by Sabrina Kane
“I get that,” Sally said. “I, um, wouldn’t blame you. I wish you wouldn’t, of course but I knew that telling you this carried the risk of you never wanting to see me again.”
Amy suddenly found herself needing to exercise so much self-control. Sally’s lips were so close and the memory of how they felt against her own so recent.
“I should go,” Sally stated. “For what it’s worth, again, I’m sorry.”
And then Sally picked up her shoes and was walking away, just as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“Wait!” Amy called out.
Sally stopped and turned.
Amy swallowed. She wasn’t completely sure that what she was doing was the right thing but something was telling her it was.
She walked over to where Sally had stopped and stood in front of her.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said, meeting Sally’s eyes with her own.
“I knew I was going to tell you fifteen seconds after I walked into the coffeeshop,”
“Then why didn’t you tell me fifteen seconds after you walked into the coffeeshop?”
Sally shrugged.
“What if I was the only one who felt the way I did? I was hedging my bets, I guess. I figured if you were lukewarm to me or if you spent our entire date checking out that hot brunette behind the counter—”
“Vanessa,” Amy supplied. “But you would have to give me a pass on her. Everybody checks out Vanessa. I even know a married lesbian couple who have a No-Cheating-Except-With-Vanessa policy.”
Sally laughed.
“I could totally understand that. Anyway, the point is, if I felt that you weren’t feeling the same way I was, I’d let you walk away none the wiser.”
“But you knew I felt the same way?”
Sally nodded.
“I did,” she confirmed. “And so here we are.”
“Is everything else you told me true?”
“About my boring life? Yep.”
“Don’t forget the part about being named after Charlie Brown’s sister,” Amy added.
“I have her tattooed on my ribcage.”
Amy’s breath caught. She wanted to see that tattoo.
Actually, I just want to see her ribcage.
She pushed that thought away. It was counterproductive now.
“Before I decide if I never want to see you again,” Amy began, “start from beginning and tell me everything.”
***
How long it took, Amy didn’t know, nor did she care. They had sat back down in the sand, facing each other as it grew dark, until the beach was illuminated only by moonlight. It could have been an incredibly romantic setting and she supposed to anyone passing by, it looked that way.
Sally did what Amy had asked and told her everything. How Sally herself had only found out the truth about Jillian Ashley just last week. How Sally had been just as shocked by the revelation that her favorite lesfic author was really a man. How this guy, Max, had come to write the books in the first place and how he had offered Sally twenty percent of his royalties to pretend to be Jillian from time to time.
“Wow! Twenty percent?” Amy was impressed. She didn’t know the particulars of how many Jillian Ashley books had been sold, either in Kindle format or in paperback, but she figured a twenty percent cut was nothing to sneeze at.
“Amy, I swear,” Sally began, “going on a date with you had nothing to do with money!”
“I totally believe you,” Amy assured Sally. And she did. From the story which Sally had related, this whole her-pretending-to-be-Jillian-Ashley escapade was nothing sinister, nor had it been embarked upon with any evil intent. “But I’m still having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that Jillian Ashley is actually a man.”
“Tell me about it!” Sally agreed. “When Max told me, I was fucking floored! And a little sad, also. Like I had lost something.”
Amy nodded. She felt the exact same way! Since the release of The Fordham Road Fling, Jillian Ashley had been an important part of Amy’s life because reading was an important part of Amy’s life. The escape which books—particularly lesfic books—had provided her, especially during the hardest days of the pandemic lockdowns, were immeasurable. And Jillian Ashley books had been the most important of all the books Amy had read. She had already re-read The Fordham Road Fling seven times since it was first released. It was her favorite lesfic book of all time.
How was she supposed to feel about Fordham Road now? As well as the other three books in the Gotham series released so far?
She decided that could wait. Right now, she had to decide how to feel about this woman sitting in front of her on the dark beach.
Thinking of which…
“We should go,” she said, standing up. “I know Carlsbad is pretty safe but it’s probably smart if two women don’t sit around on a dark and quickly emptying beach.”
