by Sabrina Kane
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After Makeda drove them back to the office, the two women said their goodbyes, with Makeda congratulating Amy again on a job well done. Before she got in her car, Amy sent a text to Sally and discovered that Sally had just gotten home from work and so Amy drove straight to the condo.
“Hi,” Amy purred after Sally let her in and they had shared a deep kiss with probing tongues.
“Hi,” Sally said, catching her breath. “There’s soooooo much I want to do to you right now but first tell me how the meeting went; I’ve been dying to know all day.”
Amy’s clit was still pulsing from the intensity of their kiss hello and so she said, “Cliff’s Notes version: it went awesome and we got Edelmann’s full support.”
“Yay! Babe, that’s amazing!”
“I’ll give you the full story after you do all those things you want to do to me,” Amy then said. “Please!”
Sally pulled Amy into another kiss, pressing Amy against the entryway wall.
“Thank god you said that,” Sally eventually said. “You look so fucking hot in that suit.”
Amy smiled. She was wearing one of her favorite professional outfits: a dark-blue skirt-suit set with a fitted jacket. She also had on black pantyhose and her Amy-means-business high heels—black pumps with a metallic stiletto heel. It was the outfit she always chose when she wanted to feel like Darth Vader’s lawyer.
Taking Amy’s hand, Sally quickly led her into the bedroom and Amy stood still while Sally first removed Amy’s suit jacket, nibbling on her neck as she did so, and then began unbuttoning the white blouse underneath it. She started trembling when Sally bit her left nipple through the fabric of her white bralette. Sally then pulled the left strap of the garment off Amy’s shoulder and exposed the breast, bringing her lips onto the stone-like nipple and bringing a moan from Amy’s lips.
Her mouth was then claimed in another kiss but this time, Amy felt Sally’s hand sneak up under pencil skirt and in a less than a moment that hand was rubbing Amy’s center through the fabric of her pantyhose and panties and all Amy could do was mewl into Sally’s mouth as her pussy reacted, her inner walls clenching, her clit swelling and throbbing.
Finally, Sally guided Amy down onto the bed. Amy was in an odd state of undress: her jacket and shirt were off but her bralette was only halfway off and her skirt and everything underneath it was still on. Nonetheless, once Amy was down on the bed, Sally quickly brought her head down between Amy’s legs, pushing up the hem of her skirt and gently kissing Amy’s stockings-clad thighs. Amy pulled up the skirt even further so she could spread her legs more.
After a moment, Sally looked up with a wicked smile and said, “I owe you ten dollars.”
In her hyper-aroused state, Amy was confused. She had no idea what Sally was talking about.
“Wh-What?” she stammered. “Why?”
And then Sally provided the answer.
Amy felt Sally’s fingers dig into the fabric of the pantyhose and then with a loud rrrrripppp! the crotch of the hose was torn open.
“Oh my fuck!” Amy gasped, her arousal kicking up several big notches. That sound of the fabric tearing, the violence of it, the sheer animalistic nature of it, her pantyhose destroyed by a woman who wanted to get to her pussy that much quicker—all of that brought her to the brink of coming undone and her hips twitched reflexively as her center—her entire center—spasmed with pleasure that took her right to the edge and Amy had to clutch the bedsheets because she felt as if she was about to rocket upwards.
Her panties were aggressively pulled aside and just like that, Sally’s mouth was on her pussy. It started with Sally’s tongue pushing inside her and then swirling around, catching all of the warm liquid Amy knew her pussy was flooded with and then the tongue was removed and the flat of it slid upwards until it settled on her clit, licking it over and over again.
“Oh my fuck!” Amy repeated, louder this time. She knew she wasn’t going to last long.
Fingers slid inside her, a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. Her clit was encircled by Sally’s lips now and sucked once…twice…
“I’m coming!” Amy screamed out, her hips bucking, her back arching, her pussy contracting around those fingers as the almost unbearably delightful waves of the climax tore through her.
