Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

by Sabrina Kane

  Again, going for nonchalance, Sally picked up a bracelet and tried it on, turning her wrist this way and that in order to make the piece of jewelry catch the light from various angles, but her eyes kept wandering to the array of engagement rings Adilah had brought out. In addition to the handful from the window display, there were several others Adilah had produced from one of the glass display cases in the store.

  She felt Amy slip her arm around her waist and snuggle up next to her.

  “So, which one do you think I would like?” Amy asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “The rings,” Amy said. “Which one?”

  That was almost too easy. Sally had known which one would catch Amy’s eye the instant Adilah had set them all down.

  “That one,” Sally said, pointing to a platinum swirl tension ring with a dazzling pear-shaped diamond.

  Amy looked up at her, beaming her megawatt smile.

  “How did you know?”

  “That swirl design. It’s got energy and movement,” Sally answered. “That’s the ring of a woman whose blood is seventy-five percent caffeine and who sleep two hours a night.”

  Amy giggled.

  “You’re silly,” she said.

  “But right. Your turn.”

  Amy rolled her eyes.

  “No brainer!”

  “Is that right? How so?”

  “Well, you’re an artist, and artists typically like things that aren’t traditional or expected…”

  “Okaaaay…”

  “And there’s a lot of non-traditional and unexpected rings on the table,” Amy went on.

  “True,” Sally agreed with a nod.

  Amy then pointed to a particular ring before saying, “But you also drive a BMW and your carry-on luggage is made by Coach, and so I’m going to choose the one with the big, fat honker of a diamond.”

  ***

  In all her life, Sally had never seen such a perfect, pink, glistening and swollen pussy.

  After their trip to the jewelry store—walking out with a new bracelet for Sally and a new necklace for Amy—they decided to head back to the hotel to change clothes. What had started as a gorgeous morning had turned into a gray and drizzly afternoon and like typical Southern California women, neither Sally nor Amy was dressed for it.

  Of course, in the privacy of their hotel room, with clothes being taken off with the intention of changing into warmer outfits, it was perhaps inevitable that they ended up in bed, completely nude, hands and mouths all over each other.

  But Sally had taken control early, subduing Amy by topping her and then binding her wrists with the tights Amy had selected to change into but hadn’t gotten around to putting on.

  “Complain once,” Sally had whispered into Amy’s ear, “and you won’t get to go down on me again until we get back to Carlsbad.”

  That was an hour ago.

  Since then, Sally had taken her time sucking and kneading Amy’s breasts, leaving new bite marks on her thighs and licking very softly, very carefully, around Amy’s pussy until Amy was now a gasping, moaning, quivering and compliant little pet, and her pussy was this perfect, pink, glistening and swollen work of art just inches from Sally’s face.

  Sally puckered her lips and blew a soft breath on Amy’s sex.

  It had the desired effect.

  “Oh my fuck!” Amy shouted as her pussy, in reaction to the gust of breath, convulsed quickly three times and her clit visibly pulsed several times more. She groaned and Sally recognized it as the groan of a woman whose orgasm was right there but still unleashed. Amy’s hips gyrated, pushing her ass further into the mattress as she obviously tried to contend with the unreleased pleasure building up inside her.

  Sally’s hand was under that ass, catching in her palm the tiny rivulets of clear arousal that had been streaming from Amy’s pussy for quite a while now.

  “Oh my god, that was a big one, baby!” Sally said as her girlfriend’s center pushed out a particularly thick stream of lubrication. It was cloudier than what had come out before, a sure sign that the dam was about to burst.

  “I’m so fucking close!” Amy moaned.

  So was Sally. All this time teasing Amy had made her own center molten, and each time she witnessed Amy’s clit jump, her own clit did so as well. Her thighs were slick and the few times she had reached between her legs to play a bit with herself, she’d had to stop because she had plans for this huge orgasm building up.

  “Almost time to put you out of your misery,” she told Amy.

  “Oh, thank fuck!” Amy sighed.

