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“Then maybe you should come over and make sure I’m exactly how you like me.”

“No, no, no…” Sally said. “We agreed.”

Amy sighed. They had agreed.

Much earlier, when the two of them had discussed their plans for the day and Sally had mentioned not only working late but also the dinner date with her mother, the question had come up about whether they’d get to see each other at all today. That naturally led to the discovery that ever since they had started dating nearly two weeks ago, they’d spent every night together but one.

What amazed Amy was, she hadn’t realized that was the case! Normally, a new woman suddenly guest-starring in her life was something she had to adjust to. Even those women with whom she didn’t start off spending practically every night with, like she had done with Sally so far, required Amy to recalibrate herself to a degree—especially mentally—in order to accommodate this new person occupying her time and personal space.

But with Sally, there had been no feeling that recalibration was needed. Sally had just fit in so seamlessly. A thrilling and somewhat scary prospect.

Podcast idea: Something about lesbians compared to other women when it comes to time spent with a new lover in the early days of a relationship.

And she could write an accompanying blog article to go with it! It was still a very nebulous idea but Amy resolved to firm it up more later after she finished what she was doing.

In any case, her and Sally had agreed that tonight they’d spend apart, if only as a token gesture to avoid becoming a lesbian cliché. Besides, they were about to spend a week together in a hotel room in San Francisco—one night apart wouldn’t kill them.

But Amy knew it was too late to turn her libido off now. Even that brief discussion about what toys to bring on their trip was enough to ensure her center would remain aroused for quite some time—she just had that kind of sex drive. Nor did it help that because of this arousal she was suddenly hyper-aware of the way the fabric of her shorts would softly brush or swish against the folds between her legs as she moved about the room to continue packing.

Yep, she was going to be a dripping mess, real soon.

Chapter 28

On Saturday morning, Sally had a wickedly delicious idea.

It came to her as she stepped out of the shower at her condo and saw a topless Amy brushing her teeth at the sink. Just as Amy finished, Sally dropped her towel and pressed herself against Amy’s back, loving how Amy groaned when Sally’s hard nipples made contact with her skin.

“God, I was hoping you were going to wake up horny,” Amy whispered, tilting her head back, exposing more of her neck to Sally’s lips. “We have time…”

“I know,” Sally said. Amy, she was discovering, was a consummate planner and when it came to determining when they should wake up today to get to the airport all the way in San Diego, Sally had let Amy do all that calculating, knowing that if she herself did it, they’d be lucky to make it in time to catch the flight.

“Tell me the truth,” Sally said, after raking her teeth along Amy’s neck, eliciting a purr from the other woman. “You factored in morning sex when you determined what time we should get up today, didn’t you?”

“Only two weeks in and you know me so well,” Amy murmured. “We have approximately forty-five minutes of Whatever Time.”

“Come on,” Sally said, leading Amy back to the bedroom.

“Yay!”

Sally laid Amy on the bed and topped her, looking down into her chocolate-brown eyes.

“Not so fast,” she said. “Let’s play a game.”

Biting her lip, Amy smiled up at Sally.

“What kind of game?”

Sally sucked a hard nipple into her mouth and when she released it, said, “Let’s bring each other to the brink. Only to the brink. No coming until we get to the hotel.”

Amy sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, yes!” she uttered. “I love a good tease!”

“It means being sopping, liquid messes all morning,” Sally warned after nibbling on Amy’s second nipple.

“But it also means a holy-fuck-I’m-gonna-pass-out orgasm later,” Amy whispered.

“Exactly!” Sally stared down into Amy’s eyes again. “Shall we…?”