“Sallyohmyfuuuuuuuuuck!”
Her scream was now a keening wail.
Releasing her clit but keeping her fingers inside her spasming core, Sally came up from between Amy’s legs to lay on top of her. As her body kept quaking, Amy grabbed the sides of Sally’s head and brought Sally’s face down for a hungry and possessive kiss. She smelled and tasted herself on Sally’s lips and she craved it, breathing it in, licking it off with her quickly swiping tongue.
But Sally ruthlessly broke the kiss and before Amy knew it, she was turned over on the bed, Sally’s fingers were re-inserted and then Sally was biting her ass through the fabric of the pantyhose, the flesh of Amy’s ass separated from Sally’s sharp teeth only by that oh-so-thin layer of nylon because of the fact that she had chosen to wear a thong today.
While she bit, Sally fucked Amy with those long fingers, pumping them in and out while her mouth administered the bites all over Amy’s ass, both cheeks getting equal attention.
Amy grunted in both pleasure and pain and screamed directly into the mattress when she came again, feeling her come squirt out, feeling her pussy clutch at those fingers. She continued screaming until she had to come up for air, dizzy both with the pleasure consuming her and from having almost suffocated herself.
There was another loud rrrrripppp! Sally had torn the pantyhose away even more and Amy felt her bite-ridden ass exposed properly now. The third orgasm hit her right when Sally pulled her soaked fingers out and then used them to rub her engorged clit right at the same moment those wonderfully sharp teeth clamped down again on her ass.
Amy felt her body convulsing like something from a scene in a movie about a woman possessed by evil spirits. This third climax had total control of her from within and when it finally subsided, all she could do was lay there with her eyes closed, panting, feeling spent, unable to move, her pantyhose in shreds. Occasionally she would twitch as a few latent pulses of pleasure would sneakily hit her just when she thought it was over.
***
Eventually, all of her clothes had been removed; Sally’s too.
Eventually, toys had been brought out.
Eventually, Amy had her way with Sally; Sally had her way with Amy again; Amy had her way with Sally again…et cetera, et cetera.
And eventually, they had to stop for food.
Going out was not an option—neither of them wanted to get dressed. Nor was cooking an option—by the time they’d finished with each other, both women were too drained to put in that kind of effort on anything.
When the Chinese food arrived, no sooner had they sat down at Sally’s dining table, both wearing bathrobes, than Amy suddenly said, “Come to San Francisco with me.”
She knew it was a risky thing to say, but she also knew it was what she wanted. She may not know where Sally and her were headed; she may not know if Sally and her would even be speaking to each other in six months but what she did know was that her and Sally were on a fantastic ride right now and Amy did not want the momentum of it to stop because she disappeared for a week to San Francisco.
And she was perfectly prepared for Sally to say no; for Sally to say it was too soon for such an idea. If that happened, Amy would be disappointed, yes, but it would hardly be a life-ending event; she would just do whatever it takes to ensure that the momentum was regained once she returned.
But Sally gave her an encouraging sign when her face lit up with a full-blown smile.
“Really?” Sally asked. “A trip together?”
Amy licked her lips.
“I know…it’s kind of crazy,” she began, “but I swear I’m not trying to move things along too fast.”
“I believe you,” Sally stated
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“It’s just…I’m being forced to take this vacation, you know that, and I suppose I could just stay here in Carlsbad but I’m kind of sick of Carlsbad because of the pandemic. I really want to go to Europe but obviously that can’t happen.”
Sally gave a groan.
“I know what you mean,” she said. “I wanted to go to Amsterdam this year.”
“Oh my god, I would looooove to go to Amsterdam!” Amy said “Definitely on my bucket list. Anyway, it’s just that I’ve been having a lot of fun with you the past almost two weeks and I’m thinking why can’t we continue having fun up in Frisco? But I swear…like I said, I’m so not trying to move things along too fast! I just think it would be a lot of fun and it would also be a great way for us to continue getting to know each other.”