  Sally carefully slid her hand out from under Amy’s ass and brought it up to her girlfriend’s chest. Turning her hand over, she coated Amy right nipple with the wetness she had collected and then brought her mouth down to suck the rock-hard bud that was now flavored with Amy’s inner essence, and this was making tiny fireworks explode between her legs, causing her to moan as she worked her tongue around the nipple.

  When she’d had enough, she rose and quickly straddled Amy’s face, slowly lowering her dripping pussy until she felt Amy’s hungry lips and tongue make contact and get to work.

  Gripping the headboard, Sally came almost instantly, her clit a prisoner between Amy’s lips.

  “A-MEEEEE! Fuuuuuuuck!” she screamed at the release, not caring if anyone outside their room heard her.

  The pleasure was soul-wrenchingly immense, so much so that her hips bucked as she rode Amy’s face while the come poured out of her and her entire body was shattered joyfully, the orgasm in complete control of her now.

  Before the second one hit, she leaned back, holding on to the headboard with one hand and finding Amy’s pussy with the other, zeroing in on Amy’s clit. Then, just as that second orgasm rocketed through Sally, she heard Amy give a startled, high-pitched moan that was stifled by virtue of Sally’s throbbing pussy still covering her mouth.

  And then Amy was coming. Sally felt a gush of warm liquid strike her hand, felt Amy’s pelvis start quaking. In throes of her own second orgasm, Sally let Amy scream into her pussy for a few seconds before she raised herself off Amy’s face.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” Amy yelled. “Oh, FUCK! Babe…Fuck…Babe!”

  Feeling how incredibly wet things were between her girlfriend’s legs, Sally now wanted her face down there. Quick as a flash, she turned herself around to sixty-nine Amy. Easily, three of her fingers slid in, squeezed instantly by Amy’s tight inner walls. She kept them inside until Amy came again and then she removed the fingers. They were completely coated with sticky, ropy strands of Amy’s come and she shoved them into her mouth as if she was starving.

  And that’s how she came the third time: her clit once more being pulled on by Amy’s lips, her mouth stuffed with three fingers covered in the tangy sweetness that came from deep within this woman she loved.

  Chapter 43

  Pulling on the same green tights which had recently been binding her wrists, Amy made her decision.

  She only needed time to execute her plan. But she was certain she could get that time as long as she didn’t act suspicious.

  By now, they were both starving, even though, Amy considered with a secret smile as she stood up from the edge of the bed and finished pulling up her tights, she could still taste Sally in her mouth, her girlfriend’s come still coating her throat. She had certainly gotten her fill during their sexcapades just now. But she needed real food now.

  After they were both dressed more warmly, they left the hotel. The plan was to head to Pacific Place, a shopping mall here in the downtown area. There was a chowder restaurant in there they were both eager to try and then afterwards they would wander the mall a bit.

  As soon as they got to the mall, Amy started looking around, trying to find the means by which she would put her plan into motion. She spotted it as they were riding the escalators up to the third floor, en route to the restaurant. Looking down to the first floor, she saw a high-end lingerie store and an idea came to her.

  Perfect.
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  Now, she just needed to convince Sally to unwittingly be a pawn in her scheme.

  “So, I was thinking,” she began about fifteen minutes later in the restaurant, a delicious seafood bisque served in a bread bowl in front of her on their table. “I saw a lingerie store downstairs when we came in…”

  “Ooh,” Sally said, biting her lip. “I like where this is going.”

  Amy laughed.

  “Well, I want to get something special for tonight,” she said. “But I want it to be a secret until I reveal it later.”

  “Oh, so you want to split up after this?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s perfect, actually,” Sally said. “I was going to suggest the same thing!”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I noticed this place has an art supply store and I thought maybe I’d wander around in it. You know, see if I can find anything worth buying. But I was worried it might be a little boring for you and so I was going to suggest we kind of do our own thing for a while and meet up afterwards.”

  Excellent!

  “Love it!” Amy said. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.”

