by Sabrina Kane
At eleven, she went to bed but couldn’t fall asleep, even after having had a couple of glasses of wine not too long ago. And she knew it wasn’t just the newness of this—still messy and disorganized—bedroom. She had never been one to have trouble falling asleep in new places. Being a doctor meant training yourself to get sleep when- and wherever you can. No, she was having trouble sleeping for another reason.
Rachel answered on the first ring, which told Ainsley that her girlfriend had also been awake.
“Hey, everything okay?” Rachel asked.
“Please come over and spend the first night in my new house with me,” Ainsley replied.
Chapter 27
“And she cooks!” Krissy said. “Has Ainsley cooked for you yet?”
“Not for me, per se; but we’ve cooked together,” Rachel informed Krissy from the back seat of Becca’s Jeep.
“That’s so cute,” Krissy insisted. She was turned around in the front passenger seat so she could more easily talk to Rachel. “You two are cute together.”
Becca rolled her eyes.
“Stop trying to marry them off already,” she chided Krissy.
Krissy sucked her teeth and looked at Becca.
“I’m not trying to marry them off; I’m just making sure Rach knows what a catch Ainsley is.” She returned her attention back to Rachel. “Oh, and by the way, I already went on and on to Ains about what a catch you are.”
Rachel laughed.
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
In the rearview mirror, she shared an amused look with Becca.
It was Sunday and they were driving down to Solana Beach together. This morning, Ainsley had been called in early to Scripps Memorial for an urgent surgical consultation but had said she’d still make the volleyball game and then suggested Rachel carpool with Becca and Krissy.
Last night, after Ainsley had called, Rachel had gone over to her house and their night together had been…incredible. But it hadn’t been incredible because they’d stayed up until the wee hours of the morning having multi-orgasmic sex. In fact, she and Ainsley didn’t even have sex.
Rachel had arrived already wearing her pjs (by then it was close to midnight), brushed her teeth and gotten into bed with Ainsley. Then, they had simply laid there for what seemed like hours but was probably only twenty minutes or so, facing each other, stroking one another’s hair, and not saying a word.
And Rachel had let Ainsley’s house reveal itself to her. The little noises, the not-uncomfortable chill in the bedroom and the way the bedroom was already beginning to smell a lot like the bedroom in Ainsley’s condo used to.
Eventually, Ainsley had whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
And Rachel had smiled and whispered back, “I’m so glad you wanted me here.”
And then they had fallen asleep and Rachel had slept soundly and deeply and when she woke up she had felt as if she was right where she belonged.
It had been…incredible. And a little scary.
“So, Becca, how did you end up a firefighter?” Rachel asked quickly now, as a way to divert the conversation from Krissy’s well-meaning attempts to ensure she never let Ainsley get away.
And so Becca told the story of how, when she was eight-years-old, she had seen an apartment building burning not far from her family’s house in Oceanside.
“There were actually two female firefighters in the brigade that responded,” Becca said. “And they were kicking ass! One of them even carried out—by herself—an unconscious victim from the building. I was hooked and I knew what I wanted to do with my life.”
She went on. After a stint in the Army, where she was a helicopter pilot, she trained as a firefighter in Carlsbad and was now a Battalion Chief.
Rachel blinked. This was the most she’d ever gotten to talk to Becca yet and she’d had no idea!
“Battalion Chief?” she asked. “Wait…how old are you?”
“Thirty-four,” Becca answered.
“You look like you’re twenty-five!” Rachel exclaimed. Really, Becca had very youthful features that were misleading.
“Why, thank you!” Becca chuckled. “I can’t imagine why, though. My job isn’t exactly stress-free.”
“So, have you carried out any unconscious victims yet?”
“She’s, like, a hero!” Krissy supplied. Rachel again shared another amused look with Becca in the rearview mirror, this time at Krissy’s apparent inability to ever not talk.
