by Sabrina Kane
The book was a collection of lesbian sex positions—exactly what someone who was a fan of Kitty Karlyle would buy. Taking the proffered pen, Sally didn’t bother trying to come up with a cute message and simply scrawled Jillian’s name inside the front cover before handing the book back.
The woman then turned to Amy.
“Can you autograph it too?” she asked, holding out the book. “I overheard…You’re the one who runs that podcast, right? My wife listens to that too.”
“What about you?” Amy inquired.
“Nah. No offense, but your show’s too smart. I lose interest after five minutes.”
After Amy had autographed the book and the woman went away to pay for it, Sally said, “Well! Her wife sounds like a perfectly delightful person!”
Chapter 31
The next night, Amy and Sally went on a romantic sunset wine-tasting cruise in San Francisco Bay on a catamaran which left from Fisherman’s Wharf and sailed past Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. There were three other couples on board with them and they all got to sample some fabulous wines from the nearby wine-producing counties of California, like Napa.
At one point on the boat, while Sally was embracing her from behind as they stood at the port gunwales looking out over the water at the twinkling lights of San Francisco, Amy wondered if she could possibly feel happier. Perhaps it was the wine but Amy simply felt as if the woman who was now holding her was the woman who was meant to hold her and all those other women who had come before Sally had just been…what, exactly? Practice? That idea almost caused her to laugh out loud but she didn’t want to ruin this moment. Her and Sally were both quiet, silently enjoying the view as the boat rocked beneath their feet; both of them obviously feeling that not only was there nothing to be said, but also that there didn’t need to be anything said.
Not practice, exactly, Amy considered. More like…guides on her journey of discovery.
She’d been pretty lucky in the girlfriend department. Her exes had all been bright, beautiful women and each of them had added a measure of joy and excitement to Amy’s life—no matter how temporarily each one remained. But though she’d been happy with most of these women, the relationships had always lacked something. The problem was, that something was always hard to identify. Now, however, on this boat, she felt she could identify it.
All of her exes had lacked Sallyness.
Again, she almost laughed, this time at her totally made up word, but it was true. Her exes had been lacking in Sallyness—at not being Sally. And Amy now knew that it had taken having all those exes for her to reach this point of discovery of what those women had been missing.
She felt Sally tighten her embrace ever so slightly around her as the boat rocked a smidge harder than normal after riding a swell.
“Mm,” Amy purred, loving how being in Sally’s arms was like being under the most fabulous comforter in bed.
“I got you,” Sally said.
Amy’s mind instantly went back to their first date, to just after Sally had made her come on the beach and her legs had been weak. Sally had tightened her embrace around her then too and said, “I got you.”
The memory instantly made her center start becoming wet and her clit to swell. She would have given anything for Sally to be able to fuck her right here on the boat but it wasn’t a huge boat and there were too many people on it. Oh well. They’d be back at the hotel soon enough.
***
They started making out in the elevator ride up to the eleventh floor. Fortunately, they had the car to themselves and even before the elevator doors had completely shut down in the lobby, Amy had Sally pressed against the wall of the lift and they were kissing each other with passion and lust and moans and roaming hands.
When the elevator reached eleven and the doors opened, they stumbled out, hardly breaking their lip lock as they did.
The first thing Amy noticed was how quiet it was on the floor. After being out in the noise of San Francisco, it was as quiet as an empty church up here on eleven. It was only just past ten o’clock but it was also a weeknight and so maybe that explained it. Whatever the reason, Amy decided she wanted to be naughty.
Still kissing Sally, she pushed her girlfriend backwards until Sally’s ass bumped up against a console table the hotel had in the elevator bank (like most hotels do for no apparent reason). Amy quickly unfastened Sally’s coat and got it off her in a flash, letting it fall off her shoulders and arms and onto the floor. This revealed Sally’s tight-fitting crewneck pullover sweater, the bottom of which Amy started pulling up until Sally’s bra was revealed, two very hard nipples looking as if they were going to poke right through the lace fabric of the cups. Amy hurriedly pulled aside one of those cups to free a nipple which was then sucked into her mouth and bitten gently.
