by Sabrina Kane
“Nah,” Krissy said. “The single life for me, please. There are just too many beautiful and gay women in Southern California for me to tie myself down to just one.” She took another sip. “Perhaps if I lived in Minnesota or one of those Dakota states where the options are severely limited. I’d probably marry the first lesbian who shaved her legs.”
Ainsley laughed. Krissy was the definition of the confirmed bachelorette and it was going to be interesting being in such close proximity to her friend and seeing the veritable cavalcade of women coming in and out of Krissy’s life.
“Anyway, I’ll see Rachel later,” Ainsley answered.
And, god, was she looking forward to it! She and Rachel hadn’t seen each other since Tuesday because of a combination of Ainsley being busy packing or being called into the hospital for one thing or another. Meanwhile, Rachel had also been busy either showing houses in the evenings or needing to be present for home inspections or even—on Thursday night—needing to drive all the way to San Luis Rey to deliver keys to a house.
Ainsley missed her. A lot. Like a lot. And the “informational” texts Rachel had been sending each morning since Tuesday, showing Ainsley which underwear Rachel had chosen to wear that day, were only making things worse. Especially yesterday’s pic. Good lord!
It had arrived yesterday morning while Ainsley was in her office going over a patient’s history on her laptop, prior to prepping for surgery.
FYI (the text began, like all the others)…today’s choice...
Ainsley had gasped at the close-up of Rachel’s breasts in a wire-free mesh bralette through which Rachel’s small, dark nipples were clearly visible. It had been too much for Ainsley. After three days of not even being able to kiss Rachel, a pic like that had suddenly sent her mind spinning in all sorts of lascivious directions—not ideal considering she had had a peripheral vascular bypass to perform.
So, once she had told Kyle, her assistant, that she didn’t want to be disturbed until she had gone over all the patient’s records, she unfastened her slacks, slid her hand inside her panties and began by slowly edging her clit while staring at the image in Rachel’s text message, thinking about how those nipples felt in her mouth, the way they got hard so quickly, lengthening when they did so. She thought of that beyond-sexy way Rachel moaned when they were sucked and the way Rachel grunted when they were bitten with just the right amount of force.
When Ainsley had stopped edging and attacked her clit with the pad of her middle finger, she went over the precipice fast, biting her bottom lip as she came, trying hard not to breathe too loudly or make any other sounds lest Kyle hear as her pussy unleashed its pent-up needs.
“By the way,” Krissy said, interrupting Ainsley’s musings, “I think Charlotte is pretty miserable.”
“You mean more than usual?” Ainsley quipped.
“Yeah,” Krissy stated. “She and I spent some time talking in the parking lot after volleyball on Sunday. She and Georgia are not happy at all.”
Ainsley looked at her friend.
“Seriously?” Ainsley really had no idea. Charlotte had made no mention of her marriage being on the rocks. “I didn’t know.”
Krissy looked at her and shrugged.
“She probably didn’t want to intrude on your newfound happiness with Rachel.”
Ainsley’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s ridiculous!” she exclaimed.
Again Krissy shrugged.
“We’re women, Ains,” she said. “Anyway, I thought you should know.”
Ainsley sighed, resolving to call Charlotte as soon as possible. She hoped her friend was okay and she made a promise to herself to dedicate more time to Charlotte, even if it was just phone calls. She hated that it always seemed to be a default by-product of starting a new relationship that existing friendships got pushed to the back-burner for a while. Charlotte may be a cynical, glass-half-empty person prone to complaining about sunny days or rainbows, but she meant a lot to Ainsley.
“Thanks for telling me,” Ainsley said. A moment later, her phone started ringing with Rachel’s ringtone.
“Hey,” Ainsley answered.
“Hey! You busy?”
Ainsley smirked.
“Oh yeah. Super busy! Krissy and I aren’t just sitting here on my new floor drinking wine and waiting for little elves to come unpack my boxes.”
Rachel laughed.
“Well, tell Krissy I have a medical emergency,” she said.
Ainsley sat up straighter, her heart and clit beating. She checked her Apple watch.
