A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

by Sabrina Kane

  Ainsley thought again that she should get up. It would be the work of a moment to wash her hands. The work of another moment to dry herself as best she could between her legs and slip on clean underwear. Then she could scurry back to bed.

  But no…

  Her consciousness was already drifting away, downward into the black chasm of sleep, and she was content to fall. Content because she had the only woman she wanted right beside her.

  Chapter 31

  That Saturday, Rachel and all of her new volleyball buddies were at Pechanga Arena in San Diego, getting ready to watch the friendly match between USA and Sweden.

  So far, the evening had been spectacular!

  As promised, they had gotten to meet the American team before the match started and Rachel was still buzzing. She had actually gotten to meet Miranda Abebe and Jenni Severbrook! They were her two favorite volleyball players in the world and she had been in the locker room actually talking to them!

  And they had been so nice! Rachel figured she probably seemed like a silly teenager with all the obvious fangirling she had been doing but she didn’t care. She couldn’t help it. To be in the presence of such amazing athletes was incredible. She had only ever seen them play on television and so this was a terrific treat not only meeting them but then knowing she was going to be watching them display their skills live!

  And holy fuck! Rachel knew women volleyball players were tall but sweet Jesus! Being in the locker room with that many women who were over six feet tall was like being among a superior race of beings from the planet Awesome—a planet where all the women were devastating athletes who could take on any challenge.

  The best part had been when Miranda—Miranda freaking Abebe—approached Rachel and said, in her Ethiopian accent, “So, one of your buddies just told me about a kick-ass foot save you made.”

  Rachel, feeling herself blushing, managed to make herself say, “Um…yeah. It was, like, the only possible play I could make, considering.”

  Miranda had looked at her and it was obvious she was impressed.

  “And your team scored the point?”

  “Yep. It gave us the set, in fact.”

  Miranda had shaken her head, still looking impressed. Then she turned and called, “Hey, Jenn!”

  At which point Jenni Severbrook approached.

  Miranda pointed at Rachel.

  “She did a foot save that her team converted for the winning point.”

  “Nice!” Jenni—Jenni freaking Severbrook—said.

  “But get this,” Miranda went on. “She did her foot save on a sand court!”

  Jenni had gaped at Rachel, her mouth open.

  “Get the fuck out of here! Seriously?” she asked.

  “Um…yeah?” Rachel replied.

  Miranda and Jenni both held up their fists to bump.

  “Mad respect,” Miranda said, bumping Rachel’s fist. “Dude, that is hard!”

  Rachel had thought she could die.

  Forty minutes later, and Rachel and the others were in courtside seats waiting for the match to begin.

  Ainsley nudged her, chuckling.

  “You’re still looking at those?” she asked.

  Rachel, grinning, was looking through the pictures on her phone of her with Jenni and Miranda and also of her with the entire Team USA.

  “I want to get these printed,” Rachel declared. “Printed and framed.” She then tugged at the Team USA Volleyball t-shirt she was wearing. It was an older shirt, one she had bought a few years ago, but now it was covered with the autographs of all the players. “This too,” she said. “I’m getting it framed.”

  “I can take care of that for you,” Ainsley said.

  Rachel looked at her.

  “What? Really?”

  “Trust me, I know a place. I had my Dad’s old baseball jersey from Notre Dame framed one year for Father’s Day.”

  “You’re the best,” Rachel said, leaning over and kissing Ainsley. She realized now that she wouldn’t have wanted to share this experience tonight with anyone else. Not Amy, not her sister, not her parents, no one. Ainsley was the only person who needed to be here with her.

  “Get a room!” Krissy joked, earning laughs from the others, who had seen the kiss.

  Ainsley stuck out her tongue at Krissy.

  “So,” Ainsley began, putting her arm around Rachel, “do I have to worry about you running off with those two?” She nodded her head towards where Miranda and Jenni were warming up.

  Rachel shook her head.

  “Nope,” she stated. “I view them only as amazingly incredible athletes.”

  “Ah,” Ainsley said. “And what do you view me as?”