“Mm…” Sally moaned softly, gripping Amy’s head. “Oh my god…”
Amy sucked harder, interspersing more bites with soft swirls of her tongue around the hard bud.
“Amy…” Sally mewled.
Amy released the breast and looked up at Sally. She lifted Sally’s denim maxi skirt until the fabric was bunched up at Sally’s waist.
“Get on the table” Amy whispered, and without any objection, Sally hoisted herself up until she was sitting on the sturdy piece of furniture.
Kneeling before it, Amy spread Sally’s legs apart and looked at the brown tights her girlfriend had worn to help ward off the San Francisco nighttime chill. Just beyond that fabric was the prize and Amy wanted to reach it. Quickly.
“We’re even,” Amy murmured and then rrrrripppp! She tore open the crotch of Sally’s tights viciously, pulled aside Sally’s nude panties that were already showing a damp spot and clamped her mouth on Sally’s engorged clit.
“Oh shit!” Sally squawked, obviously trying to stay quiet. “Fuck, Amy, yes!”
That intoxicating tang of Sally’s pussy tickled Amy’s tongue as she slavishly bathed Sally’s sex with it, right there in the elevator bank of the eleventh floor. Despite all the sexual sensations her body was flooded with, Amy still kept her ears attuned for danger: the ding announcing another elevator arriving on eleven, perhaps; or the sound of a room door opening and closing somewhere else on this level.
Up Amy’s tongue went to circle her girlfriend’s electrified clit. Down her tongue went to part the pink lips and lap up Sally’s juices. Back up to the clit for a few determined swipes. Back down to the warm and wet opening to poke inside and explore.
When she went back up to the clit, Sally grunted and expelled a breath she had evidently been holding.
“Oh fuck, Amy! Don’t stop! I’m gonna come!”
The words came out strangled, with effort, but Amy heard them clearly and then…
Sally gasped as her pussy came alive against Amy’s mouth, throbbing, convulsing, pushing out that nectar Amy craved and which she now licked up and swallowed.
Just in time too.
They heard a door open and then quickly shut somewhere on the floor, the sounds practically echoing in the stillness, and then voices. A man and a woman.
Amy couldn’t resist. She gave Sally’s clit one last good suck, which made Sally’s legs quiver, before quickly rising from her knees, handing Sally her coat as she did so. Sally hopped off the table and adjusted her clothes in double-fast time. As they started walking away from the elevator bank, the couple they heard turned the corner.
“Hello!” the male half said; his partner giving them a pleasant smile.
“Hi!” Amy and Sally both said cheerily and simultaneously as they walked past them, both of them holding in their laughter.
***
Ten minutes later, Amy’s pussy was filled with the largest dildo she owned which was now attached to the harness Sally was wearing.
She was straddling Sally on the bed and her back was arched, her head upturned toward the ceiling, her mouth agape, her pussy clenching, her entire body an epicenter of pleasure. She was stuffed! The dildo was all the w
ay in, her nether lips stretched snugly around its girth, its eight-inch length touching parts of her insides that were too often ignored.
She started rocking her hips, crying out unintelligible sounds as she did so, her clit rubbing against the base of the dildo, her pussy lubricating and shaping itself around the stiff yet pliant toy as she rode it.
She felt Sally’s hands on her hips. She started rocking faster. She brought her hands up to her hair, entangling her fingers in her brown locks as she rode and rode. The sounds coming from her mouth got louder. She felt her clit pulse quicker. She felt her inner walls flutter faster.
She wanted to open her eyes and stare down at the nude perfection that was Sally but she couldn’t. The pleasure rocketing through her made it impossible as she fucked herself atop Sally. It was a mix of pure sexual bliss combined perfectly with the gentle ache of being so fucking stuffed!
