Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance Page 23

  Inside the master bathroom, Amy wasted no time. Sally’s cardigan sweater was pulled over her head and tossed away. The same for the vintage Pet Shop Boys T-shirt Sally had on underneath. After reaching behind her and unclasping Sally’s black bra and pulling it off her shoulders, Amy started disrobing herself, while Sally shucked off her jeans.

  Once they were both nude, Amy pressed herself against Sally. They were both sticky and little grimy. Amy knew that was because of the sweat caused by the terror of the flight. Running her hands up Sally’s back, Amy nuzzled her face into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck and inhaled deeply. A musky, sweaty aroma tinged with perfume filled her nostrils and revved Amy up even more. She brought her hands down and squeezed Sally’s ass hard, possessively.

  Mine!

  They entered the shower. Sally had a magnificent shower! It was every woman’s dream: Dark grey stone walls with a rainfall shower head and wall jets, and soon they were both enveloped by spraying water, both from above and from the sides. And now Amy’s hands were all over Sally, sliding over the wet flesh, tangling in her wet hair. They kissed for who knows how long, just standing there under the sprays until Amy had enough of the kindergarten stuff. Life was too short for the kindergarten stuff. Carefully, she pressed Sally against one of the shower walls and then dropped to her knees.

  Sally protested. She wanted to clean down there first. But Amy cut the discussion short by instantly locking her lips onto Sally’s clit.

  “Oh my fucking god!” Sally called out as she grabbed Amy’s head and tilted her pelvis tighter against Amy’s mouth, her protests apparently forgotten.

  Amy adjusted herself so her tongue could go everywhere between Sally’s legs, lapping it all. Yes, Sally’s sex was more pungent than usual but it was only fueling Amy’s desire. It was the pungency of her woman and she wanted to inhale and taste it all. Her tongue detected the tang of arousal leaking out between the pink lips and Amy darted in further, earning grunts and moans from above. After coating her tongue properly, Amy returned to the engorged clit. Sally started rocking her pelvis and instantly they had a rhythm going—a rhythm of rocking and sucking, rocking and sucking.

  “Fuck, Amy!” Sally growled. “Fuck!”

  They continued. Rocking and sucking. Rocking and sucking. And then…

  “I’m gonna come!...Unnnggh!”

  Inside her mouth, Amy felt Sally’s clit jump, then she felt Sally’s juices coat her chin, only to be washed away too quickly by the shower spray; then she felt Sally’s fingers clutch harder at her hair as the orgasm took possession of the woman she was eating out.

  When those first shudders of climax passed, Amy rose up and turned the trembling Sally around, pressing her arm against Sally’s shoulder. The message was clear: Don’t fucking move!

  She ran her hand down the cleft of Sally’s glistening, wet ass, found her pussy and easily slid three fingers inside.

  “Oh fuck yes!” Sally grunted and pushed her ass back, driving the fingers in deeper. Amy started biting Sally’s shoulders as she fucked her fingers in and out of the tight pussy. Her own center was a faucet by now; she could feel the sticky liquid dripping from her inner passage, spend the briefest of moments on her thighs and then get sprayed away by the shower.

  Sally came undone a second time, a lusty yell emanating from deep inside her chest. Amy held her fingers still inside the woman as Sally’s pussy spasmed around them. When it was over, Sally quick as flash lifted her pussy off Amy’s hand and spun around. Amy almost came just seeing the lust in her girlfriend’s eyes.

  “Your turn,” Sally ordered.

  Amy gave a yelp of surprise when suddenly she found herself pressed against the wall, Sally behind her, the aggressor now.

  “And what if I resist?” Amy teasingly asked.

  Her answer came in the form of a sharp spank, the sting of it heightened because the flesh of her ass was so wet. From Sally’s hand, that sting radiated right to her core and her clit pulsed three times, bringing her right to the verge.

  “Still resisting…” she said through clenched teeth, earning her another spank, the pain making her gasp in pleasure, making her feel alive. A third spank quickly followed and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “For being sassy,” Sally whispered in her ear before biting the lobe.

