by Emily King
It didn’t help that Sarah had asked where she lived. She couldn’t win by answering that question, given Sarah’s mixed messages. If she mentioned her wealth, she ran the risk of her glomming onto her and hoping to move into her beachfront condo as a couple of other women had tried to do. Then again, she might be repelled because of her experiences with Robin.
Any way she looked at it, she saw a problem. Sarah was either going to be overly interested in her or not interested at all. Neither sounded good.
But Amy wasn’t ready to let go of a woman with a body like Sarah’s, with its luscious curves. She looked even prettier today than she had at the beach. Her long blond hair was down, instead of up in a loose ponytail, and it fell in gentle golden waves to rest on a wide-necked knit top instead of a running shirt. She had on light makeup: a little eye shadow that brought out her lovely brown eyes and lipstick that accentuated her very kissable lips.
If dating wasn’t going to be feasible because of whatever implication Amy’s financial status would have for Sarah, maybe a fling with her was the answer. She could have some fun and wait a little longer to venture back into the dating world. Flings weren’t usually her style, but maybe she could make an exception. She wouldn’t need to part with too many personal details that way and might be able to avoid the topic of money all together. The only problem was, Sarah had said she wasn’t into flings. Amy sighed.
“So, what about you? Do you live nearby, too?” Sarah asked as they walked, repeating her earlier question.
Amy wanted to answer but didn’t see how she could without either an outright lie or revealing more than she wanted to. And she didn’t want to lie any more than she already had with omissions. “Um…”
“Never mind. You don’t have to tell me,” Sarah said, shaking her head.
“I want to tell you. It’s just that it’s complicated.”
“Does that mean you live with an ex-girlfriend?” Sarah asked.
“No.”
“A current girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Then it’s not too complicated for me,” Sarah said. Amy wondered at Sarah’s newly matter-of-fact tone of voice during the questions; it was almost like she was trying to make a decision of some sort.
“A boyfriend?”
Amy turned her head to stare at her. “No.”
Sarah laughed. “Just checking.”
Amy shook her head. Boyfriend, indeed. But at least Sarah’s good spirits seemed to have returned.
“You don’t have to tell me about any of it until you’re ready,” Sarah said.
Amy didn’t want her to get her hopes up, so she just nodded. As they continued their walk, she was a little surprised that Sarah didn’t press the issue. She could only imagine what she must be thinking about her statement that it was complicated. Why did things have to be so difficult? They walked in silence for a bit, on a residential street now, and Amy admired some of the cute houses.
“I have another question,” Sarah announced. She slowed, taking hold of one of Amy’s hands to slow her as well.
“Yes?” she asked, hoping that it would be a question that she could answer and not another that she would have to sidestep.
Sarah brought them to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to face her. She took a breath as though gathering her courage, making Amy brace herself for what she would say.
“Would having a fling really be such a bad idea?” she asked.
The question still caught Amy off guard. What had caused Sarah to revisit the idea of a fling? She couldn’t be sure, but she knew herself well enough to be aware that she had been probably sending her own mixed messages with her hot and cold behavior and non-answers. She could see how that would make her seem like bad dating material.
The good news was that, like her, Sarah apparently was unable to ignore their physical attraction. Just the feel of Sarah’s hand that continued to hold hers was causing a wonderful warmth to suffuse her body. She looked at Sarah’s lips, wanting very much to claim her mouth with her own and to do the same with the rest of her beautiful body, for that matter.
“No, actually, I don’t think a fling would be such a bad idea at all.”
Sarah smiled, her gaze dropping to Amy’s lips, before returning to her eyes. “Good,” she said, gesturing to the adjacent house, “because this is where I live, and I’d like you to come in.”
Chapter Seven
Buzzing with arousal from the hungry look Amy had given her in return, Sarah let them into her house and then turned to close and lock the front door. Her hands shook a little from her excitement, not to mention her nervousness. She had surprised herself at being bold enough to invite Amy in. She was also surprised that Amy had agreed to come in, given her earlier complaints about being wanted only for her body or her uniform.
