“So,” Ainsley began, putting her arm around Rachel, “do I have to worry about you running off with those two?” She nodded her head towards where Miranda and Jenni were warming up.
Rachel shook her head.
“Nope,” she stated. “I view them only as amazingly incredible athletes.”
“Ah,” Ainsley said. “And what do you view me as?”
“You,” Rachel said, turning to her and running the tip of her index finger along Ainsley’s bottom lip. “You I view as the woman I’m not letting go of even for superstar volleyball players from the planet Awesome.”
Ainsley laughed.
“I learn so much when I talk to you,” she said. “And what happens on planet Awesome?”
“The main thing is what doesn’t happen on planet Awesome,” Rachel replied. “Beautiful and extremely fit women like superstar volleyball players are appreciated for being excellent and dedicated athletes instead of sexual objects.” She bit her lip, considering. “So I guess what I’m also saying is, there are no men on planet Awesome.”
Just at that moment, Krissy, sitting next to Rachel let out an enormous and adoring sigh. Rachel and Ainsley looked over at her in time to see her grab hold of Becca, who was sitting in the next seat over.
“Oh my gawwwwd!” Krissy moaned. “Look at number seventeen on Sweden’s team! So fucking tall! God, I could start licking at her toes and it would take hours to reach her boobs! Fuck, she could spike me any day! How do you say ‘Please come over to my house tonight’ in Swedish?”
Rachel and Ainsley started laughing.
“You were saying?” Ainsley whispered.
“Okay, so maybe there are no men and no Krissys on planet Awesome,” Rachel whispered back.
Ainsley smiled and the beauty of that smile made Rachel’s pulse quicken and she couldn’t help capturing Ainsley’s lips in a quick but heat-inducing kiss.
“Get a fucking room!” Krissy repeated.
Chapter 32
Note to self: Must take Rachel to more volleyball games!
This particular notion was on Ainsley’s mind because evidently the excitement and thrill of meeting superstar volleyball players and then watching them play had ignited Rachel’s libido, turning her girlfriend into a little lust-filled maniac.
As per usual for them, it started in the car—or rather, the Jeep.
Because all four women lived in Carlsbad now, Becca had offered to drive Ainsley, Rachel and Krissy down to San Diego for the volleyball game. On the drive back north—just as during the earlier drive to the city—Ainsley and Rachel were sitting together in the back seat. But this time, no sooner had Becca started driving the Jeep out of the parking lot when Rachel reached for Ainsley’s hand, lifted the hem of the midi skirt she was wearing and guided Ainsley’s hand to between her legs.
Ainsley gave a little fake cough to cover up her surprise, not only at Rachel’s boldness but at the fact that her own clit had pulsed very strongly at the illicitness of what Rachel was wanting. This was something Ainsley had never done before—fingering another woman in the back seat of a car with other passengers in it. This wasn’t like fucking in the back of the limo on Valentine’s Day, with a privacy screen between them and the driver. Nor was it like just the other day when Rachel had made her come during their drive to Carlsbad from Solana Beach, when it was just the two of them in the Porsche.
No. This time Becca and Krissy were right there, in the front seats. And it was driving Ainsley wild. She felt a deep and dark lust come over her, she felt a new side of herself awaken and her center turn molten.
Rachel spread her legs open just enough for Ainsley to be able to run her fingers over the cotton crotc
h of her girlfriend’s underwear, noticing how it was already quite damp. Then, keeping an eye on Becca and Krissy, she had slipped her fingers inside the panties, found Rachel’s button and started fingering it. Ainsley wasn’t satisfied with the amount of friction she felt while rubbing Rachel’s clit and so she slipped her middle finger downwards, got it covered with the thick arousal Rachel’s opening provided and then brought that slick liquid back up to the top of her woman’s pussy.
Much better…
Now her finger was sliding over the sensitive nub quite nicely.
And this was when Ainsley discovered she had a superpower; because somehow, while rubbing tight little circles on her girlfriend’s clit she was still able to participate in a conversation with Becca and Krissy about the volleyball match they’d just watched. What’s more, Rachel was able to join in as well, playing her role of a woman who wasn’t being masturbated by another woman perfectly.
Eventually, though, Rachel huffed out a labored breath. It was done so softly that Becca and Krissy wouldn’t have heard it over the noise of the traffic and the pop music the Jeep’s stereo was playing, but Ainsley noticed it. She decided that it would be better if Rachel was taken out of the conversation for a few moments.
“So, Krissy,” Ainsley began, “what other Swedish players would you have liked to take home tonight?”
“Oh my god, so many…” Krissy started, doing what she does best—talking. Launching into a detailed report of every single Swedish and American player she wanted to do unspeakable things to, Krissy did exactly what Ainsley wanted her to: blab on ceaselessly and not include Rachel in the discussion.