  “Fuck me!” Amy begged. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Please!”

  And then…bliss! Fingers slid inside, stretching her, curling and flexing as they were worked in and out.

  “Oh my god, baby!” Amy screeched. She brought her own hand to her clit. It was like touching a live wire but she rubbed it furiously and made incoherent sounds when she exploded with her first orgasm, feeling as if everything below her waist was going to pour right out of her. She screamed against the wet shower wall as Sally continued pistoning the fingers in and out and she continued rubbing her electric button, bringing the second climax forth.

  It shattered her.

  A flash of pink light burst behind her eyelids and she felt herself rise up on her toes precariously.

  “BAY-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she shouted at her maximum volume. The intense pleasure shot through every vein in her form, so strongly that even while in the throes of the orgasm, it frightened her a little because she was certain something inside her was going to disintegrate or some vital organ would burst. And it just kept going. Wave after wave after wave…pulsing through her, pure light and orgasmic joy taking possession of her, making her feel like she was going to melt and flow down the shower drain.

  As it was, her legs gave out. Despite Sally pressing her against the wall, Amy could no longer remain upright and as her screams turned to moans, she started sliding down the wall, Sally following, never taking her fingers out of her pussy.

  And there they lay for several minutes, on the shower’s floor, the rain-like water falling on their nude forms, both of them breathing hard, recovering, seemingly content to remain there all night.

  ***

  “I think that’s a record for us,” Amy gasped quite some time later. They’d been at it for hours now and she had just regained the ability to speak after coming yet again thanks to Sally’s expert tongue. When they had gotten home, it had been light; now it was dark; the deep dark of deep night.

  “Almost dying will do that to you,” Sally said, flopping down on the mattress next to Amy.

  Amy nodded. Sally wasn’t wrong. Ever since they had gotten back to Sally’s condo from the airport, Amy had had this insatiable desire for her girlfriend. Of course, ever since they had gotten together, Amy had always had been lustful for Sally—the woman was a sexy goddess in her eyes. But this went far beyond the norm. She wanted Sally now on a level that was akin to what a woman who hasn’t eaten in two or three days feels when suddenly presented with a buffet of food. And tonight, Amy had metaphorically devoured Sally. There wasn’t a part of the woman Amy’s mouth hadn’t touched. She had sucked on each of Sally’s perfectly lacquered toes; had licked and kissed her way up each of Sally’s legs—back and front; had probed Sally’s navel with her tongue; had raked her teeth along Sally’s arms; had bitten Sally’s ass, back, shoulders, neck; had kissed her eyelids; had sucked on those gorgeous pastel pink nipples and, of course, had eaten her out God knows how many times since they’d gotten out of the shower.

  Shifting on the bed now to face Sally, she winced.

  “Problem?” Sally asked.

  Amy smiled.

  “Good problem. My nipples are sore. You really went to town on them tonight.”

  Sally smiled back.

  “How could I not?” she asked.

  “You really do like my boobs, don’t you?” Amy inquired.

  Biting her lip, Sally reached over and gently ran the pad of her thumb over Amy’s left nipple. Her touch was magic. There was no soreness under her thumb, just tingles of excitement.

  “I think they’re perfect,” Sally said. “Honestly.”

  God, this woman…

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sp; “I had a girlfriend once who suggested I get them done,” Amy told her, remembering Lizette.

  Sally frowned.

  “Well, that’s pretty selfish. And dumb. I mean, no offense, but it’s pretty obvious you have small boobs; but my point is, if you’re a woman who likes big boobs, why go out with the chick without them?”

  “That’s what I thought!” Amy exclaimed.

  Sally scootched closer.

  “When I first laid eyes on you in that coffeeshop and saw your whole body…well, let’s just say that I knew one night I’d be making your nipples really sore.”

  Amy laughed.

  “You’re lying!”

