A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

They were at Ainsley’s house—newly equipped with a state-of-the-art alarm system that even had motion detectors inside—and it was getting close to bedtime. On the couch in the living room, Ainsley was lying on her back, her head in Rachel’s lap but turned towards the TV. They were watching an episode of Mare of Easttown on HBO Max and as engrossing as the show was, Rachel couldn’t help her eyes wandering to Ainsley’s chest.

Her girlfriend was wearing a white tank and because she didn’t have a bra on, Rachel could make out the outlines of Ainsley’s nipples beneath the fabric and it was driving Rachel crazy. They hadn’t had sex since the Chapter 25 Incident because Ainsley—ever the doctor—insisted that Rachel focus on resting her leg as much as possible, which was super sweet but was now getting a little old.

That first night was fine. Rachel’s whatever-it’s-called muscle had been aching quite a bit then anyway. Besides, the weirdness with Ainsley’s ex Casey breaking into the house had kind of put them both off the idea of sex that night anyway.

But now it was three days since she strained that stupid muscle and Rachel was off-the-scales horny. Her whatever-it’s-called muscle was just going to have to step up.

Knowing she’d have to rewatch this episode of Mare because it wasn’t as if she had been paying much attention to it anyway, Rachel slipped her left hand into Ainsley’s shirt and immediately covered Ainsley’s right breast with it.

Ainsley’s breath hitched as Rachel gently began fondling her, marveling at how impossibly soft and smooth her girlfriend’s skin was. It was like that no matter where she touched Ainsley: luxurious softness. The woman just seemed to be made of warm silk.

“How’s your leg?” Ainsley murmured.

Rachel provided her answer by pinching Ainsley’s hardened nipple and then rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, making Ainsley whimper and making Rachel’s center start to buzz with anticipation. She was slightly amazed at how wet she was already. But she knew she shouldn’t be. Her relationship with Ainsley had opened a door to delights and pleasures she had never known with another person. As a result, Rachel had had to form a new relationship with her own body because she was realizing what a sexually charged-up being she truly was. Oftentimes, just smelling Ainsley’s perfume was enough to get things roiling below Rachel’s waist, let alone sitting on a couch with Ainsley and seeing the darkness of her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

“Take off your shorts, baby,” Rachel whispered, still maintaining her grip on Ainsley’s rock-hard nipple.

Ainsley complied immediately, lifting her ass off the sofa cushion and sliding both her shorts and underwear off those amazingly long legs, letting the garments drop to the floor. Rachel’s heart was now thumping at the sight of that narrow line of caramel-brown curls just above Ainsley’s pink clit. She even groaned a little, licking her lips, feeling her own clit begin to jump in her panties.

“Touch yourself,” she instructed next.

Ainsley spread her legs—those gorgeous, gorgeous legs—and brought her right hand down between them. Rachel could hear soft, wet sounds as Ainsley’s fingers moved and played with her pussy and that incredible musky scent of a woman aroused was now tickling her nostrils.

“I want you good and ready, baby,” Rachel said.

“Oh yeah?” Ainsley’s voice was already strained with pleasure.

“Yeah.” Her own voice sounded strained as well; she could hear it. Her core was liquid by now, her clit swollen, her nipples sharp little points on her chest. “Rub your clit,” she ordered.

Ainsley’s middle finger was now rubbing the pink bud in slow circles, her other long fingers dancing with the movement of her hand. She started moaning and chuffing out gasps of breath and Rachel felt her own pussy spasm.

She pinched Ainsley’s nipple a little harder and now Ainsley’s back arched slightly.

“Rachel! Oh fuck!”

“Don’t come yet, baby…”

“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.”

“Keep rubbing.”

“Oh fuck, Rachel!”

Rachel eased off the nipple and squeezed Ainsley’s entire breast.

“I want you good and ready,” she began, “because I’m going to fuck you hard tonight.”

“Oh god, yes! Please!”

“But first you’re going to fuck me hard. Keep rubbing.”

“Oh shit!” Ainsley gasped. “And what am I going to fuck you with?”

“That big one, baby,” Rachel said. Ainsley had a rainbow-colored vibrating dildo that was enormous and so far, Rachel hadn’t tried it. Tonight that was going to change. Tonight she wanted it inside her. It was a scary prospect, if she was honest, but the scariness of it was also fueling her lust right now.

“I’ll fuck you so hard with that big one, Rachel,” Ainsley growled, her finger still working her clit.

Rachel was mesmerized watching Ainsley masturbate.