by Sabrina Kane
Property of Rachel, the kiss mark seemed to be saying. Property of Rachel.
Ainsley lost the struggle and could no longer hold back. She tried to warn Rachel but she couldn’t form the words. Instead, all she could do was press her pussy harder against Rachel’s mouth as she came hard, making inhuman sounds of release, keeping her eyes open, staring at that kiss on her thigh.
Property of Rachel.
Property of Rachel.
Property of Rachel…
Those words kept repeating in her head and made the bursts of pleasure she was experiencing that much stronger, made the outward flow of arousal from her depths that much quicker and like a good girl, Rachel licked it all up.
***
They eventually arrived at La Vida Mocha and were only about forty-five minutes late. Ainsley, her lust not sated by the orgasm Rachel had given her, had returned the favor and had gone down on her girlfriend also, finding her already so wet her yellow panties had been overwhelmed and her upper thighs glistening.
A sign on the door of the coffeeshop read “Closed for Private Party.” There was even a rather large man dressed all in black with a clipboard standing at the door. But before he had a chance to ask them if they were on the list, the door opened and Megan appeared.
“Hiiiii!” she squealed, stepping out and giving Rachel a hug first before doing the same to Ainsley. “I saw you from inside!” She then turned to the large dude and said, “They are definitely on the list! Although…may I?” She politely took the clipboard from him and pointed to it. It was a neat column of names, printed from a computer, with many of the names already crossed out by the burly gatekeeper.
“As you can see,” Megan continued, “there was a condition to you being let in…”
Ainsley and Rachel both looked at where Megan’s perfectly manicured finger was pointing and then started laughing.
It read, “Rachel Hamill (but only if Ainsley is with her).”
“You are fucking amazing!” Ainsley said to Megan, still laughing.
“So I’ve heard,” Megan replied.
“Well, you know I wouldn’t have left her behind,” Rachel said.
“Come inside! Come inside!” Megan insisted, looping her arm through Ainsley’s. “God, you both look incredible!”
Ainsley had to admit to being a little nervous. This was going to be her first social engagement with a number of Rachel’s friends and she was hoping it went well. Megan, of course, was an absolute dream. Vanessa she had spoken to only briefly and only whenever she and Rachel had come here for coffee. Even Amy, Rachel’s BFF, Ainsley had only met that one time a few weeks ago. And of course, Sally, Amy’s fiancée, with whom Ainsley had had a couple of drinks with last year on a blind date set up by their mothers but whom she hadn’t seen since.
Inside, La Vida Mocha was crowded but not packed. Very cool and hip dance music was playing—the kind of music always featured in any movie or TV show about gay men, Ainsley thought. Speaking of men, Ainsley noticed a handful of them here as well. But the majority of the guests were women and it was no mystery they were lesbians. Most of the tables in the shop had been removed, creating a nice open space which some people were using for dancing. All in all, the vibe was very chill and cozy.
She spotted Sally—the guest of honor—standing with Amy against one wall, laughing about something. In a coffeeshop filled mainly with women, Sally was easy to spot because, like Ainsley, she was tall and made taller by wearing high heels. When Sally’s eyes met hers, she got a surprised look on her face and, taking Amy’s hand, came over to join her and Rachel.
“Oh my god!” Sally exclaimed, embracing Ainsley. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Same here,” Ainsley said, wrapping her arms around Sally’s back.
Sally looked devastating tonight in a little black dress the same color as her hair. Ainsley couldn’t prevent a fugitive thought from running around in her head that no wonder she had wanted to take Sally back to her place when they met for that blind date. The woman was, in a word, yummy.
“Wait…” Sally began, looking between Ainsley and Rachel. “Are you the one dating Rachel?” She turned to Amy. “Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me that Rachel was dating Ainsley? I told you I met her once.”
Amy said, “Didn’t I? I must have forgot. So sorry.”
Laughing, Sally turned back to Ainsley and Rachel.
“Your bestie is losing her marbles,” Sally said to Rachel. Then to Amy, she added, “Wait…tell Rachel your crazy idea about moving to New Zealand.”