And to keep fucking our brains out…
Amy wasn’t sure she wanted to use that as a selling point for her suggestion that both of them go to San Francisco, but it was true nonetheless. The thought of going a week without this amazing sex she had with Sally…nope, not worth thinking about.
Chapter 26
Amy had a point, Sally was thinking. Taking a trip together would be a great way to continue getting to know one another.
But, goddamn…
A trip together? Already?
They haven’t even been dating for two weeks yet!
But why should that matter, she wondered? A trip to San Francisco wasn’t like buying a house together. Amy wasn’t proposing marriage or suggesting names for their future children. No one was calling U-Haul.
Sally recalled how she felt when Amy first told her about being forced to take a vacation and that she was planning on going to Frisco. She’d been a little disappointed. Disappointed that suddenly, they would have to press Pause on this fledgling relationship of theirs while Amy was nearly five-hundred miles away.
Of course, she’d have gotten over it, Sally realized. That week or so while Amy was gone would have passed and most likely they would have picked up right where they left off when Amy returned. But now she had the opportunity to ignore the Pause button altogether.
Besides, she was tired of being Sensible Sally. She really liked Amy and the idea of getting out of Carlsbad with her was exciting. Oh, and going to San Francisco had the added benefit of her not missing out on their incredible sex life! Sex with Amy, Sally had thought more than once, was like a drug and she was a full-blown addict by now.
“Let’s do it,” she stated and was instantly rewarded with that gorgeous smile of Amy’s.
“Really?”
“Really!”
“Yay!” Amy clapped her hands and then leaned across the table to give Sally a quick kiss. “So, I know it’s short notice and all…will you be able to get the time off?”
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Sally indicated that that was a non-problem. She told Amy that she had plenty of vacation time available and that as it turns out, this was the perfect time to use some of it because her team’s projects were not only running smoothly but she had trusted lieutenants she could delegate responsibilities to in her absence.
“Oh my god, we have soooooo much planning to do!” Amy enthused and Sally had to laugh because Amy’s enthusiasm was infectious and also because Sally could just tell that Amy loved anything that would get her in front of her laptop doing something.
“It’s kind of like online shopping, when you think about it,” Sally suggested. “Finding the best airline to use; finding the best hotel with all the right amenities…”
“Totally!”
After they had finished eating, they got to work.
They decided on a Saturday-to-Saturday trip, catching a flight out of San Diego this coming weekend. That portion of the planning was a piece of cake. They were able to easily secure two roundtrip tickets on a major carrier and the best part was, because the airlines were still reeling from the pandemic’s effect on travel, Sally and Amy were able to buy first-class seats both ways for reasonable prices.
The matter of where they would stay was a little more complicated. Amy told Sally about her preference of staying right in the downtown area, which Sally was completely on board with. What was the point of traveling to such a magnificent city if they were going to stay anywhere but in the magnificent city? The problem was, there were so many hotels to choose from. However, after talking about it and each woman coming up with a list of must-have amenities (wi-fi for Amy; a balcony for Sally), and determining their budget—which was pretty high considering they were two single women with well-paying jobs and absolutely zero financial dependents (Lena hardly counted)—they agreed on an upscale Hyatt hotel in the Embarcadero district. Not only did it have wi-fi but they splurged on a suite which faced the water and had a balcony. Sally was already imagining spending lovely evenings on it, in a bathrobe, sipping wine and looking out over the harbor.
With their flight and hotel arrangements squared away, Sally was certain their planning was done. Besides, it was almost ten o’clock and the only screen Sally wanted to continue looking at was the one on her Kindle while she read herself to sleep. But Amy insisted on staying up a little longer, wanting to find out what current exhibitions the art museums were showing and also wanting to make reservations for them at some of Frisco’s nicest restaurants. She even talked about planning some boating excursions for them.
“All of that tonight?” Sally had asked, surprised, getting to her feet to head to the bedroom, her own laptop already closed. “It’s practically ten o’clock!”
