by Sabrina Kane
As she was approaching her car, the older gentleman from the house next door, who was outside washing his vintage Mustang, waved at her.
“Make a sale?” he asked cheerily.
“I think I did!” she answered with a smile.
“Congratulations! Have a great rest of your day,” he said.
“You too!”
Getting nearer to her Tesla, she heard a car which was parked nearby on the same side of the street as hers start up. The noise made her look over in that direction but all she registered was that it was a white car and that the person in the driver’s seat was wearing sunglasses.
But as soon as she stepped off the curb and came around the front of her Tesla to get to the driver’s side door, she heard the unmistakable sound of squealing tires and she looked up just in time to see that white car suddenly zoom away from its parking spot and speed right towards her.
At first, her brain had trouble deciphering what her eyes were telling it: that this car wasn’t about to drive past her. This car was about to hit her!
The driver was making no attempt to avoid running her over!
With a bit of a scream, Rachel leaped onto the hood of her Tesla a mere second before the white car sped past her, coming so close that she felt a strong whoosh of displaced air.
Rachel tumbled off the hood of her car onto the sidewalk on the other side. She landed in a tangle of her own limbs and she felt one of her knees scrape painfully against the concrete.
“Oh my god, Miss…are you alright?” the gentleman who had been washing his car said, hurrying over and kneeling beside her.
Rachel blinked.
“I…I think so,” she murmured.
“Stay where you are,” the man said. “Don’t move just yet. Make sure you’re okay first.”
Rachel nodded. She did a self-diagnostic. Other than her knee and the heels of her hands—also scraped as she broke her fall—she didn’t feel anything else wrong with her. And from what she could see, there were no bones poking through her skin.
“Do you want to try to stand?” the man asked.
Again she nodded and allowed her new friend to help her to her feet. That’s when she noticed one of her high heels had fallen off. The man must have noticed too.
“I see it,” he said, stepping away after making sure Rachel could, in fact, support her own weight. He returned with the shoe a moment later and Rachel slipped it on, thanking him.
“What the hell?” she then asked.
The man was looking down the street, in the direction the white car had driven off.
“I don’t know,” he said. “But I saw the whole thing.” He turned back to her. “Fucker made no attempt to avoid you. Excuse my language.”
Rachel gave a dry laugh.
“No worries,” she said.
“I didn’t get the plate,” he growled next, seemingly upset with himself. “But I do know I’ve never seen that car on this block before; not that that helps. Didn’t even see if it was a man or a woman.”
“Whichever it was, they were probably drunk,” Rachel said, bending down to retrieve her laptop bag from the ground. The man also picked up a few items which had spilled from it.
“Thank you so much for your help,” she said. “You’re one of the good guys.”
The man smiled.
“Anytime,” he said.
After assuring him that she was okay to drive, Rachel got in her Tesla.
Definitely deserve a caramel latte now!
Chapter 30
Fucking crazy people!
Ainsley was pissed. No, she was fuming!
After leaving the hospital this evening following a marathon day of procedure after procedure, Ainsley had called Rachel from her car to find out if she wanted to have a date-night. Rachel had said yes and then said, “By the way, something interesting happened to me today…” And then she had told Ainsley about almost getting killed by some reckless driver.
Now, Ainsley was at Rachel’s house, putting a fresh bandage on Rachel’s knee after cleaning it.
Rachel had told her that she had already cleaned and bandaged it but Ainsley would have none of it.
“I’m the doctor, remember?” she told her girlfriend, making Rachel come with her to the master bathroom where she sat Rachel on the edge of the tub while she herself sat on the closed toilet and re-dressed the wound. Well, “re-dressed” made it seem like something from Grey’s Anatomy, Ainsley considered. All she was really doing was using a Q-tip to apply some hydrogen peroxide to the broken skin and slapping another Band-Aid on it.
Rachel’s initial assessment had been right. The scrape on her knee was nothing. Little kids did worse to their knees every day in playgrounds across the country. As for her hands, the skin was superficially scratched in a few places but that was it.