  “No, I’m not, I swear! I think every single fucking inch of you is sexy, babe. Especially these.” And Sally cupped Amy’s left breast, giving it a tender squeeze.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing!” Amy gasped.

  “So are you. In fact, I think we’re amazing together.”

  Amy let out a satisfied purr as Sally’s thumb once more began stroking her nipple.

  “Especially when we’re in bed,” she whispered. “But…I don’t want you thinking that’s all I think we’re amazing at,” she quickly added.

  “I know,” Sally said. “But it’s a good thing for a couple to be amazing at.”

  Unbelievably, Amy’s core was flooding again. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible after all the fun they’d just had—that her body couldn’t produce any more lubrication. But it was happening.

  Sally must have sensed it because now her nipple was being pinched softly. Amy knew Sally was being considerate because she had told her that her nipples were sore but this was no time for consideration.

  “Harder,” Amy murmured, staring at Sally with lidded eyes which quickly shut when her request was granted and the pain-pleasure was felt. “Mmmmm,” she hummed.

  Soon they were kissing, softly at first and then with their usual hunger. Soon after that, Sally was on top of her, her thigh pressing against Amy’s sex, giving Amy a surface to grind her clit against. Sally’s slightly larger breasts were hanging down, her nipples grazing Amy’s and every time their hard buds connected, Amy felt an electric jolt.

  “I can’t get enough of you!” Amy grunted, staring into the eyes of the woman above her while she rocked her hips, simultaneously coating Sally’s thigh with her essence and getting closer to yet another orgasm.

  “Me neither,” Sally gasped. “After what happened…”

  “I know! Oh my god, Sally!”

  Amy felt that familiar pressure building up beneath her hairless mound.

  “Eyes on me, baby,” Sally whispered.

  Amy nodded.

  “Yes!”

  It was an effort, but when she came Amy kept her eyes locked on Sally’s and she could swear that something mystical happened then; that there was a transfer of spiritual energy between them as her spasming pussy again became an epicenter of ecstasy and pumped out her come onto Sally’s leg. Somehow, their souls connected and entwined during this climax and Amy knew that Sally felt it as well.

  She knew this would happen. That’s why she told me to keep my eyes open…

  Chapter 38

  “Very funny,” Sally said two days later, on Monday, walking into Max’s house. It was just after three p.m.; Sally had left work a little early today but hadn’t felt like going home to her empty condo, and because Amy was going to be at her job until a little past five and then meet with her friend Rachel for happy hour, she decided to pay Max a visit to thank him for the bouquet of flowers she was now holding.

  He had sent the flowers to her office earlier, with a card reading “Glad you’re not dead.”

  Max laughed.

  “Well, I am glad you’re not dead,” he said. “My life would be quieter but a lot duller were you to perish.”

  “I love you too,” Sally said after sticking out her tongue.

  “Why didn’t you just leave them at the office?” he asked as they headed towards the living room.

  “No, I want Amy to see them,” Sally said. It really was a beautiful bouquet and Sally could already imagine it on her coffee table.

  Max offered to make her a drink.

  “Yes, please,” Sally answered. “Whatever it was that you made Amy last time.”

  A few minutes later, he joined her on the couch and handed her the white, creamy cocktail. For himself, he had a splash of Scotch in a glass.

  “So, how are you feeling?” he asked, after clinking glasses with her. “You two didn’t talk much the other day.”

  This was true. During the ride to Carlsbad from John Wayne International Airport, Sally and Amy had sat huddled together in the back seat of Max’s Mercedes, just holding onto each other, not saying anything, both of them trying to process what they had just gone through. To his credit, Max hadn’t pressed and simply played the role of chauffeur.

  Sally thought about the answer to his question.

  She had been right; she had had nightmares the past two nights. But each time a bad dream had woken her up and her mind finally realized that, no, she wasn’t trapped inside a burning airplane or that, no, she wasn’t feeling herself being torn apart as the plane smashed into the ground, Sally had looked over and seen Amy lying next to her and instantly felt better.

