Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

That was almost too easy. Sally had known which one would catch Amy’s eye the instant Adilah had set them all down.

“That one,” Sally said, pointing to a platinum swirl tension ring with a dazzling pear-shaped diamond.

Amy looked up at her, beaming her megawatt smile.

“How did you know?”

“That swirl design. It’s got energy and movement,” Sally answered. “That’s the ring of a woman whose blood is seventy-five percent caffeine and who sleep two hours a night.”

Amy giggled.

“You’re silly,” she said.

“But right. Your turn.”

Amy rolled her eyes.

“No brainer!”

“Is that right? How so?”

“Well, you’re an artist, and artists typically like things that aren’t traditional or expected…”

“Okaaaay…”

“And there’s a lot of non-traditional and unexpected rings on the table,” Amy went on.

“True,” Sally agreed with a nod.

Amy then pointed to a particular ring before saying, “But you also drive a BMW and your carry-on luggage is made by Coach, and so I’m going to choose the one with the big, fat honker of a diamond.”

***

In all her life, Sally had never seen such a perfect, pink, glistening and swollen pussy.

After their trip to the jewelry store—walking out with a new bracelet for Sally and a new necklace for Amy—they decided to head back to the hotel to change clothes. What had started as a gorgeous morning had turned into a gray and drizzly afternoon and like typical Southern California women, neither Sally nor Amy was dressed for it.

Of course, in the privacy of their hotel room, with clothes being taken off with the intention of changing into warmer outfits, it was perhaps inevitable that they ended up in bed, completely nude, hands and mouths all over each other.

But Sally had taken control early, subduing Amy by topping her and then binding her wrists with the tights Amy had selected to change into but hadn’t gotten around to putting on.

“Complain once,” Sally had whispered into Amy’s ear, “and you won’t get to go down on me again until we get back to Carlsbad.”

That was an hour ago.

Since then, Sally had taken her time sucking and kneading Amy’s breasts, leaving new bite marks on her thighs and licking very softly, very carefully, around Amy’s pussy until Amy was now a gasping, moaning, quivering and compliant little pet, and her pussy was this perfect, pink, glistening and swollen work of art just inches from Sally’s face.

Sally puckered her lips and blew a soft breath on Amy’s sex.

It had the desired effect.

“Oh my fuck!” Amy shouted as her pussy, in reaction to the gust of breath, convulsed quickly three times and her clit visibly pulsed several times more. She groaned and Sally recognized it as the groan of a woman whose orgasm was right there but still unleashed. Amy’s hips gyrated, pushing her ass further into the mattress as she obviously tried to contend with the unreleased pleasure building up inside her.

Sally’s hand was under that ass, catching in her palm the tiny rivulets of clear arousal that had been streaming from Amy’s pussy for quite a while now.

“Oh my god, that was a big one, baby!” Sally said as her girlfriend’s center pushed out a particularly thick stream of lubrication. It was cloudier than what had come out before, a sure sign that the dam was about to burst.

“I’m so fucking close!” Amy moaned.