A Long List of Firsts: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

by Sabrina Kane

  “We eventually stopped keeping score! It was like no team, no matter who was on it, was capable of winning a single set!”

  “Wow, you guys do suck,” Rachel teased.

  “Anyway, I have a petition here, signed by all the girls, stating that you are no longer allowed to work on Sundays if it means you can’t play volleyball with us.”

  Laughing, Rachel asked how she was supposed to support herself.

  “We took up a collection. You’re about to technically become a professional volleyball player as the only paid person in our little club.”

  “Excuse me, but I hope you collected a lot,” Rachel stated. “I won’t be had for cheap.”

  ***

  There really was a petition, Rachel discovered when Ainsley arrived at her house that night.

  “This is hilarious!” Rachel said, laughing, looking at the document in her hands. It had been handwritten on sheet of printer paper and read:

  We the undersigned demand that Rachel forget she is a real estate agent on Sundays and instead remember that she is a superstar volleyball player.

  Below that were the signatures of the women, her new friends.

  “I love it,” Rachel said, looking up at Ainsley. “By the way, I missed you today.”

  This was true. Though she’d had an amazingly successful day plying her trade, she had missed Ainsley a lot and seeing her again, here in her house, was making her feel ridiculously giddy.

  “I missed you too,” Ainsley said.

  And then Rachel couldn’t wait any longer. After placing the petition on the coffee table, among the wilderness of flowers Ainsley had given her for Valentine’s Day, she pulled Ainsley to her and kissed her deeply, immediately invading the blonde’s mouth with her tongue. And even though the last time she had kissed Ainsley like this had only been this morning in San Diego, it was still too long ago.

  There was just something about doing this simple act with this particular person. When Rachel kissed Ainsley, she always lost awareness of anything else. All outside stimuli or distractions disappeared. It was as if their kisses encased them in a bubble in which they were shielded from the rest of the world while simultaneously igniting sensations of pleasure in her that she could swear she’d never felt before.

  Was it kissing a woman that was doing this to her? Or was it kissing this particular woman that was doing this to her?

  Right now, she didn’t care. Right now, never breaking their lip lock, she brought her hands to Ainsley’s hips and started sliding off the blue gym shorts Ainsley was wearing, also taking Ainsley’s panties down as well. Once past the flare of Ainsley’s hips, the garments fell to the floor and she felt Ainsley step out of them. And then Rachel finally broke their kiss, lowering herself to her knees in front of her lover, just like she did that first night they were together, on Valentine’s Day.

  But unlike that night, Rachel immediately pushed her face between Ainsley’s legs, darted out her tongue and began circling the swollen clit it found there. Her eyes shut as the tang of Ainsley’s flavor spread itself through her mouth, making her increase the speed with which she ran her tongue over the bud.

  Above her, Ainsley whimpered and she began rocking her hips in time with the work Rachel’s tongue was doing.

  But Rachel wanted more. This angle was giving her only a small taste of what she wanted. Again thinking of Sally’s books, Rachel decided she wanted to try something she’d read the characters in those stories so many times.

  Pulling her mouth away from Ainsley’s pussy, she stood, took Ainsley’s hand and led her quickly into the bedroom. Once there, she immediately lay herself on the bed, still dressed in the pj shorts and tank top she’d had on when Ainsley arrived, pulling Ainsley on top of her.

  “Sit on me,” Rachel said.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” was Ainsley’s reply. Without any hesitation, Ainsley rose up off Rachel and straddled her face, her pussy several inches above Rachel’s mouth.

  “Slowly!” Rachel gasped.

  Wide-eyed, Rachel watched as Ainsley’s glistening pussy was slowly lowered to her eager mouth.

  Rachel’s clit pulsed strongly as she saw Ainsley’s arousal obeying the law of gravity. Thin strings of the woman’s essence were dangling from her folds, swaying gently as Ainsley continued lowering herself.

  One of the strings broke and Rachel felt the droplet land on her chin. She groaned.

