Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Sally, like anyone who unexpectedly brought someone over to their dwelling, did a quick survey of the living room, dining room and kitchen, determining that, thankfully, her place wasn’t a mess. Okay, she had left her much-loved and much-worn Carlsbad High sweatshirt on the sofa after taking it off last night when she had started feeling too warm. And, okay, she had also left an empty wine glass on the coffee table last night as well, but on the whole she didn’t believe Amy would think her a slovenly person. Well, as long as Amy also didn’t care about the pair of high heels that should have been in the bedroom closet but were in fact over by the dining room table where Sally had kicked them off back on…

Christ! Wednesday?

“Drink?” Sally asked as a way of hopefully diverting Amy’s attention from her pigsty of a home.

Amy turned to her and their eyes locked. She shook her head.

“No. I definitely don’t want a drink.”

And just like that, their lips were together again.

This was moving far, far faster than she normally preferred, Sally knew. This was supposed to be a proper date, after all; prelude to a relationship. Rapidly escalating things to the point of sex was fine back when she was twenty-one, but she was twenty-eight and craving more substantial bonds with women now. Yet, what was happening between her and Amy not only couldn’t be stopped, it also felt so right.

Besides, the throbbing between her legs was telling her that now was not the time to be thinking about anything other than this moment. And she knew Amy felt the same too. God, the woman had been soaked when Sally fingered her on the beach…

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sally took hold of Amy’s hand and practically sprinted with her into the bedroom where they disturbed Lena, who had been napping on the bed. After sussing out the situation, namely that her human had another human with her who looked to be staying a while, she jumped off the bed to go do cat-like things elsewhere in the condo.

As if they were of one mind, both women pulled off their shirts as soon as they were in the bedroom and then were back in each other’s arms, kissing hungrily, Sally feeling Amy’s cute soft pink padded bra pressing against her chest and Amy’s hands reaching down and cupping her ass.

A moment later, Amy pulled Sally over to the bed, made her lay on it face down and then lowered her body on top of hers. Sally groaned when Amy started kissing the back of her neck, her clit reacting to each touch of her lips with tiny pulses of pleasure.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Sally,” Amy purred, her lips now ghosting Sally’s ear.

Yes!

“Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow?” Amy asked, her voice still a purr.

“Just here with you,” Sally responded. “Doing this.”

“Excellent...because this is going to take all night.”

Amy’s kisses then started falling on Sally’s shoulder blades, first the left side, then the right, Amy interspersing licks with the flat of her tongue in with the kisses, making Sally feel electrified.

Next, Amy licked along the straps of Sally’s bra, occasionally letting her tongue slide under the strap, lifting it just a skosh and letting it snap back down.

“Oh fuck!” Sally moaned each time this happened, the sudden tingle of the mild sting that was caused making her grind her hips against the mattress.

“Ooh, ther

e she is!” Sally heard Amy say. At first, Sally didn’t know what she was referring to but when Amy’s lips and tongue started lavishing attention on a certain spot on her ribcage, Sally knew Amy had spotted the tattoo of Charlie Brown’s sister. Somehow, even though Sally was quite ticklish, Amy’s mouth on her ribcage did not cause her to break out into fits of giggles; instead, it made Sally’s pussy even wetter and she moaned as her swollen clit twitched in her panties.

Her bra was unhooked and Amy kissed that bit of flesh which the closure had covered.

Sally decided it was time to let Amy know the gentleness could stop.

“You can bite,” she murmured.

“Ooh, can I?”

“Please. And mark me.”

“Oh, fuck…”

Permission thus given, Sally was pleased Amy didn’t screw around. The first bite, right on her shoulder blade, was hard, painful. It caused Sally to cry out with the kind of sound which simultaneously telegraphed how much it hurt and how much it was close to making her come. The flesh was held in Amy’s teeth and pulled, Sally riding out the pain, her core responding, until finally Amy released the skin.

“Okay?” Amy asked.

Sally nodded and so Amy chose another spot and clamped her teeth on it and again Sally cried out, her pussy pumping out more arousal, this bite just as hard as the previous one, Amy’s sharp little teeth relentlessly holding onto Sally’s skin and now Sally’s inner walls started fluttering.