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Ainsley pulled away and looked down at her.

“Right.”

Rachel could understand Ainsley’s reluctance. She herself was a little surprised at how adamant she was being that things get sexual this evening.

Add it to my ever-growing list of firsts.

First time being attracted to a woman.

First time wanting to have sex with a woman.

First time having sex with a woman.

And now…

First time desperately wanting that same woman while that woman was on her period.

But yet, it was undeniable: her typical overwhelming desire for Ainsley was still there, heightened, naturally, by the lack of sex over the past few days, despite the fact that Ainsley was on her period.

She bit her lip and ran her hands up and down Ainsley’s arms.

“Let me at least touch you,” she said. “It’s been almost a

week. I refuse to be a lesbian if it means I can’t touch you five days out of every month.”

Ainsley burst into laughter and then looked at her. It was obvious she was still doubtful. Finally, though, she sighed.

“Give me two minutes,” she instructed before heading into the bathroom.

Excited, nervous…and curious, Rachel got onto the bed. She wasn’t sure if she should undress because she didn’t want Ainsley feeling pressured to have this turn into one of their usual playtimes. Ainsley might be horny, sure, but Rachel remembered her periods before her latest birth control option stopped them. She had been prone to horniness then also while paradoxically not actually wanting to have sex. Furthermore, she knew Ainsley was a little skittish about this, apparently afraid of grossing her out. So Rachel decided to keep the teal workout shorts and graphic tee she was wearing on.

In another moment, Ainsley re-emerged from the bathroom. Immediately, Rachel started breathing faster. Ainsley was completely nude, her statuesque form with those ever-so-long legs and stunning breasts on full display. She was carrying a towel and as she walked, Rachel caught glimpses of a tampon string dangling between her legs.

“I don’t think we’ll need this,” Ainsley said, laying the towel flat on the mattress. “But better safe than sorry.”

“Of course,” Rachel said, unable to take her eyes off Ainsley’s breasts.

Ainsley then stood and crossed her arms.

“You know, it’s funny,” she said, “I come so much harder when you’re naked.”

Rachel didn’t say a word, instead undressing as fast as she ever had before. When her clothes were off and tossed away, Ainsley smiled.

“Better,” she said.

Once Ainsley was in bed and in her arms, Rachel felt as if her entire body had a low-voltage electric current running through it. It had been too long. Yes, they had slept together every night since they’d last had sex. Yes, Ainsley had been in her arms each of those nights. And it had been magical.

But this…

Oh fuck…

Feeling Ainsley’s body pressed against hers as they kissed was already making Rachel’s core start that achingly wonderful build-up, the anticipation of which made Rachel deepen her kiss and more aggressively duel with Ainsley’s tongue.

They kept at it like that for a while: kissing and running each other’s hands over the other woman’s side, hips, legs, neck. Rachel could sense how much yearning was in her girlfriend and she could tell that it matched her own.

“Fuck, Rachel,” Ainsley murmured when they broke their kiss.

“Too long…” Rachel murmured back, kissing Ainsley’s chin.