Nothing but a Fling: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Kind of beats my idea,” Chloë admitted.

“No, it doesn’t beat your idea,” Megan insisted. “I think it complements it, in fact, because maybe once a month you keep La Vida Mocha open late one night specifically for a lesbian coffee-tasting club to meet. Give lesbians coffee and chocolate and you’ll be nominated for sainthood. And if you could figure out how to serve them wine also they’ll carve statues of you.”

Chloë jumped in. “We could offer different coffees each month, Vanessa; off-the-beaten-path type stuff, you know? The kind people aren’t going to find in their local grocery stores.”

“Exactly!” Megan agreed.

Vanessa laughed and then took Megan’s face in both her hands and kissed her deeply.

“Do you want to take over running the business for me?” she asked.

Megan made a blech! sound.

“Oh my God, that sounds boring. You do all that admin stuff and just let me and Chloë come up with all the great ideas.”

“Deal,” Vanessa said, giving her a quick kiss.

The conversation drifted to other topics again and when it did, Vanessa tuned out once more and let her eyes wander to the ocean. Being that it was after ten o’clock she could hear it more than see it, though every now and then some whitecaps would catch the light from the half-moon in the sky.

Suddenly, she became aware that she was getting wetter between her legs and realized that the hand Megan had on her leg under their blanket had moved up, her fingers now stroking Vanessa’s inner thigh along the hem of Vanessa’s shorts.

Vanessa turned her head from looking at the beach to looking at Megan but Megan was talking with Chloë and Sienna about something. Art, it sounded like.

Vanessa then had to suppress a surprised gasp when Megan moved her hand to cover the crotch of Vanessa’s shorts. Megan pressed firmly against Vanessa’s center through the fabric and then began rubbing her fingers in slow circles. Biting her bottom lip, Vanessa looked around at the others. Across from her, on the other side of the fire pit, Abby and Kat were engaged in a conversation about Kat’s brother. Chloë and Megan, meanwhile, were listening to Sienna talk about the differences between the various styles of tattoo art.

Vanessa’s clit was pulsing as Megan continued pressing against it and her panties were now damp. It was all she could do to keep a neutral expression on her face as the build-up of pleasure in her core kept increasing.

After another minute or two, Megan, as quick as a thief, slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of Vanessa’s shorts, forcing Vanessa to take a quick intake of breath which thankfully went unnoticed. Almost of their own accord, Vanessa’s legs parted under the blanket, granting easier access to the exploring fingers. In a moment, her panties were pulled aside and Vanessa began shivering when Megan’s fingers now touched the slickness of her center and played, brushing gently against Vanessa’s clit, teasing Vanessa’s opening, promising to push inside and claim her.

Because she didn’t think it would look natural if she just sat stock still like she was currently doing, Vanessa picked up her smartphone, turned it on and pretended to look at it, hoping that the fact that her hand was trembling would not be noticed by anyone.

Nothing to see here folks! Just a woman checking notifications on her phone and—oh fuck!

Two arousal-coated fingers had just gently pushed inside Vanessa forcing her to use more willpower than she ever had used before to not to moan in pleasure. Hot heat spread from Vanessa’s pussy in two directions, down her legs and up her spine. Her climax started building and, in the meantime, she felt more of her juices flooding her inner walls, seeping out around Megan’s fingers.

It was at this moment that Abby loudly called for Chloë’s attention to ask about something. Vanessa had no ability at this point to comprehend exactly what Abby wanted, all she knew was that both Chloë’s and Sienna’s attention was now on Abby, not Megan. Vanessa took advantage of this and placed her free hand on top of Megan’s. Megan whipped her head around to look at Vanessa.

Vanessa brought her head closer to Megan’s.

“You’re going to make me come,” Vanessa whispered.

“And?” Megan asked in that no-nonsense voice she used when she expected obedience.

Vanessa had to shut her eyes and take a breath as her clit pulsed strongly at Megan’s demeanor.

“And there are a lot of people around,” she said.

Megan narrowed her eyes.

“Well then, I suggest you do it quietly,” she whispered matter-of-factly. “In the meantime, let go of my hand. Now!”

Vanessa almost came right then.

She did as she was told and immediately Megan resumed gently fucking her. It was all Vanessa could do to keep her eyes open for another panicked look around the deck as her pussy teetered closer and closer to the brink of no return. Surely everyone knew what was going on, right? A woman could not give another woman this kind of pleasure without everyone within fifty yards being aware, right?

But no one was paying them the slightest mind. In fact, the four other women were focused on something Abby was showing them on her phone.

Megan brought her lips closer to Vanessa’s ear.