“Tell her how many citations for bravery you’ve gotten,” Krissy prodded Becca.
Rachel thought it was adorable how much Becca blushed.
“I’ve gotten a few,” Becca answered modestly.
Krissy looked at Rachel.
“Seven. She’s gotten seven.”
“Wow!” Rachel said, really impressed. Then to Krissy, she added, “Do you want me to start dating Becca now?”
“Only if things with you and Ainsley don’t work out,” Krissy replied.
Rachel leaned forward, placing one arm on the back of Becca’s seat and the other on Krissy’s.
“Do you like Greek food, Becs?” she asked.
“Love it, Rach,” Becca answered.
Rachel turned to Krissy.
“Happy? I’ve got a date with Becca in case Ainsley and I don’t work out.”
“But you totally will,” Krissy assured her.
***
Ainsley was already at the volleyball club when Rachel arrived with Becca and Krissy.
After pulling Ainsley away for a quiet kiss away from their friends, Rachel stared at her girlfriend.
“You never told me Krissy is insane,” she whispered.
Ainsley laughed.
“She’s a handful,” she whispered back. “But harmless.”
Rachel pulled Ainsley tighter against her.
“How did it go at the hospital?” she asked.
“Fine,” Ainsley said. “But I need to get to bed early tonight. I have a pretty complicated procedure to perform tomorrow and I need to be there by six a.m.”
“Stay at mine,” Rachel stated, suddenly feeling protective, wanting to make sure Ainsley got what she needed tonight. “This way you won’t be looking at all those unpacked boxes. We’ll order in, put on a movie and have a chill night. We’ll be in bed by nine.”
Ainsley hummed contentedly.
“That sounds perfect, actually; thank you. You treat me so good.”
Rachel quirked an eyebrow.
“Just be sure to treat me as good,” she said, smirking. “Krissy already has Becca and me practically married in case you and I break up.”
“Oh wow!” Ainsley said. “I guess I’d better watch my step, huh?”
“Yep. Now, let’s go get changed.”
In the locker room, as everyone was stripping off their street clothes to reveal the beachwear beneath, Charlotte stood on one of the benches.
“Now that we’re all here,” she began, “I have an announcement to make.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her with curiosity.
“It turns out that one of the little monsters I treated this past week is the daughter of one of the coaches of our women’s national volleyball team.”
Her friends made murmurs and other sounds of being impressed.
“And to thank me for caring for his precious little darling,” Charlotte continued, “he offered me tickets to a friendly the team is playing next Saturday against Sweden in San Diego.”
“Lucky!” Wendy interjected.
Charlotte held up her hands in a be patient gesture.
“Hold on; hold on,” she said. “I told him I’d love to come to the game but I would love it even more if I could bring about a dozen of my nearest and dearest volleyball-playing friends with me.”
“Seriously?” Rachel asked. She hadn’t been to a pro-level volleyball match since before the pandemic.
“Yep!” And here Charlotte reached into the pocket of her jeans and whipped o
ut an envelope with all the flair of a magician making a bouquet of roses appear out of thin air. “He had the tickets delivered the very next day.”
Charlotte was definitely the hero of the moment then, with all her friends crowding around her and talking excitedly. But once more, Charlotte held up her hands, indicating she wasn’t done.
“And because he knows we play volleyball all the time, he invited us to meet the team before the game.”
Now the excitement level was kicked up even more. Two of Rachel’s favorite players in the world were on the national team. The chance to meet such amazing athletes was an incredible opportunity.
“The only catch is,” Charlotte said after it quieted down, “you need to be vaccinated to attend the match and to meet the players, of course; so bring your cards with you.” She looked at Rachel. “Rach, this is your chance to show your skills and make the national team!”
Rachel laughed.
“Yeah, if I go through a growth spurt,” she answered. She knew the shortest player on the national team was Ainsley’s height.
“That many tickets?” Veronica asked.
Charlotte shrugged.
