Driving north on the I-5 towards Solana Beach from San Diego, on the way to meet her usual crew of friends and Rachel for volleyball, Ainsley gave herself a bit of a talking to.
“Dial it down, Ains,” she said aloud. “Dial it down…”
Last night had been…intense. Yes, it had been fun and, yes, she had had an amazing time with a woman who she knew she wanted in her life as a close friend. But it had also been…intense.
All night long while with Rachel, Ainsley had felt as if her entire body was thrumming, as if she was in contact with a mild electric current. Actually, that was true for most of her body. The exception was her center. All night long, that had felt as if someone had rested a vibrator on top of her mound and left it running.
It had started, of course, when Rachel, using innuendo and touch, had rescued Ainsley from Casey at the condo. Holy fuck, that had been hot! And even after Casey had left and Ainsley and Rachel had started their night out on the town, Ainsley’s state of being turned on never let up! Her pussy had stayed switched on all night long—her clit a swollen button, her inner walls frequently clutching, demanding something be inserted for them to grasp onto, her arousal dripping out of her until, finally, it had overwhelmed her underwear, making her upper thighs slick inside her midi skirt.
Each time she had gone to the restroom to pee, Ainsley had spent extra time in the stall cleaning herself, wiping away all that excess lubrication. But then she’d return to Rachel and their flirting would resume. Or a particularly strong waft of Rachel’s perfume would invade her nostrils. Or their legs would touch under the table and remain touching as they talked. Or Rachel would just smile a certain way or say something funny or lick her lips…Then, Ainsley’s clit would jump, her nipples would harden and the floodgates would once again open.
They had ended their night together back at Ainsley’s condo. Rachel had had to use her bathroom and then afterwards they said their goodbyes with a hug.
It hadn’t been just a normal friend-hug, either. As turned on as she was, Ainsley had almost come the instant she felt Rachel’s breasts press against her own. And Ainsley had almost come again when the shorter Rachel nuzzled her neck during the hug while her hands rubbed along her shoulder blades.
For her part, Ainsley had been bold and during the hug allowed her fingers to play with the fine and curly hairs at the base of Rachel’s neck and Ainsley swore that she had heard Rachel give the tiniest of moans as she did so.
Somehow, they parted. How, Ainsley still didn’t know. But after watching Rachel drive away, Ainsley had shut the front door and then did something she had never done before. Leaning against the closed door with her forehead resting against her left arm she slid her right hand past the waistband of her skirt, into her panties, found her clit and, standing there fully clothed, made herself come so hard she cried out just before sinking her teeth into her forearm and whimpering as her pussy finally got the release it needed.
“Fucking hell, Rachel,” Ainsley had muttered when the climax relinquished it grasp on her. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, shall we?” And that was how she eventually got herself to sleep: on her bed, completely nude, unashamedly calling out Rachel’s name the next two times she came before finally rolling onto her side and drifting off to slumber.
But now, as she neared Solana Beach, Ainsley was determined to dial things back. Orgasming three times—three!—fantasizing about a woman who A: she had just met, and B: was straight, was ridiculous. She had never done that before, even after meeting hot lesbians.
In a few minutes, she exited the highway and navigated her Porsche through the streets of Solana Beach to a low white building on Pacific Avenue.
“Solana Beach Volleyball Club” read the sign attached to the building’s façade, and as she pulled into the parking lot, she recognized the cars of several of her friends and even Rachel’s blue Tesla.
She spotted Rachel standing outside the entrance to the club, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Rachel was wearing loose-fitting blue workout pants and a racerback volleyball top which not only showed off her incredible shoulders but her amazing midsection. Every bit of flesh from just under Rachel’s round breasts, where the top ended, to the waist of her workout pants was bare, tanned and toned and Ainsley’s tongue was on autopilot as it licked her lips.
Rachel was chatting with Ainsley’s friend, Krissy, who was dressed similarly to the real estate agent. Both women had sports bags at their feet.
“Hey!” Krissy greeted Ainsley, as she approached.
Rachel turned and Ainsley’s heart skipped several beats when she noticed how Rachel’s mouth fell open a bit and her eyes roamed over Ainsley’s figure. Like her friends, Ainsley was also outfitted for a day of volleyball and like her friends, she was wearing little on top except for one of her favorite sports bras. Unlike her friends, however, she was wearing cut-off shorts and so her legs were on display as well.
And Rachel’s eyes were drinking it all in.
“Hey,” Ainsley said, embracing Krissy. When they separated, she pointed at Rachel. “Be careful of this one,” she said. “The last time I saw her, I ended up buying a house!”
“Oh, I know!” Krissy said, her cute little girl voice infectiously bubbly. “I’ve been getting to know her. Your new house sounds amazing!”
“It is! I can’t wait for you to see it.”
Ainsley greeted Rachel with a hug also, smelling the sunblock on her new friend’s skin.
“Hey,” Ainsley said.
“Hey,” Rachel replied. “Miss me?”
“Terribly,” Ainsley answered, feeling the devilish urge to confess to Rachel about the role Rachel played in the three orgasms she had given herself last night. Instead, she said, “I wore my clothes to bed because they still smelled like you.”
What happened to dialing it back?
Rachel laughed and gave her a smirk.
“Drat! And there I was at home imagining you naked in bed.”
“Damn, you two!” Krissy said. “Get a room! C’mon, the rest of the girls are already inside.”