No More Wasted Time: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Well, I had just gotten laid. Apparently that makes a difference.”

They kissed.

“What time is it?” Krissy asked.

“Just after eight-thirty,” Becca answered.

Krissy finished her Clif bar and then snuggled closer to Becca.

“If I take tomorrow off,” she began, “will you spend the day with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Becca said. “But, I’ll admit…I’m kind of sexed-out right now. I may want a break from all this tomorrow.”

Krissy laughed.

“Preaching to the choir,” she said. Krissy didn’t know how many times she had come tonight, but it was a lot and her libido was now sapped. “Can we just hang out tomorrow doing whatever? Coffee at La Vida Mocha, shopping…ooh, let’s have lunch at Hello Betty! We’ve never been there.”

“It’s our second favorite restaurant!” Becca said. “We’ve been there dozens of times!”

“But not as girlfriends!” Krissy replied.

“Oh, that’s right,” Becca said. “You and I, we’re having a do-over, aren’t we?”

“Mm, yes, we are.”

“By the way,” Becca said, “Let’s tell the world.”

“Tell the world what?”

“About you and me. Telling Rachel and Ainsley isn’t good enough.”

Krissy smiled at her.

“Good idea. How do you want to do it?”

Becca rolled away from Krissy to pick up her phone from where she left it on the mattress.

“Selfie time,” she said.

“Wait!” Krissy exclaimed. “We’re naked! And I bet I look like shit!”

“We’ll pull the covers up over us and you do not look like shit. You look really hot.”

Krissy stared at her.

“If I look like you do, I look like I just got fucked. Our first official photo together is not going to be the just-got-fucked look!” She patted Becca’s hip and then started getting out of bed. The Clif bar had energized her, though her legs still felt a little like they were made of jelly. “Come on, let’s do this right.”

“But I’m comfortable!” Becca whined.

“We have to get up anyway once the food arrives!”

“Aargh!”

In the bathroom, the two of them still completely nude, Krissy brushed and then finger-fluffed Becca’s hair, managing to work all the tangles out of it that had been caused by their sexual exertions. She then applied some of her coppery lip gloss to Becca’s lips before putting the same shade on her own. She quickly brushed her hair and checked it from multiple angles.

Taking Becca’s hand, she led her girlfriend to her walk-in closet.

“I have clothes, Krissy,” Becca pointed out.