No More Wasted Time: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

“Now, I have a question for you,” she said. “Will you unzip me?”

Wrapping her arms around Krissy’s waist, Becca said, “I don’t know. I kind of like you in this dress.”

“Trust me, baby; you’ll like me a lot more out of it.”

They kissed. It was soft, done with the tenderness of two women who had said “I love you” to each other for the first time. But Becca knew that this softness and tenderness wasn’t going to last. Already, Krissy’s lips against hers were becoming more urgent, with Becca responding in kind, a growling moan working its way up from her throat.

She broke the kiss and spun Krissy around. Unzipping the dress at the back, Becca eased the garment off Krissy’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“Mmmmm,” she purred at what was revealed.

Krissy’s underwear tonight was spectacular. The pink satin and black lace strapless bra barely contained the breasts they were supposed to be holding, but that was obviously the point because the way the bra was pushing up those beautiful orbs increased Becca’s heartrate.

“Oh my god, sweetie,” she murmured, ghosting Krissy’s ear with her lips. From behind, she reached around and cupped Krissy’s breasts, their fullness heavy in her hands. With her fingertips, she pulled the fabric of both cups aside until Krissy’s nipples popped free. Brown, pebbled and stone-hard, Becca licked her lips at the sight of them before taking them both between her thumbs and forefingers and giving them a squeeze.

“Fuck…harder…” Krissy pleaded, and then sucked in air through clenched teeth when Becca obliged. Her years in the military and as a firefighter meant she had strong hands with fingers that could grip like a vise. She pinched again, a tad harder.

“Oh my fuck, yes!” Krissy muttered. “Becca, my baby…”

Keeping her left-hand fingers on the nipple they were gripping, Becca slid her right hand down Krissy’s flat midsection until she was cupping Krissy’s sex over the satin of the matching panties.

“Someone is excited,” Becca purred. The fabric beneath her hand was unmistakably damp.

“I’ve been wet all night, baby,” Krissy said softly. “Ever since seeing you in that dress. It looks so amazing on you!”

“Mm, I love how turned on you get for me,” Becca whispered, ever so lightly rubbing Krissy’s clit over the panties, Krissy trembling in response. She then slid her long middle finger further between Krissy’s legs and began pressing the crotch of the underwear between her girlfriend’s folds while sliding her finger up and down along the hidden slit.

“Oh fuck, I’m trying so hard not to come!” Krissy whined. She reached up behind her with both hands, clasping onto Becca’s dress at the shoulders. Using Becca’s body as leverage, she was able to thrust her pelvis forward more against Becca’s hand.

“You just lose control over me, don’t you?” Becca asked, nibbling an earlobe.

“You…have…no idea!” Krissy stammered out. “I’m…fucking…helpless around you!”

“You have the same effect on me, sweetie,” Becca whispered. This was true. Having Krissy as a lover had turned Becca into a perpetually turned-on woman who would crawl on her knees to kiss Krissy’s feet if Krissy so summoned her.

All of this foreplay was having an effect on Becca. Beneath her dress and in her own underwear, her pussy was slick and her clit throbbing.

“Let’s get into bed,” she said. However, when Krissy instantly started to make a move towards the bed, Becca snaked her left arm around her midsection and firmly held her in place.

“Not so fast,” Becca said. “First, let me thank you properly for dinner…”

She brought her finger back up to Krissy’s clit and started rubbing it with purpose over the satin. Through gritted teeth Krissy sucked in air and then let it out in a moan. Becca brought her mouth to Krissy’s shoulder, clamped her teeth on the soft flesh and bit.

“Oh fuck!” Krissy cried out. “Oh fuck!...Hold me up!”

Becca tightened her grip around her girlfriend’s midsection. Just in time…

“I’m coming! Oh, shit! I’m…”

Krissy began shaking against Becca and Becca thought it an athletic feat that the woman—still wearing her four-inch heels—didn’t lose her footing and collapse. But she remained standing and now Becca palmed her pussy, feeling it throb under the panties as it soaked them even more.

***

Becca, her legs spread wide, feet flat on the mattress, surrendered herself to the ministrations of Krissy’s tongue. Krissy was being playful tonight, taking her time. There wasn’t a part of Becca’s sex her tongue hadn’t licked. She had gone up the sides with the flat of it; she had split the folds with the tip of it; she had circled Becca’s aching clit gently with it.

The only thing she hadn’t done with her tongue was penetrate Becca with it. But that would have been impossible anyway.

Becca’s passage was currently occupied.