  Sally laughed.

  “Well, I think they meant that for when lovers are a zillion miles apart and not away from each other for only an hour or so.”

  “Whatever. I know you start missing me every time I get up to go pee.”

  “Desperately,” Sally said, smirking. “And when you’re gone for the length of a shower, I actually start pulling my hair out.”

  Amy now had the means to execute her plan and she was suddenly super excited to start acting on it. The bisque was amazing and the bread bowl was divine but she could barely enjoy it because of how anxious she was to get this meal over with. But she forced herself to outwardly display calm. She didn’t want Sally getting suspicious. After all, Sally was a clever woman and “shopping for lingerie” was hardly a reason for a person to wolf down food as if she was running late to catch an airplane.

  Finally, though, they were done.

  “Okay, then,” Amy began, as they stood outside the restaurant. “Have fun shopping for whatever.”

  “You too,” Sally said. “Keep in mind, I like white.”

  Amy frowned.

  “Huh?”

  “The lingerie,” Sally supplied. “You know how I love white. Every time I see you in that white bralette you have we always end up having sex.”

  “Right! The lingerie!” Amy nodded. “And you hate red,” she added, remembering Sally mentioning that to her sometime soon after they started dating.

  “Can’t stand it!”

  Amy tapped the side of her head.

  “Got it,” she said. “So…meet up again in an hour?”

  Sally seemed to consider that for a moment.

  “Yeah, an hour sounds right,” she answered. “I’ll, uh, text you and find out where you are.”

  “Perfect!”

  They kissed before parting.

  “See you!” Amy said, as Sally started walking in the opposite direction.

  “See you!” Sally called back.

  Once she was certain that Sally wasn’t going to turn around again, Amy started power-walking to the nearest down escalator while simultaneously opening the Lyft app on her phone. Once on the escalator, she walked rather than rode down it.

  “Excuse me,” she said, zipping past some other passengers who apparently did not have secret missions to accomplish and were just sedately riding the escalator down like morons. Even as she sped down the conveyance, Amy was still tapping away in the Lyft app and by the time she reached the first floor of the mall again she had her ride confirmed. Someone named Shirley driving a blue Sentra was going to meet her in three minutes. Amy hoped Shirley wouldn’t be late.

  But Shirley was there as promised.

  “Short trip,” the driver commented once Amy was inside.

  “Yeah, well…I’m in rush,” Amy told her.

  “Nice day for a stroll, though,” Shirley went on, and Amy rolled her eyes. A chatty driver she could do without. And was Shirley delusional? Nice day? Amy supposed. For Seattle, which wasn’t setting the bar very high. Give her Carlsbad weather any day.

  The short drive could have been shorter. But just like in the movies, when the heroine is in the back of the cab, rushing to get somewhere, a delivery truck was temporarily blocking traffic on Pike Street while it pulled out of a loading bay. Shirley would have told Amy the delay was only two minutes, but to Amy, it felt like ten. During the hold-up, Amy was only vaguely aware of Shirley telling her something about her grandkids. Or was it something about her dog? Amy didn’t care either way as she sat stewing in the back seat, silently cursing the ancestors of the truck driver and wondering if—also like in the movies—she should dramatically say, “I’ll walk from here!”, shove some money in the driver’s hand and jump out of the car in order to race down the city streets on foot to her destination. After all, she not only had her secret mission to accomplish, but she also had to get back to the mall to find and buy some sexy white lingerie. She wasn’t made of time!

  Finally, they resumed moving and it was only a minute after that when Shirley stopped the car again, this time at journey’s end.

  “Thanks.Bye.Haveaniceday.” Amy uttered, opening the back door the microsecond the car ceased moving, hopping out onto the sidewalk.

  As soon as Amy entered the shop, Adilah and Ekaterina both turned to her and both smiled in recognition.

  “Hi! Welcome back!” Adilah greeted her.

  “Hi,” Amy said, feeling incredibly excited. She was finally here and ready to change her life.

