A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Chloë nodded.

“Right. It’s a sapphic tradition. See, when two women kiss for the first time, the ki

sser—that’s you—has to make the kissee—that’s me—pancakes. I think it goes back to, like, ancient Greece or something.”

Chloë could barely contain her laughter as she watched Morgan’s face while her former teacher tried to determine if Chloë was telling the truth. Finally, though, Chloë couldn’t contain it any longer and let a snorted snicker escape.

“Oh my god, you are so stupid!” Morgan howled, laughing and giving Chloë a playful smack on the arm.

Chapter 14

Pancakes sounded yummy, and so Morgan actually made some for them both and then they tackled putting together the Ikea console table, Morgan taking a more active role in the assembly this time as a way to distract herself from wanting to keep kissing her guest.

Chloë left soon after and when it came time to say goodnight at the front door, Morgan couldn’t help but stare at those lovely pink lips. But Chloë, apparently sensing what was on Morgan’s mind, very gallantly stuck out her hand instead.

“Until our date, Miss Banks,” the younger woman had said.

Laughing, Morgan shook the proffered hand.

“Until our date, Miss Marchand.”

They had agreed to meet for dinner tomorrow evening. Chloë swore she knew the best tapas restaurant in the county and even offered to pick Morgan up for their date.

“Since, you know, I’m the one with all the experience dating women,” she had jibed.

When Chloë was gone, Morgan realized just how exhausted she was. It had been a long day: up early to get some grading done before school started; the marathon shopping session at Ikea; helping Chloë put together the Ikea stuff and, oh yeah, the fact that she had kissed a woman for the first time. It was nearly eleven o’clock and she was physically and emotionally drained, so upstairs to get ready for bed she went.

But twenty minutes later, in her comfy pjs, the comforter pulled up tight around her, she found it impossible to settle her mind. At first, she attributed it to the two kisses she had shared with Chloë. They were, after all, small but momentous events in her life. However, after a while, she realized that it was more than that keeping her awake.

She was horny.

Jeez, when did I come last?

It took a moment to remember but she determined that it had been over a week now, since before the night of the coffee tasting. And now, her body was telling her it needed release otherwise she was going to be up all night.

Morgan’s go-to scenario for giving herself a quick climax was imagining some well-endowed guy taking her from behind for a fast and rough pounding. But she realized now that she only used that scenario or others like it because that’s all she ever knew—straight sex involving a man doing things to her with the equipment men have.

But now she wondered…

What if she replaced the man with a woman?

The thought made her heart flutter and she was surprised to feel other parts of her body respond favorably.

Okay…

Reaching down, she shimmied out of the pajama shorts she was wearing and then lightly ran the fingers of her right hand along her inner right thigh, close to the hem of her panties. Closing her eyes, she tentatively allowed the image of a beautiful woman enter her mind. At first, she tried to keep the woman generic—just a plain-vanilla gorgeous woman you might see on a magazine cover or hosting the evening news. But that wasn’t really working. It was as if the tingles she expected from having her hand between her legs, near her center, were being held back.

I’m a woman; I need details.

Details. Okay.

There was a woman Morgan had seen at the gas station yesterday, pumping gas into her Land Rover on the opposite side of the pump Morgan was using to fill up her Civic. Surreptitiously, Morgan had watched her. Long blonde hair, dark sunglasses, full lips. She was toned, very fit, wearing yoga shorts that her ass had looked fabulous in and a crop top that her boobs had looked fabulous in. Morgan had remembered thinking that she could be the poster woman for California.

Morgan pictured her now, imagining running her hands along her ass while kissing her, a sensation she was now familiar with, amazingly, and which she could now incorporate into the fantasy.

The tingles came forward now. Morgan moved her hand so that her fingers were now playing over the crotch of her panties.

She wanted more. More than tingles.