Bette looked at her hands, she saw how the skin fell a bit around the knuckles, how on some parts there were callouses, how the veins roped a bit around the bone…but she also saw a certain elegance in the way they were shaped. She looked at her hands caress Kirsten’s cheek, how it felt against her skin. She watched them move down Kirsten’s cheek to her neck, where Bette bent down and lightly grazed the tendons with her lips. She wrapped her arms around the other’s body and kissed again, this time opening her mouth to taste. Kirsten felt a moan coming from deep within her rise and leave her throat, where Bette caught it in her mouth…they touched lips and tongue and spit. They kissed for several minutes, sitting at the edge of Kirsten’s bed in Kirsten’s room in Kirsten’s apartment. Bettte stood up, looking at Kirsten sitting on the bed looking up at her….Bette brought her hands up and began to undo the first top button of her white blouse. Kirsten stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, the room was dark but light enough to see..twilight..she stayed sitting there and looked up at Bette, watching her. Bette still stood looking down, never losing eye contact….the first three buttons were undone. Bette worked on the third, then the fourth and later the last…she took off her blouse, and stood in her black bra…Kirsten didn’t make a move, Bette reached behind with her hands and undid herself. Now her upper half was bare, she felt her leg respnding to the sudden chill….Bette bent and pulled down her zipless pin-striped pants and her underwear. She was now naked, and Kirsten stood up…she put her hands on Bette’s shoulders…leaned in and kissed her on the forehead gently. They embraced and Bette wrapped her hands on kirsten’s waist, getting a hold of her sweater…pulling it above her head till and undoing the bra till Kirsten’s upper half was bare. Bette hung her head looking down, using her hands to unbutton Kirsten’s jeans, kirsten wiggled out of it and out of her underwear. Fully naked now the both of them were both suddenly struck by awkwardness. Bette felt a leap in her throat and stomach, for the first time in years she felt nervous at the thought of *****. Bette moved to the bed and opened the covers, slipped in. Kirsten stepped over to her sidetable and turned on a tiny little light that lit up the room. Only a bit. Kirsten whispered as she got under the covers that she wanted to see Bette while making love. Bette’s stomach made another leap when she saw a naked Kirsten climbing in beside her, a naked woman notTina intending to have *****. Under the warmth and safety of blankets and light they looked at each other. Bette swallowed and reached over with her hand to touch Kirsten, her  hair felt soft… Bette leaned in to smell it….to kiss her. Kirsten slid her hand down Bette’s body, feeling the aged places the firm places the secret places. She kissed, grazed Bette’s shoulder with the tip of her tongue, feeling the other shiver from the sensation. Bette ran her hands all over Kirsten’s back, up and down her arms, feeling the knots and grooves of muscle of sinew…the police body of Kirsten strong and firm. Their bellies met, Bette felt the transfer of warmth she felt herself grow wet. Kirsten wrapped her legs around the other, wrapped around Bette and drew herself closer, feeling her pulse rage against Bette’s thigh. Bette kissed hard, felt Kirsten’s tongue in her mouth….she had to have her…the tension was mounting, she could feel the tension in her body as Kirsten grinded against her. Bette moved her body so she was no on top of Kirsten, she kissed each shoulder, drew up and kissed the tip of Kirsten’s nose, her lips, her ear…she nibbled the fleshy part of Kirsten’s ear, the back of her ear, she stuck her tongue in her ear, she opened her mouth and devoured her neck. Bette felt Kirsten’s veins pound against her tonuge. She drew lower until she was face to face with her navel…Bette kissed it, licked it….her eyelashes gave butterfly kisses….with her right hand Bette stroked Kirsten’s firm thigh up to her croth, then she stroked that, feeling the tremors going through Kirsten…who was so wet, Bette could feel the wetness slip around her fingers so she slipped them in. One, two, three…in….Kirsten surged upwards with her hips, Bette met her movement with her tongue…stroking and licking the *****, Bette’s fingers came out and in out and in…Bette’s tongue felt Kirsten’s vaginal walls after slipping her fingers out then slipped them back in. Kirsten came in waves, she rode each one with a breathy cry…her hands pressed against Bette’s hair, one hand on Bette’s shoulder. A few minutes later Bette came up and Kirsten kissed her full on…she tasted her own juices, tasted Bette’s mouth. Heat was clinging to both of their bodies….Kirsten firmly flipped Bette on her backside, she placed herself, legs entwined, on top and moved rythmically. Both bit each other’s lip till blood was drawn when they came.          “Hold me……….”  whispered Bette.

 Hours later Bette rested with her head deep in the pillow, on the left side of the bed…Kirsten was on the right….she was fast asleep, turned the other way. Bette could see dawn’s light slowly spreading through Kirsten’s curtains. It was done, was it too soon, too fast…..a necessary release?  She breathed slowly…then began to cry.