  “You,” Rachel said, turning to her and running the tip of her index finger along Ainsley’s bottom lip. “You I view as the woman I’m not letting go of even for superstar volleyball players from the planet Awesome.”

  Ainsley laughed.

  “I learn so much when I talk to you,” she said. “And what happens on planet Awesome?”

  “The main thing is what doesn’t happen on planet Awesome,” Rachel replied. “Beautiful and extremely fit women like superstar volleyball players are appreciated for being excellent and dedicated athletes instead of sexual objects.” She bit her lip, considering. “So I guess what I’m also saying is, there are no men on planet Awesome.”

  Just at that moment, Krissy, sitting next to Rachel let out an enormous and adoring sigh. Rachel and Ainsley looked over at her in time to see her grab hold of Becca, who was sitting in the next seat over.

  “Oh my gawwwwd!” Krissy moaned. “Look at number seventeen on Sweden’s team! So fucking tall! God, I could start licking at her toes and it would take hours to reach her boobs! Fuck, she could spike me any day! How do you say ‘Please come over to my house tonight’ in Swedish?”

  Rachel and Ainsley started laughing.

  “You were saying?” Ainsley whispered.

  “Okay, so maybe there are no men and no Krissys on planet Awesome,” Rachel whispered back.

  Ainsley smiled and the beauty of that smile made Rachel’s pulse quicken and she couldn’t help capturing Ainsley’s lips in a quick but heat-inducing kiss.

  “Get a fucking room!” Krissy repeated.

  Chapter 32

  Note to self: Must take Rachel to more volleyball games!

  This particular notion was on Ainsley’s mind because evidently the excitement and thrill of meeting superstar volleyball players and then watching them play had ignited Rachel’s libido, turning her girlfriend into a little lust-filled maniac.

  As per usual for them, it started in the car—or rather, the Jeep.

  Because all four women lived in Carlsbad now, Becca had offered to drive Ainsley, Rachel and Krissy down to San Diego for the volleyball game. On the drive back north—just as during the earlier drive to the city—Ainsley and Rachel were sitting together in the back seat. But this time, no sooner had Becca started driving the Jeep out of the parking lot when Rachel reached for Ainsley’s hand, lifted the hem of the midi skirt she was wearing and guided Ainsley’s hand to between her legs.

  Ainsley gave a little fake cough to cover up her surprise, not only at Rachel’s boldness but at the fact that her own clit had pulsed very strongly at the illicitness of what Rachel was wanting. This was something Ainsley had never done before—fingering another woman in the back seat of a car with other passengers in it. This wasn’t like fucking in the back of the limo on Valentine’s Day, with a privacy screen between them and the driver. Nor was it like just the other day when Rachel had made her come during their drive to Carlsbad from Solana Beach, when it was just the two of them in the Porsche.

  No. This time Becca and Krissy were right there, in the front seats. And it was driving Ainsley wild. She felt a deep and dark lust come over her, she felt a new side of herself awaken and her center turn molten.

  Rachel spread her legs open just enough for Ainsley to be able to run her fingers over the cotton crotc
h of her girlfriend’s underwear, noticing how it was already quite damp. Then, keeping an eye on Becca and Krissy, she had slipped her fingers inside the panties, found Rachel’s button and started fingering it. Ainsley wasn’t satisfied with the amount of friction she felt while rubbing Rachel’s clit and so she slipped her middle finger downwards, got it covered with the thick arousal Rachel’s opening provided and then brought that slick liquid back up to the top of her woman’s pussy.

  Much better…

  Now her finger was sliding over the sensitive nub quite nicely.

  And this was when Ainsley discovered she had a superpower; because somehow, while rubbing tight little circles on her girlfriend’s clit she was still able to participate in a conversation with Becca and Krissy about the volleyball match they’d just watched. What’s more, Rachel was able to join in as well, playing her role of a woman who wasn’t being masturbated by another woman perfectly.

