Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 12

Abstract: Chapter 12 of 14: Ana tells Sarah she accepted an assistant coaching position and would need to leave in three days. Sarah is devasted, hoping she would stay for the rest of the summer. On their last evening together, they dine out casual, discovering the Butch/Femm lesbian couple they first saw at lunch earlier in the summer. Their stares at each another leads to an interaction instigated by Ana, something Sarah was not ready for.

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The sun baked the sand under our feet as we strolled the beach the next morning, the waves crashing in a steady rhythm that usually soothed me. But Ana's phone had been buzzing non-stop for days - quick calls in the kitchen, thumbs flying over texts during lazy afternoons, even a late-night email session while I dozed beside her. It wasn't the intimate stuff; her tone was clipped, professional, like she was negotiating deals or lining up schedules. I hadn't pried, figuring it was work bleeding into our bubble, but it nagged at me, a low hum of uncertainty beneath the high of our tangled nights.

We'd just finished breakfast on the deck - scrambled eggs and fresh fruit, both of us naked as always, her commanding presence making it feel natural, like shedding clothes was just another way to bare ourselves to each other. We dressed to walk the beach, her arm through mine, the necklace hearts bumping against my chest with each step, a reminder of her love for me, my love for her, our love for each other. The beach was mostly empty, just a few distant joggers and the gulls screeching overhead, scavenging for breakfast scraps.

Ana stopped abruptly, turning to face me, her dark eyes serious. "Sarah, there's something I need to tell you." Her voice was steady, but there was a weight to it, like she'd rehearsed this. "I've been offered and accepted a women's soccer assistant coaching position at a major university. They're one of the top teams in the country, with a well-funded program. I'll be joining the team next week, which means I can only stay with you for three more days."

The words landed like a concussion bomb, knocking the air out of me. The emotional gut punch hit hard, irrational and raw, and before I could stop it, I blurted, "Ana! No! You can't leave me! Not now!" Tears surged, hot and unstoppable, blurring the horizon. My knees buckled, sinking into the damp sand, and I curled forward, sobs wracking my body like I'd just lost the one solid thing in my life.

She dropped down beside me in an instant, strong arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me against her chest. "Hey, hey," she murmured, her lips brushing my temple, then my cheek, soft kisses that tasted like salt from the air. She held me there on the beach, one hand stroking my hair, the other firm on my back, grounding me until the storm in my chest eased. Minutes passed like that, the waves lapping at our feet, her body heat seeping into mine. Finally, I pulled back, wiping my face, the sand gritty against my skin.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice thick. "That was... Stupid.... Emotional..... Irrational. I'm so happy for you Ana. Congratulating. I'm so proud. You deserve this." I **** a smile, even as the ache lingered, a quiet fear that our interlocked hearts might not hold across distance.

She cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the last tears. "It's not goodbye, Sarah. It's just the start. We'll figure it out - visits, calls, whatever it takes. I love you." Her kiss was deeper then, reassuring, We stood, her helping me up, and walked back hand in hand, the conversation shifting to logistics, but the undercurrent of loss hung there, making every touch feel urgent. I knew from that moment on, every second with her was something to cherish, before we said goodbye.

The remaining days together went by quickly. We were lovers who needed to make love as often as we could. We did: in bed, on the couch, on the back deck, in the gym shower, at the cove, even in my old beat-up SUV.

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The beach house, that rented sanctuary we'd turned into our private world, felt like it was coming to an end. Her joy that filled this house and my heart, would soon be gone, empty, cold, quiet. I tried to keep away the sadness of what was about to come and focus on each special moment we would share.

On the final night, Ana suggested we get out, shake off the heaviness. "Something casual," she said, her voice low and sure as she wore slacks with a tight polo shirt, hugging her athletic frame. I wore my new flowery dress - no bra, no panties - her rules, always.

She drove us to a spot she picked: a rundown Mexican joint, the kind of place where the neon sign flickered like it was on its last breath, and the parking lot was all gravel and potholes.

We grabbed a table on the open-air back deck, picnic-style benches under strings of bare bulbs that cast uneven pools of light. The air smelled of sizzling carnitas and cilantro. It was lively but not packed - families wrapping up early, a few locals nursing beers.

