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Amy arched an eyebrow and Sally knew, just knew, that Amy was reading her mind.

“Any particular reason why?”

Sally gave a little nod.

“Because I want our first kiss to be on the beach.”

***

Dinner ended up being fabulous with great food and lots of instances of Sally and Amy finishing each other’s sentences—a fact Sally appreciated more than the great food. She really had never felt this in tune with another woman; it was like her and Amy were vibing on the same frequency.

Luckily, Sally had had some fabulous girlfriends before—the major exception being Brooke, who had cheated on her—but all of those previous relationships had been lacking an undefinable thing which had contributed to those relationships eventually fizzling out and ending.

Had she found that undefinable thing now?

Was it synchronicity?

She had to remind herself that this was just date number one. Date number two could be a disaster. Date number ten could reveal that Amy was a psychopath.

That is, if Sally ever got to date number two with Amy, let alone date number ten.

That thought was preying on her mind now as her and Amy walked along Carlsbad Boulevard following their dinner, heading towards the entrance to the beach. Sunset was fast approaching and the sky was filled with small fluffy clouds that were tinted pink and lavender. Sally was genuinely worried that the decision she had made almost instantly when she had walked into that coffeeshop and laid eyes on Amy was going to cost her dearly. But she also knew the decision was the only right one.

Maybe I should just do it now…

But her thoughts were interrupted when Amy suddenly said, “I have to admit that I like first dates more when I know I can expect a kiss later.”

Sally laughed, blushing.

“I hope I didn’t ruin the surprise,” she said, pushing aside her recent thoughts as she remembered her bold declaration back at the trattoria.

“Ruin? I thought it was hot.”

Sally stopped just short of the pedestrian ramp which led from Carlsbad Boulevard down to the beach. Amy halted also and turned to face her.

“Hot, huh?” Sally said.

“Mm-hmm,” Amy replied. She glanced over her shoulder. “But we’re not technically on the beach yet, are we?”

“Nope.”

After walking down the sloping footpath and just before stepping onto the sand of the beach, both women removed their shoes. As usual for a Friday evening at sunset, the section of the beach near the northern terminus of the seawall was crowded with people waiting to watch the sun disappear. This was the part of the beach near the restaurants and the hotels and timeshares. Sally noticed, though, that towards the south, close to the lagoon, the beach was less populated and so she started in that direction, Amy right beside her.

The two women walked in silence, close together. As their feet shifted in the sand, they would bump gently against one another and with each touch, Sally’s excitement kept rising. Eventually, they reached a point near one of the empty lifeguard towers that was remarkably devoid of people. Not that they were completely alone, per se, just that other beachgoers were far enough away that Sally felt like her and Amy were in their own little haven.

Then, everything happened so fast.

No sooner had Sally stopped than Amy was right in front of her, pressing her body against hers as she wrapped her arms around Sally’s neck. With a groan of lust, Sally abandoned her original of plan of saying what she wanted to say, cupped the back of Amy’s head and brought their lips together for a hungry kiss that immediately made her curl her toes into the sand.

There was nothing tentative about this kiss, the way most first kisses are. Amy’s soft lips moved against Sally’s with an intensity that liquified Sally’s center and when their tongues began playing together, Sally swore she was thisclose to coming as her clit pulsed in time with her escalated heartbeat.

But this was wrong.

She could kiss Amy like this for hours, she knew. She could kiss Amy like this from today’s sunset until tomorrow’s sunrise, but it was wrong.

She forced herself away from Amy.

“Wait!” she suddenly blurted out. Already she missed feeling Amy’s lips against hers.