“What are you doing?” Gen said, struggling playfully.

"Remember," Bette replied with a seductive tone, "You owe me for being late."

***

Engulfed in the darkness and storm, Bette carefully wrapped her belt around Gen’s wrists, keeping her still by tightly squeezing her thighs against Gen’s waist. She pushed Gen’s wrists backwards and fastened it to the back of the seat. Bette laughed as she tugged down Gen’s pants, “At least its loose pants and not jeans. The rain isn’t making this easy for me.”

Gen shivered as her body rub against the cool leather.

“Cold?” Bette asked, a cheeky grin on her face, “Let me warm you up.”

With limbs entwined, she covered Gen with soft butterfly kisses. Their breath misted up the windows, filling the enclosed space with the heat of their love making. As they climaxed, they held on to each other, their wet centers joining, pushing them off the edge, shooting them with sweet ecstasy.

They lay breathless, enjoying the feel of their skins touching. Gen knew she was falling fast and hard, but a part of her held back. She wanted to savor every moment she had with this beautiful person. She loved peeling back the layers Bette hid behind, everyday with her was like an amazing discovery, a wonderful journey.

Bette nuzzled Gen’s neck, taking her scent in. Her fingertips traced the outline of Gen’s breast. Gen’s eyes were closed as Bette looked up towards her. She knew this feeling before, she had only believed it to be true with one other person in her life. This feeling of completion, of complete surrender. That was an old love which she had learned to let go a long time ago. And now, this unexpected feeling of desire had taken over her again.

◊◊◊

Gen made her way into the office at 8am on the dot, managing to grab her usual latte on the way in. It was like she was on a high this morning, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself, thinking of Bette. “Morning Shane,” Gen greeted as she made her way to her office, “I’ll be heading down to the NYU campus again today, Bette called to say that Miss Morales has rounded up a couple of her schoolmates to talk to us. She’ll be picking me up in about ten.”