  “Did you forget something from earlier?” Ekaterina asked.

  “Yes,” Amy said. “A ring. The woman I was in here with earlier? I want to marry her.”

  Adilah’s hands flew to her face and even from where she was standing, Amy could tell the woman’s eyes were watering.

  “Jillian Ashley?” Ekaterina exclaimed, her eyes wide.

  Amy laughed. If they only knew, she considered. If they only knew about how she had felt the first time she saw “Jillian Ashley” on her computer monitor just prior to recording the podcast. How her stomach had flipped and how it was as if her heart had started speaking to her, telling her, “This is what I want!”

  About how she knew—just knew—normal life had stopped for her the moment “Jillian Ashley” had walked into La Vida Mocha that Friday evening one month ago.

  About how “Jillian Ashley” turned out not to be Jillian Ashley and how, even though it upset her initially, she also knew there was no way she was going to let Sally Lassiter out of her life because even after having spent only just a few hours with her that first night, she was already in too deep.

  “That’s amazing!” Adilah said, coming from behind the counter and rushing to embrace Amy, who felt like a munchkin in her arms because Adilah was supermodel-tall.

  Just like my soon-to-be fiancée.

  “Did you know which ring you want?” Adilah asked her.

  “Yes, please,” Amy said, wiping a stray tear which had trickled from her left eye. “That one with the princess diamond and the two tiny sapphires in the band?”

  She suddenly became worried that someone else might have bought it. Was that possible? It was Saturday, after all…People shopped on Saturday. But was Saturday a big engagement ring-buying day? She had no idea.

  But Adilah was nodding. “I remember you pointing that out to her. I thought you two were so funny.” She hooked her arm through Amy’s and led her to one of the glass display cases. “I knew you’d end up getting married! The way she looks at you!”

  “God, yes!” Ekaterina chimed in. “You’re a lucky girl!”

  Amy smiled.

  “I know,” she said.

  Adilah had the ring brought out and in front of Amy in a few moments.

  Staring at the stunning piece of jewelry in its little velvet box, Amy grinned from ear to ear. This w
as going to look so amazing on Sally’s hand! Amy’s heart started fluttering as she imagined seeing Sally wearing this every day from now on, knowing what it signified, knowing what it represented.

  She heard the shop’s door open but didn’t bother turning around. Another customer, no doubt. Probably some guy wanting to buy this very ring for his girlfriend.

  Too late, loser! This ring is mine! Hope you have a second choice! I’m sure she’ll still love you.

  Looking back up at Adilah, Amy said, “I’ll take—” but then stopped. Adilah’s mouth was wide open and she was staring at a point behind Amy. Next to her, Ekaterina pretty much had the same expression on her face.

  Amy turned and then yelped.

  Sally was standing there, looking as shocked as someone who had just seen their eighty-year-old grandmother do a triple Lutz on an ice skating rink.

  “What are you doing here?” Sally eventually asked.

  “Um…” Amy said, hoping her body was effectively blocking the ring and box on the counter. “Um…Wait! What are you doing here?”

  “Um…” Sally began, blushing. “Wait! I asked you first!”

  Shit!

  Sally had her there. That’s the way the game was played.

  “What are you hiding?” Sally then asked.

  “Nothing!” Amy said, shifting her body a little to the left and then rolling her eyes at how ridiculous she was. She certainly did not have a future being a spy or a master criminal.

  Sally slowly approached and a wave of disappointment crashed through Amy. This was so not how she wanted Sally to see the ring for the first time. Though, technically, Amy realized, it would be the second time.

  When the taller Sally was directly in front of Amy, she peeked over Amy’s shoulder.

  Amy pouted.

  Should have worn heels today!

  That still would have left her a few inches too short, she considered, but at least it would have made her feel as if she had a fighting chance of blocking Sally’s view.

  “Oh my god!” Sally exclaimed, her hands flying to her face just like Adilah’s had a short while ago. Sally looked at Amy and Amy could see tears welling in her eyes. “Babe…”