“It’s not so crazy,” Amy replied, blushing. “They have government-subsidized healthcare.”
“Anyway, congratulations!” Ainsley told Sally.
“For what?” Sally asked.
“The book release?” Ainsley clarified with a chuckle. “The whole reason we’re here?”
Now it was Sally blushing.
“Oh yeah, that! Right. The book. The one I wrote. Which was released today. Thank you so much!”
Ainsley’s Kindle had already downloaded the new Jillian Ashley novel. It was the first book of a new series about lesbian artists and she had already starting reading it earlier today while having lunch.
“When are you going to write a series about lesbian doctors?” she asked Sally, smirking. “I mean, that would be your number one bestselling series. Just saying.”
“You think so?” Sally asked with a smirk of her own. “I don’t know…doctors are kind of dull. All those insurance forms and fancy Latin words for simple body parts.”
“Excuse me? Dull? I can explain to you just how not dull doctors—”
“Cake!” Amy suddenly blurted out.
Ainsley, Rachel and Sally all stared at her.
“You said you couldn’t wait to try the cake,” Amy said to Sally. “Let’s go get some. Now! Like, now!”
And before Sally could protest, Amy was leading her away toward another part of the coffeeshop.
Watching them, Ainsley put her arm around Rachel and drew her close.
“Amy is threatened by me, isn’t she?”
Rachel laughed.
“Picked up on that, did you?” she asked.
“I did.” Ainsley sighed. “I hope she can get past it, though. I like her.”
It had long bothered Ainsley that pretty much ever since she fully developed during her teenage years, people who were already part of a couple would look at her and automatically think homewrecker.
“She’s just being silly,” Rachel assured her. “Something tells me you and her are going to become great friends and when that happens, you’ll be wondering at times where her off switch is.”
“Ooh! And then I can learn all sorts of embarrassing things about you! Best friends are great for that.”
“So are sisters,” Rachel groaned. “I’ll have to remind mine to keep her big mouth shut.”
“Is she as pretty as you?” Ainsley asked. She knew Rachel was one of four children but she hadn’t seen any photographs yet.
Rachel cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Um…excuse me,” she began, “but as far as you’re concerned, no one is as pretty as I am.”
They were then interrupted by the return of Megan.
“I’m stealing Ainsley,” she told Rachel, taking Ainsley’s hand. “If she’s going to become part of the Cult of Vanessa, she needs to meet more people.”
Chapter 37
It was three weeks after the release party and Rachel didn’t know what the hell this was called but she knew it was now on her List of Favorite Things.
She and Ainsley were both nude in Rachel’s bed on this Sunday morning and Rachel was feeling as if she was about to lose her mind with pleasure.
It had started off simply enough: Ainsley had warmed her up by going down on her, edging her clit with her tongue until it was a swollen, throbbing button and her opening was a leaking, wet and tingling mess just aching for Ainsley to fill it with anything: fingers, Rachel’s egg vibrator or
Rachel’s own enormous rainbow-colored dildo—the exact same one Ainsley had, bought by Rachel so they could have one at each house.
But instead of filling Rachel’s passage with any one of those items, Ainsley had stopped her oral attentions and then quickly straddled Rachel below her waist. Wordlessly, she adjusted Rachel’s legs just how she wanted them and before Rachel knew it…
“Oh fuck! Ainsley! Oh fuck!”
The feeling of Ainsley’s wet and slick pussy pressing against her own was mind-bending, a sensation so new, so spectacularly intense it went beyond sexy, it went beyond erotic. It was taking her, body and soul, to a stratospheric height she didn’t know existed.
Ainsley, moaning at the contact, started rocking her hips. Rachel, also moaning, rocked hers as well, finding the rhythm Ainsley was setting. Ainsley grabbed one of Rachel’s breasts as she rode her; Rachel slapped her hand on Ainsley’s ass, digging her fingers into the soft flesh, encouraging her girlfriend’s movements.