“You know how it is here in America,” she said. “Women’s sports aren’t supported nearly as much as men’s.”
“Damn, Charlotte,” Lucinda said, “I didn’t know you were such a good pediatrician.”
“I am a fabulous pediatrician,” Charlotte replied. “It’s only my attitude which sucks.”
Rachel felt Ainsley’s arms wrap around her from behind.
“So,” the doctor asked, “will you be my date to the friendly, or Becca’s?”
Rachel giggled.
“Hm,” she murmured. “Let’s see how well you treat me this week.” But to put emphasis on the fact that she was only kidding, she brought one of Ainsley’s hands to her lips and kissed it.
Chapter 28
It had now been several weeks since Rachel started playing volleyball with Ainsley and her friends and Ainsley was finally ready to acknowledge one very salient fact: Rachel’s skills were a fucking turn-on.
The athleticism Rachel displayed every Sunday; the quickness and the grace of her movements on the sand; her obvious fire and determination to always do her best on each play…all of that combined to just drive Ainsley wild. Normally, Ainsley appreciated great female athletes simply for that reason alone…they were great female athletes. Thus, she could watch a WNBA game or a USA women’s soccer match without getting all hot and bothered. But watching Rachel was another experience altogether.
Must be because I get to actually fuck her.
Whatever the reason, after they left the volleyball club, Ainsley couldn’t keep her hands off her girlfriend. As soon as they reached her Porsche in the club’s lot, Ainsley drew Rachel in for a deep and passionate kiss, one hand on the back of Rachel’s neck, the other right on her ass, not caring if anybody else noticed.
“Every fucking Sunday you get me on fire!” Ainsley said when the kiss broke.
Rachel, who was breathing hard because of the intensity of the kiss, raked her teeth along Ainsley’s collarbone.
“What are you going to do about it, then?” she asked.
Ainsley, again not caring if anybody noticed, slid her hand into the back of Rachel’s yoga shorts, feeling the smooth roundness of Rachel’s cheek.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Rachel gasped, and Ainsley knew that Rachel was turned on by the fact that this was happening out in the open. “Babe, do you have a strap-on?”
Ainsley grinned.
“Not on me,” she joked.
“You know what I mean,” Rachel said, again raking her teeth along Ainsley’s collarbone.
“Need to be fucked, huh?” Ainsley said, the clean panties she had put on after showering soaked now.
“I do. Badly. And I want to fuck you.”
“Is that right?”
“I want to grab that shiny blonde hair of yours and fuck the shit out of you,” Rachel said.
Ainsley growled. She’d like that. No, she’d love that…on all fours on her bed, her hair being yanked and her pussy just being pounded. At that image, her clit jumped now and she couldn’t help a moan escaping from her lips as more of her arousal seeped out.
Yesterday, during her unpacking marathon, she had actually located her toybox and since they had to stop by her place anyway so she could pack an overnight bag for her stay at Rachel’s…
“Let’s go,” she said, taking her hand out of Rachel’s shorts, opening the car door for her girlfriend and then hurrying over to the driver’s side.
Once they were driving, Ainsley said, “Give me a taste, Rach.”
“I like when you’re impatient for me,” Rachel replied.
Ainsley had expected that Rachel would simply reach her fingers into those incredible yoga shorts, wet them and let her suck them clean. But instead, Rachel lifted her ass and pulled the shorts off.
“Jesus!” Ainsley said, trying to safely divide her attention between the road and the sight of a bottom-less Rachel in her passenger seat, her completely shaven pussy on display. For the first time in her life, she wished she had the eyes of a chameleon, each eye being able to rotate separately to look at different objects.
Rachel put both feet up on the dash and spread her legs.
Approaching a red light, Ainsley purposely stayed in the lane she was in, behind a delivery truck, even though the next lane was vacant.
No sense giving the truck driver a free show.