“What an asshole,” she muttered, finishing her work. “He just came right at you?”
“Yeah,” Rachel confirmed. “Well, he or she. Mister Rogers and I couldn’t tell who was driving.”
“Mister Rogers?” Ainsley asked.
“I didn’t get his real name,” Rachel said before telling Ainsley of the guy who had helped her.
“I get it,” Ainsley said when Rachel was done. “Mister Rogers—the good neighbor. Cute.”
“That’s why you keep me around,” Rachel said. “I’m cute.”
Ainsley laughed.
“I keep you around because you’ve become important to me,” she said, immediately wondering if she had said too much.
Rachel quirked an eyebrow.
“How important?” she asked.
Ainsley stared at her.
“Important enough to want to kill this guy who tried to run you over.”
Both of Rachel’s eyebrows shot up this time.
“Ooh, murder! I must be important to you!”
Ainsley laughed.
“Yep,” she said, “you are.”
Rachel leaned forward and looped her arms around Ainsley’s neck, bringing her face only inches away.
“How important?” she repeated, softly.
Ainsley stared into those brown eyes that were at once playful and searching. She felt as if she was floating now, that Rachel’s eyes were transporting her somewhere blissful, where everything her heart ever wanted would be granted.
“Important enough,” she began, “to not want to have this conversation in a bathroom. I’m sitting on a toilet, for Christ’s sake!”
Rachel laughed.
“Okay,” she said. “You’re off the hook for now.” She brought her face the rest of the way to Ainsley’s and kissed her, her tongue immediately entering Ainsley’s mouth.
When they broke, Rachel said, “Thanks for treating my badly wounded leg. I was worried I’d never dance again.”
“I didn’t know you danced,” Ainsley said. “Consequence of the pandemic: we haven’t been able to go out clubbing.”
“Well, when we do,” Rachel said, “you will see what an amazing dancer I am. You’ll hardly be able to keep your clothes on.”
Ainsley purred, knowing instinctively that Rachel wasn’t doing a bit of empty bragging.
“I can’t wait,” she told her. “But…as your doctor, I can tell you that there is no way we’re going clubbing now or in the immediate future. We may be vaccinated but there are still too many stupid people out there who aren’t and the combination of an enclosed space, lots of sweat and heavy breathing and strangers bumping up against each other is too petri dish for my medical brain.”
Rachel furrowed her brow.
“Yes, Dr. Janowicz,” she said with mock seriousness.
“Smartass,” Ainsley replied.
“Soooooo…” Rachel began. “I may need medical attention in other areas of my body as well.”
But Ainsley shook her head, an impish grin on her face.
“Sorry, but your knee injury requires rest,” she stated in her best professional tone of voice. “No sex until you’ve healed.” And she
stood up and made her way out of the bathroom.
“What?” Rachel exclaimed, following her. “I don’t think I agree with your diagnosis!”
In the bedroom, Ainsley turned to face her.
“Is that right?” she asked.
“Yes!”
Crossing her arms, Ainsley said, “Rachel, sweetie…do you know what they give you after you’ve graduated from medical school?”
“A diploma?” Rachel ventured.
Ainsley nodded.
“Right,” she said. “Do you have one of those?”
Rolling her eyes, Rachel said, “No, of course not!”
“Right again. Which means I will trust my own judgement on whether you are capable of having sex. Now, let’s go have dinner.”
And Ainsley started walking out of the bedroom, holding in her laughter.
“Ains, you’re joking right?” Rachel called after her. “Ains?...Ains!”
***
Ainsley decided to stay at Rachel’s again following dinner. She knew, however, that this was getting ridiculous. Not because of how many nights she and Rachel were spending together but because she really needed to get her own house taken care of! She may have managed to get a lot done unpacking-wise this past Saturday but there was still so much left to do.
However, tomorrow was another full day for her in the OR at Scripps Memorial. The last thing she needed was to be lying awake in her own bed thinking of how her beautiful new house still looked like the inside of someone’s storage unit.