Rachel truly had no idea women did such things. She had never heard of this. But she was loving it. With each rocking thrust of their hips, their clits, their folds slid easily together and Rachel’s pussy was fast approaching that moment when everything below her waist would explode with such intense sensations that they would blind her momentarily as they always did when she came hard.
Their moans increased in volume. Rachel felt herself squirt out some of the arousal flooding her passage. The knowledge that it was mixing with Ainsley’s own juices, that both of their pussies were now coated with each other’s essences made Rachel arch her back as that build-up of pressurized pleasure beneath her mound increased.
“Fuck me!” she managed to growl. “Fuck me!”
Ainsley pinched Rachel’s nipple.
“Say it again!” Ainsley gasped out.
“Fuck me!...Oh shit!...Fuck me!”
Underneath their moans was the wet sounds of their pussies sliding and sometimes slapping together.
“Are you gonna come with me, baby?” Ainsley asked.
Yes!
“Fuck yes!”
“I’m close!” Ainsley told her.
So was Rachel. She felt more liquid slide down past her pussy and in between her ass cheeks.
The sight of the beautiful blonde riding her this way, her head thrown back, her mouth open, moans of delight coming from it, was incredible. The sight of Ainsley’s perfect breasts swaying with her motions and her toned abdomen writhing as she rocked to give Rachel all this pleasure…
It finally became too much.
“Ainsley! Oh shit!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Oh fuck!”
“Yeah, baby?” Ainsley’s voice was strained in that particular way Rachel recognized. “Rachel! Baby! I’m coming!”
And now Ainsley’s rocking increased and she was pressing harder against Rachel’s sex and a moment later Rachel’s orgasm hit. Hard.
Her shouts joined Ainsley’s as the storm in her pussy unleashed itself and spread all through her. Those hidden inner walls of hers were rapidly clutching and each squeeze served to shoot thunderbolts of delight outward everywhere in her system, making her feel delirious. Every spasm caused her to grunt or to whimper or to moan.
“Oh Jesus, baby!” Ainsley exclaimed.
The point of contact between their pussies was so wet now it was practically frictionless but Rachel gripped Ainsley’s ass harder nonetheless and pulled the other woman’s center against her tighter.
After a moment, contact was broken when suddenly Ainsley scrambled off Rachel and repositioned herself with her head once more between Rachel’s legs.
More moaning from Rachel as Ainsley began licking, her tongue probing. She avoided Rachel’s clit but she poked her tongue inside Rachel’s still convulsing opening, swirling it around. When she had enough of that she sucked on Rachel’s folds, making the same kind of delighted humming noises as a woman tasting a decadent dessert.
Eventually, she looked up at Rachel.
“Fuck, we taste good mixed together.”
Rachel cocked an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said between the heavy breaths that were the result of her massive orgasm. “You’re keeping it all to yourself, aren’t you?”
Ainsley took the hint as Rachel knew she would. Her girlfriend was a very, very smart woman.
In less than ten seconds, Ainsley was lying atop Rachel and they were sixty-nining. Rachel eagerly brought her mouth to Ainsley’s glistening pussy, which was still slightly red from the rubbing. Soon she was humming also.
Ainsley was right.
They did taste good mixed together.
***
“What the fuck was that called?” Rachel panted about ten minutes later as she and Ainsley, now lying next to each other, were coming down from another set of orgasms.
“Tribbing,” Ainsley answered, still out of breath.
“And why haven’t we done that before?” Rachel pressed. “Fuck, that was amazing!”
Ainsley laughed.
“You don’t expect me to pull out all the tricks right away, do you?”
“Fuck, I love you,” Rachel exclaimed.
Again Ainsley laughed. She rolled onto her side to face Rachel.
“I thought we agreed: no saying ‘I love you’ directly after sex. It can’t be trusted then.”
This was true.
They had first said the words the night of the book release party, after returning to Rachel’s house.
The night had been a success. Ainsley had been a hit, charming Rachel’s friends and even making an extra special effort to win Amy over by coming up with a great topic for her podcast, Lesbeing.
“Chapter 25 fails…” Amy had said, clearly intrigued.
