“Do you have a curfew?”

            “A what?”

            “A curfew I mean a time you need to be home by?”

            “No. I am yours until whatever time… I usually call Angelica around 8:30 before she goes down for the night.  It takes about five minutes in a quiet place tops.”

            “I have places for us at the opening of the redesigned Japanese Garden at the Botanical tonight its semi-formal, do you mind?”

            “Mind?! I have tickets for early next week.”  Bette’s excitement leaped across the phone.

            “I’ll pick you up at four.  There is an advance tour before the dinner.  We can always skip out on that if we want.” 

            Bette wasn’t quite sure how to react to Rosanna.  She enjoyed the woman’s company.  She was easy to look at; she had a full figure, full breasts slender waist, and curves of hip and ass that screamed woman.  There was something about her that made Bette want to look just a little longer than she normally did.  There was something about her energy that reminded Bette of energy that she had come to need. 

           There was a hunger for more… more what?  The stirrings she was vaguely aware of crept closer.  Tina.  The first time she felt anything like this was with Tina.  Fuck, this woman wanted more from her than sex.  Fuck, fuck she wanted more from this woman than sex. 

            Bette chose a square cut classic simple black spaghetti strap dress that fell to her mid calf. She wore a string of pearls that drew attention to her neck and cleavage.  Teardrops hung from her ears.

            Rosanna stepped out of the Bentley herself to assist Bette into the car. 

            “You are breathtaking” she whispered in awe as she handed Bette into the back seat of the car.  When she took her seat beside Bette she found that she had to sit back for a few seconds to catch her breath before being able to converse in a normal tone of voice. When she was again sure of her voice she instinctively set about making Bette at ease.

            “So are you ready to see the renovations to the Japanese Garden?  There is a debate that has been raging since the improvement campaign began.”

            “Yes, I know and yes I am a fan.  It’s hard to believe that perfection can be improved upon.  Still I am curious and open to seeing what the change has to offer.”

            “Are you?”  Rosanna challenged.  She loved that Bette always seemed to deliver the perfect line without knowing it.  

            “I am.”  Bette said with confidence.

            “Well I guess we will soon find out what change looks like and possibly has to offer.”

            They stood beside the lily pond.  The sun shining on the water and the perfection of a water lily in bloom took their collective breath away.  Ebony eyes met blue, which had seconds ago been focused on her lips.  Rosanna leaned in and kissed the lips that she was obsessed by.  The soft tenderness she expected but still was not prepared for. 

            She moaned and slipped her tongue over those petals and then the petals opened and she thrust her tongue inside.  Bette closed her lips and began to suck on her tongue threatening Rosanna’s control.  Rosanna struggled not to gather Bette into her arms and deepen the kiss that was already driving her to the edge.  She pulled away before she lost it. 

            “How much do you want to hear the response of the other first viewers?” 

            “Not much, but I would like to see the rest of the renovations.”  Bette slipped her hand into the crook of Rosanna’s arm. 

            Rosanna pushed down the desire that had suddenly peaked.  Damn if Bette continued to walk close to her and inadvertently touch her she would be putty.  “Let’s see what else they have wrought to overcome us.” Rosanna stated dryly. “Let’s go.”