Amy’s thoughts must have changed during this date, just as Sarah’s had. Either that or hooking up was all that Amy had wanted in the first place and she had been putting on airs earlier. She was so confusing. But she was also very, very hot, and Sarah planned to thoroughly enjoy her body. Turning around, she faced her. Before she could so much as plan her next move, Amy’s mouth was on hers.
Amy’s kiss was hungry, and Sarah liked it. She slid her arms around Amy’s shoulders and returned the kiss with a hunger of her own. Amy moaned, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her closer. Sarah opened her mouth to her, and Amy’s tongue met hers, circling, sucking, sending pleasure through her, and only stopping when they both needed to catch their breath. Amy’s eyes were filled with heat, her lips still parted after the kiss. It made Sarah’s center throb.
“I want you,” Amy said.
“I want you, too.”
Amy backed her against the wall. “I want you here, now,” she breathed and began kissing along her neck.
Sarah tilted her head back and moaned at the delicious feel of Amy’s warm lips and tongue on her neck. She threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head. Her hair was just as wonderfully soft as it looked.
Amy licked and gently nipped the sensitive skin at the base of her neck and around her collarbones until she reached the boundaries of her shirt. “Let’s get this shirt off.” She grasped the hem and stepped back enough to pull it up and off Sarah and then toss it aside. Her hands immediately went to Sarah’s nipples, which were pushing at the fabric of her bra. She thumbed them and Sarah let out another moan. Amy reached around and unclasped the bra. Sarah shrugged out of it, and it fell to the floor.
Amy gazed at her bare breasts with lustful appreciation before bending forward to roll her tongue around and over a hardened nipple. Sarah arched with another moan. When Amy moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, she clutched at Amy’s shoulders, arching her pelvis into her for more contact.
“Let’s get the rest of this off,” Amy said urgently. She reached for the button of Sarah’s capri pants.
“Yes,” Sarah said breathlessly, but she caught Amy’s hands. She wasn’t going to be the only one undressed when she so badly wanted to see Amy’s body. “I’ve got this. You have some catching up to do.” She arched an eyebrow and moved her eyes over Amy’s still fully clothed figure.
Amy hastily unbuttoned her polo shirt and pulled it over her head. She shucked off the rest of her clothes and her shoes with the same rapidity.
Mesmerized, Sarah forgot all about undoing her capris and openly admired the athletic physique of the woman before her. She drank it all in: the softly muscled shoulders and arms, the lightly defined abdomen, the toned thighs and calves. Swimsuit tan lines highlighted Amy’s torso, making her full breasts stand out in creamy relief to the rest of her tanned body. “You’re beautiful,” Sarah said.
Amy smiled. “I think you’re beautiful, too. And I want to see the rest of you.” She advanced toward her and reached for the capris again, unbuttoning and unzipping. Sarah stepped out of her sandals and wriggled out of her capris and undies.
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bsp; “Yes, very beautiful,” Amy said, gazing at her. She pulled her close and kissed her long and deep.
Sarah surrendered to the scorching kiss, the full length of Amy’s solid but soft body pressed against her. She backed toward the wall again for support. When Amy broke the kiss, Sarah was breathless. “Your kisses…they’re driving me wild.” Arousal was already slicking her thighs. “I need you—soon.” She grasped Amy’s shoulders and hooked a leg around her hip, pressing her swollen, wet center against her.
Amy let out a little growl of pleasure. She pressed closer, taking some of Sarah’s weight and gripping the thigh that encircled her hip, supporting it and caressing it, while bending to kiss and lightly bite one of her shoulders. When she unleashed her tongue on her nipples again, Sarah moaned and clutched at her back. Amy’s hand moved closer to where she needed it. Sarah gasped as her fingers found her swollen folds.
“Is this okay?” Amy asked.
“Very okay,” Sarah breathed, her center aching with need. She kissed Amy urgently.
