But unlike that night, Rachel immediately pushed her face between Ainsley’s legs, darted out her tongue and began circling the swollen clit it found there. Her eyes shut as the tang of Ainsley’s flavor spread itself through her mouth, making her increase the speed with which she ran her tongue over the bud.
Above her, Ainsley whimpered and she began rocking her hips in time with the work Rachel’s tongue was doing.
But Rachel wanted more. This angle was giving her only a small taste of what she wanted. Again thinking of Sally’s books, Rachel decided she wanted to try something she’d read the characters in those stories so many times.
Pulling her mouth away from Ainsley’s pussy, she stood, took Ainsley’s hand and led her quickly into the bedroom. Once there, she immediately lay herself on the bed, still dressed in the pj shorts and tank top she’d had on when Ainsley arrived, pulling Ainsley on top of her.
“Sit on me,” Rachel said.
“Oh, fuck yes!” was Ainsley’s reply. Without any hesitation, Ainsley rose up off Rachel and straddled her face, her pussy several inches above Rachel’s mouth.
“Slowly!” Rachel gasped.
Wide-eyed, Rachel watched as Ainsley’s glistening pussy was slowly lowered to her eager mouth.
Rachel’s clit pulsed strongly as she saw Ainsley’s arousal obeying the law of gravity. Thin strings of the woman’s essence were dangling from her folds, swaying gently as Ainsley continued lowering herself.
One of the strings broke and Rachel felt the droplet land on her chin. She groaned.
Finally, Rachel’s mouth was covered by Ainsley’s wet sex and she started eating her out, her lips and tongue working voraciously and wildly at first. But then she told herself to slow down, to not be so slapdash, to focus on what she was doing. To not act so inexperienced. Because in a remarkably short time—only since Friday night!—pleasuring Ainsley had become an essential need for Rachel.
So, she slid her tongue inside Ainsley’s opening and by now the doctor was so turned on that after every two or three swirls Rachel made with it she had to swallow the collected come in her mouth.
“Oh my god!” Ainsley cried out, her exclamation sounding muted to Rachel because Ainsley’s thighs were pressed against her ears.
Rachel removed her tongue after about a minute more and then latched her lips onto Ainsley’s clit. The clit jumped and pulsed in her mouth while she gently suckled on it, giving it firm swipes with her tongue…and humming while she did so.
Ainsley didn’t last any longer.
“RachelRachelRachel! Fucking GOD! I’m coming!”
To Rachel, it was as if she turned on a faucet.
It started when Ainsley’s pussy came alive with a jerking set of contractions which Rachel felt against her mouth. And then Ainsley’s orgasm burst loose and she came. She came a lot.
The doctor’s come spurted out of her, surprising Rachel as suddenly the lower half of her face was covered with warmth. What she didn’t catch in her mouth dribbled off her chin to slide down her neck as now Ainsley, in the throes of the climax, was riding Rachel’s face, sliding her streaming pussy back and forth, back and forth, Rachel trying to drink as much of Ainsley’s essence as she could.
Feeling her own center practically begging her for release, Rachel crossed one of her legs over the other on the mattress, squeezing them hard together, pressing them against her vibrating clit and it was enough to make her come undone also. Rachel squealed against Ainsley’s pussy as her own pleasure rocketed through her, making her body quake and her hips buck. She wanted to scream out but it was impossible. Her mouth was still covered by Ainsley’s convulsing sex, still getting refills of the blonde’s come.
Finally, Ainsley lifted herself off Rachel’s face but if Rachel thought it was all over, she was wrong.
Ainsley raised her pussy just inches from Rachel’s now-slickened face, brought her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously fast, to Rachel’s eyes, the hand was but a blur.
“Shit!” Ainsley grunted. “Baby…fuck!...Shit!...I’m coming again!...Oh FUCK!”
And Ainsley then sat back down on Rachel’s face just as more of the blonde’s juices were pumped out by the swollen pussy Rachel was drinking from.
Chapter 20
“But what if she changes her mind?” Charlotte asked Ainsley the next day at Scripps Memorial. They were in the cafeteria having lunch. Ainsley was dressed in her scrubs but Charlotte was in street clothes. It was unusual for Charlotte to be at this hospital. Her pediatric practice, which she shared with two other doctors, was in San Diego. But one of Charlotte’s patients had had to be admitted to Scripps for a bronchoscopy in order to diagnose some breathing difficulties the ten-year-old boy was having and Charlotte had made the trip north to check in on the boy and to consult with the pediatric surgeons on staff.
Ainsley had just told Charlotte about what she and Rachel had been doing since Valentine’s Day—namely, having sex every opportunity they could. Charlotte, having talked to Rachel on volleyball Sundays and knowing Rachel was straight, naturally was surprised.
In response to Charlotte’s qu
estion, Ainsley shrugged.
“She and I talked about it,” she began. “We’re not putting any labels on what we’re doing and there are no expectations.”