from behind.
“So,” the doctor asked, “will you be my date to the friendly, or Becca’s?”
Rachel giggled.
“Hm,” she murmured. “Let’s see how well you treat me this week.” But to put emphasis on the fact that she was only kidding, she brought one of Ainsley’s hands to her lips and kissed it.
Chapter 28
It had now been several weeks since Rachel started playing volleyball with Ainsley and her friends and Ainsley was finally ready to acknowledge one very salient fact: Rachel’s skills were a fucking turn-on.
The athleticism Rachel displayed every Sunday; the quickness and the grace of her movements on the sand; her obvious fire and determination to always do her best on each play…all of that combined to just drive Ainsley wild. Normally, Ainsley appreciated great female athletes simply for that reason alone…they were great female athletes. Thus, she could watch a WNBA game or a USA women’s soccer match without getting all hot and bothered. But watching Rachel was another experience altogether.
Must be because I get to actually fuck her.
Whatever the reason, after they left the volleyball club, Ainsley couldn’t keep her hands off her girlfriend. As soon as they reached her Porsche in the club’s lot, Ainsley drew Rachel in for a deep and passionate kiss, one hand on the back of Rachel’s neck, the other right on her ass, not caring if anybody else noticed.
“Every fucking Sunday you get me on fire!” Ainsley said when the kiss broke.
Rachel, who was breathing hard because of the intensity of the kiss, raked her teeth along Ainsley’s collarbone.
“What are you going to do about it, then?” she asked.
Ainsley, again not caring if anybody noticed, slid her hand into the back of Rachel’s yoga shorts, feeling the smooth roundness of Rachel’s cheek.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Rachel gasped, and Ainsley knew that Rachel was turned on by the fact that this was happening out in the open. “Babe, do you have a strap-on?”
Ainsley grinned.
“Not on me,” she joked.
“You know what I mean,” Rachel said, again raking her teeth along Ainsley’s collarbone.
“Need to be fucked, huh?” Ainsley said, the clean panties she had put on after showering soaked now.
“I do. Badly. And I want to fuck you.”
“Is that right?”
“I want to grab that shiny blonde hair of yours and fuck the shit out of you,” Rachel said.
Ainsley growled. She’d like that. No, she’d love that…on all fours on her bed, her hair being yanked and her pussy just being pounded. At that image, her clit jumped now and she couldn’t help a moan escaping from her lips as more of her arousal seeped out.
Yesterday, during her unpacking marathon, she had actually located her toybox and since they had to stop by her place anyway so she could pack an overnight bag for her stay at Rachel’s…
“Let’s go,” she said, taking her hand out of Rachel’s shorts, opening the car door for her girlfriend and then hurrying over to the driver’s side.
Once they were driving, Ainsley said, “Give me a taste, Rach.”
“I like when you’re impatient for me,” Rachel replied.
Ainsley had expected that Rachel would simply reach her fingers into those incredible yoga shorts, wet them and let her suck them clean. But instead, Rachel lifted her ass and pulled the shorts off.
“Jesus!” Ainsley said, trying to safely divide her attention between the road and the sight of a bottom-less Rachel in her passenger seat, her completely shaven pussy on display. For the first time in her life, she wished she had the eyes of a chameleon, each eye being able to rotate separately to look at different objects.
Rachel put both feet up on the dash and spread her legs.
Approaching a red light, Ainsley purposely stayed in the lane she was in, behind a delivery truck, even though the next lane was vacant.