“Tell me about it!” Sally agreed. “When Max told me, I was fucking floored! And a little sad, also. Like I had lost something.”
Amy nodded. She felt the exact same way! Since the release of The Fordham Road Fling, Jillian Ashley had been an important part of Amy’s life because reading was an important part of Amy’s life. The escape which books—particularly lesfic books—had provided her, especially during the hardest days of the pandemic lockdowns, were immeasurable. And Jillian Ashley books had been the most important of all the books Amy had read. She had already re-read The Fordham Road Fling seven times since it was first released. It was her favorite lesfic book of all time.
How was she supposed to feel about Fordham Road now? As well as the other three books in the Gotham series released so far?
She decided that could wait. Right now, she had to decide how to feel about this woman sitting in front of her on the dark beach.
Thinking of which…
“We should go,” she said, standing up. “I know Carlsbad is pretty safe but it’s probably smart if two women don’t sit around on a dark and quickly emptying beach.”
She reached her hand down to help Sally up and as soon Sally took it, Amy knew what would happen next because the contact sent a thrill through her body which started at her arm and ended at her heart.
The act of pulling Sally up caused Sally to end up directly in front of Amy, with only a sliver of space separating them. And Amy erased that sliver of space immediately, claiming Sally’s lips once more in a deep kiss, not caring about anything else except this moment. Jillian Ashley may be a man but Sally Whatever-her-last-name-is was a woman and Amy wanted every bit of her, as evidenced by the fact that her panties were now soaked, her pussy seemingly incapable of not producing liquid and pushing it out.
Sally pulled her lips away too soon. Amy mewled in protest.
“Are you sure?” Sally purred, nuzzling Amy’s neck which made Amy want to collapse back onto the sand with pleasure.
“Positive,” Amy stated, entangling her fingers in Sally’s black hair. “Follow me back to my place.”
She felt her earlobe get captured between Sally’s teeth and then Sally’s tongue circling the diamond stud she was wearing.
“What if I can’t wait that long?” Sally whispered after a good tug on the lobe with her teeth.
Amy’s heart thudded and her desire kicked into overdrive.
“Then don’t wait,” she practically growled.
Suddenly, Sally turned her around, pressing against her back and wrapping her arms around her. Her heart pounding in anticipation, Amy surveyed the setting.
Now that the sun had gone down, marking the end of another gorgeous day in Carlsbad, the beach had emptied considerably, though a few diehard beachgoers remained, most of them sitting with friends on the sand here and there. Amy could spot two joggers running together, heading away from them in the direction of Oceanside whose pier she could just make out the lights of three miles distant. However, in the immediate vicinity of where she was standing with Sally, right next to lifeguard tower #34, there was no one.
A good thing to, because Amy felt Sally’s left hand start to slide up under her shirt. Amy gasped as the hand came to rest on her abdomen. Her breathing became shallower.
“Is this okay?” Sally asked.
Amy nodded and the hand slid a little further up until it was now resting on her chest just below the underwires of her bra.
“Still okay?”
Amy nodded again but this time, to show just how okay she was with what was happening, she also reached behind, finding the back of Sally’s left thigh and squeezed it. The groan Sally gave in response made Amy groan as well.
Thus encouraged, Sally’s hand now came up to cover the right cup of Amy’s padded bra just before her fingers stole inside it, found her nipple and began pinching it.
“Oh god, Sally…”
“It’s like a fucking diamond,” Sally murmured.
That was hardly an exaggeration, Amy considered. Both of her nipples were achingly hard.
While Sally pinched and kneaded the electrified nub, she was kissing along Amy’s neck, stopping every now and then to rake her teeth against the flesh as if she was going to take a
big bite and Amy actually wished Sally was a vampire. She wanted to feel her neck punctured by sharp fangs while her clit was throbbing as it was now, knowing she would explode in orgasm at the pain and then the warmth as her blood was sucked.
After another few moments, Sally’s hand left Amy’s breast and slid back down. Amy thought maybe they would leave now, walk back to La Vida Mocha’s parking lot, where they had left their cars, and finally head back to her place.
But she was wrong.