“Sure,” Ainsley had said. “There’s already a Twitter hashtag for it. You get some women to appear on your show who are willing to talk about completely boffing it when trying to recreate the sex in Chapter 25. It could be hilarious.”
“You’re right!” Amy had uttered. “Fuck, I love it!” She had then looked at Rachel. “You can be on the episode!”
But Rachel had stuck out her tongue.
“Yeah, I’m thinking…no! Find some other lesbians who are willing to embarrass themselves.”
Later, when they had returned to Rachel’s house, Rachel couldn’t hold it in any longer. If Ainsley didn’t say it back because she wasn’t there yet, Rachel wasn’t going to mind. She needed to let Ainsley know that she herself was there and would remain there.
So, as soon as they walked in the house, Rachel had taken hold of Ainsley’s hand and turned her so they were facing each other.
“Baby, you need to know something,” Rachel had begun. “I have fallen in love with you. Deeply.” She had taken a fortifying breath, then, deciding to go for broke. “I don’t want to imagine my life without you, Ainsley. I mean it, I truly do love you.”
And then Rachel learned that there was no doubt Ainsley was in the same place.
After Ainsley pulled Rachel in for a kiss, she then said, “I love you too, Rach. I always knew I would.”
In bed that night, right after having sex, Rachel, breathless, had said, “Just never say it during or after sex.”
“Say what?” Ainsley interrogated.
“I love you,” Rachel answered. “It’s something men like to do and it never means anything.”
Ainsley had laughed.
“Trust me, women are known to do the same thing,” she told Rachel. “Fine. No saying ‘I love you’ during or after sex.”
“Deal.”
“But I have one question,” Ainsley had stated. “How long after sex do I have to wait to tell you how much I love you? Because I’m kind of sleepy now and want to say it before I pass out.”
***
Now, Rachel also rolled onto her side to better face Ainsley.
“Do you not trust that I meant it?” she asked.
Ainsley stroked Rachel’s upper arm.
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“I never doubt you when you say it,” she said.
“Good, because I can guarantee you I will never lie about how much I love you.” Rachel tucked a stray lock of Ainsley’s blonde hair behind the doctor’s ear. Everything her soul needed was right here in this bed with her. She had been hoping all her life to find this, what she was feeling for Ainsley. For the longest time, she had been expecting to find it with a man and yet she had never—not once—come close. Why that was, she didn’t particular care anymore. It simply did not matter. She was at a place beyond happiness now and it didn’t matter that her conductor to this place had been a woman—an unbelievably beautiful, super intelligent and funny woman who was also off-the-charts sexy as well.
“You’re stuck with me,” Rachel added.
Ainsley smiled and Rachel noted how her eyes were glistening.
“Do you mean that?” Ainsley asked in a whisper. “Because, seriously, Rachel, you’re who I want to be stuck with. I can’t get enough of you. I just love you so much.”
Now Rachel smiled.
“Even though I’m about to yell at you for leaving a bra in the kitchen sink last night?” she asked.
Ainsley frowned.
“I didn’t!”
“You did,” Rachel confirmed. “What I want to know is, what were the steps you followed in that pretty head of yours which led you to A: remove your top and bra in the kitchen last night, and then B: leave your bra in the kitchen sink?”
“Actually in the sink?” Ainsley asked, wincing. “Not, like, next to it?”
“In, baby,” Rachel told her. She then propped herself up on one elbow. “What is it with you and bras? Do they just jump off your body at the oddest places once you get home?”
Ainsley groaned and blushed.
“I’m hopeless, I know!” she said. She scootched a little closer to Rachel. “Am I still stuck with you? Or have you decided you just can’t take anymore of me and my strange quirks?”
Rachel chuckled and brought her lips to Ainsley’s for a kiss.
“What I’ve decided,” she said afterwards, “is that if we ever do live together, we are definitely getting a maid.”
“Housekeeper,” Ainsley corrected.
“Fine, housekeeper,” Rachel said. “And I’ve also decided that I wouldn’t be able to live without your strange quirks, my darling love. They’re what make you Ainsley and I fucking love Ainsley.”