Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Our first and second trips together,” Amy said.

“Our first and only fight,” Sally added.

“No, no, no! That was our second fight!”

Sally stopped and looked at Amy, frowning.

“What was our first?” she asked.

“When you told me you weren’t Jillian Ashley,” Amy said.

“Oh, right.”

They continued walking.

“Lots of incredible sex,” Sally went on.

“Oh my god, soooooo much incredible sex!” Amy concurred. “God, when you took me on the beach like that!”

“After our first fight, no less,” Sally reminded her.

“Oh, so that means it was our first make-up sex!”

“You’re right again!”

“Not going to lie,” Amy began, “but when I realized that you could make me come like that when I’m fully clothed…I started getting a little obsessed with you.”

She decided to leave out the fact that her clit was pulsing even now remembering that night on the beach.

Sally laughed.

“What else?” she asked.

“I got one!” Amy enthused. “We both got recognized like superstar celebrities in that bookstore.”

“That’s right,” Sally agreed. “And let’s not forget the big one, baby. Almost dying in a fiery plane crash!”

“Definitely! Ooh! If we do this eleven more times we’ll have a year together.” Amy put her arm around Sally’s waist and rested her head against Sally’s shoulder as they walked. “Imagine…a whole year.”

Sally put her own arm around Amy.

“I love that idea,” she said.

They walked in silence for a bit and Amy could think of no time when she was happier.

After a moment, she said, “Well, let’s see…two fights a month make twenty-four for the year. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Sally scoffed.

“My parents used to fight a lot more than that in a month before they got divorced. I think we’ll be okay as long as you always admit I’m right.”

Amy poked her girlfriend in the ribs.

“Or,” she began, “we just agree right now that I’m always right.” She stopped, turned Sally to face her and gave her a quick kiss. “I won’t care who’s right; just as long as we promise not to sleep apart again.”

“Deal,” Sally said and this time it was she who claimed Amy’s lips for a kiss.

They treated themselves to ice cream cones bought from a vendor with a little cart in Waterfront Park and then they walked through the park looking at the sculptures and admiring the views across the bay.