  Eventually, though, Rachel huffed out a labored breath. It was done so softly that Becca and Krissy wouldn’t have heard it over the noise of the traffic and the pop music the Jeep’s stereo was playing, but Ainsley noticed it. She decided that it would be better if Rachel was taken out of the conversation for a few moments.

  “So, Krissy,” Ainsley began, “what other Swedish players would you have liked to take home tonight?”

  “Oh my god, so many…” Krissy started, doing what she does best—talking. Launching into a detailed report of every single Swedish and American player she wanted to do unspeakable things to, Krissy did exactly what Ainsley wanted her to: blab on ceaselessly and not include Rachel in the discussion.

  Because Rachel was about to come.

  Ainsley knew it; Rachel’s breathing was continuing to give her away. And so Ainsley pressed just that little bit harder with her finger as she rubbed Rachel’s clit faster, and then faster still moments later.

  Suddenly, Rachel opened her legs a skosh wider and Ainsley turned to look at her just as she felt Rachel’s pelvis start quaking.

  Rachel had her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. Her eyes were closed and she was trembling, her entire upper body and head vibrating as if she was shivering after stepping outside in a snowstorm wearing a bikini. Even in the darkness of the Jeep, Ainsley could see how Rachel’s face was flushed red.

  A quick peek downward and Ainsley almost gasped at how Rachel’s erect nipples looked as if they were about to burst through the autographed t-shirt, at how they were pushing against the thin cotton fabric, tenting it above the curve of her breasts.

  Ainsley’s own pussy started convulsing also, wanting attention. She was on the edge now herself, the sight of Rachel enduring this orgasm in silence one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Her mouth gaped open in wonder at seeing the struggle within Rachel; the struggle not to scream out; the struggle not to start bucking wildly on the car seat.

  Ainsley actually started to become worried about Rachel’s blood pressure because of how much Rachel was having to keep bottled up.

  Time to ease her down…

  Ainsley slid her entire hand into Rachel’s panties and simply palmed her pussy, feeling it contracting on the outside, feeling how much wetter Rachel was now.

  Come down, baby. Come down…

  She sent her thoughts Rachel’s way, knowing they wouldn’t be received but hoping that somehow Rachel’s core would somehow pick up the vibe and release Rachel from the grip of the climax.

  Meanwhile, Krissy was informing her friends that, on second thought, she’d like to have the weekend of sex in Paris with Sweden’s number 10 and the weekend of sex in the Bahamas with USA’s number 4.

  ***

  They were dropped off at Ainsley’s, the two women having decided to spend the night there with the idea that tomorrow, Sunday, they’d work together to get more of Ainsley’s life unpacked from the boxes.

  As soon as they were in the house, Rachel pulled Ainsley to the bedroom and ordered her to lie down. Then, Rachel shimmied out of her skirt, got on the bed and positioned herself right above Ainsley’s face.

  “Oh god!” Ainsley muttered at the sight above her.

  Rachel had kept her panties on. They were nothing particularly sexy in terms of cut or style: just a pair of light-blue cotton briefs. The type of underwear a woman puts on to go grocery shopping or to sit at home watching TV. Nonetheless, Ainsley felt herself losing her grip on reality somewhat.

  The crotch of Rachel’s panties was soaked. A large damp spot, darker than the rest of the fabric was now hovering just a few inches above her face. The fabric there was so wet, in fact, that it was clingy and Ainsley could see the outline of Rachel’s pussy through it.

  She reached up, placing her hands on Rachel’s hips and Rachel, holding onto the headboard, began lowering herself down. When it was within reach, Ainsley stuck out her tongue and with the flat of it licked the wet fabric, tasting Rachel’s essence through it, feeling Rachel’s scent fill her nostrils.

  The panties were so wet that by simply pressing against it with her tongue, Ainsley was able to force the sweet-tasting arousal through the cloth and onto her waiting tongue.

  “Ainsley!” Rachel sighed.

  Ainsley tightened her grip on Rachel’s hips, digging her fingers into the flesh. Meanwhile, with her tongue, she found Rachel’s clit hidden on the other side of the panties and began flicking it over the fabric. Rachel’s orgasm in the car had forced so much come out that the fabric, which should have been a little rough, was actually quite smooth under Ainsley’s tongue.