This was it!
An animal yell escaped her lips as she came, her hips now rocking insanely fast, as if they were out of her control. Her shouts increased in volume as the intensity of the orgasm increased. She felt how much come was leaking out of her, finding its way past the dildo her pussy lips were sealed against. She felt how much come was still inside her; how the dildo was practically sloshing around in it.
When she felt the second orgasm right on the heels of the first, she leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms and started lifting her hips and ass, pounding the dildo into herself ferociously, wanting to be fucked by it. Out she would make it slide only to force it back in by lowering her ass. She was in excellent physical condition but still her thighs burned with this workout because she wasn’t being gentle and she wasn’t moving slowly. The dildo was a piston, jamming in and out of her as if her pussy was part of an engine.
She came again. Hard. Blindingly hard.
“Oh my FUCKING GOD!” she screamed and then repeated it when she came yet again.
Somehow, she found Sally’s lips, kissing her sloppily and hungrily while the latest orgasm sent shockwaves through her entire being.
In the throes of the ludicrous amount of pleasure, she miscalculated one of her upward thrusts and with a wet sucking sound the dildo popped out of her. But she didn’t lament. Instead, she released Sally’s lips and hurriedly slid up Sally’s body until she was sitting on her face, her gushing pussy directly over Sally’s mouth.
Sally grabbed onto Amy’s ass cheeks and, squeezing them, started working her mouth on Amy’s electrified center.
“Fuck yes!” Amy called out. Did this woman have more than one tongue? It felt like it was everywhere! Simultaneously poking inside her while also flicking her clit.
“Fuuuuuuck!” she shouted, feeling the liquid practically pouring out of her, Sally humming against her pussy as her tongue worked.
Amy stayed there, making sure Sally’s face was slick with her arousal until she came yet again, screaming Sally’s name, pounding on the headboard as her pussy spasmed and shot out those delicious, radiating waves of carnal joy.
Four times! Practically one after the other! Bang! Bang! Bang! BANG!
When it was over, she collapsed on the mattress, instantly folding herself into the fetal position as she trembled and quaked, knowing this wasn’t going to end quickly, hoping it was going to last forever.
Chapter 32
The next morning, before sunrise, Sally breathed out a puff of air as her center finally stopped contracting, settling itself down after Amy had expertly licked her to orgasm. Clutching the sheets tightly, she whimpered as Amy took her time cleaning her up. Amy had told her how much she loved how wet she got during sex and how much she loved Sally’s taste, and therefore after practically every climax that Amy gave her with her mouth, she would remain with her face between Sally’s legs, continuing to taste and get her fill.
Eventually, Amy gave Sally’s mound a kiss.
“That was a nice way to be woken up,” Sally murmured when Amy laid down beside her once more.
“Glad you think so,” Amy said, giving her a peck on the lips, Sally getting a brief taste of herself. “Now, I am going to go in the other room and do some work on my blog.” Quick as a flash, she got up and out of the bed.
Sally blinked.
“Um…” Sally began, raising herself up on her elbow, not quite knowing what to say, watching as Amy started to put on shorts and a tee.
Amy looked over at her.
“I can’t sleep anymore,” she said, apologetically, and then she disappeared into the bathroom.
Sally checked the clock. It showed 4:49 a.m. She fell back onto the mattress, sighing, staring up at the ceiling. From behind the closed bathroom door she heard Amy brushing her teeth.
She was upset. Was it really too much to expect that Amy stay in bed with her, especially after being brought to orgasm? And even though Sally had just come, she was all charged up now, ready for more; ergo, it would have been nice if instead of hurrying to get dressed, anxious to go into the other room and work on her blog, Amy had instead remained with Sally and let even more carnal things develop.
But no; rather than that happening, Amy had hopped up and skedaddled into the bathroom as if she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of the bedroom.
