Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

by Sabrina Kane

  When she apparently had her fill of Sally’s breasts, Amy set about removing Sally’s skinny jeans, hurriedly pulling them along with Sally’s panties over Sally’s hips and then down her legs so that the jeans came off inside-out with the panties still stuck to them.

  Completely nude now, Sally pulled her knees up, opened her legs and pierced Amy’s eyes with her own, daring Amy to come get her. She could see that Amy was trembling with desire, her mouth slack-jawed, her eyes wide and full of lust.

  “Where’s your vibrator?” Amy asked and Sally gasped.

  Toys already? Yum!

  “Clothes off first,” she ordered.

  Amy quickly opened her front-clasp bra and Sally licked her lips upon seeing Amy’s small but pert breasts with rosy nipples.

  “They’re tiny,” Amy said somewhat apologetically.

  “Baby, they’re perfection,” Sally replied.

  Amy then made quick work of her jeans, also removing her own panties simultaneously and Sally’s clit pulsed at seeing Amy’s completely shaved mound, the swollen lips of her pussy glistening with arousal.

  With her companion now nude, Sally used her eyes and a slight tilt of her head to indicate the nightstand on the right side of her bed. Her favorite vibrator was kept in there, handy, ready for use anytime she needed it. If things kept progressing nicely, later she’d introduce Amy to the other magical items she kept in a plastic storage container under her bed.

  With the purple slimline vibrator in hand, Amy got back on the queen-sized bed, settling herself comfortably with her head between Sally’s legs.

  Sally felt Amy’s breath on her sex, caressing her clit, flowing over her wet lips, creating a cooling sensation which made Sally arch her head back as she waited for the inevitable.

  “Fuck, babe, you smell so good!”

  “Taste me, baby…”

  And so Amy did, the flat of her tongue going up one side of Sally’s pussy, up to her mound where Amy then licked the length of Sally’s strip of hair, and then back down the other side of the pussy. Then, Sally felt Amy’s tongue penetrate her and Sally’s hands immediately gripped the bedsheets tightly, her back arching. She felt her pussy flooding even more, felt the liquid leaking out around that tongue which was swirling inside her, Amy moaning in pleasure as she tasted and drank.

  “Fuck, Amy, I’m close!” Sally warned.

  She heard a familiar click and then bzzzzzzzzzz. Sally groaned in anticipation, waiting to feel the touch of the buzzing toy on her sex. But Amy didn’t press the vibe against her electrified pussy. Instead, she slid it in between the cheeks of Sally’s ass.

  Oh fuck!

  Amy had positioned it perfectly, securing it tightly between Sally’s cheeks. The toy, buzzing on its highest setting, was sending vibrations through Sally’s entire ass, vibrations that were also felt a short distance away in her pussy. Amy’s mouth was now on her clit, pulling on it gently, swiping it with her tongue.

  How did she know?

  Sally always enjoyed a bit of anal play in her sex life. And though Amy hadn’t penetrated her ass with the vibrator, by sliding it between her cheeks as she did it was as if Amy was silently telling Sally, I already know what you like!

  Sally was completely delirious now. She arched her back again but this time pushed down harder on the mattress with her ass, pressing that vibrator against it even more, making her bottom a tingling, energized part of everything sensational happening between her legs. And it was exquisite.

  “Oh fuuuuck! The exclamation was screamed. “Oh FUUUUCK!” Screamed even louder.

  Amy’s tongue worked faster on Sally’s button until…

  Sally exploded.

  “FUCKING CHRIST!”

  Bursts of light popped behind her eyelids as her pussy came undone, her walls squeezing, her juices streaming out, her entire sex throbbing and convulsing rapidly as this climax became her world. The vibrations radiating through her ass thanks to the toy were adding layer upon layer on the orgasm until a second one hit her moments later, just as forceful as the first.

  “Fuuuuuuck!”