  Finally, Rachel’s mouth was covered by Ainsley’s wet sex and she started eating her out, her lips and tongue working voraciously and wildly at first. But then she told herself to slow down, to not be so slapdash, to focus on what she was doing. To not act so inexperienced. Because in a remarkably short time—only since Friday night!—pleasuring Ainsley had become an essential need for Rachel.

  So, she slid her tongue inside Ainsley’s opening and by now the doctor was so turned on that after every two or three swirls Rachel made with it she had to swallow the collected come in her mouth.

  “Oh my god!” Ainsley cried out, her exclamation sounding muted to Rachel because Ainsley’s thighs were pressed against her ears.

  Rachel removed her tongue after about a minute more and then latched her lips onto Ainsley’s clit. The clit jumped and pulsed in her mouth while she gently suckled on it, giving it firm swipes with her tongue…and humming while she did so.

  Ainsley didn’t last any longer.

  “RachelRachelRachel! Fucking GOD! I’m coming!”

  To Rachel, it was as if she turned on a faucet.

  It started when Ainsley’s pussy came alive with a jerking set of contractions which Rachel felt against her mouth. And then Ainsley’s orgasm burst loose and she came. She came a lot.

  The doctor’s come spurted out of her, surprising Rachel as suddenly the lower half of her face was covered with warmth. What she didn’t catch in her mouth dribbled off her chin to slide down her neck as now Ainsley, in the throes of the climax, was riding Rachel’s face, sliding her streaming pussy back and forth, back and forth, Rachel trying to drink as much of Ainsley’s essence as she could.

  Feeling her own center practically begging her for release, Rachel crossed one of her legs over the other on the mattress, squeezing them hard together, pressing them against her vibrating clit and it was enough to make her come undone also. Rachel squealed against Ainsley’s pussy as her own pleasure rocketed through her, making her body quake and her hips buck. She wanted to scream out but it was impossible. Her mouth was still covered by Ainsley’s convulsing sex, still getting refills of the blonde’s come.

  Finally, Ainsley lifted herself off Rachel’s face but if Rachel thought it was all over, she was wrong.

  Ainsley raised her pussy just inches from Rachel’s now-slickened face, brought her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously fast, to Rachel’s eyes, the hand was but a blur.

  “Shit!” Ainsley grunted. “Baby…fuck!...Shit!...I’m coming again!...Oh FUCK!”

  And Ainsley then sat back down on Rachel’s face just as more of the blonde’s juices were pumped out by the swollen pussy Rachel was drinking from.

  Chapter 20

  “But what if she changes her mind?” Charlotte asked Ainsley the next day at Scripps Memorial. They were in the cafeteria having lunch. Ainsley was dressed in her scrubs but Charlotte was in street clothes. It was unusual for Charlotte to be at this hospital. Her pediatric practice, which she shared with two other doctors, was in San Diego. But one of Charlotte’s patients had had to be admitted to Scripps for a bronchoscopy in order to diagnose some breathing difficulties the ten-year-old boy was having and Charlotte had made the trip north to check in on the boy and to consult with the pediatric surgeons on staff.

  Ainsley had just told Charlotte about what she and Rachel had been doing since Valentine’s Day—namely, having sex every opportunity they could. Charlotte, having talked to Rachel on volleyball Sundays and knowing Rachel was straight, naturally was surprised.

  In response to Charlotte’s qu
estion, Ainsley shrugged.

  “She and I talked about it,” she began. “We’re not putting any labels on what we’re doing and there are no expectations.”

  As true as that was, Ainsley considered silently, she knew that she was having trouble not viewing this thing with Rachel as anything but having found a new girlfriend. And the reason why was simple: She wanted Rachel to be her girlfriend. Had she ever felt this connected and spiritually in sync with another woman? Even just watching Hulu shows with Rachel or cooking with her like they did last night after having sex felt so right.

  Trying to sound nonchalant, Ainsley added, “Look, if Rach decides she’s just full-blown straight then we’ll simply continue as friends.”

  “Aargh!” Charlotte moaned. “But then it will be all super awkward between you two! And she’s the best volleyball player we’ve ever had!”