Once they had returned home to Rachel’s they’d had another night like the night before: kinda/sorta watching movies while Rachel did some real estate business on her laptop as Ainsley reviewed some information about tomorrow’s procedures on her laptop. It had been peaceful and wonderfully domestic.
At one point, Ainsley had considered how different it would have been had she still been with Casey. Her ex had hated it when Ainsley would do what Casey called “doctor stuff” at night, despite Ainsley’s best efforts to make Casey understand that sometimes it couldn’t be avoided. But Rachel truly seemed chill about it and Ainsley was incredibly grateful for that.
Again they were in bed by nine o’clock. Ainsley insisted that she’d have no problem if Rachel wanted to stay up longer while she herself hit the sack early. But Rachel had shook her head, telling Ainsley that an early bedtime would benefit her also because she was exhausted. Ainsley figured that was a result of nearly being hit by that car earlier.
Now, in bed, with the lights turned off and Ainsley spooning Rachel, she was about to succumb to sleep. But suddenly, Rachel spoke.
“How important?” she whispered.
Ainsley, feeling herself start to tingle all over, kissed the top of Rachel’s head.
“Honestly?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
Ainsley swallowed.
“More important than most other things, baby,” she whispered.
“Really?”
“Turn around,” Ainsley said.
When Rachel did so and they were facing each other in the bed, their faces faintly illuminated by the moonglow coming through the window, Ainsley tucked a lock of Rachel’s hair behind her ear.
“Rach,” she began, “I don’t want to lose you and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure I don’t. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and it’s because of you.”
Rachel smiled.
“Sounds like I’m really important,” she said.
“You are really fucking important,” Ainsley confirmed.
“Good,” Rachel began. “I don’t want to lose you, either. I’m not going to let that happen. I want us to be together for a long time.”
“And you know what?” Ainsley said. “I think we will. In fact…”
“Yeah?”
“In fact, I think we both knew that when we first saw each other,” Ainsley said. “At least I did.”
“Me too!” Rachel added. “Although for me it was really, really weird!”
Ainsley laughed.
“I bet it was!”
Rachel kissed the tip of Ainsley’s nose.
“So, do you get extra points for converting a straight girl?” she asked.
“You mean at the Annual Lesbian Awards Dinner?” Ainsley said, playing along. “Yep, I do. In fact, this might just put me in line for Lesbian of the Year.”
“You mean I am going to be the girlfriend of the Lesbian of the Year?”
“I think so, yes.”
“All the girlfriends of the runners-up are going to be so jealous of me!” Rachel declared.
Ainsley couldn’t help it; she had to kiss her right then and so she did—a deep, probing kiss full of tenderness which Rachel returned. And it kept going…and going. It was the never-ending kiss, slow, languorous, meaningful.
At some point during it, Ainsley’s hand found its way under the oversized pajama shirt Rachel was wearing and slipped into her girlfriend’s panties. And then Rachel’s hand found its way into the pj shorts Ainsley had on and into her underwear.
Still the kiss went on.
Both women moaned simultaneously when their clits were touched yet they never broke their lip lock. Rachel was so very wet but Ainsley took her time with her fingers, matching the pace of her circling and rubbing with the pace of their kiss. And Rachel mimicked her, describing circles around Ainsley’s swollen and ready clit almost absentmindedly, stoking the fire within Ainsley’s center, not letting it build up too quickly nor too slowly.
Ainsley wanted this to go on all night. The hell with sleeping; she’d made do with little sleep before and she was too talented a surgeon to screw up in the OR. No, she wanted to kiss her girlfriend and rub her clit until sunrise. She wanted to give this special woman a slow-burning pleasure and so she continued the lazy motions of her fingers over that hard bud. At times, she lightly grazed it with the pad of her middle finger. Other times, she pinched it ever so softly between her thumb and forefinger. Still other times, she firmly pressed against it for a few seconds.