She reached her hand down to help Sally up and as soon Sally took it, Amy knew what would happen next because the contact sent a thrill through her body which started at her arm and ended at her heart.
The act of pulling Sally up caused Sally to end up directly in front of Amy, with only a sliver of space separating them. And Amy erased that sliver of space immediately, claiming Sally’s lips once more in a deep kiss, not caring about anything else except this moment. Jillian Ashley may be a man but Sally Whatever-her-last-name-is was a woman and Amy wanted every bit of her, as evidenced by the fact that her panties were now soaked, her pussy seemingly incapable of not producing liquid and pushing it out.
Sally pulled her lips away too soon. Amy mewled in protest.
“Are you sure?” Sally purred, nuzzling Amy’s neck which made Amy want to collapse back onto the sand with pleasure.
“Positive,” Amy stated, entangling her fingers in Sally’s black hair. “Follow me back to my place.”
She felt her earlobe get captured between Sally’s teeth and then Sally’s tongue circling the diamond stud she was wearing.
“What if I can’t wait that long?” Sally whispered after a good tug on the lobe with her teeth.
Amy’s heart thudded and her desire kicked into overdrive.
“Then don’t wait,” she practically growled.
Suddenly, Sally turned her around, pressing against her back and wrapping her arms around her. Her heart pounding in anticipation, Amy surveyed the setting.
Now that the sun had gone down, marking the end of another gorgeous day in Carlsbad, the beach had emptied considerably, though a few diehard beachgoers remained, most of them sitting with friends on the sand here and there. Amy could spot two joggers running together, heading away from them in the direction of Oceanside whose pier she could just make out the lights of three miles distant. However, in the immediate vicinity of where she was standing with Sally, right next to lifeguard tower #34, there was no one.
A good thing to, because Amy felt Sally’s left hand start to slide up under her shirt. Amy gasped as the hand came to rest on her abdomen. Her breathing became shallower.
“Is this okay?” Sally asked.
Amy nodded and the hand slid a little further up until it was now resting on her chest just below the underwires of her bra.
“Still okay?”
Amy nodded again but this time, to show just how okay she was with what was happening, she also reached behind, finding the back of Sally’s left thigh and squeezed it. The groan Sally gave in response made Amy groan as well.
Thus encouraged, Sally’s hand now came up to cover the right cup of Amy’s padded bra just before her fingers stole inside it, found her nipple and began pinching it.
“Oh god, Sally…”
“It’s like a fucking diamond,” Sally murmured.
That was hardly an exaggeration, Amy considered. Both of her nipples were achingly hard.
While Sally pinched and kneaded the electrified nub, she was kissing along Amy’s neck, stopping every now and then to rake her teeth against the flesh as if she was going to take a
big bite and Amy actually wished Sally was a vampire. She wanted to feel her neck punctured by sharp fangs while her clit was throbbing as it was now, knowing she would explode in orgasm at the pain and then the warmth as her blood was sucked.
After another few moments, Sally’s hand left Amy’s breast and slid back down. Amy thought maybe they would leave now, walk back to La Vida Mocha’s parking lot, where they had left their cars, and finally head back to her place.
But she was wrong.
Sally wasn’t done with her yet.
Now Sally had hooked both of her thumbs into Amy’s jeans, right at the front, and the thumbs were playfully rubbing her lower abdomen just above her panties.
“Totally okay,” Amy whispered before Sally asked. It had been too long since another woman had touched her like this and her center was now nothing but liquid.
“Are you sure sure?” Sally nonetheless asked.
Whereas Amy could appreciate Sally’s consideration, she needed Sally to forget the question of consent right now.
“Yes! Please!” she croaked.
Sally didn’t waste any more time and started unfastening Amy’s jeans.
“Oh my god!” Amy whispered, her clit pulsing nearly as strongly as her heart as the cool night air found its way into her pants and softly caressed her most sensitive region.