  If it had been any other woman, Sally was certain that she would have still felt comforted knowing someone was beside her in bed at those moments. But any other woman would have been just that: any other woman. What Sally knew now was that Amy was not any other woman. After being certain at one point just two days ago that she and everyone else on the plane was about to die, Sally knew now that it was Amy she wanted as she enjoyed this second chance at life they’d been given.

  “I feel a little better each day,” she told Max now. “Being back at work helps. And talking to my Mom yesterday was actually helpful also.”

  “Talking to your mother usually gives you hives,” Max pointed out.

  “I know, but…it was nice hearing how concerned she was. Well, until she suggested that I go see a psychologist friend of hers who specializes in trauma survival and who just so happens to have a lesbian daughter who’s single.”

  “Your mother knows a lot of people with unattached lesbian daughters,” Max remarked.

  “I know! She’d probably make more than she does as a surgeon if she created an app for meddling mothers to find dates for their gay daughters.” She took a sip from the delicious drink. “Anyway…this is going to sound so cliché but I really do have a greater appreciation for life now. And for time! Like today, for instance; I could’ve stayed at the office longer! I have a bunch of shit to do! But I knew it could fucking wait until tomorrow.”

  “Good girl,” Max said, tapping her knee. “Don’t wait until you’re my age before you stop to smell the roses.”

  “Definitely not,” Sally agreed. Then, she decided to open up about something else. Lisa was the wrong person to have this talk with, though Sally had considered it earlier today. And her mother was certainly the wrong person. No, Max was who she needed.

  “The Incident also made me realize something,” she began.

  “That the oxygen masks actually work in first class?” Max asked.

  Sally laughed.

  “No,” she said. “It made me realize that Amy is the one.”

  Max stared intently at her as he took another sip of his Scotch.

  “Well, say something!” Sally demanded. “I told you that because I want your opinion.”

  “Okay…” Max started. “Why would almost dying on an airplane make you realize that?”

  “Because now that I’m going through all this I-really-appreciate-life stuff, I realize that one of the things I really appreciate is Amy. And I don’t want to imagine her ever being out of my life.”

  Max didn’t say anything and Sally grew exasperated.

  “Max, I want you attack this! I want you to poke holes in it! Make me look at it differently!”

  T
he truth was, that even though Sally was certain about her feelings for Amy, they frightened her. It was only a little more than three weeks ago that they went on their first date! What was happening to her? Where was Sensible Sally? Because this didn’t seem sensible! Where was the Sally who had said “I love you” to only two women in her life because she always wanted to make sure a relationship was going to “stick” and had always felt justified in that approach because most of her relationships hadn’t stuck.

  Max sighed, but he also put an expression on his face that Sally recognized, knowing it meant he was thinking about a matter seriously.

  “Okay,” he began. “Well, my first thought is that it seems pretty quick.”

  Sally nodded.

  “I already thought about that. It hasn’t changed anything. I feel like I’ve known her half my life even though it’s only been less than a month.”

  “Okay,” Max began again. “How about this? You and her just shared a traumatic experience. Maybe that’s clouding your judgement.”

  Sally nodded.

  “Good point,” she said, curling her leg under her on the couch. “But…think about this! That can go both ways, right? I could have walked away from the emergency landing looking at Amy and thinking, ‘I super appreciate life so much more now! Why do I want to waste it with Amy?’”

  Max furrowed his brow.

  “That actually makes sense,” he said.

  “You always seem so surprised when I make sense,” Sally responded.

  “Because I often am. Anyway, what about that dry spell you kept complaining to me about? Amy is your first girlfriend in a while. Maybe you’re just overly happy about that or something.”

  Sally nodded.

  “Fine. But, Max, I’ve had dry spells before—not as bad, but still. And Amy…And Amy isn’t just another girlfriend.”

  How to explain this? Especially to a man?

  Sally’s eyes widened. That was it! Max wasn’t just another man! He was Jillian Ashley! Forget about wanting him to poke holes in what she was feeling for Amy! Right now, she wanted him to understand!