Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Sally then looked back at Amy’s pussy. The woman’s clit was engorged—a pink and swollen button that made Sally lick her lips. And she nearly lost her mind when she saw a thin line of Amy’s essence stretch down from her sexy folds, a glistening drop at the end of it, dangling from the lips, swaying a bit because of Amy’s trembling.

With a moan of her own, Sally flicked out her tongue to catch that drop, savoring the flavor of it. She then quickly inserted two fingers inside the wetness.

“Oh fuck yes!” Amy squeaked.

Sally went back to lavishing kisses and licks on Amy’s foot while fucking her slightly curled fingers slowly in and out of her girlfriend’s soaked pussy, Amy’s hips rocking in time with her thrusts. Gravity brought more Amy’s arousal dripping out and Sally could feel the warm liquid roll down her fingers onto the rest of her hand. Looking up again, Sally saw Amy squeezing her tiny breasts with both hands, pinching her own nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” Amy exclaimed a minute or two later. “Sally! Oh, fuuuuuck! I’m coming!”

Sure enough, Sally felt her fingers clenched tightly by those soft inner walls when the orgasm first struck and Amy’s pussy spasmed, just a moment before they were then kneaded rhythmically as the convulsions started, with Amy screaming lustily at this point, her come squirting out now. What didn’t fall on Sally’s wrist, fell on the shag area rug in shining droplets. Sally got back up onto her knees and snaked her free arm around Amy’s waist to help support her while the climax tore through her. Amy grasped Sally’s head and held it close to her trembling body and Sally peppered Amy’s abdomen with light kisses and tiny nibbles.

Suddenly, Sally could sense Amy quickly losing her strength to remain standing and before she collapsed, began guiding her gently to the floor, laying her down on top of the area rug. Expertly, Sally kept her fingers buried inside Amy’s center as she executed this maneuver and when they were both down on the floor, with Sally lying atop her, she began once more slowly fucking her fingers in and out.

Amy looked at Sally, her eyes smoky with lust.

“Make me come again!” she demanded.

Sally quirked an eyebrow.

“Only if you ask nicely,” she responded, swiping Amy’s clit once with her thumb which caused Amy to shudder and moan.

“Please!” Amy exclaimed.

Sally put a pout on her face.

“You can ask more nicely than that, can’t you?” This time, her swipe of Amy’s clit was feather-light but Sally was pleased that it still jolted Amy strongly.

“Oh, fuck!” Amy whispered. “Please, please make me come again!”

Sally shook her head.

“‘Please’ who?” she asked and then pressed her thumb against Amy’s clit, holding it there.

She then had to wait a few moments because this act rendered Amy incapable of speech. Amy’s head was now arched back, her mouth open wide as she half moaned/half whimpered.

“Please who?” Sally prodded again.

“Sally! Please, Sally!”

“Put it together properly,” Sally instructed.

“Ohmyfuck! Please, Sally, please make me come again!”

Sally’s panties were now overwhelmed, her arousal seeping past the fabric, coating her thighs, her pussy clenching at Amy’s compliance. Smiling Sally, brought her lips down to give Amy a kiss.

“So much better,” she purred after the kiss broke. She then gave Amy what she wanted and it wasn’t long before the walls of Sally’s condo were once more ringing with screams of delight.

Chapter 19

The next morning, Sally made them breakfast again. While Amy was sitting at the small table in the kitchen’s breakfast nook and Sally was busy plating the food—this time, omelets and diced fruit—Amy’s phone pinged. From the sound, she knew it was a notification of a new comment posted on her website. More than once over the past few days, she had considered turning off the notifications entirely because ever since the Jillian Ashley interview, her phone had been blowing up with them! As it was, she now found herself silencing her phone more during any given day just to avoid hearing that chime over and over again.

Opening the message, she started reading it as she took a sip of coffee.

Dear Amy,

My name is Gail and I just wanted to write to tell you how important it was for me to watch

your interview of Jillian Ashley! Finally, I got to see and hear her! What a treat! It was particularly special for me because her books helped me through some difficult times recently, like when my girlfriend broke up with me and when I was unable to go visit my elderly parents for over a year because of the pandemic. I’m immunocompromised and so until all of this Covid stuff is done, I really have to be extra careful and stay inside! Jillian’s books have been one of my main sources of escape from what has been a pretty dreary existence. Finally getting to see her was like finally meeting up again with an old friend!