Fingers slid into the unfastened pants and then slid under her panties and then, right there on the beach, out in the open, Sally’s fingers were on Amy’s pussy.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet!” Sally exclaimed.
Amy couldn’t speak, she could only whimper as Sally played with all that wetness, sending waves of pleasure shooting out of Amy’s core. Sally’s other arm wrapped itself around Amy’s midsection, making Amy feel captured, a prisoner of this woman who was taking her on the beach like this. She couldn’t help but cry out when a finger was curled inside her. There was still no one around them, not close enough to have noticed the sound, and so Amy allowed herself to be a little vocal. It was getting impossible not to, anyway, because Sally’s hand was pressing and rocking firmly against her clit while that lone finger wiggled inside her.
“I’m so close!” Amy said. “Oh shit, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
And then, euphoria.
Shuddering in Sally’s arms, she surrendered to the orgasm which hit her, biting her lips to keep from screaming out. Her pussy throbbed and convulsed against Sally’s hand, her come leaking out, soaking not only her panties but her thighs as well because the panties could no longer contain it.
Amy felt Sally tighten her grip with that arm she had around her, imprisoning her even more solidly.
“I got you,” Sally whispered in her ear.
Good thing, too, because Sally’s embrace was all that was keeping Amy upright. Her knees were now jelly and threatening to buckle. Being fucked in public like this, on a moonlit beach was adding to the intensity of the orgasm, making the muscles in all of her limbs weak. Finally she had to release her lips and allow a mewling moan to escape; it couldn’t be helped.
Fuck, that was fast!
When it was done, Sally withdrew her hand and even very politely refastened Amy’s jeans. For her part, Amy couldn’t move, not just yet. She was trembling and whimpering softly while Sally held her in her arms, kissing her neck softly, letting Amy enjoy the last remnants of all that pleasure.
Chapter 14
It was Sally’s idea to call a Lyft.
After bringing Amy to an orgasm right there on the beach, Sally’s own center was on fire. It needed to be touched and kissed and penetrated and she was so wet and so desperate for Amy to do all of those things that the thought of walking all the way back to La Vida Mocha and then following Amy back to her place…no, it couldn’t happen. That was going to take too long!
When Amy’s climax had finished having its way with her, Sally had asked where she lived.
“The Arbors,” Amy had whispered. “Over by the Buena Vista Lagoon.”
“That’s too far,” Sally had said, still nuzzling Amy’s neck. “My place is closer, if you’d like?”
“I’d like. I’d really, really like.”
And so Sally had called for the Lyft and while they waited in the beach’s parking lot for the car to arrive, they had stood under a streetlamp kissing non-stop as if they were teenagers in high school making out under the bleachers.
During the ride to her condo, they hadn’t spoken, just cuddled in the back seat of the Kia Sportage driven by five-star driver Tyrone.
“Oh my god, this is so cute!” Amy now exclaimed, stepping into Sally’s home.
“Thanks!”
Sally, like anyone who unexpectedly brought someone over to their dwelling, did a quick survey of the living room, dining room and kitchen, determining that, thankfully, her place wasn’t a mess. Okay, she had left her much-loved and much-worn Carlsbad High sweatshirt on the sofa after taking it off last night when she had started feeling too warm. And, okay, she had also left an empty wine glass on the coffee table last night as well, but on the whole she didn’t believe Amy would think her a slovenly person. Well, as long as Amy also didn’t care about the pair of high heels that should have been in the bedroom closet but were in fact over by the dining room table where Sally had kicked them off back on…
Christ! Wednesday?
“Drink?” Sally asked as a way of hopefully diverting Amy’s attention from her pigsty of a home.
Amy turned to her and their eyes locked. She shook her head.
“No. I definitely don’t want a drink.”
And just like that, their lips were together again.
This was moving far, far faster than she normally preferred, Sally knew. This was supposed to be a proper date, after all; prelude to a relationship. Rapidly escalating things to the point of sex was fine back when she was twenty-one, but she was twenty-eight and craving more substantial bonds with women now. Yet, what was happening between her and Amy not only couldn’t be stopped, it also felt so right.