All the while, Rachel moaned into her mouth during their kiss. Ainsley was doing the same—moaning, grunting as Rachel’s fingers did their own magic tricks below her waist. Her pussy was flooded, she could feel the arousal pooling inside her, some of it trickling out to wet her thighs. Her clit was throbbing, radiating pleasure that was dizzying. Yet Rachel knew what she was doing and it amazed Ainsley. This woman who had never touched another woman’s sex until almost four weeks ago was expertly keeping Ainsley near the edge, never letting her venture too close to it. She was simply tantalizing Ainsley, giving her just enough to keep the juices flowing inside of her, to keep her clit buzzing and wanting more. Rachel knew when to rub the very tip of Ainsley’s clit and when to only slide her fingers around it. When to press more firmly against the tiny button and when to touch it with a touch so light it felt like a breath of air.
And not once did their kiss break.
Now Ainsley slid her long middle finger down and through Rachel’s folds. Rachel moaned against Ainsley’s mouth at this new contact and Ainsley moaned against Rachel’s mouth at feeling how much wetter Rachel was now.
Again, Rachel mimicked her and now both women’s fingers were circling each other’s openings, that sensitive flesh with all those nerve endings which for Ainsley were sending out waves of pleasure that spread everywhere inside her body. In the oh-so-brief intervals between their moans, Ainsley could hear the wetness of Rachel as her fingers played in all that arousal—a soft, squelching noise, the result of Ainsley poking her middle finger in and out of the very edge of Rachel’s opening. Or was it her own wetness she was hearing as Rachel’s fingers did the same to her?
Back to their clits and by now the edge was fast approaching.
Finally, the kiss ended when both women—as if with one mind—pulled their lips apart and let out steady cries, finally giving voice to all that delightful pleasure happening between their legs.
Ainsley stared into
Rachel’s eyes.
“I care for you so much!” she said as her finger began rubbing Rachel’s clit more aggressively now.
“Baby, I care for you so much too!” Rachel replied, her eyes wide as she stared back at Ainsley, her finger firmly and rapidly massaging Ainsley’s clit.
“I don’t want anybody else!” Ainsley squeaked. She was close.
“Me neither!” Rachel returned, her gorgeous brown eyes watering. “I want to be yours only!”
“You’re mine!” Ainsley assured her. “And I’m yours!”
“Always.”
“Always.”
“Everything I am is yours, baby!” Rachel gasped.
“You already own my heart, Rachel!” Ainsley said.
“And you had mine when I first saw you!” Rachel squealed.
“Oh fuck, Rachel…”
“Oh fuck, Ainsley…”
And that was it. Neither woman could take anymore.
Ainsley’s vision went black as the orgasm first exploded from under her mound and then savaged her body with ruthlessly intense spasms of carnal joy which seemed determined to both delight her and destroy her.
At the same time, Rachel screamed Ainsley’s name as her body started quaking violently, caught in the throes of her own climax, her pussy splashing come against Ainsley’s hand.
Meanwhile, Ainsley could not form words. Her screams were animalistic, nonsensical noises made as Rachel kept rubbing her clit despite Ainsley’s bucking hips. Her pussy was convulsing on the outside, clenching on the inside, her panties drenched, her thighs slick, her face numb.
Her fingers, also still on Rachel’s pussy, slid inside her girlfriend only to be clutched immediately by the tight opening…and then released…and then gripped again, Rachel’s pussy still convulsing from coming.
Eventually, it was all over and both women went limp. For the first time in who knows how long since they first started kissing, they separated and lay beside each other on their backs. Ainsley was panting, drained. Rachel, next to her, was also panting, her eyes closed.
Ainsley knew she should get up and wash her hands. She also needed to change her underwear. She had come a lot and it was still streaming out of her. But getting up to do these things was impossible. She had been depleted after this one massive orgasm. And it was because this one massive orgasm had emotions tied to it. What had just happened wasn’t just two women climaxing to satisfy a base need. This had been two women finally admitting the truth—that they were falling for each other and that their pleasure and their hearts belonged to one another.