“I thought you had a showing in, like, twenty minutes.”
“They cancelled!” Rachel replied in a sing-song voice which sounded odd considering a cancellation for a realtor meant a potential loss of income.
“That’s fantastic!” Ainsley replied, already getting up.
“I know!”
“Be there in ten!” Ainsley ended the call.
Krissy, still sitting on the floor was laughing.
“I take it you’re done with moving for the day?” she asked.
***
“Fuck, I see you’re ready for me!” Ainsley gasped when Rachel answered the door wearing only panties and a cami top, minus a bra. Then, they were kissing hungrily even before the door shut completely, Ainsley’s hand immediately coming to Rachel’s front and palming a breast over the fabric of the shirt. In response, Rachel not only moaned but lifted her right leg and wrapped it around Ainsley’s hip thus allowing Ainsley’s thigh to press against Rachel’s center.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much!” Rachel muttered a second before Ainsley silenced her again with another kiss.
“Careful,” Ainsley said, pressing her thigh more firmly against Rachel’s sex, feeling the heat from the woman’s core on her skin. “I might start thinking all you want me for is sex.”
Rachel, who was kissing Ainsley’s neck, paused long enough to say, “Right now that is all I want you for.”
“And I’m perfectly fine with that,” Ainsley replied.
“Come on!”
Lowering her leg, Rachel took Ainsley’s hand and started leading her through the house. At first, Ainsley was confused when they walked right past the hallway which led to Rachel’s bedroom; but then confusion turned to excitement when Rachel marched Ainsley straight through the kitchen and to the French doors leading to the backyard.
“It’s too nice today to be stuck inside,” Rachel said, yanking open one of the doors and pulling Ainsley into her backyard.
They headed straight for the outdoor furniture set Rachel had arranged in the middle of the yard beneath a pergola.
When Rachel laid down on a cushioned Adirondack-style chaise longue, pulling Ainsley down on top of her, Ainsley decided that the “medical emergency” Rachel needed to be treated for was a common one among certain redheaded real estate agents in Southern California. The ailment was characterized by the lack of her mouth on Rachel’s breast.
The cure, of course, was very simple.
Aggressively, she pulled down both straps of Rachel’s cami top, freeing both breasts. She almost growled at seeing them bare.
“I’ve been obsessed with these since yesterday,” she said, lowering her head and feeling a little woozy once Rachel’s left nipple was in her mouth, hard and erect, and her mouth was able to play with it, suckling it, giving the tip quick flicks with her tongue.
Rachel moaned, loudly, often…upping the volume when Ainsley moved to her right breast. Meanwhile, Ainsley’s center was warm, tingling and slick with arousal; and her own nipples were aching and hard also.
After leaving a hickey on the side of Rachel’s breast, she stood and began removing her clothes. She wanted to be nude out here with Rachel, out in the open of the backyard, fucking her girlfriend under the cloudless sky on this unseasonably warm March 1st day. She moaned a bit after removing her shorts and underwear, when the fresh air encountered her wet folds. The cooling sensation made her clit jump and made
her even hungrier for what was about to happen.
Rachel, meanwhile, had also removed her panties and the cami top and was now completely naked on the chaise, an absolute vision which Ainsley’s eyes devoured.
Ainsley’s breasts wanted some attention by now and so, straddling Rachel’s midsection, Ainsley lowered her torso until Rachel’s mouth was able to reach one of her dangling nipples.
“Oh my god,” she breathed when she felt the warmth and wetness of Rachel’s mouth on her sensitive flesh. The sensitivity made Ainsley realize—even now—that her period must be around the corner. Well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. In the meantime, the extra sensation was amping her up even more, especially since Rachel was by no means being gentle. She was sucking hard and Ainsley threw her head back, drawing in breath through her clenched teeth at the pain/pleasure shooting through her.
“Yes!” she whined. “Fuck yes!”