  And then she couldn’t speak, only cry out with animal-like sounds. Nor could she control her own body any longer. Her long-limbed five-ten form started spasming, her hips bucking until she actually turned herself over, burying her face in the mattress, screaming until another big wave of pleasure hit her and turned her over again.

  She felt Amy lay on top of her trembling, twitching body, pinning her arms down with her hands above her head. Sally’s legs were parted with Amy’s thigh and suddenly Sally had a surface to grind her demanding pussy against while Amy held her captive and kissed her with lips still slick with her come.

  And soon Sally was coming again.

  Chapter 15

  “Aaaaahhhh! Fuck!”

  Amy pounded the mattress with her fists as her latest orgasm rocked her, Sally’s vibrator still being pumped in and out of her swollen pussy by Sally as the woman bit Amy’s left nipple hard, the pain only adding to the fireworks happening below her waist.

  “Oh my fucking god!” Amy finally gasped out. “Oh fuck, baby!”

  She heard the vibrator click off, felt her nipple released from Sally’s teeth and then her and Sally were cuddling while Amy recovered from the paroxysms of pleasure which were starting to slowly subside, Sally stroking her hair as she came down from the high.

  What time was it? She had no idea. But her and Sally had been at it for a while now. They were both sweaty, rapidly breathing women, each with several bite marks all over their bodies now because fortune had finally smiled on Amy and she had found a woman who also saw the erotic fun of a little sexy pain.

  After a while, Sally rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

  “Yep, Max is definitely going to kill me,” she said, shaking her head.

  Amy felt her professional instincts kicked in.

  “You’re not in any real danger from this guy, are you?” she asked.

  Sally looked at her with raised eyebrows and started chuckling.

  “From Max? God no! I trust him with my life! I mean, he puts on this gruff exterior but in reality he’s a big softie. And he would never dream of hurting me.”

  “I’d like to meet him,” Amy said after a moment. She couldn’t help it. She realized now that she just had to meet the guy who wrote all those Jillian Ashley books.

  Sally rolled onto her side again, facing Amy.

  “Please don’t be upset with him,” she said. “If you knew him like I know him, you’d realize that he didn’t write those books to hurt anybody. He wasn’t trying to play a trick on gay women and bamboozle us. Like I told you earlier, it started off as a silly personal challenge he gave himself as a writer and then it turned out he was good at it and was making money from it.”

  “I get that,” Amy replied. It was still a big letdown that Jillian Ashley wasn’t female, though. Even if Sally had been the beard for a woman who looked more like Danny DeVito than like, well, Sally, Amy would have been more at peace with that discovery than this one.

  “I suppose,” Amy continued, thoughtfully, “that it doesn’t really matter if a man writes lesfic?”

  “Honestly?” Sally began. “I don’t see why it should. Of course, I’ve had a little longer to live with the truth about Jillian than you have, and at first, I was upset. But after thinking about it for a few days…”

  She sat up then and Amy’s eyes immediately went to Sally’s breasts. Larger than her own and teardrop-shaped, with nipples that were a soft, almost-not-there pink, Amy was mesmerized by them. She licked her lips but controlled herself from touching them.

  Sally went on.

  “After a few days, I began to think, what difference does it make? Max wrote four really terrific books about lesbians. The stories were interesting and they brought me happiness when I read them, especially during the quarantine period of the pandemic.”

  Amy nodded, also adjusting herself so she was sitting up next t
o Sally against the padded headboard. Sally had a point: the Jillian Ashley novels brought her happiness also—and countless others as well.

  “And what’s super cool,” Sally continued, “is that Max treats women with respect in all his books. I mean, as a guy, he could have written a smutty porno book about lesbians but instead he created strong female characters that aren’t just sexual objects.”

  “True.” Amy remembered being really impressed after finishing her first Jillian Ashley novel. The characters had seemed three-dimensional, with the concerns and struggles of real women everywhere. She started thinking now that some lesfic authors (who she knew were actually female) did a much worse job portraying women in their books, making them seem like sex-crazed, money-hungry prowlers who let their clitorises do all the thinking for them.