That's when I spotted them. Two tables over, half-hidden in the shadows of a sagging awning, sat the couple from lunch a couple days back. "The Beauty and the Butch," Ana dubbed them, in my head after that first sighting at the café. The Beauty, I must admit, was stunningly gorgeous, all curves and cascading waves of auburn hair, very long legs, wearing a crop top, nipples poking out from the fabric, and low rise stretch skinny jeans, looking like they were painted on. The Butch, much older and shorter than the Beauty, stocky and broad-shouldered with a buzz cut, tattoos snaking up her arms and neck, was wearing a Motorhead t-shirt, jeans, and motorcycle boots. She exuded that same commanding vibe Ana had, but much rougher. We saw a big motorcycle in the parking lot when we came in. I bet it was hers.

"Ana," I muttered, nodding subtly. "Them again." She'd noticed too, her dark eyes narrowing, looking at them, deliberately. We hadn't talked much about that lunch - how their stares had lingered, the way the Butch's gaze had raked over us like she was sizing up territory. But now, here they were, their plates cleared, wine for the Beauty, beer for the Butch, watching us without shame.

"Let's go," I whispered, my stomach twisting, the exposure felt too raw. It was our last night together. I didn't want complications, not wanting anything pulling the focus from us. But Ana shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No. Stay. I want to see what they're up to." Her tone was steel wrapped in silk, that commanding presence kicking in, the one that made my pulse quicken even as nerves knotted my gut. She wasn't afraid; she was intrigued, protective maybe, like she needed to stake her claim before the distance tore us apart.

Our food came and we started to eat, pretending not to notice them, but we glanced anyway. Mine were quick and averted while Ana's were steady, challenging. They'd lean in, murmuring, then look our way, the Beauty's eyes sparkling with curiosity, the Butch's flat and assessing.

We finished, with me not eating very much at all. Ana polishing off her enchiladas like it was just another meal. Ana signaled the server and she paid with cash, no lingering chit-chat. But instead of heading out, Ana stood, took my hand, and fixed her stare on them. "Come on," she said to me, voice low. They didn't move, just watched as Ana led me across the deck, away from the main cluster of tables, to the far end where the light faded into murk. It was a forgotten corner, partially screened by overgrown shrubs that rustled in the breeze. A picnic table was there - battered, beaten, and sticky from years of spills. A single bulb hung overhead, buzzing faintly, casting long shadows that made the space feel dark, illicit, hidden, but not invisible.

Ana didn't waste time. Her hands were on my dress before I could protest, fingers hooking the hem and yanking it up over my head in one smooth motion. The night air hit my skin like a slap - cool against my naked breasts, my stomach, my freshly waxed pussy. "Ana!" I protested, "What are you doing?" She caught my wrists, pulling them down. "Sit," she commanded, guiding me onto the rough wooden table. The edge bit into my ass cheeks, splintery and unyielding, but the thrill overrode it. She pushed my knees apart, wide, exposing me fully - the lips of my pussy parting slightly in the open air, already slick from the tension, the anticipation. I heard distant talking and laughter, the world just beyond the shrubs, and it made me terrified and excited at the same time.

Ana's mouth crashed into mine then, hungry and deep, tongue thrusting past my lips like she was fucking my face. I moaned into it, hands fisting her polo shirt, pulling her closer. Her body pressed between my thighs, one hand cupping my breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it hardened into a peak. The kiss broke only when footsteps on the deck were heard - close, too close. I looked over, heart hammering, and there they were: the Beauty and the Butch, emerging from the gloom like they'd been summoned. I gasped, immediately closing my legs and covering my breasts with my arms. The Beauty's eyes widened, lips parting in a soft "oh," while the Butch smirked, hands in her pockets, clearly not shocked.

Ana didn't flinch. She straightened and looked right at them. "Both of you," she said, "come over here." They came closer, with the Butch leading the way. Ana said "You like my woman? You've been staring at her since we got here." The Beauty was frozen, looking frightened, emotionless. The Butch smiled, grinned, and nodded.

"Look at these titties," Ana said as she moved my arms away to expose my breasts. "Gorgeous aren't they?" The Beauty still petrified, immovable, while the Butch was enjoying the show. I looked at Ana and started to plead her to stop when she spread my legs, my ass on the picnic table with my feet on the bench. "That is one beautiful and delicious pussy - waxed smooth," she said as she started to rub my clit, now fully exposed to them. She looked at the Butch and said "You want to taste some pussy tonight?" The Butch's eyes widening and wore a big smile. "Get down there," Ana said, "and help yourself to my woman's pussy." Before I could protest, the Butch was between my legs. Her hands were rough, callused, gripping my inner thighs to hold them open wider. I felt her breath hot against my folds before her tongue made contact - flat and broad, lapping from my entrance up to my clit in one long, deliberate stroke. "Oh god," I hissed, feeling a sensation shocking my core.