Then Rachel reached up, grabbed both of Ainsley’s hanging breasts, mashed them together and brought both nipples into her mouth. Now, Ainsley let out a guttural moan as her two near-period-sensitive nipples were simultaneously worked on in Rachel’s mouth, the redhead flicking their tips rapidly with her tongue which was causing shooting sensations of pleasure direct to Ainsley’s core.
Ainsley gasped as she felt the inside of her pussy contract and gasped again when she felt a dollop of her arousal squeezed out and onto Rachel’s flesh. She needed Rachel to be tasting all of that…and she needed to be tasting Rachel.
Reluctantly pulling her chest away from her girlfriend’s mouth, Ainsley quickly turned herself around and straddled Rachel and the chaise again, this time positioning her pussy over Rachel’s head and slowly lowering it until…
“Fuck, Rachel!” she couldn’t help shouting when she felt Rachel’s tongue slide along her folds. The neighbors probably heard that, she considered, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Besides, at this point, she really didn’t fucking care. Let them peer over their fences to see what all the commotion was about; let them watch; let them ogle. The pleasure coursing through her right now, caused by Rachel’s tongue poking at her sensitive entrance made Ainsley not give a fuck about anything.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet!” Ainsley mewled at the sight of Rachel’s smooth, pink, swollen and wet pussy. The woman’s clit was so large now, just begging to sucked! And right before her very eyes, Ainsley saw Rachel’s entrance spasm briefly just before a clear stream of arousal dribbled out.
“Oh my fuck!” Ainsley uttered and then brought her face and mouth down to that prize, lapping at Rachel’s entrance to try to catch as much of that nectar as possible. She felt Rachel begin trembling beneath her. She heard Rachel moan against her pussy. She felt her face become covered in Rachel’s essence as she ate her out.
Ainsley then inserted her middle finger into her girlfriend. Then her index finger. She fucked those two in and out a few times while raking her teeth along Rachel’s shaved mound.
“Oh fuck, baby!” Rachel muttered, her voice muffled because like a good girlfriend, she was still lavishing attention on Ainsley’s tingling pussy with her mouth.
Each time Ainsley pulled her fingers out before plunging them back in, she would see how covered they were with Rachel’s creamy arousal and that sight alone was helping bring the inevitable closer and closer.
She decided to add her ring finger now. Rachel’s entrance stretched to accommodate it while inside, Rachel’s walls shaped themselves around the three fingers as they were pumped in and out by Ainsley.
With her girlfriend properly stuffed, Ainsley finally brought her lips to that swollen clit and surrounded it. The clit was hard and pulsing and Rachel’s form was now practically vibrating as Ainsley circled the bud with her tongue while sucking on it.
Meanwhile, both of Rachel’s hands were squeezing Ainsley’s ass cheeks hard while Rachel also ran her tongue over Ainsley’s clit. The two women were now moaning and grunting together, their mouths never leaving one another’s pussies as these sounds were made.
The telltale build-up of pressure of unreleased delight beneath her mound and the fluttering inside her passage told Ainsley it wouldn’t be long now. She wondered who would come first or would they both miraculously come together.
In the end, it was Rachel who came undone first. A high-pitched squeal from the redhead preceded by milliseconds the clenching and convulsing of Rachel’s pussy around those three fingers Ainsley still had inside her. Ainsley gave Rachel’s clit a few more swipes and then yanked her fingers out and then…
With Rachel’s pussy now unblocked by the fingers, come just spurted out of her with the violence of the climax, splashing against Ainsley’s face, spraying the cushion of the chaise. That sight, combined with what Rachel was still doing to her with that gorgeous mouth of hers made Ainsley explode.
Mindful that they were outside, Ainsley tried to keep as quiet as possible but it had been four days since she and Rachel had fucked and her girlfriend had just squirted. Add to that the fact that they were out in the quasi-public of Rachel’s backyard?
Quiet was not an option.
Ainsley’s orgasm was shocking in its intensity, making her start to buck atop of Rachel as she started screaming with the release of all that pleasure. She gagged herself with Rachel’s pussy, pressing her mouth against it and trying to drink as much of Rachel’s juices as she could while simultaneously letting out muffled sounds of delight.