  “But those sex scenes Jillian—I mean, your friend—wrote…” Amy murmured.

  Next to her, Sally nodded.

  “I know.”

  “Chapter twenty-five.”

  “Chapter twenty-five,” Sally agreed.

  “Anyway,” Amy began, “never meet your heroes.” She slid herself back down so she was once more prone on the bed, Sally doing the same. They lay there, facing each other.

  Sally asked her what she meant by that.

  “Just something I read somewhere,” Amy said with a rueful smile. “Basically, never meet your heroes because if you do, they’ll inevitably disappoint you. I don’t know who said it but it applies to our situation. I wanted to meet my hero Jillian Ashley and practically begged her to be on my podcast. If I had left well enough alone, I would still think she was that mysterious, dark-haired woman who is only seen from behind in her author’s photo.”

  Sally bit her lip.

  “But then we wouldn’t be here together right now.”

  Amy considered that.

  “True,” she said with a smile, knowing that she wouldn’t have traded tonight for anything in the world. “So maybe the expression ought to be: ‘Never meet your heroes unless they’re supermodels with green eyes and incredibly long fingers that really, really, really, can reach in deep.’”

  Sally laughed but then bit her lip again.

  “Are you…are you going to tell anyone the real story?” she asked. “I just need to know exactly how much trouble I’m in with Max.”

  “Fuck no!” Amy insisted. “First of all, I have an archnemesis named Rhonda and she’ll use this to destroy me! Secondly, it turns out there’s at least one lesbian in Liechtenstein and she subscribes to my podcast and I don’t want to disappoint her. The poor woman has enough problems being the only lesbian in an entire country. Thirdly, what’s the point?”

  She went on, explaining to Sally that telling the world that Jillian Ashley was in fact…

  “What’s Max’s last name?” she asked Sally.

  “Tremont,” Sally provided.

  …Max Tremont would be doing a disservice to the lesfic community. Why ruin it for everybody? Right now, Jillian Ashley books were important to a lot of people, for a lot of different reasons.

  “I don’t want to be the one who takes that away,” Amy concluded. She paused then. “What I’m more concerned about…”

  “Yes?”

  Amy swallowed and pierced Sally’s eyes with her own.

  “I guess what I’m more concerned about is if this is the biggest surprise you have for me. Like, do you swear everything else about you is true?”

  Sally’s eyes went wide and she nodded vigorously.

  “Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

  “Because what happened tonight,” Amy said, feeling shy all of a sudden, “is unusual for me. I don’t usually have sex on first dates.”

  “Neither do I,” Sally assured her.

  “This wasn’t a one-night thing, was it?” Amy asked.

  “Only if you tell me you voted for Trump.”

  Amy laughed.

  “As if. In fact, I almost moved to Finland when he was elected.”

  “Finland?”

  “Uh-huh. They always get voted ‘Happiest Country in the World.’ I figured how could I go wrong there?”

  “Sensible thinking,” Sally agreed. “But if you had moved to Finland, then I wouldn’t have ever met you and then I wouldn’t be able to do this…”

  Amy gasped when, quick as a flash, Sally’s hand was between her legs and two incredibly long fingers were sliding between her slick folds. Moaning, Amy rotated her hips slightly so she could open her legs, submitting to Sally, letting her know she could do what she wanted.

  “Fuck Finland,” she murmured, closing her eyes.

  Chapter 16

  Max was pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut. He had actually been doing it for nearly five minutes after Sally had stopped speaking and she was beginning to worry that maybe he had suffered a stroke. But she waited patiently. It was the least she could do.

  “I would have been better off telling the New York Times,” he finally muttered.

  Sally sighed.

  “I’m sorry!” she repeated for what felt like the trillionth time.

  They were at Max’s house, sitting together on his massive couch. Sally had driven over there right after she and Amy had retrieved their cars from the parking lot behind La Vida Mocha.

  The morning had been amazing.