With her car stopped, Ainsley watched Rachel rubbing her folds, occasionally circling her clit with her middle finger and then sliding two of her fingers inside her entrance, her breath making those insanely erotic ragged sounds of a woman being pleasured. She must have been soaked because those fingers slid right in without any effort at all. She held the fingers inside her and Ainsley moaned, knowing what the inside of Rachel felt like, having been in there herself countless times.
When Rachel pulled her fingers out, they were shiny with arousal and Rachel leaned over to bring them close to Ainsley who grabbed her wrist, intending to engulf them with her mouth and suck them clean. But Rachel slapped Ainsley’s wrist.
“No, no, no…” Rachel whispered. “You drive. I play.”
Ainsley wanted to protest, the scent of Rachel’s sex was now dominant in the car and all Ainsley wanted to do was taste what Rachel had for her. But by now the traffic light had changed to green and she had no choice but to continue driving.
Repositioning herself in the passenger seat, Rachel reached over and suddenly those essence-covered fingers were right under Ainsley nose and she couldn’t help lidding her eyes partway as that heady aroma of her woman filled her nostrils. Ainsley parted her lips and Rachel slid her fingers inside. Closing her lips around them, Ainsley moaned repeatedly as she tasted.
It was that extra sharp and tangy arousal which comes from deep inside a woman’s passage and Ainsley simultaneously licked and sucked the tart juices off the two fingers she was given.
“More?” Rachel asked.
“Mm-hm,” Ainsley murmured, her mouth still clamped around the fingers.
Rachel slid her fingers out and went back to playing with her pussy, Ainsley only able to take a few brief glances when it was safe enough to take her eyes off the road. Every time Ainsley moved her right leg—to accelerate or to pump the brakes—she felt how soaked she was between her thighs, her panties having long ago been overwhelmed.
The fingers were back. This time, Rachel rubbed Ainsley’s lips with them, top and bottom, before letting Ainsley take them back into her mouth to clean them.
“My turn,” Rachel said and immediately slid her hand under the hem of the miniskirt Ainsley was wearing.
“Oh my god,” Ainsley said. Fuck! She was actually supposed to drive while Rachel…?
She let out a loud moan as Rachel’s still sticky fingers stole into her panties and made contact with her engorged clit. By now they were on the highway and Ainsley
’s eyes were wide open—as wide as they could be, as she tried to stay focused on not crashing her car. She had the presence of mind to keep herself in the right lane with the slower traffic. Hondas and Kias were zipping past her $140,000 Carrera, their drivers probably wondering why on earth this crazy woman bought such a powerful automobile if she wasn’t going to use it to at least go the speed limit.
“You are so fucking wet!” Rachel gasped as her fingers moved lower to her entrance to swirl around her folds. In a moment, she withdrew her hand and Ainsley released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
Rachel rubbed Ainsley’s earlobe with her now wet fingers a second before she leaned closer and licked the arousal off of it. Ainsley’s inner walls clenched and her clit felt like it was vibrating like a tuning fork.
“Rachel…oh fuck, I want you so bad!” Ainsley called out, her voice sounding as if she was about to burst into tears.
The hand went back into her panties. Ainsley reflexively gripped the leather-covered steering wheel tighter as once more those fingers encountered her clit.
“How good a driver are you?” Rachel asked.
What the fuck…?
Then it dawned on Ainsley and her mouth fell open in shock.
She can’t be serious!
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Rachel said, a moment before her fingers started stroking Ainsley’s swollen clit.
“Rachel!...Oh fuck!...You’re crazy!”
But Ainsley did nothing to stop what was happening. How could she? The pleasure was too intense, she needed it to go on spreading through her body like it was, electrifying all her nerve endings, making her nipples so hard they were actually beginning to hurt.
“Focus on driving, baby,” Rachel murmured seductively.
Ainsley, both her lips clamped between her teeth but her eyes wide open, could only nod.
“Don’t get too close to that truck,” Rachel suggested in the same seductive tone.