“It won’t take long,” Amy promised, not looking up from her laptop’s screen.
Sally crossed her arms and looked down at Amy who was sitting on the floor in front of her laptop which was resting on Sally’s coffee table. She suddenly flashbacked to the other day, when she had left Amy’s apartment with Amy sitting on her floor, her laptop on her coffee table and that high-octane, ought-to-be-illegal-in-all-fifty-states Amy’s Jet Fuel drink beside her.
“Babe!” Sally said sternly.
Amy looked up at her.
Sally decided to soften her approach.
“Babe,” she said less sternly, “you can either do that or we can both drift off to sleep together after having made each other come. Choose now.”
Amy’s mouth dropped open but Sally was gratified to see lust cloud those chocolate-brown eyes of hers.
Sally smiled.
“Now, close your laptop,” she ordered.
Amy did.
“Stand up.”
Amy stood.
“Let’s go to bed,” Sally said, holding out her hand for Amy to take.
Chapter 27
The next evening, the doorbell at Amy’s apartment rang and Amy got up from her sofa to let Rachel in. Sally had decided to work a little later this evening due to her suddenly deciding to take a vacation and she told Amy she wanted to be sure things were in order before they left for San Francisco; also, Sally had dinner plans with her mother later, so it was doubtful Amy was going to get to see her tonight anyway. Thus, Amy had invited Rachel over to cook Thai food together and watch TV.
“Okay, my mind is officially blown!” Rachel said as she walked into Amy’s place carrying some groceries.
Amy giggled.
“Blown about what?” she asked, following her best friend into the kitchen.
After settling the grocery bags on the counter near the stove, Rachel looked at her.
“That book by your new main squeeze! Holy fuck! Chapter twenty-five was…holy fuck!”
“I told you!”
“I wish I was a lesbian!” Rachel exclaimed.
Amy laughed.
“No, I’m serious!” Rachel continued. “I just can’t believe what I read! That chapter has changed my life about what sex could actually be like! Actually, the whole book has done that, but especially that chapter. You don’t understand, sweetie. Sex with men is never like that!”
Amy pulled out her wok and two cutting boards.
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nbsp; “Yeah, well, you need to understand that there are plenty of women out there who are lousy in bed also,” she told Rachel. And Amy had had her fair share of them. Gwen, for one. Amy was a big believer in to each her own, but a lesbian who didn’t like going down on women? Seriously?
Rachel placed the prawns she had brought over on one of the cutting boards and started slicing them in half while Amy began chopping the onion and red chilis on the other.
“But how is it with Sally?” Rachel asked. “She’s not lousy, is she? I mean, she can’t possibly be! She wrote that book! She wrote chapter twenty-five, which, by the way, is now my favorite chapter in any book written by any author, male or female, straight or lesbian.”
Amy laughed and told Rachel—without providing too many details—that Sally was beyond fabulous in bed and that their sex life was phenomenal.
“In fact, I invited her to San Francisco with me,” she added.
Having finished with the prawns, Rachel had just started preparing the stir-fry sauce by mixing oyster and soy sauces with some sugar. Briefly looking up from her stirring duties, she asked, “Really?”
But Amy could read the subtext of that one word question.
“I know, I know; it seems super-fast but…”
“What?”
Amy started heating up some oil in the wok.
“Okay,” she began, “so I’ll admit that part of the reason I invited her is because our sex is amazing. I did not want to go a whole week without it.”
“See?” Rachel interjected. “That’s what I’m talking about! I have never had a guy so good in bed that I couldn’t imagine going a week without his services! Anyway, continue…”
“So, yeah, sex played a big role in the invitation,” Amy went on, “but…I don’t know…I have a really good feeling about this one, Rach.”
“Already?”
Amy nodded.
“Already. And you know me…I never say that! It usually takes me longer but…” A small smile formed on her face as she started measuring out rice. “…Sally is amazing. She gets me. I get her. I just didn’t want to be up in San Francisco without her.”