Ana motioned the Beauty to come to her. Like me, she was in a daze, not believing what was happening. She slowly made her way towards Ana. Ana grabbed her hand, pulled her in, wrapped her arm around her waist, leaned in, and gave her a wet, passionate, sex-fueled, tongue-filled kiss. "Very nice," Ana said to her, "My woman will like that. Kiss her." Ana leaned the Beauty towards me and we kissed. Ana lowered her head to the Beauty's ear. "My woman's got beautiful titties. Touch them, fondle them, suck them if you like." The beauty kissed down to my neck, then to my breasts. Ana and I looked at each other, her enjoying the sight of me being pleasured by two women. Leave it to Ana, whoring me out to two strangers - like she was my pimp.

"You taste so good," the Butch whispered against my skin, voice breathy, like she was the one getting devoured. I threaded my fingers into her short hair, holding her there, while my hips bucked against her face. For a rough woman, she was surprisingly gentle, quite accomplished at her craft, which most-likely explained why she takes ownership of an attractive, stunningly beautiful woman. She added a finger, then two, stretching me, pumping faster, her tongue flicking side to side over my clit. The pressure was building. This stranger, whose name I don't even know, was going to make me cum.

Ana came behind the Beauty, lifted her crop top and started to fondle her breasts. "These are nice titties," Ana said. "My women is going to love fondling and sucking them." Ana pulled the Beauty off my breasts and leaned her further into me. "Look at these pretty tittles baby," she said to me, taking off her top. "Have at 'em." I touched them and started to fondle her. They we're truly exquisite. I took one to my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking her nipple. The Beauty let out a low moan, enjoying the experience.

Ana was doing something to the Beauty, but my breast sucking was blocking my view. I then heard Ana say: "My god, what a beautiful ass." I assumed she pulled down the Beauty's skinny stretch jeans. "The perfect ass for fucking from behind."

The Butch's technique was relentless, she now had three fingers inside of me, lips sealing around my clit, sucking hard. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.

The beauty started kissing me again. She looked into my eyes, then they widened and she let out a deep moan into my mouth. I heard wet-slapping sounds as her body was rocking gently back and forth. I knew Ana was finger-fucking her. The beauty was going limp and I wrapped my arms around her. Her head lowered onto my shoulders. Ana pulled her fingers out of the Beauty and licked them. "Oh god," Ana said. "Delicious - absolutely delicious." She plunged her fingers into her, then out again. Ana brought her fingers towards me and said "Here baby - taste this." I lifted the beauty off my shoulders, open my mouth while Ana inserted her fingers. I brought the beauty into a kiss while we both shared her juices.

The Beauty and I continued to kiss while I played with her breasts. Ana had three fingers in the beauty, fucking her wildly. The beauty looked into my eyes, lost in the throes of ecstasy and said "I'm gonna cum." It soon resulted in an explosive orgasm, with a guttural cry as she started to fall over, into me. I quickly grabbed her, my arms wrapped firmly around her, and held her head on my shoulder, kissing her gently as her body went limp. Here I was, in a loving embrace with a beautiful woman - that I've known for less than 10 minutes.

The Butch was ready to finish me off. Her lips sealing around my clit, sucking hard with three fingers pushed inside me, thick and curling against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Wet sounds filled the air. My orgasm hit like a wave crashing, body seizing, pussy clenching around those invading fingers as I cried out, juices coated the Butch's chin, my thighs quivering, the table creaking under my spasms. She kept licking through it, drawing out every pulse until I was a boneless mess, gasping, sweat-slicked, and spent.

Somehow, the Beauty and I found the energy to recover, stood-up, and put our clothes back on. The Beauty and the Butch pulled back slowly, the Butch wiping her mouth with her hand, smirking at Ana, like she got the better deal. The Beauty kissed my cheek, soft and lingering, touching my face gently before stepping away. No words, just a nod from Ana, and they were gone, disappearing toward the parking lot. We stayed there for a few moments, with me needing time to collect myself. We then heard the starting of a motorcycle engine, the sound of gravel under it's wheels as it drove away.

I laid in the passenger seat, mentally, physically, and emotionally spent while Ana drove us home. I was still in disbelief with what happened. This was something I never experienced before, more so, could never imagine or fantasize. I'm sure Ana has done this - more than once. She was beautiful, wild, adventurous, daring, impetuous, and free-spirited. No one could keep a woman like that - especially me.