The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 6, Chapter 2)

PART SIX: TIJUANA, MEXICO

Chapter 2

We slept late on Saturday morning. Alli and April were on their own all day and we were going to connect in the evening.

When we woke up, we talked about how we would spend the day. For a while we just laid on our backs and looked up at the ceiling, as we exchanged thoughts. Then, for some reason, we looked at each other momentarily and that was all it took to set us off. Making love at night is nice because it is dark and inhibitions come out of the shadows but having morning sex is also nice because there is darkness when one closes one’s eyes but there is always that opportunity to open them and see everything as it happens.

Morning breath be damned. It did not matter. Her breath and taste became my breath and taste as we kissed slowly at first and then passionately. We both liked the kissing. A little was never enough. There was always deep kissing inside our mouths and then shallow, warm and wet kissing, anywhere else, like on our faces, necks and so on down.

And we always stopped to whisper a very soft and sweet, “I love you” as we progressed. What was so nice about it was that I never had to ask her if she loved me because she told me before I could even wonder again since the last time she said it.

It was the same with me. I never got tired or bored telling her and I never got tired or bored of hearing it. And what is more, we did not have to talk about the issue of saying it. It was not as if one of us loved the other one more which is often the case with lovers. We played no hide and seek games. We never had to. We simply said and did what came natural to us, holding back nothing.

When our love making was over our companionship kicked in. We usually went flying off in different directions during the work week so it was a pleasure to slow down and appreciate each other’s company.