Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

She shook her head. She was doing it again. Instead of being here in the moment with her best friend and having fun cooking, she was thinking about work she needed to do. What’s more, she was certain that Sally was beginning to notice just how much of a workaholic she was. Last night, Sally had had to lure her away from her laptop with sex—and that had turned into another amazing time in the bedroom. Still, though, Sally hadn’t exactly complained or anything, Amy considered…

Perhaps Sally didn’t think it was such a big deal. After all, Sally was a professional who also took her job seriously and worked hard.

Anyway, Amy put all of that out of her mind. Her best friend was here in her home and they were cooking together; this was what she needed to focus on.

***

“Have you started packing yet?” Amy asked Sally later that night over the phone.

Sally scoffed.

“Hello? It’s Wednesday, we’re leaving on Saturday and I’m a woman! That means I actually built a time machine today and zapped myself back to three days ago and started packing then!”

Amy laughed.

It was almost nine o’clock and she was in her bedroom, her suitcase open on her bed, several outfits on the mattress next to it.

“In fact,” Sally went on, “I’m packing now.”

“No way, me too!” Amy replied.

“Are you bringing any bathing suits?”

“I checked,” Amy began, “the hotel’s pool is open and so I figured I’d bring at least one. It might be fun to just chill poolside one day.”

“Please bring those stilettos you were wearing yesterday!” Sally said.

“Liked those, did you?” Amy asked, tossing a collection of bras she had just removed from her bra drawer onto the bed. “I think I’ll also bring some pantyhose I don’t care about just so you can go savage on me again.”

“Liked that, did you?” Sally replied.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Amy breathed, her clit pulsing at the memory.

“Actually, since we’re kinda-sorta on this topic,” Sally began, “what about toys?”

“Wait, hold on a sec…”

Amy opened her phone’s camera and snapped a pic of her open toybox, also on the bed, and sent it to Sally. A moment later she heard Sally laughing.

“I just haven’t decided which ones to pack yet,” Amy said.

“First World problem,” Sally chuckled. “As long as one of us remembers a harness.”

“God, yes! Of course, the great thing about a place like San Francisco is if we forget to pack anything…”

“…they’ll be a place there that sells it,” Sally finished for her.

“Okay, we have to change the topic,” Amy said, “I’m getting excited and I’m soooooo not dressed for it!”

Sally laughed.

“Why? What are you wearing?”

“Just pj shorts and a tank, but no underwear. I’ll be a dripping mess pretty soon.”

“Exactly how I like you.”

Amy groaned.