Bette and Helena ate a late lunch at a restaurant near the school.  They chatted amicably about their kids, comparing stories that only parents could enjoy hearing.

“Lovely company, fantastic food.” Bette released a contented sigh. “I’m having the best day.” She sipped a glass of wine—in the middle of the day no less.  Helena’s hedonism was rubbing off in a good way.

“Lovely company? I prefer ‘the scourge of the universe’. The plague to end all plagues. It’s so much more dramatic.” Helena’s eyes danced as she leaned across the table to run her finger down Bette’s arm. 

“I’m sorry, Helena. I’ve apologized for that one, haven’t I?” Bette tried to remember. “Oh yes, in the hotel at Whistler. Didn’t I make it up to you then?” Bette’s smile was a million watts bright.

Helena picked at her dessert—a chocolate tart with fresh strawberries. She reached out and fed Bette a piece of fruit, enjoying the feeling that flowed down from the tips of her fingers, now touching Bette’s lips, throughout her entire body. She busied herself taking off her sandal, as discretely as possible, while she spoke.

“Yes, you did make it up to me. Though, you made me walk all the way to your room.”

“But, I had Angelica. Besides, Peggy was right across from your room.”

“Well, Tina was right across from yours. We were taking an awful chance!” Helena’s foot caressed Bette’s calf, moving higher as she leaned back. Bette gasped as she felt Helena move her toes against her inner thighs.

“Tell me, Bette, what was it that you did to make it up to me? I can’t quite remember…”

“Well…” Bette’s eyes closed for a moment, but she quickly recovered. Helena had found her way between her legs, which Bette now opened slightly. She pulled her chair closer to the table, thankful that they had chosen a table in the corner. Bette smirked—no doubt Helena had planned for this.

“Well, Helena, I believe I went to work demonstrating the finer points of that ridiculous song.”

“Oh the fake rap song about pussy eating? Yes, I recall that one. I also recall your face, wet with my juices, how your tongue looked as you licked me everywhere, your back drenched with sweat, your back…” Bette groaned as Helena touched her clit, and then moved inside of her. “Your back is glorious Bette, you look like a huntress…fuck, fuck, I want to take you right here on this table. Why must there be laws against this sort of thing?” Helena took away her foot, leaned forward, and reached with her hand instead. “Darling, come around here, move your chair closer to me….I don’t give a goddamn about where we are. I seem to recall Alice telling me a story about the opera and your interest in public spectacle as well.”