No More Wasted Time: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Oh fuck,” Krissy sighed. “I most certainly will.” Was it possible her nipples got harder?

Krissy felt Becca’s hand on her ass. They had both slept nude and so there was nothing between their bodies. Becca’s hand slid over the curve of her ass and found its way between Krissy’s legs and she gasped when Becca’s fingers encountered her folds.

She had woken up wet. No wonder, really. After the sex they had had, Krissy doubted her body had ever really switched off while she had been sleeping, instead continuing to remain aroused as she dreamt.

She really needed to pee but she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop things now. If anything, the need to pee was helping to heighten the sensations caused by Becca’s fingers, which were rubbing her pussy, spreading her lubrication around.

Krissy was lying on her right side, her legs together; but she wanted Becca to have full access and so she lifted her left leg and rested her left foot on her right knee.

Take me…

As if Becca had heard her silent plea, Krissy grunted when she felt herself be entered by those long fingers, at least two of them. She bit her knuckle as Becca began thrusting in and out, adding to her attentions below Krissy’s waist by continuing to kiss and bite the back of her neck.

Soon, she felt her opening stretched more when Becca added another finger. Now, her urge to pee was coupled with this new sense of fullness—a dichotomy of discomfort and pleasure which reminded her of anal sex and which, like anal sex, was rapidly bringing her to a climax.

Becca increased the speed and force of her thrusting and Krissy could now hear squelching sounds coming from her pussy and could feel whatever arousal wasn’t trapped inside by Becca’s fingers, leaking out of her.

“Mmph!...mmph!...mmph!...”

She grunted with the knuckle still in her mouth, her orgasm building beneath her mound while simultaneously she had to wince against the dull ache of needing to pee so very badly, still finding it a turn-on.

Finally, she came undone, clamping her hand over her mouth so as not to violate Becca’s orders not to speak.

“MMMMmmmmmpppphhhhh!”

Her passage gripped Becca’s fingers tightly and her clit jumped and quivered. For several glorious moments the urge to pee disappeared as all her pussy cared about was the orgasm tearing through it, flooding her with come and delightful feelings.

Unfortunately, though, all orgasms subside and when this one did…

Krissy reached behind herself, grabbed Becca’s wrist and yanked Becca’s fingers out of her vagina.

“Fuck, I gotta pee!” she explained, clambering off the bed and racing into the bathroom. She didn’t even bother closing the door.

***

Because they had gone to sleep so late, they had woken up late—near eleven a.m. Once the morning breath dilemma had been solved, they’d had sex again, this time with kissing, and so by the time they had both cleaned up afterwards, it was past noon.

“Fuck!” Krissy said once they had both gotten out of bed and were in the kitchen, Krissy about to make coffee. She was looking at her phone, seeing the time.

“Problem?”

“I was supposed to have lunch with Lucinda today at one o’clock. Totally forgot.”

“Well, you can still go have lunch with her,” Becca said.

Krissy scoffed. She opened up the messaging app on the iPhone.

“Yeah, right! I final

ly get to have you the way I want you and I’m going to leave to have lunch with a friend? That’s, like, three months down the road, babe. No, wait…four.” She started tapping out an I’m-sorry-something-came-up text to Lucinda. “Besides, tomorrow you’re at work for twenty-four hours.” She sent the text and looked back up at Becca. “That means Lucinda can have lunch with me tomorrow, but today you are all mine.”

Becca pulled her close.

“I like that,” she said, bending her head to give Krissy a quick kiss. “By the way, I don’t know what you just told Lu, but are we telling anybody about us?”

“Well, they’re going to know as soon as I update my relationship status on Facebook,” Krissy said matter-of-factly. “Why? Do you want to keep it on the down-low?”

“No, no,” Becca hurriedly stated. “Just trying to figure out where we are with things like that.”