  Sally had actually been woken up by Amy eating her out! In fact, she remembered clearly that just before she became fully awake, her last dream had been wildly pornographic—obviously her subconscious’s way of telling her that wildly pornographic things were being done to her in real life, and when she finally snapped out of her slumber, she had already been so close to coming that it had only taken a few more swipes of Amy’s tongue before the orgasm hit her.

  Once she’d recovered, she had reciprocated on Amy, deciding also to leave yet another bite mark on her inner thigh. Then they’d had sex in the shower. Sally then loaned Amy one of her dresses—a short one which on Sally was actually short but on Amy looked like a maxi dress—so she wouldn’t have to wear the same clothes as the night before and then cooked a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast and sausage patties.

  Eventually, they had used a Lyft to drive them back to their cars and after making plans to go on another date tonight, separated for the day, Sally deciding to head straight to Max’s.

  “After I met her,” she now said after that trillionth apology, “I knew I wanted to keep seeing her and I also knew I wouldn’t want to keep up the lie.”

  Max threw up his hands.

  “Well, I knew it had to end someday,” he said, getting up from his couch and pacing. “It’s my own fault, really. I’ve seen The L Word. Two cute lesbians get together for coffee, next thing you know they have a joint bank account and nuclear launch codes are being shared.”

  “No, check it out…” Sally said, standing up and stopping her friend’s pacing by placing her hands on his shoulders. “Babe, listen…Amy isn’t going to tell anyone that you’re the author of the Jillian Ashley books. She doesn’t want to blow your cover. Besides, it would kind of fuck things up for her and her podcast. And you know I won’t let your secret out.”

  Max gave her an incredulous look.

  “You already let my secret out, you looney toon!”

  “Okay, good point,” Sally conceded. “But I won’t tell anyone else, I promise!” She paused. “Anyway…there’s one other thing. Amy would like to meet you.”

  “Meet me?”

  Sally nodded.

  “No! Nothing doing!” Max exclaimed, stepping away from Sally and resuming his pacing.

  Sally’s face fell.

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “Why not?” Max stopped pacing and glared at her. “Are you outta your mind? It’s clearly an assassination attempt! On behalf of all lesbians worldwide your new sweetheart is going to plunge a dagger into my heart!”

  Sally rolled her eyes.

  “Jesus, Max! Can you stop being a paranoid New Yorker for
five minutes? Amy is really sweet! You’ll like her.”

  Max gave her a look which clearly indicated that he was not buying what Sally was selling but Sally was grateful that for the moment, he seemed willing to drop the subject.

  “I am soooooo super sorry,” she repeated for the trillionth-and-one time. “Do you hate me?”

  She really was worried about this. She didn’t want to lose Max from her world, not because Fate had briefly created a perfect storm in her life of being entrusted with a huge secret while simultaneously meeting a fabulous woman she definitely wanted to keep seeing.

  Max huffed and looked at her sternly.

  “Stop worrying about silly shit like that,” he told her gruffly. “You’re annoying but I could never hate you.”

  “Yay!” Sally skipped over to him, giving him a hug. Keeping him wrapped in her arms, she looked at him. They were the same height when Sally was wearing flats as she was now and so she was able to meet his eyes directly. She said, “Aren’t you at least happy that I apparently have a girlfriend now?”

  “Well, it will be nice for me to have someone else to share the burden of putting up with you.”

  “Oh, shut up! You love me.”

  “I kind of like you; that’s as far as I’ll go.”

  It was their usual banter and it made Sally feel relieved. Just as she released Max from her grasp, her phone chirped.

  Looking forward to later! See you at 2!!

  “Shit!” Sally exclaimed. Ainsley.

  “What’s wrong now?” Max asked.

  Sally looked at her watch.

  “Fuck, I have to leave. I have a blind date in less than ninety minutes!” She gathered up her purse.

  “A blind date? With another woman? Jesus, Sal!”

  “It’s not like that,” Sally insisted, heading towards the front door. “My Mom…”

  “Oh.”

  Sally knew Max understood. He had listened to enough of her tales about her mother’s matchmaking attempts.