  Ainsley’s mouth dropped open.

  “Is that all you care about?” she asked.

  “Ains, you’ve seen her play! She’s amazing! And because she’s so amazing, the rest of us try harder! And now you’re risking fucking that up!”

  “Oh, for god’s sake!”

  “No, seriously! Of all the confused women out there, why couldn’t you pick an uncoordinated and klutzy one and leave Rachel alone?”

  Ainsley tossed a French fry at her.

  They ate in silence for a few bites and then Charlotte asked, “So, honestly…if Rachel really decides that playing for our team—I’m talking the lesbian team now—isn’t for her, will you be okay with that? Because…”

  “Because what?” Ainsley asked.

  Charlotte shrugged.

  “I’ve seen the way you look at her,” she answered. “This isn’t just about sex for you. You’re smitten.”

  Ainsley couldn’t deny that and Charlotte would call her out on it if she did.

  “Fine, I am,” she said, picking up a French fry from her plate and snapping it in half with her teeth. “She’s incredible and I’d like to explore a deeper relationship with her.” She popped the remainder of the fry into her mouth.

  “Provided she never yearns for the almighty penis again,” Charlotte quipped.

  Ainsley made a face. She was a doctor and she had examined and/or operated on many a nude male. But the idea of sexual intimacy with a guy…it always sent a shudder down her spine.

  “Anyway,” Charlotte went on, growing excited, “what’s she like in bed? The last time I had a virgin was when I was a virgin.” She made a face. “Is she awful?”

  Ainsley laughed, hoping the laughter was distracting enough to not make Charlotte notice that she crossed her legs under the table. The mere mention of Rachel and sex was enough to cause flutters of excitement, especially when Ainsley remembered all that they had gotten up to last night.

  Lowering her voice to a whisper, Ainsley said, “She’s fucking amazing, Char.”

  Charlotte waggled her eyebrows.

  “Go on!”

  “I mean, there are times you can tell that she’s in unfamiliar territory, fine; but there aren’t a lot of those times.”

  “Go on! Go on!” Charlotte seemed to be buzzing with anticipation.

  Ainsley blushed. She wasn’t going to go into descriptive detail but she also wasn’t going to cheat her best friend out of some juicy intelligence.

  “Let’s just say Rachel definitely knows what it takes to please a woman,” Ainsley said. “And if she sticks with it and learns a few more things, I might start finding it hard to come into work each day.”

  “Ooh! Nice!”

  Ainsley remembered something and chuckled.

  “So, I told her, obviously, how much I enjoy what she does to me, and she told me she learned everything she knows from reading the Jillian Ashley books.”

  Charlotte laughed.

  “Well, duh! Jillian’s books should be required reading for all baby dykes.” Her eyes went wide. “Ooh! Did you do Chapter 25 with her?” she asked, referring to the famous section in Jillian Ashley’s first book.

  Ainsley rolled her eyes.

  “That’s advanced lesbian stuff, Char! I don’t want to risk injuring the poor girl.”

  She checked her watch.

  “Okay, I need to start getting ready to leave,” she told her friend. “I have an appendectomy to get ready for and then an appointment at the title company to sign all the documents about the house I’m buying.”

  The appointment was in Carlsbad and then she and Rachel were going to go on a date afterwards to celebrate because once all the documents were signed, the house was officially hers.

  “Wait,” Charlotte said, “did you give Rachel the petition?”

  Ainsley laughed.

  “Yes, and she thought it was cute!”

  “Cute?” Charlotte asked, looking put out. “I was fucking serious when I signed that!”

  “Shut up!” Ainsley ordered. “Anyway, she already checked her schedule and, yes, she can play with us on Sunday.”

  ***

  After the appendectomy, Ainsley changed out of her scrubs and into the outfit she had brought for her date with Rachel later. It was going to be a casual date: take-out fish tacos which they’d then eat on the beach as the sun set. And so Ainsley’s outfit was super casual also: capri-length yoga pants with a tie dye pattern and one of her favorite tank tops. She’d carry a hoodie with her as well just in case it got too chilly later to go without.

