The Before and After of Molly Baldwin

The Before and After of Molly BaldwinA Carlsbad Village Lesbian RomanceSabrina Kane Copyright © 2023 Sabrina KaneAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.ISBN-13: 9781234567890ISBN-10: 1477123456Cover design by: Sabrina Kane, Countess of CarlsbadLibrary of Congress Control Number: 2018675309Printed in the United States of America Books by Sabrina KaneThe Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance Series: Nothing But a FlingA Matter of TrustFalling for Jillian AshleyA Long List of FirstsNo More Wasted TimeSeven Days to ForeverStarting Forever in ParadiseForever Under SkinRhymes with CoupleProudly San DiegoNever Has She EverNever Call Her A SpyThe Before and After of Molly BaldwinThe Cornwall Lesbians Series:What to Bring to Your Ex-Girlfriend’s WeddingWhat Comes After OneWhat To Do Outside TremontHoliday Books: Mrs. Claus is Gay AF The Before and After of Molly BaldwinA Carlsbad Village Lesbian RomanceBy Sabrina Kane PrologueTahitiStanding in her hotel room, Molly pulled down her bikini bottoms slowly, watching as they came away from her sex.“Oh my fucking god!” she muttered softly.Strands of arousal stretched between the soaked crotch of the bottoms and her swollen folds. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. Nor could she believe how engorged and energized her clit was. As she stared at it, she could see it twitching, each tiny pulse sending jolts of pleasure through her core. It was almost as if the button was telling her, “You’re alone now! Play with me!”What the actual fuck?This was…new.But there was no need to panic, she told herself. In fact, she was certain that all she was experiencing was a horniness that was brought on by the fact that her husband, Cole, was back in California—thousands of miles away—and because of that, she hadn’t had sex in a few days.“Okay,” she said aloud, feeling a little safer somehow by speaking, because hearing her voice was making her feel not so alone, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone with her thoughts.Especially the one thought which was telling her, This is not that.As in, The state of things between your legs is not because you haven’t had sex with your husband in several days.This thought was accompanied by another, however, which didn’t surprise her. Molly had learned in her short life so far that it was the thoughts you didn’t want to have which traveled in pairs, or sometimes packs.In this case, Thought A was traveling with Thought B. And Thought B was particularly frightening.Cole never has this effect on you!She shook her head, trying to shake Thought B out of her skull, but she continued to stare down at her sex, the bikini bottoms still stretched between her thighs above her knees. It was as if she couldn’t look away.She supposed that Thought B had a point. After all, she was looking at the evidence right now.To put it bluntly, she had never seen her pussy in this condition before.Fine, she’d been aroused before. That was nothing new! But this was beyond aroused for her. At twenty-five, she may not be very old, but she knew her body—especially when it came to this. She knew, for instance, that her normal state of arousal often still required additional…help before Cole could have sex with her. It’s why she was so big on foreplay. Cole wasn’t very good at foreplay, unfortunately, but he was good enough to make do, and Molly needed that extra time to prime her vagina for penetration.Thus, while Cole would be clumsily fondling and sucking her breasts, she would often be rubbing her own clit.While Cole would be making his attempt at eating her out, his tongue flailing about down there as if he was under the belief that a woman’s clitoris changed position every few seconds, and he was having trouble finding it again, she would be pinching her nipples hard.She needed that extra time to get her passage ready. Cole wasn’t a well-endowed man, but still…Even if they spent time making out on the couch, if she allowed things to proceed too soon, and he entered her without this extra priming, sex was dry and painful.In short, Thought B was right. Being with Cole had never done this to her.But being with Brenda had.She swallowed, feeling a little afraid…***Molly was here in Tahiti for her sister Megan’s wedding. As it was a lesbian wedding, Megan and Vanessa—her fiancée—had chosen a lovely resort that was decidedly marketed to the LGBTQ crowd. This was why Cole wasn’t here with her. He hadn’t liked the idea of staying at a resort with a lot of gay men. Well, that was one of the reasons he wasn’t here with her. The other had to do with it being football season back in America.Heaven forbid he miss some games.In any case, the LGBTQ crowd here at the Rainbow Pearl Luxury Resort was also how she ended becoming friends with Brenda. Specifically, the L part of the LGBTQ crowd...Upon arriving at the resort, Molly was looking forward to being able to lay out on the beach each day, in her skimpiest bikinis, and not be harassed by creepy guys. After all, if the only male guests at this resort were only interested in the other male guests at this resort, she could walk around wearing as little as possible and the guys would not even turn their heads.She had never considered that the gay women, however, would turn their heads.Her first morning here, when she had stretched out on a lounge chair on the beach, a cocktail in one hand, her Kindle in the other, the parade of single lesbians had started approaching her.Asking her if she was here alone.Asking if they could buy her another drink.Asking if she would like to go swimming in the