Sally’s mouth tightened.
It was as if the great orgasm Amy had just given her had been…
Obligatory.
Yes! That was it. It now had this obligatory feeling to it. Sally recalled their conversation from a couple of mornings ago—the morning Sally had woken up and found Amy working on her blog in the other room; the morning Sally told her that if Amy couldn’t sleep at four-whatever in the morning that Amy could wake her up and they’d find other things to do.
So…did Amy eat her out just now only so that Sally wouldn’t complain about her wanting to work on her blog?
Seriously?
The door to the bathroom opened and Amy came out, humming. Sally sat up against the headboard.
“Hey,” she said, stopping Amy from heading out of the bedroom.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Tell me the truth. Did you want to go down on me just then?”
Amy’s eyebrows raised.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
Sally stared at her.
“I just want to know if when you woke up, unable to sleep anymore, if your first thought was, ‘God, I want to go down on my sexy girlfriend’ or was it, ‘I really want to go work on my blog but I’d better go down on Sally first or else she’ll come out there and complain’?”
Amy’s jaw dropped open.
“Fuck, what do you want from me, Sally?” she exclaimed. “First you tell me that if I wake up super early there are certain better things I can do than just go work on something, but now you’re telling me that you’re not happy that I did one of those certain things!”
“So you didn’t want to go down on me!”
“Fuck! I always want to go down on you, Sally! Was that my first thought as soon as I woke up? Fine, no, it wasn’t. But who cares? I did it, didn’t I?”
Sally felt like she’d been slapped.
“You did it?” she scoffed. “Way to make it sound like doing the laundry!”
“Aargh!” Amy stomped her foot in frustration. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
Sally crossed her arms.
“Don’t fucking touch me if it’s going to be an obligation!” she said.
Amy’s eyes flashed.
“Oh my god, are you serious? What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong with me except the fact that my girlfriend just went down on me only so I’d give her permission to go work on her blog!”
“Permission? I don’t need permission from you to work on anything!”
“Fine, then go work on anything,” Sally said, lying back down and turning on her side.
“Fine, I will.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Close the door so I d
on’t have to hear you typing while I go back to sleep.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Sally pulled the covers over her head just as she heard the bedroom door shut.
Put that in your fucking blog!
***
Despite being upset, Sally did manage to fall back asleep and when she woke again, the clock told her it was now past nine a.m.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and as soon as the fog of sleep and uneasy dreams cleared from her mind, was able to recall the argument with Amy.
With the benefit of time and more sleep, she felt calmer and even remorseful for her part in the disagreement. Things shouldn’t have escalated to the point they had and with hindsight, she saw how she could have said certain things differently or in a manner that would have prevented the small-scale war.
But wasn’t that often the way with arguments? The feelings and thoughts which start them are just spurted out and it’s only until later when one can re-evaluate and say to themselves, “Oh, crap; I could have approached that better”?
Still though, Sally was also feeling that she’d had a right to tell Amy what was on her mind back then because she still wasn’t happy with what had transpired earlier. It was just that now, Sally could come up with at least a dozen better ways to have done it.
Sighing, she got out of bed and though she wanted to immediately go find Amy, she determined that having a heart-to-heart chat with your girlfriend was best done without morning breath.
Expecting to find Amy typing away on her laptop in the living room of the suite, Sally instead discovered her curled up on the couch, fast asleep. Instantly, Sally felt her heart break. Okay, they had had an argument—and they were sure to have plenty more if they kept seeing each other—but she would never want Amy to feel that she couldn’t share a bed with her! Or, even worse, to not want to share a bed with her!
Right then, she realized that there were far worse things than having a girlfriend who liked to blog at ungodly hours of the morning.
Sally lowered herself to the floor beside the couch, folding her legs under her, and gently stroked Amy’s hair. At her touch, Amy stirred, opened her eyes slowly and smiled an adorable sleepy smile.
