Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

She tried to shake that thought out of her head immediately. Sally? Really? Today was Wednesday, which meant their first date was five days ago. You don’t plan on taking a trip with somebody you first started seeing five days ago.

But why had she (briefly) thought about it?

And why was her mind still trying to get her to keep thinking about it?

***

“Jesus God!”

Amy screamed as the orgasm exploded through her pelvis, her pussy squeezing those wonderfully long fingers of Sally’s. She then couldn’t scream anymore because Sally’s lips suddenly covered hers for a deep and hungry kiss and so all of the other sounds she was now making went directly into Sally’s mouth.

When the orgasm subsided, Sally left Amy’s lips to kiss her way down her neck and then to her chest. Nipples that were already practically marble became even harder when Sally began sucking on them one by one, raking her teeth against them occasionally as she did so, eliciting yearning groans from Amy.

The three fingers that were still inside her began gently moving again, in and out, in and out; curling and straightening, curling and straightening…

Amy felt her come leaking out, running down and coating her rear opening. She tried to telepathically tell Sally it would be perfectly okay if one of her come-slicked fingers found its way in there. She’d enjoy it. She’d come that much harder. But she didn’t dare voice that request yet. She first needed to suss out if Sally was into that. It wasn’t every woman’s cup of tea, after all.

“Oh my god, baby!” she grunted as her next climax was expertly brought closer and closer to the surface. Now Sally started pumping her fingers in and out with more vigor, Amy matching her rhythm with her thrusting hips until…

“Fucking god!!” she half screamed/half gasped, psychedelic colors popping behind her eyelids as her entire universe

condensed down to the explosions of pleasure happening in her core.

When it was over, Sally withdrew her fingers slowly and then lay down next to the still quivering Amy who felt she needed a few moments before she could move again. When she was finally able to, she rolled onto her side to face Sally and cuddle with her, Sally wrapping those long legs of hers around Amy’s lower half.

They were at Amy’s tonight; Sally having come over after work. They had meant to order in dinner when Sally arrived but almost as soon as Amy had let her in, they were all over each other and then it was very Who needs food? as the foreplay started in the living room and the actual fucking started in the bedroom.

But now, at almost six o’clock, Amy’s stomach let out a low growl, causing both women to giggle.

“What do you want to order?” Sally asked.

“No, let me cook us something,” Amy insisted, reluctantly making her way off the bed.

“As long as I can help,” Sally replied, also standing up. Amy tossed Sally her shirt which had been hurriedly taken off earlier and tossed to the floor. For herself, she pulled out a comfy pj set from her dresser and doing so prompted a question to come to her mind.

“Are you staying?” she asked Sally.

“It’s your apartment; you tell me,” Sally answered with a smirk.

“You’re staying,” Amy declared.

Sally approached and wrapped her arms around the still nude Amy.

“Ooh, bossy!”

Amy smiled.

“And horny. But hungry. Go change into your pjs so I don’t feel underdressed.”

A few minutes later, the two pj-clad women were in Amy’s kitchen. Breakfast for dinner sounded good to both of them and while Amy made omelets with diced green peppers, Sally took care of making bacon. While they cooked, Amy told Sally about Makeda’s decision to make her the point person for the meeting with County Supervisor Edelmann.

“Babe, that’s huge!” Sally said. “Congrats!”

“Thank you. I’m going to have to work really super-duper hard to get our presentation ready in time.”

“When is the meeting?”

“Tuesday.”