The climax tore through her relentlessly, making Ainsley’s face numb, her pussy spasming rapidly, her passage full of a warm liquid that was streaming out into Rachel’s still very attentive mouth.
“Oh shit, I’m coming again!” Rachel suddenly whispered while Ainsley was still in the throes of her first. Ainsley gently licked around Rachel’s clit while her girlfriend succumbed to this new climax. Rachel did let out a loud shout before apparently having the same idea as Ainsley and deciding to muffle her sounds by burying her face into Ainsley’s sex which was only now recovering from its recent explosion.
Ainsley moaned happily.
Much better than unpacking.
Chapter 25
It started on Tuesday with a bra which Ainsley had left on the dining room table.
Rachel, after coming home early from a looking at a property a couple wanted her to sell for them, noticed the bra almost right away because, well, a bra on a dining room table was an unusual sight to see.
It might have made sense had the bra been A: removed from Ainsley by Rachel in a torrent of passion and then B: flung away without caring where it landed—in this case, the dining room table. But Ainsley had been out of commission since Monday, when her period started and so there had been no bra-flinging torrents of passion.
It continued on Wednesday when Ainsley left for the hospital early that morning, leaving behind dirty dishes for Rachel to discover on the coffee table when she woke up a bit later.
On Thursday evening, it was a pile of Ainsley’s dirty clothes, left in a heap in the bathroom after Ainsley had showered.
By then, Rachel had enough.
Ainsley had been staying with her until the doctor could find the time and energy to get her own house in order by unpacking all those boxes and arranging her furnishings. At first, Rachel had been delighted. She genuinely loved having Ainsley around. Even though sex had been curtailed until after Ainsley’s period was done, it didn’t matter. They cooked together, they talked about the days they each had, they complained about people who annoyed them—patients, doctors and nurses for Ainsley; dumb-ass clients like Mr. Crawley for Rachel. They shared more about themselves with each other during long talks and just continued growing their friendship.
Ainsley usually fell asleep with her head in Rachel’s lap while they watched TV and then, once they were in bed, Rachel simply loved how they drifted off to unconsciousness holding each other, each taking turns being the big spoon.
In fact, by Thursday, Rachel was thinking that
the sexual hiatus brought about by Ainsley’s period was a good thing. It was forcing her to remove sex from the equation when considering not only their relationship but also this remarkable turn her life had taken. Without the prospect of mind-blowing multiple orgasms each night, Rachel had been able, over the past few days, to simply focus on what it was like being in a relationship with a woman outside of the sex—and if she liked it.
The answer was yes.
She had never felt this kind of easiness before whenever she’d spent this much time with a man; this sense of being connected to a kindred soul. Nor had she ever developed the kind of friendship with a man that she had with Ainsley. It was that variable which made the intimacy her and Ainsley shared that much more meaningful to Rachel.
The point was, if Ainsley’s period lasted another week—god forbid—Rachel knew she would still enjoy being part of this couple and still feel her heart beat just a little bit faster every time she laid eyes on her girlfriend.
That being said…Rachel was getting a little fed up right now.
Scooping up the pile of Ainsley’s clothes, she left the bathroom and discovered her girlfriend on the bed in her pjs, sitting cross-legged and brushing her hair.
“Would you please stop doing this?” Rachel said, standing before the bed.
Ainsley stopped brushing.
“Doing what?”
“This!” Rachel answered, holding out the pile of clothes as if presenting them to the woman in her bed.
Ainsley rolled her eyes and resumed brushing.
“I would have gotten to it, Rach,” she sighed.
“When?”
“I don’t know! Jeez! Whenever!”
“Well, try to make ‘whenever’ sooner next time,” Rachel said. She started walking the bundle of clothes towards the walk-in closet, where the clothes hamper was.
“Wait!”
Rachel turned to see Ainsley scrambling off the bed and stomping over to her.
“I’ll do that,” Ainsley said, snatching the dirty clothes out of Rachel’s hand. “Don’t want you feeling like you’re cleaning up after me…”