  After leaving the female staff locker room, she was heading towards the elevators when she heard her name called.

  “Ainsley.”

  Ainsley turned to find Casey standing in the waiting area used by family and friends of patients. Unlike the last time Ainsley had seen her, back when she showed up at her condo unannounced, Casey was dressed more demurely in a simple white blouse, a black cardigan and black slacks. She looked like a woman on her way to bible study and Ainsley wanted laugh and ask her what was with the costume. “Demure” was not a word anyone would use to describe Casey Langostine.

  Ainsley approached her.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Waiting for you,” Casey answered.

  Ainsley looked around. She wanted to rip Casey a new one but there were people sitting nearby, evidently waiting for their loved ones to get out of surgery. Also, the nurses station was close by as well and she didn’t need any gossip-hungry doctors or nurses listening in on the very heated discussion she was about to have with her ex.

  “Follow me,” she hissed.

  Instead of waiting for an elevator, Ainsley pushed open the door leading to the staircase, knowing it would be empty.

  “How long have you been here?” she asked as she started walking down.

  “Since ten a.m.”

  Ainsley stopped and looked back at Casey who was behind her by a couple of steps.

  “What the fuck?” Ainsley asked.

  “Well I knew you wouldn’t answer my calls so what else was I supposed to do?” Casey pressed.

  “Leave me the fuck alone, that’s what you were supposed to do!” Ainsley resumed her downward climb.

  “Ains, please!” Casey said, following the doctor. “Doesn’t it show you how much I want you back that I was willing to wait all day for you if I needed to?”

  Ainsley shook her head.

  “I told you, Casey. I can’t forgive cheating. You do it once, you’ll do it again.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “You’re only sorry you got caught!” Ainsley stopped again on the landing for the third floor. She was beyond pissed that Casey was here forcing Ainsley to rehash all this hurtful stuff. But since this seemed to be what Casey wanted, she was going to give it to her with both barrels.

  “How long were you going to keep doing it, huh?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Weeks? Months? If I hadn’t come home early that day and we were still together would you still be fucking that bitch?”

  Casey was crying now and yet it had no effect on Ainsley. Casey had also crie
d when she had been caught and when Ainsley had told her she never wanted to see her again. Back then, Ainsley had felt her resolve waver a tiny bit, still able to feel a hint of the affection and desire she’d had for this woman. But now…nothing.

  She continued walking down but faster now, wanting to get outside as quickly as possible.

  “Fucking please!” Casey practically screeched, following quickly on Ainsley’s heels. “I can’t live without you!”

  Despite herself, Ainsley stopped yet again. She gave Casey a look which clearly showed that she believed the woman was crazy.

  “You can’t live without me?” she sniped. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re being that dramatic?” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It would have been nice,” she began in a remarkably calm voice, “if you had realized how you couldn’t live without me before you decided to lick another woman’s pussy.”

  The crudeness of the statement had its effect. Casey looked like she had just been slapped.

  “My advice to you,” Ainsley went on in the same calm voice, “is to find yourself a new girlfriend. And if you determine that you can’t live without her, keep your mouth where it belongs.”

  She took one step down but when she realized Casey meant to follow her, she wheeled around.

  “No! You fucking stop right there. You fucking stay on that fucking step until you’re sure I’m gone. One more thing…” Ainsley walked up until she was standing on the same step Casey was, towering over her ex and looking down into her eyes. “If I ever find you waiting anywhere in this hospital for me again, I will give your name, your photo, your social security number, even your fucking bra size to security and you won’t even be able to set foot in this place again to get your tonsils out!”

  With that, Ainsley resumed walking down the stairs, gratified to notice that this time, Casey didn’t follow her. But when she reached the first floor landing she heard Casey call down.

  “I’m not giving up!”

  Chapter 21

  Rachel was in the women’s restroom at the office of the real estate brokerage that she was an associate of. Today, all the associate brokers had had to come in for the monthly “town hall” meeting which the owners of the brokerage held to provide their associates with updates on how the business was performing, any new trends they saw in the real estate market and to answer questions.