Amy stroked her fingers through Sarah’s wetness, brushing her clitoris.
“Ohhh,” Sarah moaned.
Amy set her feet and legs to more fully support Sarah and pressed her fingers into Sarah’s liquid heat.
“Oh, yes,” Sarah said as Amy entered her. She allowed herself to relax into Amy’s sure stance, taking in the full length of her fingers.
“You’re so wet, and you feel so good,” Amy said, her breath warm against Sarah’s neck.
“Mmm,” Sarah said, enjoying every sensation of Amy filling her.
Amy began to move, setting a steady rhythm of pulling back to near withdrawal only to change course and enter again.
“Oh…oh, yes!” Sarah felt her swollen folds and clitoris swell further with each stroke. It all felt so good. Her breath started to come in hard gasps and Amy gave her faster, firmer strokes. Sarah gave a last cry as a powerful orgasm racked her body. She melted against Amy, breathless.
Amy quickly repositioned herself, pressing her swollen wetness against Sarah’s upper thigh. Sarah tightened her arms around her, pulling her closer. “Yes, let me feel you.”
Amy rolled her hips, rocking her hard, slickened clitoris against Sarah. “Yes,” Sarah said, moving one of her hands to her buttocks, pulling her even closer. Amy rolled her hips faster, her breath becoming ragged until, at last, she let out a cry and dropped her head against Sarah’s shoulder. “So good…” she murmured.
“Yes…so good,” Sarah said. She held Amy while her breathing slowed. “Let’s go lie down. I don’t know about you, but I need to recover before round two.”
Amy straightened with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, me too.”
Sarah took her hand and led her to her bedroom.
* * *
In the cool evening air, Amy walked back to the coffeehouse to pick up her car. Sarah had offered to drive her, but she had declined, encouraging her to stay comfy in bed for a while longer since the coffeehouse was only a short distance away.
Amy wished that was her only reason for declining. The other reason had to do with the fact that her vehicle was a luxury SUV and such a vehicle was either going to be repulsive to Sarah with its implications of wealth or trigger excessive interest on her part. Amy still didn’t know which, but both options were worrisome because she didn’t want to create problems with Sarah when their fling was off to such a good start.
It was better to just keep things simple by walking. But walking wasn’t simple either; Sarah had insisted that Amy take a sweatshirt to wear against the chill of the marine air. Amy had complied, and while she was grateful for the warmth, it felt very intimate to wear Sarah’s shirt, even when taking into account the intense physical intimacy that they had just shared.
No, keeping things simple was not going to be an easy feat. The feel of Sarah answering her hungry kisses, the press of her body against her own, the sensation of gliding her fingers through her hot wetness, the sounds of her pleasure… Amy couldn’t remember anyone ever having made her so hard, so wet. And the second time, amazingly, had been as fantastic as the first. Amy was aroused again just thinking about the tantalizing things that Sarah had done to her body in the bedroom. She could barely wait to return next weekend. How was a fling going to be enough with such a passionate, responsive, and kind lover?
Amy neared the coffeehouse. She had parked in a two-hour zone. If she had gotten a ticket for exceeding the time limit, it would be well worth it. She grinned when she saw her vehicle—there was no ticket on the windshield. She unlocked her door and got in. The feminine scent from Sarah’s sweatshirt enveloped her in the enclosed space. The scent was something floral and a little bit sweet, like freesias. She inhaled deeply, breathing in Sarah’s fragrance, before starting her SUV and heading home.
Sarah lingered in bed. Her limbs were languid, her body was satiated, but her mind was busy. She had offered Amy a ride back to the coffeehouse to pick up her car, but she had demurred, suggesting that Sarah relax in the bed for a while longer. When Sarah pointed out that it was almost dark outside and that the temperature had become a little brisk for Amy to walk in her shorts and polo shirt, she had still demurred, saying that the coffeehouse wasn’t very far. At least she had accepted a sweatshirt to wear.