Besides, the throbbing between her legs was telling her that now was not the time to be thinking about anything other than this moment. And she knew Amy felt the same too. God, the woman had been soaked when Sally fingered her on the beach…
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sally took hold of Amy’s hand and practically sprinted with her into the bedroom where they disturbed Lena, who had been napping on the bed. After sussing out the situation, namely that her human had another human with her who looked to be staying a while, she jumped off the bed to go do cat-like things elsewhere in the condo.
As if they were of one mind, both women pulled off their shirts as soon as they were in the bedroom and then were back in each other’s arms, kissing hungrily, Sally feeling Amy’s cute soft pink padded bra pressing against her chest and Amy’s hands reaching down and cupping her ass.
A moment later, Amy pulled Sally over to the bed, made her lay on it face down and then lowered her body on top of hers. Sally groaned when Amy started kissing the back of her neck, her clit reacting to each touch of her lips with tiny pulses of pleasure.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Sally,” Amy purred, her lips now ghosting Sally’s ear.
Yes!
“Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow?” Amy asked, her voice still a purr.
“Just here with you,” Sally responded. “Doing this.”
“Excellent...because this is going to take all night.”
Amy’s kisses then started falling on Sally’s shoulder blades, first the left side, then the right, Amy interspersing licks with the flat of her tongue in with the kisses, making Sally feel electrified.
Next, Amy licked along the straps of Sally’s bra, occasionally letting her tongue slide under the strap, lifting it just a skosh and letting it snap back down.
“Oh fuck!” Sally moaned each time this happened, the sudden tingle of the mild sting that was caused making her grind her hips against the mattress.
“Ooh, ther
e she is!” Sally heard Amy say. At first, Sally didn’t know what she was referring to but when Amy’s lips and tongue started lavishing attention on a certain spot on her ribcage, Sally knew Amy had spotted the tattoo of Charlie Brown’s sister. Somehow, even though Sally was quite ticklish, Amy’s mouth on her ribcage did not cause her to break out into fits of giggles; instead, it made Sally’s pussy even wetter and she moaned as her swollen clit twitched in her panties.
Her bra was unhooked and Amy kissed that bit of flesh which the closure had covered.
Sally decided it was time to let Amy know the gentleness could stop.
“You can bite,” she murmured.
“Ooh, can I?”
“Please. And mark me.”
“Oh, fuck…”
Permission thus given, Sally was pleased Amy didn’t screw around. The first bite, right on her shoulder blade, was hard, painful. It caused Sally to cry out with the kind of sound which simultaneously telegraphed how much it hurt and how much it was close to making her come. The flesh was held in Amy’s teeth and pulled, Sally riding out the pain, her core responding, until finally Amy released the skin.
“Okay?” Amy asked.
Sally nodded and so Amy chose another spot and clamped her teeth on it and again Sally cried out, her pussy pumping out more arousal, this bite just as hard as the previous one, Amy’s sharp little teeth relentlessly holding onto Sally’s skin and now Sally’s inner walls started fluttering.
“Again…” she mewled when Amy was done.
This time, the bite came right above the waist of her jeans, Sally’s eyes squeezing shut not only because of delicious pain but because now her center was positively going crazy. Amy’s mouth was inches away and her pussy knew it.
“Amy, fuck me, please!” Sally cried out.
The teeth let go, lingering remnants of the pain still tingling Sally’s core. Amy got off her back and turned her over. When Sally tossed off her bra, Amy gasped.
“Oh my god, Sally…” she said, eyeing Sally’s breasts. She brought her face down to Sally’s chest and this time, Sally reveled in how gentle Amy was as she pulled one of her nipples into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, softly suckling it, moaning as she did so. First the left, then the right…each hard and pebbled nipple was lavished with sensual attention, the pleasure only heightened for Sally by the visual of seeing Amy’s lips puckered around her now incredibly sensitive buds.