Then…

Bette arrived to her house fairly quickly and saw right away that Helena was already there waiting for her. She felt a weight that had been weighing down on her since the dinner lift.  Bette got out of her car and made her way over to Helena. Helena stood to welcome Bette but was unexpectedly engulfed into Bette’s embrace. Bette’s mouth found Helena’s and began a fast and furious dance, never giving Helena a chance to catch her breath and making her knees weak in the process. Bette pulled back from Helena and looked deep into her eyes.

“Will you make love to me?” Bette requested.

Now…

Helena took a deep breath and looked at Bette. Bette’s request bouncing back and forth in her head. She tenderly kissed Bette on her forehead, her eyes, her nose, then on those lips that have quickly became addictive to Helena.

“Is that what you want here,” placing a hand on Bette’s heart, “As well as here?” Helena clarified with her hand trailing down in between Bette’s legs lightly stroking over the zipper. Bette let out a breathy gasp and took a gulp of air.

“I need to feel you, your feelings, your …love for me. I need to feel that I can still please someone.” Bette relayed.

Helena suddenly wondered what happened at dinner and wondered if she and Tina would end up solving this problem in a violent way. But right now she was going to take care of Bette. Instead of verbally answering Bette, she took her hands and led them up to the porch. Bette immediately unlocked the door and directed Helena in the house. Bette had barely had the door close and locked when Helena’s latched on to Bette’s neck a place she had come to know very well the night before. Bette pulled Helena into her more increasing the contact between their bodies. She savored the contact but needed more so she turned around and placed her arms around Helena’s neck and kissed her full force, using her tongue to explore every crevice of Helena’s mouth.

Bette moved them through the house expertly and until finally they were in the master bedroom. While trailing through the house, they both were removing the other’s clothes needing to feel their skin touch.  Helena softly pushed Bette on to the bed and straddled her waist. Never once did they break the kiss, since their shirts had been removed in the living room. Helena’s hands were roaming everywhere caressing Bette’s breast loving the hard nipples that were trying to burst through the black lace bra. Helena’s mouth moved down to the bra and pulled it down while her hands unlatched the hooks. Soon Bette’s light brown breasts were in Helena’s full view. Helena hadn’t seen anything so exquisite. She loved how dark Bette’s nipples were and immediately took one in her mouth, causing Bette to arch her back and grab the back of Helena’s head. Helena’s tongue traced over the ridges, swirled around the pebbled nipple, then grazed her teeth over the completely hard nipple. Bette cried out and quickly ran her hands down Helena’s back to unfastened her bra, hoping to bring the same pleasure to Brit that she was currently doing to Bette. Helena licked her way to the opposite breast and giving it the same treatment as its partner. While Helena was concentrating on Bette’s breasts, Bette had successfully removed Helena’s bra and now had both palms under each breast while her thumbs drew circles around the other woman’s rock hard nipples. Periodically Bette’s forefinger would slip down to roll and pull the nipple in a rhythmic fashion.  Helena groaned every time Bette rolled and pulled on her nipples, Bette moaned every time Helena grazed her teeth across her nipples. Both women were scorching and dripping. Bette’s hips started to shove upwards trying to create some friction on her over stimulated clit. Helena moved down Bette’s body, her tongue licking down, then her teeth would graze. Helena whimpered when Bette was no longer able to continue her ministrations to her breasts because she was now out of arms reach, but felt the prize was far better downward. Bette’s hands dangled by her side for a brief moment before she reached up above her and held on to the headboard, her biceps popping when she clamped her hands at the bottom and squeezed. She picked her head up to look down at Helena, but felt rather than saw that she was nuzzling her thighs apart and sliding in between them. One of Helena’s hands remained on Bette’s breast pinching, squeezing, pulling on the nipple, while the other trailed down and helped part Bette’s thighs.