Sarah had tried not to read too much into all of it, but she couldn’t help wondering if there was another reason for her refusal. It wasn’t anything to do with the sex, because the second time had been just as delicious as the first and they had already made plans for her to come over again next weekend.
The more Sarah pondered the issue, the more she wondered if Amy’s refusal of a ride to the coffeehouse had something to do with her car. Maybe she was embarrassed of it just as she seemed to be embarrassed of her living situation, wherever it was that she lived. Maybe she didn’t want Sarah to see her car, just like she didn’t want her to know where she lived.
Sarah didn’t know how Amy’s car could be much worse than her own old beat-up sedan, but maybe it was. Maybe she thought it would be a turnoff. Didn’t Amy realize that she couldn’t turn Sarah off if she tried? The level of arousal and want that Sarah had experienced with Amy was not one she had experienced before. How was a fling going to be enough with such a passionate, considerate, and intuitive lover?
Sarah didn’t know how much money lifeguards made, but maybe Amy’s finances were stretched thin. That didn’t matter to Sarah, but maybe it mattered to Amy. She wished Amy knew there was no need to be ashamed of her living situation or of her car.
Chapter Eight
It was the Saturday of the Fun Run fundraiser for the SCB junior lifeguard program. When Sarah heard Justin pull his car into her driveway to pick her up as anticipated, she went outside to greet him.
Justin stepped out of his car, leaving the engine running. “Hi. Are you still sure you want to walk to the check-in? We could just drive.”
“Yeah—you know how bad parking is by the pier. It’s probably even worse today. If we don’t get a good spot, we could end up walking from somewhere this far anyway.”
“That’s true.” He got back in, shut off the engine, and joined her in the driveway. “There’s always plenty of parking for me here with your roommates gone all the time.”
“That there is.” Fiona and Susie were at work again this weekend. “Are you ready to go?”
He nodded. “I am.”
They began walking to the beach.
“It’s probably good to walk anyway,” Justin said. “I think we need a thorough warm-up. I saw Marsha in the teachers’ lounge on Friday, and after talking to her, I got the impression that this Fun Run is more competitive than we think.”
“Uh-oh,” Sarah said. She already harbored doubts about whether their sporadic bouts of jogging the past few weeks had been enough preparation. “What exactly did she say?”
“She said something about not wanting to get run over by anyone with a baby stroller this year.”
Sarah laughed and ga
ve Justin a shove on the shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t joke. You had me worried there for a minute.”
“No, I’m not joking. She said that the people pushing the jogging strollers are some of the most hardcore racers. Apparently, one of the strollers nipped her ankle last year.”
“Ankle-nipping baby strollers? And on the sand, no less?”
Justin shrugged. “She said they have wheels as big as a kid’s bicycle wheels.”
Sarah blinked. “Hmm. Let’s steer clear of those then.”
“Yeah, I think we’re going to be sore enough after running these three miles even without getting our ankles nipped.”
“Probably, but at least it’s for a good cause.”
“And how is your lifeguard, by the way?”
She drew in a breath, uncertain as to how to answer.
“Not good?” he asked, frowning.
“No, it’s not that…”
“Well, what is it then? Oh, wait, I get it. Did you end up with a wine spritzer instead of a rosé?”
“What?” She looked at him and then rolled her eyes. “Oh, no, not another wine analogy.” But she couldn’t resist. “Okay, I’ll bite—what do you mean this time?”
He shrugged. “Just that things can fizz out.”
She groaned. “Oh, boy. You are so cheesy.”
“What?” he said, sounding slightly indignant. “A spritzer after the bubbles wear off is no fun.”
She shook her head.
“So, tell me what’s going on,” he prodded.
Sarah sighed. “Things fizzing out isn’t the problem. On the contrary, things are very lively.” Images of Amy came to her: Amy’s eyes dark with desire, Amy’s hot tongue on one of her breasts, Amy moving between her thighs… They had spent two amazing Saturdays in a row together now. Things were very lively. “But I don’t know… I guess I just get the sense that she’s holding something back.”