  “Oh my fuck!” Rachel growled. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you!”

  The words hit Ainsley’s clit directly and her hips jolted a little.

  “I want to come so much tonight!” Rachel went on, now rocking her panties-clad pussy against Ainsley’s tongue. “And fuck I want to make you scream!”

  As she licked, Ainsley knew that wasn’t going to take much. She was ready to scream. She was wanting to scream. She needed to scream!

  But first, she wanted this to continue. How was this even possible? How was licking another woman’s pussy through her panties making her feel delirious and as if she was on the verge of insanity? How did Rachel know? How did Rachel know that letting her see the evidence of just how much she had come in the car, how drenched her panties were, would make her tremble with lust? How did Rachel know that this of all things would make Ainsley feel as if, for the first time in her life, she was going to come without anything touching her now swollen pussy?

  Because she truly was right there! Skating on the edge, ready to fall off!

  God, I’m so close!

  She managed to get enough of Rachel’s panties into her mouth so she could suck on the material, pulling out the juices locked within the fabric, actually feeling a bit of it dribble down her throat. Then she released the panties and started raking her teeth along that glorious wet spot, knowing the cloth would protect Rachel’s clit from the sharpness of her teeth.

  Every time her teeth would slide over that hard nub, Ainsley’s own clit would jump and Rachel would cry out.

  “Again!...Oh, fuck!...Again!”

  She was loud. Ainsley loved how loud Rachel was. She hated quiet women in bed. Rachel was far from quiet. Rachel loved to talk during sex and Rachel always screamed when she came.

  “Oh shit!” Rachel exclaimed.

  She’s about to come…

  It was Rachel’s tone of voice which told Ainsley that. Ainsley had learned such useful tidbits by now.

  “Baby!” Rachel shouted.

  Suddenly, Rachel’s hand came between Ainsley’s mouth and those wet panties. Rachel yanked the crotch of the panties aside, strings of sticky arousal still clinging to the fabric, finally exposing her pink and ready pussy, shiny and slick with a clit that looked like it was ready to burst.

  Moaning at the sight, Ainsley first buried her tongue into Rachel’s dripping opening, tasting that wonderful juice and then she clamped her lips onto Rachel’
s clit and pulled.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Rachel screamed out. “Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuck!....Baby!....I’m… Unnnggh!”

  Against her mouth, Ainsley felt Rachel’s pussy convulse and squirt as the climax struck her girlfriend. Rachel’s screams became high-pitched, almost blood-curdling. Ainsley, meanwhile, gripped Rachel’s hips tighter and pulled downward, sealing Rachel’s spasming opening against her mouth. It meant she wasn’t able to breathe because her nose was now blocked by Rachel’s mound but she didn’t care. She used to surf and swim quite frequently; she had excellent breath control. All that mattered was that she was drinking from Rachel, her tongue shoved into Rachel’s pussy, swirling around, catching all that thick essence, gravity easing its flow into her mouth and down her throat.

  ***

  Ainsley thought Rachel must be joking.

  “Um…repeat that, please,” she said. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

  Next to her in the bed, Rachel rolled her eyes.

  “I want to do Chapter 25! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

  Ainsley laughed.

  Chapter 25 was the chapter in the lesfic universe. Featured in Sally’s first novel, the sex described in that chapter was world-famous, spawning Twitter hashtags and even Facebook groups. After Ainsley had read it the very first time, she had restarted the chapter and masturbated while re-reading it, something she had never done before for any lesfic book.

  In fact, even now, Ainsley had two go-to options for when she needed a quick climax if she was alone: orgasm-denial lesbian porn and re-reading Chapter 25.

  And when Ainsley had met Sally almost a year ago, for a blind date arranged by their meddling mothers, and Ainsley had recognized Sally as Jillian Ashley…

  Ainsley recalled to this day the way her center had started getting wet, knowing that it was very possible that she could be very soon having sex with the woman who had written that chapter.