Amy grunted in both pleasure and pain and screamed directly into the mattress when she came again, feeling her come squirt out, feeling her pussy clutch at those fingers. She continued screaming until she had to come up for air, dizzy both with the pleasure consuming her and from having almost suffocated herself.
There was another loud rrrrripppp! Sally had torn the pantyhose away even more and Amy felt her bite-ridden ass exposed properly now. The third orgasm hit her right when Sally pulled her soaked fingers out and then used them to rub her engorged clit right at the same moment those wonderfully sharp teeth clamped down again on her ass.
Amy felt her body convulsing like something from a scene in a movie about a woman possessed by evil spirits. This third climax had total control of her from within and when it finally subsided, all she could do was lay there with her eyes closed, panting, feeling spent, unable to move, her pantyhose in shreds. Occasionally she would twitch as a few latent pulses of pleasure would sneakily hit her just when she thought it was over.
***
Eventually, all of her clothes had been removed; Sally’s too.
Eventually, toys had been brought out.
Eventually, Amy had her way with Sally; Sally had her way with Amy again; Amy had her way with Sally again…et cetera, et cetera.
And eventually, they had to stop for food.
Going out was not an option—neither of them wanted to get dressed. Nor was cooking an option—by the time they’d finished with each other, both women were too drained to put in that kind of effort on anything.
When the Chinese food arrived, no sooner had they sat down at Sally’s dining table, both wearing bathrobes, than Amy suddenly said, “Come to San Francisco with me.”
She knew it was a risky thing to say, but she also knew it was what she wanted. She may not know where Sally and her were headed; she may not know if Sally and her would even be speaking to each other in six months but what she did know was that her and Sally were on a fantastic ride right now and Amy did not want the momentum of it to stop because she disappeared for a week to San Francisco.
And she was perfectly prepared for Sally to say no; for Sally to say it was too soon for such an idea. If that happened, Amy would be disappointed, yes, but it would hardly be a life-ending event; she would just do whatever it takes to ensure that the momentum was regained once she returned.
But Sally gave her an encouraging sign when her face lit up with a full-blown smile.
“Really?” Sally asked. “A trip together?”
Amy licked her lips.
“I know…it’s kind of crazy,” she began, “but I swear I’m not trying to move things along too fast.”
“I believe you,” Sally stated
.
“It’s just…I’m being forced to take this vacation, you know that, and I suppose I could just stay here in Carlsbad but I’m kind of sick of Carlsbad because of the pandemic. I really want to go to Europe but obviously that can’t happen.”
Sally gave a groan.
“I know what you mean,” she said. “I wanted to go to Amsterdam this year.”
“Oh my god, I would looooove to go to Amsterdam!” Amy said “Definitely on my bucket list. Anyway, it’s just that I’ve been having a lot of fun with you the past almost two weeks and I’m thinking why can’t we continue having fun up in Frisco? But I swear…like I said, I’m so not trying to move things along too fast! I just think it would be a lot of fun and it would also be a great way for us to continue getting to know each other.”
And to keep fucking our brains out…
Amy wasn’t sure she wanted to use that as a selling point for her suggestion that both of them go to San Francisco, but it was true nonetheless. The thought of going a week without this amazing sex she had with Sally…nope, not worth thinking about.
Chapter 26
Amy had a point, Sally was thinking. Taking a trip together would be a great way to continue getting to know one another.
But, goddamn…
A trip together? Already?
They haven’t even been dating for two weeks yet!
But why should that matter, she wondered? A trip to San Francisco wasn’t like buying a house together. Amy wasn’t proposing marriage or suggesting names for their future children. No one was calling U-Haul.